It was a small town; quiet and sleepy like an old time post card. Away from the crime of the big city, it was worth the hour-long commute.
It was late when the meeting ended. The supervisors from all the area offices had taken forever to complete their quarterly reports.
Amber was tired and ready to strip out of her uncomfortable uniform, take a hot shower and get some sleep.
She cursed softly when she saw that the porch light had burned out. It would be difficult to get the lock open in the dark, the door had been giving her problems for almost a week and the landlord was in no hurry to fix anything it seemed.
For once the key turned easily, just as she opened the door she was pushed inside.
She stumbled, saved from falling by hands that grabbed her by the arms.
The door slammed shut, cutting off the feeble light from the streetlamps and leaving her in pitch dark.
"Cunt." Hot, moist breath tickled across her neck.
"I'm going to fuck you whether you want me to or not. In fact, I'd like it more if you fight." Arms tightened around her waist.
"Call it rape if you want to but I'll make you enjoy it enough that you'll cum."
Rough fingers twisted and pinched her sensitive nipples into hard points. One hand continued to savagely maul her tits while the other slid down over her belly and under the waistband of her pants.
"Cunt." He said again, whispering it in her ear. "Nothing but a cunt. You do have a fine ass on you though." he said as he ground his denim-covered errection against her.
His hand cupped over her pussy and he rubbed her clit. Not like he was trying to please her but roughly, as though he wanted to push it inside.
She whimpered and both his hands clenched tightly. The pain of his fingernails digging into her flesh silenced her again.
"Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt." as he repeated the word he would hump against her. Both hands went back to abusing her tits.
"Take your pants off, underwear too," he demanded.
When she made no move to obey he crushed her nipples between his thumbs and fingers.
