Val and Bridget's Ordeal

All that could be seen of the woman was her strained face over the muscular shoulder of the burly man, and her long, shapely legs curled around the man's thick waist, the heels of her dainty feet beating a drumbeat on his taut ass as he raped her.

Occasionally, a large white breast, capped by a turgidly swollen nipple would show briefly from beneath his chest, bobbing and quivering, a testament to the hard driving fucking the woman was enduring.

Max was enormously pleased with himself as the woman approached another orgasm, her fourth inside of an hour, since her rape had begun. All the signs were there, he could feel the bitch's tits swelling, her feet were really starting to beat on his ass and her moans were rising towards a scream. He reared back and looked at her face. Her eyes were blank, her mouth twisted in a grimace as the unbearable sensations drove her towards another unwelcome orgasm. He smiled into her unseeing eyes and settled back on top of her, his hips never losing their cadence as they drove his massive 9-inch cock into the woman's tight cunt, his big balls bouncing on her tightly puckered asshole.

Valerie Brooks felt enormously ashamed of herself. Her arms and legs were wrapped around him as she strove towards her orgasm, savoring the feel of his long thick cock plunging into her belly, the fat meaty head beating on her cervix as he long-dicked her, his broad muscular chest flattening her breasts, her diamond hard nipples digging into his skin.

She tried to stop her slim hips from bucking up at him, tried to drum up the revulsion and hatred that she should be feeling towards her rapist, and she could not. Her traitorous body demanded satisfaction, and it had been so long since she had been laid, that she simply could not stop herself.

And then she stopped any rational thinking or feeling entirely, as her body flashed into a massive orgasm. She clung to the man like a leech, her legs hooked around his, her arms flung around his body, her nails gouging his back as her trim hips swirled and churned, as her pussy corkscrewed on his deeply embedded cock, scrubbing her swollen clit on his pubic hair as her hot, wet cunt squeezed and milked his massive rod.

His voice rose with hers as her madly clenching pussy drove him over the edge into his own orgasm. His cock jerked and swelled with a massive urgency. He made one final lunge, burying his cock, forcing his way through her cervix, enjoying her loud grunt as he was now poised to flood her as his cock jerked again and erupted, thick hot gouts of cum started to fill her, painting her womb with his hot spunk.

A moment later, it was over. He lay on the senseless woman, feeling her cunt still clenching and massaging his hard cock as his breathing quickly returned to normal. As her arms and legs fell away from his hard body, he held her tightly and rolled over until she was sprawled on top of him, his cock still embedded in her belly, his seed slowly leaking past the tight plug of his cock.

Val's hips slowly ground to a stop as her orgasm passed. She buried her face in her hands and began to sob with shame as she recalled her wanton performance from moments ago. The man stroked her back for a moment, then raised his hand and slapped her once, very hard, across her taut, firm ass.

She howled in pain and surprise, and flinched away from the blow, ramming his still-hard cock deep into her cunt. She gasped, pushed her upper body away from his chest, and looked down at him, tears streaming down her face.

"Stop crying," he said, tonelessly. Her face screwed up as she tried to stifle her sobs, but his face showed no compassion, no sympathy, and she sobbed aloud once again.

"Come on now," he said. "Sit up straight, like a good girl, and listen to me." His hands helped her to sit on his belly, his rigid cock still inside her. In a minute, she was sitting on him, her feet by his hips, her hands braced behind her on his hard thighs. She looked down at him, sniffling loudly.

"I want you to stop that," he growled. "Now!" She flinched.

"When are you going to let me go?" she asked plaintively, wiping her face with the back of a hand.

"When I'm good and ready," he replied. She shivered as she watched his eyes devour her breasts.

Valerie Brooks was 40 years old and divorced. She had her 18-year-old daughter Bridget living with her. Val was only five feet five inches tall, but she was voluptuously built, sporting an amazing set of 36D breasts over a 23-inch waistline and 33-inch hips. Her breasts were round and firm, topped with pink nipples. Her belly was flat and smooth, she had a neatly trimmed nest of pubic hair as blonde as the hair on her head, and her legs were long and beautifully tapered, leading the eye up to her taut, heart-shaped buttocks. Her long blonde hair was shoulder length and thick, falling carelessly around her oval-shaped face. Her face had regular, even features. Her nose was slim and straight, her eyes a vivid shade of blue. She had a softly squared jaw, wide, generous mouth, ruby red lips, and straight white teeth. She was a good-looking woman who became a beautiful woman when she smiled.

Right now, she wasn't smiling. She was intensely aware of the fact that she was stark naked and sitting on this brute's massively erect cock. He had fucked her and pumped his foul seed into her four times, and not once had his cock gone soft. Even worse, he had forced her to orgasm every single time, and that hugely humiliated her. It made her look and feel like a slut.

It had come as a horrible shock to the demure woman when she had climaxed during the first attack. And it had, in her view, only gotten worse as time went by. This last orgasm had been the best she had ever had, and she was forced to face up to the fact that she responded to being used as a fuck toy. And that was sick. Wasn't it?

Now, as she perched on his groin, she could feel his big cock pulsing inside her. His eyes crawled all over her, lingering on her breasts and her flat belly as his hands cupped her tight little ass, his thumbs absently stroking her soft skin.

"My God," Max said, still staring at her. "You are built, baby."

His hands slid up her sides and around her breasts. He cupped the lush mounds in his big hands and hefted them as if weighing them. He pinched the turgid nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and pulling the tender bit of flesh, watching as they erected in his hands, even the aureoles swelling and standing proud on her breasts.

Oh yeah, she was into it. The first plunge his cock had been squeezed like she was a virgin, she hadn't been dicked in a long time. Max had grinned, once he was done with her, that tight little fuck hole wouldn't be so tight anymore. There was nothing better than loosening up the tight cunts, feeling the cuntal hole spreading apart to take his 9-inch rod.

Val blushed furiously as he stared at her and manipulated her breasts, knowing that her arousal was obvious to him.

"Move your ass bitch, ride my prick."

Not having much choice, Val started to bounce on his hard cock impaling herself over and over as grunts filled the room. Max's hands moved to grip her waist, lifting her and plunging her down, his hips moving, driving his cock into her balls deep, spiraling and grinding, reaming out her snug channel, the spongy-hard cock head battering her cervix. He kept his eyes fixed on her, his eyes devouring the sight of her blonde pubic bush, parting in the middle, over and over as she rose and fell. Max adored the real blondes, with her carpet matching her drapes.

Val moaned in despair as his hands encircled her waist and started jerking her up and down on the fearsome cock embedded deep in her belly. Almost immediately, she began to heat up, her breasts tingling with arousal as the thick shaft drove into her, its veined surface titillating her swollen clit.

Then, his head darted forward and he sucked a swollen nipple into his mouth, his lips, teeth, and tongue torturing the turgid bud. Her head fell back and she shrieked softly, her hands cradling his head as she tried to force more of her red, tingling breast into his voraciously sucking mouth. His right hand left her waist and dived between her legs and quickly found her clit, and he pinched it.

Val screamed and spasmed into another orgasm as the pleasure-pain smashed through her dazed brain. She bucked and writhed on the deeply embedded spike still pistoning in and out of her abused cunt. Val screamed until she ran out of breath, and then passed out, unable to handle the overload of sensation and emotion.

Max let the unconscious woman topple off of him, his long thick rod pulling out of her hot, wet cunt with a soggy pop. He smiled to himself and waited, waiting for his real target to get home from work. Val had been an unexpected, and delightful bonus.

Swiftly, for Bridget was due home any minute now, Max hog-tied Val with her stockings and gagged the unconscious woman with her panties. Scooping her from the bed, he effortlessly carried Val down the hall, left her on the bed in the guest room, and closed the door as he left the room.

Val rolled over and struggled with her bonds after she heard the door close. She could not believe that playing possum had worked. She had been desperately afraid that her rapist would see right through her deception. She searched the room with her eyes, looking for anything she could use to free her hands and feet. She was not sure of the time, but she knew her daughter was due home from work soon. And Val knew what awaited Bridget.