The Intruder

Chapter 2

Trembling in fear, Jessie made him several more sandwiches, then brought them out to him, wide eyed and fearful. He took them with a smug smile, sitting back on the couch as he bit off a giant bite from one. His eyes never left her as he ate, then he cleared his mouth a little and sniggered.

"Those pants are still too loose. Take em' off."

"Wha… wha… what?" she squeaked.

"Take off them pants. Fact', take off everything. I wanna see you naked."

"I… I have some money," she gulped.

"Sure you do. Rich girl like you. I'll get it later. Right now, take off your clothes."

"Please, please I'll do whatever you want… "she heard herself saying, detesting herself for her weakness, wanting to curse him but too frightened.

"Yeah, I know you will. You can start by stripping."

Her heart hammered in her chest so loudly she could hardly hear.

"No," she gulped. He smiled, then stood up. His hand slapped her face hard, knocking her back against the wall. She cried out in shock and pain, clutching her stinging face as she looked at him, terrified.

"Do what I say, girl."

"Please," she whimpered, Please… "He slapped her face again, once more knocking her back against the wall.

"Strip," he ordered. Jessie was in shock, her face stinging with pain. Tears blurred her vision and she blinked her eyes to try and clear them.

"Strip," he said again, then slammed his fist into her belly. She fell to the ground, clutching her belly, tears trickling down her cheeks as she whimpered in fear and pain, cowering back against the wall. Jones smiled down at her, then slowly undid his belt, sliding it out of the pants loops and doubling it in his fist.

"Strip, or else," he said, slapping the belt against his other hand. He grabbed her arm and hauled her to her feet again, shoving her back against the wall.

"Okay, baby, lets see it."

He raised his hand and she cried out in fear, her hands jerking to the top button of her shirt. Her hands were trembling but she got the button open, then got her fingers onto the second button and after an eternity, got that open.

Jones folded his arms, watching, a smile of amusement on his face.

Her shaking hands went down the line of her shirt, undoing the buttons one by one until she reached her pants. She looked up at him, as though hoping for a reprieve, then pulled her shirt out of the white pants and undid the rest of the buttons.

She slowly eased the shirt open, cringing inwardly, her face flaming with embarrassment as she exposed her full breasts, only partly clad in the small silky half bra.

"Hmmmmmm," he said appreciatively.

He extended his hand and she took off the shirt and handed it to him. She raised her right foot and slipped off her boot, then took off the other one. Jones took them both. Then her hands went to her pants and popped the catch. Her hands shook even harder now and she had a hard time getting the zipper down.

She eased the pants slowly over her hips and down her thighs, exposing her softly rounded hips and silky pink panties. She stepped out of them and, her hands trembling even more, reached for her bra clasp.

"Not yet. Don't be so slutty," he said. He moved back, then walked across the room and turned on the stereo. He examined the CD's and popped one into the player, smiling and clapping his hands as loud music came out. He came back to her and sat down.

"Dance," he said.

"Wha… what?" she gulped.

"Dance, baby. Dance. Shake your ass for me. I wanna see a nice dance."

"I… I can't," she whimpered.

"You better, baby, or you'll get a whipping like you never imagined," he said, his voice hard.

She stared at him in shock and horror, then yelped and stumbled back when he yelled at her. "Dance!" She began to dance, more moving her trembling body from side to side than anything else. He scowled impatiently and hefted the belt and she began to dance in earnest, swinging her hips and moving her legs, her hands moving in and out.

He smiled and clapped his hands, eyes glued to her body as she danced.

"Do a strip, whore. Do a bump an' grind," he laughed, munching on his sandwich as he sat on the edge of a chair. Her mind in a whirl, Jessie tried to remember how she'd seen girls do things like that on TV shows or movies. She wiggled her hips in an amateurish show, her hands waving out on either side.

"Take off the bra," he laughed. "I wanna see those titties of yours."

Her skin dark red and hot with embarrassment, Jessie reached behind her and after several fumbling attempts at undoing the catch, finally got it free. She looked down as she let the bra fall forward over her shoulders and drop off her high, firm breasts.

"Real nice. Those nipples look like a good suck," he commented. "Let's see em swing. Swing those tits around, baby," he snickered.

She wriggled and twisted, making her fat melons sway and jiggle and swing from side to side as Jones snickered and stared. "Now the panties. Let's see beaver!" His crude words embarrassed her even more. Yet she was too terrified to disobey him. She still ached from the beating he had given her. She reached down and peeled her panties downwards, bending over to slip them off her knees.

"Dance, slut!" he yelled. "Swing those tits. Pull your legs apart. I wanna see that slit!" She tried to dance with her legs open. It was awkward and far from graceful, but he didn't seem to mind. He laughed and clapped his hands.

"Turn around whore and bend over. Spread those legs apart. Nice, real nice," he said as she bent far forward and spread her legs.

"Reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart. I wanna see that little round asshole." She cringed in humiliation, but reached her hands back and pulled at her ass flesh, prying her cheeks open and letting him look at her round asshole.

"Nice, pull your cunt lips open too." She whimpered and a tear fell from her right eye, but her fingers slid into her soft pubic flesh and pried her cunt lips apart, opening her glistening pink tunnel to his view.

"Fuckin' Whore," he sneered. "Fuck yourself. Let's see you finger fuck yourself. Stick those fingers up your snatch."

She trembled and shuddered in anguished humiliation, but her finger slid into her soft warms heath, wriggling from side to side until it was fully inside her.

"Another. I want three fingers up your hole, slut!"

She slid a second finger then a third into herself, feeling her cunt walls suck and squeeze on the digits as she slowly pumped them in and out. Jones sat back on the chair and put his feet up on the table, laughing and snickering as he watched.

She pumped her fingers in and out, wincing a little at the pain as she forced her dry cunt back.

"Faster! Faster, whore!" She pumped her fingers in and out, panting and whimpering as he chuckled and snickered.

"More, slut. Push your whole hand into your fuck box." She gasped and trembled harder. "I… I can't," she whimpered.

"You better, whore, otherwise I'll shove mine in. Wanna bet I can't do it?"

She moaned and slit a fourth finger in alongside the other three, folding her thumb in tight against them as she twisted them from side to side and tried to work them into herself. She got all five into her as far as her thumb's first joint, but then her cunt could hardly spread any more.

"Come on, you cheap fucking cunt. Shove that hand up your snatch!"

"I'm… I'm trying," she whined.

He stood up and moved behind her, making her heart pound in fear. His big hand gripped her wrists suddenly, his other hand holding her by the hair, then shoved it hard. She screamed in pain, her hand jammed hard into her cunt meat, her body shaking as he cruelly twisted her wrist from side to side and forced her hand deeper and deeper into her cunt opening.

"OWW! OWW! Ooohhh! Pleeeasse!"

"Shut the fuck up, you walking fuck box."

He shoved her hand deeper still, forcing her whole hand inside her crack, shifting his grip further up her wrist and still pushing inward. Her cunt screamed in sharp, aching pain as her fingers were driven deep into her lower belly.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" he laughed, jamming her hand into her until her cunt lips eased closed around her wrist. She moaned in relief, though it was just a little better. Her cunt still ached and burned but her cunt lips weren't as tightly stretched since her wrist was somewhat thinner than her hand.

"Now that looks nice. How's it feel in there, slut?"

She whimpered and gasped several times, trying to somehow shrink her hand inside her overloaded, swollen cunt tunnel. The pain began to ease. Thankfully, her cunt tunnel was more elastic than her cunt lips, sort of like, she thought, the leg of a pair of panty hose. She yelped suddenly as Jones slapped her ass hard.

"I said how's it feel, you fucking smart assed, egg head whore?"

"I… I don't' know," she whimpered.

"Is it tight?"

"Yessss."

"Hot?"

"I don't know." He slapped her ass again. "Stupid whore."

He grabbed her other hand suddenly and yanked it through her legs. His other hand grabbed one finger, pulling it out straight, then pushed the tip against her crinkled little anus.

"Wha… what… " she gasped. He forced her finger against her asshole and jammed it inside, ignoring her whining and moaning.

"Finger fuck your asshole now, twat."

"Please, nooooo," she sobbed.

"Put it in or I'll jam my fist-up there." She pumped her finger slowly, wincing from the pain of the unnatural, perverted act. Tentatively, she eased a second finger into her asshole and got both in to the knuckles.

"The whole hand, "he snickered. She sobbed, having hoped a couple of fingers would be enough to satisfy his disgusting perversion. She slid a third finger inside, groaning from the pain as she forced her asshole wide. A fourth finger joined the other three, then she pressed her thumb in tight and groaned as she eased all five into her asshole.

She was breathing harshly though her gaping mouth, gasping in pain, moaning. She spread her legs wider, hoping to ease the tightness. She clenched her teeth tightly and ground them together as she slowly worked her hand into her asshole.

She had to go back and forth, moving back when the pressure got too harsh, too tight, then easing forward again. All the while the trembled in anxiety, wondering when he would lose his patience and jam her hand in with savage force.

Her right hand was like a big thick lump of lead inside her cunt pipe, blocking it and forcing the tight walls way apart. And now her other hand was pushing deeper into her asshole. She could actually feel the her right hand through the thin wall of her ass tube as her left hand probed deeper.

She groaned and grit her teeth as the widest part of her hand, the hell, slowly eased up into her asshole, then she gasped in relief as her asshole snapped shut on her wrist. She had both hands inside herself now, just her wrists sticking out of the tight, wide holes.

"Now ain't that pretty," he sneered as he slid his hand up and down her ass cheeks. He moved around in front of her and squatted down, looking up at her with a gaping grin on his face.

He reached up and fondled her hanging breasts, snickering as he worked his fingers into the soft, malleable flesh. "Mooooooooo," he said. "Mooooooo." He burst out laughing, his fingers now squeezing her tits savagely, jerking them downward as though he were milking a cow's udder.

"Where's the milk?" he laughed. He stood up then and unzipped his pants, stepping out of them. He gripped her by the hair, forcing her head up so she was staring into his hard cock. She looked at the round little piss hole as he pushed it forward. "Time to eat, baby," he jeered, pushing his cockhead against her lips.

She opened her lips and his cock slid through and into her mouth. She gagged as he pushed his cockhead too deep, closing her lips tightly and sucking on it, working her tongue against the head in an attempt to satisfy him so he wouldn't choke her.

"That's it. Suck that cock, baby. Suck it good," he sneered.

She sucked as hard as she could but he wasn't satisfied. He held her hair as he pumped his cock in her mouth, sliding his bloated cock shaft back and forth across her straining lips. He pulled it out then and wiped the saliva coated prick across her face several times, then he slid it back into her mouth again.

He gripped her head with both hands, holding her around the ears as he spread his legs and began to pump steadily, using her mouth like it was a cunt. He sneered as he humped into her, using greater and greater force, his cockhead punching against the back of her mouth as she tried desperately to control its cruel plunges.

Then he gave a harsh thrust and his cockhead slipped right down her throat. She choked and gurgled helplessly, in fear and pain as his long thick cockshaft followed the rounded head down her gullet.

"Swallow it, whore, fucking cheap bitch. Swallow that cock!"

He drove his cock in her to the balls, his pubic bone mashing her nose as his balls hung down against her jaw. He groaned in pleasure at the feel of her throat swallowing continuously, instinctively trying to draw the thick chunk of meat lodged inside it down into her belly.

He drew it back, fighting the sucking power of her throat, then thrust forward, pumping his cock inside her throat tube. He ignored her strangled choking moans as he fucked his cock in her throat, holding her tight by the ears.

Her vision began to blur from lack of air as his thick bloated fuck tool blocked her wind pipe. Finally he pulled it back into her mouth, then out, letting her gulp in air as he wiped his cock against her face again. He snickered then thrust it back into her mouth and straight down her throat.

"Yeahh! Yeahhh! Your mouth and throat were built to swallow cock you stinking cheap slut!" He held her head tightly and began to really fuck into her, his cock pounding up and down her throat, sawing over her tongue as he humped into her. His balls slapped against her jaw and chin as he fucked her mouth and throat with cruel relish, driving his cockhead almost down into her chest with his forceful strokes.

He pulled back suddenly, his cockhead popping out of her throat tube like a cork coming out of a bottle and held his cock in front of her. Then a thick wad of cum spit out and hit her in the face. Another followed and another and another as cock juice spit against her cheeks and forehead and mouth and nose.

He used his cock to smear the cum juice across her face as he held her tightly by the hair, then he pulled back with a laugh. Jessie was horrified and disgusted as the cum poured over her face.

"You fucking bastard!" she screamed. "You dirty stinking pervert!"

He snickered, then slammed his open hand against the side of her face. It hit her like a thunderbolt, knocking her over onto her side. She fell heavily, screaming as her hip and side slammed into the floor. Her hands were still buried in her cunt and asshole and she couldn't pull them out without great pain.

He slid his belt out of his pants loops and doubled it up, then swung it down on her, cracking it against her back. She screamed again, trying to wriggle aside or away, but she was helpless with her hands inside herself. She tugged at them, trying to pull them out, but each time the heels of her hands tried to push her cunt lips or ass mouth open wider the pain forced them back.

The belt swung down again and again, cracking against her back and her hips and her ass and her legs as she yelled and begged and cried out in pain, helpless to dodge it or protect herself. Finally she gave a scream as she managed to pull her hand out of her anus.

He continued to whip her with the belt, hardly hindered at all. She tugged at her other hand, trying to get it out of her cunt, ignoring the pain because of the greater pain of the whipping belt. She gave another scream and jerked it free, her cunt snapping closed on empty air.

She tried to crawl away but he followed, cracking the belt down on her ass freely now, without her hands in the way. He growled and dropped to his knees behind her, grabbing her thighs. He jerked her back against him until her ass cheeks were pressed against his belly.

She continued to paw at the floor, trying to crawl away but he held her too tightly. He reached forward and grabbed her arms, pulling them back behind her, dropping her onto her face and shoulders on the rug. He pulled her wrists together behind her, then forced them up high, until she screamed in agony.

"You love it, don't you, cunt?" he sneered, forcing her wrists right up behind her neck, mashing her face into the rug as he spread her legs with his free hand. He took his cock, which was still as hard as steel and slid it effortlessly into her cunt. He fucked her hard and savagely for a long minute, then pulled out and shoved it up her ass.

She burst into tears, utterly mortified and disgusted by having his cock up her asshole. The very idea of sodomy had always revolted her and now she had a big fat dripping wet cock in her asshole. He buried it inside her, then fucked hard and fast, his hips smacking and slapping against her buttocks.

"I'd like to do this to all you snotty college girls," he sneered. "This's what you all need, a good hard cock up your ass. A good reaming out would do wonders for you whores."

He let go of her wrists and they fell limply apart as she moaned in relief. Her arms twitched and jerked as they slowly pulled away from her back and fell onto the rug on either side of her. He fucked his big boner down her shitter with renewed energy, both hands on her hips as he jerked her back to meet his savage thrusts.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah," he grunted. "Fuck you! Fuck you!"

He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up and back against him as she cried out in pain. He slid his arms underneath her armpits and brought his hands up and back behind her head, jerking her back hard against him. His cock rammed up into her asshole, his balls mashing against the underside of her buttocks.

He held her there, then bent her back as he ground his loins against her ass, twisting his cock inside her anus. He pulled back even harder, bowing her back to the point of breaking as he pumped his boner inside her rectal tunnel.

His hard thrusts actually lifted her off her knees, his prick stabbing straight up into her and making her jerk upwards. He sneered and laughed, ignoring her whimpering please for relief, then he suddenly pulled his arms away, letting her fall back onto the rug. He gripped her hips tightly as he pistoned his fuck-pole down her anus with furious energy, his hips bruising her soft ass meat as he skewered the sobbing blonde.

He groaned in relief as a thick wad of cum spewed out of his cock tip and pumped down into her rectum. Wad after wad sprayed her ass tunnel with its sticky whiteness until he had emptied himself inside her.

"Ahhhhhhhh," he sighed, easing his pumping, leaving his cock buried inside her as he leaned forward, his hands pressing down on her shoulders.

"That was good, slut," he sighed. "Bet you liked that, huh, on your knees gettin' a good hard one up the ass, that's just what you needed."

He let his cock soften inside her, not eager to pull it free from her snug, warm anus, then he felt a pressure from his bladder. He smiled broadly.

"Uh oh, Cotta go, where. Gotta take a piss. Here it comes. Get ready."

Her eyes widened in shock. Surely he… surely he couldn't. Nobody could be so perverted, so disgusting, so… She felt the hot, forceful stream of piss blasting into her asshole. More and more of the burning fluid flooded down into her bowels as he sighed in happiness. He poured half a quart of piss down into her ass before finally pulling his cock back out, letting her anus squeeze out the last drops of piss. He slapped her ass hard, making her yelp.

"Now you got a bellyful of jism and a full load of piss in you," he chortled, getting to his feet. Jessie dropped fully to the floor and rolled onto her side, hugging herself. Never in her life had she felt so filthy, so revolted.

She staggered to her feet and ran to the stairs, racing upstairs to her bedroom and slamming the door behind. He chuckled and went into the kitchen to get a beer.

Upstairs Jessie sat on the toilet, on the verge of throwing up as the piss and cum poured out of her asshole. She sat on the toilet for long minutes, then filled her tub and took a long bath, then another. She didn't think she would ever feel clean again.

She prayed he would be gone when she got back down. What more could he do to her? Surely he'd satisfied his perverted lust. He'd already raped her, sodomised her, forced her to suck him. Please, please, please, she asked God, make him go now.