The Intruder

Chapter 3

Finally she wrapped a big fluffy towel around herself and left the bathroom, going back into her bedroom. Jones was in her room, poking through her dresser drawers. She stared at him in shock, her heart sinking. Jones ignored her as he pulled lingerie out of the drawer.

"Now this is nice," he said, holding up a mass of lacy black material. There was a frilly little see through lace bra, a matching G-string and a garter belt, garters and black fishnet stockings. A girlfriend had given the set to her last year as a joke on her studious, dull life.

He tossed them on the bed as he turned to look at her.

"Put em on, baby. I wanna see you in them." He, sat on the end of the bed, watching with interest as she donned, first the G-string, then the bra, then the garter belt and garters and stockings. She looked at him wordlessly.

"Nice, real nice. You can wear that. Now come and show me where everything is."

He pulled her down the hall to her parents room, demanding she tell him where their jewels were, where cameras and other expensive things could be found. She answered him in a dull, lifeless voice. She had given up any struggle, either for her dignity or her family's possessions.

He unplugged their TV and carried it down while she carried the jewelry box, a VCR, a video camera and a pair of thirty-five millimeter cameras. She helped him pack their silverware and gathered together the other stereos, TVs and VCRs in the house, all except for the ones in the living room.

"Well, that was sweaty work," he said. "You go upstairs and pour me a bubble bath and make the water hot."

She nodded dully, then went up to do his bidding. After a bit he came up, grunting and smiling and stood in front of her, forcing her to take off his clothes. Naked, he climbed into the tub and lay back, sighing in comfort.

"Get in slut, strip and come in. I always wanted one of those oriental type baths. You're gonna soap yourself up and scrub me with your tits."

Jessie didn't really know what he meant, but stripped naked and got into the tub. He handed her the soap and ordered her to soap herself up good. She soaped up her chest heavily, then he turned around and ordered her to rub her fat tits against his wet back.

"This is no good," he said. He stood up and ordered the soapy wet girl to follow him. They went down the hail to her room and he got into her bed with a sigh of pleasure, laying flat on his belly.

"Got on me, slut and soap me up with your titties."

Swallowing nervously, she got into bed, straddling him, her soft ass and stinging cunt pressing against the small of his back. She bent over and pressed her tits against his back, softly rubbing them up and down.

"Harder, slut!" he snapped. She pressed her soapy melons harder against him, rubbing them up and down, mashing them against his muscular back as she soaped him up. Her ass and crotch were also soapy and she rubbed herself over his lower back and buttocks as he sighed in comfort.

"Ahhh," he sighed. "Rub that pussy on me, girl, mash those titties against me." He paused for a moment. "Hey, give my shoulders a nice massage too."

Her fingers kneaded his shoulders as she rubbed her cunt up and down his back. She slid easily now as both were wet and coated with soap.

"Harder you twat, rub harder."

Jessie's cunt, ass and thighs slid back and forth over his back as she kneaded his shoulders. Oddly, she discovered the sensation quite pleasant. Her thighs were spread wide, opening her cunt up and her slit was sliding back and forth over his soft, soapy flesh.

"Let me turn over, slut."

She was slightly disappointed to stop the steady sliding but got up as he rolled onto his back. Then she dropped her soapy ass and cunt onto his belly and bent forward, avoiding looking at his face as she pressed her soapy tit melons down on his chest and rubbed herself back and forth.

His hands came around and cupped her soapy ass cheeks, jamming her down harder as he pulled her up and down his belly. Her crotch rode across his cock several times.

"My cock needs special attention, slut. Use those fat tits of yours to clean it."

She slid further down his body until her chest was over his cock. Her cunt was resting on his legs, which were together and she shifted over to one side so his left leg pushed firmly against her cunt slit. She took his cock and pressed her tits against it from either side, mashing her tit meat around it as she used the two mammaries as scrub brushes.

"Harder, cunt meat. Scrub my cock." She rubbed her tits back and forth on his prick, which was beginning to get hard again. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her upwards as she cried in pain. He maneuvered her snatch over his boner and took his cock in one hand, fitting the head against her hole.

"Take it, slut." he sighed. She eased up, then slid back down over his prick. His soapy prong drove up high into her belly, the soap stinging her cunt as she settled atop it.

"Okay, whore, ride it," he sighed, his hands going behind his head as he smiled up at her. Her twat full of fuck meat, she pressed her hands flat on his chest and began to slowly slide her pussy up and down his hard prong. Oddly, this too felt good. She ran her fuck tube up and down over his dick, sighing weakly at the feel of his soapy flesh on her clit.

After the violence that had been wrought on her poor body this fuck, which was nothing less than rape, seemed somehow, almost friendly. It was almost like she was just fucking a man willingly. Her cunt rode over his prong steadily, heating up around the hard tool, sending a quiver up her spine.

She rode harder, sliding her fuck meat up and down around his shaft with ever increasing speed, panting with the effort and the resulting heat in her loins. When Jones reached up and squeezed her titties she actually moaned in pleasure, glad of the added sensation.

Her buttocks ground down on his hips and thighs as she twisted and rubbed her pussy lips against his skin. Her round, taut ass cheeks rose and fell, rose and fell, as her fuck pit repeatedly swallowed the entire length of his purple knobbed prick.

He began humping up into her then, so his cock was sent slicing up between her tender twat lips with savage force and speed. She didn't care. Her belly was a quivering, churning cauldron of excitement, her pussy steaming with fuck juice as she whimpered and whined in pleasure.

"Fuckin' whore," he grunted. "Fuckin cheap slut!" He clamped his hands painfully tight around her tits, dragging her upper body down to his chest then gripping her hair with one hand and jamming her lips onto his. He mashed his lips onto hers, his tongue shooting up into her mouth as he humped his boner up into her cunt slot.

His free hand slid down her back and clamped around her ass flesh, pushing her down with each stroke, mashing her flesh beneath his hard fingers.

Jessie didn't care what he did to her. She was on the verge of an orgasm, the first in, in, in well over a year. She'd ignored sex for so long that the insides of her cunt had practically calcified. Now with the steady pumping of his meat and the lack of fear and pain, her pussy juices were flowing freely and her slit was burning with need.

She kissed him back, something that would have revolted her even minutes ago and still did somewhere at the back of her mind. But all she really cared about right now as cumming, cumming long and cumming hard. She rode up and down his prick while her breathing became more ragged and her body became more raw with crackling sex energy.

Then she came, crying out in excitement, in glee, in bliss, as her body erupted in powerful waves of boiling orgasmic pleasure. She felt like her body was turning inside out, like her cunt was gushing fire and juice as she came explosively, jerking and trembling and shaking against him as he continued to ram his prick up into her belly.

Snapping, crackling multi-colored lights flashed and burst in front of her closed eyes and her chest locked tight, as the sex heat poured through her. She grunted repeatedly, her cunt sucking and squeezing on his cock as it thrust into her.

Her climax screamed along every nerve ending, every pore in her skin radiating sex heat as her cunt sent jagged bolts of ecstasy shooting up into her guts, searing her insides with its powerful concussive explosions.

She went limp with weakness, flat atop him as he continued to thrust up into her. His hands clamped down on her ass, jamming her down on his fuck stick, grinding her pelvis over his groin as his cum shot up into her guts.

He heaved her aside and sat up, scratching his head.

"Cheap piece of meat," he sneered, swinging his legs out of bed. "Come on, bitch. I ain't finished my bath yet."

He swaggered across the rug towards the bathroom. Jessie got to her feet and shuffled after him. Just as she entered the bathroom he grabbed her arm and hurled her through the room into the tub. She landed with a loud splash, sending water flying everywhere. Her leg banged into the tiled wall, making her cry out in pain, then water got down her throat and she choked and coughed furiously as he laughed in amusement.

"Soap yourself up some more, slut, then come and rub me again," he sneered.

She pulled herself to her knees, water dripping off her hair. She slipped and fell, then got up again and climbed out of the tub. He grinned nastily as she picked up the soap and soaped up her chest and belly again.

He grabbed her and pulled her against him, still grinning. "Rub those fat tits against my cock. It's all dirty again."

She rubbed her breasts back against his soft prick, mashing the soft meat around his sensitive prong.

"Fuckin' cunt," he snarled, shoving her back. "I keep telling you to rub harder!" he snarled. He grabbed her and shoved her back against the tub, bending her back across the side.

She clawed at his hands as her back threatened to break under the pressure. He slapped her hard, then grabbed bother her wrists and locked them together, forcing them back over her head and down into the tub. "Stop! Please!" she gasped, her wet feet and legs kicking and flailing on the floor in an effort to ease the strain on her back.

He jammed his knee into her crotch to pin her in place, laughing as he bent her back even harder. Her spine ground and rolled on the hard enamel. He reached down beside the tub and found a brush. It was made for scraping the floor and had harsh, strong bristles. He picked it up and looked down gleefully at her round, straining titties, both pushing out hard against her taut flesh.

"I'll show you how to scrub up, pussy," he sneered. He shoved the brush into the water, then pulled it out and jammed it against her sensitive left tit. He began scrubbing harshly as she screamed in pain. The bristles were clawing the skin off her as he rubbed it up and down over her soapy melon.

He paid particular attention to her nipple, scratching and scraping and scouring the brush across it with furious, forceful motions. Jessie jerked and thrashed helplessly, yelling and screaming as her tit burned with pain. He only laughed, then ran the harsh brush over her other tit, scraping savagely as her back bent even more over the edge of the tub.

"Ahh! Ahhhh! Ohhhh! Uhhhh!" she cried, as he viciously scoured her tender flesh with the harsh brush, sawing it back and forth over the melon until it, like the other one, was blood red, ever nerve ending screaming with pain.

He looked down at her splayed legs and pulled the brush away from her aching tits, jamming it down against her open crotch and rubbing furiously at her soft cunt mound. She howled in agony, her legs jerking and flopping as she thrashed and writhed against him. The harsh bristles scraped and clawed at her sensitive pussy mound, burning up her crotch.

He quickly flipped her over, tired of her struggling and jammed her face down into the water as he sawed the cruel brush back and forth over her pussy again. He held her head under water, a cruel sneer on his face as the brush scraped savagely over her pussy meat.

He threw it away suddenly and let go of her head. It sprang out of the water, Jessie coughing and gagging as he laughed and pushed his boner against her cunt. He thrust into her, burying his cock in her warm snatch with a single stroke.

Fighting to regain her breath, Jessie hardly even noticed, nor cared. Her arms hugged her chest as she coughed and hacked. His hands held her hips and he fucked steadily, his soapy fuck-pole sliding nicely in her belly as he hummed to himself.

Jessie moaned as she cupped her aching breasts. The skin had been scraped raw and there were little bleeding scratches in a dozen places. He slapped his hands down on her ass flesh with a laugh, ridding his prick into her with more force as his pleasure mounted.

"Teach you your place, girl," he snickered. His cock pounded into her as he gripped her ass and spurted out more cum into the depths of her belly.

"Gonna give you a baby, slut," he laughed. "Gonna fuck a baby into you, make your tits and belly fat."

He slapped her ass hard, then dragged her back out of the tub and shoved her back on the floor. He stood up and got into the tub, running the shower to rinse himself off.

Jones was really getting off on his control over the beautiful young blonde. He kept her naked and abused and insulted her constantly. He spent most of the evening in the couch watching TV. Jessie knelt in front of him on all fours and he propped his feet up on her back.

Several times he dragged her face up between his legs and had her suck him off, grinning down at her as she did, calling her whore and slut. The only time she was allowed to move was when he sent her into the kitchen for food or beer.

Late in the night he was poking around with the video camera. He filmed her naked, then stuck the tape in the VCR, laughing and giggling as her naked image came up. He put the tape back in the camera and turned it on her again.

"Lay back in the corner, slut and spread those pretty legs of yours."

She sat back against the wall, opening her legs as he filmed her. He got down on his knees and brought the camera in close to her crotch.

"Pull your cunt lips open," he ordered. "That's it. Stick your fingers in your snatch."

He crawled backwards and sat up, shifting back until he had her whole body in the shot.

"Let's see you play with yourself, baby. Jerk off for me."

She looked worriedly at the camera, but could not do anything other than he wished. She pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy as she diddled her ditty.

"He stopped the camera and scowled at her.

"Show some emotion, girl. I want to see you cumming. I wanna see how excited you are. Play with your titties and diddle dick your pussy like you really mean it."

He raised the camera and turned it on again. She started wriggling on the floor, running her hands up and down her body, sliding her fingers into her cunt cleft. She moaned weakly, moving her head from side to side and fondling her titties.

"More emotion, slut!" he yelled. She moaned louder, wriggled harder, pumped her fingers into her snatch as she mashed her titties. She grunted and groaned and sighed realistically while he grinned and ran the camera up and down her lush, naked body.

"Enough for now," he said, yawning. He put the camera down and stood up. "Come on, fuck pad. We're goin' to bed."

Her heart leapt a little at the thought of him sleeping and the chance that presented for her to escape. She'd be real careful, she told herself. She'd make absolutely sure he was asleep before sneaking out.

But Jones had no intention of relying on her to stay around for him to wake up. He scratched himself as he went into her parents room and looked at the big double bed with a wide grin on his face. The four poster had seven foot high posts on all four corners.

He searched in her parents drawers and came out with a pair of her mother's panty hose. Jessie watched in confusion as he ripped them down the middle and then pulled her over against the foot of the bed.

"Reach up and grab the poles, baby," he said. She tried, but couldn't reach them.

"Well, just hold your arms up like that then," he said. He tied one of the panty hose legs tightly around her right wrist, then tied the other around her left wrist. He then tied the other ends to the poles. He tied her arms tight so she was almost on her toes and had to stand up very straight, otherwise she'd be hanging from her wrists. They already ached from the way the nylon cut into them but she knew better than to complain.

He tied her so she was facing the bed, then slapped her ass and moved around her, getting into the bed himself.

"You can have a nice view of me in this comfy warm bed," he grinned. "While I have a nice view of your pretty titties and cunt fur." With that he turned off the lights and rolled onto his side, breathing evenly as he tried to fall asleep.

Jessie stayed still for long, long minutes, until she was sure he was asleep. Only then did she try to pull her hands free from the tight panty hose. She quickly found that she couldn't, that the knots were just too tight and hugged her wrists no matter how she twisted them.

Then she tried to pull hard in hopes of snapping the panty hose. Certainly she knew how easy it was to get a run in the elastic stuff. She pulled as hard as she could, first with her left then her right, but the panty hose wouldn't give and the pulling cinched it even tighter around her wrists.

She finally thought to try and dig holes in the panty hose with her fingernails in hopes of shredding it. But by then her hands were numb from lack of blood. She could hardly even move her fingers and couldn't get enough pressure on the panty hose to cause any damage.

Jones began to snore. She had no idea how much time had passed. She stood there in the darkness, her legs stiff and tired, her back sore and her wrists feeling like they'd been cut. More time passed, the only sign the shadows moving across the room as the moon shifted.

By dawn her entire body was stiff and sore and tired and she was exhausted. She'd taken to shifting from one foot to another long ago and lifting and bending her legs to ease their stiffness. Her back felt horrible. It wasn't exactly a bad pain, just a sort of terrible stiffness like an itch she couldn't scratch.

She finally got the idea of kneeling up on the edge of the bed, but had to do it so carefully so as not to wake him that, though it helped ease some of the strain on her legs, it didn't help her back at all, nor her wrists or shoulders or hands.

She was kneeling there, her head hanging low, half asleep a couple of hours after dawn when Jones woke up. He glanced down and saw her and frowned, then slowly shifted his feet over and suddenly kicked her knees back over the edge of the bed. She dropped off the bed, all her weight coming down on her wrists, which suddenly felt like a tight wire was slicing through them.

She cried out in shock and pain, her feet scrabbling at the floor for several seconds before she was able to stand up and support her weight again.

"Didn't tell you, you could get in the bed with me, slut," he said blearily. He scratched himself and yawned, then looked across at her with a small smile.

"Hmmm, got myself a boner, pussy. What'dya think I should do with it?"

She looked back tiredly, saying nothing. He grinned and crawled tiredly out of bed, his cock sticking straight out as he went around to the foot of the bed to stand behind her. She felt his cockhead rubbing up and down between her buttocks, then felt it press against her asshole.

He spit a couple of times and she felt a finger stab into her anus and slide back and forth, then it withdrew and his cock probed her rectal entrance again. She felt the pressure mount but could do nothing other than try and loosen her muscles to ease the way, hoping there would be less pain.

He wasn't at all concerned about pain as he forced his fat cock nose up into her anus, then rocked back and forth to twist another inch, then another into her asshole. His hands slid up and down her back, then around in front of her to cup and then squeeze her full round breasts.

His thumb stroked her nipples as his fingers kneaded her tit meat, mashing and twisting the soft fleshy meat as he worked his cock yet deeper into her rectum. His hands slid down her belly, then gripped her thighs from in front, pulling them up and apart, letting her entire weight come down on her wrists once again.

He pulled her legs wide and back against him as he jammed the entire length of his boner up her asshole, grunting with pleasure as he felt his balls rubbing against the undersides of her buttocks.

"Like that, whore?" he panted. "This is the way all you college girls should wake up every morning, with a good hard cock up the ass." He grunted and thrust up harder, grinding his pelvis against her soft round ass skin as he twisted his cock around inside her guts.

He began stroking then, tearing his cock back down her anal tube, then forcing it back up her shitter with a hard, violent thrust. She grunted in time to his thrusts as he used more and more of his cockshaft, pistoning it into her with long, hard strokes that made her tits bounce and jiggle.

He sucked on the side of her throat as he rutted his pole up her anus, sucking and then biting at the nape of her neck, ignoring her whimpers and moans as he used her body for his own pleasure, intensely aroused at his total possession, total control over the luscious young blonde woman.

His cock worked steadily up and down inside her asshole as his breathing grew faster and harder. He bit harder on her neck too, gripping her tits again as he used his knees to keep her legs apart. His fingernails found her nipples and dug in hard from either side, then pulled the soft little buttons far out from her meaty mammaries, distending the shape of her round melons into sharp pointed cones.

He pounded his cock up her asshole, reaming out her rear entry as he lustfully pawed and fondled her soft young flesh. He snickered at each groan, chuckled at each whimper, laughed at each cry of pain and his cock grew even thicker inside her asshole.

Jones had never been gentle with women, even those who came to his bed willingly, but now he was finding a delightful pleasure in his complete and unchecked domination of the girl. He could do anything, anything at all to her he wanted to and his mind spun through idea after idea.

But for now he was still tired. He rammed his prick deep into the college girl's asshole and spewed out his morning load of sperm juice, churning her rectum into butter as he let it suck the last drop from his cock. He withdrew then and went into the bathroom to piss and wash his cock, then returned, grabbing another pair of panty hose from the dresser.

He tied them around her ankles and bound each to the bottom of the bedposts so she couldn't get on the bed again. Of course this meant that all her weight was hanging on her wrists again, but he didn't care. She was tied so she couldn't move at all, that was what he wanted. He jumped back into bed and fell asleep again.