Shock and Awe

Christine just finished up her run. She is tired and sweaty but steels herself to take the stairs. It's a quick jaunt up 6 flights of stairs but to Christine it looks like Mt. Everest. "I can do this," she mutters under her breath. Though she is not a statuesque beauty that everyone looks to as she passes through a room, she is undeniably pretty.

At 25, Christine still doesn't realize how gorgeous she is. Being 5' 5" she is neither tall nor short but can always be found in a crowd. She has the most beautiful smile, a cute face with high cheek bones and beautiful brown eyes that seem to glisten. Though she hates it, her thick, curly, reddish-brown hair reaches just past her shoulders complements her fair complexion perfectly. Her well-toned body seems to be all legs. Her black yoga pants accentuate her long gorgeous legs, as well as her tight sexy ass. Christine has worked hard for her flat stomach but even with all her beauty she still hates her modest B cup breasts.

"Ugh, 1 more flight then I can start dinner for Jake and me," she says to quietly motivate herself. I love that bastard but he have better peeled those potatoes, but he's probably still sleeping since he is working 3rd shift. Half the lights flicker then go out, "Shit!" she spits out as she misjudges her step and twists her ankle. "Now this really sucks, I can barely see anything and my foot is on fire." Just as she lifts her foot to start her climb up to the 6th floor a hand grabs her from behind throwing her towards a wall. As Christine stumbles to the wall to regain balance and relieve her foot, a large gloved hand covers her mouth.

"Shut up," a man's' deep voice whispers in her ear. His hefty body is pressed flush against her back trapping her against the wall. Just as Christine opens her mouth to yell, a switchblade is pressed against her throat. The cool blade feels like ice against her sweating body. She feels tears begin to well up in her eyes but fights them back, only letting one escape down her cheek.

"Listen up bitch, you give me what I want and I'll let you live to jog another day. I'm going to fuck you and I'm going to fuck you hard." After hearing him Christine began flailing and screaming into her attackers' hand. He chuckles at her struggles, "You're tired from your run, just give it up slut and remember if you keep fighting or yell I will either knock you out or kill you. Both of these options still leave me with a body to fuck. So either take it like a good whore or be a dead whore."

Christine began shaking dreading whatever was going to happen next. She stood there, pushed up against that wall sobbing, hoping Jake would storm down those steps and save her. He's so close, half way up the stairs you can see our apartment. Christine could only stand there feeling him shifting his wait and moving his legs as he forced her further over to the dark corner.

"Here's the deal," he began, "I don't care if you cum but if you do you will thank me for fucking you, and if it hurts, which I'm sure it will, you will still thank me." Christine began to feel his knife travel slowly down her chest to her stomach cutting her thin top in random spots. Though she is terrified at the thought of where he is going to put the blade the cold metal felt refreshing as it slid toward her navel. Goosebumps began to rise on her warm, damp skin and as she closed her eyes accepting her fate she was spun around, now with her back to the wall she was able to face the shadowed silhouette that looms over her. She could not make out any details but she could tell he was big, probably 6'3 with the shoulders of a linebacker.

"Shh," he commanded as he swiftly stabbed the knife into a board above them, he then placed a hand on her throat and abdomen. His fingers nearly reaching all the way around her dainty neck. The hand on her stomach began slide up to her chest, her defenseless partially exposed breasts were his target. He firmly grabbed her left breast squeezing it, then her right. "I like these," he murmured seconds before grabbing her collar and ripping her shirt open. Her mouth and throat free Christine began to inhale to scream. As she opened her mouth he shoved a large piece of her shirt inside her gaping mouth.

"You don't want to do that, you will spoil the fun," he joked. Like a puma he snatched Christine's' hands to force them above her head. Bringing his face only centimeters from hers to warn her, "If that cloth comes out of your mouth I will quickly choke you until you pass out . . . or die." Christine hated admitting it but he smelled, nice.

He began switching her hands into one of his own allowing his free hand to explore her body. He startled her as he grabbed her ass and plunged his stubbly face into her chest.

He was not gentle, he firmly sucked her right nipple into his mouth, roughly teasing it with his tongue, releasing it with an audible "pop." He then repeated the process to her left breast. This continued for several minutes, as she bit down on her gag holding back tears. His rough treatment of her nipples left her sore and sensitive, and yet slightly aroused. She could not ignore the fact that she enjoys having her nipples teased but this rough treatment has her both terrified and feeling aroused in a way she has never been before. Christine began to sob in shame as she realized she was slowly becoming wet.

"There ya go, I bet that has your pussy all ready for me, well I hope, for your sake." Then just as quickly as before he spun her around, again pushing her face into the wall. "Behave. Now put your hands on the wall and keep that gag in your mouth." His large hands began to slowly caress her shoulders, then wander to her breasts as he lightly squeezed her sensitize nipples. Christine feeling helpless, could only close her eyes and pretend these were Jakes' hands that were making her feel this new uncharted pleasure. But just as quickly as it began it was over, no more gentle touch, the beast was back.

In a flash his hands went from feeling like those of a lover to a monster tearing into its prey. He grabbed the back of her thin yoga pants, lifting to grab as much material as possible only to rip them wide open. Christine began to sob again as she felt the cool air on her bottom. In shock she just stood there waiting, her hands pressed firmly on the wall as her head hung low. She knew what was next. He had tricked her into arousal as a part of his sick game. With a thud and a clang his pants hit the floor.

"Bitch you are about experience a new kind of hurt," she heard him spit on his hand then rub her slightly moist pussy. She hated herself for gasping in pleasure as he rubbed her swollen clit. He then put his whole hand over hot mound and began to rub like he was trying to start a fire.

"Ungh...Errnn...gahwwwdd...nnnnno..." were the only noises that could be heard through Christine's make shift gag as she bit down and moaned through this extreme pleasure pain. Within 15 seconds Christine experienced an orgasm that left her weak, her legs soaked and her rapists hand drenched. Before she could come down from her euphoric high, the bastard crammed his entire cock into her overly sensitive passage. "UUHHNGGG!!" was all he heard as he shoved all 8.5 inches of his thick cock into his victims' cunt. His thrusts being so powerful Christine was lifted off the ground.

"Awe, I bet that felt good, well at least it did for me." Christine, using all her remaining strength, began to brace herself for more torture but instead he held his considerable girth within her unprepared pussy. He chuckled as she dug her fingernails into the wall and sobbed.

"Remember what I said? What do you say?" He began to slowly withdraw his weaponized prick from her womanly sheath allowing Christine a chance to finally catch her breath and begin to acclimate to the python forced inside her. Though her respite was short lived as he was again plunging himself balls deep into her defenseless vagina.

"Say it," slam! "Say it," slam! "Say it bitch!" he then completely withdrew only to lunge into her pussy penetrating her so deeply he thought he felt the wall. Christine nearly collapsing from this abuse dug her nails into the wall, shrieking into her gag while experiencing another mind-blowing orgasm. Then again he drove his cock forward with all his strength, "say it," another power thrust, "say it," then another, but before he could say the words Christine gave him what he wanted.

"Thhhnnnkk yyyyew!" she yelled into her gag. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, never had she wanted pain like this but with it came an intense pleasure she had only dreamt about. Christine began sobbing due to both shame and pleasure. She then felt the air mover all around her. He had again spun her around, they stood face to face but now he has her enveloped in his arms. Never had she been this afraid or excited. Still no light to reveal any details of this sexual brute. Christine realized she was merely a rag doll for this mysterious man to play with.

He easily lifts her crotch to his waist before savagely spearing her pussy with his raging hard-on. The two simultaneously moan in pleasure as his cock bottoms out. Christine could only lay her head on his collar bone and desperately hold onto her brutalizers' shoulders as he continued violently impaling her on his cock. She did not know how much more her poor little pussy could take as he showed no signs of slowing down. His hands began to shift, she was worried to find out what was next. Then, surprisingly he turned them together in order to rest his back against the wall, taking a couple of steps away from it did he then place her hands around the back of his neck.

Placing his forehead against hers he seductively whispers, "I know you want more. . ." then moving a hand from her ass to entwine his fingers into her thick, beautiful hair he then whispers "ride me." Christine shamefully looked down only for him to yank her hair back forcing eye contact, reminding her "I wasn't asking." Christine did her best to conceal the small smile stretching across her face but she knew he saw it.She then firmly grasped his neck and began to slowly writhe back and forth on his throbbing cock.

Christine was grateful for the chance to go slow and gently but knew that "gentle" is not what either of them wanted. Slowly she began to pick up the pace and increase the speed in which she slid down his cock. His approval came in the form of him muttering "yes" and "fuck yea" along with him pulling her hair to really slam her down on his member. His moans of pleasure were modest but Christine was in another world as she moaned in sheer pleasure, she knew she could spit the gag out but she liked how it made her feel used. Just as Christine was really getting her rhythm, even enjoying having her hair being pulled, he again flips the script.

He suddenly dropped to his knees, bringing her with him, then literally throwing her on the floor. Christine could only lay there sapped of all strength from the great sex, terrified he was going for the knife. To her surprise he slowly found his way to her, kissing her inner thighs and sensuously kissing his way to her chest. Surprisingly leaving her breasts alone he slid his arms under her to grasp her shoulders.

Ironically, Christine felt safe and awaited his next move. He firmly gripped her shoulders and slid himself inside her. Both gasping in pleasure, she knew this game was coming to an end, but knows he will finish strong. Biting her lip and closing her eyes she felt waves of dark pleasure wash over her as the mystery man continued humping her.

Slowly, with every thrust he would grip her shoulders and firmly pull her down to truly get in as deep as possible and Christine didn't want it any other way. His deliberate pace is both powerful and controlled. His control over his desire to finally reach his climax is a true showing of his endurance and will power. She fears his power over her.

Christine writhes and digs her nails into his back as she anxiously awaits another chance to cum. He stares passionately into her eyes as he pulls her in at the same time as a quick powerful thrust locking them together. He then stops, holding his throbbing cocking fully sheathed inside her.

Christine on the verge of tears in anticipation for the single greatest orgasm ever experienced spits out her gag to growl "fuck me blind you fucking bastard." She can barely make out a smile creep over his face moments before replying "Thank you." He grasps her shoulder with one hand then a handful of hair with the other then gives her the most powerful thrusts he can muster. He buries his face in her neck by her ear as he furiously fucks her.

He whispers horrible things: "you like getting raped bitch," "you like my cock slut," "I'll come back for your asshole next" hearing these horrible things only made Christine cum harder. She could feel herself squirt all over herself and the wonderful bastard inside her. Moments later he gripped her shoulder so hard she feared he drew blood as he gave several final thrusts before unleashing a torrent of cum inside her abused cunt. The heat from his sperm was shocking as she felt she was on fire.

This momentary distraction was all her rapist needed to slip away, slipping his pants on grabbing his knife as well as her license. Looking at her license he says, "Thanks, 'Christine', I know where you live. Be smart and keep quiet."

Christine, unable to move due to exhaustion, is now left alone in her tattered clothing. Crying, she looks around while using her shaking hands to cover her ravished body. "No, no, why . . . why me," Christine sobs as she rises from the floor in order to stumble to her apartment.

With tears streaming down her face dreading having to tell Jake what happened, but she knew she didn't have to tell him how good it felt. She has a quick flash back to those intense thrusts, then feels a curious tingle between her legs at the idea of being mounted by that brute again.

Reaching for her door she notices a note taped to it reading: "I'll give you your license back when I get home from work. You should hide your diary better, now I know what you really want. Sincerely your "rapist" Jake." Christine's jaw dropped. That bastard is the one who fucked her like an animal, not some stranger? She quickly opened the door, then inside she could only smile and think "I love that bastard." Then heading to the shower she began to think of what could possibly happen next time and take care of that tingle between her legs.