ShocK & Awe

Shock and Awe

Relief washes over Christine as she enters her building upon finishing her run. Though tired & sweaty Christine looks past the elevator & steels herself to take the stairs. What is usually a quick jaunt up 6 flights of stairs for Christine now looks like Mt. Everest. "I can do this," she mutters under her breath. Though she is not a statuesque beauty who captures every eye when 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. A beautiful smile, cute face with high cheek bones, beautiful brown eyes, & though she hates her thick shoulder-length curly reddish-brown hair it actually compliments her fair complexion, these attributes set her apart. Her well-toned body seems to be all legs. Her black yoga pants accentuate her long gorgeous legs, as well as the curvature of her tight sexy ass. Christine still works hard for her flat stomach, but even with all her beauty she hates her modest B cup breasts.

"Ugh, 1 more flight then I can start dinner for Jake & me," she says to quietly motivate herself. Standing on the landing bracing for the short distance remaining she thinks of Jake; 'I love that bastard, but he have better peeled those potatoes. He's probably still sleeping since he is working 3rd shift.' Half the lights flicker then go out.

"Shit!" Christine cries out as she misjudges her step & twists her ankle. "Now this really sucks, I can barely see anything & my foot is on fire." Just as she decides to hop her way up the remaining stairs to the 6th floor a hand grabs her hair from behind. Her eyes widen, Christine is desperate to yell, but the shock of the vicious hair pulling steals her voice as she fails to scream. In a mere moment the searing pain in her scalp disappears as she is thrown against the wall. As Christine crashes face first into the wall she is desperate to regain balance & relieve her foot. Before she can even consider escape a firm body presses her against the wall & a large hand covers her mouth.

"Shut up," a man's deep voice whispers in her ear, his lips grazing her ear. His hefty body presses 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. Her mind cannot register the quiet threats coming from his lips, she is too focused on the blade & his free hand delicately caressing her arm. She feels tears begin to well up in her eyes, but fights them back, only letting one escape down her cheek. His abrupt pulling of her hair causes her to elicit a slight yelp & she again focuses on his voice.

"Listen up bitch, you give me what I want & I'll let you live to jog another day. I'm going to fuck you & I'm going to fuck you hard." Hearing this Christine frantically flails & screams into her attackers' hand in a desperate attempt to escape. He responds by squeezing her face harder, & further pushing his large body against her back to cruelly crush her against the wall, all the while chuckling at her struggles.

"Oh, stop that," he coos into her ear with a seductive sarcasm, gently tapping the knife against her vulnerable throat. "Hush now, it's ok you're tired from your run; just give it up slut & remember if you keep fighting, or yell again," he emphasizes 'yell' with a harsher tone, applying pressure to the blade, & quickly grabbing her wrist to painfully twist behind her back. After holding her wrist in the uncomfortable position a few moments his lips gently nibble her ear lobe, but he then bites it rather hard before saying: "Yell again & 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 now shaking more so, dreading whatever abuse soon to be upon her. Standing there, pushed up against that wall quietly sobbing Christine desperately hopes Jake will storm down those steps & save her. He's so close she thinks to herself, just up those few remaining stairs. She now regrets the decision to choose an older rather vacant building. Christine begins to appraise the assailants' firm muscular body while he gruffly kisses & bites her ears & neck, but sobs harder upon noticing the growing girth between his legs. With little effort he hefts her body off the floor in order to move them into the darkened corner.

"Here's the deal: I don't care if you cum, but if you do . . . you will thank me for fucking you. If it hurts, which I'm sure it will, you will still thank me." Christine failing to fight back tears renews her struggle, but quickly stops moving upon feeling the knife travel slowly down her chest to her exposed stomach. Though the thought of where he is going to put the blade terrifies her the cold metal feels refreshing as it slides toward her navel. Goosebumps now rise on her warm, damp skin & as she closes her eyes accepting her fate she is spun around. Now with her back to the wall she stares at the shadowed silhouette of her tormentor. Unable to make out any defining details except that his powerful frame towers over her. Looking upon the seemingly 6'3 beast with shoulders like a linebacker causes all hope of escape to vanish.

"Shh," he commands before swiftly stabbing the knife into the wall above them. His hand moves from her mouth to her throat, he squeezes slightly to ensure her compliance. Christine shudders as his thick fingers nearly reach all the way around her dainty neck. His other hand now freely caresses her bare stomach, delicately grazing her sides, fingers playing along the bottom of her small shirt, but his gentle touch quickly becomes aggressive & painful when he reaches her breasts.

Christine groans in shame as his free hand angrily pulls her shirt & bra out of his way then squeals in pain when he quickly slaps her now exposed breasts.

Clutching her left breast & then the right, his hand capable of totally encompassing each round globe, he painfully toys with each. Christine's porcelain white breasts quickly turn red upon enduring his kneading, slapping, & fingernails. Her sensitive nipples are also not safe from abuse with each being squeezed, twisted, flicked, & even pulled. Christine's heavy breathing & continual shifting of her body during the abuse begins to drain the little strength left within her.

"I love your tits," he murmurs seconds before abruptly grabbing her shirt collar & savagely tearing the garment from her body. Her throat now free from his hand Christine inhales to yell, but when she opens her mouth to scream he shoves a large piece of her shirt inside her gaping mouth & a powerful slap crashes against her cheek.

"You don't want to do that, you will spoil the fun," he growls. He snatches Christine's hands to force them above her head. Bringing his face close to hers, "If that cloth comes out of your mouth I will quickly choke you until you pass out . . . or die," his threat full of rage & lust terrifies Christine & renews her crying. He quickly moves her hands into one of his own & like a vice his hand grasps her thin wrists together pinning them to the wall again allowing his free hand to explore her body.

He again shocks her by painfully slapping her ass before furiously pulling her sports bra from her body. The thin material obscenely stretches causing the straps to dig into her flesh before giving way with a snap. Her chest now entirely bare makes her breasts even more appetizing. He anxiously plunges his stubbly face into her chest eliciting a gasp from Christine's gagged mouth.

He is not gentle; he firmly sucks her right nipple into his mouth, roughly teasing it with his tongue & teeth, releasing it with an audible "pop," all while painfully mauling the opposite breast. His abuse alternates from one nipple to the other, but his free hand always a wicked talon grasping her vulnerable flesh. Christine sobs, desperate for escape as she bites down on her gag holding back moans. His rough treatment of her breasts & nipples has her sore & sensitive, but also slightly aroused. Unable to ignore the fact that she enjoys having her nipples teased, but this rough treatment has her both fearful & yearning in a way she never has before. Christine cries harder as she realizes she is slowly becoming wet.

"There ya go, I bet that has your pussy all ready for me, well I hope so, for your sake." Then just as quickly as before he spins her around again pushing her face into the wall. "Behave, put your hands on the wall & keep that gag in your mouth." His large hands quickly envelop each breast squeezing them & teasing her sensitive nipples. Christine feeling helpless closes her eyes to pretend she is feeling Jakes' hands making her feel this new uncharted pleasure. But just as quickly as it began it's over, no more gentle touch, the beast is back.

In a flash, his hands go from feeling like those of a lover to a beast tearing into its prey. He hungrily grabs the back of her thin yoga pants ripping them wide open. Christine cries out as she feels the cool air on her bottom. In shock & out of fear she stands there waiting, her hands pressed firmly on the wall as her head hangs low in shame. Christine knows what's next as she focuses on the dampness between her legs. With a thud & a clang his pants hit the floor.

"Bitch you are about experience a new kind of hurt," she hears him spit on his hand then feels his hand on her slightly moist pussy. She hates herself for gasping in pleasure as he delicately rubs her moist pussy & swollen clit. Then placing his whole hand over her hot mound he begins to furiously rub her most intimate region like he is trying to start a fire. The vigorous rubbing quickly become a wet sloshing as her pussy is forced to lubricate.

"Ungh...Errnn...gahwwwdd...nnnnno..." are the only noises that are heard through Christine's make shift gag. She bites down on the gag to quiet her moans resulting from extreme pleasure pain. Within 30 seconds Christine experiences an orgasm that has her legs shaking & fluids leaking down her legs & from her rapists' hand. Drenched, Christine is lightheaded from a pleasure overload. Before she can come down from her euphoric high the man brutally slams her against the wall & crams his entire cock into her overly sensitive passage.

"UUHHNGGG!!" is all he hears when he forces all 8.5 inches of his thick cock into his victims' cunt. His thrusts being so brutal Christine is lifted off the ground; severely stabbing his cock deep in her pussy withdrawing only to the tip only to again fiercely plunge back in. Grasping her throat & brutally using her moist canal for his own pleasure regardless of hers is an amazing thrill. Her sobs combing with her grunts of pain & pleasure is maddening, making him more feral. The sounds coming from her amaze him as he heartlessly forces himself in & out of her quivering pussy.

"Awe, I bet that felt good, well at least it did for me," he laughs as he slows to a rather gentle pace. Christine weeps as she struggles to remain standing. Using all of her remaining strength she braces herself for more torture, but instead is surprised by his slower speed. Like this, his considerable girth within her unprepared pussy is not nearly as painful. He chuckles as she digs her fingernails into the wall sobbing fearfully awaiting for him to continue.

"Remember what I said about cumming? What do you say?" He slowly withdraws his weaponized prick from her womanly sheath allowing Christine a chance to finally catch her breath & begin to actually acclimate to the python forced inside her. Though her respite is short lived as he painfully pulls her hair, bringing his lips to her ear & again brutally plunges his cock balls deep into her tender defenseless vagina.

"Say it," (slam!), Christine screams & trembles at this latest assault, "Say it," (slam!) (slam!) (slam!) "Say it bitch!" (slam!) He then completely withdraws from her sore, yet dripping, vagina only to step back & then lunge back into her pussy penetrating her so deeply he thinks he can feel the wall. Christine nearly collapses from the abuse wildly shrieks into her gag as another painful mind-blowing orgasm is forced upon her. Again driving his cock forward with all his strength, "Say it," he growls before another powerful thrust, "Say it," then another, but before he could say the words again Christine screams the words he loves hearing.

"Thhhaaaannnkk yyyyew!" she babbles into her gag repeatedly. Her pussy rapidly convulsing in the twilight of immense pleasure while also feeling as if it is on fire. Never has she wanted pain like this, but with it comes an intense pleasure she has only dreamt about. Tears rain down Christine's face due to the guilty shame of this brutal pleasure. She then feels the air move all around her. He has again spun her around. Now facing each other, he quickly envelopes her tiny body in his thick arms. Never has she been this afraid or excited. Christine further realizes she is merely a rag doll for this sexual brute to play with.

He easily lifts her body up, putting her legs over his arms & holding her in the air lining up his target. Christine again endures another savage spearing as her pussy collides with his raging hard-on. The two simultaneously moan in pleasure as his cock bottoms out. Christine too weak to fight, lays her head on his collar bone sobbing & desperately grasps her brutalizers' shoulders as he continues to repeatedly violently impale her on his cock. With a firm grasp he effortlessly lifts her up & down his girth; cruelly lifting her then slamming into her or allowing gravity to slide her down his slick pole. She fears how much more her poor little pussy can take as he shows no sign of slowing down.

His hands shift & she fears her next abuse. Turning in order to rest his back against the wall, he lifts her slightly & places her hands around the back of his thick muscular neck. Bringing his forehead to hers he seductively whispers, "I know you want more. . ." then moving a hand from her back to entwine his fingers into her thick beautiful hair he pulls then growls: "ride me." Christine shamefully looks down only for him to yank her hair forcing her to look at his masked face to remind her: "I wasn't asking." Christine hesitantly locks her fingers together behind his neck & begins to slowly writhe up & down his throbbing cock.

Grateful for the chance to go slow & gentle, but she knows that "gentle" is not what either of them want. Slowly she increases her pace & the speed in which she slides down his cock. His approval comes in the form of him muttering "yes" & "fuck yea" along with him occasionally pulling her hair to really slam her down on his member. His moans of pleasure are modest, but Christine is in another world as she moans deeply from sheer pleasure. She knows she could spit the gag out, but likes how it makes her feel used & fears his reaction. Just as Christine really gets into her rhythm, even enjoying having her hair being pulled, he again flips the script.

Suddenly dropping to his knees, bringing her with him, he then literally throws her to the floor. Christine lay there in shock & sapped of all strength. He quickly finds his way to her & pins her arms down, but begins kissing her inner thighs, then slowly & sensuously kisses his way up her body. His lips & tongue erotically roam her toned stomach, Christine can't hold back a moan when his tongue plunges into her navel before devouring her breasts. Terrified by the man on top her she is again confused by the surprisingly gentle treatment as he kisses her battered breasts. She is startled when he slides his arms under her abruptly; shifting her body to firmly grasp her shoulders. Christine anxiously awaits his next move.

Gripping her shoulders he pulls her body down to his cock while also pushing his hips towards her awaiting pussy. Once totally inside her, they both gasp enjoying pleasure at the initial penetration. She realizes this brutal game is coming to an end. Biting her lip & closing her eyes she lets waves of dark pleasure wash over her as the mystery man mercilessly takes her.

With every thrust he grips her shoulders to firmly pull her against his hard cock to get in as deep as possible. His deliberate pace, both powerful & controlled. Christine writhes under him & digs her nails into his back desperately yearning for another chance to cum. He stares lustfully into her eyes as he pulls her into his deep thrusts. Sensing her growing need he sadistically stops, holding his throbbing cock fully sheathed within her.

Christine on the verge of tears in anticipation of her single greatest orgasm angrily spits out her gag to growl "Fuck me blind you fucking bastard!" She barely makes out the smile creeping under his mask. Grasping her shoulder with one hand then hungrily pulling her hair with the other he begins ravaging her with the most powerful & vicious thrusts possible. Burying his face in her neck, he now violently fucks her. He pounds her pussy as if he is punishing her, slamming into her with no restraint or remorse fully aware he will leave bruises.

With his mouth next to her ear he heartlessly whispers vile things: "you like getting raped bitch," "you like my cock slut," "I'll come back for your asshole next," but hearing these horrible things only causes Christine to cum harder. Allowing her pleasure to take over unleashes an unexpectedly powerful release. Through a clenched jaw, Christine howls in pleasure as she squirts all over herself & the bastard inside her. Moments later his grip intensifies, squeezing her shoulder so hard she fears he might break her. His intense final thrusts are desperate & brutal & unleash a torrent of cum inside her abused cunt. The warmth from his sperm shocking her with a sudden intense heat.

This momentary distraction is all her rapist needs to slip away. Quickly slipping his pants on, then grabbing his knife & her license. Looking at her license he says, "Thanks, 'Christine,' I know where you live now. Be smart & keep quiet."

Christine unable to move from exhaustion she is now left alone in her tattered clothing. Crying quietly, she looks around fearfully then uses 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 she fears having to tell Jake what happened, but relieved she doesn't have to tell him how good it felt. She quickly flashes back to those intense thrusts, then feels a curious tingle between her legs at the idea of being mounted by that brute again. Shaking her head clear she questions what her next move will be.

Reaching for her door she notices a folded note taped to it. Opening the note the words cause shock & awe:

"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 drops. That bastard is the one who fucked her like an animal, not some stranger? She quickly opens the door, once inside her smile shone bright, involuntarily uttering "I love that bastard." Heading straight to the shower she begins to think of what can possibly happen next time then begins to personally take care of that tingle between her legs.