Margaret Wallace was your average, everyday housewife. She was born and raised in Queens, NY. She got married right out of high school at the age of 19 to her high school sweetheart, David. They were perfect for each other. They actually waited until their wedding night before they had sex. They were two young kids who basically did what they were told to do by their parents. Margaret was a sweet, young woman who was always willing to help out a person in need.
David worked for his father in the family business. His father owned a Deli in Queens and was planning to retire soon. He was going to hand over the Deli to David and move to Florida. The Deli was in a good location and did a lot of business. With a little help from David's father, they were able to purchase a small home in Westchester County, NY. David's Father wanted them to stay in Queens, close to the store. But the young couple decided that they wanted get out of Queens. They wanted to move to upper Westchester and start a family. They were tired of living in the city. They were fed up with the noise, the crime, and the hustle and bustle of living in the city.
They loved their new home. They lived on a 3-acre plot that was surrounded by woods. Their closest neighbor was about 300 yards away. They loved the peace and quiet that living north of NYC afforded them. Even David's father who was against them moving to Westchester County loved the house. He loved the peace and quiet. He loved nighttime the most. It was unlike living in a city where you heard cars going by honking, people yelling at each other, kids playing loud music as they drove by your house at all times of the night. The sound of crickets rubbing their wings at night was the only sound they ever heard.
Margaret worked three days a week at the Deli with her husband and the rest of the week she went to Westchester Community College in Valhalla. She wanted to become a nurse because she loved helping people in need. In Margaret's eyes, she had a perfect life. She had a husband who loved her and a nice home where she planned to raise their children.
They ran into their neighbors one day while they were out shopping in town. They talked for a while to the older couple. It was close to noon so they all decided to have lunch together. The Johnston's had lived in their house for around 15 years.
The ladies were chatting about where to shop and stuff and the men where talking about their commutes to work. Mrs. Johnston abruptly stopped talking when she heard her husband say,
"Have you guys been down to the lake yet?"
David looked confused, He hadn't seen any lake and wasn't sure what Mr. Johnston was talking about.
"What lake?" David replied which got Margaret's attention.
"The one behind our houses... It's about a half a mile through the woods... It actually belongs to the people who live on the other side of the lake. There's a huge mansion on the other side of the lake and the lake belongs to them."
Margaret was very interested in what Mr. Johnston was saying. Mrs. Johnston had a terrified look on her face. She sat in silence while her husband described the lake to the young couple.
Mrs. Johnston finally couldn't take it anymore and she interrupted her husband,
"Honey you shouldn't tell them about that evil place."
Mr. Johnston started laughing and then looked over at the young couple that looked confused.
"Don't pay attention to my wife. She thinks the woods are haunted."
He then continued,
"About half way to the lake there's and old tiny broken down abandon Chapel. From the looks of it... its probably 200 years old... its nothing but a bunch of old rotting logs and rocks now."
Mrs. Johnston felt a little embarrassed as her husband spoke. Her husband then told the young couple how one day he was in the house and heard his wife screaming. He ran to the back of the house to see his wife come running out of the woods with her dress torn and screaming that some one was chasing her. When he looked into the woods all he saw was a bunch of rabbits.
Mr. Johnston broke out into laughter and the young couple laughed with him. But Mrs. Johnston remained silent.
"Ha... Ha... very funny... You'll stay away from that lake! There is something evil in those woods and it isn't a bunch of rabbits."
After lunch, the two couples split up and went their separate ways. Margaret was excited; she couldn't stop thinking about the lake and the woods. She asked her husband if he wanted to check it out when they got home. He told her that they had a lot to do and by the time they got home it would be dark. He told his pretty wife that he would take her to the lake next Saturday. Margaret was disappointed. She didn't want to shop any more. She wanted to go and explore what was behind her home with her husband. All this time she thought there was nothing but forest back there. Not only did she want to see the lake, she also wanted to see the ruins of the old chapel.
Her husband always left for work very early in the morning. Even when she didn't go to Queens with him, she would get up with him at 4 am in the morning and have coffee with him. Just before he walked out of the house her husband turned to her and said,
"Hey you be a good girl and stay out of the woods... I don't want that gang of killer rabbits to hurt you."
"Ha... very funny," Margaret said back to her husband.
After her husband left for work Margaret tried to go back to sleep but she couldn't. She was still thinking about the conversation from the previous day with the older couple from down the road. She couldn't understand why Mrs. Johnston was so scared of the woods. She started laughing thinking about Mrs. Johnston running out of the woods while being chased by a bunch of little rabbits.
Margaret got out of bed around 8 am and did some chores around the house. By 9:30 she was done. She kept looking out of her kitchen window toward the thick forest. The curiosity of what laid on the other side of the woods was killing her. That's when she made up her mind that she was going to check it out for herself. The thought of going into the woods alone excited her. She had never done anything like this before. She thought to herself how she has never done anything on her own. Her entire life she had always been surrounded by people. She thought this would be a great time for her to try something out on her own. She soon felt silly talking to herself about what she should or shouldn't do. She was 25 years old and had never really done anything that excited her this much.
She remembered Mr. Johnston saying that half way between their homes was a path that she could follow into the woods. She threw on an old short dress that she would wear around the house. She figured she would make a day of it. She went into her garage and got an old book bag that she had. She made herself a sandwich and packed a few bottles of water in her bag. Her husband would not be home until around 7pm. She knew she would be back long before he got home so there was no reason to leave a note or anything like that. Plus he never called home while he was working because he was just too busy.
That morning Margaret left her home for the first time in her life not knowing where she was actually going. This also excited her because she had always felt that her entire life has been on a schedule. She'd never gone some place that she didn't know where it was exactly. She grabbed her bag and set forth on her little adventure. Back in Queens, she wouldn't dare go any place alone. But she felt safe and comfortable in her new environment. The plush soft grass of Northern Westchester County replaced the concrete she had walked on all her life.
She walked about a hundred yards past her home until she came upon the path that was leading to the forest. As she walked into the forest, she felt confident. She felt good that she was finally doing something on her own, even though it was just a little hike through a forest. After walking about 200 feet the path slowly started to disappear. But the forest wasn't that dense and she could see clearly. The only sounds she heard were her footsteps crushing small branches. Occasionally she would hear the sounds of small little animal scurrying about.
Margaret walked through the woods. She heard a branch break and it startled her. She quickly turned around and saw a small little kitten. She wasn't sure what to make of it. She started to wonder how the little kitten got into the woods. She put her bag down and started walking toward the kitten. When she stepped on a branch the kitten got spooked and hid under a log.
"Don't be afraid little kitty... I'm not going to hurt you."
Margaret loved cats, but her husband was allergic to them so when she moved she had to give her cat to her cousin. She bent over the log to try and see if she could retrieve the poor little animal, who she was sure was lost and hungry. She was so focused on helping out the kitten that she didn't pay any attention to the sounds of branches breaking behind her.
Out of nowhere she felt a hard tug on her hair and her head was yanked straight up. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw what had grabbed her. It was a big white man with a beard. Immediately she was terrified. She was about to scream, but the man quickly pulled out a switchblade and pressed the cold steal blade against her chin.
"Don't make a fucking sound... you make one sound and Ill kill you and bury your fucking body in these woods."
The man spoke slowly in a low throaty voice. The man's words sent chills through Margaret's bones. It happened so fast. One minute she was trying to rescue a little kitten, and the next minute she had a knife under her throat. She tried to make sense of what was going on. But she couldn't. The only thing that was making sense to her was the blade that was on her chin.
"Who are you and what the fuck are you doing in my woods."?
Margaret didn't know what to do or what to say.
"I'm talking to you lady... who are you and what the fuck are you doing in my fucking woods?" Repeated the strange man.
"I'm... I'm Margaret I... I... I... live over there... I... didn't know these were your woods... please let me go... please don't hurt me," she begged the strange man holding the knife under her throat.
The man started laughing, Margaret was confused and scared she could feel her knees getting weak. Thoughts of this man slicing her throat and burying her body in the woods filled her mind. Then he spoke to her,
"Hi Margaret, my name is Chapel and this is my fucking forest... and I don't like or appreciate cunts like you trespassing on my fucking property."
"Please Mister... I'm sorry... I didn't know this was your property... I'm sorry sir... please let me go!" She said, as the tears began to well up in her eyes.
Chapel was looking over and admiring Margaret's body. Margaret was a well-built woman. She wasn't thin but she definitely wasn't fat. Margaret felt like she was going to pass out. She bent down slightly and placed her hand on the log to keep from falling down, almost forgetting about the knife that was pressed firmly against her neck. When she bent over, Chapel immediately noticed what a nice thick ass she had. Immediately his cock started to get hard.
He placed his free hand just under the hem of her dress against her soft fleshy thighs. Her skin felt soft and her thighs felt warm against his cold hand. He started working his hands up her warm quivering thighs enjoying the feel of her soft skin. Margaret was in such a state of confusion that she didn't even realize that the man was working his hand up under her skirt.
"No... Stop. Please... NO!!... Don't!" She screamed.
"Hey... Shut The Fuck Up!!!... I'm not going to tell you again bitch."
Margaret was shaking. The only man that had ever touched any part of her body was her husband. New thoughts entered Margaret's mind. Thoughts of being raped started to grip her mind. She has never even kissed another man. Even though she was married, sex was never a big part of the relationship that she shared with her husband.
Margaret didn't know what to do she was confused and consumed with fear. Chapel was enjoying the control he had over Margaret. He told her to stand still while he slowly lifted Margaret's dress above her hips.
"Agggghhhhh," he exhaled when he saw Margaret's thick pale white ass cheeks. What he loved most was the black thong that she was wearing. Chapel was in the zone now and there was no turning back for him. Her soft sexy ass cheek was just begging to be fucked in his eyes.
Margaret, on the other hand, was still terrified and started wondering if she would live to see her husband and her family again. She could feel the cool fall air on her ass cheeks. Then she felt a cold clammy hand start to gently stroke her ass cheeks. Margaret knew she had a thick ass. She had tried all kinds of diets and all kinds of exercise to make her hips and ass smaller. But no matter how much weight she lost, her ass and hips remained the same. She could hear Chapels breathing increase as he massaged her ass cheeks. He palmed each ass cheek while he held the knife at her throat.
"Your ass is beautiful Margaret... Its so soft and meaty... Have you ever been fucked in your ass?"
He asked softly as he pressed his finger against the tiny piece of material that separated him from her pussy. He used his middle finger and lightly stroked her pussy mound. He could feel the temperature rising between Margaret's thick white thighs.
"No... No sir... I'm a married woman... Please stop... please let me go... I promise I wont say anything to anyone!"
As Margaret spoke, she could feel Chapels finger slowly stroke her pussy mound. She could feel her pussy starting to get moist. She was embarrassed, and confused.
"How could my pussy be responding to this?" she thought to herself.
Chapel told her not to move. Then he used his left leg to kick her left leg to the side, spreading her legs. Margaret instinctively closed her legs.
"Bitch... I'm not fucking playing with you... spread your fucking legs!"
Chapel kicked her leg over and this time Margaret didn't move. Chapel had full access to her panty-covered pussy. He loved how the material felt against her meaty pussy mound. Margaret stood still while Chapel massaged her pussy. Chapel moaned and breathed heavily while he pressed his finger against her moistened pussy lips. Margaret started to pray silently to herself. She asked God, why was he letting this happen to her? She begged God to make the man go away.
Her prayers were not answered. Her God couldn't see her in the middle of the forest. She knew that her God had abandoned her when she felt a finger slide into her pussy.
"NO!!!!!" she screamed as she felt a finger, which didn't belong to her husband slide deep into her body.
Chapel pushed the blade of the knife against her throat really hard as Margaret started to squirm around trying to get his finger out of her cunt.
"Go ahead Bitch, keep fucking moving!... You're gonna cut your own self!... Go ahead I don't give a fuck if you cut yourself... It would be a shame if you just bled to death right hear. Trust me... I'm not going to call 911... and nobody is going to come to your rescue."
Margaret knew that he was telling the truth. She immediately stopped moving.
"Good... That's a good girl... Just relax... Margaret... Ill only hurt you if you make me mad... Now stop fucking crying."
Margaret started sobbing. She could feel Chapel twisting and turning his finger around in her cunt. His thick finger explored parts of her pussy that no man has ever touched. She felt so violated and helpless. But what really made her sick was what she started feeling deep within her cunt. Margaret had always had trouble getting wet. When she first started having sex with her husband she used to cry out in pain. It wasn't that her husband had a large cock. Her pussy just didn't produce enough fluid. While Chapel rammed his finger in and out of her cunt she realized that her pussy juices were flowing. She was embarrassed and ashamed that her body was responding to a man that was raping her pussy with just his fingers.
Margaret gasped when the strange man found her clit. He placed his finger firmly on her little bud. Her body shuddered and her knees collapsed when she felt a rumble from deep within her pussy. Chapel used his strength and her pussy mound to lift her back up to her feet. It excited him to make his intruders cum. He laughed out load, his voice echoed through the forest, while he gently rubbed her wet clit.
"You like that... huh... I knew I could find your spot."
Margaret tried to catch her breath but she couldn't. Each time he brushed his finger over her clit, her breath just expelled from her body.
"You're a nasty little bitch... your pussy is dripping... your husband must be a pathetic man... Ill bet he never made you cum before."
Chapel loved every minute of this. He humped and twisted his finger deep into her cunt. He paid careful attention to her clit. He noticed that he got the best response from her when he firmly stroked the left side of her clit. Margaret was about to explode and she didn't even know it.
She screamed, her ass and hips swung from side to side as she was hit with a powerful orgasm. She screamed as waves of pure pleasure took over her body as though she was possessed. Chapel continued his assault on her clit.
"Cum Bitch!... Cum you nasty fucking whore... that's it... let it out!"
Chapel loved watching Margaret cum... He was amazed by her reaction to his finger. Her pussy walls collapsed around his finger. Her juices had ran down his finger and started to form a little puddle in his palm. Margaret couldn't take it anymore.
"Stop... please stop!... Don't do this to me... I... I... can't... do this... I'm a married woman... no more... please no more!"
She could barely get the words out of her mouth. She didn't even know what was happening to her body. She could feel her own fluids running down her inner thighs.
"Its my turn baby... lets see if you can suck cock."
Chapel pulled Margaret to her feet by her hair, awakening her up out of her orgasmic trance. He kept the knife to her throat as he spun her around. Chapel was wearing an old Adidas sweat suit. He quickly pulled his pant down with one hand. Margaret thought about making a run for it but was quickly pushed down to her knees.
Chapel sat down on the log with his sweat pants around his ankles. Margaret stared at the strange cock. Margaret had never sucked a cock before. She thought that sucking on a man's cock was disgusting and swore she would never do it. His cock looked different then her husbands. It was shorter then her husbands cock but it was a lot thicker.
Chapel grabbed Margaret by the back of her head and pulled her toward his cock. Immediately Margaret could smell the stench that was coming from between Chapels legs. She looked at Chapels flaccid cock and hairy balls with disgust and hatred. As she stared at the strange smelly cock she thought about her husband. She asked herself, why she didn't she just listen to him? She wished she could have been patient. She wished she was with her husband. She wished this was just a bad dream and she would soon wake up.
"Lets go Margie... I don't have all fucking day... come... get my cock nice and hard baby."
Margaret started crying. Only her husband called her Margie. He would call her by that name when they made love.
"Please mister... I'm begging please don't make me do this... Please. Sir... I've never done that before!" she said, sobbing like a little girl.
"What... you mean to tell me that you don't even suck your husbands cock?"
"No. Sir... we don't do that." She replied.
"Well today is your lucky day, Margie, Not only am I going to teach you how to suck cock, but I'm going to make you an expert cock sucker... Don't worry Margie... you'll learn how to suck cock... or YOU WILL DIE!"
Margaret started crying hysterically. Chapel was starting to get annoyed. He grabbed a clump of her hair and screamed,
"STOP FUCKING CRYING... SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH!!!"
Then he said, "Open your fucking mouth and suck my dick... and you better not even think about biting it. If I feel any fucking teeth on my cock... I'll put this fucking knife through your temple."
Chapel was deadly serious; He felt that he was being nice to Margaret, even though he was about to rape her mouth. He pulled Margaret by the back of the head closer to his cock. Margaret remembered his words. Fearing for her life, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
Chapel took hold of his cock and put the head of his cock in Margaret's mouth. Margaret felt horrible. She felt nauseous when the taste hit her. She felt dirty licking the head of this evil mans cock.
"That's a good girl... Come on suck it Margie... get me nice and hard, baby."
Margaret opened her mouth and Chapel pushed her head into his crotch. He didn't stop until his cock hit that back of her throat. Chapel loved forcing women to suck his cock. He loved the warm wet feeling of a frightened mouth wrapped around his cock. Margaret sobbed to herself when she felt Chapels hairy balls scratch her chin. He was going to show her exactly how he wanted his cock sucked.
He put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her head back and forth on his cock, establishing the rhythm that he wanted. Margaret followed his lead. Margaret felt like a whore. She felt humiliated and disgusted, and she also felt the cock growing in her mouth. Chapel had let go of her head. Margaret stopped immediately.
"I didn't tell you to stop... keep sucking," he moaned to her, as he put the knife under her throat."
Feeling the cold steel blade against her throat, Margaret started moving her head back and forth by herself. Chapel was enjoying this amateur blowjob. He looked down and laughed at Margaret each time his cock slithered into her warm wet mouth.
"That's it Margie... Use your tongue baby... You're doing a good job."
Margaret simply complied with the man that was raping her mouth. She started swirling her tongue around the head of his cock when she pulled back. When he slid his cock into her mouth, she used her tongue on his shaft. Chapel was moaning softly as his breathing started to increase again. He couldn't believe how well she was sucking his cock. He put his hand behind her head and told her to go faster.
Margaret sucked and sucked. Chapel's cock was rock hard. Margaret hated what she was doing. She hated the smell. She hated how his balls felt slapping against her chin. And she hated the sucking sound coming from her mouth. The sound of her own saliva echoing through the forest while she sucked her first cock rang through her ears.
Chapel could feel his balls twitching. He knew if she continued sucking his cock, he would come soon. He pulled Margaret off his cock by the hair.
"Mmmmmmm... that's good Margie... Now suck my balls."
He pulled her back into his cock and pressed her mouth firmly against his sweaty balls. Margaret had no choice. She stuck out her tongue and started licking his hairy cum filled balls. She tried her best to fight back the tears. But she couldn't. She started sobbing while she sucked on Chapels balls. Deep down inside, Margaret wished the man would cum. Hoping and praying that after he came, he would let her go.
Although Chapel loved the way Margaret was licking his nut sack, he wanted more. He could feel her heavy breast pressing against his knee. He pushed Margaret back onto her heels until she was squatting in front of him. Margaret got scared. She thought she had done something wrong. She thought that she might have scrapped his balls with her teeth. He had warned her. She saw the knife heading for her throat. She turned her head and screamed! Her whole life flashed before her eyes in a tenth of a second.
Chapel grabbed her dress around the neckline.
"Hey... shut the fuck up!" he growled at the terrified young woman.
He pulled on her dress with his hand and started slicing the fabric down the middle.
"Yeah baby... lets see those tits." He moaned.
Margaret was relived that she wasn't dead, but the knife slicing away at her clothes only brought on more fear. Slowly, she watched her dress being sliced open. She knew that she had no bra on and she knew this would excite Chapel.
"Oh Shit!... No bra Margie... and here I'm thinking you were a good girl... only sluts and whores leave the house without a bra."
His mouth started watering when he saw her d-sized breast leap out of the top of her dress. Margaret had beautiful breasts. They were magnificent; at least that's what her husband used to say to her. It was the only part of her body that she thought was perfect. Chapel was never big into breasts. His true love, and what he desired the most rested between a woman's legs and not on her chest. But he did stop slicing at her dress for a moment to admire the two soft mounds on her chest.
After he sliced her dress down the middle, his eyes locked in on its target. He could feel his blood rushing to the top of his head as he stared at her panty-covered pussy. Margaret could see what he was looking at. It was like he was entering her pussy with his eyes. Chapel then reached out and tugged on her panties, and brought the knife, ever so close to Margaret's pussy.
"You're not going to be needing these." He said as he brought the knife up to the material.
Margaret cried out to him,
"Please... Don't... I'm begging you... Please don't do this!"
Before Margaret could say another word, Chapel let go of her panties and slapped the shit out of Margaret... POOOOOW!!!!
"Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up... ? You just don't listen, do you?"
The blow rocked Margaret. She had never been hit by anyone in her life. The poor woman had never even been in a fight before, not even when she was a small child. The side of her face stung from the heavy-handed blow. Tears came down her face while she tried to recover from the vicious slap to the face. Chapel quickly yanked on her panties and with one quick swipe cut the material. He took Margaret's thong and brought the triangle part that was covering her pussy mound to his nose. He inhaled deeply trying to fill his nostrils with the scent of her pussy. He loved her aroma. He loved the moisture that was still on her panties. He loved the scent of the liquid he had forced out of her body just a few moments ago.
Margaret looked at Chapel. She saw the look on his face while he inhaled her scent. It was then she thought that this man was truly the devil. She swore she could see fire in his eyes while he held her thong to his nose like a fresh picked flower. Chapel quickly lifted her to her feet and spun her around. He sat her down on the log and squatted down in front of her. He roughly forced her legs open. Margaret was scared; she was scared because she never knew what he was going to do next.
Chapel wanted to get a look at the pussy that he knew he was going to be fucking soon. He placed his hands on her thighs and slowly brought his hands up her body until his fingers reached her pussy. Margaret couldn't pay attention to what Chapel was doing with his hands. Her eyes were focused on the knife that was traveling close to her pussy.
"That's a nice fucking pussy you got their Margie... Mmmmm... did anyone every tell you how pretty it was?"
"N-N-N-Na No!" Margaret stuttered, as the tears rolled down her face.
Chapel spread Margaret's pussy lips, while still holding the knife. He gently spread her pussy lips searching for her clit. He spread her slippery pussy lips as far as they could go. Margaret never took her eyes off the knife. She could feel his warm heavy breath on her clit when he pushed back the hood that protected it.
He immediately placed his finger on the left side of her clit knowing the reaction he would get. Margaret trembled when she felt his finger gliding against the left side of her bud. Chapel started laughing; He knew that he had found her spot once again. Margaret was doing her best to remain detached, but she felt that something building from deep within her body.
"Aggghhh... Aghhhhh... Aggghhh... Nooooo!!" Margaret moaned.
Chapel loved this part. He looked up at her closed eyes. He watched her face while he could feel her body tensing up. Then she exploded.
"Noooo... God... Help me!" she screamed, as she was forced to cum for the second time in her life.
Chapel jammed two fingers deep into her cunt. And again she screamed, bucking wildly and out of control. Chapel had to ease up because he was now worried that she might impale herself on the knife. Her fluids gushed out of her body. She started to fall backwards. Chapel caught her just in time before she fell completely back.
He lunged forward catching her under her thighs with his face just inches away from her leaky pussy. Chapel wrapped his arms around her waist then buried his face into her cunt. He clamped down and drove his tongue deep into Margaret's body.
Margaret was dangling upside down convulsing while she was getting eaten out for the first time in her life. She felt like she was on some kind of demonic, upside-down, merry- go-round. Her head was spinning and her cunt was burning with a fire that she had never felt before. She could feel the evil tongue twisting and churning around in her pussy. Chapel devoured her cunt, sucking and biting hard on Margaret's tender clit. He loved the way she tasted. He loved the fresh smell of her cunt. He loved the syrupy sweet liquid that was flowing upward like a broken little water fountain. He wanted to suck her soul out through her clit. He wanted to punish her clit for entering his forest. He wanted her to remember this encounter.
After he got his fill of cunt juice he let her limp defeated body slide down to the ground. Margaret was exhausted. When she hit the ground she just laid there dazed and confused. It took her a second to regain her focus. She didn't know which way was up. Chapel just stared at her while he licked the remnants of her pussy juice from his lips.
"Hey... hey bitch... this ain't break time... get your lazy ass up here and suck my fucking dick!" He said, laughingly.
He grabbed her by the hair and sat her back on the log again. He could see the defeated look in her eyes. She looked exhausted, which was what he wanted. He didn't want her to have any fight left in her when he fucked her. He loved the power he felt. He loved the fact that he could do with her as he saw fit. No one ever came into his woods. The forest was his kingdom. And before him sat his overwhelmed conquered Queen.
Margaret sat on the old log with her head down. Unable to look at the man who had been torturing her for what seemed like forever.
"How old are you Margie?" he asked in almost a sweet voice, completely changing his tone.
"I'm twenty five," Margaret mumbled with her head down.
"Damn... girl... twenty five! You must have never cum before... I think I just sucked down a good 10 years worth of pussy juice... And let me tell yeah something honey... It was delicious."
Margaret couldn't even respond to him. Deep down, she knew he was telling the truth.
He walked over to her still sitting with her head down. Margaret looked up and saw his limp cock staring at her just inches from her lips. Then she looked up at him. He didn't have to saw a word. She knew what he wanted. She bent forward and took his limp cock into her mouth and started sucking on it like she did before.
Margaret was trying to convince herself that this would soon be over. She knew that the cock, which was in her mouth, would soon be in her pussy. She sucked and licked on Chapels cock knowing that her mouth was preparing the evil weapon. Forced to suck Chapels cock before he raped her, Margaret felt like she was committing suicide. Chapels limp cock was like an empty gun, harmless when soft. Feeling his cock harden in her mouth she knew that her mouth and tongue were supplying the bullets he needed.
He pulled his hard cock out of her mouth and stared at her.
"You ready baby? I'm going to fuck your pussy now honey... Are you ready?" he teased.
"No," she replied sheepishly.
"Come on Margie you know you want me to fuck your nasty little pussy... Think about it baby... after I fuck your pussy I'll let you go home... Alive."
This was the first time Chapel had ever mentioned letting Margaret go home. It gave her hope. It gave her a chance at survival.
"You promise you'll let me go sir? Please sir! I just want to go home to my husband.," she said softly to the stranger that was about to rape her.
"Yeah... you've been a good girl... don't fight it... just shut your mouth and you'll be on your way home real soon."
Chapel reached out his hand and held it there. He wanted her to willingly take his hand. Margaret looked up at him. Could she trust him? Was he going to keep his word? Was he going to fuck and then kill her? Negative thoughts raced through her mind. Her final thought was plain and simple. Chapel was going to fuck her, no matter what. As she reached up and accepted his hand, she knew there was no choice.
Chapel smiled when he saw her hand reach for his. He held her hand and walked her over toward two trees. Chapel stood behind Margaret and held her close to his body. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her soft ass cheeks. He reached up and started massaging her heavy breasts, pulling her upper torso to her to him. He softly pinched her nipples as he whispered in her ear.
"Want me to fuck you Margie?" he whispered.
Margaret didn't say a word. Then he brought one of his hands down her body. His finger slid easily between her wet pussy lips to her clit. He slowly moved is finger between the soft moistened folds of her flesh. He placed his finger on her clit and rubbed it gently. Again he asked,
"Margie... Margie... tell me that you want me to fuck your pussy."
Margaret remained silent. With the same hand he split her pussy lips apart and pulled back the soft delicate flesh exposing her clit from its hood. Chapel moved his finger slightly over to the left side of her clit and pressed firmly. Instantly her body jumped. He held her tightly against his body. He could feel her body tensing up again.
"Agggghh... Aggghh... NO... not again... Pleeeeeeease!!" She moaned.
"Then say it... Say it... I want to hear it... tell me you want my cock"
"I... I... want your cock!" she moaned out, while trying to fight off the bomb that was about to explode between her legs.
Chapel jammed his finger deep into Margaret's cunt.
"Say it like you mean it... you fucking pig... say it like you mean it... if you ever want to see that faggot you call your husband again... Say it or I'll stab you and fuck your dead body while its still warm!"
"NO... please... no... please... don't hurt me!" she cried, then she said what he wanted to hear.
"I... I... I want your cock... please fuck me... fuck me please... please fuck my pussy... Please mister!..."
Tears rolled down her face as she was forced to beg. The words coming out of her mouth were vulgar. Chapel was delighted with her words. He pushed her forward and took her torn dress and flipped it up her back. He took her hands and placed each one against to trees. Margaret braced herself using the two wooden columns. She could feel her ass cheeks being spread apart by her rapist. She was expecting Chapel to ram his cock into her body and fuck her hard and fast.
Chapel was a pro, and he loved pussy. He put his cock at the entrance of her warm gooey cunt, and held it there. He held his cock there for a second while he reflected back on the sequence of events that got him to this point.
"Aggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" he moaned softly as he slowly entered her warm cunt.
Chapel's cock just melted into Margaret's sweet, suburban pussy. His rock hard cock sunk into her flesh like a hot knife sinking into soft butter. Margaret felt every inch of his cock slowly slither into her cunt. When his hairy balls mashed up against her pussy lips, she knew that her life would never be the same. Chapel started fucking her nice and slow. He slowly sliced his cock in and out of Margaret's dripping pussy. With each thrust into her body he moaned softly. Margaret was numb. She just stared into the wilderness while the evil man fucked her from behind.
Chapel grabbed her by her wide hips and held onto her tightly while he grinded his cock deep into her body.
"Oh... God... Your pussy feels so fucking good Margie... you're a good fuck baby!"
Margaret didn't know what was more disgusting, the sound of his voice or the cock that was sliding into her cunt. Margaret started getting angry. She could feel her anger building. Each him his hairy balls slapped against her pussy lips, anger started to fill her veins. Chapel was in his glory. He was enjoying the sweet, tender, moist hole he had found in his forest his cold dark forest.
Margaret grew angrier and angrier while Chapel fucked her. Her thoughts had started to become clearer. She didn't think he was going to let her go after he fucked her. She turned around and saw that Chapel had his eyes closed while he humped her. He looked like he was in pure paradise. Then she looked down at her hips and saw that Chapel wasn't holding the switchblade. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw the knife resting about ten feet away on the log. Chapel had no idea that Margaret was going to try and escape. He still had his eyes closed while Margaret's scrumptious pussy consumed him. He just lost himself somewhere deep in her tender young cunt. Just like the lost kitten that had taken Margaret's focus away earlier, he was now the one that was lost. He had completely lost himself in the folds of her warm delicious pussy
All of a sudden... POOOOOWWWW!!!!... Chapel was on his heels falling backwards. Margaret used all the strength she had left in her raped body. She used the two trees to push her body back into Chapel as hard as she could. Chapel fell backwards, landing hard on his bare ass. He was in total disbelief. Margaret didn't even wait for him to hit the ground She took off running.
"Come back hear you fucking cunt!" Chapel shouted.
Margaret could taste her freedom. Margaret saw light at the end of the tunnel. Margaret could see the path that she had taken when she entered the forest. Margaret saw so many things. She saw everything clearly, except for a thick branch that was under a pile of leaves.