Chapter 3

As his head came forward to kiss her, she moved hers to the side, so he kissed and licked her neck instead, something somehow even more intimate than a kiss would have been. His hands clamoured for her breasts, cupping them appraisingly; he lifted them, feeling the weight and firmness. He rolled his thumbs over her nipples, then pinched them between his forefinger and thumb, twisting and pulling on the hardening nubs. Lisa gasped at the pain and tried to pull away, exciting the man even more.

Fear and revulsion washed over Lisa as his hands aggressively pawed at her breasts. She knew worse was to come. His face moved lower until he was sucking on her. At the same time, Lisa felt her panties rip as he pulled them from her body. Fingers forcefully pushed into her pussy. Despite the abject repulsion Lisa felt for this man, and what was happening, her body had responded to the physical stimuli. She was already wet, and that brought a new and deeper sense of shame to her.

“You’re wet, maybe this will be even more enjoyable than I dream it will be.”

“Enjoyable for you, not for me.”

“As you wish, Mrs King, but it is my pleasure that is the main thing in our arrangement, and you will see to that, won’t you.”

The toll of guilt, shame, and humiliation had already been extracted from Lisa’s soul. There’s no turning back now. I’m going to get fucked, so I might as well get it over with as quickly as possible. Give the man his enjoyment while enduring the least amount of humiliation. She reached for his groin, groping for the zip, she pulled it down, and dug inside to free his stiff cock.

Thank God it’s not huge, Lisa thought as she pulled and stoked the throbbing cock. The man roughly worked two, then three fingers into her pussy, moving them in and out rapidly, while his tongue licked at her nipples, alternating from one to the other.

Lisa stumbled backwards, her feet trying to catch up to her body, but the man was pushing her. Air rushed from her body as it hit the wall. The man undid his belt and let his jeans drop to the floor before stepping out of them, then he tore his T-shirt off and pressed himself against the warm, soft flesh in front of him. Resigned anew to her hopeless, powerless condition, Lisa let her muscles go slack. Bringing to mind the urban saying of ‘If rape is inevitable then accept it.’ But this wasn’t rape, was it? She’d agreed to what was happening.

He kicked Lisa’s legs wide and pressed forward, getting between her trembling thighs. She felt him position himself at her entrance, then thrust into her. Her pussy expanded to accept every inch of his cock as it invaded and despoiled her body. It was like a red-hot dagger searing into her flesh, destroying a thing of beauty.

Then he began to move, a hard, fast, and violent in-and-out motion, pulling out as far as he dared before slamming completely back inside her. Every tormenting, breath-punching thrust lifted Lisa’s feet off the floor.