Chapter 11: Fucked

Amy felt a prick in the back of her neck. She collapsed in the arms of the someone behind her. When she woke, she was naked lying on a wooden floor with metal cuffs restraining her hands and feet. Amy had no idea how long she had been lying there, only that she was stiff, hungry and thirsty. She screamed and screamed and screamed until her throat was so hoarse that all she could was whisper. No one came.

Her mind finally cleared. She rolled over and began to study the room. It seemed like an empty bedroom in a house that had been recently vacated. She struggled to her feet. She hopped around the room examining the walls, two boarded up windows and a closed door. She backed up to it and tried the handle. Locked. “What a surprise,” she thought bitterly. Then, she hopped back and hurled her body against the door. She bounced back falling back on the floor.

She struggle to rise and hurled herself again against the door. This time she maintained her balance. Three more tries and the door gave way landing Amy face down in a hallway.

She rolled off the shattered door and hopped around the obviously abandoned home. To her surprise, she found a battered sofa and a tv on a crate in the living room. She found a boarded up back door in what was once the kitchen. The front door was far more solid than the flimsy door that she had broken.

She tried the handle. Locked! She hopped back to the living room and sat on the sofa pondering her next step.

She was still lost in thought when she heard a key rattling in the front door. She jumped up and hunkered down behind the sofa hoping to make a break for it when the door opened.

It was a very angry looking Alexander. His right ear was heavily bandaged. He was carrying a bag of groceries a new laptop and a gun. He didn’t notice anything amiss. He turned and relocked the front door. Amy’s heart sank.

He sat on the sofa and placed the laptop and gun on the sofa next to him. He put the groceries on the floor in front of him and drew out a can of beer, which he opened. Something must have caught his eye because he grabbed the gun and started down the hallway.

“Amy!”, he screamed. “I know you are still here. Where are you?”

Amy froze behind the sofa. Within seconds Alexander was on her screaming and kicking her. “You bitch. You fucking bitch. You’ve ruined everything.” He pushed her face down on the floor as the blows continued to rain down on her. “You’re going to get what you deserve now”

She heard his zipper, then felt him trying to force her anal passage. She screamed and struggled up when a kidney punch took the fight out of her. Alexander was still having trouble entering her. She clamped down on her sphincter. She was determined not to let him in.

Alexander pushed down his pants to get better leverage, but Amy was still resisting despite the kidney punch. He finally entered her eliciting a piercing scream. He plowed back and forth in a rage not caring if he damaged her.

He pulled out and rolled her over. He wanted to see her agony face to face. Her bound legs were an obstacle. So, he released her leg cuffs and threw the keys aside. With her legs now spread, Alexander resumed his assault. After he spilled his seed in her ass, he lay on her exhausted, his pants now around his ankles.

Amy had recovered from the kidney punch by the time Alexander got off her. He rose and pulled up Amy by the hair. They were facing each other barely inches apart. He snarled at her.

Amy realized he legs were now free. She brought a knee up between Alexander’s legs with all the force she could muster. Alexander’s eyes bulged. She kneed him again. He fell to the floor grasping his testicles. Amy stomped the bandages side of his head with her bare foot ripping off the bandages and stitches holding his ear together. She stomped again driving his head into the floor. He seemed unconscious, but Amy stomped on his head once more to make sure.

She dropped to the floor and retrieved Alexander’s keys. She felt each key looking for the smallest, which she hoped would free her wrists from behind her back.