Chapter 2

But this man, this rapist, was different than anything she’d ever seen before. He was rough and abusive, hard and calloused. He knew what he wanted and was going to get it. Debate and compromise were foreign terms for him – he was direct, demanding, and no-nonsense. And Karen couldn’t quite figure out how to work with him except to give in to his demands no matter how she felt about the matter.

On top of it all, he had an ace in the hole ... her daughter. Karen already learned what he was capable of if he was crossed and she didn’t want her young daughter, her virginal daughter, to learn the hard way that not all men were nice and kind-hearted.

Raping her was one thing – she was old enough to after a while, get over it. But her daughter – she didn’t want Kimmy’s first experience with sex to be rape. It would scar her for life and Karen couldn’t bear that thought. So she would do what this man wanted ... to save her daughter.

Karen got up on the bed and got into the position he wanted – her head and chest flat on the mattress, her ass high in the air, her back arched, and her knees spread wide. She felt so open, so vulnerable, but that’s what he wanted – for her to feel helpless and exposed, flaunting her sex at him, just waiting for him to take her, to use her, for his pleasure.

He got into bed behind her and moved up close between her legs. “Tell me, Karen, it’s been a long time since you last felt the hardness of a man’s cock inside you, hasn’t it? Was your ex-husband the last one to enjoy your comforts, my dear? Or have there been others since?” he asked.

“N-no ... he was the last,” she breathed as his hand moved over her upturned ass. It felt good to have his hand caressing her, she couldn’t deny that. As repulsive as the situation was, his soft gentle touch was quite pleasant and she found her ass moving higher to get more attention from him.

“That’s what I thought. You show all the traits of a woman in need of a man’s satisfaction. Well, my pretty, I am here now and I will see to it you don’t go so long without that satisfaction again. I will be coming by often to see to it that this pussy gets regular exercise. A lovely woman like yourself should never need for male companionship,” he said gently.

This man confused Karen – on the one hand, he was a rapist, an animal who had beaten her and threatened both her life and her daughter’s virginity. He had broken into their house with the express purpose of forcing them to have sex against their will.

And yet, his words, his tone of voice, spoke of a gentler soul – one who, under other circumstances, might be someone she could enjoy being around. He seemed to know her needs as well as she did and had promised to address those needs too. How could one man be both rapist and lover at the same time?

His hand moved from her ass down the backs of her striped thighs, caressing them as well before moving back up the insides. Karen sucked in a breath as his hand brushed over her fur patch and he smiled to himself. He moved his hand down her other thigh and Karen relaxed a bit.

But when his hand returned to her crotch she again inhaled a cautious breath. This time, though, his hand didn’t leave right away. Instead, he traced a finger down the slit of her pussy lips very lightly, almost teasingly, as she let out a soft moan and pushed back a bit. He withdrew his finger from her and she lay there, her heart pounding her breath in tiny pants, waiting for what was next and not knowing what that might be.

He sucked his finger, getting it wet with his saliva, then he went back to gently stroking her pussy lips. Karen could feel the wetness of his finger and she instantly produced a dampness of her own. Her moan now was more audible – despite this being a forced situation, Karen’s body was turning on her.

When his finger moved up her slit to her clit and he rubbed the sensitive button a bit, Karen dropped her chest down further, thrusting her ass higher and gasping as she tried to get him to rub her clit harder. This was just what he wanted and he gave the obedient nub more attention. Karen’s hips began humping his hand slightly relishing this manipulation, and he saw her hand wadding the sheet up in its grasp.

Karen was just starting to enjoy his hand working her long-neglected pussy when he pulled it away. With a whimper of protest, she turned to look at him wondering why he stopped. But when he moved his hips closer to her ass, she knew why.

“Now it’s time to party!” he said, gleefully.

“AAAUUUUGGGH!” she screamed again, her voice telling of her anguish and pain, as he forced his cock head into her cunt. There was no gentleness now, no softness in his savage thrusting. He hadn’t allowed her even time to get wet so there was no lubrication either. He simply forced himself all the way into her, his hips slamming painfully into her tenderized ass.

Raped, she thought through the haze of pain, he’s raping me ... brutally, mercilessly. Beaten then raped, she felt like his cock was splitting her in two as he took hard vicious stabs into her. Her pussy, abandoned for so long, was not used to being stretched and invaded like this and his grinding into her was painful at first. But then he found the moisture he needed deep down at the bottom of her well and once it spread itself around, a defensive mechanism, she was slicker and things moved easier.

“Damn, bitch, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were a virgin, your pussy is so tight! I love opening up a new pussy like this!” he said as he thrust hard and deep into her.

“Uhng! Uhng! Uhng,” she grunted in time to his brutal thrusts as her rapist fucked her with every full stroke of his cock. The pain was almost unbearable as he slammed hard into her beaten and abused ass at the end of each thrust.

“How do you like my fucking you, bitch? Having fun yet? Like the way my cock feels in that tight hot pussy? You want more of it? Because there’s going to be lots more of it, believe me. You’re going to do this for me, for a long time to come, aren’t you, you little cockslut?”

Karen couldn’t answer him because she was too busy sobbing, moaning, whimpering, or babbling futile pleas for mercy. Mentally, she was thinking Oh, God please no, but even as she thought it, she knew it was pointless. She knew, if he ever finished raping and abusing her battered agonized body, he would then take his turn with Kimmy.

Raping her innocent, young daughter, slowly and deliberately. Raping her and viciously defiling her daughter’s tender, nubile body, making her watch as poor Kimmy’s virginity was callously stripped from her. He would rape her right in front of Karen as she watched, all the while telling her what his plans held for their future.

Karen’s bedroom had mirrored sliding closet doors along one wall and he had positioned her to take advantage of them. Now he grabbed a handful of her blonde tresses, hauling her face up so she could see him as he went on taking her, smiling as he thrust hard into her again and again, seeing her own face as she endured the abuse.

With his other hand, he reached under her to one of her pendulous tits, grabbing her hard, erect nipple and pinching it as hard as he could. He wanted her to scream. He wanted to hear her cry out in pain and suffering. It was the reason he did this. To hear them scream.

Between her screams, he told her what he was going to do to her, How he was going to rape her over and over again, ravishing her tight writhing body, forcing himself deep into her almost virgin-tight spasming pussy. He told her that her whippings and beating would continue as well, how her song of suffering was like music to him and how good she looked covered in his stripes.

As he continued to take her, pounding her painfully abused ass with his hips as he slammed into her, sinking his hard thick cock deep into her unaccustomed vagina, mauling her tits and pinching and tugging her nipples, he told her what pleasure he would enjoy in torturing her.

Then he raised the stakes even higher. He began telling Karen what joy he would have hearing Kimmy scream as she was doing now. “That’s right my sweet. That tender young morsel in the next room will enjoy all that you are experiencing now.

“I will have her pussy, her mouth, and yes even her ass soon enough. I will see how she looks in my stripes and how loudly she screams when I lay them on her smooth, tender flesh! Yes, it will be quite the game – seeing which of you screams the loudest and pleads the hardest!

“NO!” she screamed despairingly, “Oh God please no! Please God please, not her!” Karen started thrashing about wildly, her determination to get free and get away renewed and strengthened. But it was no use – her assailant was far too strong for her and he maintained his position on top and behind her.

Laughing evilly at her panic, he told her, slowly and in great detail, the things she had to look forward to. Of lips and tongue and throat. Of licking and sucking and swallowing. “Doesn’t that sound like fun?” he said.

“No ... please Sir, I beg of you ... please don’t...” Karen sobbed.

“Oh but my sweet, that is only the beginning ... the foreplay if you will. The real fun starts later!” Then he talked of wrists and ankles bound, of being tied spread-eagled, and of straining thighs and whipping – lots and lots of whipping. Whipping tits, whipping ass, and whipping pussies.

He talked of nipples pinched and pulled to the point of nearly being torn off. He talked about a wide assortment of tortures, all designed to bring pain and agony to both girls. Things that just thinking on them would terrorize them.

“Doesn’t that sound like fun, pretty?”

“Please Sir, please, I’ll do anything ... anything you ask, I swear it...”

“That’s right, my dear,” he said. “Anything. From now on. Anything at all. Any time. Any place. Any way. Anything. Isn’t that right, pretty?”

“Yes!” she sobbed, “Yes Sir yes!”

“And if not,” he said, “I will take your little girl. I have contacts that would pay a good price for a tender, young teenage girl. And she doesn’t even have to be a virgin. With her looks, I can get a very tidy sum. And you will never see her again. Never know what became of her.

“But I can assure you it won’t be a ‘princess’ life. She will be used. Her mouth, her ass, her pussy. She will be whipped far worse than you got from me, I assure you. And it will go on for as long as they want it to. Until she either learns to obey or...”

“No stop, please! I will, Sir,” she said, sobbing as he continued to pound her pain-filled body. Twisting, squirming, writhing, bucking. “I will do what you wish, Sir.”

“Beg me,” he said, smiling. “beg me for your daughter’s sake.”

“Please, Sir, please let me show you I can be good for you,” she said. “Please Sir, I want to be whatever you wish, please tell me what you want.”

“I told you what I want, Karen,” he said flatly and without emotion. “I want you. All of you. And I’ll take that little girl in the other room as a bonus prize too!”

“You filthy son of a bitch,” Karen said under her breath. But she wasn’t quiet enough – he heard her.

“I’ve been called that and a lot worse, pretty. But they still screamed for me,” he said.

Karen just hung her head, defeated. She saw no way out of this.

“I’m going to have a lot of fun with you, my dear. And if you cooperate and follow directions, you might even find it fun as well.”

“You can have what you want from me, I don’t care,” Karen said. “But leave my daughter alone. She is too young for this and she won’t be able to handle it.”

“Maybe I will just go get her and we will see for ourselves if she can handle it,” he said as he got up and went to the door.

Karen sat still and said nothing.

He put his hand on the doorknob, turning it.

Karen remained there on the bed and not speaking. This had become a contest now to see who would back down first.

He pulled the door open and was about to step out of the room when Karen broke.

“Wait a minute,” she said. “Look, if I do what you want, will you promise to leave Kimmy alone and not involve her in this?”

“No promises, Karen,” he said. “You’re not in a position to make any kind of deal. You just be a good girl and do what I tell you, understand?”