Chapter 39

It was another one of those aftermaths where she could barely walk. God, it's a good thing she and I don't fuck often, Laura thought as she walked painfully down the hall toward her apartment. It's like being raped by a hundred marines. I hope she feels this way too.

But once inside, she couldn't help leaning back against the door and smiling as she remembered how they had gone at each other. As usual, they were insatiable, brutal, demanding. And caring, tender, skillful, loving. Their relationship was unique. I could never live without her, Laura realized.

She was half-undressed and getting ready to take a bath when the doorbell rang. Who could that be? she wondered. I hope it isn't Chanitra. She takes it so hard when I turn her away.

She went to the door and opened it a crack, expecting maybe Yvette. "Yes?"

"Your name Laura?"

"Yes."

Boom. The man was inside her apartment before she even knew what was happening, slamming and bolting the door behind him while Laura picked herself up, stunned, from the floor.

The edge of the door had hit her cheekbone, and she rubbed it with her fingers, still trying to realize what had happened. The man was black, tall and rangy, pretty handsome, though his eyes burned with red hatred at her. Oh god, she thought.

"You the Laura who's been fucking my wife?" he snarled at her.

Oh god! "I..." she began, not knowing what to say.

Then she realized that she was only half-dressed. She wore only her bra, a peach-hued lacy little thing that dipped low, exposing the tops of her exquisite breasts, a bra that Karen had loved and loved to remove. And though she still had on her skirt, it was half-unzipped.

His eyes widened as he looked at her body.

"I can say this, she's got good taste, at least," he said in a hostile whisper. "Can't be many lesbians that look as good as you do."

"Are you... Arthur?" Laura asked in a small voice.

Arthur smiled. "How many men's wives you be fucking, Laura?" he said with cutting sarcasm.

Now he started toward her. Laura backed up. His eyes were on her bra.

"Do you know what I would do to a man if I found out he was fucking my wife?" he said, eyes flashing like razors.

Laura shook her head. She was really scared now.

"I'd kill him," Arthur smiled. "I'd cut off his cock first, then I'd kill him. Slow."

Laura shook her head, paralyzed with fear. "Don't kill me, please," she murmured, almost unable to speak.

Arthur smiled viciously. He had Laura backed into a corner. He reached out one hand, grabbed her bra where the cups joined, and literally ripped it off her body. The fabric tore and crumpled in his fist. Laura's perfect breasts were naked. Her nipples still hurt from Karen's teeth and lips, but Yvette's husband's eyes on them made them pulse with perverse excitement.

She tried to cover herself with her arms, but he yanked them away, twisting her wrists. He was very strong.

"You don't want to be covering those up, Laura," he said. "They're too beautiful to cover up."

He dropped one of her wrists and cupped her left breast in his hand, squeezing it roughly, then pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger so hard that tears came to her eyes.

"Ohhnn! You're hurting me!" she gasped.

"Hurts? I think you been fucking with girls too long, Laura. I'll show you what hurts."

He dropped his mouth to the same breast and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. In spite of the violence and the soreness of her nipple, Laura nearly came unglued. He sucked it so hard that he didn't even need to bite it.

"Annngghhh! Oh!" she yelped, wincing with pain.

Arthur pushed his angry face right up into hers. "That's just a hint of what you're gonna get, honey," he hissed. "Where's the bedroom?" He yanked her roughly down the small hallway to her bedroom. "Here?" He pulled her inside. "This where you fucked Yvette? She has a beautiful body, doesn't she?" Again he pushed his face up against Laura's, snarling. "Did you fuck her right there? On that bed? Did you eat her pussy? Did you squeeze her titties? Like this?"

Again his fingers twisted and pinched Laura's nipples until tears spilled down her cheeks. She was about ready to scream. He sensed it, because he pushed her down on her bed and put one rough hand over her mouth.

"Don't get the idea that you can scream for help, Laura," he growled under his breath.

With great, swift dexterity, he pulled his pocket handkerchief out and stuffed the wad in her mouth. Then, quickly, he took the pillow case from one of her pillows, wound it tight, and tied the gag in place with it.

Now Laura really was terrified. She knew he could rape her and kill and, and no one would know for days. She couldn't scream. And as if things weren't desperate enough already, he suddenly yanked her wrists behind her back and she felt handcuffs snap into place, locking them.

Oh god! She began whimpering, her desperate cries muffled by the wad of cloth in her mouth.

Now that she was partially immobilized and gagged, Arthur was more relaxed. He smiled maliciously at her, unknotting his tie.

"No need to struggle, Laura," he sneered. "I'm not going to kill you. You're too beautiful. I'm not one of those kind of guys who gets off by screwing a corpse. No, not me. I like them alive. And kicking."

He slowly drew the zipper of her skirt all the way down. Laura was quivering with fear by this time, and didn't know whether to kick at him or not. It might make things worse. She shut her eyes as he pulled her skirt down her legs. He ran his hands all over them.

"And I thought Yvette had beautiful legs," he said softly. "Wow, you're something else, Laura. It's going to be a pleasure to punish you."

Next, with exquisite slowness just to torture her, he drew her panties over her uptilted buns, then skimmed them down her legs and off. He ran his hands all over her naked ass, digging his fingers into the resilient cheeks.

"Laura, some black women don't have asses as good as this," he said admiringly, before slipping his finger into her crack.

Laura jumped and whinnied softly, her eyes blazing with fear. The tip of his finger easily found her asshole.

"Ever been fucked here, Laura?" he asked, pulled her cheeks apart.

Arthur's eyes widened with sarcasm. Laura knew her asshole had to be inflamed from the way Karen had raped her only a few hours ago, and from the way it burned.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Laura," he chuckled sarcastically. "Look like you already been getting reamed, not too long ago either."

He slid his forefinger deep into her ass, fucking her suddenly very hard with it, five or six penetrating times.

"Nggeee! Mmnnggeee! Mnnggeee!" she wailed into the gag, her whole ass on fire with pain.

"You lesbians like ass-fucking, do you? You know, I can't get Yvette to do that. She hates it. But you seem to like it, don't you, Laura. Look how red your little hole is. Gonna be a lot redder when I get through with it."

He started undressing, and she looked back over her shoulder as he stripped off his pants. He had a huge cock, already swelling and rising, throbbing, menacing. But she couldn't deny how thrilling it was too. She was frightened, but she was also wildly excited, as only sex pushed to the furthest extremes could excite her.