Peter Jensen - Kidnapped bride

The touch of her warm sensual body, denied him for so long, sent spasms of desire surging like hot swords through the young insurance salesman's hard-muscled frame. He felt he could never get enough of her full lush breasts, and his gaze shifted avidly from one to the other, while his tortured young wife sobbed beneath him, pleading for him to stop. But he was completely deaf to her cries as his sex-denied body crushed down on her petite frame, pinioning her to the wide double bed while his lips pulled greedily on her pliant golden flesh.

Wave after wave of unbearable shame swept through Susan's trapped body as the full force of her childhood fears took hold of her! Rapid images of Miss Whitfield and the bogey-men her vivid imagination had conjured up for her flashed through her mind and made every part of her smooth white body cringe in terror and humiliation. She pleaded for Tim to stop then, seeing it was no use, she clenched her hands to her sides as her lust-driven husband held her firmly in place and sucked drunkenly at her glistening breasts. Ripples of searing pain, curiously mixed with a strange tingling sensation she could not identify, coursed through her chest. Knowing there was no escape, she gritted her teeth and waited tensely until her drunken spouse had had his way with her.

Tim was shaking now with pent-up desire, and he was taking an almost sadistic pleasure in the torment he was inflicting on his terrified young bride. His lewdly working lips slid in one flowing motion from her heaving breasts down to the pale skin of her abdomen. He ran his tongue snake-like along the velvety softness of her flesh until his hotly questing mouth reached the material of her dress where the buttons had ended. He pulled away from her, his eyes glazed with a demonic mixture of lust and drunken revenge.

"I want to see you naked," he growled thickly.

"No, please, Tim, please!" his cowering young wife groaned.

But he was not to be stopped. With a snarl of impatience, he reached out and twisted her body around, at the same time yanking the thin summer dress from her arms and pulling it roughly off her body until it slid free of her lithe tapered legs. Susan sobbed in futile resistance, her entire being quaking now with ice-cold twinges of fear and shame. She lay helpless on the bed, protected only by the flower-print panties she wore, while Tim eyed her hungrily. Never taking his eyes from her appetizing form, he slowly began to remove his own clothes, first unbuttoning his starched white short-sleeved shirt so that his strong tight-muscled chest and shoulders were completely naked. Then, tossing the shirt aside, he began to unbuckle his belt and unzip the snug slacks while his wife watched, her eyes widened in alarm. Finally, he stepped out of his pants, and stood before her dressed only in the white cotton shorts that bulged obscenely from the formidable stiffness of his hardened cock jutting out like the mast of a ship perpendicular to his loins.

The look of fear on his weeping young bride's face only increased his passion. He was going to take her by force no matter how she protested or pleaded for mercy! The mere thought of at last satisfying his long-suppressed sexual needs caused his desire-thickened penis to jerk frantically against the thin material of his shorts. With a lewd grin at Susan, he began to pull down his shorts so that the full potency of his eagerly lurching cock and cum-swollen balls was presented naked to her frightened gaze. The sight of his hard lusting staff lurching out so menacingly in full erection made his wife gasp in alarm, and she instinctively shut her eyes to banish the terrifying sight from her view.

Seeing her respond with loathing to the exposure of his virilely pulsing hardness made Tim even angrier than before. Leaning across her prostrate form, he reached down and grasped the tight crotch band of her flowered panties, and with one cloth-shearing tear he yanked the fragile garment down so that the fearfully trembling mound of her pubic triangle was revealed defenselessly before him. The sparse cuntal hair shone a tempting golden-brown and the sight of his wife's creamy nakedness sparked uncontrollable flames of lust in Tim's hotly burning body. With a few vicious jerks he pulled the nylon panties down her sleekly contoured legs while Susan moaned in agony from the sting of the tight elastic scraping against her smooth flesh. Finally, she was completely naked.

"Oh God," she moaned, trying to cover herself with her hands, "Oh God, help me!"

"Shut up, bitch!" Tim snapped drunkenly, tossing the torn panties aside. "Stop whining! I want a woman for a change, a real woman!"

The roused husband grasped his wife's tightly clamped legs and forced them roughly apart so that the moist pink flesh of her vaginal slit was revealed to his drunken gaze. With a snarl of animal passion, he lowered himself onto the bed between her splayed limbs and, spreading the soft cushions of her vaginal lips apart with his thumbs, he obscenely buried his face in her defenseless pussy. Abruptly he flicked out his tongue and ran it wetly up and down the length of her warm perfumed pussy furrow.

The shock of this sudden action made Susan jerk back involuntarily in humiliation. It was unthinkable to her that he could inflict such a thing upon her, and she tried desperately to squeeze her legs together to prevent her passion-crazed husband from exploring her private regions so crudely. But she was powerless against the onslaught of his alcohol-quickened desire.

Roughly he flicked his tongue up and down her blushing red slit, each wet assault sending fresh stabs of shame and anxiety throughout Susan's tortured young body. His eagerly questing mouth soon found the fleshy little bud of her clitoris, and with salacious relish he began to suck and bite on that tender nub, trying to make it harden, hoping to rouse his frigid wife into a state of wild throbbing desire that would match his own. The little phallus-like button involuntarily grew hard from his insistent oral probes, yet Susan experienced only a deeper feeling of debasement. She could not and would not submit to his animalistic attack! It was too humiliating! She began to resist his attempted rape with more determination, and suddenly her hands reached down to clutch fiercely at his sandy-colored hair. She pulled at his locks angrily, wanting to hurt him for his attempted subjugation of her.

Tim howled in pain and pulled away from her, his fury mounting with volcanic force.

"Damn you," he shouted wildly, "Goddamn you, you ice-cold bitch!"

His mind seethed with uncontrollable anger now, and the last traces of tender human sentiment fled his mind. If she was going to pull tricks like that, treat him like a dog, then he'd show her he had a few tricks of his own! His massively pulsating cock jerked in excited need for release, and, with an evil gleam in his eye, the outraged young husband suddenly got a hard grip on his wife's hips. Almost before she knew what he was doing, he had roughly forced her to turn over on her stomach. Then he slipped his forearm under her belly and pulled her loins upward so that his uncomprehending young wife had to prop herself up on her elbows.

Treat me like a dog, huh? Tim thought darkly as he gripped the throbbing thickness of his frantically lurching cock. Well, baby, two can play at that game. If I'm a dog, then I'll fuck like one, then maybe you'll respond like a bitch in heat for a change!

His eyes glazed with anger, Tim grabbed the trembling globes of her buttocks harshly, his fingernails digging into the resilient white flesh, sending stabs of pain through his wife's naked young body.

"Aaaaarrrrgggghhh!!" she screamed, shuddering in agony from head to foot. "It hurts."

"That's nothing, baby, believe me, that's nothing," he snarled down at her.

His mind whirling with rage, he began to trace his middle finger down the crack between her ass-cheeks and over the tight brown hole of her anus until it found the firmly clenched entrance to her vagina.