Robert Vickers: Tied up sister

"No," she cried, her voice a small, trapped animal sound.

"I wouldn't either. I'm just horny. I want some ass and you got the nicest one I seen in a long time."

She felt his hands moving over the smooth curve of her buttocks. His hand paused for a moment, then the fingers dug deep into the canyon between her ass checks. He thrust a finger up her asshole.

"Hot, God it's hot up there! And tight. Just like your cunt."

He jerked his hips around and drove his prick into her cunt all the way. She cried out involuntarily at the sudden thrust up her ungreased cunt. The love juices just weren't flowing. Those came when she was hot, when she was willing to screw.

It wasn't for a rapist.

"Hmmm, you're a tight one. No virgin, but what the hell? I can't have everything, can I?"

"You son of a bitch!"

"That's more like it! Show some spirit while I fuck you!"

She bit don on her lower lip. He liked hearing her say things like that. She didn't want to goad him on. The woman just wanted it over and done with as fast as possible.

"I know what you're thinking, sweetie. You think you'll keep clammed up and I'll fuck you and then split. Not that simple. I'm gonna get my rocks off, no matter how much you cooperate or don't."

She felt his body tense again as he ground his crotch into hers. It straightened her legs and brought her up on tiptoe. He was impaling her with a hard spike of cock. Now he was lifting her off the ground. She could even feel his balls wetly slapping against her ass.

"Yeah, that's a good girl. Keep that cunt all tensed up. I love the feel of it surrounding my prick. My old buddy there gets hard up and I don't know how else to help him. So every now and then I find him some nice warm pussy. Like yours."

He suddenly pulled her down to the floor, his cock never leaving her quim. She tried to roll, to turn away. He controlled her easily by gripping her nightgown. The nylon material wrapped itself like a rope around her arms while exposing her tits and cunt to his lustful abuses.

He began a slow rocking motion. She felt his prick sliding back and forth in her cunt. At first, there was nothing but friction. Dry skin rubbed raw against her pussy walls. Then she began to get just a little turned on. Not that she enjoyed it but her body was responding to an ages old rhythm.

His fucking caused her pussy to drool just enough love juice to lubricate her walls. The sliding action of his cock inside her began mare hurried.

He seemed to sense her yielding.

"Why are you doing this?" she pleaded, hoping to take his mind off the rape. If he didn't notice the way her body was betraying her, maybe he would leave.

He noticed instantly.

"Well, sweetie, that little box of yours is gettin' to be right thoughtful of my cock. I actually feel a little maiden juice coming out of your snatch, don't I?"

He began fucking her with long, deep strokes. She warmed to it. Her body shivered again, partly from the cold, partly from the warmth spreading throughout her loins. The white hot poker of his prick was stroking her desires. It was perverted for her to start enjoying a rape. She just couldn't help it.

"With you so thoughtful, lemme return the favor," he said.

Then his mouth was busy at her tits again. She felt his mouth suck up her nipple and pull it hard into his mouth. The blood rushed to the end of her boob. Throbbing with life, she had to gasp.

His tongue danced around her jug until she wasn't able to remember who she was, where she was, what was happening. All she knew was the pleasure of that mouth all over her knocker and the hard prong of a cock thrust all the way up her cunt.

Those were her universe, those were her enjoyment.

His tongue spiraled down the slope of one snowy tit. The silken skin seemed to flow out from under his rough, wet tongue. When he reached the base of one of her boobs, he licked and lapped the entire length of the deep crevice between her tits. When she was sobbing from enjoyment, he started up the other tit.

He repeated his oral tactics. His tongue searched out every single square inch of her tit flesh. He lightly nipped at her skin until angry red blotches marred the perfection of her huge tits. Then he sucked in the tip of her boob until she was gasping again.

When he pressed his tongue don hard into her nipple, he mashed it into the soft marshmallowy flesh underneath. She could feel her heart beating wildly at the oral attention.

He wasn't content with this. She felt the hot gusts of his breath as he worked his way up to her throat. His tongue pressed firmly down and then traced back along the line of her jaw.

At the hollow under her ear, he licked avidly. His hands stroked over her flanks, sought out her flaring ass and gripped it, pulling her body even closer to his.

All the time this was happening, she felt his prick slowly rocking back and forth in its tight berth of her cunt.

He took the earlobe between his teeth and bit down. She struggled as she heard his voice hotly in her ear. "Keep calm, sweetie, and we'll both get our rocks off."

His tongue then lanced out cock-hard and engaged in a mock fucking of her ear. She found she didn't want him to go away. She wanted him to bring her to the brink of human pleasure, then shove her over using his cock. The woman had actually surrendered to her body's demands to be fucked.

"Go on, please, ooooh, get it over with!"

"Soon, sweetie, soon. As soon as I want it over!"

His mouth worked back down her face scooping up any of the dried tears. She felt his rough tongue finally leave and go back toward her tits. She wanted to cry or scream or fight. Her body wanted to be balled.

As soon as he shoved his hands all the way under her ass and lifted, there was no turning back for her. He lifted her body into an arch on the floor. She couldn't get her arms freed from her nightie and now only her head, shoulders and feet touched the ground. There was no escaping the hard plunging battering ram of his cock.

He was fucking her faster now. Gone was the methodical techniques he'd used to get her wet. Now he was raping her.

She rocked her body from side to side but this only made it worse. His prick drilled into her manhole and actually stimulated her. The way his fingers parted her ass cheeks made her certain he'd rip her apart. But it didn't matter.

All that mattered to her now was the hard, long pole of rigid cock vanishing far up her cunt.

"Stop it!" she cried. "Why are you doing this to me? Ohhhh!"

"Hey, sweetie likes my cock, doesn't she? Admit it, damn you, you lousy cunt! Admit you like my prick inside your slimy hole!"

"Yes, oh, yessss!"

"That's what I thought. All you bitches are the same. Do anything for a real man's prick."

She wanted to scream but, didn't dare. And somehow, the feel of his cock deep inside her made the terror into something different. She was still scared, there could be no doubt of that. But now she wanted him to fuck her as much as she wanted him to go and leave her alone.

The cravings of her body and the workings of her mind collided. She was so confused! Finally, her body won the struggle. She'd let him ball her and enjoy it if she could. He really hadn't hurt her. She didn't really think he would harm her if she went along with his crude lovemaking.

She was right.

He panted as he pumped hard into her body. The divine slit of her crotch was neatly speared by his prick. He shoved his prong hard into her cunt, opening the delicate pussy lips and watching his length vanish into her depths. The rigid flaps of sex lip on each side of his cock appeared to be lewdly kissing his manhood.

The trembling in her body was now from both fright and arousal. The waves of enjoyment from the fucking started warming her guts. She felt the familiar shivers of an orgasm growing in her belly. If he kept stroking as hard and fast as he was now, it wouldn't take long before she came.