Mary Jenkins - Innocent in Chicago Volume One

She lay on the paper littered desk like some defenseless cornered mouse chased into a crevice by an evil purring cobra. Her muscles were useless and she could only follow his lewd, obscene actions with the fear dilated pupils of her eyes as he pried her legs apart with his own short fat thighs and edged far up between them. He slipped his finger wetly from her cunt and placing both hands under her knees, lifted her legs high up off the floor, at the same time pulling her toward him across the desk. She could feel her body sliding with ease through the disorganized stacks of paper that floated to the floor around them with a strange uneasy silence. There was no sound in the room now except the fat man's heavy, labored breathing that became more desperate with each moment he drew closer to possessing her lovely young body. Her shoulders on either side of his head and his hands snaked around her hips pulling her at him again until the whole of her upturned loins were pressed tight against the hard bulge beneath his pants.

The harsh metallic sound of a zipper being hurriedly pulled down broke the silence of the room and she felt the wet lubricated end of his penis pressing hotly against the soft inner flesh of her thighs at the top of her silk stockings. There was nothing separating them now but the thin flimsy band of her panties running up between her wide-held legs.

She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, she wanted to tear herself away from this evil creature who was using her young fear-frozen body as though she were a whore that had just walked in off the streets. But… she couldn't. All she could do was lay as she was, helpless on her back in the messy pile of papers on the desk and let this dirty, filthy old man play with her secret parts as he willed.

He lifted her legs higher still and pulled her even closer to the edge of the desk until the white rounded ends of her buttocks were hanging slightly over the side. At the same time he arched his loins toward the center of her open thighs. She whimpered piteously, the first sound she had been able to utter since the horrible nightmare had begun and a trembling please escaped in a forced whisper from her throat.

"Please… please don't do it to me… please!"

Then to her increased horror, she saw a lewd smile break across his fat slobbering lips.

"Baby, I'm gonna fuck you like you ain't never been fucked," he grunted down at her in animal satisfaction, his small beady eyes dropping from her face to the exposed center of her loins. "Bet you got the tightest little pussy in town."

His hand moved down the inner flesh of her thigh and she automatically raised her head from the desk where it was lying and looked with pleading eyes down between the full cleavage of her dress covered breasts to the spread of her legs below. Another small squeal of protest escaped from her lips as she saw his thick, fat hand slide around the curve of her leg of her thigh and between her legs to pull aside the thin wet crotch piece of her panties. Her eyes widened further and she gave a choking gasp as she felt the hardness of the head of his cock probing harshly at the now open and unprotected lips of her fear-quivering cunt. He lifted it up and down in the nature-moistened slit for a moment, parting the full fleshy lips like a blunt knife slicing it's way through a soft cube of butter. Her stomach felt sick and nauseated and she heard him begin spitting obscenities through his clenched teeth as though he were a mad man.

"Oh little baby, what a tight lil pussy… lovely blond cunt hair… gonna fuck you crazy… come to Daddy, baby…"

And then… unable to contain himself any longer he jerked forward, sinking his fat, thick penis half-way into her cringing vagina. Cynthia gave a desperate choking gasp, an expression of utter incredibility coming over her face as she felt the hard blunt cock sliding relentlessly into her.

"Oh, ooooohh, God, no… no… please… No…!" her voice rasped helplessly as the hard brutal realization that all this was real tunneled into her tortured mind.

The fat man's eyes gleamed, as he looked down between their now lewdly coupled bodies and watched the slow agonizing disappearance of his thick round cock into the soft blond fleece between Cynthia's upheld thighs. When he had it a little over half way in, he stopped the wet, viscous penetration and hissed down at her agonized face: "There honey… you like Daddy's cock in ya, don'cha?"

Cynthia moaned in her agony of humiliation and did not answer the leering man's torturous question.

"Ya like it, baby, I can tell," he chuckled obscenely, "Ya want more don'cha? Ya want it all in ya, oh? I can feel that tight lil pussy beggin' for it. Tell me, baby, tell me, and I'll give it to ya."

She could not speak and just nodded her head. God, she had to get it over with or this horrible man would never let her go. She just had to.

"Tell me, baby!" he said more brutally time, pinching the soft inner flesh of her thigh hard between his pudgy fingers.

"Aaaagghhh!" Cynthia grunted. "Y-You're hurting me!"

"Tell me to fuck it then," he teased lewdly. "Tell me to fuck that lil cunt of yours, baby."

"Ooooh God," she groaned at the pain and finally found the strength from deep in her sub-conscious mind to follow his obscene command. "Yesss, God yes… fuck it… fuck it!"

The evil leering fat man above her released his flesh-tearing grip on her thighs and with a triumphant wheeze rammed his thick, fat cock as far into her belly as it would go.

"Ooooooooh," Cynthia groaned as it seared up inside her vagina, stretching the tender lips and inner walls wide apart. She grunted as the hard blood-filled head smashed with a jolt all the way up to her cervix. She was completely impaled in the most humiliating position in the world and the sight of her lush young body completely at his mercy that way drove the fat, puffing man almost wild. He rammed in and out of her quickly and without regard for the pain he was subjecting her to by the twisting and turning of her flesh beneath his hands as his cock pistoned in and out of her widely stretched pussy like a huge, throbbing blimp. There was nothing she could do but lay there and groan out her pain and indignation into the unhearing air above her. There was no one to help her and she lay limp and helpless on the desk until she suddenly heard his gasp down at her and felt the hot wet sperm of his stolen passion shooting in short powerful jets deep down inside her belly.

He stood sagging and wheezing between her legs for a moment afterwards as the hardness of his penis slowly drained itself and deflated inside her and then he backed away and collapsed in a huffing heap on the couch against the wall behind him.

Cynthia had never felt so soiled and degraded in her life as she struggled to her feet from the top of the desk. The crotch band of her panties slipped back into place under her dress as she stood up and she could feel it wet and sticky against the flesh between her legs from the flood of his sperm inside her.

Pale and trembling, her fingers nervously tried to straighten her skirt as he shakily struggled to his feet and stood beside her.

"Baby, you're a nice little screw. I think we can use you around here," he laughed as though he had said something humorous.

Cynthia said nothing as she struggled to re-adjust her clothing.

"Okay, okay," he said, laughing again and blowing his foul smelling cigar smoke in her face. "Ya can't blame me for grabbin' a little from a cute young gal like you, can ya. I'm only human."

She finished with her clothing and combed out her hair quickly without breaking the silence.

"Won't do ya no good to go to the cops, girly, if that's what you're thinkin'," he threatened with a knowing smile. "All them guys in the outer office would swear they didn't hear no rape. Might even say ya propositioned me for a job."