J. Forte - The Sex Thief

"Don't resist and you won't be harmed," he told her forcefully.

"Bastard!" she cursed, and brought her right foot down painfully on his instep. Wrenching free, Jamie bolted across the room as Marc released his grip for a second. He moved after her quickly and caught up to her as she stumbled in the darkness and fell sprawling across Marty's bound and gagged form in the center of the room. They fell together in a heap on the floor and Marc found himself pitted against the wiry strength of the angered black woman. He felt her try for his crotch and he winced as her knee almost made it; frantically, he pinned her arms, and as he sat astride her she closed her mouth on his thigh and bit him.

"Bitch!" he shouted, and slapped her with the back of his hand as she struggled beneath him the force of the blew stunned her momentarily and Marc rose and rolled her to her stomach. But the fight did not go out of her even after he had her hands bound securely. She thrashed around beneath him, cursing, spitting and trying to free her hands. Again he slapped her, though not as hard as the first time, and as she paused in her struggle he took hold of her face in his hand and squeezed her jaw painfully. He leaned close to her and said, "Unless you want something really ugly to happen to Marty, you'd better cool it, bitch!" With those words the woman seemed to relax, though her breath continued to come in short, angry bursts.

"What do you want?" she hissed at him as he hauled her to her feet and propelled her through the darkened house and into a corner room devoid of all furniture save a large, furry recliner that sat in the middle of the room. Forcing her down, Marc pulled a sleep mask over her eyes and looped a length of cord from her wrists to the heavy legs of the recliner, thee pulled it tight "What the fuck do you want from us?" the black woman nearly shouted.

"First, silence!" he told her sharply. "The next time you raise your voice I'll send you to a dentist!" He accentuated his words by taking hold of her face in his gloved hand and squeezing. "Second, I want your cooperation… Jamie and as he spoke her name, he heard her sharp intake of breath as she stiffened. "Anything else I want, I'll take… so you might as well get used to the idea!"

"You motherfucker!" she hissed.

Standing, Marc looked down at the woman and he smiled, "Right… I am a motherfucker… and before the night's over I'm going to be a Jamie-fucker!"

"I know who you are!" she replied sharply.

"Oh?"

"Tom… Tom Louden, you sonofabitch? I'll see your nuts in a vise if you hurt either of us-do you hear me, motherfucker?"

Marc laughed low and returned to the living room where he found Marty had regained consciousness. Carefully, he removed the tape from her mouth, and as she drew her breath deeply, he closer his mouth over hers to kiss her. She struggled ineffectually as his hands roamed over her frightened body and as their lips parted, she whimpered, "Wha… what are you going to do to us?"

Marc kissed her again softly and let his tongue play over the edges of her mouth as his gloved hand stroked her full tits beneath the thin material of her blouse. "I'm going to excite you, Marty… and I'm going to do things to you… I'm going to fuck you-eat your pussy and do things to your lover, Jamie… the three of us are going to enjoy a very interesting weekend."

"Oh…" she responded as Marc helped her to her feet and guided her to the room where her lover was bound and blindfolded. He sat her on the end of the recliner and listened as the two woman conversed as he fumbled with the light fixtures and switched one of them on. A soft red light glowed from the wall bracket and cast deep shadows beyond the couch where the two women sat.

Marc pulled the ski mask from his head and then removed his gloves. Slowly removed his clothing, and as the women heard him disrobing, they fell silent. When he was completely naked, Marc stood before the two and stroked his stiffening prick. It was apparent that Marty was the more frightened of the two, while Jamie still displayed some of the bravado she had vented earlier He moved in until his stiff prick was only a few inches from Marty's lovely face; then he reached out and stroked her blond head softly as he rubbed the head of his prick over her cheeks. She swallowed thickly but remained silent. Smiling, he pulled on his gloves again, then left the room quietly. He checked the front door, threw the lock, and hooked the security chain; then he went to the sliding glass doors, slid them shut, and locked them too. He made sure that all the drapes and shades were pulled; then he replaced the bulbs in the kitchen fixtures and found himself a bottle of twelve-year-old brandy in the cupboard. He poured a measure, downed it, then returned to the other room with the women. After he had replaced the bulbs in the bathroom nearest them, he walked into the bedroom the women shared. He found what he was looking for in the wide dresser-and he found, too, a loaded revolver. He emptied the chambers and hid the bullets beneath a pile of underwear in another drawer, then replaced the gun.

Standing before the two women he looked from one to the other as he pulled off his gloves and tossed them to the place where his clothing was piled near the door. Smiling, Marc felt his pulse increase as he reached out and hauled Jamie to her feet and removed the cord that had kept her tied to the couch. "You're going to enjoy this…" he said softly as he began unbuttoning her sheer blouse.

"Don't count on it, you bastard!" she told him hotly as she felt the waist of her blouse pulled from her tight slacks. "You'll never get away with this… never!"

In answer to her words, Marc opened her blouse fully and cupped her small, pointed tits in both his hands as he replied, "It really won't matter if I get to do all the things to you I've been dreaming of doing," and he pinched her nipples as she drew in her breath sharply. Her skin was like black velvet, and the contrast of his white hands against her dark brown body sent a new wave of excitement washing over him as he glanced down at the beautiful young blond woman sitting so near. Slowly, methodically, he unfastened tile waist of her slacks, drew down the zipper at her side and pulled the garment to her knees. Beneath, she wore a pair of white lace bikini briefs, and he saw a great mound of wiry pubic hair filling the crotch of the thin panties. Kneeling before her, he drew down her slacks, then lifted one foot after the other to remove them along with the thong sandals she wore. He gazed up at her lovely legs, long and well muscled, to the flare of her tight hips. He ran his bare hands up the backs of her legs to cup the compact cheeks of her ass, and he felt her muscles quiver as he stroked them gently through the lace material of her panties. Then he drew them down, too, and tossed them aside as he stood to face her naked body. Carefully, he took the pair of scissors he'd found in the dresser and cut up the sleeves of the woman's blouse to remove it, so that she was finally totally naked.

"Sonofabitch!" she swore, as she realized what he had done. Then she felt his warm body press to hers as his arms went around her and his stiff prick nestled in the thick hair above her pussy. A chill of fear went through her then as his hands ran from her waist to her ass and pulled her to him tightly. His mouth closed on her throat and she felt his hot, wet tongue as it traced patterns on her smooth skin while his hips ground against hers and his prick found its way between her tightly pressed legs.

"Don… don't… " she whispered hoarsely, "don't do that to me!"

"Are you afraid you might like it, Jamie?"

"Nooo!" she cried, "I… I hate you… I hate all men! All you bastards think about is sticking your prick in a cunt and blowing your nuts! You… you don't know how to please a woman-no man does!"