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 Author: Hungry Guy & Wendygyrl
Title: HUNGRY FOR WENDY
Universe: Hungry For
Summary: Chapter 1 is a completely true account of how Wendy was raped
by her best friend's husband while she lived with them.  Chapter 2 is
purely Hungry Guy's fertile imagination.
Keywords: M/F true Mdom Fsub Fpov Mpov oral anal rape viol humil caution

Language: english

   HUNGRY FOR WENDY BY: Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com) & Wendygyrl
(wendygyrl@adelphia.net)

   * PROLOGUE *

   * BY WENDYGYRL AND HUNGRY GUY *

   Hey!  I just wanted to tell you that I _LOVED_ your stories.  Also the
ones you wrote with Romangirl.  They are very hot!  _DEATH BY EMAIL_ was
definitely my favorite so far, but I really liked _DEATH WISH_ as well. 
They got me very aroused.  Ever since I was raped, I've had this shameful
fetish and can't seem to get it out of my mind.  -Wendygyrl

   Hey, Wendy!  You know the kind of stories I write.  Your email really
turned me on!  I've never raped anyone, and I never would in real life, but
I'd love to rape you sometime.  Please tell me more...  -Guy

   * CHAPTER 1 *

   * BY WENDYGYRL *

   I was staying with my friend, Melody, and her soon-to-be hubby, Kyle,
for a few weeks.  I was helping with the finishing touches on their wedding
(I was their maid of honor) and just came out of an abusive relationship,
so they let me stay there for a few weeks so I could relax and try to get a
grip on life again.

   About two weeks into the stay, I got really sick with pneumonia and
bronchitis and was put on cough syrup with codeine so I could sleep.  It
was then that Kyle came into my room one night while I was drugged with my
cough syrup and sleeping soundly.

   I woke up to feeling him touching me all over.  I was wearing only a
short silky nightie (I never did like to wear panties).  He was groping my
breasts and my pussy as I lay on my back about half in a daze, not quite
awake and not quite aware of what was going on.  The next thing I remember
is he on top of me, fucking me hard.  I can remember that I didn't want to
make too much noise because I'd wake up my friend (his soon-to-be wife). 
Now, to think about it, it was kind of silly to have such a fear of waking
her up, but I was afraid that she would catch him fucking me and think that
I wanted it.

   They both knew I had a very submissive personality and the bad
relationship I had just come out of was a D/s one where the Dom got way too
abusive.

   I don't remember how the night ended.  I spent the next few days in a
daze and unsure if I just had a bad dream from the cough syrup or what.  I
didn't know if it really happened.  I still had several weeks that I had
planned on spending there.

   After a few days of making me wonder if it really happened or not, he
started to touch me--come up behind me and grope my breasts or grind his
hips into my ass or something--right where she could see if she would only
look that direction.  It was greatly humiliating and I also felt dirty
every time he did it.

   She had me go to the store with him to pick up stuff for dinner that
night.  (she was very pregnant at the time and I was there to help as much
as I was to relax).  In the grocery store parking lot, he parked off to the
side where there weren't many people and he got his cock out and forced my
head down on it--made me give him head right there.  I couldn't believe it!
It was like something out of a movie or something.

   I was scared and ashamed.  My head was spinning as much from the cold
medicines as it was from what he was doing to me.  What made it worse was
the humiliation of feeling my body becoming aroused when he would fondle my
breasts or pussy.  I wanted so badly to scream out for him to stop and to
leave me alone but I was afraid of losing her as a friend.  Yes, I know it
probably sounds like a stupid reason, but I was so afraid that she'd find
out and hate me.  I was way too timid and scared to speak up for myself
anyway so I just suffered through it.

   He would fuck me several more times during my time there, both before
and after the wedding.  Heck, they even took me on their honeymoon to
Atlantic City with them because I "looked lonely." They paid for
everything. God, I felt so ashamed.

   I can still remember him whispering into my ear as he was fucking me. 
He would whisper over and over that he was going to make me pregnant and
I'd have his baby like a good little whore.

   I know it probably sounds bizarre but it's all true.  Every bit of it!

   I hate to admit it but remembering it makes me aroused--remembering how
sometimes he would hold his hand over my throat as he fucked me
savagely--not caring if I was enjoying it or not, which, at the time, I
didn't.  I hated every bit of it at the time; that's why I'm having a hard
time figuring out why I crave to feel that way again.  Or why I read every
non-consent story I can get my hands on...

   I don't know what it is.  I can't get the feeling helpless and afraid
out of my mind.  I think that's why your stories turn me on so much.

   I've talked to her a few times on the phone since then, but haven't seen
her face to face yet.  She doesn't know, though she did walk in on us once.
I was lying on my stomach on the bed and he was raping me from behind.  She
was going to the bathroom and heard noises from the room and checked it
out. It was dark in there with barely enough light for her to see that he
was on top of me and that was about it.  He lied and said that he was just
giving me a backrub and she believed him.  I was too ashamed and upset to
tell her the truth.

   To this day she still doesn't know the truth.  Sometimes, I think about
telling her, but I'm not sure I can.  The last I knew he was in jail
because he stole checks from her personal account and wrote them out for
large amounts of cash (which she didn't have in the account).  She turned
him in and filed charges and sent his ass to jail, although he was supposed
to get out either last month or this month.  I haven't talked to her lately
to know for sure if he is or isn't out.

   -Wendygyrl

   * CHAPTER 2 *

   * BY HUNGRY GUY *

   Guy sat at his computer Saturday morning to start a new story.  After
spending most of the night with his DVD collection in a private _Star Wars_
marathon, and recalling an episode of _Futurama_ a few nights ago, he had
been fantasizing about robotic sex--fembots, to be precise.

   But upon turning his PC on, his first email turned out to be a
soul-baring account from a female fan who had been raped, and who later
discovered that she's now turned on by the fantasy of being raped again.

   They wrote back and forth a few times before he invited her to visit
him.

   > Wendy, I have a spare room and an empty bed now that

   > my daughter has gone off to university.  I think you

   > could use a friend about now.  How about it?  -Guy

   To his amazement, she agreed to come and stay with him for an indefinite
time.

   It took a few weeks for her to make her arrangements, and make the drive
across several states.

   Guy was watching _Robot Wars_ on _Tech TV_ that Saturday afternoon when
his doorbell rang.

   "Wendy!" he said with a smile as he opened his front door.

   "Hi Guy!" she said, and they fell into each other's arms for a giant
bear hug.

   "Hungry after that long drive?"

   "Yeah!  What you got?"

   "I've never been one for fancy cooking.  Burgers okay?  Or we can nuke a
pizza?"

   "Sure, for now, but I'll fix that soon."

   They spent their dinner and the rest of the evening sharing their pasts
with each other.  She, of course, talked about the rape and her
quandary--her shame and humiliation of being raped, yet how she brings
herself on the brink of orgasm merely by fantasizing about being raped
again.

   Much later, they said their "good nights" to each other and retired to
their separate bedrooms.

   But Guy couldn't sleep.  He knew what he had to do.  Why else would she
have come to him?  He felt a terrible guilt, for he wanted to do it.  Never
before would he have even considered raping someone.  He knew right from
wrong.  And she had come to him as a friend.  She had needed a new best
friend, so she had put her total trust in him to get her over this stage in
her life.  He wanted to humiliate her--to use her--to take her against her
will.  To rape her.

   At around 3:00 AM, he slowly climbed out of bed.  He knew his own house
intimately.  He made his way into her room in the darkness.

   He heard her stir in bed as he climbed on top of her.

   She shrieked as he pulled the blankets away, revealing her nude body,
and fell on top of her.

   "Aaaaaah!" she screamed.

   He moved his face to kiss her, but she rocked her head violently from
side to side.  He grabbed her jaw with his free hand and pinched her jaw
open.  She continued to fight, but he pressed his mouth to hers.  It seemed
that even her tongue fought his as he explored and tasted the inside of her
mouth.

   That hot kiss put him on the verge of coming, so he grabbed her thighs
to pull her legs apart.

   "No!  Please!  Guy!  No!" she shrieked.  She swung her hand against his
face

   "Ow!" he yelled and grabbed her arm with one hand while putting the
other to her neck.

   He pushed his hips down and felt his hungry member slip between her
rubbery pussy lips.  Word!  Was she wet!

   "No!" she gasped.  "Please don't!  Please don't rape me!"

   Guy ignored her pleas and pushed his member into her soaking pussy.  He
pressed his mouth to hers and pumped her hard with his hips while she
wailed tears.  He climaxed inside her while she lay whimpering under him.
And then, even while she cried, she climaxed too, squeezing his cock over
and over again as her body belied her grief.

   Fully satisfied, he pulled out of her and slowly left her room as she
sobbed quietly in the utter darkness.

   He fell asleep almost instantly, and slept really late Sunday morning,
as he usually does on weekends, to the smell of something tasty wafting
through the air conditioning vent in his ceiling.

   "Morning, Guy!" she greeted him cheerfully as he entered the kitchen.

   "Morning, Wendy," he answered back.

   "I found some batter and I'm making pancakes from scratch!"

   "Yeah?" Guy said with a yawn.

   "Yeah!  Have a seat at the table and let me take care of everything!"

   After breakfast, Wendy said, "Why don't we go shopping?  I can't live on
burgers and frozen pizza."

   Guy drove them to the local _TRY-N-SAVE_ and he let Wendy pick out
whatever she wanted.  When they got back, Wendy said, "Now we can have a
real meal.  How long has it been since you had one of those?"

   "Not since I broke up with my last girlfriend last year."

   Wendy made them chicken and rice for dinner, then they put the dishes in
the dishwasher together before settling down to watch a DVD.

   "Well," Guy said.  "I have to get up at eight for work in the morning.
So I'm off to bed."

   "Me too!"

   Like the night before, they went to their separate bedrooms for the
night.  Guy fell asleep easier than the night before, yet he woke around 2
AM.  He had long ago ceased to need an alarm clock to wake at a specified
hour.  For the second time, he made his way through the night across the
hall to Wendy's room.

   He slid into bed next to her.  She woke almost immediately, but he put
his hand over her mouth and mounted her.

   She flailed her arms and kicked her legs, bucking wildly.  Her furious
thrashing actually threw him off her, and she screamed, "Ahhhhh!"

   He jumped back into bed and grabbed her around the neck with both hands.
He didn't squeeze, but his grip was firm.

   "Please don't rape me again!" she whimpered.  "Please don't!"

   He shoved a knee between hers, separating her legs, then slid both his
legs between hers.  With her legs apart, he lowered his hips and pressed
his hard cock to her pussy.  Again, it was already so wet that all he had
to do was push his hips down and forward and he was inside her.

   "No!  No!  Please!  No!" she cried over and over again as he pumped her.
When her orgasm came, her throbbing pussy muscles triggered his own orgasm
that was already on the brink from the moment he entered her room.

   As his throbbing body subsided, he kissed her, then climbed off her to
return to his room.  8 AM would come too soon.

   Indeed it did.  He fell asleep again almost immediately, and woke just
before 8.  He fell out of bed and hit the shower.  Then he quickly threw
his clothes on and headed downstairs.

   "Good morning, Guy!" Wendy said with a cheery smile as she suddenly
appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

   "Morning, Wendy!  I'm off to work now!  See you later!"

   "Aww, you don't eat breakfast before you go?" she asked in a soft voice.

   "I usually grab a stale bagel and soda in the cafeteria on my way to my
desk."

   "That's no breakfast for _my_ Guy!  At least let me make you a fresh
bagel and tea before you go?"

   "Sure, Wendy.  That'd be nice.  But I don't have a lot of time!"

   Wendy already had the water boiling and the bagel in the toaster.  He
ate quickly and said, "What are you going to do today, Wendy?"

   She yawned and said, "I'm going back to bed, for now."

   "Okay," he laughed and gave Wendy a quick kiss on the cheek before
rushing out the door at 8:30.

   His day at work was typical.  Upgrading from SAS 8.2 to 9.1 over the
weekend caused a glitch in the ASCII codes in the HTML reports that are
downloaded to the company Web Site.  So he had to fidget with ODS to get
the reports to be generated in EBCDIC, then use FTP to translate to ASCII.

   He arrived home at 5:30, and Wendy had already started preparing cube
steaks and mashed potatoes for dinner.

   They planted their butts on the sofa after loading the dishwasher and
watched a _Simpson's_ marathon on _Fox_ until late.

   Again, Guy woke at about 2:30 and crept into Wendy's room in the
darkness.

   Pulling her blankets off, she screeched as he climbed on top of her,
"Stop!  Get off me!  Please!"

   She swung her arm, but he caught her by the wrist and slapped his body
onto hers.  The rush he was feeling had him on the brink of orgasm, so he
forced his hips between her thighs and plunged into her wetness.  He pumped
her while she screamed and cried, and their orgasms came simultaneously. 
Then spent, he left her crying and returned to bed.

   He woke at 8:00 the next morning and, again, she had breakfast waiting
for him when he got out of the shower.  The week continued like that.  He
raped her every night, and she had breakfast and dinner ready for him every
day.

   They went to market again Saturday.  Upon returning home and putting the
goods away, he said, "I was thinking, Wendy..."

   "Yes?" she asked.

   "Instead of cooking, want to go out for dinner tonight and see the
town?"

   "Sure!" she said.  "I was starting to wonder when you were going to ask
me out!"

   Guy lived just to the West of a small city along the Hudson River in
upstate New York.  He drove them downtown and parked across the street from
a small park.  They went into a steak place and came out stuffed.

   "What's there to see here?"

   "How about a museum?  There's one over by the government complex."

   They walked around the complex of hi-rise government buildings, and past
a small theater that looked like a giant egg on a thick pedestal, and to
the museum.  "It isn't the Louvre or the Guggenheim, but it's a nice little
local museum."

   After seeing plenty if photos, drawings, and sculptures of naked people
and random shapes, she said, "Thanks for taking me out!" and kissed him on
the cheek.

   He moved his face to kiss her on the lips, but she backed away and
covered her mouth.  "Nuh-uh!  You know what you have to do to kiss me."

   "Yeah, I know," he said.  He didn't even try to hold her hand; she may
be the most exciting lover he'd ever fucked, and she may even be his best
friend, but he knew that she'd never be his girlfriend.

   A couple of weeks into their relationship, if you could call it that, he
came home from work one Friday evening feeling blah.  The hot soup she made
for dinner helped some, but he went to bed early that night, saying that he
was tired from a hard day at work.

   Grateful that he could sleep late the next day, he dozed off immediately
and slept through the night.

   A knock came from his door at about 9:30 Saturday morning, then Wendy
walked in.  She was completely naked, as if she had just got out of bed and
hurried in to him.  He sat up, half asleep, still feeling feverish.  It's
not uncommon for either of them to sleep until 10:00, 11:00, or even noon
sometimes on weekends, so he wondered why she came in.  "Hi Wendy, what's
up?"

   "You okay?" she asked with some concern in her voice.  "I could tell you
didn't feel good yesterday, and last night, you didn't..." and she let her
words trail off.

   "I'm sorry I didn't, uhm, you know, Wendy.  But I think I came down with
a flu or something."

   "Awwww," she said and sat in bed next to him.  She touched her hand to
his forehead.  "You're hot.  Do you want anything?"

   "I'm fine, thanks, Wendy."

   "But you're not fine, Guy!  I think you have some _NyQuil_ in the
bathroom; let me get you some.  And let me get you a hot cup of black tea.
That makes me feel good when I have a cold."

   "Okay, Wendy," he said with a sniffle.  "Thanks."

   She hurried off and returned a little later with a cup of green _NyQuil_
and a hot mug of black tea.

   He drank the cold medicine and his tea and curled up to go back to
sleep. He gasped when he felt Wendy crawl under the covers with him and
snuggle behind him.  It felt good.

   The medicine knocked him out for the rest of the day.  He woke in the
evening with Wendy still snuggled behind him.

   He rolled around in her arm.  "Hi there!" she said.

   "Hi Wendy!  You still here?"

   "Of course!  My _Guy_ is sick, so I'm by his side!"

   "Thanks, Wendy!"

   "You must be hungry.  Let me get you something?"

   "Just a cup of tea, okay?"

   "Sure, I'll be right back." She grabbed his robe draped over the back of
his computer chair and went downstairs.

   She returned a little later with another mug of hot tea and a bowl of
chicken soup.

   He took a sip of tea and a spoonful of soup.  "Thanks Wendy!"

   "Don't mention it!  Just let me know if there's anything you want." She
crawled back into bed with him.

   "Thanks!  But you don't have to stay in bed with me, Wendy."

   "Yes I do!" she said indignantly.

   Guy smiled at her and moved to kiss her on the lips.  "Nuh-uh!" she
said.

   He kissed her on the cheek and lay back down to sleep.

   At that he slept through the night and well into Sunday.  When he
finally woke again late Sunday afternoon, Wendy was still snuggled next to
him.

   "Well, you still here?" he asked.

   "Except for going to the bathroom and stuff, I never left.  You hungry?"

   "Yeah!  Starving!"

   "That's a good sign!" she said.  "You're over your cold!"

   He moved to sit up.  "Ow!  But I ache all over."

   "Then let me get you something," she said.

   "Okay, but nothing too heavy, yet."

   She brought up more tea and two cups of soup, one for each of them, and
they ate in bed together.

   "Will you be going to work tomorrow?" she asked.

   He suspected that she was really asking if he planned to do something
else, but she couldn't say what.  "I guess I'm mostly over the cold.  But I
think I'm going to take tomorrow off, just to rest."

   "Good idea.  But what about tonight?"

   "What about it?" he asked.

   "You know..." she trailed off.

   "Oh!" he paused.  "Wendy?"

   "Yeah?"

   "I'm still kind of achy to put up much of a fight, you know?  So would
you, maybe, be willing to make love with me gently tonight?"

   She gasped.  "I don't know." She seemed lost in thought for a moment,
then said, "Okay.  But just this once."

   He leaned forward.  For once, she met his lips with hers.  While he
reached out and fondled one of her nipples, their tongues wrestled together
while their saliva freely mixed together between their joined mouths. 
After a while, he crawled down her body and began to suck gently on that
nipple.

   She let out a gasp as he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, getting
it good and wet and hard.  That nipple satisfied, he moved to the other and
repeated.

   He crawled down her body, licking and sucking all the way.  He paused at
her navel and slid his tongue deep into the hole in her belly and sucked it
out.

   He continued to move down and then crawled between her legs with his
face in her crotch.  He licked up and down her outer pussy lips then slid
his tongue deep into the inner flesh.  He slowly licked up and down,
lapping up the gamy wetness within.  Most women had become on the verge of
orgasm by then, but Wendy was hardly wet.  Wendy was always drenched and
ready immediately whenever he raped her, so that was odd.  He continued
licking up and down, occasionally pausing to slide his tongue deep into her
vagina, and dallying at her clit.  Well, he knew how to turn a woman on
with his mouth, and not even Wendy's rape fetish would resist for long.  He
licked over her clit a few times, then sucked the tiny nub between his lips
deep into his mouth with his breath.  That finally evoked a gasp from her.
With the bit of flesh held in his mouth with his suction, he fondled the
its tip with his tongue, swirling and licking it, again and again. 
Finally, he could feel her body gasping and panting as her thighs quivered
against the side of his head.  At that, he began sucking her clit in and
out of his mouth in a steady motion.  He continued the motion steady as he
felt her orgasm slowly, ever so slowly, build.  "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" she started
to gasp after many minutes passed.  His jaw was getting tired, for no woman
had ever taken so long to get off, but he continued.  For not only did he
want a gentle lovemaking session with her, at least once, but she deserved
this pleasure as well.

   Her body started shaking violently while she moaned, "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" in
rhythm to his sucking on her clit.  He continued sucking as her orgasm
waned, and gradually slowed his pace, bringing her down gently.

   Yet, she was, hopefully, still primed, as he surely was.  He crawled up
her body and rested his body on hers.  She smiled at him with a satisfied
"Ah!" and kissed him.

   His hard member was aching for release, so he slid his hips down and
entered her as he had done so many times before.  The pressure in his loins
had nearly peaked, and he exploded inside her in mere moments.



   Kissing her all the while, he rolled off her, pulling her to face him
while they held the kiss.

   Breaking the kiss, he said, "That was wonderful!"

   She said, "Yeah, that wasn't bad."

   They kissed once more then he fell asleep in her arms.

   Monday morning left her still in his arms.  The clock glowed 9:06 AM, so
he pulled gently away and reached for the phone and called in sick, then
rolled back over to go back to sleep.

   "How you feel this morning?" she whispered.

   "A lot better.  I don't really feel sick any more, but it sure feels
good to stay home after being sick all weekend."

   "Yeah..." she said.

   "And thanks for last night."

   "You're welcome," she answered.  "But now you owe me one."

   "Sure, Wendy!  You want to go to a fancy restaurant, like _Le M cher Et
Avaler?_ Or fly down to Lost Wages for a weekend?"

   "Thanks, I'll take you up on those!  But that's not what I meant.  I'll
be right back." She untangled her arms and legs from his and went over to
her room for a moment.  She returned with some pages that look like they
were printed from some Web site.

   He couldn't make out the articles in the dim light of the darkened room,
so he set them on his nightstand under the phone.

   They stayed in bed for the next hour or so, just snuggling and resting,
when he yawned and asked, "Feel like getting up now?  I don't think I can
rest any more!"

   Wendy went over to her room and got dressed.  Guy took a shower, since
he hadn't had one since he left for work Friday morning.  Then he went
downstairs just as Wendy was setting a big plate of home made pancakes on
the kitchen table.

   They spent the day together reading the paper to each other, watching
TV, and playing Halo 2 in cooperative mode.  Then, in the evening, they
ordered out for Chinese, then went to bed--in their separate rooms.

   Upon getting into bed, Guy reached for those pages that Wendy had given
him.  They were two news reports from some news site that she had printed
out.  The articles were about two brutal rapes that had occurred not too
long ago.  Both articles included court transcripts and testimony that
described the rapes in explicit graphic detail.  In one rape, the rapist
mounted his victim head-to-crotch and crotch-to-head with his penis in her
mouth and mouth-fucked her hard, nearly suffocating her to death.  In the
other, the rapist had tied his victim spread-eagle on her own bed, and
raped her in the ass.  Both women had needed extensive psychological
counseling afterwards.

   He woke at about 3:00 AM, primed and ready.  He crept into her room in
the darkness and climbed onto her.  She let out an ear-piercing shriek when
he sat on her chest.

   "What are you doing?" she screamed.

   "I'm going to rape you, bitch!  What do you think I'm doing?"

   "No!  Please!  No!"

   She started waving her arms to push him off her, but she was pinned
under his full weight.  He turned around and lay down and backed up,
straddling her head.

   "No!  Oh, God!  No!  Please!" she begged.

   He sat on her face and grabbed her flailing arms.  Then he fell forward
onto her.  She was pinned under his body and couldn't move, so he released
her arms and reached down and pinched her jaw open.  A moment later, he
slid his hard member through her screaming lips, silencing her.

   At that, he arched his back, resulting in his full weight bearing down
on his crotch and onto her lips and jaw.  He could feel his cock bending
sharply at the back of her mouth and down her throat.  The feeling was
incredible!

   Her body was bucking wildly under him, and her gag reflex was massaging
his cock with so much strength that he didn't have to pump her mouth.  She
did all the work.  In a moment, he shot his hot seed down her gasping
throat over and over again in one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever
felt.  Her gag reflex continued milking his cock, and he kept flooding her
throat, in a vicious feedback loop.

   And what a rush, too!  To use a woman like this!  To know that she was
experiencing utter humiliation and intense pain for no other reason than to
give him physical pleasure.  Oh man!  What a rush!

   Finally, his balls just had no more spunk to pump out and he fell onto
her in ecstatic exhaustion.  She was sputtering and coughing madly into his
ass crack as his cock slid out of her mouth.  He was still on top of her,
and he was amazed at the strength of her body to throb under his weight on
her as she struggled to catch her breath.

   Sated as never before, he rolled off her and returned to his own bed.

   She was waiting for him with a hot breakfast that they ate together. 
Then she kissed him on the cheek as he left for work.

   At dinner that night, Guy asked her, "Wendy, I'm curious.  How long do
you plan to stay with me?"

   Wendy gasped, "You want me to leave?"

   "Hell, no!  Stay as long as you want, Wendy!"

   Wendy smiled.  "You mean it?  I can stay as long as I'd like?"

   "Of course!"

   "Then I guess you're stuck with me, Guy!  'Cause, I don't plan to go any
time soon!  And you owe me a weekend in Lost Wages, remember?"

   "Yeah, I sure do!"

   That night, Guy stole into Wendy's room at about 3:30.  Carrying several
lengths of cotton clothesline, he jumped on her.

   "Ahhhhh!" she shrieked.

   He grabbed onto her and she struggled fiercely.

   "Let me go, you bastard!  Let me go!"

   "I'm going to rape you, bitch!  So shut the fuck up!"

   Despite her struggling, he flipped her over onto her stomach and sat on
her back.

   "No!  Please!  What are you going to do to me?"

   He grabbed an arm and tied one of the ropes to her wrist and then tied
it to a bedpost over her head.  Then he did the same to the other wrist.

   Next, he sat on her legs and tied the third rope to her ankle and to a
bottom bedpost, then her other ankle to the last bedpost.

   "Oh, God!" she cried.  "Please don't do this to me!  Please!  Don't rape
me!  I beg you!"

   Guy knew that his cock would never go up into her dry asshole.  It would
be an anatomical impossibility.  So, with his victim securely bound, Guy
crawled down and began rimming her.  He needed to get her sphincter
thoroughly soaked so that his hard member would slide in.

   She had given up struggling against her bonds and her body quivered as
she sobbed.  "Please stop!" she cried.  "Please don't do this to me!"

   With her anus thoroughly wetted, he climbed onto her back and pushed the
head of his cock to her tight, but wet, sphincter.

   He took a breath and pushed.  "Aiiiyyyyaaaaahhhhh!" she screamed at the
top of her lungs as his cock slid in.  Man!  Was it ever tight! 
"OW--OW--OW--OW!" she panted in apparent agony as he pumped her ass,
slapping his hips to her butt cheeks as his cock slid in and out and in and
out.  Her ass as so incredibly tight that he came immediately and filled
her rectum with wad after wad of his cum.

   After that, he was panting heavily, himself as he fell upon her back.

   His cock grew soft, and she was able to push it out of her ass, though
she lay under him sobbing.

   He stood off her and cut the ropes with a pocketknife, freeing her arms
and legs.  It would be upon her to untie the knots from around her wrists
and ankles, though.

   She had bought them a waffle maker at the _TRY-N-SAVE_ the previous day,
and that morning, she had made them fresh Belgium waffles for breakfast. 
She kissed him on the cheek as he left for work.  He smiled all the way
in--after the past two nights, he had come up with some brutal rape ideas
of his own that he wanted to try out on Wendy over the coming weeks.

   * END *