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Despair” Starring Courtney Hope.
Chad Duell had tried to fight, he really had. The large man in the mask had burst in when he was home alone, and given him a solid beating for his efforts. Now he was laying the floor, tied up with a vacuum cleaner cable as the man rummaged through drawers, throwing items into an old pillowcase. Chad was grateful at least, that Courtney wasn’t here. He could live with getting bruised and some stuff getting stolen. It was just things, as long as nobody was seriously hurt, they could be replaced. He didn’t know what a violent intruder like this would do if he found Courtney.
It was then that both men heard the sound of the front door opening. “Duelly!” a female voice called “I’m home.”.
He felt his heart sink into his stomach. The click of her footsteps came closer and closer. “Duelly?” she repeated, calling out her pet name for him. She rounded the corner into the room, and froze. A fat, ugly man was staring at her, his piggish eyes locked with her clear blue ones. She could see her beloved boyfriend on the floor behind him, tied up with bruises on his face. The situation clicked to her: burglar!
Courtney clenched her fists. She wasn’t some damsel to run away from danger. She hadn’t been picked as the spokeswoman for GLOCK handguns for nothing, and while she didn’t have her pistol on her, she far from defenseless. She rushed forward, and lashed out with a vicious kick aimed at the man’s ugly face. She felt it connect with his forearm and drew her leg back, and took a practiced kick boxers stance, throwing a hard right at his jaw. She smirked as she felt it connect, hard. Sam grunted as his head snapped to the side, and he tasted blood. He snarled in fury, how dare she hit him!
“You CUNT!” he bellowed, swinging back. Courtney weaved backwards and he struck nothing but air. She struck again, kicking him in the side of the knee and causing him to drop to one knee. “Get the hell out of my house!” she hissed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Sam felt his blood boil, and he lunged at her. Courtney, for all her skill, didn’t have a counter for 300 pounds of flab and flesh tackling her. She hit the floor, hard, and he was on her in a moment. She felt a fist strike her across the jaw, then another, then one slam into her tight abs, knocking the air out of her. She was pulled up by her hair, and the last thing Courtney saw before her world went black was the arm of the nearby sofa rushing up to meet her head.
The pretty redhead’s skull connected with the padded arm of the couch with a dull “thunk”, and she went limp. Chad began to scream into the gag in his mouth, thrashing violently. Courtney had just suffered a brutal beating, and she wasn’t moving. The fat burglar walked over to the fallen woman and grabbed her head, squeezing. “Oh shut up. She’s fine, no breaks.” he grunted, standing up and kicking him in the stomach. “You know, I was almost done here. I was just gonna take some shit and leave, but your girlfriend just HAD to play Ronda Rousey and punch the shit out of me. I’m gonna make her pay for that.”, he said.
Chad’s eyes widened. “You…”, the man continued grabbing the back of his collar and shoving him into a nearby closet, proping a chair against the door. “Stay in there and fucking keep quiet. Red and I are gonna go have a tour of the bedroom….”
Sam dragged the unconscious woman up the stairs, and began opening doors until he found the master bedroom, and threw her onto the bed. He took a moment to examine his soon to be victim. She was tall for a woman, about 5 foot 5, slim, with nice curvy and muscular legs. Her fiery red hair framed a pretty, well-featured face with high cheekbones, full, pouty lips, and a strong but feminine jawline. She wasn’t busty, but he could see a noticeable swell where her B-cup breasts were under her t-shirt. Sam licked his lips. He was going to enjoy this.
He began to rummage through the closet of the room, noting a large amount of sensual lingerie and high heels alongside workout clothes and what looked like high fashion dresses and designer clothing. He made a mental note of the lingerie, and grabbed what he had come for: 2 thick leather belts. He stopped short of leaving the walk-in, and grabbed a pair of silver high-heels, nearly drooling at the idea. “Make you look real nice for me, Red…” he muttered, walking back to her.
Sam’s fingers shook as he pulled her t-shirt off, revealing a tight grey bra that he practically ripped off of the woman. Her small breasts came into view, and he grabbed one in his right hand, squeezing hard. Courtney let out a soft moan at the rough handling, her unconscious face distorting in discomfort. Her tits weren’t large, but they fit her sleek, firm body perfectly, and he could tell from her reaction that they were quite sensitive. He pinched the nipple experimentally, twisting and pulling it, seeing how far he could make her feminine flesh stretch. “Ah….Ah!”, the unconscious redhead gasped, clearly registering pain despite being largely out of it. “Nice…. bite those sweet nips soon, Red…”, Sam muttered tying her wrists to the headboard with the belts, making sure the restraints were good and tight. He didn’t want this hellcat getting free and beating on him again.
His pulse quickened as he hooked his fat fingers into the waistband of her pants. Was she a real redhead? He hoped she was, taming such a fiery woman would be a real treat, a perfect revenge for her interference. He pulled them down, and gasped. She was waxed smooth, not a single hair to be found, only soft, smooth flesh. “Bitch must be a bikini model….” Sam whispered to himself, stroking her bare mound, then spreading open her pussy lips and looking inside. Courtney winced, and he grunted in approval. She was tight and dry, just how he had hoped. Sam stood and took off his clothes, then grabbed the heels from the floor and forced them onto Courtney’s feet. “Perfect.” he said, grinning. He looked at his handiwork: The beautiful woman was bound by the wrists to the headboard of the bed, her fiery red hair fanned out on the white sheets, sexy silver 7 inch heels on her feet, her firm, well-muscled body fully exposed to him.
Sam joined her on the bed, opening her legs and resting his flab on top of her. He was sweating in excitement, even more than he already had been, and his greasy sweat dripped onto Courtney, and made his body hair cling to her smooth skin. He decided he wanted to see how deeply he would pierce her, and lifted off of her, positioning his cock on her belly and resting his balls against her slit. He smiled widely in satisfaction. The Egg-sized head of his penis rested at her navel, slimy fluid leaking from the tip and pooling there. He prepared to pull back and impale her, but stopped. Sam wanted her to feel this, for her to suffer… He’d wait until she woke up, until then, he’d amuse himself by molesting his unconscious victim. He let his cock rest on her abs, and grabbed her B-cups. The fat brute began to squeeze and knead her flesh, slapping them, then lowering his head to get modest chest and licking her tits, taking the pink nipples into his mouth and biting down until Courtney let out cries of pain in her sleep. He licked her neck, then took a handful of her copper mane and ran his tongue from chin to temple, leaving a slimy trail of spit up her pretty features.
His dark eyes flicked to her full, red lips. He took hold of her jaw and pulled her mouth open before slamming his lips over hers, forcing a sloppy, disgusting French Kiss onto her. He tangled his tongue with her own, mixing their saliva together, and sucking on her little pink tongue. He held it long, for minutes the only sound in the room was Courtney gagging in her sleep from his foul breath, and the wet smacking of the grotesque make-out session between beauty and beast.
He finally came up for air, a strand of drool connecting their lips, and spit on her face, hitting her across the bridge of her nose.
Courtney let out a groan, and began to stir, her eyes fluttering opening. “Wha…..Duelly….. where…” Her blue eyes opened and locked onto the hideous, naked man looming over her, and then shot wide in terror and shock. Everything came flooding back to her at once. A burglar, a fight, and her taking a blow to the head. Reflexively, she tried to throw a punch, only to find her wrist tied to the bed, she looked at her hands, panic growing as the situation hit her.
She opened her mouth and screamed in horror. “WHO ARE YOU!? WHERE’S CHAD!? GET OFF OF ME YOU-“ She began to kick and squirm, trying to dislodge to overweight man on top of her. He drew back his hand and slapped her across the face, hard. Then again, then again. He smacked Courtney around until a small line of blood ran from the corner of her mouth. “Nice of you to join me, sleeping beauty…” he said, taking her face in his hand, making her look him in the eyes. “You know… before you showed up, I was just gonna take some shit, and then leave. And then after you showed up, I figured I might tie you on your knees and make you suck my cock with a knife to your throat, cum on your pretty face, and then leave…..” He said, enjoying the look of disgust and anger on her face when he mentioned the idea of her giving him head. “But you….. you just to be a fucking hero and fucking PUNCH me, didn’t you, Red? See, that made me ANGRY, and I was thinking I would rape you, then slit your throat…. but now I’ve seen you naked….I think I got a much better idea. Be a shame to waste something this fine….” he said, running his hands from her ass, over her hips, and up her sides.
“So now…… Now I think I’ll hang out here for a few days and have you pay off the beating you gave me…” He kissed her again, but she kept her teeth clenched tightly not letting his tongue into her mouth. She cringed at the feeling of it worming across her pristine white teeth. Sam sat up, and Courtney finally saw his cock. She let out a scream of terror. It was grotesque,12 inches long and a full inch and a half in diameter, with an uncut, pulsing head the size of a large chicken egg. Slimy pre-cum leaked from under the greasy foreskin, and she could both see and smell the filth trapped under it. Courtney felt a bead of sweat run down her cheek. It was a hideous, oversized thing, she knew it would hurt terribly when, not if, but when, her rape began proper. But more frightening than that was the idea of such a filthy, stinking organ contaminating her with some illness this brutish criminal had.
Sam grinned. “You like it? It might be a bit big for you at first, but I’m sure after the first 20 or 30 fuckings you’ll get used to the pain. After that you’ll scream a little less….” He said, rubbing his cock on her belly. Courtney turned away in revulsion. “Ugh…. it’s disgusting, just like you!” she hissed, “And I won’t give you the satisfaction of screaming, either.”
He position the head at her slit, heart hammering in his chest at the idea of skewering the feisty firecrotch. “I love a challenge. I’m going to enjoy this….. I’ll stay for days…. maybe weeks…. and break you on my meat. You’re gonna be my new favorite toy, Red….” he whispered, settling on top of her, mounting her as he prepared to force his beastly cock into her tight, firm body. Courtney grit her teeth and closed her eyes, revolted by his stench and the feeling of his body against her, his massive bulk compressing her, crushing her tits against his flabby chest. He licked her face again.
“I’m gonna ruin your life, bitch!” he snarled, giving a hard thrust.
The bed jolted violently, banging against the wall. Courtney felt white hot pain explode in her delicate pussy, her lips forced open by the malformed prick as Sam wedged the head inside of her brutally. She held back a cry of terrible pain, tears running out of her closed eyes, and he slammed his hips forward again, driving in more of his bloated cock, splitting her open violently. The gorgeous redhead felt his girth, felt the lips of her own cunt splayed and stretched tightly around him, clinging to the greasy, steel hard shaft. Sam let out a long, low groan of pleasure. He had expected to enjoy this, but she was even tighter than expected, probably a little too small for his monster…. But he’d make it fit. 3 more thrusts, he resolved, he’d force the whole thing into her tight, warm womb in 3 more stokes….
He slammed into her again, feeling her muscles tense as she tried to fight him. His hands went to her shoulders, grabbing, and he thrust again, pulling her into his stroke. Courtney gasped in pain, the massive head of his cock had struck her womb, sending a shockwave of paralyzing agony through her body. She felt herself almost relax. That was it, there was no further he could go, he had bottomed out. The rape would be painful, yes, but she hadn’t screamed.
Sam grabbed her face and kissed her again, pulling her jaw open to worm his tongue into her mouth, and slowly pulled back out of her. She braced for another sharp wave of pain, another bruise on her cervix….. He drew up and up, his gut hanging over her, sticky strands of sweat connecting their bodies, and broke the kiss as he slammed back down, using the weight of his body, putting it behind the thrust.
Courtney felt his cock drill back into her violated slit, deep into her, it struck her womb again….. and the muscular, slippery ring of her cervix stretched and gave away. She let out a small breath, a stunned look on her face as his golf ball sized testicles slapped against her ass, and the bulbous head of his penis bashed against the back of her uterus. It took a moment for it to truly register, for her body to process what had just happened to her.
And then, Courtney did scream.
Sam smirked and let out a load grunt of pleasure. He had impaled his pretty victim on the shaft that had raped so many other housewives, girlfriends, and lone female homeowners. But he could already tell the feisty redhead under him would be special, better than the rest. She was tighter, and with her athletic body, she could withstand his more…. aggressive desires.
He was going to enjoy breaking her down. This wasn’t just revenge anymore. Now it was lust, and pleasure with his gorgeous prey.
Downstairs, still locked in the closet, Chad could hear the bed violently shift, and Courtney’s wail of despair and pain reached his ears. He kicked violently at the door, trying to break it down in a fit of rage. As he futile tried to get free, the bed began to creak in a heavy, rhythmic manner….
THUMP…..THUMP……THUMP…..THUMP…..
Each heavy thrust Sam made into Courtney was punctuated by the bed slamming into the wall, creaking loudly, a cry of pain from the gorgeous redhead, and the sensual slap of flesh on flesh. “FUCK! You’re a good lay….” Sam groaned, lurching into her again. One hand found her slender throat, and the other grabbed her left breast and squeezed, kneading the firm flesh in his fat hand. “I bet you work out a lot, huh Red? I can tell, you’re fucking tight! Thanks for making yourself such a perfect toy for me.” He said with a sneer, leaning down and licking her cheek. Courtney glared and struggled, but his firm grip on her neck kept her silent, her mouth opening and closing as the sounds of strangling came from her full lips.
Sam settled onto her again, grunting and moaning in pleasure, his hot, foul breath on Courtney’s face turning her stomach. Her life had gone to shit so quickly…. An hour before, she had been happy, having a great day. Now she was tied to her own bed with a hideous burglar on top of her, fucking her with his unnatural horsedick. Tears finally came. He was right, he had ruined her life. Even if she survived her ordeal, she’d never be who she was before.
Her face began to turn blue from lack of air, and she saw stars before Sam finally stopped choking her. He kissed her on the lips again, began to slobber onto her neck as he rutted in his new bitch. He felt his balls seize, and heat begin to build in his cock. “Oh, Little Red….. you ready for some grease up your dry little snatch, sweet-cunt?” he whispered, kissing her neck. Courtney’s eyes went wide, and she looked at him in horror. “No….don’t do it…. not in me….” she panted, desperation in her voice. “Awww, don’t worry, you’ll get used to it, it’ll make the next fucking easier….. Besides, I’ll let you go if you get knocked up off me, don’t like fucking fat chicks!” he hissed, sliding his tongue between her pouty, ruby red lips.
Courtney let out a muffled wail of shock and despair. Thick sperm filled her tight belly, and she felt her womb fill painfully with hot, slimy jizz. She felt it fill her, sheathing Sam’s monster prick in it, as he gave a sustained howl of pleasure. He was having the orgasm of his life, and he knew now what he’d do with his feisty new fuck-buddy: After he was finished breaking and humiliating her, he would take her home with him, and make her his rape-pet. He would use her every day in her tight, warm holes, make her take his yellow-white seed, choke her, hit her, and make her serve him until he tired of her, then he’d make her pregnant and discard her to live her life as a mother by rape.
He would ruin her life, turn her into a sex slave before tossing her aside for a younger, hotter bitch to serve his needs. A sense of triumph filled the ugly pervert, and he kissed Courtney full on the mouth in sick celebration, frenching her greedily. Her could feel her body trembling with her sobs, feel her tears on his face, feel her pussy spasm as he withdrew slowly from her violated body. It was satisfying to him.
Heaving for breath and soaked in sweat, Sam rolled off the sexy redhead, and laid next to her. She felt his sweat sticking to her, his scent on her, and a thick trickle of sperm dripping out of her slit. He played with her hair and looked at her hungrily. “You were great, bitch. I dunno what you were doing before this, but you should have been an escort or a sugar baby, fucking is what you’re made for.” he said, reaching down and pawing at her small tits some more. “Shut…….up…..” Courtney wheezed, glaring at him angrily. “Oooh, still got some of that redhead fight in you? Good. I like that, makes it more fun. You know, again…. I was still thinking I’d just fuck you till you got my kid up you, then leave….. but not anymore. No…. you’re so tight and so warm, such a beautiful slut built for sex… I’m gonna take you with me when I go, and you’ll be my jizz-bucket!” he said with a smile, twisting her nipples idly. Courtney looked at him in horror. He intended for her to become his sexual-slave, to kidnap and abuse her!!
“Or……” Sam continued, leaning in and cupping her cheek. “I’ll bring up the pretty boy you used to let fuck you with his micro-dick, and he can watch while I make you my bitch for a week or two…. and you can be a good little girl for me? You can suck my cock, ride me…. maybe some dances…..Which do you want, huh?” he asked her. Sam was laughing inside, he was going to kidnap her either way, she’d be chained in his basement bitch-dungeon while he whipped and fucked her soon. But if he could make her play along, and humiliate her even more? All the better, she needed to suffer for getting in his way. “So, what’s it gonna be, Red?”
Courtney looked at him, tears welling in her eyes. “I’ll be a good little girl….” she whispered. Sam grinned widely, showing his yellowed teeth. He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her sloppily, celebrating the events to come. He broke the kiss and sat on the edge of the bed, resting a hand on her muscular thigh “Back in a bit, slut. I’m gonna bring your Ex…..what, husband, boyfriend?” He looked to her for an answer. “Fiance.” she wheezed, still catching her breath. “Ex-Fiance up here and give him a front row seat. And I warn you now, if you go full dead fish on me, I’ll take it out on him… and THEN on you.” He said, standing up and pulling his pants on. “I’ll be back….”