Final Chapter
It was guiet for a good 10 minutes. He turned the TV volume down, once again repositioned Steph, between him and the back cushions. His left arm and hand were around her shoulders, and his hand cupped around her upper arm.
She was not comfortable, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. She hated being this close, and being forced against his body. He seemed to be drifting off. But just about the time she thought him asleep, not that she had any plan or even the ability to try and get away. Suddenly, he spoke.
“I am starting to really like the shape of your tits Stephy!” His face was bending down looking at her love bumps!
He closed his eyes and appeared again to doze off. She even heard a bit of snoring, reminiscent of sleeping with Rich. What was she going to do, lay there with him, risk her life by trying to get off the couch, she was very conflicted. Her face still stung, her eye hurt, she didn’t know it, yet, she had a black eye! Her wonderful pouty bottom lip had been split open, but only bled a bit. It was numb, like she had been to a dentist.
Steph thought it all over in her mind, trying to just decide. She moved her arm, involuntarily, and Andrew stirred, shifting his body some. Stephanie held her breath, waiting until she HAD to breathe.
Another few minutes went by, and no movement, just more snoring is all that was happening. Being stuck, unmoving much for so long, forced Steph to move her head, and a leg.
She was startled, not really surprised, when Andrew sprung awake! He grabbed an arm with a vice like hold. A leg swung over over one of her leg, pinning a foot down!
“Trying to get away my slut? I don’t think I will allow that!”
He twitched her forearm like he was preparing to break it!
“No …no.. God.. no please … st..op!” She cried out.
Had he been playing possum, or just a light sleeper? She didn’t know, and would never know.
He moved around, getting to his feet, letting her slide from the back cushions to flat on her back. He was at the end of the couch, by her black pumps, which he jerked off and tossed away.
“I’m ready for some afternoon sex, how about you, Stephy?”
She shook her head no. Taking her by both ankles, he rudely, roughly, flipped her over onto her belly! As he moved up he slapped her ass, two slaps, one for each cheek! Steph cried out.
“Hands behind your back wife, wrists together.”
“Please no,” she let out.”
He wasn’t listening to her anymore. She laid still, but shaking. He went to the kitchen, his eyes never more than 2 seconds of not watching her. Andrew returned, slapped her ass hard, again!
“Owww,”
“Own a phat ass like you got honey, it has a bullseye on it!” He laughed, a lingering laugh, as he slapped handcuffs on both her wrists! She was turned over on her bound wrists.
“I always love me some pie after lunch. You make good spaghetti Stephy, did you like your lunch?”
She knew her answer would either bring violence or humiliation. She had enough of both already.
“I don’t get this everyday, so when it is offered up, I buy all of it. Pussy pie is the Best! You got some for me, sweetheart?”
Stephanie struggled, but she knew she belonged to this man, she felt totally hopeless.
That knife appeared, he made sure she saw it. She felt the fabric on a hip being pulled away, then the same on her other hip. He grabbed a good piece of the panties from near her ass and jerked them away, revealing her womanhood!
Much to Stephanie’s, day long, embarrassment Andrew had her pussy for however he wanted to use it. Her bush was dark haired, like the hair on her head, and trimmed into a nice triangle, and kept short.
Andrew had eaten out many pussies, he knew how todo it. He could make women cum, not every time, some were just stubborn and could not be coaxed. He thought Stephanie might be one of those. But it would be fun no matter if she came or not!
With his face in her cunt, both hands pushing/holding her thighs apart, his tongue began to lap at her pink slit! He alternated the intervals between licks, just to mess with her! Her soft pussy hairs felt sweet against his face. He continued this routine for a good 5 minutes, Stephanie’s ass pushing up, almost as if she was wanting more!
He laughed at her again, calling her, “a real whore, you must like tongue, bitch! Want more dick Stephy!”
She knew what her body was doing, was unsure why. Her brain knew this was rape, but her body seemed to want more or what he was doing to her! Her head rolled back, partly from agony, at herself and the situation, and also from sexual stimulation.
His left hand moved from her thigh up to find her clitoris. He just shifted a knee to keep her thigh spread, but it really wasn’t needed. Her bodies resistance had run out of energy. She belonged to him, as he knew, and she now understood, as well.
Fingers helped her sluggish clit awaken fully! It did not take long. The little slippery nub showed itself, enjoying the rubbing, and flicking from his fingers!
Moaning, and high pitched cries escaped Steph’s mouth. Her ass continued to thrust up almost begging for more attention. He was happy to oblige her. His mouth went to her pink slit, and the eating out of Stephanie Connors had begun, in earnest.
Stephanie could feel the tongue probing deep inside her female core. She had only experienced oral sex like this once in college, during her junior year. She was 20, and it was after a rock concert. With 2 other girlfriends, and 3 guys, she was drunk, as were the other girls, and oral sex was result for each of the girls. It was not rape, as she liked the guy she went with, the night just spun out of control. She really hadn’t remembered all that much about the sex act. The 3 girls all were fine with not getting pregnant.
But now some memories of that night and having a guy give her oral sex were coming back to her conscious mind. She fought and fought, in her mind, with what her body wanted to do, as his tongue stimulated her pussy walls. Those fingers rubbed and kept her clit out, and erect!
Stephanie knew it was coming, her firmness to hold it back, showed in her face, and the sweat running down her face, and all the hairs in her scalp, now plastered to her skin. But, as Sunday was going for her, he had everything going for him. He had the time needed, no one to interrupt him, the determination, he had thought and dreamed about this day for a few months.
So Andrew just kept up his sexual attack, tongue juicing up her treat, and fingers not letting up the pressure on her clit! It was like a boiler inside her, it was going to blow, it was just a matter of how long she could prevent it.
Taking much longer than Andrew imagined, Stephanie’s body, her cunt gave in! He had just pulled his tongue from her cunt, and had given her clit a good hardy squeeze, and Stephanie was squirting her orgasm! He was quick enough to catch some in his mouth. He had plans for that Stephy discharge.
His body moved up hers, and with his mouthful of cum, Andrew kissed her. He pressed his closed lips onto her lips. The kiss lasted, and it was like Steph knew, her mouth didn’t open. Andrew pinched her nose shut, and when her mouth opened he deposited her “cum squirt” back to her!
“Swallow Stephy, SWALLOW IT ALL!” Still pinching her nose, his other hand clamped over her mouth, and she was forced to take in her own cum to her belly! She wanted to vomit, but didn’t. The taste was different, and she was not sure until,
“You slut, loving your own cum! Hahahaha!”
He released her mouth, and some of the left over female cum spilled down her chin, and the corner of her mouth. It was so damn, fucking Hot to her Rapist!
“I can make you cum, Stephy, every single time I want! Enjoy your cum, baby, I know how yummy you taste like!”
He got off her, and smacked a hip hard rolling her off the couch and hitting hard, face down, on the carpeted floor! Taking her hair, and pulling her up slowly, he could see blood running from her bottom lip down her chin.
“Get your fucking ass off the floor, bitch! Got things to do.”
He removed her handcuffs. Steph was tired of being yanked up by her hair, so she tried to get herself up. She was battered and emotionally weak. But using the couch, her elbow, hand, and even leg, she got herself up and to a standing position. She looked at her Rapist, hate funneling through her, but she tried so hard to just hate the act and not the person. She knew it would take a long time to not blame him for his deeds against her, but she needed to forgive him.
Andrew took her bare arm, and forced her up the stairs. He had enjoyed watching her get up from the floor naked. There were some exciting views of her body, as naked as the day she was born, only now with some very nice female curves!
Into her bedroom he followed her again, just as jacked about seeing her as he was 6 hours ago. He pushed her, in the back, hard, onto the bed. One more time Stephanie was having her wrists ‘cuffed together, or so she thought. But only around her left wrist did he put a handcuff around, clicking it closed.
Andrew couldn’t help but run the palm of his hand around her sexy ass! All Stephanie could do was pray, pray silently. She prayed for him to leave, and to be done with her. She had suffered enough, and she didn’t even know how her face looked.
Taking her by the empty hanging handcuff he lead her to the bathroom, and into the shower. Steph didn’t know what he was doing, or planning. Sex with her in the shower entered her mind, she prayed NO to that thought. He didn’t say much, and she could only follow him.
Into the shower both went. Andrew wasn’t speaking, but his actions were making an impression on her. Lifting her left arm up, the one that had a handcuff around her wrist, he clicked the unused ‘cuff to the shower head. It was so designed that she was attached there until someone released her.
The position she was in was not the most comfortable, but nothing about this Sunday had been comfortable. Andrew stepped out of the shower, but his eyes never left looking her over.
He reached up and turned the cold water on first, enjoying her squirming to avoid, which she couldn’t. She screamed out in bloody terror, it totally took her by surprise. Andrew just laughed again at Stephanie’s plight. But he had things to do, so he turned on the warm water. He found the right level even Steph would admit the warm water felt good.
“Hold out your right palm,” he said. She did, and he took the bottle of her shampoo, from the Niche. He almost squirted some of the fresh smelling shampoo into her palm.
“More water in your hair, first.” She moved her head to follow his order. He then squirted the shampoo into her palm.
“This bottle squirts, just like you Stephy! Your pussy ever squirt for hubby, or is it just me who makes you cum like that?”
He pinched her ass, then a tit!
“Get your hair and body clean bitch!”
After she rubbed the shampoo into her hair, he put a bar of soap in her hand.
“Use it! I will be back in 45 minutes … or so. Be squeaky and clean, we got a date!”
He left abruptly, with no parting words. Stephanie was partly feeling better, her attacker was gone, for now. But she was not sure how to do everything he told her needed to get done. How she was going to all that worried her. She had been running her right hand through her short hair. The shampoo, warm water, felt so good on her body, in her mind, washing away the filth from her Rapist.
She was afraid she might slip and be left hanging by her one arm, and injure herself that way. A bar of soap made it slippery. But most of all, it was that he said he was coming back, “for their date!” God, what else could he possibly do to her? Realizing all the horrible atrocities he could still do to her, ones she could not even imagine, she shook again, even in the warm water streaming down her body.
Andrew had things to do, first checking the garage for several items. It took him a bit of time to find one, the other he found quickly. Taking both inside, while watching the time, he got right to work. He wanted it finished, and hidden until he was ready to spring it on Stephanie. When finished, to his satisfaction he still had about 10 minutes to finish what he wanted.
He went to the lowest level of the tri level home. It was also set-up similar to the middle level. Several comfortable chairs, a couch, TV, and an area with kids stuff. All was what he wanted, for his “date” with Stephy.
He knew the last thing wouldn’t take too long. He was in her partly wrecked bedroom. He had checked out her closet before, and had a real good idea of what he would pick for her to wear. One more thing to do was to find her glasses, which he accomplished.
It was time to get his “church girl” out of the shower, hair dried and dressed up. Going into the steamy bathroom, he had turned the fan on, he let the cool air reduce the steamy room. Then he pulled the shower curtain open. There she was, the woman of his fantasies, the last few months. She was startled to see him again! He, once more, slowly ran his eyes over her naked body! He began at her feet.
Steph, still handcuffed by her left wrist to the shower head, could only just let him look at her wet, naked body. Her calves, large, her thighs, were perfect. His eyes feasted on pubic hair, matted to her skin. Stephanie’s flat belly, and the water dripping off her nipples, and rolling down the swells of both her breasts! Her split lip was cleaned up from the water, her eye, not so much. A near 360 degree black line around it. Her hair, looking even shorter, plastered to her scalp.
Unlocking her wrist, and taking her other arm, he shut the water off. He threw a towel over her head.
“Dry off, honey.” Steph followed his directions. He leaned against a wall watching her body twist, turn, and display all her curves to him! He just couldn’t get enough of her!
He ran a hand over her wet ass, then kept moving it around her body as she tried to escape each fondling. Andrew just laughed and loved each second of his abuse of her!
Taking the available hair dryer, he turned it on and began “drying her off,” with the same unpredictable tactics! Handing her a comb he told her to “comb it, then dry it!”
He handed her the blow dryer, and as she took it, saw the gun, again, pointed right at her.
“Just gonna stand her and watch the show!”
She was still naked, and without her glasses. She asked for them, but was told, “nope, not yet.”
Steph could see good enough without her glasses to do her hair, even function, but things weren’t clear enough.
She could see, in the mirror, her face, and lower lip were injured, but not see specifically. Wearing down, big time, worn out physically and mentally, she just wanted this over with. Maybe if she just went along with it he might leave soon.
Mrs. Connors combed and dried her hair, as best she could. It wasn’t perfect, like when he fucked her the first time, but it looked very good to Andrew. That was all he wanted, and the humiliation of this MILF. He took the dryer from her, when she finished, and aimed it at her pussy hairs, on very hot! She squirmed, jumped up, as it did really cause discomfort. Another surprise the man’s tie he tied over her eyes, and tied behind her head. It was one of Rich’s ties.
Laughing, she was sick of his mocking laughter, he took her and they went back up to her bedroom. She sat on the bed, as told. Her brain tried to stay strong, but she was weakening, and she knew it. He removed her “blindfold.”
He was over by the closet. First he threw, at her, a pair of white pumps, with straps around the ankles, and 2 ⅝ inch heels. Next came a white summer dress, Cotten fabric, flirty type bottom, hem at her knees. The top was tight, with single thin shoulder straps! The scoop neckline would slightly revealed the tops of her breasts!
She looked at the pumps and dress, “underwear?” She asked. She knew the answer before her words had left her mouth. With the look she got, she wished she hadn’t asked. She got a sneer, and a fist raised in the air, and he came towards her.
All Stephanie received was a harassing laugh, and, “cheap whores don’t wear undies, and you really are a just a street slut now!”
But he did toss her the black, librarian type glasses. She knew what she needed to do, put on her white pumps, buckle the straps, and pull the dress over her head. Standing up, the dress pulled over her head, it fell nicely to her knees, and the fit was snug on her body. Nipples, erect nipples pressed outwards from underneath her white dress.
Andrew looked her over enjoying the slutty look she was giving off. She put on her glasses, and glanced around before catching herself in the full length mirror on the bathroom door.
She let out a gasp, one.of disbelief at how she looked, and how bruised and blackened her face was. She was a mess, and abhorred how she was dressed. Andrew left her no time to dwell on it. Removing her glasses, she blindfolded again, he whisked her away, out to the hallway, and walked her down to the bathroom that he had used the crowbar to break in. He reminded her how she had tried to hide from him. It brought back that horrible memory when she thought he was going to murder her.
Down the stairs, into the middle level, and down to the lower level. He used the remote to flip on the TV. Confusing to her the blindfold was removed and her glasses put back on her face.
“Our date is starting sweetheart, get on the couch, we’re watching a movie. Get comfortable phat ass,” he waved his right hand, palm flat, inviting her to the couch.
Interesting how when two people spend too much time together, they sometimes know each other’s thoughts. Steph thought of kicking him with her heels again, but knew that might bring devastating results.
Andrew, just staring at her, “those heels look fucking hot on you, try that kicking crap again …….” He just aimed the gun barrel right at her head, only 3 feet away.
She looked away, shaking her head no.
“Up against the cushions, like before, Stephy.” She did.
He only had his briefs on, and moved in next to her, squishing against her, taking her right hand in his. He began to channel flip, like Rich would do. Finally he stopped, it was at a syndicated channel.
It was a movie starting, maybe 10-15 minutes in. She couldn’t figure out the title. But she immediately recognized Farah Fawcett as the lead character. Quickly, the scene began one where Farah’s character was being attacked in her own car, being forced to drive somewhere.
Stephanie tried to look away, but he grabbed the back of her head holding it firmly to see the TV. Closing her eyes didn’t help, as he turned the volume up so she’d hear it. Taking her right hand he placed it under his briefs, on his hard cock!
“Rub it, baby! Love you Stephy!”
The words “love you,” stabbed at Stephanie like a knife into her core.
The movie continued on with Farrah getting captured in her own home, trying to fight off her attacker, similar in a small way to her attack from the morning.
“This is called Extremities, Stephy! Sweet movie! That Farah chick is one one bitch to rape, isn’t she?”
Stephanie was crying again, as the movie was moving to the part where her attacker makes her take her robe off and put on sexy clothes and heels, just like she was forced to do.
He was talking, she only heard pieces of it, “the slut shows guys her body ….. gets what she has coming, stick a big …….. like you Stephy, deserves what she gets!”
She felt a hand under her dress, rubbing her clit, and the organ came back out to greet the attention. His other hand pushed one strap off her shoulder, then the other strap, which was more difficult. More of her tits came into view as he pulled down on her dress!
On the screen, Farah was in the kitchen, trying to resist, and Stephanie saw him pull the strap of her black camisole down, and her breast popped free, and her attacker sucked on it for a second or two. Andrew held her face to the TV, and closing her eyes wouldn’t make the whole scenario stop for her!
It was like her Rapist knew the movie by heart. It was one of his favorites, but she didn’t know that. Andrew knew exactly when the movie went south and the enjoyment ended.
He shut it off much to her surprise. However now his attack on her was accelerating. He was inserting one, then two, THREE fingers up into her twat! It hurt, and was painful. His other hand slid to her cleavage, dragging the fabric down, exposing both her pert breasts!
Stephanie had one hand molesting both her tits, the other hand was finger fucking her, hard! This went on for an eternity for her. She was being coaxed into cumming! She couldn’t control her body. Her nipples were being pinched as hard as possible, she screamed out in agony. She was pinned in and unable to stop this attack.
Andrew went on having fun with her body for a while longer. He almost didn’t want to stop, but in his mind time had become an issue. He did not want to overstay his welcome, which meant he didn’t want to be apprehended. He could have spent the entire rest of the night “just playing” with her!
But, catching her by surprise, he flipped her over, and for a last time handcuffed her wrists together behind her back. How it caught Stephanie unaware could have been from the “battle fatigue” she had gone through the entire day.
He bent her elbows extremely hard, and back more than he had before. She let out squeals of pain, and total frustration. Getting her up on her high heels, he moved her around to the back of the couch.
The top of her dress had fallen, exposing both her “grocery store Orange sized” tits! The two thin straps fell, caught around her ‘cuffed wrists. The neckline of the dress was just below her breasts, keeping them up.
Forcing her head down over the back of the couch, her face now staring at only the back cushions. Her ass was right there for Andrew, pointing upwards, right at his eye level. His boner was huge, and that was still with the dress covering her ass!
He slapped both cheeks very hard, listening to Stephanie squeal, like a piggie! Her high heels barely were touching the floor.
He looked down at those sexy legs, and warned her, “you kick with those heels, and this time I burn your house down, with YOU tied down INSIDE! Enjoy this fuck, Stephy!”
Like unveiling a bride, in the Middle East, he took the hem of her dress, with two hands and flipped it up, over her back. There it was, Stephanie Connors two cheeks, shaped very well, and he was ready to ram his cock between those two half moons!
Stephanie knew exactly what was going to happen next, she wasn’t a virgin to this type of intercourse. She’d done it several times, including in her marriage, however having this criminal use her body in this manner was not something she could accept. But, helpless, all Steph could do was scream, and pray her loud pleas were heard.
Andrew had another surprise/humiliation for her. He had one those wine bottles from the kitchen refrigerator, removing the cap he pushed it against her anus. Stephanie knew what a hard penis felt like between her butt cheeks, and this wasn’t it! Her screams, and cries were loud, but faded away quickly, to squeals!
“Squeal like the pig you are Stephy, it turns me on!”
He pushed the neck of the bottle into her dark star, and tipped it up, pouring cold wine down into her bowels! The cold liquid bit into her tissue, stinging, even burning, and smacking her reality, again, into a deep darkness.
Her body quivered, as he tipped the bottle up again, with the hideous laughter she had been subjected to, all day. Her insides were burning! But he wasn’t done, he started driving the neck of the bottle deeper into her ass! Her squeals had turned into crying, weak protests, then deteriorated into just begging him to stop. It was just the music he wanted to hear. He had broken the Christian woman’s spirit, maybe even her faith. He wondered what she would be willing to promise to do.
As Stephanie begged him to stop, he rammed the bottle a little deeper each time. Steph howled in pain, once, then her voice trailed off and back to begging to, “Ple…ase… stop ……pl..ea..se!”
His cock grew and he wanted to be sure to bury it between those buns she possessed. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. His dick had a very busy day, as did Stephy female holes!
He yanked the neck out of her ass, and let her cry, whimper in agony. Finally he asked her, “Stephy, my love, will you suck my dick again? Or do I shove it even farther up your sweet ass?”
There was just crying, “answer me, you piece of worthless pussy! Suck me off?”
Steph couldn’t help not hearing him, it had been a day of long duration.
“Which is it, Stephy?”
“Ok … ok .. I will suck …you again.”
Taking two fistfuls of her hair, he yanked her head back, her brown eyes staring up at the ceiling, “your sweet mouth is sooooo tempting, but I can get a good blow job from my next woman!” He released her hair, her face dropping back down, hard.
“The next one probably won’t have a phat ass like yours ….. so you get my cock!”
He pushed the head against her rear entrance, then pushed HARD, his hips thrusting forward! Steph cried out in total pain. He took the wine bottle and pored some on her ass, his cock, and just above her ass crack, letting the wine seep into her anus!
It was a rough ass fucking, he took as long as possible, until his cock could not hold back any longer. His sperm mixed in with her soft, injured tissue. He was done with this teacher, church leader, good neighbor, wife, and mother! His cock PLOPED out of her used ass. Her body went limp, it was as if he had fucked the air completely out of her.
He, too, almost felt the same way. He had lived out his fantasy, from the last 2 months. He had sexually used Stephanie Connors in every way he desired. He was tiring, not as much as Steph, but it had been one eventful day.
It was time for him to make his getaway, like out of this town, county, and make his way several states away. Before he would leave he had one more surprise for the Christian MILF!
He was so confident that he left her bent over the back of the couch. He went around the house collecting his items, and picking up a few souvenirs, her bra from that morning, and her panties!
He went back to her, she had slid back to the floor, in the back of the couch. He got her to her feet, this time, one more time, with a hard grip on the back of her neck. He pulled the straps of her dress back up to the tops of her shoulders, her nipples, never harder, pushing out from underneath her. She was forced to go where he made her go.
Back up the stairs, the same way he had taken her to the lower level, then back down the hallway, where she had run down after kicking him. At the end of the hallway, near her bedroom, is where she stopped when she saw the alternation he had quickly constructed. He let her stop to take it all in.
He had taken two skids from the garage, a table and some boxes, that he had piled up, unevenly. It was about 2 feet high from the carpeted floor. Her mind was clustered, panicked, at what she was seeing. Without giving her time to think any longer Andrew took her by the hips and lifted her up to the rocky top of the flimsy construction.
Suddenly Stephanie found herself struggling to keep balanced. Her wrists were still handcuffed behind her back, which made her balance all the more treacherous! He laughed just watching her.
He could see up her dress, from his position, seeing her cunt, enjoying cum running down the back of her legs!
“Don’t fall baby,” he pointed the opposite way, and the “construction” was right on the edge of the stairs going down. Stephanie’s mind was now confronted with a second set of problems, not falling down the stairs, or even off this uneven landing she was on. Andrew snapped a handcuff around her left ankle! She screamed out, he laughed at her, yelling at her, “try to escape this next ‘cuff and you will fall off …… stay still!”
Out of total fear from his words, and looking down the stairs, from the height of what she was standing on, Steph did so. She nervously watched him snap the other ‘cuff around her right ankle!
She cried out in pain, and disbelief. “No no … please no ..you can’t.”
“You are a very smart woman Stephy! Smart, intelligent, and with a sweet pussy! You gotta stay still, or you WILL fall, and if down those stairs, then you’ll be a dead woman! Fall the other way, and maybe you get lucky and only break your neck!”
His laugh was the sickest of the day.
He continued, as she was keeping her feet, in high heels, steady and unmoving.
“On yeah, you could kick your shoes off and be more secure, but you have heels with straps around you ankles! You are welcome! How long before your family calls tonight? Would it have been fun for me to talk to them with my cock up in your belly!!
He took a break to just let her soak in all he just told her. Then it started again.
“I really hope you don’t fall to your death, really I don’t. I am rooting for you to survive this. ‘Cause some day I would LOVE to come back and continue our romance! But if you don’t make it, well there would be no witness left!”
His laughter, again, echoed off the high beams!
Stephanie began to pleaded again to get her down. He only sneered at her, blew her a kisses!
“I didn’t gag you, because if you scream too loud or too much, you might lose your balance, and it will only take one slip or stumble!
He barely shook his construction and Stephanie squealed again, in fear, but kept her balance, barely, with heart jumping in her chest.
He walked away from her, and got to the front door, “Love you Stephy, you were all I expected and more! Hoping to see you again! Off to find another dumb ass woman, like you, and use them like the slut you were and all women are!”
She heard the door shut, and the car start up, and headlights flash. Steph was all alone, her knees involuntarily bent, and she flinched. Could she survive until her family returned?