Erica and Eddie returned home shortly after Debra and Amanda finished their final passionate fuck of the day. Debra had slipped out the back door and Amanda barely had time to dress before the teens had charged into the kitchen and ransacked the refrigerator looking for a quick snack.
"Great party going on at Curtis' house tonight," Eddie explained, draining a glass of orange juice in several loud swallows. "We're gonna pick up some of the gang and catch a pizza before heading over, so don't make anything we like for dinner."
"It'll probably run pretty late, so don't wait up," Erica chimed in. "And don't worry, we won't get into any trouble. Curtis' grandfather lives next door, so he'll probably be checking on us."
Amanda started to offer some friendly maternal advice, but stopped short. Her children were old enough to take care of themselves, and judging from what she had witnessed this weekend, they were more mature than she had ever given them credit for.
"Have fun," she said at last. "And if you drink too much and can't drive, please call me for a lift. I won't be mad." She kissed both of them on the head as they grabbed their coats and raced for the front door.
A moment later Amanda found herself alone again, and grateful to have some time to herself. So much had happened over the past two days that her mind reeled thinking about it.
Debra had been right. Amanda had rediscovered some of the excitement that had long been missing from her marriage. But Jake would be home tomorrow and she knew that everything would quickly return to its original boring pattern.
The thought brought a tear to Amanda's eye, which she quickly wiped away. She had learned just how exhilarating sex could be, but deep down nothing had changed. She couldn't leave Jake. Despite everything, she still loved him and needed shim. If only he were more fulfilling iii bed.
Amanda tried to erase her growing desperation by doing some much-needed housework, and after a quick dinner she curled up on the sofa with a book and the television. Somehow, she had decided, her life would change, even if it meant sneaking around behind her husband's back while he was gone. This weekend had opened up new vistas for her, and she wasn't about to give that up.
Amanda was deeply engrossed in a game show when the doorbell rang. Thinking it was Debra arriving for a quickie, she opened the door wide and came face to face with a vision that made her blood freeze. Before her stood a large man hidden behind a wool ski mask. He wore a dingy denim jacket and faded blue jeans – and in his hand was a knife.
Amanda stumbled backward and tried to slam the door shut, but the man pushed hard against it, sending her sprawling into the living room. He kicked the door closed and was on her in a second, his massive girth pinning her to the floor.
"Please don't hurt me," she whimpered, her heart racing. "I'll give you all the money I have. Please don't hurt me!"
"I don't want your fucking money," the man growled. Despite his wool mask, the smell the vile scent of alcohol on his breath. He pressed the knife firmly against Amanda's throat. "I want you! Now strip!"
"No!" Amanda cried. Her mind went blank and she stared at her attacker for a long second, confused by all that had happened.
"I'll slit your fucking throat if you don't do as I say!" the man hissed hoarsely. "Take off your clothes!"
Amanda stood up and slowly removed her shorts and the tattered T-shirt that barely hid her quivering tits. As she stripped, the man placed what appeared to be a small black doctor's bag on the living room table, then yanked the telephone cord from the wall with a quick jerk.
Amanda stood in the middle of the room, her naked body shivering from fear and cold. She vainly attempted to cover her tits and pussy with her arms, but it was a losing effort. She simply had too much to lose.
The man stood before her for a moment, the knife still clutched tightly in one hand, the length of cord dangling from the other. His gaze slowly trailed down Amanda's voluptuous body, and Amanda could ace that his cock was growing hard in his pants.
The man brusquely pushed Amanda's arms away from her body so that she stood before him completely uncovered. He grinned wickedly beneath his mask, then turned Amanda around and tightly tied her hands together behind her back. Once certain that she could not get free, he tied the other end of the long cord around her neck and held it like a dog's leash.
"Suck my cock, bitch!" he ordered, yanking hard on the cord.
"No!" Amanda cried. "I can't!"
The man slapped her viciously across the face and Amanda staggered back a few steps before regaining her balance. Her cheeks stung and burned from the unexpected blow.
"Suck my cock, you fucking little cunt!" the man barked. Sobbing, Amanda dropped to her knees before him as he unzipped his pants and pulled them down hastily around his knees. His cock was long and thick, and Amanda shut her eyes tight as he forced it between her lips and deep into her mouth.
"Suck it good, baby?" the man sneered. Amanda felt like gagging, but she sucked on the man's prick as best she could in the hope that he wouldn't hurt her anymore if she did as he said.
Amanda found it difficult to keep her balance with her arms bound tightly behind her back, but she found a rhythm that allowed her to take her attacker's prick into her mouth without tumbling forward. His cock was hot and tasted bitter, but she sucked it hard and caressed it with her tongue in an attempt to make him cum so he would leave.
"You suck cock like a real pro, baby!" the man snickered. "I'll bet you've sucked a lot of cock over the years!"
He took Amanda's head in his hands and guided her back and forth, fucking her mouth as if it were a cunt.
"Make me cum, baby," Amanda's attacker whispered in a frightening sing-song voice. "I want you to taste my jizz! It's sweet as honey!"
Amanda's heart beat loudly in her chest as the man worked his cock roughly between her lips and into her mouth. There was no choice of escape, and no telling what he would do to her.
"Do you like having my hard cock in your mouth?" the man asked, his voice slightly muffled behind the wool bunting of his ski mask.
Amanda nodded her head vigorously. Her response came partly from fear, but also from the disconcerting realization that her cunt was burning with desire. She didn't want to admit it, but being tied and taken by force excited her, made her want to feel a cock between her legs.
The man slapped Amanda roughly about the head, startling her and making her cower.
"You like it too Goddamn much, don't you, you fucking nympho?" he hollered, his gravelly voice echoing through the empty house. "You're a hot little cunt, aren't you? You want to be fucked by a real man?"
Amanda stared at her attacker, stiff with fear and hot with desire. She didn't know how to respond.
The man pushed her to the floor so that her face was pressed hard against the carpet. He dropped to his knees behind her and hoisted her hips high into the air with a quick jerk.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass, baby!" the man laughed. "Ever have a long hard cock in your tight little asshole?" He yanked hard on the cord around Amanda's neck.
"No!" Amanda begged, panic-stricken. "Please don't! Please! I'll do anything else that you want, just don't fuck me in the ass!"
The man pressed two fingers into Amanda's tight asshole. Amanda cried out in pain as he roughly penetrated her virgin shithole, but her reaction only evoked a round of angry laughter.
"I've never felt an asshole so ripe for fucking!" he panted, excited by the prospect. He pressed his thick cockhead between Amanda's asscheeks and slowly forced his prick into her puckered asshole.
"Please God!" Amanda wailed as her attacker drew his prick from her asshole and slowly forced it back in again. He did this, over and over, forcing it in harder and harder each time. "Oh God! It hurts! Please…"
"Shut the fuck up!" the man snapped yanking hard on the cord wound tightly around Amanda's throat. "One more sound and I'll slit your fucking throat!"
Amanda suffered in silence as the man repeatedly violated her tender asshole, taking perverse pleasure in her agony.
The pain had been excruciating at first, but the more he fucked her, the less it hurt. In fact, the ramming of his cock deep inside Amanda's body was having an unexpectedly pleasant reaction on her cunt. How she wanted his cock inside her pussy!
"Is this the best ass-fucking you've ever had?" the man gasped. Amanda could tell he was close to shooting his wad. Maybe then he would leave. Her attacker yanked hard on the cord again. "I said, is this the best ass-fucking you've ever had?" He viciously thrust his cock deep into her asshole, making her cry out.
"Yes!" she whispered.
"I can't hear you."
"It's the best ass-fucking I've ever had," Amanda moaned. She felt totally degraded by the monster kneeling on the floor behind her, but she couldn't deny the orgasm that was slowly building between her thighs. A few more minutes of having her ass reamed and she would cum and nothing could stop it.
"Do you want me to cum?" the man taunted. Amanda nodded as best she could. Her arms ached and her legs were starting to cramp.
"Yes," she said. "I want you to cum."
The man slapped Amanda hard across the ass, raising an ugly red welt on one white cheek.
"You lying cunt!" he yelled. "You don't want me to cum inside your ass, do you?"
"Yes I do," Amanda replied, hoping to calm him. "I want to feel you explode inside me."
The man yanked hard on the telephone cord leash.
"I want to cum inside your cunt!" he hissed. "I want you to feel my cock inside your pussy! Would you like that?"
"Yes," Amanda whimpered. Half of her wanted this incredible nightmare to end, while the other half wanted to feel the man's cock fuck her hard and deep until she screamed. She didn't know which way to turn.
"Close your eyes," the man ordered. He stood up behind Amanda and removed his shoes and pants, which were bunched around his ankles.
Amanda did as she was instructed, closing her eyes so tightly that little bursts of light ignited inside her head. Sir didn't want to see this man's face, to have it haunt her forever. She wanted him to top torturing her, to leave her house forever.
That was what any normal woman would want – so why was her cunt so hot and hungry? Her desire made her feel like a fuck-hungry slut but she couldn't deny it. She wanted to feel the man's cock inside her before he left.
Amanda heard the man walk aver to the living room table and retrieve something from the bag. He then walked up quietly behind her as she lay on the floor, placed a blindfold over her eyes and untied her hands.
Rolling her over on her back, he retied them in front of her, then pulled her arms tight over her head and attached the cord to the leg of the living room table. Moments later Amanda heard the click of the living room light and the room was drenched in a darkness magnified a dozen times by the blindfold across Amanda's eyes.
Amanda trembled uncontrollably, her entire body exposed and available. Every orifice was open and ready, despite her protestations.
"You look very pretty tonight," the man said softly. He ran his hands across her warm skin, than plunged a single finger into her dripping cunt.
"You want to be fucked, don't you?" he asked, his voice harder. Amanda nodded vigorously, her mind reeling.
With a grunt the man threw himself on top of her and thrust his hard cock deep into her cunt. Amanda grunted in surprise, both scared and excited by the sudden intrusion.
"How does it feel to be fucked with the same cock that used to be up your ass?" the man hissed, his cock working like a thick, hard piston between Amanda's legs. He kissed her hard, pressing his lips viciously against hers in a vile mockery of tenderness. His tongue invaded her mouth, caressing its sensitive interior. He tasted of liquor and Amanda suddenly felt nauseated.
"Your pussy is so fucking tight!" the man moaned as he fucked her hard and deep. "Christ, it feels so fucking good! I've never had a cunt so hot and wet!"
Despite everything, Amanda could feel a fire growing deep inside her cunt, rumbling and eager to burst forth. The man's cock filled her completely, pressing hard against the pink walls of her cunt and her sensitive clit. She squirmed against his unrelenting attack, trying desperately to bring forth the orgasm that was torturing her.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" the man asked with a sneer. "Best cock you've ever had, huh?"
"Yes!" Amanda moaned, overcome with lust as the man's cock penetrated her pussy over and over and over. "Please fuck me!"
She was both excited and ashamed at her reaction to what should have been a traumatic ordeal.
The man stopped moving, leaving his hard cock hidden between the pink folds of Amanda's cunt.
"What did you say?"
"Fuck me harder!" Amanda whimpered, pressing her hips hard against the man's pelvis. "Please. I'm so close to cumming!"
"Beg for it," the man said. She could sense the sneer that was pasted across his face. "Beg for my cock, and I might give it to you, bitch!"
"Please fuck me with your hard prick!" Amanda whispered. Where was her self-respect? Why didn't she fight this man, this animal who beat her and degraded her so? She had no answers. All she wanted was his cock inside her.
The man slowly drew his prick from Amanda's cunt and ever so slowly worked it back in. His pace quickened and soon he was fucking her with all his might, his cock reaming her pussy like a giant pink log. He squeezed her tits violently, evoking a lust-filled moan.
"I'm gonna cum soon!" the man said urgently. "Do you want me to cum inside you?"
"Yes!" Amanda groaned, close to orgasm herself. "Fill me up!"
The man laughed and quickly yanked his cock from Amanda's pussy. He climbed across her body until his cock was level with her head.
"Forget it, baby!" he sneered. "You're gettin' this load in the face!" He stroked his cock vigorously.
"Please!" Amanda whimpered. "Put it inside me! Please!"
Seconds later Amanda heard her attacker groan loudly and felt jet after jet of his thick white cum splatter across her unprotected face. It stuck to her for a moment, then slowly oozed down her cheek and forehead.
"You bastard!" Amanda shrieked, her fear overcome with anger. "You fucking son of a bitch!" She struggled vainly against the cord that held her to the floor.
The man quickly rolled off her and raced to the living room table. Amanda could see nothing, but she heard what sounded like a bottle cap being unscrewed, then felt a handkerchief pressed firmly to her face. She struggled violently, inhaling the vile vapors that filled her nostrils. The odor brought back a vivid memory from high school biology class – chloroform!
Seconds later her mind went dim and she slowly melted against the carpet, unconscious.