When Annemarie got home from school, she noticed that the family's car was gone from the driveway. Kat, she presumed, had taken it to her club meeting.
"Anyone home?" Annemarie called out. She heard a faint rustling from the back of the house, and went to investigate.
Len was sitting on his bed, looking miserable. Annemarie sat beside him and asked, "Is anything the matter, Mr. Fontaine? Can I help you some way?"
"No," he said, smiling faintly. "I was just sitting here getting morose over nothing."
"Would you call it nothing that your wife doesn't like the sight of your prick?" she asked.
"What? How dare you say a thing like that, young lady!"
His shock and indignation were fake. The girl could tell. She answered, "Because it is the truth! I could not help seeing last night. What a farce! She actually was fighting you, and you were actually raping her. I had thought it all to be an elaborate sex game like I am used to."
"What do you mean by a sex game? You mean you actually like to be raped?"
"No, I don't think I would like to be raped. But that doesn't stop me from fantasizing about it I think it would be wonderful to be tied and raped by a Gestapo officer, tall and blond and dominant – and with a cock as big as yours," she said. She gazed at the bulge in the man's pants.
"The Gestapo were evil!"
"Yes, that's what makes it so kinky. And they were Gods. To see them marching along – so, perfect, so divine!"
"They were devils!" he flared, outraged.
"That, too," the girl agreed. "And their uniforms. All so nice and crisp and official looking. How exciting to hear them snap a command and to be forced to obey it!" She shuddered at the thought. She saw the bulge in Len's pants growing.
"That's, sick! YOU can't mean it."
"Things are so much freer in Europe," she said. "We can live out our fantasies and everyone benefits. No one gets hurt. Wouldn't you like to live out your rape fantasy? To tie down a nubile young girl, to feel her tits quivering under your powerful hands, to see her shivering nervously as your huge prick nears her wide-spread cunt? Wouldn't you like all those things?" she tormented.
"Yes, damn you, yes! But it's sick!"
"No, not if you want it. And not if I want it." She looked up, and their gazes met. The man knew it would be all right with this girl. She desired the very things he could offer her. He stood up, towering over her.
"I don't believe you're acting properly for a girl your age," he said. But she knew he was weakening. Soon, she hoped, he would discipline her!
"Oh, but I am, master. Really!" she said in a sweet, girlish tone. Her nipples sprang erect and poked out to farm little mushroom shapes beneath her blouse. She looked very desirable and completely vulnerable to whatever he wished to do to her.
"Don't contradict me!" he raged. "I will have to punish you if you persist!" He moved closer so that he could peer down her blouse of her tits. He reached out and cupped her tits, and then squeezed her tits hard enough to make her jerk from the sudden pain.
"Not so hard, master!" she cried, now knowing that he was hooked, ready to act out this rape fantasy.
"I'll do any damned thing I please, and no little girl is going to stop me!"
"Go to hell!" she screamed, trying to escape. She felt him clamp his hands like iron bands on her upper arms. Effortlessly, he lifted her and tossed her onto the bed. With her feet flat on the surface of the bed, she spread her legs apart.
This revealed her cunt fully for his observation. He licked his lips and then said, "Slut! You're wantonly begging me to fuck you! I can tell! I'll have to punish you!"
"No, master, no! Don't discipline me! The last time was much too severe! I can't stand it! I'll… I'll go wild if you do!" She felt the rising tide of excitement inside her cunt. Her cunt was frothy and ready to accept his cock.
"Bitch! I'll have to punish you for your own good!" She struggled to escape, tearing at his skin with her fingernails. But she ended up with her hands securely tied above her head. The rope hung over the headboard and was securely fastened to one of the legs of the bed. When she tried kicking him, he tied down her legs, too. She was held spread-eagle on the bed, entirely helpless.
They were both panting with excitement and exertion now. Len looked down at her bound form and smiled. The expression on his face seemed to show both evil and excitement.
The girl suddenly declared, "I know you! You're a Gestapo agent come to torture me! Don't deny it!"
"I don't deny it! Think what you will, but you're all mine! Say anything you want, but not till I've finished with you will I ever let you free! And you won't like it."
But the Dutch girl knew that she would like it. She felt him grabbing the inside of her thigh. But still she tried to get free of her bonds. The ropes holding her spread legs were tied too tightly for her to ever get free. But by straining hard, she was able to pull loose the bonds holding her hands.
She immediately found herself pressed down by the man's heavy weight. She struggled uselessly under his body until he tied her hands again. And this time, no amount of jerking would budge the knotted ropes.
"Slut!" he hissed. "I'll have to show you what a real man is like! This cunt of yours has probably seen the most degraded men in all of Europe. No more! Now it's going to get this!" He opened his fly and pulled out his thick prick.
The bound girl wet her lips at the sight of the man's cock. She wanted to lick and suck his cock all day. But her cunt was overflowing with love juice right now. She needed a man to fuck her good and take away the horrible ache in her pussy.
She strained mightily against her bonds and felt herself securely tied. Being tied down made her feel extra sexy and hot. No amount of movement on her part would dislodge his prick once he started fucking her. And that was exactly what she wanted, what she desperately needed.
"Those panties infuriate me! Too sophisticated for a little girl." He rubbed her panties where they covered her pussy lips. He lifted the tiny triangle of fabric, pulling the strings on either side of her hips.
He gave a sudden yank that ripped her panties off. She cried out in pain. The strings had cut into her flesh. And the way he jerked the cloth free from her gooey cunt sent a thrill of pain into her pussy.
She loved it and wanted more. "Don't do this to me!" she begged, saying just the opposite of what she wanted.
He sneered beautifully, saying, "Shut your mouth, cunt, or I'll shut it for you! Would you like a gag? Would you?"
"N-no, mister!" she said. "You wouldn't do that to me!"
"Hell I wouldn't!" He took a small rubber ball from a bedside table and forced it into her mouth. He tied a rope around her head, which held the ball securely. Now she could only moan and cry out, but not speak.
"I told you I wouldn't tolerate any back-talk! Now I am going to really show you what a man is like!"
She was totally helpless. She tried to pull her hands free, but the ropes around her wrists were too secure. She attempted to kick out, but the ropes on her ankles bit into her delicate flesh and sent shivers all the way up into her thighs. Even her ass was being tortured by the cruel ropes on her legs. The circulation was cut off, making her hands and feet feel chilly.
But worst of all, she was cut off from speaking. No longer could she tell him what she wanted, what she liked or didn't like. All that came from her mouth was a garbled mumble. The rubber ball totally stifled anything more than that.
She was helpless and completely at his mercy. And the way he had torn off her panties told her he didn't have any mercy. She was going to be raped by him no matter what she did.
No matter how she struggled, she was his sex slave. The man could use her as he pleased. When she saw him rip off his pants and crouch between her wide-spread legs, she cringed. His cock looked too big for her tiny cunt. He would rip her apart with his cock when he started fucking her. And there was nothing she could do! Nothing at all!
"Ummmm, nooooo!" she managed to mumble, but it did no good. He jumped on top of her. She watched him direct the ugly, knobby staff of his prick toward her gaping cunt. Using muscles she wasn't even aware of, she tried to close her cunt lips to him. She was determined to keep his prick out.
Her struggles did no good. He pressed the blunt head of his cock hard into her pussy lips. She shuddered as the purpled tip of his cock entered her cunt lips. She tiled to get away. She strained, pulling hard at her bonds. No matter how she turned or tugged, she was trapped like a fly in the middle of a spider's web. She was frightened and sore, and she thought she might choke to death on the rubber ball in her mouth.
Still, she had never felt as excited as she did now. Len was proving he was a real man, a man worthy of her respect and love. She moaned louder as his prick neared her cunt. And when he actually shoved forward, no amount of effort on her part could keep his prick out of her cunt.
She gasped and sobbed as he shot his prick all the way up her well-greased cunt. The lightning bolts of orgasm crashed into her young body and sent her into a sexual frenzy that she had never before experienced. The merest jerk of his prick inside her made her come. She knew it would be like this with Len, from the day she first saw him. But she hadn't realized it would last so long. The spark of delight refused to die in her cunt. The way the man's prick bucked and danced in her tiny cunt drove her to delicious new heights.
The bonds held her so firmly, she could thrash and exert herself to the maximum and it didn't matter. The feeling of security, of being held down so tightly, kept her passions aroused and pushed her to the limits of endurance.
"Liked it, didn't you, you sultry bitch?" he demanded. He was panting, and sweat from his forehead dropped onto her belly. She quivered as each salty drop hit her naked skin as if it were acid. She had never known such delight. She wanted it to last forever, but she was afraid he might do something to break the mood.
He withdrew his prick slowly. She groaned and wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. The ball in her mouth prevented it, and that gave her even bigger thrills.
The feel of his cock stretching her tiny cunt in all directions at once made her shudder and moan and try to escape his punishing prick. His hot breath gusting down onto her tits sensitized them and made her all too aware of the power this man had over her.
The muscles of his arms bulged as he supported himself over her. Then he slammed his prick into her cunt again. The impact would have slid her along the bed sheets if not for the bounds tightly holding her ankles. The ropes cut into her flesh, and the pain gave her a new sensation. The carnal delight she felt from his cock as it ripped into her juicy cunt, combined with the searing pain in her wrists and ankles gave her total pleasure.
Pleasure and pain merged and became one. They fueled the intense fire raging in her cunt. She came again. And then her insides seemed to explode. This was the most potent orgasm ever to rock bet eighteen-year-old body.
The man poising over her laughed. "Loving every second of it, aren't you, cunt? This is going to be for real, this time! Now I'm going to really shove it in!"
And he did. He plunged his prick up and down in her cunt until she was consumed with a burning fire that refused to die. She felt shaken and tossed high on the savage winds of orgasm. She clamped down firmly on the cock buried balls-deep in her cunt.
"Slut!" the man grunted. "You're trying to rip my cock out by the roots! I've never felt a pussy that could grip down as hard as yours! And so damned juicy, too. Can't believe it. Just can't!"
She wanted to tell him to really fuck her now, to string her out sexually and then give it all to her at once. But the ball in her mouth prevented her from talking. Tensing and relaxing, she gave him the message through her pussy.
He fucked faster.
The tiny fires gnawing at her flesh burst into massive blazes. The friction of his cock against her velvety cunt walls was almost too much for her to bear. And now, in addition to the wondrous feel of his monstrously huge prick in her cunt. She could feel him stimulating her clit every time he sank into her pussy.
She erupted like a volcano. Her cunt juices seethed out and boiled onto his balls. That spurred him on even more. He drove his spike of manly cock so hard into her she was sure he would bruise her cunt lips. She tossed from side to side, her long blonde hair whipping around her. It was the only motion her bonds permitted.
The rubber ball between her teeth suddenly sprang out as the rope holding it in came loose. "Aieeeee!" she cried. "I want more! Goddamn, fuck me gooood!"
"Damn bitch!" he muttered, but he fucked faster. His hips seemed to blur with the speed of the fucking. And when it seemed that he couldn't possibly give it to her any faster or harder or longer, he did.
She came, and the universe shattered around her. All she was aware of was the prick inside her tiny cunt and the wondrous feel of his body pressing down onto hers. Her tits at the point of exploding, her belly heaving, her lungs seared with the liquid fire she was breathing, she came the hardest she had ever come. She achieved the ultimate in human pleasure at that moment.
Annemarie gasped for air as he continued to piston hard into her softly yielding pussy. The bed was rocking back and forth, the springs sounding as if they would break under the load.
Then it happened. The bonds slipped loose. The ropes holding her legs broke, and his extra-hard thrust into her cunt sent her sliding across the bed. She twisted, and her hands came free. For a brief instant, she was torn between keeping her legs spread wide for him and running.
To stay meant maintaining the joys ripping through her body. But to run promised even greater delight. She jumped off the bed and ran.