The scratching at her window came again. Lisa pulled the thin nightgown around her body. She had the awful feeling of someone watching her and she was unable to look back. She'd been blind since birth. Usually, it wasn't much of a bother for her.
Now it was frightening her out of her wits.
The window popped open and a gust of wind tugged open her nightgown revealing her trim, supple young body. She didn't think of how she looked, that her naked body might be turning on any watchers. Somehow, it just wasn't possible for her to think in sighted people's terms.
The man crouching in the window, however, was getting a real eyeful. Lisa was beautiful. She was twenty, perhaps twenty-one, and every inch a woman. The firm, jutting tits were made to be stuffed into a hungry mouth. The trim waist was almost small enough to circle with both hands. The man couldn't take his eyes off her snatch, though.
That looked promising, damned promising.
"Who's there?" she demanded. "Who is it?"
He made no sound. He only watched and waited.
She began stumbling around the bedroom going for the door. As she turned, he got a good look at her profile. It made his cock turn cartwheels. The woman's nipples were hard, erect. The wind was doing that, the wind and her fright. The flare of her ass gleamed whitely in the dim light of the bedroom. And for a second, the man could see the snowy flash of long, trim legs under the pale yellow dressing gown.
He liked what he saw. His prick was already swelling in his arousal, aching for something warm and wet and willing.
He was going to rape her.
"Answer me!" she screamed from the door. "I know you're here! I can hear you breathing!"
He knew she was blind. Everyone on the block knew it. It didn't take any genius to figure that out the way she used a white cane. A pity. She was a beautiful chick. The wind tore at her hair and swung it back from her frightened face in a golden stream making her even more attractive.
But it was the gold mine between her soft, tender thighs he was after. She probably could hear his breathing. The sight of her excited him. But he wasn't going to do anything to let her be able to identify him afterwards. Since she couldn't see, she was a lovely candidate for a rape.
He dropped quietly into the bedroom. He moved softly on the rug but her acute hearing betrayed his movements.
"Leave or I'll scream!"
He came closer only to have her bolt and run down the hallway. She was futilely trying to dial the police when he caught up with her. The first thing he'd done was cut the phone wires. He wasn't stupid.
He was just hornier than hell.
But not for long. His fingers closed like iron gripe on her soft upper arms. He pulled her struggling body closer and closer to his. This was fun. She couldn't see him, didn't know who he was. And God but she was beautiful!
He could barely believe his good luck. Kissing her was like kissing a wildcat. She scratched and tried to bite him. This only excited him more. He loved it when they fought back.
She managed to pull free for a moment and rush to the front door. It wouldn't open, no matter how hard she tugged at it. Turning, she gasped, "Who are you? What have you done to my door?"
In a low whisper he was sure could never be recognized, he said, "I nailed it shut from the outside, sweetie. Now come here and spread those lovely legs for me."
"You're going to rape me, aren't you?"
"You're wising up fast. Yeah, I'm gonna rape you. Make it easy or make it hard. Don't much matter to me. In fact, I sort of like it when they scream and carry on."
He moved closer toward her. He easily caught her and shoved her hard against the wall. She clutched wildly at the wall for support, panting and beginning to cry. For a second, she was too terrified to fight.
When she felt his wet lips on her naked boobs, she almost fainted. This wasn't the way it should be. That could have been Carl's mouth all over her tits. It should have been.
But it wasn't. That mouth belonged to some man she'd never see. She didn't want him doing any of the things to her that Carl did. The woman wasn't going to expect miracles, though. She knew he was going to rape her, this mystery man who'd come in through her bedroom window in the middle of the night.
"Ummmm, tasty jugs you got," he mumbled.
She felt his tongue stab out and smash hard into her nipple. In spite of her terror, she felt her body begin its instinctive response to pleasure, to the stimulation of her sensitive boobs.
"Hey it's gettin' hard, damned hard." He laughed harshly as he moved her pebble-like nipple around in a wide circle with his finger. "Your nipple's getting like a rock, too. But not as hard as I am."
He stood and pressed his body against hers. She could feel his cock pressing against her leg. Struggling did no good. Her arms were held tightly and she was pinned against the wall.
Screwed to the wall. The expression took on new meaning for her. As his cock rubbed up and don against the tender inside of her thigh, she knew this was literally what was going to happen to her. He was going to fuck her right there.
"Stop, please, I beg you!" she sobbed.
"Hey, tears. I like 'em salty!"
She cringed as she felt his hot breath against her cheek. His rough tongue licked up and down her cheek to slurp up her tears. No matter what she did, he seemed to love it.
"Stopped cryin' already? Christ, what kinds victim are you?"
He shook her a little, then pulled the nightgown down off her shoulders and halfway down her back. There he pulled the ends of the nighty forward. Her arms were held firmly at her sides. She couldn't possibly escape him now, not as long as he held the ends together.
"Yeah, little lady. You ain't going anywhere. Not till I let you. Not till my friend is fed."
She shivered again as she felt the blunt-headed cock poke upwards toward her snatch. Trying to cross her legs did no good. He was already too close to her cunt. His thick hips forced her legs apart with a pressure she couldn't hope to fight.
"Con on, damn you, struggle! Don't make it easy for me to fuck you!"
She felt the knobby end of his prick pushing against her pussy lips. No matter how she turned or twisted, she couldn't move. The cock head thrust against her sex lips, then moved inside her cunt.
For a moment, she didn't know what to do. She wasn't wet with lust. That just wasn't possible for her. Yet… yet the feel of his cock inside her twat made her body turn all weak and shivery. It was just like any other man's cock.
The only difference was she didn't know this man, didn't want him fucking her.
"Don't?" she screamed. There didn't seem anything left to do. He was going to rape her. She might as well scream and take her chances. One of the neighbors might hear her and report it to the police. That was her only hope of escaping sheer and total degradation.
"You shush up or you got big troubles. Bigger'n, my friend here." He jammed his cock another inch up her cunt. She could feel the huge prick jumping around like a racehorse in the starting gate. He was aroused and ready to fuck. There was no way of telling what he would do to her if she robbed him of his moment of triumph now.
"I'm going to scream as loud as I can if you don't leave!"
"You scream and I'll cut your tongue out. You like that? Then maybe I'll cut your ears off, too. Blind, dumb and deaf. You'll be a fucking vegetable. And when you're down to nothing but smell and feel, I'll be standin' there pissing all over you."
The thought of a hot, smelly stream of urine pouring over her made her break down and cry. She couldn't cope with this man.
"Yeah, sweetie, that's what it would be like. The hot piss goin' in your eyes and mouth and nose. And in that lovely hair of yours. You wouldn't want me to cut you up and then do all that to you?"
"No," she cried, her voice a small, trapped animal sound.
"I wouldn't either. I'm just horny. I want some ass and you got the nicest one I seen in a long time."
She felt his hands moving over the smooth curve of her buttocks. His hand paused for a moment, then the fingers dug deep into the canyon between her ass checks. He thrust a finger up her asshole.
"Hot, God it's hot up there! And tight. Just like your cunt."
He jerked his hips around and drove his prick into her cunt all the way. She cried out involuntarily at the sudden thrust up her ungreased cunt. The love juices just weren't flowing. Those came when she was hot, when she was willing to screw.
It wasn't for a rapist.
"Hmmm, you're a tight one. No virgin, but what the hell? I can't have everything, can I?"
"You son of a bitch!"
"That's more like it! Show some spirit while I fuck you!"
She bit don on her lower lip. He liked hearing her say things like that. She didn't want to goad him on. The woman just wanted it over and done with as fast as possible.
"I know what you're thinking, sweetie. You think you'll keep clammed up and I'll fuck you and then split. Not that simple. I'm gonna get my rocks off, no matter how much you cooperate or don't."
She felt his body tense again as he ground his crotch into hers. It straightened her legs and brought her up on tiptoe. He was impaling her with a hard spike of cock. Now he was lifting her off the ground. She could even feel his balls wetly slapping against her ass.
"Yeah, that's a good girl. Keep that cunt all tensed up. I love the feel of it surrounding my prick. My old buddy there gets hard up and I don't know how else to help him. So every now and then I find him some nice warm pussy. Like yours."
He suddenly pulled her down to the floor, his cock never leaving her quim. She tried to roll, to turn away. He controlled her easily by gripping her nightgown. The nylon material wrapped itself like a rope around her arms while exposing her tits and cunt to his lustful abuses.
He began a slow rocking motion. She felt his prick sliding back and forth in her cunt. At first, there was nothing but friction. Dry skin rubbed raw against her pussy walls. Then she began to get just a little turned on. Not that she enjoyed it but her body was responding to an ages old rhythm.
His fucking caused her pussy to drool just enough love juice to lubricate her walls. The sliding action of his cock inside her began mare hurried.
He seemed to sense her yielding.
"Why are you doing this?" she pleaded, hoping to take his mind off the rape. If he didn't notice the way her body was betraying her, maybe he would leave.
He noticed instantly.
"Well, sweetie, that little box of yours is gettin' to be right thoughtful of my cock. I actually feel a little maiden juice coming out of your snatch, don't I?"
He began fucking her with long, deep strokes. She warmed to it. Her body shivered again, partly from the cold, partly from the warmth spreading throughout her loins. The white hot poker of his prick was stroking her desires. It was perverted for her to start enjoying a rape. She just couldn't help it.
"With you so thoughtful, lemme return the favor," he said.
Then his mouth was busy at her tits again. She felt his mouth suck up her nipple and pull it hard into his mouth. The blood rushed to the end of her boob. Throbbing with life, she had to gasp.
His tongue danced around her jug until she wasn't able to remember who she was, where she was, what was happening. All she knew was the pleasure of that mouth all over her knocker and the hard prong of a cock thrust all the way up her cunt.
Those were her universe, those were her enjoyment.
His tongue spiraled down the slope of one snowy tit. The silken skin seemed to flow out from under his rough, wet tongue. When he reached the base of one of her boobs, he licked and lapped the entire length of the deep crevice between her tits. When she was sobbing from enjoyment, he started up the other tit.
He repeated his oral tactics. His tongue searched out every single square inch of her tit flesh. He lightly nipped at her skin until angry red blotches marred the perfection of her huge tits. Then he sucked in the tip of her boob until she was gasping again.
When he pressed his tongue don hard into her nipple, he mashed it into the soft marshmallowy flesh underneath. She could feel her heart beating wildly at the oral attention.
He wasn't content with this. She felt the hot gusts of his breath as he worked his way up to her throat. His tongue pressed firmly down and then traced back along the line of her jaw.
At the hollow under her ear, he licked avidly. His hands stroked over her flanks, sought out her flaring ass and gripped it, pulling her body even closer to his.
All the time this was happening, she felt his prick slowly rocking back and forth in its tight berth of her cunt.
He took the earlobe between his teeth and bit down. She struggled as she heard his voice hotly in her ear. "Keep calm, sweetie, and we'll both get our rocks off."
His tongue then lanced out cock-hard and engaged in a mock fucking of her ear. She found she didn't want him to go away. She wanted him to bring her to the brink of human pleasure, then shove her over using his cock. The woman had actually surrendered to her body's demands to be fucked.
"Go on, please, ooooh, get it over with!"
"Soon, sweetie, soon. As soon as I want it over!"
His mouth worked back down her face scooping up any of the dried tears. She felt his rough tongue finally leave and go back toward her tits. She wanted to cry or scream or fight. Her body wanted to be balled.
As soon as he shoved his hands all the way under her ass and lifted, there was no turning back for her. He lifted her body into an arch on the floor. She couldn't get her arms freed from her nightie and now only her head, shoulders and feet touched the ground. There was no escaping the hard plunging battering ram of his cock.
He was fucking her faster now. Gone was the methodical techniques he'd used to get her wet. Now he was raping her.
She rocked her body from side to side but this only made it worse. His prick drilled into her manhole and actually stimulated her. The way his fingers parted her ass cheeks made her certain he'd rip her apart. But it didn't matter.
All that mattered to her now was the hard, long pole of rigid cock vanishing far up her cunt.
"Stop it!" she cried. "Why are you doing this to me? Ohhhh!"
"Hey, sweetie likes my cock, doesn't she? Admit it, damn you, you lousy cunt! Admit you like my prick inside your slimy hole!"
"Yes, oh, yessss!"
"That's what I thought. All you bitches are the same. Do anything for a real man's prick."
She wanted to scream but, didn't dare. And somehow, the feel of his cock deep inside her made the terror into something different. She was still scared, there could be no doubt of that. But now she wanted him to fuck her as much as she wanted him to go and leave her alone.
The cravings of her body and the workings of her mind collided. She was so confused! Finally, her body won the struggle. She'd let him ball her and enjoy it if she could. He really hadn't hurt her. She didn't really think he would harm her if she went along with his crude lovemaking.
She was right.
He panted as he pumped hard into her body. The divine slit of her crotch was neatly speared by his prick. He shoved his prong hard into her cunt, opening the delicate pussy lips and watching his length vanish into her depths. The rigid flaps of sex lip on each side of his cock appeared to be lewdly kissing his manhood.
The trembling in her body was now from both fright and arousal. The waves of enjoyment from the fucking started warming her guts. She felt the familiar shivers of an orgasm growing in her belly. If he kept stroking as hard and fast as he was now, it wouldn't take long before she came.
A tiny animal-like moan escaped her lips. It was all she could utter. She wanted to tell him to fuck her faster, to dive harder into her cunt. The passions raging in her could only be stilled by his hard length of prick.
He clit off any possible comment by brutally kissing her. His tongue lashed out like a whip and slavered over her mouth.
She gasped as she felt him pistoning even harder into her pussy. He was lifting her higher off the floor with each thrust. Her body was at the breaking point. She wanted more, she was getting as much as he could give.
The woman smelled the sweat from his body, the pungent odor of a man sexually aroused, even her own musky scent. They all mixed together in a rainbow of odors that helped her get by without sight. She depended on smell and touch and hearing to fill in where she couldn't see.
For a brief moment, she wished she could see the man raping her. The way his cock felt, she was sure he was powerfully built. How she wished she could reach out and touch him, to feel his arms, his back, his ass as he drove his cock into her!
Arms still pinned at her sides, she was denied the sense of feel except in her cunt. The feel of his prick against her now juicy pussy walls told her he was about at the point of climax. The broad arrowhead of his cock was expanding with added lust for her.
She tried clamping don on his buried length with her cunt muscles. To hold him inside her a second longer would give her an orgasm.
It wasn't possible. His powerful hips kept his cock reaming her out. When she felt the liquid gush of his cum, she knew he wasn't going to satisfy her needs.
To be raped was bad, evil, horrible, terrible. But to be denied the sexual release after he'd stroked the fires of her passion was even worse. He was cruel, heartless.
She hated him more than she'd ever hated anyone.
She felt his cock go limp inside her cunt. The dribble of his jism flowed out, and down the inside of her thigh. Lisa heard him grunt as he pulled himself upright.
"You're a damn good lay. Don't let nobody tell you different."
She was frightened to move. "Wh-what are you going to do?" she managed.
There was no answer. The blood still pounded loudly, in her ears. She concentrated. Finally Lisa heard the scrape of leather on wood from her bedroom. The man was leaving by the window. He was gone!
She freed her arms from the tangle of her nightgown and, for long minutes, cried bitterly. She couldn't remember being more humiliated, more degraded, in all her life.