Darkest Night Ch. 02
Later, she would wonder how things would have played out if she hadn’t done it. But, lacking sufficient alternatives, she punched him. The blow landed about mid-chest, fairly solidly but without enough force to do more than anger him. He slapped her in response, just hard enough to leave her face stinging. His swift capture of her hands prevented further retaliation, and after quickly lifting her toward him, she soon found her wrists confined with a set of handcuffs he pulled from his pocket. The handcuffs were behind her, but she had seen in the quick manipulations he performed that they had been modified in some way. For one thing, the chain between the two cuffs was longer than the standard distance. There was some kind of fur covering the metal of the shackles, making the feeling one of soft control. With her hands confined, she could feel the cold length of chain against her back when he pushed her back down to the floor.
He held her firmly against the floor with one of his meaty hands against her throat. He did not apply pressure, but resisted any effort she made to free herself. “Please, don’t do this to me again.” She once again begged him to stop, without any real hope that he would.
“You don’t want me to fuck you again, Michelle?” His voice was not harsh, but it easily conveyed his skepticism.
Understandably, she screamed silently at herself. He can tell that I’m excited. I don’t want this! But I can’t help responding. What the hell is WRONG with me? She shook her head, as much at herself as at him. “I want you to drop dead.” She forced herself to speak harshly, ignoring the heat in her body as his free hand continued to caress her. “I want you to stop, please.” She whispered the last as his fingers traced the outline of her panties again. She could not actually remember when he had lifted her skirt again, but the heat of his touch made her weak with anticipation.
She was anticipating his rape this time. She could feel her body responding, feel the moisture between her thighs. The hell of it was that this man was creating a stronger response than any lover she’d had in the past. He lay beside her on the floor, smiling when she closed her legs immediately against him. He propped on his elbow, looking at her as the hand at her throat slid down to touch her breasts. “You are mine, Shelly” He whispered the words close to her ear, his warm breath tickling the inside of her ear and sending another little electric thrill through her body. “See how much you want me? I know you think it’s wrong, but this is how you need it. You need to be taken, you have to lose control.” As he spoke softly in her ear, his fingers pinched each of her nipples alternately.
She shook her head again, tears forming as she realized the truth of his statement. She was ready to be fucked, only moments after having her home invaded again. When he slid his hand down her body, she clenched her thighs together more tightly, knowing he would feel the wet, eager response of her body if he felt her pussy. He did not attempt to force his hand between her thighs, concentrating on the exposed flesh between the elasticized top of her stockings and the tiny scrap of fabric shielding her pussy. He watched her quivering reaction, smilingly wondering if she realized that he was not restraining her.
Her eyes followed the movement of his fingers, the stark contrast of her white skin against his own mesmerizing. She sucked her lower lip as his fingers approached the juncture of her thighs again. Closing her eyes, she allowed her legs to fall apart slightly, hoping he would take the unspoken invitation. He dipped her fingers into the warm space created by her open thighs, pressing against her center. She closed her eyes more tightly and parted her legs a little more. He growled softly in reaction to her compliance. Using one finger, he lifted the panties away from her flesh, pulling the silky material up and watching her face. He pulled the garment to one side, letting it rest against her skin, no longer concealing her pussy from his view. As he traced the smoothly shaven lips of her pussy, she twitched in reaction.
When the doorbell rang, her eyes flew open immediately. She closed her thighs, trapping his hand against her pussy, and tried to sit up. “Who’s at the door, Shelly?” The question stopped her instantly, and she realized that without this interruption, she would have complied with his seduction.
“My date, Randy.” She answered automatically, still intensely aware of his hot fingers against her moist cunt. “Let me up.”
“Hold on, bitch,” he replied. He squirmed his hand enough to slide one thick finger into the welcoming heat of her juicy pussy. “Do you really want the guy on the other side of the door?” His thumb applied pressure to her clit, and she felt it pulsing in response. “Ignore the door, and he’ll go away.” He pulled his finger out of her pussy, using the moisture to lubricate her nipple before sucking the taut bud into his mouth.
She hesitated a moment before screaming for help. Insanity aside, this was wrong, and she needed help to get out of the situation. If Randy left, no one else would hear her screaming, since the neighbors were gradually disappearing. The young woman next door had moved three months ago, and the apartment was still empty. The black man laughed when he released her nipple, which she found strange. He pulled her to her feet, propelling her toward the door. When he reached out to open the door, she felt like protesting. Her breasts were exposed, but then, the person outside was supposed to help her out of the situation. Randy stood silently for a moment, and she spoke quickly, uncertain how the rapist would react. “Help me, Randy.”
“Oh, I will, baby.” Randy moved into the apartment, smiling wolfishly, and she felt a rush of dread. It turned to horror when he spoke to the man behind her. “Yo, Reggie. Just like we planned, huh, buddy?” The men exchanged some type of closed fist greeting, ignoring her for a moment as they celebrated the culmination of some devious scheme. Randy looked at Michelle again, nodding as he took in the sight of her soft breasts and stiff nipples. Just as she was preparing to run, Reggie grabbed her shoulders, pulling her against him and tipping her head back with one hand in her hair. Michelle tried unsuccessfully to claw Reggie, but his thick jeans prevented her from doing any damage.
Randy sucked her nipples, lifting each breast to his mouth and feasting on them greedily. His teeth grazed the sensitive nipples, his tongue laving the tiny injury. She struggled against the two men, but without any genuine hope of escape. Reggie, she thought. At least I know his name now. The irony of that thought was not lost on her, and she twisted violently against the hands that held her. When she lifted her leg, trying to catch Randy’s groin unprotected, he deftly caught the leg and pulled it around his body.
The men worked so well together that Michelle thought this must be a routine for them. While Reggie held her tightly against his body, Randy worked himself into position to prevent her from closing her legs. His fingers found her wet pussy, sliding easily into the creamy tunnel. He finger fucked her roughly, sucking her nipples harder now and ignoring her protests. “Oh, yeah, baby. Reggie said you were a hot little slut.” Randy spoke finally, lifting his mouth from her nipples finally, but continuing to fuck her with his fingers. He slid a third finger into her pussy, and she felt the uncomfortable feeling of being stretched. His fingers were not as thick as Reggie’s though, and she knew how massive Reggie’s cock was. The fingers would be the least of her worries.
“Don’t do this, Randy. I don’t want this. He raped me last month, and he’s here today to rape me again. Please, leave me alone, help me.” Michelle spoke quickly, but knowing that Randy would be little help against this massive black man. Randy was about 5’11” tall, lean and lanky, as opposed to Reggie being at least 6’2” and thickly muscled. Randy responded to her plea by stroking her clit with his thumb. He pinched the nipple of her left breast and rocked his fingers inside her squishy wet pussy.
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