Pretty When She Cries by Sarah Kate Read Free Book Online

held her tightly against him, mashing his mouth hard onto hers. He grabbed her breasts, pulling them this way and that way. She was immobile in his arms. She couldn’t move or turn away.
    He took another puff of the cigarette and forced the smoke into her mouth. She choked and gagged. He kind of laughed, and leaned away to put the cigarette out. Then he lay between her legs. Taking her white breasts between his fingers and thumbs, he pressed and squeezed them, rubbed them against each other, rolled them upwards and downwards, finally taking each delicate nipple in turn in his mouth and sucking it while his hands squeezed as if they were trying to milk her. He was making deep satisfied sounds. He kept one hand on her breast near his mouth, while the other hand roamed her body. He began kissing her neck viciously. She groaned and turned her face to one side, but he kept going, and moving himself onto her more, thrust himself in her body, fucking her deeply.
    It was too painful, and her body began to jerk and twist and arch under his repeated assault, forcing her to resist him. He batted her hands out of the way, before he pushed her legs up and held them. He began to move differently, even deeper and harder. She cried out and hit at his face with her fists. He let go of her legs and grabbed at her hands, holding her wrists. She was thrashing wildly and crying, but he forced her over onto her belly, and lifted her hips, trying to sodomize her. Kicking and squirming, she tried to crawl away, but he kept pulling her toward him into a position where he could sink himself into her. He slammed the top of her head with his fist.
    “You fucking bitch! You fucking bitch!” He hit her again, and again, and she went limp. He fell on her back, pinning her down. “Think you’re tough? Huh? You want to fight?” He held her face down into the mattress suffocating her, till she thought she was going to pass out, then he pulled her head back by her hair. She gasped and babbled and begged for him to stop.
    “You deserve to be fucked by every man who looks at you. Tell me what a little slut you are. Tell me you’re a spoiled bitch.” He tore at her hair.
    “I’m a spoiled bitch,” she said, desperately.
    “And you deserve to be raped.” Her shoulders were shaking violently with her sobbing. “And you deserve to be raped!” he said again.
    “And I deserved to be raped!” she screamed.
    He kept his weight pressing on her back. She was sobbing and catching her breath. He suddenly got off her and she curled into a small shaken heap. He pushed the mattress, with her still on it, right up against the wooden beam so that it was touching. Her crying dried up instantly. She didn’t know what he was doing. She watched him with red, bleary eyes.
    “No! No! Please,“ she begged when he grabbed her wrist and unlocked the padlock. He let go of her a moment while he wound the chain around the beam making the chain really short. She scrambled off the mattress and made a dash for the door. Just as she reached it, his body slammed into her, and he caught her in his arms. He carried her struggling and screaming back to the mattress. He wrapped the chain around both her wrists, not listening to her tearful and hysterical cries. The chain was so short she was forced to kneel forward on her knees and elbows, her wrists bound in front of her. He got behind her pressing his thighs and belly against her, and slipping his arm around her waist, lifted her hips, so that her hindquarters were raised. Every time she tried to drop down into a difficult position, he dragged her hips upwards again. He pressed the tip of his prick against her ass, and with a hard shove, succeeded in forcing its head inside her, in spite of her cries and frantic struggles. Gripping her tightly to him, he rammed fiercely into her, hurting her intensely. Her shrieks and cries rang through the room as he strove to get into her. She squirmed and twisted, crying hysterically,