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From: frantic@wildchild.co.uk
Subject: {ASSM} Guess Who's Back? (MF, nc/reluc, oral, anal)
Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 11:10:03 -0400
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This is an original work of fiction, which contains scenes of
explicit  sex and non-consensual acts. Such acts are illegal are not
condoned outside the readers imagination and fantasies. 
 
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coarse language, you should stop reading now.
 
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 Guess who's back? (c) 2001, Frantic
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Janny sighed in relief as she kicked off her shoes, as soon as she
got through the door of the apartment.  She'd be happy to sink into a
chair and relax, she thought, but first, a shower - the shop had been
busy today, she was sweaty, and she stank.  She turned on a lamp, its
shadows soothing after the bright lights of the shop, and wandered
through to the bathroom.

She turned on the shower and quickly stripped out of her clothes,
wincing at how her arms ached. Stepping under the spray, she thought
"I'll call in sick tomorrow.  Who cares if the old bitch fires me?
Once Jack moves in I won't have to work anyway."

The hot water eased the aches out her shoulders and she sighed and
stretched pleasantly.  He'd be here soon, she thought.  She tried to
be excited at the thought, but Jack wasn't an exciting sort of a guy.
He was well meaning, and he loved her, but he didn't make her blood
rush. Even so, he would give her the excuse she needed to give up
work, and, for that, she could bear to suffer a little dullness.

She stepped out of the shower, and wrapped herself in a towel, and
headed for the bedroom to find something comfortable to wear.

 "Hello, Janny"

 The voice, a man's, came from the shadows.  Suddenly, a second lamp
was switched on, revealing a man sitting in one of her armchairs,
pointing a gun at her.  He was tall, and dark-haired, muscular, and a
puckered scar ran down his unshaven left cheek.  His eyes, a
startling blue, were cold and dead-looking, and they stared at her
unblinking.

 She froze, and would never know why she didn't think to scream, then.

 "Who are you?"

 The words came out on a stuttering whisper.

 "Why, Janny, I'm hurt that you don't remember.  I remember you SO
well.  You looked so pretty as you stood there on the stand, in your
sweet little blue dress, and told the lies that put me in jail for
seven years."

 Oh God!

 ****************************************************** 
Her mind slipped back.  She was fifteen, and her half-brother, Mike,
was talking to her.  "So, you go to the bank, and ask to open an
account. We come in, wearin' masks, okay? We hold the place up, and
when we leave, we take a hostage - you.  We tie you up and call the
cops to tell them where you are."

 "Later, we send in a tip-off about who's done the job, and when
they ask you to identify the perp, you point at the guy in this
picture.  You understand?"

 Mike was Janny's hero.  He was her mother's son by her first
marriage, nearly ten years older than her.  They had grown up apart,
since Mom had left his daddy for hers, but when Dad had skipped town,
and Mom had lost herself in booze, Mike had sent Janny money every
week, to make sure she had a roof over her head and food on the
table.  He even made sure she had presents on her birthday, and at
Christmas.

 They almost never met, but he called her every night, just to make
sure she was okay.

 "Sure Mike" She'd nodded eagerly, happy to do something for him. It
was a riskier plan than Janny realised, but young and inexperienced
as she was, it sounded to her like Mike had everything under control.
Incredibly, it went almost like clockwork, except that Mike had to
hit the manager, and he was left, afterwards, a drooling vegetable.

 A couple of months later, Janny was in court, telling the prosecutor.

 "Yes sir, I saw the leader when they tied me up.  It was the
defendant."

She had been very convincing, very young and earnest, even managing
to cry on the stand when she said "I was SO scared."

They had convicted the man, of course.  She knew it was wrong, but
Mike told her the man had cheated him, and she would have done it
anyway.  She would have done anything Mike asked her.  She owed him
so much, and Janny was a girl who liked to pay her debts.

 Mike had bought Janny this apartment, paid for her mom to go into a
hospital, until the drink finally killed her, and opened an account
in her mother's name which gave Janny an income every month - the
money went on, even when Mike was shot in a hold up a few years later.

 Nobody ever connected the two of them, why should they? Their names
were different, they had never been seen together by anyone who
mattered.

 Janny only worked so nobody would ask where her money came from,
and that was why she'd hurried Jack to move in - so that she could
stop working, no questions asked.

 Janny hadn't even THOUGHT about the man she sent to jail, in more
than five years.  She couldn't even remember his name.

 ********************************************************

 But now, he was here, sitting in her living room.  She stood,
looking at him, clutching the towel round her.

 "I'm not going to ask why you did it Janny, I know your brother put
you up to it.  If that bastard wasn't already dead, I wouldn't even
be here.  But he is, and somebody has to pay for those seven years."

 She drew a breath and ...

 "If you scream, I'll kill you," he said.

 "You'll kill me anyway." She looked at the gun, levelled at her
chest.

 Surprisingly, he laughed.

 "Oh no, Janny.  I don't plan to kill you.  Not unless you make me.
Your brother, he would have had to die, but YOU? No.  There are other
ways you can pay me what you owe."

 She swallowed, her eyes darting to the door.

 "I put the security chain on," he said, quietly, a smile on his
face.  "You can't get out, and we won't have any interruptions."

 Interruptions! Jack!

 "My...  my boyfriend will be here soon.  It would be best if you
just left before he arrived.  I won't say you've been here, and he
won't have to call the police." He would, she thought, if he found
the door chained when he arrived.  Of course he would call the
police.  Jack was the sort who always called the police.

 "Jack? Oh, I don't think so Janny.  I been watching you, honey.  I
sent my friends round to have a little chat with your boy Jack
earlier. They told him how you were my girlfriend, how you'd run out
on me while I was in jail, how, if he wanted to live till his next
birthday, he'd give them his key to this place, and never come
anywhere near you again.  I think he was disappointed in you Janny,
he didn't give them any shit, just handed over the key and went."

 _Surely Jack wouldn't just LEAVE,_ she thought, but then, her heart
sunk. Of course he would.  He wasn't a brave man, any more than he
was an exciting one, and he had been shocked when he learned about
Mike -if he'd been told to stay away, and given a reason like that,
then she wouldn't see him for dust.  He wouldn't even think to call
the cops, she though. Jack would never hurt a woman he cared about,
and it wouldn't cross his mind that anyone else would.

 "What are you going to do to me?" her voice was very small, and
very scared.  Jerry, she thought irrelevantly.  Jerry Bradley.  That
was his name.

 "Weeeeelll"

 He grinned.  It wasn't a pleasant expression.

 "It's been a long time since I had a woman, Janny, a very, very
long time. I had a girl, you know, before I went inside, but she
didn't wait for me -you can't blame her."

 His voice was hard, and cold, as he went on.

 "I'm sure you can see how a man gets to longing for a woman's
touch, for someone to be nice to him.  I think you owe me that, don't
you? I think you better be VERY nice to me to make up for all those
lonely nights."



 She had known it, of course.  He would rape her, she thought, and
then he would kill her.

 "Come over here" his voice was steely.

 She shook her head.  "No ...  please"

 "Come over here.  NOW" He jerked the gun, and, terrified, she moved
to stand in front of him.  His hand shot out to grab her wrist, and
he dragged her down into his lap.  Somehow, she managed to cling on
to the towel around her.

 "Open your mouth," he commanded.

 Terrified tears running down her face, she complied.

 He put the barrel of the gun into her mouth.

 "Close your lips around it.  Tight.  "

 She did.

 Slowly, deliberately, he slid the cold metal further inside, then
pulled it out a little, then back in, in a bizarre, terrifying parody
of a cock.  Jenny cried silently as he violated her mouth with the
barrel of the .45, the tears splashing from her face onto the skin of
her chest.

 The hand that had held her wrist moved up, and he took hold of her
hair.

 "Okay, open up again."

 He took the gun out and leaned over to place it in a case that laid
open on the floor.  He shut it, and she heard a lock snap.

 "That was just to remind you I'm in charge here," he said, "You'll
do what I want, you won't argue, and you won't even THINK of trying
to cross me.  If you piss me off, I'll put that gun between your legs
and fuck you with it before I kill you.  D'you get it?"

 Janny, too frightened to speak, nodded vigorously.

 That's better," he said.  "Now we can get friendly.  And now I have
both hands free, to enjoy you."

 With that, he lifted the hand that had held the gun to where hers
still clung onto the towel, as if by holding it, she could honestly
hold him back.  "Don't hurt me," she pleaded.  "please, don't hurt
me, Jerry."

 "Let go of the towel."

 His voice was quiet, but terrifying and the hand in her hair gave a
little warning tug.  With a sob of fear, Janny dropped her hand, and
felt him pull at the towel till it fell open and away to lie on his
lap, leaving her completely exposed.

 "Well, well, haven't YOU grown up?" he murmured, looking at her
nakedness. Janny knew she was only a pretty girl, not a beautiful
one, but she was proud of her body.  She was slim, and toned from
many hours at the gym, but she had large, soft, rounded breasts, with
big nipples, the skin darker there than the olive tones of the rest. 
Her bush was neatly trimmed, just a slim, dark stripe between her
legs.  Where her ass rested on his groin, she felt him harden.

 "What's your real name Janny?" he asked, irrelevantly.  "Janice,
Janine, Janet, or what?"

 "Juanita," she whispered.  Her daddy had been Mexican, but her Mom
had hated the Spanish name.  She had always been called Janny.

 "Oh, that's pretty.  Pretty, like you.  I think I'll call you
Juanita.  You can call me 'lover'.  I like it when my girlfriends
call me lover."

 "Y...  Yes."

 "Yes, WHAT?"

 "Yes, lover."

 "Good girl.  Kiss me now, Juanita.  Give me a big, big, wet kiss to
welcome me home."

 Trembling, she lowered her head, and put her lips on his.  His hand
tightened in her hair as he forced her mouth open and drove his
tongue in. It was a harsh, brutal kiss, and he moaned against her
lips as a hand came up to grasp one tit, painfully squeezing and
kneading the tender flesh.  She whimpered.

 Wilfully misunderstanding the sound, he lifted her mouth from hers.
"You like that, Juanita? You're hot for your boyfriend? Don't worry
honey, I won't tease you for long.  I can understand you being horny,
I can't wait to fill you with my cock myself, but there's we don't
want to rush things, do we? You'll be getting the fucking of your
life, soon enough." The voice was amused, and taunting, and he broke
into a laugh as she gave another sob of fear.

 He lowered his head to her right nipple and sucked on it, hard, the
pressure making it ache, while he traced the rose tattoo that
decorated her other breast with a finger, before gliding a hand down
her side, to rest it cupping her mound.  He parted her labia with a
finger, and ran it along her slit, back and forth.

 Releasing her nipple, he made a tutting sound with his tongue
against his teeth.  "This is no good, Juanita," he said, "you're as
dry as a bone. That's no way to greet your lover, girl.  I've been
dreaming of fucking a woman for seven years now, and I want it to be
perfect, so let's see if we can't lube you up some.  He wormed his
finger inside her, making her give another cry of pain, and wriggled
it deep, as if searching for something, curling it forward to touch
the wall of her cunt.  Then, suddenly he made a flickering movement
with it, simultaneously rubbing her clit with his thumb.

 A jolt like pure electricity shot through Janny's body.  A sudden
hot wetness filled her cunt, making her cry out, and her nipples
sprang into hardness.  This couldn't be happening she thought, as his
finger kept rubbing at that same spot - this rapist couldn't be
turning her on!

 But, as his finger rubbed, her juices bubbled and flowed, and she
found it hard even to breathe.  When his mouth claimed her nipple
again, she had to bite down on a moan of pleasure.  Two more fingers
joined the first inside her now-slick cunt, pushing deep, deep,
massaging that spot that made her whole being pulse.

 "That's right, you little bitch," he hissed, as her breathing grew
ragged and gasping, "You come for me." His fingers moved faster and
faster and a scream ripped from her throat at the climax that took
her.

 Swiftly, he withdrew his fingers and pushed her to the floor,
kneeling between her thighs, spreading them wide to look at her
exposed cunt. His hands were at his zipper, and Janny's eyes widened
at the sight of the cock that sprang free as he pushed his pants from
his hips.  It was huge, long, and thick - there had to be more than a
foot of it, she thought and it was nearly as wide as her forearm --
and it was hard as steel.  She couldn't take that thing inside her,
she thought, it would split her in two!

 "No...  please...  no..." she whimpered, trying to slide away from
him, along the carpet, but he had her by the hips.

 "Oh, Yes, Juanita," he said, "yes."

 She screamed again as he filled her with one long, strong thrust,
pinning her to the floor with that massive cock like an animal
speared on a spit. He grunted, drove deeper into her, ignoring her
hands as she tried to push him away, impervious to her wriggling. 
Her movements seemed to arouse him further, and she could feel him
banging against her cervix with every thrust.  She had NEVER been
filled like this, and, despite her fear, the first jolt of pain gave
way to pleasure as her body responded to the friction of the plunging
rod against the sensitive walls of her cunt.  His hands cupped her
buttocks lifting them from the floor, and it seemed that the only way
she could ease the pain in her back from the dangling of her legs was
to wrap them round his waist, opening herself completely to his
invasion.

 It was violation, but her body didn't seem to care.  Although she
was still weeping, her cunt spasmed around him and she thrashed
wildly, as another climax, more powerful than the first, ripped
through her.  He laughed as he felt the rippling of her muscles along
his cock, and slammed even harder against her, his balls slapping
against her buttocks.

 "Oh, Juanita, what a sweet, hot, little bitch you are," he crooned,
as his assault continued.  His teeth closed on the flesh of her
nipple, the pain sending another wave of delight crashing down on
her, and then his mouth claimed hers, the tongue thrusting, in time
with his driving cock, fucking her mouth as thoroughly as her abused
cunt was being fucked.

 It seemed to go on forever, battering hard, forcing her to peak
after peak, and draining her of any resistance.  She could feel the
dampness of her juices staining the carpet under her buttocks, could
smell the musky smell in her nose, and still he kept fucking her,
never slowing, pounding her raw and sore.  She could feel bruises
blooming on the flesh of her tits and neck from his teeth and hands,
and her lips were crushed from his kisses.  The noises she was making
were animal and incoherent, a combination of pain and pleasure, fear
and longing, as the remorseless stabbing at her groin went on and on.

 She was limp with exhaustion, when with a final massive thrust, he
emptied his balls into her.  She felt his spunk overflow from her and
puddle around her ass, mixed with her own flowing juices.  As soon as
he had finished coming, the pulled out, and stood, zipping himself
back into his pants.  He gazed down as she lay, unable to move, her
legs spread wide, her breasts heaving at each gasping breath she
drew, her cheeks stained with tears.

 He smiled at her, looking down at the picture she presented. 
"Worth waiting for little Juanita.  You are a fine, FINE fuck.  But I
think you ought to get some clothes on now, before my friends get
here with my stuff - they aren't the type to pass up a woman lying
with her legs open."

 "Your friends ...  Your stuff...?" she was dazed and confused.

 "Sure," he smiled airily.  "I'm moving in.  What else would I do
when I got out of jail, except shack up with my girlfriend? You've
been living off the money I did time for, Juanita, it's time I got a
share of it, and you start to earn what you've spent, like any girl
who lives off a man does - by cooking, cleaning and fucking.  This
place belongs to me now, and so do you.  In fact, to make it
official, we'll see a lawyer tomorrow, and you can put the deeds in
my name."

 "No way!" She had struggled to her feet, and was standing in front
of him, but the blow he gave to her face knocked her back to her
knees. Blood ran from her lip.

 "You DON'T say 'no' to me bitch, understand? Not now, not ever.  I
spent seven fucking YEARS of my life behind bars because of you, and
I'll kill you without thinking about it if you don't do what I say.
UNDERSTAND?"

 "Yes, I understand, please don't hurt me."

 "That's better.  Now, go into the bedroom, and put some clothes on.
Something pretty that shows off that sexy body - I want the boys to
appreciate what I've got.  And don't think about calling anyone, I'll
be listening in here, and if you try anything, you'll be dead before
help arrives."

 Janny hauled her battered, exhausted body through to the bedroom,
her mind running over options for escape.  She had no doubt that he
meant what he said about killing her.  She sorted swiftly through her
clothes, looking for something that would satisfy him, knowing that
by 'pretty' he meant 'slutty' -- she knew what Mike had liked his
girls to wear.  She struggled into a lacy white body-stocking, semi
transparent, showing a hint of nipple, a pair of holdups, a short
blue skirt and a matching jacket, tied loosely at her waist.  With a
hand that shook, she renewed her make up, covering the split in her
lip with lipstick.  Then she slipped into a pair of heels and went
hesitantly back to the living room.  

 He walked over to her, and pushed the jacket back to frame, rather
than cover, her breasts.  "That'll do," he nodded.  A few minutes
later, there was a knock at the door.  Drawing back the chain, he
opened it to let in two men, obviously ex-cons, carrying boxes.  They
were hard looking, their hair prison-short, both wore denim and the
arms of both were covered in tattoos.  He introduced them as Joe and
Dave.

 "Get the boys a beer, Juanita," Jerry ordered, as the guys threw
themselves down in the remaining chairs.

 "Nice pair of titties your ol' lady has," she heard one comment, as
she walked back to the kitchen to get beer from the fridge.

 "Shit yeah," the other one agreed.  "Nice place too.  Looks like
you're goin' t'be happy as a pig in shit here, boy."

 "I've earned it." Jerry answered shortly, as Janny came back with
the beers.

 "Thanks Miz Bradley," they chorused.

 "Oh, I'm not..." she started, when Jerry grabbed her wrist and
pulled her ear down to his mouth.  "The boys are treating you like my

wife, right now," he hissed, "they divide women into three groups,
wives, mothers and whores - you obviously ain't my mother, so, if
want to find out how they treat whores, just go right ahead and say
you're not my wife."

 "It's not a problem, you're welcome," she stuttered quickly.  She
looked for somewhere to sit, cringing as Jerry patted his lap, but,
especially with the other two men in the apartment, she didn't dare
defy him. She sat, and immediately one arm went around her slim
waist, anchoring her there, and his other hand rose to fondle a
breast.  The other two men watched, grinning at her discomfort.

 They quickly finished their beer, and stood.  "We'll leave you two,
alone," the one called Dave commented, "since our boy Jerry clearly
can't keep his hands off you Miz Bradley - not that I blame him.  If
my ol' lady had a pair like yours, I'd be touching them the whole
time too. We'll let ourselves out.  Enjoy yourself Jerry."

 "Hey boys..." his voice came from behind her.

 They stopped, and turned.

 "A bonus for delivering them boxes."

 Deliberately, he pulled the stretchy material of the body stocking
down to expose her right breast, tucking it away underneath to cup
and lift the swelling globe, then put his hand back on the naked
flesh, his fingers pinching the nipple.  She went scarlet to the
roots of her hair.

 "Now," he said, with a laugh, "Ain't that a pretty sight to go home
on?"

 "Well boy, I'd rather be sittin' where YOU'RE sittin', but'
getting' an eyeful of tit is a fuckin' lot better than nothing."

 And laughing they left, the door slamming behind them.

 "You bastard! It isn't enough for you to rape me, you have to make
me a public show for your convict friends!" she burst out, too angry
for a moment to be scared.

 "I'll do anything with you I want, Juanita," his hand closed
cruelly on her breast, making her yelp with pain.  "I only HAVE
convict friends because of you, remember that.  And the only thing I
want to do with you right now is get my cock inside you again.  So
get your ass into the bedroom. NOW."

 He gave her a push that sent her sprawling on her face on the
floor, and strode to the door, where again, he fastened the chain. 
Seeing her still on the floor, he grabbed her by the hair, and pulled
her to her feet. Seeing the tears in her eyes again, he snarled. 
"You can cry all you want, but you'll do as I say, or you'll die."

 He propelled her into the bedroom.  "Get on your hands and knees on
the bed, bitch" he ordered.

 He ripped the clothes away from her, leaving her kneeling, dressed
only in the shoes and stockings.  "I like that," he said, "It's sexy."

 He laid down on the bed.  "Crawl over here," he ordered.  Still
crying Janny obeyed.

 "Wouldn't you like to suck on your lover's cock, Juanita?"

 "NO..  I can't ..  it's too big!"

 He grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back to look into his
face.  It was a mask of rage as he yelled "I told you never to say no
to me already! I wasn't joking.  You'd beter learn, and learn fast."

 His voice dropped and he released her hair, as he said, "I'll ask
again. Wouldn't you love to take my cock out and wrap your lips round
it, Juanita?"

 "Y..  yes"

 "Say please."

 "Please"

 "Please what, baby? What do you want to do? Ask me nicely." 

 "P..  please ...  let me suck your cock."

 She could hear the smile in his voice, as he said.  "Of course
baby, if it'll make you happy - go right ahead."

 Trembling, and terrified, she undid his jeans and he slipped them
off his hips.  The huge shaft pointed straight at her face, and
silently she opened her mouth wide, licked it, and took the head
between her lips.  She hear him groan, as she enclosed him, and
tentatively slid her tongue over the tip.

 "Oh yeah," he whispered, "just like that!" She had always given
good head, every man she had been with had told her so, and fear
spurred her on.  

 As she slipped her mouth further along him, her tongue flickered up
and down the flesh and her mouth sucked at him, as if eager and
wanting. His hands tangled in her hair, as again he moaned and pushed
his hips forward to force more of the thick hardness into her.  "I
will not choke," she told herself.  "If I choke, I'll die."

 She began to glide her mouth back and forth along his shaft,
somehow, managing to encompass more of its length with every bobbing
movement.  Her tongue never slowed, pressing hard on the ridge on the
underside of the cock, massaging it desperately as the tip slid back
into her throat. He began to thrust, rhythmically, fucking into her
mouth, with grunting noises of pleasure.

 Her nose was buried in the hair at his groin, as she sucked and
licked him, knowing her life depended on it, and she lifted a hand to
cup and stroke his balls.  "YES!" he yelled and drove himself deep
into her throat, till she thought she would suffocate, and then as
she felt his balls tighten he pulled back, so that his spurting jism
fountained to fill her mouth with the salty taste of him, the thick
creamy liquid coating her tongue, and then thrust again, so that he
could feel the constriction of her throat around his cock as she
swallowed his seed.

 "Oh baby," he cooed at her, as he slowly slid himself out between
her still gently sucking lips, "I ain't NEVER had a blowjob like
that! You must really love sucking cock to have got so good.  Ain't
that true?"

 Dully she nodded.  

 "Ain't you going to thank me then, sweet Juanita, for giving you
such a big beautiful cock to suck on? A girl should thank her lover."

 She forced the words out, knowing nothing less would satisfy him.
"Thank you for letting me blow you, lover."

 "You're welcome baby.  Any time you get the urge, you feel free.
I'd never deny you something you love so much." He was laughing at
her, enjoying every moment.

 "Now," he went on, "why don't you tell me what you'd like me to do
next? Would you like me to suck on those pretty titties?"

 "Yes, please, I'd like that." Her voice trembled, as she realised
that he was going to make her ask for every violation.  She wondered
how long it would go on.  He smiled.

 He lay beneath her kneeling form and suckled on her as her tits
hung down to his mouth, the strong sucking pressure making her
nipples sore and aching, but he had her talk to him, tell him how
good it was, beg him not to stop.

 She could see him harden, and heard with resignation, when he
asked. "Would you like me to fuck you now, Juanita? Would you like me
to mount you like a bitch from behind, and drive my cock into your
cunt?"

 "Yes"

 He smiled.  "Shout it for me.  I want everyone in this whole
fucking complex to hear you.  You won't be yelling rape when I have
20 witnesses who heard you beg for it."

 He knelt behind her and put his hands around her throat.  "Now,
baby, and be creative, or else."

 At the top of her lungs, she yelled it.  "FUCK ME, LOVER! TAKE ME
LIKE THE BITCH I AM! FILL MY CUNT WITH YOUR COCK AND FUCK ME TILL I
SCREAM!"

 And he did.

 He drove into her forcing her face down into the mattress, and she
felt like she was being torn apart.  His hands grabbed her tits, the
nails biting deep into the flesh leaving crescent marks in the skin,
and his teeth closed on her shoulder, drawing blood.  There was pain
in every part of her, and she realised with shameful tears, that
again, her traitorous body was moistening, responding to the
relentless abuse, excited by his anger, his hunger, and - she had to
admit it - by the huge cock that filled her in a way she couldn't
have imagined before she felt it, the cock that touched every nerve
ending inside her cunt.  She came hard, feeling an explosion of heat
in her that went on growing stronger with every thrust, a gushing
that overflowed out of her and ran down her legs and she heard her
own screams "YES! OH GOD YES!" She had never experienced an orgasm so
profound.

 Triggered by the heat, he shot his load deep into her, so deep she
could feel it fill her womb.  Again he bit her bloody, his tongue
lapping at the red beads that welled against the olive skin.

 He tied her then, her arms above her head, fastening her face down
to the foot of the bed, her ass pointing up in the air.  He sat
beside her, one hand stroking his cock, the other roaming over her
buttocks, a finger tracing around the puckered hole between them,
"This is the only part of you I haven't claimed," he said.  "I been
saving it till last."

 She didn't dare say anything, but her eyes widened in fear.  "You
won't?" she whispered, "please."

 He sounded almost apologetic.  "I have to.  You see baby, for the
first three years in jail, I shared a cell with a big, murderous
redneck, and every night , he would spread my ass and rape me.  Night
after night after night, I took it up the ass, because of you." She
couldn't see his face, but she could hear the strain in the voice,
and suddenly she remembered how he'd looked in the court all those
years ago.  A kid, not much older than her, confused and scared.

 "I'm sorry," she wept, meaning it.

 "You do see why I have to do this, don't you baby? You see why I
HAVE to fuck your ass? You have to understand what you did to me."

 Sobbing, she nodded.  He reached out a thumb, and wiped her tears
away.

 "Try to enjoy it baby, it's going to be tough, but you'll learn to
like it in time, I promise.  At least, that's what he told me."

 She had thought that she hurt before, but as he put his hands on
her cheeks, pulling them apart, and slowly, so slowly, pushed himself
past the ring of tight muscle he revealed, she learned a new
definition of pain.  She felt the flesh burning and ripping, as his
cock invaded her virgin ass. Inch by inch he split her, and then,
suddenly, he was riding her with all the desperate force in his body.
Each stroke, he pulled right out to the tip, then slammed himself
back in, her agonised screams doing nothing to make him gentler.  

 She thought she would die, as he used his cock like a weapon
tearing her more with every stroke, and she was sobbing into the
covers, for her own pain, and at what she had done to him, that he
had been used like this for so long.  She thought she would die, and
then hoped she would, as over and over and over her ass was split by
his rod.  And all she could feel was horror, and pain, and more than
anything, guilt.  

 She deserved this, she knew, every stabbing thrust, for what she
had done to him.

 When, at last, he emptied his balls into her bowels, she was
babbling through her sobs.

 "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Oh Jerry, I'm so sorry,"

 When he finished, he untied her, and tears were on his face too.

 Wonderingly, she reached up, and touched them.

 "I shouldn't have done that." He hung his head.  "I wasn't a bad
guy, before jail, you know."

 "I deserved it." Her voice was small, contrite, sincere.

 He reached for his jeans, to put them on.

 "No, it was too much.  The rest, okay.  You might not have wanted
to fuck me, but you enjoyed it.   And I wouldn't have hit you, if
you'd done like you was told.  But fucking your ass like that was
really rape."

 His face looked helpless as he said.  "I called myself innocent,
but now I'm as bad as anyone in the pen."

 "I'll go, you'll never see me again.  Unless you want to call the
police."

 She had been a stupid kid when she took the stand, in the court
room.  She hadn't even thought about what it would do to him, just
about paying back her half-brother.  It hadn't occurred to her that
she was borrowing against the currency of Jerry's life, storing up an
even bigger debt for later. But now she knew.

 She reached out a hand.

 "No.  Stay."

 He looked at her, his hard face softened by confusion.

 Slipping from the bed, she stood in front of him.  Maybe, if he
stayed, she could do something right, and maybe she'd be able to feel
good about herself again.

 "Please," she said, looking at the floor "Stay tonight.  You were
right. You've paid for everything I have, so everything belongs to
you.  In the morning, we can go along to the lawyer and the bank, and
I'll sign the deeds and the money over."

 She looked at him then.

 "I can go then, if you like.  Or..."

 "Or what?"

 "I can stay.  I don't have anywhere to go.  I have a shitty job
that I hate, and it wouldn't pay the rent on anywhere even half-
decent. I'd have to whore to keep a roof over my head -- I can't do
anything else that would earn enough."

 He looked at her silently, suspiciously.  Then he said, "And if you
stay?"

 "I'll cook, I'll clean.  I can do that.  I'll fuck you too, if you
want me to.  I was prepared to spend my life fucking Jack so I could
stop working, so what's the difference? Maybe we could even be good
together."

 She thought of that huge cock, how it had excited her, even through
her fear and horror -- maybe they COULD be good.

 She sat, on the bed, tears coming to her eyes again.  "I don't
know," she said.  "All I know is I'm tired, and I hurt, and I have to
do something to make things right for what I did to you.  I pay my
debts.  Let's sleep now, and you can decide in the morning.  If you
want me to go, I'll go. But I'd rather stay."

 He nodded, slowly.

 "I'll sleep on it."

 He turned out the lights, and laid on the bed beside her, fully
dressed, gazing into the darkness.  Shivering, she wrapped herself in
the sheet, pulling a blanket over herself, and listened to his
breathing.  It slowed, became rhythmic, but it was she who slept
first, her body trying to escape from its pain, her mind to bury the
guilt in dreams.

 When she awoke in the morning, he was curled around her like a child.

 As she stirred, he woke and when she turned, he said, "Okay, I've
thought it over.  Let's try it your way.  If it doesn't work out, we
can think again."

 She smiled.  "Well, then, let's start from the beginning."

 "Hi, I'm Juanita."

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