The Intruder - Sex Stories

The Intruder

... reality of his assault became clear. I was trapped on my own bed with a man bent on taking me by force, unable to even scream for help. My mouth grew dry and a shudder past through me as he sat the light down onto the carpeted floor. The beam rose from below him, casting chaotic and unearthly shadows over the room as he slowly unbuckled his pants. The threatening sound of his zipper coming down filled me with terror. Yet with it came an unwelcome longing and the first hint of moisture appeared between my clenched and trembling thighs. I knew what it was. The fear was affecting me as it always did, arousing me at time when I should have been repulsed. Once unbuckled, his jeans dropped from his hips, exposing the long shape of his cock. Calmly, as if I wasn't even there, he took his member into his hand and stroked it until it stood, ridged and proud. 'Oh fuck! He's huge!' was my first thought at seeing it and more tears began running down my cheeks. He was so hard that I knew he'd have no trouble getting that monster into me. "Please, I'm begging you, don't do this to me!" I pleaded, but he just shook his head. "What's got to be has got to be, girl. One way or the other you are going to get fucked, the only question is, how many bruises do you get along the way?" He pulled off his shirt, revealing his dark and powerfully muscled chest. An uncontrolled desire rose in my throat as I gazed upon his body. He looked chiseled from a block of pure ebony. He was strong and so ...

... beautiful, yet underneath his physical perfection, hid a monster intent on raping me. Even if it meant beating me into submission. Despite his intimidating presence, I couldn't believe it was actually happening to me. Not until he reached out and grabbed me by my ankle. When I felt the steel in his grip, it all became very real. "Noo!" I screamed as panic seized me! I kicked at him and tried to drive him away, but my feeble blows were nothing to him. His grip never wavered and with a quick pull, I was drawn, flat on my back, to the middle of the bed. His hands slid up my legs and I gasped in fear as his fingers slipped under the slim hem of my panties. "No, please, please don't hurt me!" I screamed again, and I writhed on the bed in a useless attempt to resist. Swatting my hands aside, he manhandled me with ease and laughed with evil intent as he pulled my panties down my thighs. I kicked and tried to roll away but with a single hand on my belly, he pinned me to the bed. In an instant later, the only meager protection I had was cast into the darkness of the shadowed floor. "You have great fuckin' legs, girl." he rasped. "I bet your pussy is gonna feel nice and tight around my cock." Climbing over my prone body, he rose like a bull over me. "No! Get off of me, please, please... You can't do this!" I scream in desperation and beat on his chest, trying with all my strength to drive him away. At some point, I must have hurt him because, with a snarling growl, he grabbed my throat and ...