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The Fugitive
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The Fugitive
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by Caesar
Marnie set the hot pot of stew onto the table, the sound of her husband
chopping wood outside stopped. She knew he would be in to eat his lunch, as he
does every day. Every day of the weekend, Dave, worked on his large house.
During the week he slaved as a bank loan officer. He loved the secluded house.
She hated it.
She was always alone, except for her husband, their
wasn't anyone within ten miles and she didn't have a vehicle. And even if she
could, Dave wouldn't let his wife out of the house. He had made that perfectly
clear. Marnie had the bruises to prove it. In fact she often had bruises, and
her bottom was often too sore to sit down, her husband believed a woman belongs
in the home and always obeyed the man.
He came in, smelling of sweat and damp wood. Without a word he sat at
his place at the table, the head of course. She handed him a damp towel which
he washed his hands off with. Then she sat on his left hand side, as he filled
his bowl with the meat stew. He tore of chunks of bread and ate heartily.
Marnie barely ate, and certainly didn't talk. A woman only spoke when spoken
too.
The happy couple had been married for six years, two years after Dave
returned from Western Front. He never let her forget that he had
almost-singlehandedly beat the Nazi hoard.
When he finished eating, his hand reached out and grabbed at her chest,
roughly squeezing a large breast. A shutter ran through Marnie, knowing what
she would have to go through in the next couple of minutes. He pulled her dress
apart, revealing her bra and ample cleavage, Dave's eyes gleamed as he pulled
her over onto his lap. His breathing was already quick, and the look in his eye
was hurried lust. Roughly he pulled his wives clothes off her body, tearing and
ripping buttons off in the process, while leaving welts on the women's
still-young skin. He shoved his
mouth over a dime-sized nipple and bit hard, a hand roughly
forced her thighs apart and without preliminaries he shoved two fingers up his
wives dry vagina.
Marnie hated her husband, she hated her life, and she hated herself for
allowing herself to be in this situation.
The sex was as it always was; fast and hard. Remember Dave was a
"man", he threw his wife over the front of the table after dumping his empty
bowl onto the floor, then shoved his short stubby cock into her still dry
vagina. His hands held onto her hips and narrow waist, he pounded fast and hard
into her pained hole. Thankfully, it never lasted long, he came deep into her
cunt only a moment after entering her.
Once before, she complained about their sex life, never again. He beat
her so bad she took two months to heal.
Dave left the house leaving the door open as he left, buttoning his
fly. Marnie sat up and without emotion dressed herself. Then she closed the
door and cleaned up the lunch mess.
The perfect marriage?!
Marnie stopped washing the dishes after hearing a car coming up the
gravel road, she looked out the window seeing her husband standing watching the
car approach. Any distraction to her life was a blessing.
A dark man, wearing a brown hat and a suite, stopped the car and got
out. Dave put down his double sided axe and walked towards the stranger.
Marnie wished she could hear what was being said, her interest was sparked by
the obviously well-off man. When the stranger suddenly hit her burly husband in
the gut, then followed with a knee up into his crotch, Marnie yelled out
surprised.
The stranger looked up and directly into the eyes of the young wife.
She jumped back, hoping he hadn't seen her, but knew he had. Her husband had
collapsed onto the ground after getting hit, and Marnie peeked around the window
corner to see her
husband being dragged towards the house.
Her heart was beating fast, her hands trembled and she broke out into a
cold sweat. She heard the two men come across the wooden porch, one walking
steady the other stumbling, half dragging. Marnie stood routed to the spot,
unable to do anything to help her husband nor to stop the stranger. She thought
about going out the back do, but couldn't make herself move.
The door flew open!
"Don't move girl!" The stranger was holding onto her husbands arm half
dragging him, a revolver was poking into her husbands rids. "Are you his wife?"
She nodded, unable to get enough nerve to speak up.
The stranger threw her husband into his chair, the one at the head of
the table, the "mans" chair. The dark man nodded to her husband, "Tie him up,
real tight doll!"
She couldn't budge.
"Move!" He yelled.
She took a cord from the under the sink, then tied her husbands hands
to each side of the chair, then she tied his
ankles to the legs of the chair. The idea of letting a knot loose, didn't even
cross her mind, she was too scared.
During this time the stranger had taken off his hat and watched her
work, while browsing around their small house. He opened the two doors out of
this room, and looked in. Nothing. When she was finished, he nodded to the pot
of stew.
"That warm?" Yes, she nodded. "Get me a bowl." She jumped to comply
with this dangerous man as he sat down at the table, facing inward towards the
room. Her husband hadn't said a word yet but just glared at the stranger.
Marnie set the bowl and a spoon down in front of the well dressed man,
then worked up the nerve to ask a question, "Bread?" Her mouth was dry and only
sounded like a raspy grunt. He
looked up into her eyes, "Would you like bread?"
"Sure doll." He waited until she dropped a quarter of a loaf in front
of him, then he asked her, "How long you been
married?"
Nervously she answered, "Six years." She looked down at her feet.
Between mouthfuls, "That much, you hardly look twenty."
She noticed he ate slowly and dainty, relishing every mouthful,
enjoying his meal. "I'm twenty-two." She realized this stranger was talking
civil to her, something her husband rarely did. Marnie sat in a chair next to
the dark man, her fear slowly disappearing turning to something else.
"How you get stuck with a pig like this?" Dave was about to say
something, but the stranger picked up the gun and pointed at his right eye
stopping any conversation. "Dame like you
should be in the city, the wife of some rich old man." Marnie blushed, and the
stranger smiled at her. "Yup, man should be proud to have a fine doll like you!
Hey knuckle head, hope you treating your wife right." Dave only glared at the
man.
Marnie noticed his bowl empty. "Would you like another?" He smiled at
her and nodded no, she felt the blood come to her cheeks and took his dirty dish
to the sink. While she gently dumped the dish onto the pile, she could feel the
gaze of the dark handsome man on her backside. Slowly she turned her head to
look behind her, their he was staring at her behind and as she turned he looked
into her eyes and smiled. She dropped the spoon onto a plate causing a crash,
she jumped. The stranger laughed.
"Yup you sure have a fine looking wife? Hard to believe a man like you
could hold onto a looker like that. Hell, I'd sure wouldn't want to loose a
dame that foxy, make a man nuts! Yup, crazy." Marnie could hear him standing
up, "Hey doll, stuff that dish towel in hubby's mouth."
Nervous and uncertain, she pushed the damp dirty cloth into her
husbands mouth, shoving until most of it was in. Dave just stared at her, his
anger written over his face.
"Go stand by the window." She did wondering what he was doing, she
stood her back to the window the sun warm on her back, facing the dark man.
"What's your name doll?"
Marnie noticed his eyes were looking up and down her body, and she
realized with the sun behind her, her inner thighs were revealed through her
dress. "Marnie."
"Pretty name. Are you happy with this pig Marnie?" He was standing
behind her husbands chair, both of them watching the young woman.
She nodded yes, but watched the floor less he could see her doubt.
"Hmmm, that dress your wearing doesn't really do you justice. A figure
like that should be wearing silk." He studied her for two, maybe three minutes.
She clenched and unclenched her hands together, nervous, uncertain.
She worked up the nerve to ask a question, "W..what's going to happen
to us?" He ignored her, and continued to study her body.
He smiled, looking directly into her eye, "Marnie take off your dress!"
It was a order.
She almost collapsed.
Marnie looked to her husband for help, but he just glared at her. She
realized if she didn't the stranger had the power to make her do anything he
wanted, look how easy it was to stop her husband. No man, besides her husband,
had seen her naked or even in her underwear. Just the thought of being seen by
this dark man sent shivers down Marnie's spine.
He frowned at her pause. His gun lifted up and pointed at her, Marnie
could see down the dark barrel, she was very
scared. Her arm felt like lead as she brought it up to her
waist. She undone her belt. Marnie felt her dress loosen on her hips, then it
dropped open.
In truth, nothing but two inches down her front could be seen, but the
stranger squinted at her. Marnie shivered, knowing her panties and bra were
revealed to this total stranger. She could feel the sexual heat from him, as
she would from her
husband, but she felt different about it?
Again, the dangerous man motioned with his gun, and she returned to her
work. Both her hands pulled the dress off her shoulders, then she let it drop.
She could feel the fabric fall past her semi-naked back and past her buttocks.
The cheap dress collected around her ankles. Again her hands came up and then
undone the hook on the front of her bra. Marnie took a deep breath to steady
her nerves, her hands shook so much she couldn't even undo the familiar hook.
It opened, but Marnie looked up into the dark mans face, pleading with
him with her eyes. He smiled.
Marnie bite her bottom lip as she pulled the cups from her heavy
breasts, then let it also fall from her shoulders to the ground. A new feeling
ran through her, one of rebellion. She stood straight up, her shoulders square
as the two men
studied her bare chest. Both sets of eyes focusing on her large nipples. She
froze, watching the enjoyment written all over the strangers face, her husband
was mad, his face was red and looked like it was about to explode.
"Yup, a great looking doll!" The stranger obviously enjoyed what he
saw. He pounded her husbands shoulder with his free hand, "Your a damn lucky
man, hell no wonder you live out here..." The dark man motioned to her panties,
a look of
expectant pleasure written over his face.
She was determined to control herself throughout this ordeal, but her
hands shook uncontrollably when she hooked a thumb into the hips of her
waistband. Marnie closed her eyes as she pushed her panties down her round hips
and then her long legs. She straightened up as she stepped out of the last of
her garments. A shiver ran through her, she could feel the nippy air against
her furry sex, her nipples were hard and aching. The only comfort was the warm
sun on her back and ass.
"If you are real nice doll, I may let your husband live." The stranger
smirked while leering at her naked form. "Go in their." He pointed towards the
door to her bedroom. "I'll be in presently..." He was about to say something
but Dave began to struggle on his binding, a quick chop with the butt of the
pistol silenced him.
Marnie didn't see anymore, since she followed
instructions and with head down entered her marriage room. The sound of her
husband getting hit was still loud even in this room. She was very nervous, her
body shivering, she realized she was probably about to be raped. But she
wondered how different it would be from her own husbands love-making. As if she
was awaiting her husband, she lay on the bed.
The dark stranger entered the bedroom, he slammed the door behind him,
his eyes gleamed in the dim light. Marnie
wanted it to be over, her husband only jumped her then a few seconds later left
satisfied. But the man walked to the end of the bed and just starred down on
her form.
He asked, loud in the small room, "You happy girl?"
A queer question, one Marnie realized she couldn't
answer.
"Doll like you, needs a real man. Not like that." He pointed behind
him towards her bound husband. "Spread your legs girl, lets see whats there!"
Immediately, Marnie obeyed. She forced her legs apart, wide as they
will go, knowing the stranger could see her
flowering vagina. Her most private spot was exposed, and she didn't feel
anything, but just watched the mans expression.
Wanting him to enjoy what he saw.
"Put your hand down there, make it real warm for me!"
Marnie was surprised, she wanted this sex-rape to be over. Why didn't
he just "fuck" her?
Her hand cupped her mound, and felt a unfamiliar
sensation down between her legs. Of course she knew what it was...excitement!
Her flowered inner lips were indeed warm! And wet! Never with a man had she
been excited, and not for five years had she felt this enjoyable feeling between
her legs, and it confused her. How could she be excited and not have felt it
earlier? And with this strange dangerous man in the room?
Not for him, but for herself, she pressed her palm
against her clitoris, feeling the almost-forgotten familiar
feeling of the jolt of electricity spread from her love button. Marnie bent her
knees and spread her legs wide as she could, her eyes closed and her other hand
cupped one large breast. She went from cupping and rhythmically pressing her
sex, to running a finger up and down the flowered open inner lips, stopping to
diddle the hard little clitoris. Marnie tensed up, not from the immediate
situation in the other room, but from sexual
excitement. She moved her hips up and down in time with her finger. The
pleasurable noise coming from her mouth could be heard throughout her little
house, moans, little screams, and the heavy breathing. Visions of tenderness
and warmth flashed
through her fantasies, hard throbbing cocks, a beach with rolling waves, a soft
tongue. Many random thoughts ran through her head, but none involved her
husband.
Marnie orgasmed with a small delightful scream, her whole body tensing
up, her sex quivering excitedly, both her hands working on her cunt. It lasted
almost a full minute. She rolled over onto her side, still feeling the after
affects of her
delicious self-fuck.
Only after her breathing came back to normal did she remember she had a
witness to her pleasure. She rolled back onto her back and opened her eyes.
The dark stranger was standing in the same position, his body naked and shining
with sweat. He looked half mad, his eyes wide open staring into hers, his lower
lip quivering, his hands holding the foot of the bed were white knuckled.
She didn't feel fear or the need to just get "it" over with, as the man
walked around the bed towards her, only
anticipation. As he came from around the foot board, his naked sex was visible
to her hungry eyes. She watched its hard rough surface come towards her. A new
quivering from between her legs as it come up onto the bed and then descended
between her legs. Marnie watched the throbbing cock until it disappeared from
her view, then she closed her eyes and waited.
Marnie felt the blunt end of the penis press against her slimy slit.
It forced itself into her accommodating vagina, slowly and steadily. Stopping
only when it was seated fully, both sex mounds pressing together. She could
feel the unfamiliar hands rub and squeeze both her sensitive breasts, they
focused on her aching nipples. Still he didn't move his cock, but she felt his
mouth and tongue play with first one, then the other, nipple. She needed to feel
the motion that she had always dreaded from her own husband, she tried to move
her hips, but his weight
crushed her against the bed.
Only when he was finished playing with her bosoms did he begin to fuck
her. His hands pressed her legs back to her chest, her knees against her boobs.
With slow in and out strokes, the stranger began to fuck the young wife. The
renewed sounds of her enjoyment loud in the small house. He began to
accelerate,
pounding his prick between her soft wet nether lips, causing their bodies to
smack together, her cunt to slosh and gush, the bed to squeak and groan.
When he was very excited, the stranger began to talk, not to softly.
"Fuck...your fucking wet doll...hold your legs
back...tighten your cunt... yesssss...fuck your sweet...come on fuck me
babe..." Among other things. Her husband never spoke during sex, and this was
something new, somehow exciting.
Even his cock felt wonderful, slightly wider than her husbands, the
head capped with a distinct ridge that rubbed deep along the walls of her
vagina. The smell of the mans sweat, his musk drifting into her nostrils.
Every sense her body had was heightened to new levels by this stranger. He
fucked
differently, and definitely longer than she was used to. She could even feel
another orgasm building, but something was
needed?
When the dark man shoot his load of sperm into the pretty wife, it set
off her own orgasm. For the first time in her life, Marnie shouted loud and
long with enjoyment. The sound
accompanied by the strangers own yell of delight. He clenched up and forced
his pelvis against hers, the head of his cock deep inside her. Marnie enjoyed
another delightful orgasm, smaller than the first but still enjoyable.
The stranger lay above the exhausted woman, his breathing quickly
returning to normal, his weight heavy. Very soon he sat up and quickly dressed,
Marnie turned over onto her side enjoying the after-glow of her orgasm. She
heard the man dress, his
movements hurried. After a few moments his hand came out and gripped her
raised buttock, he kissed its soft surface.
"You deserve better, doll." He closed the door after him.
Marnie lay enjoying the throbbing between her legs. She could almost
feel his hands gripping her breasts, his cylindrical cock inside her warm tube.
She moaned happily.
Bang...bang, bang!
Three shots rang out, the first caused her to jump at the loud noise in
the small house, the latter two came quickly
afterward. Marnie sat up in bed staring at the wall towards the other room.
She knew what it was, but could not believe it. She felt no sorrow for her
husband only bewilderment.
She ran out of her bedroom into the kitchen.
Slumped over the table, lay her husband. One hole in the back of his
head. A thick wad of money lay next to her dead husband. The stranger was no
where to be seen. Marnie
collapsed onto the floor, vomiting, the sight of the blood and gore over the
far wall and floor testament of the violence that just happened.
A car startled her. She ran to the window and watched as the dark
stranger drove away leaving her alone.
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Dave-id Huberman ||||| "Candy is Dandy,
Junior, Telecommunications ||||| but
Indiana University, Bloomington ||||| Sex won't rot your teeth!"
[email protected] ||||| -Willy Wonka... sort of
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