Rape

It had been a crazy impulse to suggest a dive. They were almost at the reef and Jody was already regretting it. Lately, she had difficulty being at peace with any of her decisions. Her mind felt constantly restless and uncertain. Why the hell did people always say ‘keep busy’ when you were trying to get over someone? It wasn’t as if she could automatically turn off her feelings. It didn’t matter what she did, her thoughts were still with him; her married ex-lover who had finally, after a year of passion and promises, decided to give it another try with his wife. Jody closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, sucking the salty sea air into her lungs as the image of his sweaty body driving her to orgasm, played through her head. It set off a trigger deep in her belly and radiated out towards her pussy in waves of painful longing. Damn him. It was over, but it still hurt like hell. She swallowed the lump in her throat and peered over the side of the boat into the clear water while she angrily wiped away the beginning of a tear. Fuck that! She had vowed not to cry and she wouldn’t. There was no looking back. It was forward all the way from here on. She glanced over at Chris who throttled back, bringing the engine to a spluttering halt. He was an experienced diver and she was going to have fun today.

“Here we are,” Chris said as he heaved the anchor overboard. He checked Jody’s equipment and tried to keep his eyes from wandering over the full swell of her breasts that were barely covered by her bikini top as she struggled into the black wetsuit. “Ok, we’ll do a forty five foot dive for an hour, just keep your eye on the pressure gauge and, what’s the most important rule in diving?”

Jody smiled, “Breathe normally at all times and never hold your breathe under water,” she intoned like a student in school.

“That’s right,” he said seriously, “and remember, we do a really slow ascent to avoid damage to the lungs.”

“Yes sir,” Jody said with mock deference.

“I’ll swim down and check that the anchor’s set. Stay close.” Jody positioned herself on the edge of the small motor boat and waited for Chris to give the signal, “Ok, lets go,” he shouted and they both toppled backwards into the azure water.

***

Jody kicked down in a hard first descent. It was her first dive in ages and she had been nervous, but now wrapped by the warm ocean, she was already at home. To her left, Chris was swimming down toward the anchor to make sure that it was set firm on the bottom. He was so serious, so reliable in situations like this and he made her feel safe. She smiled inside the mask. He was attractive and she liked him, but he was too straightforward for her, too one dimensional, damn it, too young.

She scanned the surrounds wanting to enjoy every minute of her bottom time and, as always, the beauty of the reef astounded her. Since the breakup with her lover she had become cynical and had often mocked God’s cruelty, however being surrounded by the rainbow of reality in the clear water, with the brilliant colors of tropical fish and the other marine life, it was impossible to doubt his existence. All about her was the evidence of some great creator. The breathtaking beauty could not be accidental. It had to have been designed by an architect who dealt only in perfection. The colors flowed into her mind and were made more vivid by the silent slow motion of the deep. Jody breathed steadily, showering out a cloud of bubbles as she sank gracefully to the ocean bottom.

The water was calm and gentle and she savored the sensation of it swathing warmly over her. She imagined it dampening her naked body and trickling between her thighs. The wetsuit clung to her like a second skin, accentuating the curves of her lithe body and keeping her snug and dry, but still, there was something deeply sensual about being caressed by water. She stretched her legs and arms and swam with the agility of a fish as small ripples of excitement flowed through her weightless body.

A shoal of yellow and black striped Sergeant Major fish swam alongside her followed closely by a couple of blue hamlets. Jody smiled when she spotted a beady eyed puffer fish. It gulped water to inflate itself and give the illusion of being much bigger than it actually was. It was early in the morning and there were no other divers about. There were no big fishes either, but in the distance she could see a large lone turtle swimming away. A conch shell, nestling against a piece of coral and brushed by the frond of a sea fern caught her attention. She reached for it and at once felt an arm on hers. Chris was at her elbow shaking his head and pointing towards the shell with a clenched fist; the universal diver’s signal for danger. Jody looked carefully at the shell and its surroundings. What had she missed? A moray eel lurking nearby? A stingray camouflaged by sand that could react badly if startled? She splayed open her hands. ‘Why danger?’ she was asking. Chris reached for the slate around his neck and scribbled on it with a special pen. He handed it to Jody.

‘Poisonous conch,’ the message read.

Shit, she had forgotten that they could be poisonous. She smiled her gratitude and swam away from him toward the left. It was okay to have a guardian, and he had saved her from a painful rash, but she wanted to assert some independence too. It was a reflex action. She liked to lead.

Almost immediately a violent motion caught her eye. Twenty feet away, beyond a ridge she had just passed, a strange scene was unfolding. A skin diver, way too deep at forty five feet, was wrestling with something that was stuck in the coral. As Jody watched, he lost his grip and fell back suddenly. His shoulder sandpapered across a finger of razor-sharp coral and a cloud of crimson came away with it. At the same time, bubbles exploded from his mouth. From their quantity it was obvious that he had just lost a lungful of precious air. The man was clearly in danger. Alarm bells must be ringing in his brain, Jody thought as she reached for the spare regulator on her tank. Her legs threshed the ocean as she swam towards him. She was about to become the stranger’s lifeline, embarking on a dangerous game of offering air to a drowning man. She hoped Chris would be close behind. He would probably play it by the book and the book said that diving buddies swam close together.

****

Fuck, Gareth Robins cursed as a fiery sting ripped through his shoulder. Sometimes he truly hated himself. What the fuck had he been trying to prove? That he had the balls to free dive forty five feet and the cool to don the breathing apparatus on the bottom of the ocean? The yellow air tank he’d thrown overboard shimmered in the sunbeams streaming through the sea. An overwhelming sense of annoyance filled him as his lungs burned and threatened to burst. It would have been easy enough to retrieve the tank, but he hadn’t counted on his foot getting stuck in the fucking coral.

For a split second panic washed though him but he quickly pushed it aside. He’d never given a shit about danger before and he wasn’t about to start now. That was a preoccupation of ordinary people with nine-to five jobs and mortgages. In fact, he thought grimly, if this was it; if his life was snuffed out now, then the struggle would be over for good. There would be no more battles with an empty page. Never again would he hear the accusing silence of the typewriter. The dammed–up words would be fragmented and scattered amid the plankton, buried in the bellies of the fishes, consumed, eventually by kids in the fish fingers of a thousand TV dinners. It would be a fitting end for a writer who fought the battle with words that he both loved and hated.

Locked in his own private desperate world, Gareth did not see Jody arrowing towards him. When she reached him, she stared at the brown eyes behind the mask and held up the mouthpiece. With her other hand she reached for his arm and drew him in towards her hoping that he was not a complete amateur and would know what to do. He did. His eyes widened as he jabbed down with his thumb on the ‘clear’ button to expel water from the mouthpiece and jammed it into his mouth sucking greedily at the air.

Jody glanced over his muscular body and tried to work out what the hell had happened. How had the tank got stuck in the coral and why had he taken it off in the first place? Where was his buddy? Skin diving at this depth was insane, but surely he hadn’t been so foolish as to dive alone. Thinking back, she recalled seeing another boat on the surface with a dive flag flying when they had begun their descent. She peered closely at the man, searching for answers in the shadowy face behind the mask. It was difficult to see what he looked like. His dark hair streamed out in the water and the nosepiece of his mask hid most of his upper face. His eyes however, were clearly visible. They stared back at her. There was no fear in them, no gratitude either. Instead they flashed through the water in the way that angry eyes would and it was with shock that Jody realized they were signaling irritation. Gratitude, relief, even apology would have been appropriate emotions. Glaring anger however, was not what she had expected.

She made the ‘Are you okay?’ sign with her fingers. He didn’t respond, instead he helped himself to another deep breath from her tank and bent down to free his foot.

Annoyance welled up in Jody. Damn this idiot and his stupid arrogance, she thought. Helping an air hungry stranger was a risky business at the best of times. Sometimes they were so freaked they fought you for your air. He hadn’t done that, but without so much as a thank you, he was using up her precious bottom time. She toyed with the idea of snatching her spare breathing tube away and letting him struggle towards the surface on his own. Trailing a cloud of blood he would be a tempting shark target. Maybe a hammerhead’s teeth sunk deep into his ass would teach him a thing or two about safety and manners. But even as the thoughts flooded her mind, Jody was aware of other emotions. The eyes that bore into hers demanded attention. They were fierce and furious eyes, the look emanating from them tortured. The intensity of his expression shone through the mask and the almost black hair flying free in the ocean emphasized the energy that flowed from him. For a single second she broke the cardinal rule of diving. She held her breath under water.

Swimming thirty feet behind Jody, Chris had seen it all. The guy in trouble was some macho novice who was diving alone and Chris felt his temper rise at the stranger’s stupid behaviour which could have put Jody in danger. As he swam up to them he scribbled on his slate. ‘Are you okay now?’ The stranger peered at the words and nodded once.

‘Where’s your buddy?’ Chris wrote, thrusting the slate at the diver.

He deigned to reach for it and wrote slowly in a beautiful round hand that was in stark contrast to Chris’ untidy scrawl.

‘I don’t deal in buddies.’

Jody’s eyes widened as she read his reply. She grabbed the slate incensed by the arrogance of the stranger.

‘Do you deal in thank you’s? They’re usual when someone has saved your life,’ she scribbled crossly.

He snatched the slate from her. ‘You didn’t save my life.’ He pushed it back at her, the fury firing from his dark eyes.

‘Can you really be such a stupid man?’ She countered, shaking her head in disbelief.

Something snapped inside Gareth Robins. There had been terrible moments in the last twenty years, but he couldn’t remember one like this. All his life he had known one fact, and it had pulled him through all the bad and the dark times. What he knew, was that he wasn’t just clever. He was brilliant. The Pulitzer Prize said so. The reviewers said so. The publishers of his books said so. The readers in their thousands chanted the refrain. Now, at the bottom of the ocean, a woman with the hottest fucking body he’d ever seen was asking him if he was thick.

He stared in disgust at the slate then looked up at his wet suited savior. She was watching him, waiting for him to communicate. Her green eyes flashed hotly as if demanding his words. He glared at her, a hard cold look filling his eyes as he took a long final breath from her tank and dropped the mouthpiece. There was only one word in his head:

Escape.

He bent both knees and pushed off from the bottom as if jumping for the moon.

“Aaaaaargh,” he screamed in frustration as he shot forward up towards the surface.

Jody watched him go, bewildered by the intensity of their brief encounter.

‘Fucking asshole,’ Chris scratched furiously on his slate.

“Mmmm,” Jody murmured nodding her head, but oddly in her heart she couldn’t agree. Inside her chest, it was pumping hard and thudding against her ribs. The word ‘thanks’ hammered in her brain. Why had he not said it? And what was she to make of that look he had flashed her? The whole incident had been bizarre, but she found herself overlooking the diver’s irresponsible behaviour. Instead, she was recalling the brightness of his eyes, his wounded shoulder and the desperateness of his abrupt departure.

Who was he? From what private hell had he summoned up the departing scream of the damned? She wanted to know. But she would never know. He had been a man in trouble at the bottom of the ocean. She had rescued him and she would never see him again.

****

Gareth Robins squinted into the bright sunlight and watched the gathering crowd who were wandering around the Earth Day Exhibition stands. He groaned inwardly at the task he was about to undertake and let his eyes flicker over the beautiful landscaped gardens that flanked the area. The Hotel resort, with its expansive views of the ocean and the nearby tropical forest, was the perfect venue to host the event but it was the last place on earth that Gareth Robins wanted to be. He was the ultimate loner; aloof and remote in his world of artistic isolation and events like this one made him feel distinctly out of place.

His latest mystery novel had a strong nature and environmental theme and was being hailed as one of the biggest contributions to the conservation movement. He’d never intended to attract the attention of the Green Peace Groups, nor the activists who protested against global warming, acid rain and the stinks of human and automotive waste, but he had. And now, he found himself committed to signing copies of his book and making a guest appearance at a fundraising lunch. Great media hype and promotion, his agent had enthused. Gareth cursed silently. Like he gave a fuck about publicity.

But it was the whispers amongst those in the know that had finally driven the scientist and writer to attend the dreaded event. Rumors were rife that ‘Beyond the Hawaan Forest’ was a serious contender for a Nobel Literature prize and judging from the interest and excitement at the Earth Day exhibition, it was destined for the Conservation Hall of Fame as well.

****

Carla Thomas sat with the phone glued to her ear, deep in conversation, and gestured for Jody to enter the office. Jody plopped herself down on the chair opposite her best friend’s desk and glanced at the mountains of paper and brochures that littered it. She was always amazed at how Carla managed to balance her busy job as Senior Public Relations Officer for the prestigious resort, and still have time for her friends and family. Jody smiled warmly at her, grateful that Carla had been able to convince her to spend a few days at the resort to chill out. It had been a good idea; she was feeling a whole lot better. A publicity photograph amid the piles of paper caught her attention and she peered at it closely. There was something about the man in the photograph. She didn’t recognize him, but there was something oddly familiar about him.

“Who’s this?” she asked when Carla replaced the receiver.

“Gareth Robins, the writer. You know of him?”

“I’ve heard the name, but not read his work. He just looks so familiar…”

“Well, I don’t know much about him except they say he’s gifted and moody, like all these damn celebrities,” Carla said. “He’s signing his latest novel at the exhibition today, and there’s a lunch for him tomorrow.”

Jody was drawn back to the deep eyes in the photograph. That’s what was familiar, she realized as a shiver shot up her spine. It wasn’t the aquiline features or the jutting angle of his jaw that had captured her attention. It was the eyes. Could it be him? The diver who she’d not been able to get out of her mind for days? She took a deep breath. “Is he staying here at the resort?”

“No,” Carla said shaking her head. “Apparently he has a cottage down at the beach. His agent said he’d drive in each day.” She stared openly at Jody and smiled, “But why the sudden interest in him?”

Jody shrugged her shoulders, “Don’t know,” she lied. “I saw the picture, just curiosity I guess.”

****

The line moved slowly as Jody waited her turn, grasping a copy of ‘Beyond the Hawaan Forest.’ It was swelteringly hot and she wished she’d worn something cooler than the plain white tee shirt that ended just above the waistband of her jeans and showed a hint of her tanned stomach. Her long chestnut hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she donned a pair of tinted sunglasses.

Ahead of her, a man placed his book reverently before the author. Jody was close enough to hear snippets of the conversation.

“To whom should I dedicate it?” Gareth Robin’s voice was modulated, locked behind bars of self control.

‘To Linda,” said the man.

Gareth’s felt pen raced across the page.

“No… yes… I mean, to Jake and Linda,” the man said, changing his mind.

“Can’t it be to Linda and Jake?” Gareth’s lips were pursed.

“Jake and Linda would be better. I’m a bit old fashioned.” The man laughed apologetically.

“But I’ve already written to Linda…” Irritation dripped from his words.

The impression lingered that he would rather throw the book than autograph it. Jody felt the butterflies take off in her stomach. It was him. She just knew it! Tension clung to Gareth Robins like an aura. It was exciting ten feet from him.

Silence.

“Are you old fashioned enough to buy another book?” Gareth asked in an icy voice.

The man shifted nervously and Jody held her breath at what was unfolding. Drama seemed to follow Gareth Robins like a shadow, she thought as her eyes roamed over him. For an author he was physically fit and well tanned. Inexplicably she felt her nipples harden as she recalled the memory of his hard muscular body and broad shoulders as he struggled underwater. The sea breeze ruffled his unruly hair and his brown eyes darted towards the man, his features twisting in an outward demonstration of his inner emotions.

“Well?”

“Uh… yeah, I suppose Linda and Jake will be fine,” spluttered the man.

Gareth winced. It was clear he hated pretension. His lips curled at the corners in an almost-smile as he completed the signing.

Jody struggled to contain herself and laughed out aloud. Immediately Gareth’s eyes swiveled. They zeroed in on her and his features softened the moment he saw her. Across the short distance that separated them, her laughing face melted his hard one. She saw it happen. She felt it happen. Her beauty flowed over him like surf on a beach, washing away his irritation. He smiled at her.

Her heart leapt to her throat as she set the book down in front of him. Her nipples were still erect, but now, being this close to him had set up a dull throb in her pussy. He fixed his dark eyes on her and smiled again. “Who should I dedicate it to?”

Jody swallowed hard and removed her sunglasses.

“A dive buddy.” Her voice was low and husky.

Gareth’s head snapped back at her words. He glared at her. Those green eyes were unmistakable. Christ, how the fuck had she found him?
“A dive buddy?” He said sarcastically as he began scribbling on the inside cover. “Is it for that little boy who you were swimming with?”

Jody felt her blood run cold. How had it been possible to feel aroused by someone so hateful? “I see you’re just as charming on land as you are underwater,” she snapped. “Hopefully what you lack in basic social skills, you make up for in writing.”

Gareth Robins narrowed his eyes. He hadn’t been able to push the underwater incident from his mind, nor this girl with the hot body and the taunting words.

“What is it you want?” he asked softly, a menacing lilt in his voice. “Undying gratitude? A free book?” He gave a short sharp laugh. “Or perhaps a date? How about lunch? Tomorrow. The Terrace Room at one o’ clock. Tell them I’ve invited you.” His eyes swept over her fleetingly and then looked away at the line of eager waiting faces. She had been dismissed.

Jody snatched the book from the table. “I wouldn’t have lunch with you if you were the last man on earth,” she hissed, turning on her heel and striding away. The astonished stares of the waiting people burned into her back. “Bastard,” she seethed under her breath. She loathed the fucking son of a bitch, but as much as she hated to admit it, she was strangely intrigued by him. Her mind switched to what she would wear to lunch. Yeah, she’d be there, she decided. Not as a guest of Gareth Robins though, but rather as an assistant to Carla. She was sure she could do with some help.

****

Jody drained the last drop of wine in her glass and declined the offer of dessert from the scrumptious array of confections on the trolley. The muscles in her shoulders ached from being rigid with tension. She hadn’t eaten a thing; her stomach was too tightly wound to consider food, and the anger that she had felt toward Gareth Robins had reached critical proportions. Around her, the guests dined on unaware of her boiling emotions. They talked about the wonderful work of the esteemed wildlife photographer who had given a speech earlier and their disappointment at the non-arrival of the Pulitzer Prize Author, Gareth Robins.

“Thanks for inviting me today Carla, I enjoyed it.” Jody said looking at the strained and exhausted face of her friend.

“How can you say that? You didn’t eat a morsel and my guest of honor didn’t pitch up.”

“Gareth Robins, the hero of English Literature, is a total asshole,” Jody said wryly, “That’s not your fault, but the event went off well, and that’s all that counts.”

“Yeah, you try telling that to my boss,” Carla said grimly.

****

She knew she was going against her better judgment but after leaving the function Jody found herself driving along the winding road that ran parallel with the wild untouched side of the beach. She scanned the deserted landscape for some sign of life. Carla had mentioned that Gareth Robins had a summer cottage and Jody guessed it would not be on the commercialized side of the beach where holiday makers and tourists thronged. Ten miles down the road, recessed discreetly near two oversized boulders she spotted what looked like a single beach cottage. Her pulse quickened as she pulled off the road and navigated her way down a very steep path onto the remote beach.

She tried to fathom why she was doing it; going in search of the rudest, most selfish man she had ever met. The hot humid air clung to every part of her as she padded barefoot across the warm sand. Principles and ethics, that’s what it was all about, she decided. It didn’t matter how fucking acclaimed he was, Gareth Robins had to be told in no uncertain terms what an asshole he was for not showing up at a function held in his honor, where people had paid good money to attend. Not that he would give a shit, since he probably thought he was above all that in the reclusive ivory tower world in which he lived. But if it was the last fucking thing she did, she was going to set him right.

A warm gust of wind came off the sea. The tide had risen and where the surf was breaking on the powdery white sand, it had left a trail of sea plant debris. Jody stopped under a tall palm tree to catch her breath and to wipe away the small beads of perspiration that had formed on her forehead. The lone cottage loomed before her and she studied it for a moment. It was totally isolated and despite her anger, the intense solitude and remoteness of it left her with a slightly nervous feeling. There was no sign of life, but all the windows were open and pale diaphanous curtains blew out in the sultry breeze. Above the roar of the crashing surf the faint tinkling of wind chimes could be heard. Jody brushed the sand from her feet and slipped on her heeled sandals before she mounted the steps which led to the wooden deck.

There was no response to her knock on the door and she tried the handle. It slipped open and she stepped cautiously inside the shady coolness of the cottage. The sound of her footsteps on the wooden floors echoed throughout the room. It was completely bare, except for a large desk and a leather chair in the far corner. A laptop computer rested on the desk together with a pile of papers that looked like a manuscript. To the left was an old typewriter. With her heart beating wildly she walked across to the desk. Wads of balled up paper spilled out of a small trashcan onto the floor and the faint scent of cigarette smoke lingered in the air. She touched an empty coffee mug perched on the edge of the desk. It was still warm and a sudden rush of uneasiness washed over her. This was definitely his cottage, but where was he?

“Gareth,” she called. Her voice lanced out into the silence, surprising her with its loudness.

Silence.

Every nerve in her body screamed for her to leave, but the door leading off the bare living room caught her attention. It was slightly ajar. She listened carefully for a sound. Nothing. She moved towards it slowly, trying desperately to steady her breathing. Her rational mind tried one more time. Perhaps he’d gone out. Perhaps being here was a bad idea. The hollow sound of her footsteps resonated in her ears and her stomach tensed tight. She swallowed hard and pushed open the door.

The hand that grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the room came out of nowhere.

“No!” She screamed, starting back in shock. In a second he was behind her, his strong arm draped across her chest and gripped her with vice like strength. His hand moved to the side of her neck and held it firmly. The touch was commanding, like it was sure of its right of ownership. He pulled her roughly against him. There would be no resistance, only obedience. Jody let out a shriek, fighting, biting and clawing at the hands that held her. He tightened his grip arching his back and almost lifted her off the floor.

“What are you doing here bitch?” Gareth snarled.

Jody kicked at his legs and tried to scratch his arms, “Let me go you bast…” The scream died in her throat when she felt the steely coldness of the knife. Panic bubbled up in her. She was in real fucking trouble now and she froze, rigid with fear. Every muscle in her body wanted to defy her brain as the adrenaline squirted through her veins but she remained perfectly still. The musky smell of his maleness flooded her senses. It merged with the sudden rush of perfume scent that wafted from her heated body and she bit back a cry when she felt the insistent hard bulge of his cock pressing against her.

“Scream if it makes you feel better, but nobody will hear you.” His voice taunted her. “In fact, it will probably make me hotter.”

Her lips were too dry for speech but she tried. “Please…” Her voice sounded feeble in the silence of the room. Outside, the surf crashed violently against the beach.

Gareth threw her forcefully face down onto the bed and quickly moved on top of her, pinning her with his large body. His erection pressed against the cheeks of her ass searing through the thin fabric of her dress.

“I was wrong about you,” he said softly, his warm breath fanning her ear. “You didn’t want a free book or a date. You want a fuck, don’t you bitch?”

Jody trembled. “No … please, I’m so sorry. Let me go. Please don’t do this. I promise, I won’t tell anyone just let me leave now.” The words babbled out of her as a. small hysterical voice in her head urged her to try and reason with him, to beg him to let her go. She tried to writhe under him, to shift his weight from her.

“You need to be taught a lesson you little bitch,” he snapped. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you that if you knock on the door and there is no answer, you go away?”

Jody flinched as she felt the coldness of the knife slide between her shoulders. The spaghetti straps of her dress snapped as the sharp steel sliced through them. “Oh God,” she whimpered as a wave of nausea hit her. She bit her lips to prevent herself from crying out further. Fear held her tight, squeezing her. Her pent up breath wanted out, but her mind screamed for silence. A great shuddering gust of air rushed from her throat as the silk of her dress come apart under the sharp blade. Her body was bathed in cold sweat and she shivered involuntarily when her bra straps gave way and the cool blade slipped along her hip to slice off her panties.

His big hands worked quickly, peeling the shreds of clothing away from her skin. Her tits were bared and then her pussy and thighs. “Get up on your knees. I want to see your ass properly.” He shifted himself off her and the springs on the mattress creaked under their weight as Jody did as he said, pulling herself up onto her hands and knees. He forced her legs apart roughly until she was splayed open for him and she quivered with terror at his touch. She had never felt more helpless. The drums beat in her stomach. Any second now his hand would be at her groin, exploring the damp hairs, slipping inside her to explore her body.

“Play with yourself. I want to see you get yourself wet.” She reached tentatively between her legs and began to touch herself.

“Faster!” he hissed. Jody gritted her teeth as the sharp smack landed on her ass. She felt her skin smart as another slap landed and her face burned with shame. She knew he was watching her and would see that her flesh was defying her resistance; she was becoming wet, her pussy was oozing juice. She moved her hand more rapidly through her pussy lips and over her swollen clitoris.

“Keep it up, but don’t come. Don’t you dare come, bitch. Not till my big prick is inside you. I just want to see what a whore you are, what you’ll do for cock.”

She could hear movement now. He was doing something behind her. Oh God he was getting undressed.

Gareth stared down at the woman on the bed as he stripped off his shorts. She had a gorgeous ass, in fact that was the problem; she was too fucking gorgeous. The blood pumped through his veins and his cock ached with need. For an instant he tried to put his feelings into words. Sometimes his passion for a woman bordered on rage; there was an element of anger in it and he’d always wondered about whether it was just an exaggerated version of man’s desire to hunt and conquer. He stared at the knife. He’d never used a knife before, but this girl somehow evoked the most terrible overwhelming feelings in him. He’d been unable to sleep properly since he’d seen her and he hadn’t been able to write a fucking word either. He hated that she had seen him vulnerable and the fact that she could make him feel so weak and helpless with desire just made him plain fucking angry. Now, he was going to take her roughly and passionately as a kind of self defense against his own need for her. She’d come to him to taunt him further and he was going to own her, posses her and quench his desires in her.

Jody felt his fingers wiggle inside her and she jerked involuntarily at his touch. He moved his fingers roughly in and out of her pussy along her labia, up over her clit and then back deep inside. Each time he touched her clit her body jerked and writhed and the juices oozed out of her. She could smell herself, the scent of her excited cunt filled the air and she flushed in embarrassment, shocked at her body’s response.

“Yeah, that’s it you nasty little whore, fuck back onto my fingers, you know you love it,” he tormented, humiliating her. He pushed her chest down into the mattress and pulled his fingers out of her. She stifled a groan as she felt his breath on her ass. He spread her open and snaked his tongue into the wet valley of her cunt lapping at her juices, toying with her clit. He moved his lips to her ass, sucking the flesh of her cheeks into his mouth and bit down leaving his teeth marks in her skin. She gasped and he slapped her hard again before he positioned himself behind her. Jody trembled as she felt the first touch of his steely cock. This was the point of no return; he was going to fuck her. He didn’t even know her name but he was going to take her body. She felt him slide against her entrance, wetting his cock with her moisture. He felt hot and impossibly hard and despite her anxiety she trembled in anticipation. He forced her legs further apart and the most intense subservience coursed through her. She was flowing around the point of him. Her thighs were slick with her own shameful lust. She could feel him throbbing, pulsing against her wet lips, but he was still, as if deciding, or waiting. Then suddenly he forced himself inside her in one sure stroke as he rammed home. He sank like a dagger into her dripping depths slamming hard against the back wall of her cunt.

“Oh God,” she cried as she shook with the force of his assault. She was pressed forward, buried in the bed by the momentum of his invasion. Jesus, he was so big. She was full of him. There was nothing else in her body but the hard hotness at her core. For a long second he stayed there, his buttocks taut with the strain as he crammed himself inside her. At last they relaxed and he slid back, surfing on the foaming sea of her lust. She licked the perspiration from her upper lip. “Oh God, Gareth,” she moaned, lost in the moment. Then she bit her lip to stop herself. Jesus, he was raping her, and she was moaning in pleasure. Her fingers clutched the quilt on the bed as his furious pace quickened. She tried to hang on, her head thrashed from side to side as she fought herself. She didn’t want to respond, she didn’t want to enjoy this violation. She tried to think in the middle of the storm of their bodies but her mind wouldn’t work. She was too far gone. The beginnings of an orgasm were upon her. It came from far away on an uncertain wind and from the force of it; she knew she would experience pleasure more complete than she had ever known. The fear had done it. The mind numbing fear that had gripped her had fueled her passion. Now it soared and carried her away. She opened her mouth and moaned in the agony of her ecstasy.

“Arrrgh!” she screamed as her cunt convulsed over and over around the cock that was brutally invading it.

Gareth felt her shudder with the intensity of her orgasm. He pulled himself from her spasming cunt and grabbed her.

“Turn over,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.

Jody rolled onto her back and looked up at him, seeing him for the first time since she had entered the cottage. His eyes glinted with naked raw lust and they roamed over her exposed body. A thin sheen of perspiration clung to him. He looked lean, hard and hungry and his cock jutted out angrily from between his thighs. Strings of her cunt juice mingled with his precum dripped from him.

“Suck it!” He said forcing his cock into her mouth. She took him inside stretching to accommodate him and immediately felt the steely heat on her tongue. The taste of their juices was sublime and she tried not to think of how she must look to him. Her mouth, was wide open like a cunt spit dripping from her lips as he fucked her mouth. Driven by desire he shoved his cock in deeply and hit the back of her throat. She gagged and he pulled her head back, holding her by the hair, then he forced her back on his cock again.

“You’re too beautiful, you know that?” He groaned, watching his cock fuck her face. “I’ll bet you intimidate the hell out of men, so that none of them suspect what you really want in bed, you little slut. Yeah that’s it you little bitch, suck harder, harder I want to come all over your face.”

The first blast hit the back of her throat, the next one sprayed over her face landing on her cheek and in her hair. A thin dribble leaked from her lips and inadvertently her tongue snaked out to lick it up while Gareth held her head in his hands, his fingers entwined through her hair.

She tried to move from him, to roll away on the bed, but he yanked her back and climbed onto the bed.

“I’m not finished yet my little slut.”

Jody tried to muster up as much contempt in her voice as she could. “You’ve had what you wanted, now let me go.” But even as she spoke she was aware of the size and strength of his body looming over her and his cock which was still hard and thick. What more could he want of her? He had overpowered her, used her and humiliated her, made her climax uncontrollably. He glared at her, his eyes were still filled with intense lust and hooded with desire.

“I watched you fuck me and suck me and you loved it, didn’t you?” Gareth said softly.

Jody turned her head and stared out of the window. Across the ocean the sun was setting on the horizon, but if anything, the high tide had the waves crashing relentlessly and violently to the shore. It was ironical, she thought fleetingly, that nature was almost mimicking the turmoil that was unfolding inside the beach house. She couldn’t bear to meet his eyes again. The ticking of the bedside clock was softer by far than the beating of her heart.

“I could tell by the way you were moving and the way your breath hissed when I fucked you that you loved it,” he taunted, “and that’s when I decided what I was going to do with you.” He grabbed her ankles and slid two pillows under her ass.

“No, no please, not there please.” Jody gasped trying to wrench free. It was the ultimate violation. He was going to sodomize her, really use her for his own depraved pleasure.

The look in her eyes as he pressed her legs back till her knees were against her chest just made Gareth hotter. He bent down and tongued her ass, licking it while she squealed and writhed beneath him. With her legs shoved up like that, Jody realized she would never be able to resist him and it would be harder to clench and keep him out. He dug one then two fingers inside her and she let out a long anguished groan. A smug smile crossed Gareth’s face as he smeared pussy juice over her hole. Her cunt was slick and wet, the bitch was loving it. Jody tensed and tried to fight one last time as he pushed the head of his cock against her resisting sphincter. When it popped inside her she screamed and panted against the sudden intrusive pain.

“Oh God, no,” she cried letting out a great shuddering gust of air from her lungs. It caught on the edge of her lust, and broke free as a sigh of hopeless passivity. Gareth heard it, saw the look in her eyes and it fueled him with the rawest desire. He had to hold back from ramming his cock brutally into her. Instead, he pushed it in slowly. He knew how sensitive she would be, but he also loved the sight of it sinking slowly into her hot tight ass. Jody let out a moan as the pain turned to exquisite pleasure.

“Ugh!” Gareth grunted as the last part of his cock slid all the way inside her. Jody clamped her legs around him in a last desperate attempt to stop him from moving. He reached down and grabbed her tits, twisting her nipple slowly between his fingers.

“Feel it? Feel my hard cock in your ass? Is it good baby? See, you don’t need a dive buddy, you need a cock up your ass. You like me there, don’t you, you little whore?”
Jody couldn’t answer. Being fucked like this made her feel like a whore. She was completely stuffed. Her cunt spasmed with little pre-orgasmic jitters. She’d never felt so totally fucked, so completely possessed by a man, so helpless. She reached up to his shoulders to try and instinctively push against him, but he grabbed her wrists and pushed her hands down to her pussy

“Play with yourself, whore!” He said. “Play with your cunt while I fuck your hot ass! I want to watch!”

That was it: he’d stripped away her last shred of dignity. He was kneeling on the bed, holding her ass in his hands and fucking her while she worked her clit, shamelessly beating off with the feel of his big hard cock stretching her little asshole. She shuddered as he leaned forward to suck her tits. The image of what she must look like flashed through her brain. Jesus, how depraved, like she was totally owned by him. This fucking bastard whom she had saved had her completely helpless.

“You are a whore, aren’t you baby?” he whispered down at her. “Just a gorgeous fucking whore and you love having my prick up your ass, don’t you? You can’t wait for me to shoot inside your tight ass, can you?”

“Jesus,” she screamed as she clawed at his thigh with her one hand and stroked her clit rapidly with the other. She felt the heat rising from her face as she ground her ass against him, stirring his cock around inside her. Orgasmic sparks shot through her spine as his throbbing cock continued to plow into her.

Gareth gazed down at her as her gasps and pants got louder. Her hair was all over the place, plastered to the sweat on her face and her hand was a blur as it worked between her legs. He held her down by her shoulders and felt the sperm bubble up in him.

“Gonna come in your ass, bitch! Gonna fill you up with it! Oh God! Oh Fuck! ”

The hot wetness of his semen and the throbbing of his cock set her off. She arched her back and cried out as the muscles in her ass and cunt quivered and convulsed. Gareth slapped her ass goading her on like a jockey riding a horse.

“Yeah that’s it baby, cum, cum for me.” Waves of lewd pleasure washed over Jody as her ass spasmed around his cock squeezing every drop of semen from him. She shuddered in release and then her body was wracked by wrenching sobs as the dam wall inside of her finally burst in a torrent of tears.

****

Jody woke to the sounds of the ocean and seagulls. The dawn light spilled into the room bathing her in delicious warmth. She reached across the bed but he was gone. All that lingered was his masculine scent. She eased herself out of bed and grimaced at the stiffness in her muscles, the tenderness in her ass. At her feet, the remains of her clothes lay in tatters. She saw his discarded shirt and slipped it on, breathing his scent once more. As she reached the door and stepped into the bare living room, she heard the sound of the keyboard. She looked towards him. He was deeply engrossed in his writing. The words spilled from him in a torrent as his fingers flew over the keys. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air and a curl of cigarette smoke wafted above him. He was in his own world again. The world of creative genius where she didn’t exist, where no-one and nothing but the words mattered. She smiled and tiptoed across the room. More than anything in the world, she wanted to run her hands through his hair and touch him one last time, but she knew she couldn’t. She reached the door and stole one last look at him. Perhaps… Perhaps, some day their paths would cross again.

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