She thought She'd Miss Him

chapter 4

Randall was inside of her. His thrusts racked her, he was much more endowed than Brian had been, and she felt every inch of him, for he was unmerciful, hands holding onto her hips, his short nails digging in to her flesh as he held on, \"Yes, my little slut,\" he growled at her, not slowing one bit, \"That feels wonderful. You are opening to me and your muscles are clenching onto my cock. I knew you needed this.\"
Needed this? she thought, what is he talking about. He\'s RAPING me! The images on the televison sickened her. The two women in the film were now using toys on each other in disgusting ways, but she kept her mind focused on them nontheless to try to block the terror of what was happening to her.
She then felt one of his hands leave her hip, and tensed suddenly, waiting for him to slap her ass, but instead of that, an even more fearful act. His finger was sliding into her rectum!
\"That\'s something else you need to get used to, but that\'s for later, slut,\" It felt as if he were in her stomach, his pounding of her was so deep. He must have been nearly 10\" long, and she had never been with a man so large. His finger slid in and out of her anus in time with his thrusts, and for a moment, she felt as if she may orgasm against her will, the intensity of the act was too much for her to ignore. She had a fleeting thought that Brian had never done it this way, then, he was out of her, climbing off the mattresses, and coming around to stand in front of the television. Before she could look away she saw him, naked, and still very erect, and something inside her stirred, forgeting all else but his body, which was lean, gently muscled, graceful in an overwhelmingly masculine way. His haunting grey/blue eyes stared down at her teasingly, his thick black hair tusled from the exertion of the rape, and just for one moment, she felt herself uncontrollably attracted to him.
Brian! He killed Brian! She found her resolve once more and looked away to some anonymous spot on the wall.
\"I must leave you now. There are clothes in the closet, the bathroom is through the door over there,\" he pointed to the left of the bed, \"and If you\'d like, I could have some food brought in for you.\"
She only then realized that she was hungry, but to beg this pig for food would sicken her, \"I don\'t need anything from you.\"
\"You say that now, but soon you will think differently. Besides if you don\'t eat, you\'ll become ill, and we can\'t have that. I will send the food.\"
Randall left Rae then, and she wondered how she was supposed to dress and eat while she was chained in bed, but her answer came all too quickly when his man, the same one that had come into the bathroom at her home with the cloth soaked in cloroform came in.
She felt her eyes watering in humiliation, then choaked the tears back, knowing that this is exactly how Randall wanted her to feel. He wanted her humiliated.She was soon free, wrapping in the comforter to shield herself from the probing eyes of this huge man with dark eyes and buldging arms. He stared at her for awhile, no expression on his face at all. She looked up at him, an expression of utter and pure hatred, \"Get out.\"
Rae thought she saw the slightest whisp of a smile come to his lips, but it was gone so quickly she didn\'t know for certain if she\'d actually seen it.
Climbing off the bed very slowly, she went into the bathroom, and discovered a huge room with a garden tub at it\'s center, a glassed in shower taking up the entire end, three sinks and vanities along the right,broken by a set of doors she could only assume was her closet and a window making up the entire left wall. She walked in and looked out the window, amazed at the beauty she saw. She was indeed on an island, the tropical scene was one of palms trees, thick foliage and a beach to the far right, the ocean glistening in the horizon. It came to her, a sense of peace looking out over this view, and she thought she would sit in a hot bath and try to calm some of the distress of the last few hours before Randall came back to torture her further.
The faucet was gold and the water filled quickly, she left the comforter on the floor and stepped into the bath, her muscles suddenly celebrating the hot water when she was submerged to her long neck. Except for the welts across her buttocks which seethed with pain, but she willed them to behave, because she needed to cleanse her body of this horror. She lay back on the headrest, hands sliding over her breasts and stomach. She began to think of the way she had felt when Randall stood before her before he left the room, and she attacked herself with foul words, \"Cunt. That\'s was Daddy would have said. You\'re a cunt, being attracked to the murderer. He killed Brian, and you became aroused for an minute, and don\'t say you did not like the feel of his huge penis, either.\" Of course Daddy would never have said penis. \"Dick\" was his choice for the male genitals. Rae then thought of the things Randall had said, and scoffed, \"I\'m no golddigger.\", but before the denial was all the way out of her mind, another thought came. When she had met Brian, and they spoke, heads together in low voices at the library that first day, she had first thought how handsome he was, lt brown hair, hazel eyes, refined features, thinnish lips.Then her second thought came back to her like a train roaring down a track. He told her he was getting his masters. She had thought, \"Well at least he won\'t be living in a shack.\"
But No! that didn\'t mean anything. He was great, he was fun, and he had loved her. He loved the way she folded her napkin after a meal even though it would soon be in the wash. He had loved the way she got giddy when they drove through the country and she saw a baby animal. He loved the way her nose crinkled up when she laughed. He- \"Sure he loved me for a lot of reasons. Why did I love him?\"
Before she could answer, she looked down into the steaming water, and realized her fingers were gently rubbing her clit. Her nipples were erect even through the heat of the water, and she was horrified, then a childhood memory came back to her. Lying in that little grimy tub, masterbating for hours, dreaming of having a rich husband who wanted sex all the time. Wild erotic sex. Had she wished this on herself? Were all those boys she let get at her in high school ghosts from the past. She continued to rub her clit in tight little circles, her body reacting, thinking of some of her past conquests, her other hand on her breast, kneeding as Randall had, bringing herself to climax, her back arching, a soft moan coming from her lips.
Soon after, she climbed out, took one of the thick cotton towells from the rack next to the tub and went to the closet.
What she saw inside made her gasp.The closet was nearly as large as the bathroom itself. Along the left were designer clothes such as she had never seen, the styles and fabrics were exquisite, the back wall were a hundred pair of italian shoes in ever shape and color, the right drawers she assumed were where the delicates were, and hangers full of nightgowns, and some strange costumes fitting for S&M clubs. She ignored these and went to the clothes, which were hung by color and fabric left to right. She chose a silk sundress with a flowered pattern, a slip and sandles, dressed then walked out of the bathroom. There sitting in one of the wicker chairs by the window was Randall, a grin across his face, \"Did you enjoy your bath?\" his grin widened, \"No, don\'t answer, I saw that you enjoyed it thoroughly.\"