Opposites Attract

DISCLAIMER: Hey folks, This chapter is a lot darker than what I had envisioned for the story, and since I can't figure out how to change the story codes, I am throwing in this disclaimer. This chapter deals with a scene of rape and humiliation so be warned.

For those of you that choose not to read the chapter, you can get away with not reading it. Just know that Micheal Christianson is a sadist, a rapist, and doesn't mind hurting women. And he has another victim...

For those of you who are still reading:


Conciousness brought the pain. It's only purpose was to tell her that she was still alive. A dull ache ran though her shoulers, abdomen, and arms. The young black woman rolled over and opened her eyes slowly. The same dingy room looked back at her, the flimsy bed, the metal chair, and one of the implements of her torture, a set of handcuffs and waist chain in one corner. As she looked around, her shoulder rolled and screamed at her to stop.

Molly's hands had been cuffed behind her back and her elbows tiogetogether so they were almost touching. It had been this way for two days. She could hardly feel them anymore, and she didn't know if they would ever be the same. The night was spent with her on her stomach on the bed because it was the only way she could lay down.

It seemed like so long ago, she had been stranded with a flat tire when a white man with black hair stopped to help. Not having a spare in her car, she agreed to go with him to get the other fixed. They had driven for a while when she asked where they were. He didn't respond and instead he had hit her in the stomach and pushed her down into the foot area of the passenger side. Not a word was said as he stomped her into the crevice. When she was thoroughly subdued he drove her to an old farmhouse outside of town. She pleaded with him, but it was like she wasn't even there, he just had this sadistic little smile. It scared her more than being kidnapped did. When he stopped the truck he pulled a white cloth out of a plastic bag and placed it on Molly's mouth. She tried to resist, but the fumes made her dizzy and after a few breaths she fell asleep.

The day that had followed was pure hell. He had tied her arms behind her to begin with, then started assualting her. Taking sadistic pleasure in keeping her off her feet, everytime she tried to get up he would chuckle and kick her back over. As the day progressed he moved to humiliation, slowly cutting off her clothes until she was fully naked. He would take turns between beating on her and running his fingers over her body. The sensations confused and disturbed Molly until she didn't know what was going on, what day it was.

A sound from upstairs pulled her out of her thoughts. The stairs creaked as he decended and Molly scampered against the back wall, cowering as if that would help her. The dim light coming from the stairway silouetted the figure as he stepped off the last step and turned in her direction. He breath rang in her ears as she saw the figure stop. His deep voice boomed in the small room, "Come."

Molly was frozen in place and the tears began to stream down her face. Finally she pushed herself up to a standing position and walked over to him. As she approached he spoke again. "Kneel."

Tears streamed down her face, "Please, no." He reached out and pushed her down to her knees. The sound of a zipper brought a new set of sobs from Molly. Up until now, her confinement had been of a non-sexual nature, but she feared now that that was going to change. Something warm and dry against the side of her face and she tried to turn away, but the man grabbed a fistfull of her black hair and twisted her back to face him.

"Now," he demanded as his penis pushed against the corner of her mouth. She refused to allow it entry and a small cry escaped her lips. The hand in her hair pulled her head back and tipped it up so she was looking at his face. Backlit as it was by the single bulb, she could see short dark hair and souless brown eyes looking down at her. At once her eyes exploded into sparks and she felt her lip break open as his other hand came crashing down into her jaw. Her head immediaately snapped to the side and it began to swim as it lobbed to the side. Finally her vision tunneled and she passed out.

Blood. The taste of blood in her mouth woke her up. That and the slap across her swollen jaw. She moaned and tried to roll over, Her elbows had been untied now, but her hands were still tied behind her back. As she tried to move she realized that her ankles were now tied together. She heard the man walk over to her and haul her bodily onto her knees. Again, the thin carpet dug at her bare knees. Two hands were holding her head now and once again she felt the head of his penis against her lips. She began to cry and sob as he tightened his grip on her hair pulling it and forcing her to open her mouth. As his member passed over her tounge, she could teaste it and she wretched at its foulness. He pulled her head deeper onto his shaft and started pumping her head back and forth on himself.

She t to to break loose but he held her tightly. Her only solace was that his member wasn't too large. As he pumped her head back and forth she tried to separate herself from the act, making herself feel that she was off somewhere else and this wasn't her. It worked until he pulled her all the way onto him and his penis hit the back of her throat. She choked on it as she felt him stiffen. His seed shot into Molly's throat and down her gullet. Once he finished, he let her head go. She recoiled back, trying to spit it out, but only a few drops came up, the rest she must have swallowed.

As Molly lay naked on the ground trying to spit the taste out of her mouth, he walked over to her. "Good. Now another," he said as he grabbed her arm with one hand and grabbed her exposed breast with the other. With her hands tied behind her back, there wasn't anything she could do to stop him. He twisted the nipple painfully and she yelped. Her protests seemed to drive him on and he threw her upper body across her small bed, her knees touching the floor. His hands fell onto her back, holding her in position as she felt his penis slide across her butt. She squirmed, knowing what was next, but he held her firmly.

She cried out as his cock pressed against her clean shaven cunt. With a slow, building pressure, he slid himself into her, The dry walls of her pussy felt like they were being ripped apart as he drove to enter her. She buried her face into the dirty bedding, the taste of them only making her agony more complete. As he started trusting back and forth, her body began reacting uncociously. Her vaginal walls began to be slick from her fluids and she felt her body begin to be aroused from the mere action of being fucked. She tried to push down her arousal, guilt welling up to replace it.

After a few moments she felt him push deep into her and explode. She cried as she felt him fill her with another load. He pulled out and she collapsed on the floor, pulling herself into a fetal position as well as she could. She looked up to see him stand up and walk back upstairs. As he passed behind the lightbulb, she saw only the face of evil. The revalation brought a new sense of guilt and humilitaion mixed with fear. She hyperventilated from it and passed out, blissfully.