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By BunnyGirl (SweetestWitch@aol.com)


Derrick and I have been together, for two years. I do love him, and our wedding date is less than two weeks away. We both have emotional baggage, but when you love someone as much as I love him, you believe that everything will 'get better in time.'

Derrick is a good man in many ways, but there's a deep, rooted anger within him that could stop a freight train in its tracks, when the beast in him is aroused. I know he loves me, just that... he sometimes doesn't know 'how' to love me. His father was physically abusive, and what little he's been able to share with me about childhood beatings, are dreadful.

On a recent Sunday, I had this strange feeling all day, and kept trying to brush it off. At first, I thought it was PMS, but now I know I'd been sensing something dark in Derrick's composure. Every move he made alarmed me. I secretly wished that he had gone to the sports club with the guys, rather than stay home to watch the games.

I busied myself by cleaning the house and doing laundry, largely in part to keep out of Derrick's way. Rather than watching football intently, like he usually does, his attention seemed fixed on me. He sought me out in the various rooms I worked in, and often stood in the doorway just staring at me.

Feeling his presence, I'd periodically look up and ask, "What's up?"

He'd only mumble something like, 'Nothing, just checking on you...' or, 'Wanted to make sure you were still around.'

He startled me once, when I was bending over the hamper, asked why I was cleaning the house in my white, cut-off shorts. I jumped and turned to face him, a small twitch at the corner of his lips told me he wanted to smile or even laugh.

I said something like 'They're comfortable... why?'

He barked, "Because your ass is hanging out like some kinda 'bitch' waiting for a 'dog' to come up and fuck you!"

I barely heard his response; instead, a surge of nervous tension rose up in me and caused me to shiver. There was a rage in his voice.

Derrick's a big guy, standing at an even six feet tall. He works out at the gym only once or twice a week, but he's naturally built with broad shoulders and strong arms. Compared to my small five-foot, barely six-inch, frame, he rather hulks over me. I love the feeling of being caressed in his arms, the comfort of being swept up and cherished by him is awesome, but I also know, from first hand experience, how powerful this man is.

It was getting late, past dinnertime, but I still cleaned; working on our bedroom at the time. I knew I should have started supper, but something inside me just wanted to keep a distance from him, as long as I could.

I was putting the vacuum cleaner away in the hallway utility closet, when from the corner of my eye, I saw Derrick come out of the kitchen and head toward me. I knew he was going to ask about dinner so I quickly shoved the appliance to the back of the cabinet and slammed the door. He walked passed me without saying a word, but his hand brushed against my butt. I drew back in slight panic instantly, I knew it was the wrong move to make.

Quickly, he turned to me in the narrow hall and asked in a falsely sincere voice, "What's wrong?"

I said, "Nothing." and hurriedly squeezed past him to the room.

A strong hand, twice the size of mine, grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. I grimaced I knew it was the wrong look.

"I asked what's wrong?" he demanded. His eyes caught mine before I could turn my face.

I lied and shrugged, "Nothing. I-I think I'm tired... or coming down with something is all." When what I wanted to scream was 'Don't fucking touch me! I know what's gonna happen!'

My body involuntarily shook with fear; I knew it was the wrong emotion to show.

I tripped over my own feet, when he pushed me backward against the linen closet, my thoughts raced. I knew I had been asking for this by avoiding him all day. I squirmed, tried to push him away. His body slammed into mine. He bent his head, his hot, beer breath rushed down the side of my face and neck.

I looked away and continued to struggle. "Look, not now... I... I'm tired." I knew it was the wrong thing to say.

He smiled and lowly growled through his white, clenched teeth, "I got something to make you feel better."

Strained against his heated mass, I cried out, "NO!"

He pushed my shoulders and arms back. I tried to bring my knee up between his thighs to hurt him; I knew this was futile. He ran his blistering lips against my neck, his evening beard scratched my cheek and throat. My wriggling only aroused him, I knew this but I couldn't stop. He pulled my hair, it fell out of the pink barrette that pinned it. He brought his lips over mine. I managed to free my right hand and jab his side with my palm he slapped me. A searing pain rushed through my right temple and ear, all the way down my neck. I cried. I knew this was wrong so wrong.

Then it happened. A numbing sensation briefly swept over my body and mind, it was quickly replaced with sick, perverted desire. The sexual animal in me, instinctively took over.

Derrick's knee wedged between my legs and slid up between my thighs. My hips gyrated and pressed hard against his leg. A moan escaped my lips. I knew I was doing the right thing now. He shoved his groin into the side of my stomach, I felt the hardness of his bulge press me for release. He brought his lips to mine once more. Suddenly I wanted to fuck and fuck hard.

With fierce eyes, he looked into my face and down my chest. "You like this don't you baby? You want me to fuck you hard huh baby?" he ripped at the front of my yellow, cotton blouse and drove his groin relentlessly against me.

His left hand slipped under my bra, his fingers squeezed my nipple persistently; I winced at the pain yet begged him for more. His right hand pressed into my stomach and shot down inside my shorts and panties, I spread my legs slightly.

"That's it baby, only daddy can do this for you right... right?" He knew I hated when he called himself daddy.

His fingers slid easily between my smooth lips and circled my stiffening clit.

He gulped and stuttered, "Y-y-es, baby... y-you're so fucking hot... an' wet."

He pressed hard, and dry fucked my stomach. "Your juicy cunt must be all red and flushed now, huh?" he asked, licking his lips and breathing so heavy, his chest seemed to expand.

For that one moment I knew I had control, he let his guard down and wanted me more than life itself. He molded the outer, fleshy lips of my pussy then shoved the tip of his finger inside my snug hole. My tender pussy tightened around his finger, my body shuddered.

His other hand released my sensitive nipple and slid out from under my bra. I knew that once he unhooked the front of my bra and my breasts were exposed, he'd lose himself to me completely. He loved the contrast of my dark tan line against creamy white breasts. He often said he never needs pussy again; that his cock stuffed between my soft tits, and the sight of my chocolate-brown ringlets and large, pointed nipples were enough to shoot his load.

My C cup breasts bounced out of their lace restraint. Derrick gasped, and I knew he was mine. Sliding his hand up through my slippery pussy, making sure to pinch my clit as he did, he brought his slick fingers to my protruding nipple and flicked it. Derrick's breathing faltered, he bent to suck my glistening nipple into his hot mouth. I bit my lower lip, moaned softly and watched him suck and bite my nipple. My left hand ran through his hair, pulling his mouth harder to my tit, my right attempted to cup his huge bulge but he slapped it away. I knew my moment of control was over.

He tugged down at my shorts, I begged him, "Baby let me suck your big cock... I wanna taste you... make you feel good... yeah?"

He looked in my face with shark-like eyes, something was in there, on his mind, but all I saw was his dark stare.

I breathed heavily again, while he unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, "Let me swallow your huge cock baby. I want you to cum in my mouth." I begged.

For some reason, even through this sick, distorted lust of mine, I would rather he take my mouth than take my pussy my womb my soul.

Like a cold, unfeeling stone he asked in a hushed, monotone voice, "What are you? A whore? You wanna get paid for head now?"

I didn't know what to say, this was new. A new fright shot through me, "No baby, I meant..." I shook my head.

His voice grew, "You wanna be a whore?" His large hand strangled me, cutting off my air.

"You fucking whore! Why the fuck should I marry a whore? I should find a fucking virgin, huh? Huh?"

He squeezed tighter and almost pushed me through the door. An image of a poor, defenseless girl confronted by this brute swamped my mind, I wept internally for her.

He loosened his grip, I choked out, "N-no, no, I just meant...." I peeled my eyes away from his stare.

The monster spun me around, my face slammed against the slotted linen-door, my shorts fell around my ankles.

"Oh god no, no Derrick..." I cried.

"Shut up!" he yelled in my ear.

With a log-like forearm, he jammed my shoulders and neck against the wooden door. I tried to say something, I can't remember what, he pinned me harder. His nails tore into my lower back, he pulled my white, cotton panties just past my butt. His free arm reached around my hips and pulled me back, my ass slammed and jiggled against him, my face grated down the wooden slats of the linen door. The smell of lavender filled my nostrils, the taste of blood rolled over my tongue panic rushed through me.

I searched for courage and a way out, 'Where's the sweet numbness I felt just seconds ago?!' Terrified, I prayed to die, right there before his very eyes.

I wrestled and fought back again, so desperately needing a sense of control. I panicked but told myself, 'Remember Tia... you like this, you like your ass fucked!' but the desire left me, I was helpless.

Icy-cold nerves quaked through my body. I heard him unzip his pants, I resisted, he slapped my ass hard.

"Yes" slipped through my lips. 'Prepare me' is what I thought.

I wanted him to repeatedly slap my ass and pussy with all his strength, but instead, he shoved his elbow into the hollow of my cheek. A dark, red trickle ran into my eye and stung it. I shut my eyes tight against the linen door, and felt my teeth grate the inside of my mouth. I knew he wouldn't spank me again, he knew I wanted it. I damned him, damned his soul. I knew that was all I could do.

He loosened his pants and I felt his cock slap against the right cheek of my ass. It felt hotter and more massive than ever before. He flattened my upper body with his and pulled my ass cheeks apart. My pleas and cries were of no use; the more I squirmed, the more my ass jiggled and rubbed against his cock, it only aroused him to the point of insane desire.

Derrick grabbed his cock and pushed it down between my thighs, it sprung up and slapped my quivering pussy. For a second I thought I was safe, or that he would, at least, lube his cock in my dripping, pussy juice before banging my ass, I was wrong. He gripped his huge cock and jerked it against my pussy, punching the underside of my ass while he did.

Pulling my hips back he growled against my ear, "You fucking cunt... you fucking bitch."

He continued pumping his cock, "I'm gonna shove my dick so far and deep up your fucking ass..." he panted, "...it'll come out your juicy twat."

I reached behind trying to slash him with my nails, nothing worked. He kneaded the fleshiness of my butt, digging his nails in and spreading them apart and then I felt it -pain. My heart stopped, I quit breathing, I found little solace in the wetness of his raging cock. Pain spread through my insides like a red, hot iron.

I implored him, "Slow... slow... slow...." It was all I could say or do. He moved fast. The throbbing head of his cock popped into the rim of my puckered asshole.

I screamed, "Fuck, no! Fuck! No!" and constricted my ass as tight as I could to keep him from going deeper.

He struggled to get the rest of his cock in, I squeezed my ass cheeks as tight as I could, but he ripped at them and persisted. With each hard jab, I felt tearing pain rush from every nerve in my sensitive ass.

He crammed his pole deeper and grunted, "Your fucking ass is so tight. I'm gonna fuck your ass, girl. Daddy's fucking your ass baby, he's fucking your tight, baby ass."

He bit into my shoulder, and fucked me like a giant, demonic beast going at a tiny cherub. I felt searing pain with every thrust of his seven-inch cock.

I screamed in my head, maybe out-loud, 'the tighter I squeeze the more painful it is. Why can't I relax? God I need to relax!'

He pulled me back and lifted me onto his thighs, impaling me on his ramming rod. My legs fell open, stretching my panties that were still clinging to my knees. That's when I looked down and realized I was spraying piss. My body gave up and I gave in, I sobbed like a lost and injured child.

Derrick twisted my nipple with one hand, reached down and dug his nails into my fleshy, pussy lips with the other. The shower of hot piss on his hand must have sent him to fuck heaven, because he bounced my hips higher and grunted 'Y-y-yeah!' madly fucking my cunt hole with his thick fingers.

I flopped above him like a rag doll, pee misted the linen door, and droplets flew through the air over my stomach and thighs. My soul drifted away, but slammed back into my shell, with each new burning pain. All I saw, were flashes of bright blues and greens dancing before my eyes.

I prayed for death, I prayed for revenge, I prayed for the pain to stop -and then he came.

Shoving his cock in me all the way to his balls, his body tensed, he gave out a long, deep groan. His cock twitched and jolted and splashed hot jism deep in my ass. Another thrust and another load of cum spurted into me, coating my insides. His thrusts seemed endless, hot cum shot into my tight hole, until I felt it leak past his pulsing cock and over my bruised cheeks. A final thrust and he dropped me to my feet.

'God this hell was finally going to be over!' My heart leapt and I breathed again.

He pulled his hips back, letting his dick slowly slide out, it made a slurping sound and finally a wet pop. His dick was out. A gush of his dripping heat rushed down my inner thighs and knees and collected in my panties, mingling with my own pee.

I was stiff, in too much pain and horror to move. Derrick leaned against me, his cock still burning hot and rock hard, pressed against my lower back. He breathed heavily on the top of my head and kissed me once softly. He waited a moment, until his cock softened. I heard him stumble backward and zip his jeans. I never turned to look. He walked away, I heard him grab his keys off the kitchen table, the front door slammed, finally his truck blazed down the street.

Gradually, I backed up, bent to pull my panties up; the sting in my ass was unbearable. I noticed red strings of blood mixed with his creamy cum and my yellow piss coating the crotch of my panties, I pulled them up anyway. Slowly, I staggered to the bathroom, caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror, but refused to look.

I turned on the shower, found myself longing for him to come back, and cried again. 'Why? Why?' my heart sank so deep.

I stepped under the running water and mindlessly lathered. Each new rip in my ass burned, the hurt wouldn't end. I cried in agony, finally doing the only thing I knew of, that would bring relief from this searing ache. Grabbing the shower massager, and spreading my legs, I blasted my clit with the pulsing water. While I came, the pain subsided for a brief moment, when the pain returned it was seemingly less than before.

That whole night and following day, I didn't hear a word from Derrick, I called his job and he hadn't gone in. I worried, not knowing how badly he was taking it. It's not his fault, I should have known better than to push him. Derrick really is a good man. I know he loves me, I love him immensely, and I know everything will get better in time.

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