The Snake

As a hand snaked around her shoulder Mari cringed. What was Jake doing? She grabbed his hand and pulled it off her shoulder as she smiled an apology at him. Again the arm went around the shoulder, and again, she removed it. 1

“Please stop.” Mari asked.2

Jake grinned, “Why would I do that when it’s so obvious that you want me?” He touched her cheek, and Mari pulled away. Standing up she stepped away from the couch and moved across the room, trying to distance herself from him. 3

“Why did you get up? We were just getting comfortable.” He grabbed her arm, and threw her towards the couch. “Have a seat.” He said gruffly. 4

“No.” As she tried to stand back up Jake hand cracked across her cheek, forcing her back down onto the couch. He grabbed her arms and held both above her head. Using the other one he pulled up her shirt. “Jake no! STOP!” He grabbed her by the chin, and looked into her eyes. “You know you want this, so stop fighting, or I’ll have to get mean.”5

Mari didn’t know what to do. When he let go of her hands to pull her shirt off she tried to push him away, he slapped her again. “STOP STRUGGLEING!” That was it. She couldn’t hold back anymore. Mari started fighting him with everything she had. Squirming, twisting, and turning, trying to hit him when ever she managed to get her hands free. This went on for about five minutes before he finally pinned her arms behind her back, and suddenly she was powerless to resist him. 6

The next half hour was pure agony as Jake bent Mari’s arms to the breaking point and the back again. Many times she’d screamed out, begging him to stop. She thought he had broken her arm only to find that it did in fact still work, it was just in a lot of pain.7

Grabbing her by her hair he pulled her off of the couch, and began dragging her to the bedroom. She panicked again, trying to fight, then finding that Jake’s grip on her hair made it very difficult to do anything, or go anywhere but what he wanted.8

“NO!” She screamed. “Let me go!”9

He hit her again, full in the face. “Shut up! Now I have to gag you.” He rolled his eyes, obviously irritated with her reluctance to cooperate.10

He pulled her, kicking and screaming, into the bedroom and slammed the door behind him. Jake turned and looked at her. Grinning, he moved forward. Mari looked around the room for something, anything, that could assist her in escaping. There were no windows in Jake’s room, no sharp, or blunt objects, nothing. Either Jake was a good house keeper, or he had planned for this. Damn, how could she have been so stupid?11

“Mari? Your going to enjoy this.” He grinned, and he began to undo his pants. 12

“I doubt that.” she said as she continued to look for some sort of help. She heard Jake’s pants hit the floor and looked up to find him erect, and looming frighteningly in front of her. 13

She tried reasoning with him. “Jake, sweetheart, you don’t want to do this.”14

He laughed, and grabbed her hand, forcing her to touch his manhood. “Does it feel like I don’t want this?”15

“What happens afterward? Huh? Just let me go, I won‘t tell a soul, I swear.”16

“Oh I know you won’t.” He slapped her again, and she fell to the floor, crying, holding her reddened face. 17

He grabbed the collar of her shirt, and rip it open. Pushing her bra up he bared her breasts to him. Mari tried to cover herself, only to have him hold her hands down. Using his other hand he unbuttoned her pants, and ripped them, and her pants off in one fell swoop. 18

“Jake NO! ST…!” Jake, fed up with the noises she was making, shoved her panties into her mouth. When she spat them out, he grabbed her chin and forced them back in. 19

“If you spit them out again I’ll beat you within an inch of your life.” 20

He touched her between her legs, and found, that she was indeed wet, and smiling deftly shoved himself into her. Mari groaned in pain. She tried to throw him off, but he was too heavy. Unbidden the tears began to slide down her face. 21

Jake continued to violate her, in every way she could think possible, and a few she didn’t think of. Turning her over to fuck her doggie-style, he ran his fingernails down her back as he thrust in and out of her. Slowly the blood began to drip on the carpet, which spurred him on even further, harder, and faster, never giving her even a moment to think about anything but what was happening.22

Finally he came inside her, gripping her breasts in his vice-like hands as he did, and stood up. Picking her up, one arm under her shoulders, the other under her legs, he took her to the shower, and helped her wash the blood off her back. And left her to do the rest.23

She came out an half hour later, wrapped in a robe, and smiling like a school girl out for the summer. Jake was out on the balcony smoking a cigarette, so she joined him. Coming up behind him, she wrapped her freshly bruised arms around his waist and squeezed gently. “Hey Baby.”24

“Hey baby.” He turned and kissed her “How are you?”25

She blushed. “I’m good”26

“How was that? I mean was that what you meant…?” He looked at her questionably.27

“Oh yes, it was perfect.”28

“I’m glad.” He smiled and kissed her again, this time hugging her until she cried out. He moaned, feeling himself begin to harden again. “I think I could get used to this.”29