Rhonda was about to try for the second step when she felt Jack's hands on her hips once again.

"Too slow, man. We'll be here all fuckin' night. Here, I'll help." He pushed her forward, grabbing her at times as she pitched downward, losing her balance and half-rolling, half-falling down the stairs. He made certain her neck and head didn't strike any of the steps, keeping her upright, her body spinning and toppling as she thudded down the stairs.

Rhonda collapsed onto the marble floor, her body black and blue from the fall. He was crazy. They were all crazy. He was going to kill her here, and her daughter would find her when she returned from the country! Afraid to move one inch, Rhonda tried to regain her breath, feeling every inch of her body aching.

He left her there for a while, rushing back upstairs for his bag of devilish toys. When he returned, Rhonda had managed to crawl toward the door with snake-like movements, her head resting on the step. She was beating the molding with her forehead and screaming as loudly as she could, her knees bent up to her tits as she stared wild-eyed at him. Jack dropped the bag, rushing over to her and pulling her back by the ankles. Dragging the woman into her kitchen, he held her with one hand, opening the oven and turning it on.

Immediately she felt a blast of dry heat rush over her naked body.

"You want that, baby? You want me stuffin' you in there until you're good and baked?"

Rhonda fought back, struggling against his hard grip as she felt the burning increase more and more around her face and tits. He had her halfway inside the oven now. She could see the blue flames below her while the smell of gas nearly made her faint. The door was starting to burn her tits as she squirmed her ass against his crotch. Yes, he was hard, his prick throbbing against the front of his Levi's while he tried shoving her into the oven.