She gave a low gasp and stiffened, her mind blaring with terror.

"P… please," she whispered. His tongue slid back and forth against the back of her neck, then slid around the side and up along her cheek. His groin pushed against her buttocks, crushing them as he brought his weight to bear. She felt his hard erection pressing through his pants, pressing against her ass cheeks.

He ground his loins into her buttocks, his hips moving from side to side, then up and down, dry humping against her, thrusting his hips into her ass. He shoved his erection in between the cheeks of her ass, humping into her as his lips sucked on the nape of her neck.

A sob broke clear of her lips and she cringed inwardly in humiliation, wanting to turn and claw and punch and kick at him, but not having the courage.

His hands kneaded her breasts through the thin shirt as his groin rubbed her ass in a slow, circular motion, then began thrusting into her, knocking her hips into the corner of the counter. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back sharply. She cried out in pain but he only laughed, his teeth closing on the side of her throat as he sucked furiously.

Then he stiffened, rubbing his crotch even harder against her soft, cupcake ass, humping and grinding with desperate intensity as he groaned in pleasure.

He staggered back and sat on the table, breathing hard. She stood there on shaky legs, trembling, the butter knife still in her hand.

"Hurry up there, pussy. I ain't got forever. I'm hungry, an if I don't get some ham an' cheese I'm liable to start eating beaver." He snickered in amusement.

She handed him the sandwiches on a plate. He smiled, then stood up, taking them in one hand and her hand in the other, leading her out into the living room behind him. He pushed her into a corner chair and sat across from her, picking up the first sandwich and taking a big bite.