"Don't call me darling. Don't, don't, don't!" she screamed at him.

Again, he laughed. "All right, bitch! That's what I'll call you. Bitch!" he spat as he squirmed his heavy bulk on top of her and she felt his prick grinding into her once more. "Only this time, I've got other ideas…"

Like that she felt him rise from her, all of his weight lift up and off her and she struggled to get to her feet, but it was an amazing performance on his part and suddenly she found herself flipped onto her face and his massive bulk atop her once more, her race buried in the soft coverlet on the bed.

"Goddamn you!" she screamed back at him, and Fletcher laughed. She was totally helpless, face down and spread-eagled, hardly able to breathe as she lay pinned beneath him. His huge belly pressed into the soft hollow of her back and his growing erection lay snugly insinuated lengthwise between her buttocks. She felt his hands press into the mattress to slide beneath her flattened breasts and begin their kneading and squeezing once more as he rocked gently on top of her, pressuring his shaft in rhythmic simulating movements into the tight warm crevice of her soft, quivering buttocks.

It dawned on her that she was being an idiot about it; there was absolutely nothing she could do to defend herself. She was like an insect being held down by the weight of a giant human hand… God, what an obscene, comical picture they must make, she thought… She tried to squirm and found that was hopeless too, but the gurgling her effort caused deep in her belly reminded her that he had already shot his lewd semen into her once and she cringed within at the thought. Well, the damage was done… if there was to be any. If she'd kept her head she might have at least been able to talk him into using something. It wasn't as if he had lured her here; she had come of her own free will… and knowing…

"Are you calming down, darling?" he whispered down at her.