She tumbled back to the floor and shook her head. A burst of what seemed like lightning went off in her head. Christ, she thought, you really do see stars.

Then, before she could react further, she felt her hands thrust behind her body. Almost immediately, he was on top of her, reaching for a length of coarse twine that hung loosely on an unpacked carton.

"Ouch!" she said, squinting.

The rough hemp cut into her flesh like the teeth of a small animal, sending jolts of raw pain up and down her arms.

"You're hurting me," she gasped, trying to make some sense of what was happening.

"You look like you could stand a little roughing up," Brad wheezed, tearing at her clothes. "Nice, soft body like this."

Sharon had never before felt so naked. Most men looked at her with pleasure, some of the inexperienced ones with interest. This horrible man seemed to violate her with his cold eyes.

When she was bound, he jerked her to her knees, then stood before her. Quickly, he shucked out of his cut-offs and pushed his hips forward. His cock was fully hard, throbbing like an evil snake.

"No… please," she spluttered, smelling the heady, sweaty aroma of his crotch. And from this angle, his prick seemed to be two feet long, all thick and purplish.

"Suck it, cocksucker," Brad said, punching the end of his cock between her lips. "All the fucking way in, and lick my cum down, you little cock teaser."

Sharon could barely make out his words through the roar in her ears. Every emotion, every sensation she could imagine seemed to cloud around her like a damp fog.

"Aaaaghhhh!" she choked, feeling his cock rip past her tonsils and ease down her throat. Now she couldn't breathe. Her entire mouth and throat were filled with rock-hard cock.

"Hey, you're pretty good," Brad said, spreading his legs slightly and humping upward. "Take it down like a Goddamned bird, don't you."