Turnabout

Karen didn’t feel like having lunch with the girls today. The day was too beautiful, with sunny skies and pleasant temperatures. Besides, the office gossip had gotten old, and she didn’t feel like fast food today. She wanted to go home and have lunch with her friend. She liked training days because of the extended lunch breaks, which allowed her and her roommate, CJ, to get together. As Karen pulled up to her home, she got a warm feeling inside, the kind of sensation that comes with knowing this is your home.

            Karen thought to herself that, at twenty-four, she’d done pretty good for herself. She was buying her own home, and she had a good government job, a relatively new car, and the best friend anyone could possibly ask for. CJ was almost everything to her. She would die for Karen, and Karen felt the same way about her. At this point, the only thing missing in her life was a steady man. Sure, she could get dick any time she wanted it. She knew how attractive she was. But having a boyfriend also meant putting up with a lot of unnecessary bullshit. CJ was always trying to fix her up, but she’d always pass. So for now, she thought that it was okay that she didn’t have a steady man in her life.

            Karen pulled up to the driveway, and went into the house using the side carport door. Over the past two years, they’d found it easier to come in the house using the side door off the carport. In the warm months, this offered shade and quick access to the kitchen and dinning room.

            Karen opened the door and noticed the chime didn’t go off. Oh, well, she thought, CJ must have forgotten to turn it back on, girlfriend is always complaining about them and doesn’t see the need for them, but I remind her that my father installed them so that we’d know when doors or windows were opened.

            Karen closed the door and headed for the kitchen. She figured she had about ninety minutes left before she had to return to work. She went to look in the fridge and saw that their lunch had been prepared, but CJ wasn’t home. Okay I can wait, Karen thought. CJ probably had to step out for a minute. As Karen closed the door, she looked down the hall and saw the downstairs bathroom door open, she said, “Hey girl, I thought you were…” and stopped in mid-sentence when she saw a man emerge from the bathroom. Her heart almost leapt from her chest as she turned to run. She was too slow. He grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back, and threw her to the ground. He raised his foot and brought it down hard on her stomach. The pain shot through her body like a wave. She found it almost impossible to breath, let alone scream or cry. She felt only pain.

            “Try to run again, you black bitch, and you're fuckin dead,” her attacker said. He reached down and snatched her up by the hair. “Come here, bitch,” he said. He got behind her and put his arm around her throat. Karen found it difficult to breath as he started to choke her. She grabbed his forearm and said, crying, “Please, don’t hurt me. I’ll give you money, and I promise I won’t tell anyone” Please, she cried, “don’t hurt me.”

            Her begging only enraged him. “Bitch, I don’t need your fuckin money.” As he said this, he punched her hard in the back. Karen thought, Oh, God, as another wave of pain shot through her. She fell to her knees, but he snatched her up again and shoved her up the steps and down the hall to the first bedroom on the right. As he did this, he said to Karen, “I’m gonna take what I want out of that sweet little pussy and that tight asshole.” Karen could only cry as he pushed her through the door and against the bed. “Yeah, bitch,” he said as he moved his arm from her throat to her breast. He then put his hand under her skirt and ripped her panties off. He brought them to his face, inhaled deeply, and said, “I’m gonna love this. Standing there in pain and terrified, Karen noticed he had a thick Hispanic accent, but before she could react, he said, “Let me soften up the pussy.” He spread her legs and kneed her in the groin. She fell to the bed, the pain numbing her whole body. Her only thought was that she was going to die. He forcefully ripped the clothes from her body and removed his own. He turned her toward him so she could watch him stroke his dick until it was hard. He grabbed her by both legs and pulled her toward him.

            Karen lay there crying and prayed she’d survive this. He straddled her upper body with his knees, holding his dick between her breasts and asked if this is what she wanted. When she only cried and turned away, he slapped her and said, “Bitch, tell me you want this dick.” Karen said yes, “Say it like you mean it, whore,” Crying, Karen said, “Yes, baby, I want it.” Before he positioned himself between her legs, he said, “I like fucking you pretty bitches,” and brutally forced his dick in her. Karen cried out in pain, and that excited her captor. He began to push in harder and harder. As he battered her pussy, he felt her tightness as her juices lubricated his dick. “Tell me you want me to cum in this tight pussy, bitch. Say it”

            Karen’s response drove him wild. As he pushed harder and faster in the pussy, he watched her reaction to his motion and pushed harder as he felt her pain and himself cumming. He exploded in her, unable to hold back. He let his cum flow in her. Karen was frozen with fright and the pain he inflicted on her. He pulled out of her and looked down on her captive form, still unsatisfied with his torture of her.