"The Running of Melissa"

Melissa couldn't believe it. There was no way – no fucking way – Jeff could be this crude, this insensitive, this fucking rude!  Here, in front of all her friends, her jock ex-boyfriend was acting like all other jocks and ignoring her while he ‘hit on' one of the slutty cheerleaders.  He actually had his hand under her top, visibly fondling her breasts!  And, not that just her friends were here to see this spectacle – oh no.  He had to pull this juvenile, macho stunt right in the middle of the most important day of her life: her first college dance: a “prom night”!  (Not truly a prom, this was one of the collage's theme dances, allowing students to relive the proms they had before or enjoy a first one if they had been passed over in the past).  People she never ever bothered to look at twice were now snickering at her, some pointing and she was caught there – pinned by their stares – reduced to nothing more than another used up trophy on another jock-pig's trophy case.  And it had all started out so promising with Jeff, too.

~  ~  ~

Almost four months ago, they'd met in the library and he had started up a conversation with her.  Melissa was cute but not one of those “fake beauties” the jocks usually went for.  No, she was purely, simply pretty with a figure and poise of the dancer she was.  Her liberal arts degree was within grasp and she already had plans arranged for her employment after graduation.  Her youthful good looks were going to assure her of a promising career in dance.  Added to those skills were her naturally taking to the uneven bars and floor gymnastics, which would make a high school substitute's job something to fall back on between dance shows.  Long brown hair was her only standout feature but it framed a face that was lovely even in its simplicity.  Her breasts were rather large for a woman who had worked out as much as she had and her medium height made for a striking presence.  But none of the jocks gave her a second glance because she looked far too studious to be the kind of fun they were looking for.  They wanted sluts get their needs satisfied and they found plenty at college where, unlike high school, the girls were more willing to seriously experiment with their sexuality. But there was a jock standing next to her and he was interested in talking to her and her alone!

They barely got started before they were tossed from the library for talking and laughing.  Melissa didn't even notice she was ignoring her badly needed French studies, mandatory classes where, unlike physical ones, she usually struggled.  And Jeff obviously didn't care whatsoever so they sat on the lawn beside the library and talked for hours.  By the time the library closed, they were in full darkness and both needed to get home.  And like one of Melissa's most precious dreams, Jeff moved to her slowly and took her into his arms.  She closed her eyes and lifted her face to him and he kissed her lips, gently and sweetly.  Nothing crass, not even slightly ‘forward' but he held his lips to hers for no more than 3 seconds and those seconds were the most wonderful she'd had in her 20 years.  When he parted from her, she couldn't yet open her eyes, wanting the moment printed indelibly in her mind.  She heard him chuckle lightly and cautiously looked up to see he wasn't actually laughing at her; he was laughing because he was genuinely happy.  The warmth of Melissa's smile must have touched Jeff because he returned it and, with a small squeeze of her hand, he walked towards his home.  Melissa stood there a while; completely blown away by the day's unexpected turn of events and giggled like a teenager.  Hugging her books, she almost ran home.

In the following couple of months, their relationship grew closer without the usual pressure for sex and Melissa was quite impressed by the way a jock could present himself as a gentleman.  She'd never dreamed something like that could happen, much less to her.  It didn't matter that he was constantly asking her for help with his classes; he obviously needed the help and she was more than willing to provide it.  Besides, the trade-off was beneficial to her as much as it was to him: the girls who looked at her with naked envy or outright astonishment boosted her esteem so high that it changed her overall appearance.  Gone were the half-assed attempts at dressing on the days she just didn't do anything but dance.  Now she put on makeup and styled her hair before and after sweaty workouts, just to make sure anyone who saw her was duly impressed by how good she looked bit both with Jeff on her arm and without him!  Life was just freakin' awesome those days.

Life was so awesome in fact, it was she who first broached the subject of sex.  They had been light petting for weeks and it build a massive feeling of anticipation in both of them.  But neither had even suggested touching each other's bare bodies until now.  Jeff eagerly agreed it was time for them to take it to “the ultimate level” (as he called it) and they went to her home and her bed.  Melissa needed to be there rather than any place else because she badly needed the comfort of her own environment.  When she told Jeff she was virgin, he almost passed out.  ‘What…? How…? Really?'  were some of the hysterical things he said, fumbling for the proper words.  Melissa was laughing so hard by the time he regained his composure, she was crying and doubled over in pain.  Jeff joined her and that comfort level, that total destruction of any anticipated ‘mating dance' brought their bodies closer together in an embrace which melted into a long, passionate kiss and neither of them knew how they undressed or wound up laying beside each other.

Jeff was apparently quite eager (Melissa judged by the ridged pole he was holding between them) but he was considerate enough to ask her if she was sure she wanted to do this, wanted to surrender her maidenhood to him: a jock who was struggling just to maintain the grades he needed for continued acceptance into the sports programs.  And Melissa didn't hesitate to say ‘yes'.  She reached for him without any pretence and pulled him tightly to her breast, then above her while spreading her legs to receive him.  Without even the slightest foreplay, Melissa was creamy wet and Jeff slid into her completely with the slow and gentle patience of a man far beyond his years.  There was only a slight pain as he broke through her hymen and into her vagina for the first time and both of them were pleasantly surprised by the ease of his passage.  And they made love, slowly and passionately for a long, long time before Jeff began to fuck her.  Melissa noticed the difference immediately: the change in his muscles, the sounds he made, the strength and speed of his thrusts.  With a roar, Jeff came into her wet and willing body.  She milked his cock as it spasmodically gushed its contents deeply within her womb.  Never a moment did she even consider the fact that she hadn't achieved orgasm; she was so thrilled to have finally proven to herself she that could make a man cum inside her.  The feeling of power was exceeded only by overwhelming feelings of love for Jeff.  When he calmed above her and looked into her eyes, Melissa just knew he felt exactly the same way.

Obviously, she didn't know it at the time but Jeff wasn't even close to feeling anything akin to love for her.  All he wanted was the grades.  Hell, he didn't beg to fuck her sooner because he didn't even like the way she looked!  Melissa only realized it was a one-way affair in the week before this shitty dance.  By happenstance, the scores for finals had been posted that week and Jeff passed the courses he needed to pass – just barely, thanks to Melissa's intense tutoring between hours of what she thought was love making.  In that week, Jeff started out as cold and turned downright nasty as soon as he felt he didn't need Melissa's help anymore.  It got so bad that they had a huge fight that led to Jeff's admission that she was just a way for him to pass classes.  It was a just a happy coincidence that she had turned out to be a virgin but he told her she wasn't the type of girl he could have a “meaningful relationship” with and told her it was over.

In stunned silence, Melissa closed her eyes and sighed.  She should have known all along but she fooled herself into believing she was the luckiest girl in town.  But much, much worse, this week she'd taken her test and she, too, had “passed”: she had been six weeks pregnant before she'd suddenly spontaneously aborted.  It was all for the best as she knew that now wasn't the time for her to start a family.  And now she knew it wouldn't have been with Jeff anyway.  Without a single tear, Melissa opened her eyes and said ‘ok, but I want to go to the “prom dance” with you.  Just one last favour, alright?'  Jeff had looked considerably pained but agreed to take her as planned.

~  ~  ~

And now, he showed his true colours in the worst possible way.  Melissa was humiliated more thoroughly than she'd never dreamed possible.  And this time she couldn't help bursting into tears.  Some of the girls who watched her moved to her, to comfort her.  But many, many more and all the guys seemed as callous as Jeff and she got no sympathetic looks from them.  They either broke into uproarious laughter, pointed at her or both.  There just wasn't a way for Melissa to take any comfort within sight of that asshole Jeff and she bolted from the room, from the building and from the school's campus, running through lawns, gardens, and central squares.  She didn't know where she was going and didn't care.  She was getting as far from this disaster as possible.  Thinking about how horrid it would be returning to classes from now on, Melissa sobbed anew and could barely see as she ran.

The school abutted a rather dense wooded area – a state park that was actually huge in scope.  Along the easement between the school and the park ran a bike path.  In was onto that Melissa finally left the vicinity of the school to which she knew she'd never return.

The path wasn't alight by anything but the nighttime sky after she left the surrounds of the campus lighting but the moon was full and she was able to see well.  The path led in the general direction on her apartment but it took a long, meandering route.  ‘All the better', she thought then suddenly stopped.  What had she been thinking?  She could easily walk the 15 miles home; in her excellent physical condition, she could have walked 50 miles without even feeling it.  But 15 miles was something she didn't usually walk because it was far too time consuming; she drove to school – just as she'd driven today.  (Jeff had been such a jerk, he only agreed to meet her there, refusing to drive them or even go in her car).  Her car was still in the school's parking lot!  She slowly turned around, looking towards the place where she completely forgotten about her drive home and dropped her head to cry again.

It didn't take her long to realize she'd have to go back and get it but it wasn't going to happen tonight.  Nope, tonight she was going to just go home and get away from Jeff and the school.  Turning back towards home, Melissa began walking into the dark.

Her pace wasn't particularly brisk and she settled into a rather slow and comfortable gait, not caring about how long it would take to get home.  She'd get there when she got there.  And worry about going to classes in the morning?  Hell, that was finished for a lot longer than tomorrow.  She'd transfer her credits to another college and start anew.  Next time, she'd be damned it she'd let anything got between her and her classes.  Next time, there wouldn't be a fucking “Jeff”, no matter if there were one who'd be with her or not.

The walk was going well and she was now almost enjoying the comfort of the solitude when she heard a noise from the trees beside her.  She stopped and listened, her apprehension growing by the second.  The sound wasn't repeated.  What had it been, she wondered.  Quietly she began walking again and in moments heard the noise once more.  Now quite alarmed, Melissa turned to run and stumbled over the long hem of her gown.  She knew she was going to fall and curled to roll with it, just as she would have done on a mat in gym classes.  Her fall couldn't have been more beautiful: almost with the precision of a ballerina, Melissa rolled over her gown and brought her feet under her immediately. She turned to face the direction of the sound and screamed when she say the huge shape looming over her.  She cowered and shied away from it; almost falling backwards over the same damned gown hem when she realized the huge thing was just a gnarly old tree.  Feeling as stupid as a child spooked by the dark, she arose, brushed herself off, and turned to once again continue her walk home, a bit more briskly now.

The sound again.  This time, Melissa recognized the sound as a dry branch crunching but not breaking underfoot.  The fear now was under who's or what's foot (or paw)?  This was too much for Melissa to take and she began running as fast as she could in the same direction she had been heading.  Pacing her, the sounds from the woods continued.  In total panic, Melissa redoubled her speed with energy she didn't know she possessed and almost flew down the shadowy path.  Luckily, it was paved and she need not worry about stumbling again.  But the path curved often and, some of the curves led towards the woods in which her pursuer hid.  She tried not to think about that and ran on.

Suddenly, the noise beside her turned into a crashing sound and passed her by with ease, running ahead of her direction.  Melissa stopped abruptly and pondered turning back when she saw it: the shape was unmistakable.  A large timber wolf stepped onto the path before her and growled.  For a brief second, Melissa froze there, eyes wide and reflecting sheer terror.  Then she relaxed and thought.  She knew what to do; all she needed to do was do it.  Reaching down slowly, she gathered up a rock that fit well in her hand.  She stayed down, the worst possible posture for facing off a wild animal.  But her eyes had become keenly adjusted to the night and she could see the slavering mouth of the beast as it slunk towards her.  It gained confidence with each step and was almost at a trot when Melissa threw.

One of the things Melissa was good at was baseball.  Not that softball shit girls were always steered towards but the real thing.  She wasn't just good at it; she was excellent and her fielding skills came to fore now, when she needed them.  She caught the wolf directly in the face, crushing its upper snout soundly with a reassuring crack.  The wolf screamed a sound that actually scared Melissa worse than anything did yet and her scream joined its.  Then the wolf was gone like a shot and the silence in the wake of his departure was thundering with only the sound of Melissa's heart.  She stood once more, rubbed her hands through hair and down her face.  Covered with sweat, she realized just how stupid it had been walking beside a freakin forest, alone, in the middle of the night!  There was nothing she could do save walking towards home and safety.

Soon the cold began to set in and Melissa realized she was in trouble.  It wasn't going to be killer cold out tonight but it was going to be very chilly, nonetheless.  Wearing nothing but a gown that didn't even allow for a bra, she wore nylons, moderately high pumps (which had allowed her to run well, though), and panties.  There was nothing between her and the cold night air but her resolve to get back home.  Melissa picked up her pace and continued the long walk towards safety.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully and, for that, Melissa was extremely grateful.  As the hours of darkness surrendered to the first hints of a new day's sunrise, she had managed to get within a mile or so of home, still besides the forest but much less afraid of it now that light was coming.

Walking beside a particularly beautiful stretch of the path, she stopped and looked towards the dawn, feeling so much better than when she started this foolish walk that she was now just very, very pissed at Jeff.  Her hands on her hips, she looked as though she'd have killed him with a glare and muttered to herself about what a punk he'd been and what a fool she'd been to not accept that fact.

She was still muttering when the hand covered her mouth and her arms were pinned behind her with enough force to hurt badly.  Melissa yelled into the hand that smelled mildly of soap and heard the meaningless, pathetic sound her voice made.  Again, she knew what to do: just like all the smart girls her age, she had learned how to fend off an attacker, even when she'd been caught this unaware.  Feinting a reverse head butt, she stomped her firm shoe's heel onto the instep of the foot between her legs and heard a satisfying groan from her attacker.  His grip loosened immediately and she was able to shift from his grasp, turning to face him.  Melissa barely turned before she was slapped hard enough to bring tears to her eyes but, thankfully, not to break her nose or smack into her ear, which would have caused intense pain.  Her eyes watered badly enough so she didn't even get a glimpse of whomever her attacker was and it allowed for him to grab her again, this time pinning her arms behind her back without stepping between her legs to bend her backwards.  This time, he pulled her backwards, keeping her off balance until she felt herself being dragged semi erect towards the trees.

OK, now she knew what was going on.  This was some fool thinking he was going to take a piece of ass from some unsuspecting person forcefully.  He didn't know what he was messing with and Melissa offered a very good semblance of a violent struggle while being pulled through the front line of trees and into the gloom of the forest, where the dawn's kiss was still unfelt.  She faked her struggle while being pulled deeper and deeper into the woods, far enough so that she couldn't see the path anymore.  Now feeling a bit of panic, she knew people had gotten lost in here, some of which were found after days of wandering.  A few had been found a bit too late.  Everyone knew the beauty of the forest needed to be tempered by a healthy respect for it.  It would do much good to escape her attacker just to get lost all on her own.

After what seemed far too long for comfort, she was wrestled to a very small clearing and deposited heavily on her back in a soft, loamy bed of leaves.  Knowing this was her second good opportunity, she bunched up her legs, rolling over her shoulders in an effort to kick the asshole in the nuts or face.  Unfortunately, he wasn't awaiting an effort for her to try to hit him.  He was on her, his heavy chest coming down hard and fast towards her face from over her head.  Melissa turned her face to the side just before he enclosed her, covering her entire upper body with his and planting his head almost between her legs.  His weight was far too much for Melissa to cope with and she realized that immediately.  He lay on her, crushing the wind from her chest, flattening her breasts painfully under this rock-hard chest, and wrapping up her legs at the upper thighs with arms that left as though they were chiseled from granite.  She was completely pinned in a matter of seconds: nothing she could do about it.  She used her arms to try to reach around his torso, punch his kidneys or just pinch and scratch but she was overwhelmed by the lack of ability to inhale, which reprioritized her efforts.

He didn't move and Melissa was beginning to struggle for air.  Still he didn't move and there was little she could do now but beg for him to let her snatch some air and quickly.  But, when she tried to speak, Melissa realized she'd waited too long and had struggled her last usable air from her lungs.  She couldn't make more than a small squeak and saw that her life was now totally out of her control.  Still he didn't move and as the black spots began to swim before her eyes, Melissa knew she was in trouble much deeper than she'd ever been in before.  As she passed out, she thought just one thing: “Fuck you, Jeff”.

~ ~ ~

When she stopped moving, Adonis lifted his body from the girl's chest and had a look at her.  He liked what he saw and grinned.

Adonis wasn't his real name.  It was the name his detractors used when referring to his massive physique.  He looked like the very image of the Greek god: muscles rippling almost everywhere but none looked as though they were over-developed.  His body was just what most men secretly envied and Adonis knew it.  He came to love the name he'd been bestowed, wearing it as a defiant act for inferior people.  In fact, Adonis was considerably smarter than he let others know.  Letting them think he was just a muscle-bound idiot served his purposes.  Speaking rarely and never interacting with others in public, he was both feared and revered by those who whispered his new name out of earshot, never knowing he both heard them and gladly accepted their moniker.

The girl's face was slightly blue but she was breathing when he checked.  He also took her pulse and nodded.  Brushing her hair from her face, he saw a plain looking girl with the discernable appearance of spunk.  He liked that.  Her breasts were very nice, indeed and he brushed a hand across them, noticing that her nipples remained erect from her recent exertion.  He also liked the firm figure of her midriff and, that combined with the lusciously firm thighs he'd held moments ago, led him to accurate ascertain Melissa was an athlete.  His smile broadened.

Lifting her dress, Adonis gazed upon the crotch of Melissa's simple white panties and rubbed a finger up the small slit in the middle of them.  The warmth and dampness he felt there was exceedingly inviting.  He pulled the panties to the side and bent closer to look at the cunt he was going to use.  Lightly shaved, it showed the closely cropped hair of a woman who cared to see her body but didn't have the immodesty to allow it to be completely uncovered, even in its nudity.

This last bit of temptation was all it took for Adonis to get into action.  He quickly pulled Melissa's panties off, leaving her nylons in place.  Opening his pants, he pulled them down, along with his underwear, only far enough to expose his large, fully engorged cock.  Adonis loved that cock.  He's used it so many times in situations like this one that he'd lost count.  Men couldn't help but stare at it then look away in shame when he showered in the gym.  He didn't mind the men's stares; he knew they thought of him as the most “complete” man they had ever seen and he reveled in the notion.

Adonis lay over Melissa's unconscious body, held himself just above her – almost in a push-up position, and waited.  He didn't need to wait long as Melissa came to in a few minutes after.  The look of disorientation on her face slowly dissipated into a look of sheer terror.  She felt the coolness of the morning air between her legs, saw her gown pulled up to her belly, and worst of all, saw the man who was planning to rape her.  His face was perfect, like someone in the movies or a hit television show. And the muscles she could see in his arms were the most powerful she had ever seen.  There were many times when she'd gone to the 24-hour supermarket out of the town to buy one of those trashy novels.  They all featured a man like this with a woman looking as though she was both enraptured by being in his presence and fearing for her virtue, knowing she's going to lose it one way or another before he'd leave her.  Inside, those books always ended with a woman in bliss after being ravished in a way which would be considered rape if seen by someone else.  Now, she was a character in one of those books and about to lose something other than the virtue she'd given to Jeff and maybe her life, too.

Melissa screamed, hurting her lungs that were still starving for air.  She lay where she'd been forced to ground, momentarily overwhelmed by the sheer horror of what was happening to her.

Adonis smiled and listened to her scream with intense pleasure.  He wanted it, needed it, deserved to hear it because he was fearsome and loved to hear the fear in his victims.  He hoped she would fight and wasn't disappointed.  Melissa drew her body up as far as it would go beneath him and tried to beat him away from her.  Adonis allowed her to beat his chest until she realized he didn't feel the least bit of pain from her efforts.  With wild eyes she rambled,

“Please!  Please don't do this!  Please!  I'll give you anything you want!  Anything, but please don't hurt me, not like this!”

Adonis' smile grew broader and he began to lower his massive body onto Melissa.  Her panic increased dramatically and she burst into tears, begging him to stop, to let her go, not to do what he was about to do.

Adonis actually grinned at her tears and continued to lower himself on her.  Now, with his chest rubbing against her heaving breasts, Melissa screamed again and again, knowing the odds of being heard deep in the woods were slim to none unless someone happened along.  And that wasn't likely since it was far too early in the morning for anyone with common sense to be wandering about in the forest.  Overcome by fright, Melissa tried to close her legs and slammed them into the massive ones lowering between hers.  Still screaming, his weight began to push her down into the forest floor, in the same position she'd allowed Jeff to enter her.  Wildly whipping her head back and forth, she felt the first contact between her thighs and it felt like a piece of warm lumber.  If it was possible, Melissa's eyes opened yet wider and she gasped knowing what was going to be forced into her.

Adonis left no room between them and positioned his cock against the girl's cunt.  He could feel the wetness there and wondered if it was sweat, cum from her sexual excitement, or piss.  He didn't care.  He just pushed forward and sunk his cock into her with slow, steady deliberateness, savouring every curve and ripple of her tunnel.  And with each passing moment, he felt the tightness of the girl's hole steadily increase and combine with violent contractions of her trying to both repel the invasion and crush it to prevent it from moving further into her.  Adonis loved this part and closed his eyes a moment to limit the sensual input of the rape to just the feeling surrounding his cock as it fucked its way into her.

Melissa gasped again with total agony as she was pulled open from the inside, impaled by this huge, sadistic man.  Knowing there was nothing she could do to stop him from completing his penetration, she once again pleaded with him to stop.  She even offered to allow him to stay right where he was and just hold his cock in her.  She promised to let him keep it there as long as he wanted.  She wouldn't fight it; she wouldn't scream anymore.  But she never felt the slightest slowing of the entry of her vagina.  Even with the substantial amount of lubrication she was inexplicably creating, she was being pried open like an orange's peel.

Adonis continued his slow, steady entry and finally hit something that stopped him from proceeding further.  The girl screamed in what sounded like utter agony so he knew he'd hit the bottom of her cunt.  That wasn't good at all since easily half of his tool was outside her.  He frowned and leaned forward harder.  This time, the girl almost choked on her tongue.  Gasping for air, her eyes rolled back in her head while she struggled even more intensely than ever before.  This was all Adonis needed to get completely aroused.  Pulling back, he withdrew his cock, feeling the girl's tender interior tissue pulled outward with the friction of his retreat.  Leaving just the head inside her, he paused a full minute before laying down on the girl, holding just enough of his weight off her to allow her to breathe yet feel the taughtness of his chiseled upper body against her heaving tits.

And then he began.  With a moderate speed, he fucked her, ramming his cock into her cervix repeatedly, watching the horror and the pain dance across the girl's face.  He felt perfect: feeling cunt wrapped around his contented cock and enjoying it immensely.  Without the slightest pause, Adonis raped Melissa continually.  Her strength ebbing, Melissa was finally reduced to massive sobs while whipping her head back and forth, moaning ‘no, no, no!'  But Adonis just continued to fuck her.  For what seemed like an eternity, he raped the girl's hole with nothing akin to passion; he just moved his cock in and out of her to enjoy the pain he was causing.  Sure, the fucking felt great – one of the best cunt's he's ever raped – but this wasn't about pleasure, not yet.  This was about total submission from inescapable strength.  All he wanted right now was Melissa's complete humiliation and surrender.  And she was doing one hell of a good job showing it!  Adonis couldn't keep the grin off his face as he slid into her hole and back out again.  She was soaked in there and he just knew she wanted to be fucked as much as he wanted to fuck her.  All girls did.  After all, who wouldn't want to be raped by a handsome man with a massive cock?  He was selective and didn't stick himself into sluts, even to rape.  But he knew this wasn't even close to a slut.  This was prime pussy and he wanted to ride this bitch for as long as possible.

Melissa, still gasping for air, finally gave up and lay prone, waiting for the conclusion, hoping against all hope that it wouldn't include her murder.  The monster inside her had never said a single word before raping her unmercifully.  He seemed almost inhuman in his silence.  Also, oddly she felt his pants rubbing her inner thighs. This creep didn't even bother to pull them off before fucking her against her will!  What kind of creature would just casually screw a woman while still wearing his pants and t-shirt?

Melissa knew she was wet between her legs and knew it was from her.  What was she doing?  Enjoying being raped in her gown (Shit!  He hadn't even undressed her, either!), while looking up at the best-looking man she had ever seen?  This was a horror story, a nightmare come true and her pussy was so wet the violence of rape wasn't even physically hurting anymore!  How had she been able to withstand a cock far too big for her pussy to hold?  It was impossible to ignore the obvious: she was being taken long and hard but her body was beginning to feel damned good about it.  Of all the disgusting…

Adonis saw when the realization hit the girl: right when she started crying again.  All of them did eventually.  If she was a “good girl”, she was humiliated by the fact that her body wasn't under her control anymore; it was under his.  That was when he stopped simply fucking a woman started enjoying her rape.  He brought his head down next to hers and pinned her arms over her head.  And now he raped for the pleasure it brought him.  Hard and fast, he pounded the girl, wringing every bit of honour from her.  He fucked her as if she was his to use, a hole for his gratification only.  He raped with passion now and used his body to mash his cock as far as it would go into the girl's cunt and then push it further, slightly bending the massive shaft where it wasn't able to gain entrance into the overstuffed orifice.  The pounding actually scooted them forward in the leaves, making a lengthening rut marking the escalation of Adonis' fucking.

Melissa was shocked by how much pressure she could feel inside her body.  It felt almost as if someone were pulling her in half, separating her by tearing her apart at the pussy.  Jeff had been large enough for her to enjoy sex with him but never to please her as much as her masturbation did.  There, she used a vibrator, which was far too large for comfortable insertion, but she slammed it against the lips of her vagina, dreaming of being fucked… fucked exactly like this!  Again floored by terrible realization, Melissa saw that she had been fantasizing of being raped just like she was being raped now: a beautiful body on a drop-dead gorgeous man, a cock so big it had to be forced into her.  She had dreamed of rape because she couldn't imagine anyone ever making her happy in a bed that looked like he could have had any woman he chose on the planet.  She looked into the eyes of her rapist and cried out with shame even as her orgasm stealthfully overcame her.  Staring into the rapist cheek, Melissa came so hard her head hurt from the scream, this scream as much from pain as pleasure wrapped into one.  And, while he smiled beside her head, he continued to fuck her as violently as possible until…

…he stopped.  He'd stopped with such immediacy she thought he'd had a heart attack or something.  He lifted his head and looked down at her, not smiling this time and Melissa feared for her life.  She began thinking he was just fucking her until only she came while he didn't so that he could blame her for his frustration, killing her in the process.  Her eyes opened widely and she screamed once more, both from the contractions of her continuing orgasm and from the dread of a death deep in the woods.  Again, even in her terror, she thought, ‘FUCK YOU, Jeff!  This is entirely your fault and I will hate you for as long as you live'!

Adonis drank in the look of desperation in the girl's eyes and pulled his cock from the cunt he'd been raping.  I stood over the girl, looking down at the ferociously red lips between her legs and noticing all of her cum running from her still orgasmic pussy. She'd really needed that rape and he knew it.  Now, for the really fun part!

He pulled up his underwear and pants, covering his still-erect cock.  Melissa just lay there in alarm.  But he didn't move after he got his pants closed. Still Melissa couldn't move, paralyzed by the sight of a man who would probably kill her in seconds.

Adonis took a step backwards and Melissa's heart jumped.  What was he doing?  And why was he doing it?

He took another step backwards and pointed into the woods.  Melissa swung her head around not knowing what new disaster was lurking behind her.  But there was nothing there but more woods, slowly lightening with the morning's heavily filtered light.  Swinging back to look at her rapist (thinking he's be right over her with a huge knife), he had remained where he'd stepped and, once again pointed into the woods.

With extreme hope, Melissa realized he was actually going to let her go!  She slowly reached for her panties and he shook his head so she left them on the leaves and ever so slowly lowered her gown covering her raped pussy, her thighs, and finally her calves.  The man never moved and Melissa knew she'd get out of this with her life.  She struggled to her feet so wobbly she almost fell, still wearing her pumps and nylons.  She looked over her shoulder again, turning back to look into Adonis' eyes and ran.  She didn't run the way he'd pointed; she ran about 90% to the left, hopefully in the direction she'd been dragged.  She really had no idea which direction was correct but she sure as hell wasn't going to go the direction that monster had silently suggested.

She never glanced back but ran as quickly as she could over fallen branches, rocks and tons of leaves.  On and on she ran and still she saw no sign of the pathway.  In fact, she saw no signs of anything but more trees.  She began to despair but ran on, nevertheless.

Adonis had predicted her tactic of running the ‘wrong' way but he let her run a while anyway.  Her instincts were very good; she actually was headed in the right direction and he couldn't let her go too far or she'd reach her goal.  But this was the fun part: the chase!  He waited until he felt the overwhelming urge to pursue her and waited some more.  He tortured himself with the knowledge she could actually get away from him.  But he knew he was faster than she was and he'd fuck her again, this time, he'd fuck her right!  He ran after her.

Melissa suddenly saw a miracle: there was a thinning of the trees just ahead!  It may be just another clearing but she didn't think so.  In a moment, she knew it was the edge of the woods.  She almost cried out with joy and ran harder towards freedom.

Adonis saw her less than 60 seconds after he'd allowed her to run.  His military training had given him all the techniques for silent running he needed and he was almost upon her as he changed his gait, making the noise 220 pounds would have made from a lesser man's running.  She heard it immediately and turned back in terror, knowing the sound of the rapist's approach was far too close for her to make it to freedom before he caught her.  And she caught her heel in the hem of the gown again.  This time, she was moving way too fast to stop her fall or even go with it.  She twisted hard as her foot became trapped and fell mostly on her back, fortunately between rocks which could have killed her if her head had hit them.

Adonis saw her fall and almost cried out, thinking she'd hit the rocks.  But she missed them by inches and he felt great again.  This rape was charmed, he thought!  And he planned to get it going again right now!

Melissa had knocked the wind from her lungs and she struggled for air so desperately she never saw the rapist walk up to her and open his pants again.  She was still trying to get air into her body as he gently pushed her on her back, cradling her head with all the care of a mother with her child.  He pulled her dress up again and knelt between her spectacular thighs.  This time, he didn't tease her with letting her freak out under him, knowing he was going to rape her.  This time, he allowed her to get her breath and mounted her immediately, shoving his cock all the way home with true violence.

Melissa saw her freedom snatched away and turned her head towards it.  She was mildly shocked to see how close she had come: the trees parted rather completely just more than 50 yards away and she could see a passing bicyclist on what had to be the bike path.  Knowing she had almost reached her goal brought multiple emotions: her frustration of missing the chance of getting away; her revulsion of the man raping her yet again; and vile, overpowering anger.  This latter translated into a hard turn of her head, catching her rapist by surprise as she bit at his cheek.  Just barely reaching him as he pulled his head back, she scratched him and left a short red line across his face.

Adonis felt the bitch start to turn just before he was ready for it.  He jerked his head away but didn't quite make it in time.  She snagged his face with a tooth and he knew it left a mark.  She marked him?  She had the gall to put a mark on Adonis' perfect body, his fucking perfect face?  The look of rage in his eyes caused Melissa to shriek and he slapped her, harder this time.  It stung like a whip and left almost the exact mark on her face as the one she'd left on his.  This pleased him greatly.

Melissa felt the now familiar probing of the penis head against her lips and jerked back from it.  It hurt like crazy, rubbing against her extremely tender pussy!  And then it was over: he ripped into her so hard and fast she didn't have time to feel the entry passing her lips.  He hit her cervix hard enough to make it feel as though it was almost pushed it into her belly.  The force of the entry was so violent, she cried out involuntarily and thrashed her head.  As she whipped her head towards the path again, she saw what had to be a jogger.  Hope!  She screamed repeatedly; the rapist allowed her to while he fucked her with all the strength his massive body could muster.  Why wouldn't the stranger come to her rescue, she thought?  I know he can hear me, he knows I'm in trouble.  He can probably see me being raped; it's not so far away that he can't tell what's happening here!  Then a particular violent thrust snapped her attention back to her tormentor. He was glaring at her with a look of pure hatred and it just brought out the same feeling in her.  She turned her attention back to Adonis.

“You fucking piece of shit!  Raping a woman is the lowest of the low and you aren't worth crap for doing it!  I hate you, bastard!  I fuckin' HATE YOU!”  Blaring her abhorrence at him with renewed passion pleased Adonis.  He just continued to glare at her while fucking her wildly.  Melissa was still wet and it didn't look as though she'd lose her moisture any time soon.  It was amazing how hard she tried to free herself while she remained as wet as a woman in heat.  And Adonis loved every drop of it.  He smeared it the entire length of his cock even though only half of it could be speared into Melissa at a time.  The splatter from his forced entry splattered her juices everywhere between their lower bodies.  Plenty of it reached the entire length of the prick sticking her like a pig.

Adonis broke into a full sweat and he reveled in it.  He always perspired heavily when he was working out and he considered rape a serious workout.  Indeed, he was using his entire body in the attack and it caused him to heat up with exertion.  The sweat dripped from his face and chest onto Melissa's face and the front of the gown she was still wearing.  It rained down on her as Adonis began to increase the rhythm of his raping.  As he sped up, the fall of his salty drippings began to seriously drench the front of her gown.  It would have been very cold being this wet in the woods at morning time.  But she was heating up herself and, this time, she felt the orgasm coming.  She fought it by punching the rapist with all the power she had left, knowing it was futile but continuing anyway.  But nothing stopped the relentless fucking of her pussy and it was becoming increasingly aggressive by the minute.

Adonis felt his orgasm coming and redoubled efforts to bury his massive organ completely within the bitch's cunt.  He succeeded in getting it a bit further into her abused hole but still not as far as he would have liked it.  He was having fun, anyway, and this kind of fun needed to be enjoyed even if it wasn't perfect.  He ploughed away in her pussy and strained towards ecstasy.

Melissa gave up her fight to avoid her pending orgasm and it washed over her, forcing her eyes to roll up in her head, her body to arc then convulse so intensely that she shook like a rag doll in a pit bull's mouth.  She flopped so hard it pushed Adonis over the brink and he held is cock in her as far as it would go and came.  The cum shot so hard and fast from his penis that Melissa felt it like a fire hose.  She could actually feel the stream of jizz gushing over her cervix and she bawled again, thinking this was how she'd get pregnant again: under a huge rapist who was using her body like a cheap whore's would be used.  The thought brought tears to her eyes and abject disgust to her heart.  She felt the nasty prick twitching inside her and was surprised by yet another volley of spasms from another of her uncontrollable orgasms.

Feeling all the release he'd held back when he'd raped her the first time, Adonis moaned loudly and pushed out wave after wave of his cum as deep as it could go into the cumming girl.  She'd astounded him by the repetitions of orgasms she was maintaining.  He was thrilled to rape so much pleasure out of a helpless cunt and stiffened his cock before ramming it into her one last time.  As the remainder of his seed filled her, he looking into the face of a woman utterly emotionally destroyed.  His satisfaction was absolute and he pulled his cock from her fuckhole.  He watched his cum squirt from her cunt, as there was no way for it all to stay inside her without taping her twat shut.  It followed from her lips to her ass, down the crack and to the ground in small, thick rivulets.  The flow continued for a while and he watched it until it reduced to a trickle.  Then he climbed off the girl's prone body, pulled up his underwear and pants again, and stood over her until the last of her orgasmic spasms subsided.

Melissa finally got control of her body and lay on the forest floor, totally exhausted and in massive pain.  Her pussy felt as though it had been gutted, her thighs had deep muscle bruises she'd feel for weeks, and the rest of her body felt like it had been rolled down a rocky mountainside.  She looked down at her gown and saw that it was soaked with sweat from them both and clinging to her like a wet t-shirt, clearly showing her large breasts through the thin white material.  With her nipples as taut as marbles, she looked like she'd had the best sex any bitch had ever had but felt as though she'd been beaten down like a dog.  She raised herself up to her elbows and looked between her legs.  The white smear of cum was everywhere, even above her pubic hairline and onto her belly.  It looked horridly vile but she didn't care.  Right now, she was concerned more about what she'd experienced during a violent rape and she was mortified.  The fact that she's never cum while Jeff fucked her for weeks but she came while being raped repeatedly wasn't lost to her.  She didn't know what to think of herself other than disgrace over her body's reactions.  She closed her eyes and began to sob quietly.

Adonis was immensely pleased to see the girl crying after the rape.  They almost always did and it was only truly good when they did.  If they didn't, he needed to do something mean to them and he didn't want to be mean to this girl.  She had done all the things he needed her to do and she was still doing them.  He gave her a few minutes then said,

“Get up”.

The first words he'd said to her pulled Melissa from her self-loathing and back to the present danger.  She looked up to see the bastard standing over her again, the front of his pants wet from being so close to his cock as it raped her.  But what really startled her was the hardness still present under the wet spot.  The son of a bitch was still erect after cumming like crazy inside her!  But the sound of his voice almost melted her heart.  The sound like honey draped over cream came from his mouth and she was amazed to hear such beauty from such a beast.  She sat there with her mouth agape.

“Get up”, he repeated, this time with the hint of pending anger permeating the sweet voice.

Melissa dragged herself to her feet and, once again, was mildly amused to see she still had her nylons and shoes on.  She lowered her dress again and waited for whatever he chose to do to kill her.  She was resigned to it and she wasn't going to fight anymore.  She'd face her death with that single shred of dignity.

“Run”.

Omg, no.  No.  Not possible.  No freakin way was she going to be able to run with her entire body so sore she could barely stand, let alone walk, and certainly not run.  But there he was and he was saying it again:

“Run, you fuckin bitch or I'll rape you again right here, right now”.  The venom in which these quietly hissed words were spoken chilled Melissa's soul and she reached deep to find enough energy and will to turn and run.  As soon as she started, she stumbled and fell in a heap.  Looking back, she saw that he was smiling but still standing there, waiting.  Again pulling her abused body to its feet, she started to trot until her legs worked again and she picked up the pace and ran.  She had no idea where she was running this time except she knew it was the wrong direction to reach the bike path.

Her eyes clouded over and she suddenly realized she was about to pass out so she stopped and bent forward while being supported by a tree, putting her head between her legs.  The blood returning to her brain revived her somewhat and Melissa was able to stand erect again.  She turned to look back and didn't see anything behind her but trees.  She knew this meant nothing but she started to run again.  And again, she heard a noise from behind and she slowed to wait for her rapist to grab her again.  When it didn't happen, she looked back and saw nothing but a squirrel scampering up a nearby oak.  Despite herself, she smiled remembering the wolf and turned back to run… slamming into the chest of her rapist hard enough to fall backwards.

He was upon her in less than a second, opening her legs, opening his pants while kneeling between them, letting the fully erect penis fall forward and aim at the pussy it had raped twice before, lifting her gown one more time and laying on her while driving his cock back into her cunt.  Melissa experienced another explosive orgasm and she lay helpless on the ground as Adonis raped her with renewed vengeance.  He reached up, grabbed both her wrists, and pulled her a small distance forward.  There, he let go of them and grabbed an exposed tree root with both massive hands.  He pulled his cock out of Melissa and smiled into her face as he slid his tongue into her mouth for the first time.  Melissa started to gag when he pulled his entire body forward, rubbing it painfully against hers and, using the root, did something akin to a horizontal chin-up: ramming his cock into her cunt so hard that it moved them both forward inches.  The agony on Melissa's face lasted only a second before her head turned to the right and she passed out.

Adonis wasn't pleased by this.  He needed his victims to experience the full potential of his perfect body.  He began slapped her…

…and Melissa came to still being slapped.  Her head lolled around like a drunk's and her eyes didn't focus on anything at all.  Adonis saw that she was as fully conscious as possible and started to rape her using the root again.  After a long time like this in which Melissa lay completely immobile beneath him, he tried his last trick.  This one always got him off the best, and he hadn't even scratched the surface of that yet.  Fuck no!  He reached beneath Melissa and grabbed her ass, fondling it roughly for a few minutes.  Then, he slid his hands towards her thighs and through all the sticky cum he'd left inside her but had it drip out when he “pulled the meat plug” from her cunt.  He pulled at the back of her knees and lifted them straight up in the air.  He thrust into her a few times like this, enjoying the pain of having his cockhead banged against the girl's cervix again.  He stopped and rested a moment.  Melissa sensed impending doom and cried out for him to stop.  She didn't have the strength to lift her arms so she just lie on her back, legs in the air and spread lewdly.

Adonis waited for the girl to plead with him and she did, just as expected.  She knew what was coming and she dreaded it: he was going to fuck her with nothing between his cock and the bottom of her cunt but juices to make the passage as easy as a hot knife through butter.  And he knew she knew how much he wanted to rape her into insanity.  He wanted to get her to scream one last time.  She didn't and his displeasure was obvious.  He let go of one thigh and pinched a nipple hard.  Melissa groaned loudly and looked as though she'd pass out again so Adonis stopped.  He needed to get her fear to return another way.  Sliding the free hand down again, he grabbed a cheek of her ass and began crawling the fingers towards her asshole.  Melissa's eyes popped open and she gave Adonis the satisfaction of hearing a true scream of terror.  His fingers stopped short, regained purchase on her thigh, and he used sheer strength to raise his entire body up onto his toes, using her body as leverage.  Nothing touched between them as he pulled his dripping cock from her cummy hole and poised it above her.  Aiming it carefully, he said,

“Fuck you, bitch” and let his entire 220 pounds fall down on Melissa's body, impaling her cunt further than it had been raped before.  This time, Adonis got what he wanted: his entire cock slammed into Melissa's wide-open pussy and went completely inside.  Where it went, only Melissa could say because there just wasn't enough room for it.  Perhaps it stretched her cunt inches beyond its deeper limits.  Maybe it bent double and just expanded the width of her hole. Probably it hit Melissa's cervix hard enough to dilate it and enter.  The pain both the raped and the raper felt was incredible and Melissa's caused her to pass out again.  Adonis' pain caused him to cum like a waterfall.  He screamed to the treetops and pumped cum out like there was no end to the flow.  His body writhed and twitched – just as Melissa's did even though she had passed out.  And he laid on her body for as long as it took to completely drain his cock and balls.  Long before that happened, the cum found its way around the tight fit between cock & cunt, flowing in a river from the girl's fucked twat to the rich loam of the forest floor.  Both bodies spasmodic, waves of orgasms cresting and crashing through Adonis' satisfied one and Melissa's unconscious one.

Adonis finally rolled off Melissa and rested next to her.  He would have slept but he still feared this one, knowing she'd kill him with her bare hands if she couldn't find a rock suitable to crush his skull.  He waited until his heart rate slowed to 60 beats per minute and stood over his fucktoy for a final time.  He dearly loved the look of her battered gown still on her body.  He loved the way her hair matted against her sweat-covered head and face. He loved the way her large tits rose and fell, now visible over the top of the gown.  (Sometime during the last rape she'd been exposed and he'd missed it happening while in the throes of bliss from another raped girl.)   And he loved the sight of cum flowing from a cunt raped with the might of Adonis.  He loved that best of all.

Sighing, Adonis closed his pants a final time and walked away from Melissa's still unconscious body.  He didn't turn back even once.  Reaching the bike path, he started jogging.  His sweaty body looked as though he'd run miles to this point and the one guy he passed immediately after he came out of the woods nodded to him, probably secretly admiring his magnificent physique.  The guy had an odd look on his face but he was another jogger and he went his way as Adonis went his.

The sun crested the crown of trees and shone down on a rapist.  And Adonis was pleased, too.