The Strange Case of the Organ Grinder and the Mangled Monkey

[luckytom]

The Strange Case of the Organ Grinder and the Mangled Monkey

By Luckytom


It was after midnight when Pam got off the bus and the streets were dark and deserted.  She normally arrived home around six, but she had been required to work late preparing a slide show presentation for a group of important customers first thing in the morning, and it had taken much longer than anticipated.  Now all she wanted was to get to her apartment and crawl into bed to grab a few hours sleep before returning to the office, and the quickest way home was to cut through the park. 

The park was dark with few lights along the walkway, and the moon, when it peeked from behind the clouds, threw strange shadows.  With the exception of the sound of the breeze occasionally rustling the leaves of the trees, the click-click-click of her high heels on the cement footpath was the only thing Pam could hear.  She was sure she was the only person in the park so late at night.

She was wrong.

***

Stan was sitting a short distance off the footpath, leaning against a tree, enjoying the high of the joint he had just finished.  He lifted the bottle of cheap gin and took a long swallow, grimaced at the harshness of the liquor, and lit a cigarette.  He wasn't even sure exactly why he'd come to the park other than he had no place else to go since being evicted from his apartment two weeks ago.

It was then Stan heard the sound, the click-click-click that could only be made by high heels on concrete.  Stan crushed out his cigarette and sat very still, waiting to see who was coming.  From his position, he was sure he would be able to see whoever was on the footpath without being seen himself.

Pam came into view then, and Stan's mouth went dry.  She was the kind of woman Stan fantasized about but could never get.  Mid twenties, good looking with nice breasts, a trim waist, and long, shapely legs.  Her hair was long, well past the shoulders, and as she passed beneath one of the rare lamps, he could see it was a subdued shade of red, a color to which he'd always been partial.  She wore a white, belted dress, the top of which fit snuggly while the skirt was flared, ending just above the knee, and she wore matching white heels.  He decided immediately that he had to have her, stood up, and began moving quietly through the bushes to get ahead of her.

***
 
Pam was nearly half way through the park when she thought she heard something behind her.  She stopped and turned around, but saw nothing.  She shrugged, sure it was just her imagination, and turned back to continue on her way.  It was then the shape lunged from the bushes just in front of her.

***

Stan saw the woman stop and turn around.  She stood still for a moment, shrugged, and turned back.  As she did, Stan jumped from the bushes directly in front of her and drove his fist into her stomach, knocking the wind from her and dropping her to her knees.  He pulled back and hit her again, this time in the side of the head, knocking her to the ground. Grabbing her under the arms, he pulled her back into the bushes, well off the footpath, and threw her down in the grass.  He threw himself on top of her, tearing open the top of her dress to expose the white satin bra she wore, and then he pulled the hem of her skirt up, bunching it around her waist.  His excitement increased when he saw she wore a garter belt and nylons instead of pantyhose.  In a frenzy, he quickly undid his trousers and pulled out his rock hard cock.

Pam was finally able to catch her breath, and realizing what was happening, began to fight back with all of her strength.  "NO!" she screamed as she tried to kick her attacker while raking his face with her fingernails.  "Stop it!  You can't DO this to me!  Get OFF of me!"

Feeling the blood slowly running down his cheek from the deep scratches Pam had inflicted on him, he lifted up and again drove his fist into her stomach.  Pam jumped and then collapsed, helpless as she once more fought for air.  Stan threw himself on top of her again, reached between them, and grabbed his swollen prick.  Using his knees to force Pam's legs apart, he shoved the crotch of her panties aside and pressed his cock against her dry vagina.

"Oh God, NO!" she cried out as she felt Stan's cock start to force her open, and pain lanced through her as he managed to drive part of his member into her.  She put her hands against his chest and tried in vein to push him away while digging her heels into the dirt and twisting her body in a futile attempt to escape.  Her eyes were squeezed shut and her head snapped from side to side as he drove deeper and deeper into her with every thrust of his hips.  "Don't do this to me," she begged as tears ran down her cheeks.  "Oh God PLEASE don't do this to me!"

Stan was becoming more exited as he drove himself deeper into the squirming body pinned beneath his, the tightness of her cunt around his cock seeming like heaven.  He pounded into her with ever increasing violence, her shrieks of pain as he tore her insides taking him to new levels of ecstasy.  Pulling back, he tensed his body and then lunged forward, finally driving his full length into the helpless woman.

"NOOOOOOOOAAHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed and reflexively arched her back, her whole body snapping taut as the pain ripped through her.  "Oh God NOOOO!  Take it OUT!  Please, PLEASE take it OUT!"

Stan ignored Pam's pleas, driving into her repeatedly, pulling most of the way out of her, and then ramming his cock back in with all the force he could muster.  Her quivering body jerked and she moaned each time he impaled her, adding to Stan's excitement.

"Uhhh ... uhhh ... stop ... pu-please ... uhhh ... stop!  You're ... ohhh ... you're HURTING me!  Uhhh ... uhhh ... Don't ... hurt me!  Ohhhhh!  Please don't ... uhhh ... uhhh ... HURT me!"

The physical pain Pam felt was excruciating, but added to that was the mental anguish.  The frustration of being dominated and unable to defend herself; the shame of having this vile stranger grunting and sweating on top of her, using her like a piece of meat; the fear of what would happen to her when he was finished.  And then, as Stan began moaning and his pace increased, she realized he was approaching orgasm, and another, greater fear slammed into Pam's consciousness, the fear of pregnancy.

"Oh, no," she plead through her tears.  "Oh, God no, not inside me!  Please don't cum inside me!"  She fought harder, digging her heels into the dirt and pushing against his hips with her hands, squirming and twisting beneath him, trying unsuccessfully to force the invading member from her body.  "You CAN'T!  You can't DO it!  Please, PLEASE not inside me!"

Stan was moaning in ecstasy, his breathing ragged as he fucked Pam as fast and as hard as he could.  He felt his balls begin to tighten and started muttering, "Oh, Jesus!  Oh, Jesus!  "OH JESUS CHRIST!"

Pam felt his cock throbbing and twitching inside of her and begged, "Oh God, pull it out!  Please pull it out!  You can't!  You CAN'T!  NOT INSIDE ME!"  And then she felt him explode, filling her with wave after wave of his thick warm cum, and she cried out, "Oh dear God, NOOOOOOOOOOO!"  Tears of shame and fear ran freely down her cheeks as her fists pounded the ground in frustration.  Still he pumped more of his foul fluids into her as he drove his cock as deeply into her as he could and held it there.  She collapsed then, lying still in the grass with Stan on top of her, sobbing out her anguish.

Finally, after what seemed like and eternity, he pulled his softening meat from her and stood up.  She felt his cum seeping out of her ravaged pussy and oozing down into the crack of her ass and felt as if she wanted to vomit.  She managed to sit up, supporting herself with one hand in the grass while she used the other to push her dress down over her thighs.  Sniffling, she slowly stood up, holding her stomach, and turned in the direction of the footpath.  She only took a single step before Stan grabbed her from the rear and threw her against a tree.  Stars exploded before her eyes as her head slammed into the tree trunk and she collapsed to the ground.

"You don't think I'm done with you, do you, bitch?  I haven't been laid in months, so I'm good for more than just one load."

"Oh God, Please no," she whimpered as he moved toward her and she pushed herself backwards across the grass.  "Leave me alone!  Please don't hurt me anymore!"

He was on her then, grabbing her and trying to force her onto her stomach.  Realizing what he intended, Pam's eyes grew large and she fought with renewed strength.  "NO!  You CAN'T!  Not THAT!  Oh God PLEASE not that!  I WON'T LET YOU!"

Stan punched her in the face three times in rapid succession, splitting her lip and bloodying her nose.  He punched her in the stomach twice, knocking the wind from her, and leaving her helpless.  He grabbed her, threw her face down on the ground, and jumped on her back.  He forced her legs apart, grabbed his cock, and pressed it against Pam's asshole.

"STOP!" she wailed as he began forcing his cock into her.  "Oh God PLEASE STOP!  It HURTS!"  She felt as if she was being torn in half as he drove more and more of his dick into her bowels.  The pain was indescribable and she tore at the grass with her fingernails as he drove more deeply into her trembling body.  "NOOOOOOO!!!" she shrieked as he finally rammed his full length into her, tearing her rectum and making her feel as if her insides were on fire.  "St-st-stop it!  I can't ... can't STAND it!  Oh, God, you're KILLING me!  Please take it ... take it OUT!"

Stan drove into her ferociously, causing her body to spasm every time he crammed his cock into her.  The pain was so incredible she was sure she would never survive.

"Get ... OUT!  Get ... OUT OF ME!" she screamed as he sunk his meat completely into her and began grinding his hips against her ass, increasing the pain she felt to an unbelievable level.  "AAHHHH ... AAHHH ... NO ... MORE! ... AAHHH ... AAHHH ... GOD!  NO ... NO ... MORE! ... YOU'RE ... OOHHHHH ... TEARING ME ... AP-APART! ... NNUUUHHH ... NNUUHHH... NNUUUHHH!"

"Oh shit!" he groaned in her ear.  "OH FUCKING SHIT!"

Once more she felt him throbbing inside her as the heat of his cum spread through her.  She ground her teeth together and groaned as he flooded her bowels with cum, and then collapsed in the grass, spent and exhausted by the exertions forced on her body.  Stan lay on her back for several minutes, slowly softening inside of her, and finally he pulled out of her and stood up.

Slowly, and with great effort, Pam rolled over onto her back and looked up at her rapist.  "Please," she begged, "let me go.  Please let me go."

Stan grinned.  "In a little while, baby.  First, though, there's one more thing to do.  Now I don't know if I can get it up and blow a third load, but I figure I've got a pretty good chance if my dick is buried in that pretty little mouth of yours!"

Pam began trembling and sobbing, her head slowly rolling from side to side.  "Dear God, no!  Please no!  I've never ... never ... done that!"

"Well," Stan grinned as he stood over her, slowly lowered his ass onto her chest and pinned her arms to the ground with his legs, "there's a first time for everything, isn't there?"

Pam was too exhausted to fight, and could only whimper as he forced his cock, slimy with blood, cum, and shit, between her lips and into her mouth.  He grabbed the hair on either side of her head and held her while he rocked his hips, slowly fucking her mouth.  She felt him beginning to get hard again and started to gag and retch when he forced himself deeper into her.  His pace was increasing and he was forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth.  She was gagging almost constantly as she began twisting her body in a futile effort to escape her tormenter.

She couldn't believe this was happening to her.  What had she done to deserve such treatment?  What had she done to deserve being viciously beaten, raped, and sodomized?  And now he was fucking her mouth, gagging her as he repeatedly forced his cock into her throat!  What had she done?  What gave him the right to do this to her?  The answer exploded in her brain.  He DIDN'T have the right!  He didn't have the right to do any of the things he'd done to her!  SHE was the one with rights!  The right to be free of fear!  The right to be free of pain!  The right to DEFEND HERSELF! 
 
It was then Pam's shame and frustration turned into a blinding, white hot rage.  Opening her mouth as wide as possible, she lunged forward, burying his cock as deeply in her throat as she could and slamming her jaws shut, driving her teeth into the swollen hunk of meat that filled her mouth.  Stan screamed in agony and his eyeballs nearly blew out of his head as the fiery pain ripped through to the very center of his being, and he nearly passed out when she began grinding her teeth back and forth on his rapidly softening member.  In shear desperation he punched her as hard as he could on top of her head, only to find the scull is made of thick bone to protect the brain, and the only things he managed to accomplish was to drive her teeth deeper into his flesh and break two knuckles in his right hand.

Screaming louder as the blinding pain increased, he threw himself sideways to the dirt in an attempt to escape, but Pam rolled with him as she continued grinding her teeth.  Her arms now free, she wrapped them around him, grabbed the cheeks of his ass with both hands, and held him tightly against her face to prevent his escape.  She continued gnawing on his cock as she began snapping her head rapidly from side to side like a Pit Bull with a chew toy while Stan grabbed her head and tried unsuccessfully to push her away.  With his screams reaching a high pitched level similar to that of a cat whose tail has been smashed with a sledge hammer, he dug his heels into the dirt and tried to push himself away, but Pam wriggled along with him, her teeth grinding and gnashing as her head snapped up, down, left and right in rapid succession.

Stan's screams ceased when the pain became so overwhelming that his lungs quit working, and the only sounds he made were hideous little noises as he tried to breathe.  His fists and feet were drumming the ground and his whole body was trembling as Pam gave her head one last sideways snap, then jumped up and stepped back from Stan.  With both hands clamped to his mangled crotch, he rolled onto his side, curled into a fetal position, and puked.

Pam felt elated as she watched the blood flowing freely over his thigh and into the grass.  He was nothing but a harmless, whimpering, quivering mass now, lying in pools of his own blood and vomit.  She had given him just what he so richly deserved, and she had no regrets over what she had done.  Slowly, she reached up, pulled his cock from her mouth, and tossed it into the bushes.  With a grin, she knelt down, looked into Stan's glazed eyes, and said, "I guess I'm the last woman you'll ever rape, you rotten son of a bitch!"�

With that, Pam straightened her clothes as best she could and retrieved her purse from where it had fallen.  She took out a handkerchief and began wiping the blood from her lips and chin as she calmly turned and walked away.

[Quixote]

Just as I was thinking "Why wouldn't she bite?"  Nice story.