MARI THE NORSE INTRUDER RAVAGES CHRISTOPHER MERCILESSLY
by Hamlet



Christopher was home in Grantham watching TV that fateful afternoon. He had
led a fairly dull life after Melanie, his bad-girl girlfriend was arrested for
travelling on the train without a valid ticket and imprisoned her third
offence of fraud.

She could be very rude, but was great in bed, and had a kinky side to her
enjoying S & M that always made him come back for more, even though he knew
she was really a nasty piece of work There was no way for him to know that she
had boasted about him to her cell mate at Peterborough prison , who was now a
free woman.

The doorbell rang, and Christopher answered it, without thinking much about
it.

A delivery maybe?

He opened the door and the tall muscular Blonde Woman was inside in an
instant, her leather gloved hand on his throat, slamming him against the wall
and taking his breath away. She was dressed rather like Cat Woman in a
skin-tight black leather catsuit revealing only her mouth and eyes He was
instantly terrified as he grabbed for the Woman's tattooed forearm. She
slammed the door closed with her left hand, her right hand pinning him against
the wall. The second the door closed, she grabbed his hair and pulled it hard,
spinning him around to face the wall.

"Don't you f---g move!" she growled in a strong foreign accent similar to
German as she pushed him against the wall.

"You hear me you bastard? Don't you f-----g move or you're dead!"

He was panicking inside, and frozen in terror. She grabbed his wrists and
placed her hands against the wall just above his head.

"You keep your hands right there""don't you move them, you understand?"

He didn't reply, merely stayed exactly where she had put him. Her hand pulled
his hair back and snapped his head back.

"Say yes. Madame!"

He started crying. "Yes, Madame." he managed to say.

She pulled a large knife from the back pocket of her catsuit and unfolded it.
She was a really big Woman, at least six foot -two, taller and more muscular
than him by far. She was smiling as she slid the knife under his white shirt.

Christopher was just home from his part time work as a dispatcher at Grantham
station , and was wearing a white shirt and a brown trousers She let the knife
point slide through the thin material, then drew it back towards her, slicing
the shirt open in back. he was crying louder, which made her even more
excited. She used the knife, razor sharp, to slice through his shirt, and then
the back. She folded the knife and slid it back into her catsuit pocket. She
leaned closer, her hands sliding around his chest, and whispered into his ear.

"Don't you bloody well move you understand?"

"Yes Madame ," he whispered back, sobbing.

Her hand slapped his arse so hard he almost fell shocked her. "Yes, MADAME!"
he bellowed. she was scary, the way Melanie used to be, and he felt his cock
stiffen in the cold air. Her hands slid over his cock, and he found his
testicles and squeezed hard as she twisted them. His knees buckled at the
pain.

"You like it, don't you you pervert?"

"No!" he cried out. "Please! Please! Stop!" he begged as she pulled and
kneaded his testicles

She squeezed harder with her leather gloved hand. "You fucking love it! Now
say it!" she yelled

"I love it," he whispered, now crying again.

She moved her strong hands slowly down his belly and unsnapped his trousers,
which fell at his ankles. "Don't you move a muscle," she whispered, as her
hand slid over his hips and around to his little arse.

"So nice, "she said out loud, and then she slid her knife under his pants and
cut them open. It fell to the floor by his trousers, and she kicked his ankles
wider. Her hands slid over his arse and thighs as she admired his cock as her
new toy. Poor Christopher bit his bottom lip and tried to hold himself
together. She spanked his bare arse so hard she left a red handprint. His
knees buckled and he cried out in shock and pain.

"Say 'thank you, Madame'" she whispered into his ear.

"Thank you, Madame," he said between louder sobs.

She spanked him again. And again. And again. he thanked him after each on. He
could feel his body betraying him as she spanked his arse. When her fingertip
traced the seam of his cock, he moaned softly and she felt his warm cum on his
fingertip.

"You fucking love it, don't you pervert?" she asked.

He continued crying, and said "No...please, no more...please!..."

She spanked him nonstop for a full minute, until his arse was crimson and he
was sobbing loudly, but his arse was flooding with warm spunk.

"You love it pervert...don't you," he whispered into her ear.. he cringed.
Without warning, she pushed two fingers up his arse. He was soaked, although
he was terrified and wanted her to stop and just leave him alone.

She started working her fingers in and out, then made rough circles on his
cock. His knees buckled slightly as his body responded to the physical
stimuli. He was crying like a baby""and that is when she pushed her thumb into
his arsehole. With her thumb in his arse, she used the web of her hand to rub
against his swollen cock, and his hips started rocking against her hand.

"Oh gawwwwd," he murmured, starting to forget where he was.

She continued to work his arse and cock as she reached around and pinched his
testicles. He let out a long guttural moan, and the juices from his arse were
now flooding her hand.

"Little fuck object loves, it doesn't he?" she whispered hoarsely. "Answer me
pervert!" she said as she pushed harder into his arse.

He whimpered and groaned out a long, "Yessssssss. Madame."

She pulled her hand away, leaving his arse and cock open and needy, and he
turned his head to face her, wondering why she had stopped. He was confused he
wanted her to stop and leave, he wanted her to make her cum, he wanted her to
use him hard...what did he want?

She grabbed him by the hair and half pushed, half pulled him out of the living
room of his small house into the bedroom.

"On the floor you pervert!" she commanded. Get on your back and spread your
legs. He laid down and, with bent knees, spread his legs for her. She stood
and looked at his cock. That was glossy with cun. She told him to masturbate
with his cock. His

tears began to flow again as he reached down and rubbed his swollen cock. . He
rubbed faster...it felt so f good..." he closed his eyes and began to get lost
as he neared his first orgasm.

She roared with such force that he immediately pulled his hand away

"STOP NOW!"

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