Thread: Levirate (Google and skittish_butterfly)

Jacob's reaction to her punches, even weak as they were, surprised Constance. He let go of the belt around her neck, or at least released his grip on one end of it so it slipped free to just dangle to the floor in his one hand like an uncoiled whip, leaving her free to breathe and touch at the reddening irritation where the skin of her throat was indented. Her other hand raised to smack him again but he raised his other hand, bigger than hers and his arm longer than hers, and put it right against her chest and shoved her backwards into her bedroom, away from him. She stumbled on the carpet back toward the bed, looking at his larger frame blocking the door and realized suddenly why he let go. Let me out! But he didn't move, just standing there, talking about her apartment, looking at her apartment as if he was moving in, like he was trying to decide where he'd keep his beer bottle collection, which Constance was certain he was the crude kind of man to have. It's not your apartment! You don't live here, you don't belong here! She wanted to scream at him, her face as red as if she did, but her voice just came out as a croak, still affected by the choking of the belt. He ignored her, which infuriated her even more, making her feel powerless, like she was too weak to affect him even with her small punches and even her words made no mark on him. She stood, watching his eyes move around her room, taking in the mess spilling out of the closet, the book shelf with one shelf for Rory's business books, one for his dumb science fiction novels -- one of Rory's only weaknesses that she easily forgave -- one for her text books and one for her good novels. The bed. Hearing the word Honeymoon from that animal's lips while he had the nerve to look on her marriage bed drove her mad and she managed something closer to a scream. This is no honeymoon! There is no honeymoon you asshole! I don't love you, I hate you. I'll... I'll make your life miserable every second you try to stay married to me! I'll... Constance sputtered into frustrated silence as her words had no affect on him except maybe to put that amused smile on his lips. He just started unbuttoning his shirt, slowly revealing abs she knew most girls would be all aflutter over, that even she had to admit were impressive, but that she always tried to think of herself as a girl who saw the heart inside the body, not just the body, and inside his perfectly sculpted chest and abs was a heart that was rotting and decayed, beating only to pump vitriol through his body. His shirt fluttered to the floor as he tossed it aside with no concern for the cleanliness of her room. She was a grieving widow, or at least was, she wasn't sure what her status was now, but she was grieving, so a little mess in her closet was justified -- what was his excuse! Pick that up you bastard! This is my room, Rory's room! I am NOT cleaning up your mess, you pig! And he had the nerve to comment on how she kept things, which despite a little recent fray around the edges had always made Rory very happy. Jacob started at his pants, still blocking the door, and Constance could feel her pulse accelerating fearfully with each little action he did, his eyes making clear to send a message of his intent. She looked away, looking around the room herself, wishing Rory had some bowling trophies or something big and heavy she could smack him on the head with and run out. She'd probably get in trouble, maybe even get thrown in jail but at least he couldn't rape her in jail. But no, she couldn't go to jail. He'd just make her miserable during a trial and then be waiting to pick her up anyway when she got out. Plus there was nothing she could use. Not even a phone cord to strangle him with, the phone by her bed side being cordless. The phone. She looked away from it immediately. He was rambling about having fucked others, as if it would make her jealous. She guffawed out loud to ridicule the idea, only he made it clear that wasn't his purpose and her laugh went silent, her face blanched. Practicing for what he'd do to her. Starting right now. And then his pants were down, one hand tugging them down to free himself while the other still held he belt. As they went down, she got a sight at how he'd broken the other redheads, and her eyes went wide with understanding of how he could have done it. He was huge. Rory's cock was perfect, just the right size for her, just the right shape for her, as if God had formed her husband's sexuality using her own body as the mold so the fit was perfect. God hadn't done that with Jacob, more like he'd just taken a huge slab of rock and chiseled something huge and threatening and attached it to his body. Like Jacob's personality, his cock looked like it was made for abuse, not love. Constance she realized she was shaking her head no over and over in little motions of denial, not even sure what she was denying but certain in her constricting chest that she should deny it whatever it was. She didn't speak, her throat to afraid to allow words to pass as Jacob eyed her evilly, slowly advancing on her after plucking something from his pants pocket at his feet. She backed away without even thinking until the backs of her legs hit the side of her bed and she fell back to sitting on it, squirming back still away from him, cowering as he came closer to stand over her beside the bed, showing her the little bottle with a wicked grin, his cock seeming to grow larger still. The belt dropped from his grip on the side of the bed, but it was no relief as it seemed like it was still close at hand if he decided to choke her with it again, or drag her to some new place in the house to taunt and abuse her, or hurt her with it in other ways she was trying hard not to imagine. He reached for her right ankle, his hand so big and unyielding around it as he pulled her to the bed that her little kicks at him had no effect. Her shorts were pulled off now and her naked bottom was right at the edge of the bed and she was staring right up into his eyes from down on her back on the bed. He didn't let go of her ankle and every few seconds she gave her leg a good jerk to try to twist free from his grip, to make him stop touching her, but it didn't work. He just smirked and threatened, warning her as he dribbled what turned out to be some kind of slippery oil out onto his huge cock. Pretend this wasn't happening. That's exactly what she wanted to do, pretend Rory was still alive, that he was coming to give her flowers and presents from his trip and talk about her feelings while he'd been away. The feeling of him casually dribbling the same oil between her legs that was all but dripping from his cock made it clear to her that loveable Rory wasn't here, just cruel Jacob. And his words made it clear to her in a way she truly believed that if she didn't look at him, keep her eyes on him as much as she hated whatever he was going to do to her, and acknowledge him with her attention, if she tried to hide herself in a fantasy of Rory, that he would know, and he would beat her in a way even her mind couldn't bear to repeat as she trembled at the thought. The oil started to run very slowly between her legs, down her slit to tickle between her cheeks and she shook her head again lying on the bed, this time making sure he knew she wouldn't, her lips and sensitive parts suddenly alive with the feeling of the oil and the fear of his threat, not wanting him to beat her like that and believing he would. She tried squirming back from him even though he had one ankle in his powerful grip, but he just grabbed her other ankle in response and spread her like he was making a wish until it almost hurt, pushing her knees back at the side of the chest so she felt like her nakedness was on lewd display for him, but there wasn't a thing she could do about it, even her hands unable to reach him except to reach back to the edge of bed and touch his naked torso as he came closer, but no leverage at all to try to stop him or push him away. So out of fear, and hatred, Constance kept her eyes on Jacob, blinking back the tears that threatened to betray her, as he bent himself a little. She knew what he was doing, some part of her inside just knowing where his cock would be after his little movement even without seeing it. She stared into his cruel eyes as she felt his huge hard flesh against her slippery oil slicked parts, and she grimaced at the thought of him entering her. She didn't think of being married to him, for it would not have been easier, and because thinking of marriage would make her think of Rory and that would just make her disintegrate. An anxious animal whimper rose in her throat as she saw his muscular body tense and knew what was coming, only she was wrong. He didn't push into her like Rory ever had. He'd really meant it when he'd said what he planned to do, not just some vile threat to scare her. His huge head dipped lower and she felt him pushing her cheeks apart with his thickness, pushing against her, making her moan and grip the edge of the bed, gnashing her teeth as he pushed and pushed, until inevitably her tightness yielded to his strength with a scream. She felt every inch sliding into her, slowly, like he was making sure she felt every bit of him. Her heart broke and the tears rolled down her cheek as she cried out for Rory. She looked up into Jacob's face as he pushed his painfully thick cock into her bottom, a cruel parody of his brother. She arched and twisted and pushed back against his grip on her ankles and she begged him to stop but nothing did any good, nothing stopped the pain of him penetrating her, pushing himself into her body as painfully as he'd pushed himself into her home and her life. Moaning and gripping the bed cover with small fists bunched up tight against the pain, she kept herself from closing her eyes, from looking away, from denying what he was doing to her, having to accept his cock and his reality and let him see it, her left hand feeling the little edge of the belt lying threateningly beside her hip as his torso finally smacked against her bottom, making it excruciatingly obvious he'd planted his flag full and deep inside her. She sobbed, feeling every inch of him, the girth of his shaft spreading her hole open in a way God never intended, humiliating and hurting her in equal measure. Her desperate mind spun madly, seeking any way out of this, any way to end the pain