Earthquake

[Mt Thor]

Earthquake
By
Norm DePloom

The first thing I did when the shaking stopped was to
look around my apartment to determine the extent of
the damage. The second thing I did was to go across
the street and check on Tillie. Her real name was
Matilda, and despite my overwhelming love and
devotion, she had ignored me for two years and now I
had an opportunity to prove myself to her. I figured
if I rescued her from certain death in an earthquake-
damaged building she really wouldn't care that much
about a silly little restraining order.

It had all been such a silly mistake to begin with. I
was only trying to show her how much I really loved
her. I never intended to hurt her in any way. Now I
had to seize the opportunity to finally prove my love.

As I hurried across the street I realized how much
damage had really been done. Tillie's building was
leaning precariously to the left. When I looked back
across the street I could see that my building was
leaning almost as far. I figured my building would be
safer if I needed someplace to care for Tillie.

The front door to her building was stuck, but gave way
with a loud grinding noise when I put my weight behind
it. I moved quickly up three flights of oddly tilted
stairs and, finding her door standing open,
immediately entered and began a search. I found her
unconscious and lying on the floor in her bathroom
with her slacks and panties around her ankles. A heavy
brass vase on the floor explained her unconscious
state.

My initial investigation revealed a bump on her head
where the vase had struck her a viscous blow, and a
full patch of pubic hair that matched her head hair in
color. If I was going to prove my love by caring for
her I would have to get her back to my apartment
before she woke up. Pulling her slacks and panties up
far enough to cover her bare ass, I picked her limp
form up from the floor and, staggering a bit under the
weight, carried her out of her apartment and, with
several stops to catch my breath, down the three
flights of oddly tilting stairs. Once out of the
building I carried her quickly across the street to my
apartment building then, with additional rest stops,
up the stairs, which I now realized, were tilted just
as strangely as hers had been, to my apartment.

Tillie moaned loudly and the bedsprings bounced and
squeaked in protest when, as my arms finally gave out,
I dropped her on my bed. I needed to do two things
immediately, first I had to take her clothes off then
I needed to tie her to the bed. Her clothes had to
come of so I could check her for injuries and I needed
to tie her to the bed so when she woke up and realized
where she was she couldn't run off and find the police
before I'd had a chance to explain things to her.

That whole silly restraining order came about because
I wrote her a long letter telling her how much I loved
her and how I just wanted to make her happy. Then,
just because I made a joke at the end of the letter
and asked her 'would tying you to my bed and whipping
you into shape be considered a first date?' and she
got all bent out of shape and called the police.

OK, OK, the police did find a pair of manacles and a
whip in my apartment, but it was still just a joke.
I'd never really whip a girl on our first date, unless
of course she asked for it, or had been a bitch all
evening and really deserved it. All I did was just
make that one little joke and then I couldn't even
walk in front of her building without crossing to the
other side of the street first. Well, now she's going
to learn the truth about how much I love her.

I quickly pulled her clothes the rest of the way off,
and had secured one wrist and both of her ankles with
the manacles that I'd had permanently attached to my
bed for just this sort of occasion when she suddenly
woke up. She looked around the room, still in
somewhat of a daze, then down at her naked body. She
pulled experimentally at the chains holding her feet,
then finally saw me on the other side of the bed and
screamed. I let her scream, cuss, and call for help
while I wrestled her last arm down to the bed and
secured it with a manacle around her wrist. Such
language from a lady, I'll have to teach her not to
talk like that. By this time I was tired of the noise
and reached for the duct tape I always keep handy.
Hey did you know that duct tape is like 'The Force'?
It's got a light side and a dark side and it holds the
Universe together. Right now it was going to hold
Tillie's mouth shut while I examined her for injuries.
She shook her head back and forth trying to keep me
from applying the tape. She just did not understand
that I had to do this for her own good. I grabbed a
handful of her hair and, holding her head still,
silenced her begging with the tape over her mouth.

"Now," I announced once I had her silent undivided
attention, "I have to examine you to see if you have
any injuries." I really could not understand the look
of terror in her eyes, I was just trying to help her.
When I felt her body she jerked at the restraints and
tried to move her body away from my hands. Since she
refused to believe that I was only interested in
taking care of her I was forced to reprimand her
mildly across her cheeks twice with my open hand.
After that she laid still and trembled with excitement
as I ran my hands over her naked body.

OK, I admit it, I spent more time then strictly
necessary making sure her breasts and nipples were
free from injury, but she has to understand that it
was all done out of loving concern for her well being.
After working my way down from her wrists to the top
of her pubic hair I switched to her feet and worked my
way up her legs. She trembled more and more violently
as tears streamed from her eyes and ran into her hair.

As my hands moved up her legs I assured Tillie of my
undying love and devotion. When I got up to her
crotch I gave in to temptation and pushed my finger
inside her. Tillie squealed and jerked against the
chains like I'd stuck a red hot rod into her. I
turned it into a fun game, seeing how far she would
bounce off the bed every time I pushed my fingers
inside her. I kept it up until she got tired and,
deciding to quit playing, just laid there no matter
how many fingers I pushed in or how hard I pushed
them.

"Well," I announced setting on the edge of the bed and
letting my hand rest on her trembling thigh, "I don't
see any signs of obvious injury." I let my hand move
slowly over her smooth skin. "I'd better keep you
here for observation anyway." A moan came from deep
inside Tillie's throat, I can only assume that she
appreciated my single-minded dedication to her well
being. The apartment rocked and rolled with loud
creaks and groans as the first aftershock hit.

"If I'm going to have time to demonstrate my love for
you before this building comes tumbling down on top of
us, I'd better get busy. You know," I picked up a
couple of lengths of rope, "laying flat on your back
is not really a good position for me to demonstrate my
love for you." I formed a slip knot in one end of the
first piece of rope and slipped it over her left foot
then, after looping the rope over the bedpost on the
headboard I removed the manacle on her ankle and
pulled on the free end of the rope stretching her leg
up and to the side. Tillie screamed her appreciation
for my efforts. I tied the rope off with a nifty self
locking slip knot that I learned in the Boy Scouts
that allowed me to adjust the tension holding her leg
without untying it, then I did the same thing with her
other leg. Now her crotch was open and available for
me to demonstrate my love. Standing beside the bed I
rapidly removed my clothing. My cock had been hard
since I had decided to rescue the woman I loved and it
needed to be released, besides, Tillie needed to see
my love with her own eyes. Her eyes grew wide and she
pleaded with me unintelligibly through the duct tape.

"Don't worry," I assured her stroking my hard cock
with one hand and caressing her warm soft skin with
the other, "I'll show you how much I love you soon
enough." I picked up a permanent marker and walked
over to the only wall left in my apartment that did
not have several large cracks running through it.

"You know the poem 'How do I love you, let me count
the ways'?" I asked looking back over my shoulder
before turning to the wall and writing as high up on
the wall as I could reach 'HOW DO I LOVE YOU LET ME
COUNT THE WAYS'. Under that I wrote '1-COCK IN CUNT'.
I looked back over at Tillie, she was screaming in
ecstasy and already making orgasmic fuck motions with
her hips. I joined Tillie on the bed and, using both
hands to spread her cunt open, leaned over and inhaled
her odor.

"I hope," I said looking her directly in the eyes,
"that you've been saving this for me." I raised
myself up and pushed my cock into her. Tillie's whole
body stiffened then began jerking as she pulled
against the ropes and chains. It my have looked like
she was trying to fight me off but I know the truth.
She was so excited, and so eager for my love that all
I had to do was hang on and ride her crotch like it
was a bucking bronco.

My god was she hot and tight. I know we had our
little misunderstanding, but I just new, even before I
pushed my 'love rod' into her that she had saved
herself for me. I could only truly love a chaste
woman. I don't know what I would have done if Tillie
had turned out to be a loose-pussied slut.

First I sucked on her nipples while we fucked then,
when we really got into it, I started biting her
nipples harder and harder. Every time I'd bite one of
her nipples she'd scream in pleasure and buck her hips
to fuck herself harder and deeper on my cock. I held
myself deep inside her and, while I sucked blood from
her right nipple, my cock twitched violently and
pumped my liquid love into her eagerly waiting cunt.
After I came I rolled off her body laid next to her
with my hand resting casually on her pussy while I
caught my breath and watched a thin line of blood ooze
from her mangled nipple and down the side of her right
breast.

The intensity of my love left Tillie's body wracked
with sobs. After catching my breath I jumped up from
the bed with renewed energy. Grabbing the marker I
put a large check mark next to '1-COCK IN CUNT' then
below that wrote '2-COCK IN ASS' I turned to look at
my love waiting for me on the bed and saw her shaking
her head 'no' with a look of terror in her eyes. She
still just did not understand.

My cock was already getting hard again so I climbed
onto the bed and, standing over Tillie so she would
have an even better view, slowly stroked my love into
full erection. Then I knelt and, while continuing to
slowly stroke the entire length of my cock with my
left hand, pushed two fingers on my right hand deeply
into her well-fucked pussy.

I pulled my cum laden fingers from her pussy and
gently rubbed it onto her quivering ass hole. I
repeated the process several times before I worked my
fingertip into her tightly closed puckered hole. I
worked slowly and patiently repeatedly moving my
finger back to her cunt for more lubrication as I
worked it deeper and deeper into her sweet virgin ass.
Just as I reached full penetration with one finger and
was about to add a second another, stronger, after
shock rocked the building. I'll tell you it was
really strange sitting on the bed as it rocked back
and forth with my finger stuck all the way up Tillie's
backside. When the building stopped rocking part of
the ceiling was hanging down into the room.

"I really wanted to take my time," I told Tillie, "and
do this right," I pulled my finger out of her and
positioned myself to replace it with my hard cock,
"but it looks like I better get on with this before
the building comes down on our heads." I pushed hard,
and watched her face grimace in pain while her
sphincter muscle slowly gave way under my determined
attack and allowed my cockhead entry into her
stretching ass. I stopped and rested while her
sphincter, which was holding my cockhead inside her
rectum, put the most deliciously erotic pressure on my
cock shaft just where it joins the head.

Tillie was, once again, pulling at her bonds trying to
make my demonstration of love more pleasurable for
both of us. I was touched by this demonstration of
her love for me. Crouching over so I could work on
her nipples again I began my final assault on her
tender virgin ass. Since I didn't have time to
prepare or lubricate her sufficiently it took several
minutes of backing part way out and thrusting in
again, throwing my weight behind it each time, to
achieve total penetration.

Just as I 'hit bottom' in Tillie's marvelously tight
ass another aftershock hit. I felt small pieces of
plaster hitting my back as I pulled my cock almost all
the way out and slammed it back into her. When the
building stopped swaying I let go of her bloody nipple
and looked up into her tear streaked, screaming face.

"Did the earth move for you too?" I guess she was too
overcome with passion to laugh at my little joke.
Since I'd already cum once just a few minutes earlier
I knew I was going to be able to give her a marathon
experience of my nipple chewing ass slamming love. I
settled into a steady rhythm pumping my hard cock in
and out of her ass, making the bed bang loudly against
the wall with each thrust into her quivering body
while I bit and chewed on her nipples, breasts and up
onto her neck, pausing to suck and drink her blood
whenever I broke her skin. I have no idea how long I
fucked Tillie's ass and drank her blood, but when I
finally came, holding my twitching cock deep inside
her now well used ass while I emptied my cum into her
bowels, I ripped a chunk of flesh from her right
breast with my teeth which I chewed and ate in my
orgasmic ecstasy. I rested on top of her with my
softening cock still buried deep inside her for a few
minutes before climbing off and, picking up the
marker, put a big check mark in front of '2-COCK IN
ASS' then I put a big smiley face to the right and
wrote 'GREAT FUCK' beside it. I turned to face the
bed and noticed that my love was staring up at the
ceiling with a vacant look on her face.

"Oh dear," I said as I walked across the room and
stepped over a large crack that had appeared in the
floor to get into the bathroom. I returned with a
bottle of isopropyl alcohol. "I must tend to your
wounds." Tillie's breasts, chest, shoulders and neck
were covered with bleeding wounds. A little alcohol
got her attention again. Just to be safe I poured the
entire bottle on her injuries.

"It's for your own good." I reminded her when the
duct tape muffled scream died down. "You can't be too
cautious with these earthquake related wounds." I
retrieved the marker and, returning to the wall, wrote
'3-COCK IN MOUTH'. Then I walked back to the bed and,
grabbing a corner that had already come loose yanked
the tape off Tillie's mouth.

"You mother fucking shit eating cock sucking..."
While Tillie spewed her hateful venom I retrieved a
handy little device I'd had the foresight to purchase
and have hanging on the back of the headboard.
Shaking my head with sadness because she still just
did not understand, I slipped the device into her
mouth and had the strap buckled before she realized
what was happening. "...you stick your cock in my
mouth and I'll bite it off." That last part was
garbled but understandable as she tried to talk around
my device. Holding a handful of her hair to keep her
head still I operated the lever attached to the
ratchet mechanism with the other. With each click of
the ratchet Tillie's mouth was forced open just a
little more. When I was satisfied that I would have
no problem fitting between her titanium and plastic
covered teeth I stopped pumping the small lever and,
leaving my open mouthed victim on the bed, headed for
the kitchen. I came back with a can of coke, a bottle
of whisky and some slices of cold pizza. As I ate the
pizza I made a game of trying to figure out exactly
what it was that Tillie was trying to say. After my
last bite I picked Tillie's blouse up from the floor
and, after wiping my hands, looked down at my crotch.

"Considering where this is going next," I said while
giving my cock and balls a good wipe down with her
blouse, "I better clean it up a bit." Tillie made
more incomprehensible babbling.

"What's that you say?" I picked up the whisky bottle
and pored her mouth full. "You want a drink?" She
swallowed a couple of times then coughed and choked,
spewing whisky all over her front. I immediately
leaned over and licked it from her breasts; a new game
had been born. By the time I tired of licking whisky
from her body the bed all around her was soaked, the
apartment smelled like a cheap bar and there was only
about two inches left in the bottom of the bottle.
But the game had served it purpose and my cock was
hard and ready for more fucking.

The urgency of having a hard cock was amplified by
additional tremors shaking my already not very stable
apartment. Climbing onto the foot of the bed I pulled
Tillie as far down towards the end of the bed as I
could, stretching her arms, and the chains that held
them, tight. I didn't bother to loosen the ropes
holding her ankles, leaving her instead bent in half
at the waist. Using her upturned legs for handrails I
stepped around her bruised, bleeding body to lower
myself over her head, preparing to fuck her open
waiting mouth.

I must have spent an hour repeatedly forcing my cock
into her throat, then holding it there until she
bounced and struggled for air, before pulling it out
and letting her get a gasp or two of breath. I really
was amazed by how much fight she still had in her. As
I was overcome with orgasmic feelings I pushed myself
deep into her throat and held it there while my hips
jerked repeatedly slamming my crotch against her face.
Having already cum twice in a relatively short time I
had practically no more semen to give her, but the cum
despite the lack of jizz was the most intense of the
day, leaving my head spinning while I hung onto her
thighs for balance.

Climbing over her legs I sat on the edge of the bed
and watched her body for signs of life. After an
amazingly long time her body jerked and her chest
heaved sucking in a lung full of air, followed by an
eerie scream from her semi-permanently opened mouth.
After placing a big check mark by '3-COCK IN MOUTH' I
picked my clothes up from the floor and got dressed.
Walking back over to my bed, I ran my hand gently over
her trembling thigh.

"I really wish I had more time to prove my love to
you." As I spoke I moved my hand down her thigh and
gently explored her upturned cunt and ass. "But I'm
afraid this old building is about to come tumbling
down and I'm going to have to leave you now." She
babbled incoherently and begged me with her eyes not
to leave her. "I know, I know," I assured her, "you
want me to stay and continue demonstrating my love,
but it's time for me to leave."

While I was talking a couple of my fingers had slipped
into Tillie's pussy, I pulled them out and picked up
the almost empty whiskey bottle. Upending the bottle
I pushed its neck into her vagina and watched the last
two inches of whiskey gurgle into her.

"Whether you're rescued, or the building collapses on
you, in a few minutes you'll be too drunk to care," I
turned and walked to the bedroom door, "drunk by
douche, how unique." I waved and left the room. I
hurried down the stairs, and was picking my way around
rubble in the street when the next after shock made
the pavement heave under my feet. I turned and
watched as the building I'd just left collapsed a
little more. As soon as the ground stopped moving I
walked down the street without another look back.

Was Tillie rescued? Or did she die in a collapsing
building? I don't know, and I no longer care. It had
become obvious to me that Tillie was nothing more than
a whore who could never really understand how much I
loved her, no matter how many times I demonstrated it
to her.

I'm living in a different city now, and I have a new
love. I watch her from my bedroom window when she
leaves her blinds open to tease me. I've got the bed
and the manacles, my duct tape is ready. I'm going to
take my time, there's not going to be an earthquake
rushing me. I'm going to show her how much I love her
over and over and over and over...

[ARLEAK]

Well written.

[Gryph]

That was a good read Lookinf foward to readiing some more of your posts.

Gryph