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Smith’s hand darted out so fast that Molly never saw it coming. Her words stopped in mid sentence as Smith’s hand wrapped itself around her neck and squeezed, simultaneously cutting off her air supply and pinching her carotid arteries. Molly choked loudly and her head snapped back as Smith grabbed her throat and lifted her as he pushed his way through the door, pushing Molly backward on her toes into the foyer, nearly lifting her off her feet. With his free hand, Smith quickly shut the front door. Outside the door, everything was perfectly normal. It had taken less than ten seconds.

Inside, however, all was definitely not normal. Molly was being dragged further into the foyer by her attacker, desperately seeking air and in danger of passing out from the lack of blood flow. Smith took three long strides which Molly helplessly matched with eight or ten tip-toe steps backwards, unable to stop herself from going wherever Smith led her. When they reached the staircase, Smith shoved Molly back forcefully, slamming her head into the stair risers and nearly cracking a baluster with the force of the impact.

Molly was taken completely by surprise. Cut off in mid sentence, she suddenly couldn’t breathe as she felt herself being lifted almost off her feet and led inside by the man she quickly realized was no ordinary delivery driver. She clutched at the hand around her throat, but his grip was iron and she was powerless to resist him as he dragged her further into her home. As she stumbled backwards into the hallway, Molly struggled for air against the pressure on her throat and she was already becoming dizzy from the constriction of her carotid arteries. When her head slammed against the stair rails, it was lights out. Molly’s arms dropped to her sides and her knees unhinged as she immediately lost consciousness. Smith’s hand around her neck was the only thing keeping her standing, and she slumped helplessly as Smith lowered his hand, released his grip, allowing her to crumple to the floor in a heap. She came to quickly and lay there in a gasping, dizzy haze, rapidly blinking her eyes blankly as the room spun wildly around her.

Smith was on her as soon as she hit the ground. He grabbed Molly by the hair and yanked her to her knees, pain searing into her scalp. Molly slumped down sitting on her heels, unable to stop the room from spinning. She could not even see Smith circling her ominously, but she could sense him looming over her. Smith yanked Molly by the hair to her feet causing her to wince in pain. Molly’s knees were made of jello, and she sagged when he let go of her hair. As she fell, Smith grabbed the collar of her t-shirt and pulled upward violently. The collar failed with the force of his tug, and as Molly collapsed to her knees, her own weight caused the t-shirt to tear away with a loud ripping noise.

Smith stood over her with the tattered t-shirt in his fist, holding it out for her to see. He stood over her for a moment, leering down at Molly with an evil grin before tossing the ruined garment to the floor. He yanked the polo shirt over his head and threw it on the floor and then grabbed the thighs of his pants and pulled them quickly forward. The snaps gave way and the pants came off him with a single tug, joining the polo shirt with a casual toss. Smith circled the helpless woman, flexing his muscles and posing for her in the G-string, thrusting out his hips to accentuate the obscene bulge in his crotch. Smith studied Molly for a few moments as he circled her, taking in the sight of her slumped in front of him, half in the living room and half in the foyer. His already stiff cock hardened even more at the sight of Molly’s naked breasts perched above her ribs, holding their shape nicely against gravity and heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

Smith lifted Molly to her feet by the arms and lifted them over her head. Holding her under her upper arms, he roughly twisted her from side to side, a process Smith called “racking”. Molly’s tits jiggled violently from side to side, first to the left and then the right. They came to rest after a single bounce, impressing Smith with their firmness, even more so considering she was pushing 40. Sliding his right hand around her waist, Smith let Molly’s arms fall to her side and held her up as she sagged into him. He lowered his mouth to Molly’s and kissed her roughly on the lips, cupping Molly’s right breast in his left hand and letting her half inch nipples press firmly into his palm as he kneaded the spongy flesh. Supporting her back with his arm, Smith moved his face to Molly’s tits and took a mouthful of her right breast, sucking it deeply and letting his tongue play over the large, firm nipple and quarter sized areola.

Molly was aware of what was happening, and in her mind she was resisting violently. In reality, however, she was sporting a moderate concussion and bruised windpipe that made everything appear to her in blurry shadows and made her feel like she had just gotten off a terrible carousel. What she intended as slaps and punches were weak pushes that did little more than excite Smith with the feel of her smooth hands unwittingly caressing his chest and shoulders. When Smith kissed her, she tried to spit his tongue out of her mouth. What she did instead was weakly push her tongue against his instead of avoiding it. Now, with her right nipple being painfully suctioned deeply into Smith’s mouth, she again attempted to push him away and instead succeeded only in loosely holding him. She felt Smith switch to her left breast and suck that nipple as deeply and painfully as the right. Smith ran his tongue from Molly’s underarms, around and under the curve of her breasts, and up her cleavage line until both breasts were completely covered with a wet coating of his saliva. He guided Molly to the floor and let her fall flat on her back on the living room carpet.