It had been half past six when Anne got home from work. Any other day she would've stayed up and done more work but today she felt famished. It was better to just eat a small meal, watch some TV and probably go to bed early. Sometimes simple things like that made her day better and it was the only time she could relax. After getting into more comfortable clothes she heard a loud knock at the door. Something too loud and frantic to be considered friendly. She paused for a moment, wondering if she heard what she thought. It could've been the next door neighbor. Immediately though the second knocking followed and the loud knocking shock her. It was like a body was being thrown against her door.

"Who-" she stammered until she heard the reply.

"ANNE."

"Alfred?" She said, no longer frightened.

She ran to the door scared. She had just seen Alfred yesterday when they went out for lunch. It had only started to become something serious now but she still stopped short in ever calling him her boyfriend. She found him amazingly attractive, but also too mysterious. She never why, but something in the back of her mind always felt like he was keeping something important from her.

But Al was such a great guy. He never seemed like the type to lie or keep secrets from her. His groofy grin and positive outlook on life only admired him. But now that voice was rough and stern. He wanted in.

She quickly opened the door and then saw him. He had both hands on either doorway, the intensity in his hands showing her that he was gripping it hard. His feet were planted very firmly on the ground and he had his head down low, panting slowly. He looked exhausted.

"Alfred? What happened?"

She only saw slightly how he gripped the doorway harder. His panting seemed to be restricted, like he was trying as hard as he could to keep it a steady pace. His eyes were on her and...jesus his eyes...

The usual blue as sky eyes had turned a menacing black. They seemed to be starting straight into her and this look frightened her. She stepped back with her hand to her lips. It was only when she stepped more and more away from him that she saw a clear and angry tent in his pants.

She could've stop a gasp from escaping her mouth. Suddenly Alfred moved forward. He panted harder and then gripped her shoulders. She screamed in pain as his grip was unbearable. His strength was something she never felt before, never experienced. He was always so gentle with her, only ever feeling the pads of his fingers. He ripped her shirt off with no effort and she stood there speechless. Then he forced her around and onto her knees. She screamed.

"No! Stop Alfred!"

And then she felt a hand roughly pull off her pants, followed by her panties.

Oh no...oh no, oh no, why? Why was he doing this? What had happened to him? This could not be the same sweet Alfred she had known before, the one with the obnoxious but uplifting laugh. The one with a hero complex and wanting to keep her safe from anything bad. The one who the most All American boy she could've ever imagined...this could not be him...

She heard the loud sound of a belt being tossed aside and then a rip. She was on the floor, crying, only feeling him behind him. And then she felt something cold and big enter into her.

No...it was happening.

They had never had sex before. In all honestly, Alfred seemed so much like a goofball that she would've believed that he was a virgin. But now she knew that this man was not only strong but experienced. He grabbed her hands and keep them onto the ground.

And then he started to move. He had even entered all the way into her and he was already forcing his cock inside her. She heard him grunt above her and his head was now on top of her back.

He started to thrust hard and violently inside her. Has she been a virgin, it would've been much more painful. But it didn't matter because this was bad enough. Him, her Alfred...he was doing the unthinkable.

She kept crying and sobbing. But he took no notice of it. He seemed determined to finish his business. For about a minute he kept thrusting in and out of her and she could've sworn she could feel his cock expand inside of her. Getting so big and his balls kept hitting her over and over.

"ALFRED!" She screamed, trying to snap him out of it. She tried to look up and him and only saw him looking forward, his eyes now blank, like he had been taken over by something. Something obsessed with lust. This wasn't her Alfred...

Finally she felt a gush of liquid spill into her. Alfred had stopped moving. She could feel him trembling on top of her as he rode his orgasm. Her sobbing started to die down. It was no use anymore. He kept gushing into her until his last drop and then he could only feel him panting on top of her.

A rush of anger suddenly took Anne as she tried to bat him away.

"STOP!" she screamed. She flung herself upwards. Because he was exhausted he was thrown from her back but she felt something caught inside of her. She tried to pull away again, desperate to get his cock out of her but to her surprise he wouldn't separate.

"What?" She said. He was stuck in her! She tried to crawl away from him but he followed, his cock firmly implanted in her. No matter how hard she tried to separate his cock wouldn't come out. She could even feel the fat thing twitch inside of her. Suddenly she thought of a dog and what happened when they mated. But this was insane...he was a man. Why was he stuck in her? Alfred seemed to pay no attention. It was like he was just a shell. She them remembered the feeling of his cock and how it felt like it grew bigger in her. Just like a dog's...

She finally feel on the floor and cried. She cried and covered herself from him, embarrassed and her dignity stripped. She wanted him out! She wanted him gone! She never wanted to see him again.

It felt like ages until she felt his cock stared to deflate. She pulled again, this time successfully. She scrambled to her bed, frightened of what was to come next. But when she looked up, she saw hi carefully get up, straighten his tie, and then open the door to walk out.