Chapter 5
Hank sat on the commode in Janice's tiny prison and stared at the hostage's sleeping form. Christ, but the innocent little bitch was built! Just looking at her was enough to make his balls ache and his thick cock stiffen and jerk inside his pants. Especially the way she was lying now, her magnificently rounded breasts just bursting out from under the sheet, the soft pink flesh of her naked shoulders displayed so provocatively, and her swanlike neck. One leg had kicked out to the side in her sleep, making the sheet bunch up and expose her full white thigh. God, if she stood up and stood at her side, he could see her pink little pussy and the thin golden patch of pubic fleece there.
Even the way Janice's hair curled down against her cheek, the way one smooth arm lay across her forehead, sent a dull pounding ache coursing the length of Hank's rigid penis. God, but he'd like to have it up in her now, ram it deep inside her while she moaned and thrashed and bucked under him. And begged for more, too. By God, that would be half the fun, to hear the snooty little bitch actually begging for his cock. That would take the edge off the wait, while the police gathered and decisions were made as to how to arrest Ti Wong's runners without endangering the captive's life . . . if indeed, they even knew she was there.
Hank sucked in his breath, remembering the hands off policy. When she was released, it had to be the way they found her-in good health, or else they's send them all up the river for rape, assault, and God only knows what else.
Janice stirred and opened her eyes. She wasn't sure of where she was at first, or who was sitting there in the room. But his intentions were unmistakable. His lecherous eyes crawled over her like dirty little insects, and Janice, crushed and humiliated, tried to brush them away. What was wrong with these people? Were they a bunch of perverts? Janice saw with disgust the bulge under the man's trousers, and turned away in revulsion.
With an angry gesture, she pulled her sheet up to her neck and tucked in her leg, then shot Hank a demeaning look. "Do you have to sit there and stare at me?" she spat at him.
"Here, put this shirt on." His fingers worked at the buttons of his work shirt, blue, but black with filth. "I promise I'll close my eyes while you slip it on." He sat there on the commode, his hairy chest grizzly looking while his captive sat up in bed and, grabbing the shirt at the foot of it, hastily slipped her arms through the gaping holes of the sleeves. Then she got up and rummaging through her alligator suitcase, drew out a pair of panties and slipped them on, too. Hank sucked in his breath with an obscene panting sound, then let out a long, low whistle that made Janice turn and hiss icily: "Well, do you have to stare at me?"
Her captor grinned and licked his thick lips repulsively. "Don't have to . . . want to."
A cry that was half rage, half shame escaped Janice's tightly pursed lips. "You're rotten, you and your bunch of no-good thugs!" her voice began shrill, turned to a scream of fury, ". . . kidnappers . . . rapists!"
Hank leapt to his feet and strode across the room. He seized Janice by her shoulders and his nails dug cruelly into the soft, tender flesh as he shook her savagely. Janice squirmed and writhed, trying to escape his powerful hands, but Hank held her tight. She threw her head back, and laughed hysterically. "Oh, you're so big and strong and brave, aren't you?" she taunted him. "But you're not so smart are you . . . otherwise you wouldn't be in this situation, huh? Yeah, you criminals and dope addicts are all alike. You take what you want and then whimper like a hurt puppy when you get caught."
Janice stopped, panting for breath, and Hank pushed her away from him, holding her at arms length. His voice was cold and cruel when he spoke, and his dark eyes glinted with something Janice couldn't identify. "Okay, maybe you're right. But if I'm an animal I'll act like one."
"What do you mean?" Janice asked with a sudden fear that she had said too much.
Hank held her, motionless at arm's length, and stared insolently into her small frightened face. "I mean I want you and if I have to whimper about it later I will." He gave her a shove that sent her reeling backwards two steps to land flat on the cot. With one giant step Hank was beside her, clutching her by the shoulder again, pulling her to her feet. "I'm going to fuck you, puppy dog that I am, Miss whoever you are," he said, "like you've never been fucked before." He gave a short laugh, his mouth curled back evilly over his cruel, sharp, tobacco-stained teeth.
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"Oh, no you don't! Do you know who I am? Janice Meredith Quincy, that's who, you stupid brute. And do you know who I'm marrying? Charles Edward Tarrington the third, and he's awfully smart and wealthy and when he finds out about this he'll kill you!" She'd broken the family rule of not discussing their money, and she paid for that mistake, dearly.
"Shut up!" Hank's hand shot out, seizing the fragile nylon of her panties and with one swift motion, he ripped them from her, letting them fall to the floor. His hand shot out again, this time to send the buttons on his workshirt popping across the room, and he tore the shirt from her heaving breasts, then wadded it in a ball and tossed it on the floor.
Holding the frozen Janice by one hand now, he struggled out of his pants. Quickly, deftly, he unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his pants, easing them and his cotton undershorts down over his hips. His thick, rock-hard cock sprang free, stiff as a pole, its bulbously swollen head oozing drops of lubricating fluid. Janice gasped in terror. Good Lord, it was huge! Would he really try?
Hank followed her glance downward as she stood mesmerized by his jutting penis. "What's the matter," he asked with an arrogant sneer, "haven't you seen a prick before?"
Janice stiffened as his hand slid down over her stomach to the gentle mound of her pelvis, then 'til down between her legs to crawl with provoking slowness along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She gasped, struggling to free herself from his lecherous fingers; even so, a tiny spark of unwanted pleasure burst in between her legs. What if Charles should find out? Huge wet tears rose in her eyes and cased down her satin cheeks. Even if dear, good Charles never knew of this depravity, Janice would never be able to face him again, with this guilty secret on her conscience.
She began to plead pitifully with Hank. "I'll do anything . . . ANYTHING . . . if only you'll let me go. I won't tell. . . " She buried her face in her hands, sobbing. "Oh God, please let me go!"
He gave her a look of contempt as he forced her naked body back to the bed, then down upon it. In a moment he was on his knees, over her defenseless form, his snaky eyes filled with lust, his mouth twisted sadistically.
"I'll do anything," whimpered Janice. Her voice trailed off as the utter hopelessness of her situation registered in her mind. There was nothing she could do, she knew, and tears flowed down her cheeks now.
Hank bent his head to Janice's and fixed his lips wetly on her tightly closed mouth. Brutally, he forced his tongue between her futilely resisting lips, flicked it in and out, then pressed it deep into her throat.
Janice struggled against him until the last ounce of her strength had died away, then submitted weakly. She lay beneath him, sobbing softy as his hands roamed at will over her helpless body, stroking her neck, her throat, the soft, naked flesh of her smooth white shoulders. They moved down and he cupped a breast in the huge palm of each hand, kneading and squeezing. His hot, hungry lips explored her face again, his tongue sank deep into her mouth, teasing. Then he ran it down the valley between her milk-white breasts. With a lewd, savage cry, he fastened his teeth harshly into the small bud of her nipple while Janice recoiled in pain. She began to struggle feebly once again, her naked flesh squirming up against the hard, lean body that pinned her down.
With a quick movement, Hank caught her small wrists in his powerful hands, crushing them until she winced with pain. He lifted his head and with an infuriating growl, snapped, "You little bitch, what did you do that for?"
Janice suppressed a sob, then pleaded: "I want you to stop. Oh, please, stop!"
"Bullshit you do, baby. Deep down inside that snooty little mind of yours, you love it!"
"Oh, no. NO!" But even as she denied it, Janice felt a lewd twirling in her stomach, a low, involuntary groan of pleasure rising in her throat.
"You do like it." Hank mocked again. "Pretty soon you'll be loving it even more." He bent his head again, and now his thick lips roamed moistly over the snowy whiteness of her heaving breasts, teasing the nipples into taut little cherries. At the same time, his two hands slid down the flesh of her belly, roved over the soft, sensitive curves of her hips, slipped under the twin half moons of her smoothly rounded buttocks.
His touch again sent little quivers of unwanted passion tingling through Janice and against her will, she found herself responding to his teasing touch. She made no effort to stop his hand that sought the thin, softly curling wisps of her pubic hair and there slipped slowly, deliciously into the narrow slit of her pussy, searching teasingly between the warmth of her inner thighs until he found the tiny bud of her clitoris and stroked it into throbbing erection
Then, as suddenly as he had begun, Hank slipped his fingers from Janice's helpless quivering cunt and knelt up over her again. "Liked that, didn't you?" he asked, and his harsh tone brought Janice's mind back to the reality of her gloomy situation with horrible abruptness. She thought of Charles again, and the hate he would feel for her for giving in this way to such lewdity. With a little cry of fear, she clamped her thighs together against the man's vile degrading of her naked virginity.
Roughly, Hank pulled her thighs apart, then hunched over her, his head just above her loins. As she realized what he was planning to do, she let out another cry. She'd been right all along! This man was a pervert, going to perform obscene acts on her defenseless body as she lay pinned beneath him. She wouldn't let him, though!
She thrashed about, flailing her arms until she was exhausted, while Hank's superior strength held her with a mocking grin. When she lay back at last, limp and unresisting, he fixed his eyes on the thin, tight slit up between her trembling legs, already moist with unwanted desire.
Hank rested the palms of his hands on her soft inner thighs, while his thumbs sought out the fleshy edges of her cunt. Then with a slow, teasing outward movement with them that brought a low cry of shame from Janice, he pressed the softly hair-fringed lips apart, exposing the pink, glistening little hole of her pussy completely to his gaze. He uttered a low appreciative grunt, then slipped himself forward and buried his face in the vee of her openly spread crotch. His tongue flicked in and out of his mouth, running over his parted lips with lascivious expectation. Then, darting forth like a lizard's, it slipped deep up inside her wetly throbbing pussy.
"Oooooh, God God! Aaaahhhh!" Janice cried out at the lewd, delicious sensation that raced through her whole body, making it tingle against its will with a mad all-consuming desire. Convulsively, against every effort of her will, her legs jerked wide apart now, splaying out obscenely, hanging over the edges of the bed as though they belonged to a limp doll.
Hank ran his tongue up and down the thin, virginal furrow, probing and exploring until he found the tiny bud of her clitoris again, and, once again with maddening spiraling motion of his tongue, he licked the quivering little mound to trembling erection. Janice whined with agonized pleasure, torn between the exquisite feelings that the man's insistent licking of her virginal cunt aroused in her, and the shame and humiliation at the wicked delight her traitorous body was feeling. At last Hank's mouth closed over the hardened flesh that strained against his flicking tongue, and breathing heavily with his insane passion, he began to suck it as if it were a berry. Satiated at last, he gave the tiny, tender titty of flesh a sharp, cruel nip with his teeth while Janice cried out with a tortured cry of pain that mingled with the intense pleasure she felt, also.
She arched backwards, struggling one more time to free herself from the monster who ravaged her so obscenely. Then with a mingled groan of despair and desire, she slumped back against the bed while he began the maddening licking of her cuntal lips all over again. He slithered his tongue in and out of her saliva drenched pussy, flicked at the soft folds of throbbing pink flesh there, then withdrew to push her legs up and lick downwards at the narrow crevice between the smooth twin mounds of her nakedly upturned buttocks.
Christ, but she was a hot little bitch! Ready to fuck now, just aching for it. And Hank was the one to give her what she wanted, he thought maliciously, eyeing her with a triumphal gleam in his heavy-lidded eyes. He took his thick cock in one hand and, kneeling up between her widespread thighs, guided it to the tiny vertical little mouth between her legs, pushing forward insistently until the thick, rubbery head slipped through the long golden strands of her pubic hair towards the tightly giving lips of her pulsating pussy.
Janice gasped and held her breath as feelings of irrepressible desire mixed with those of agonizing guilt within her. She fought against the delicious quivering that wracked her body, while the thought of the disgrace of this vile rape of her open pussy wracked her mind. Then, as the blood-swollen tip of Hank's enormous prick slipped into and penetrated slightly the tightly clenched opening of her naked cunt, she seemed to see Charles standing before her, dressed in his proper gray flannel suit-the lawyer's suit-judging her.
The searing contact of Hank's huge cockhead with her young cuntal lips sent her into sharp little spasms of pain and pleasure and she began to scream. "Oh, don't" she begged. "For Godsake's! Hank! HANK!"
But then, with a sudden thrust, he flicked his hips forward and thrust his cock deep into her narrow tight cuntal slit, spearing into her without mercy. "Hank" she called him, and a feeling of elation warmed his whole being. "Hank!" Well, now at least he was a person to her-a man. It was up to him to show her how much of a man he was, too, and that was just what he intended to do. In no time at all, he would break her to his will.
He thrust his hips forward again, plunging on and on until Janice felt as if his huge fleshy shaft had exploded up inside her to fill the very center of her being, sending forbidden waves of painful ecstasy crashing through her. Vainly, she tried to save herself from this ultimate humiliation, struggling against this cruel man's rape.
She lay still and exhausted beneath him at last, impaled on his stiff cock that filled every part of her insides, pressing against the soft, ridged flesh of her cunt, inflaming it, turning it into a searing sheath of fire. Hank lay still, too, then suddenly arched back, raising himself above Janice to stare contemptuously into her face. "You love it, don't you, baby?" he asked with a mocking leer.
Janice's lips trembled and she stifled another sob, refusing to answer his question.
Hank flicked forward, fucking deep into her trembling belly once more, and now Janice let out a long wail of pain. He partially withdrew once more, again raised himself, again said? "You love it, don't you?" His tone had become brutal, his manner cruel. Janice, terrified, at last found her voice and gasped, "Y-yes!"
"Yes, what?" Hank's voice left no doubt that he knew he had her in his power.
"Yes, Hank," whimpered Janice. "I.. . I.. . I.. . love it!"
"Want some more cock?" Hank grinned with lewd delight at Janice's meek submission to him.
"Oh . . . no . . . o . . . o . . . ! " she wailed.
"No?" There was a threat of retribution in his voice.
"Y-yes. Yes, Hank, I d-do!" Janice hurriedly amended as, even through her pain, she caught his tone of displeasure.
"Then ask for it!" ordered Hank.
"Please, Hank . . . "
"Not like that. Beg, you God damned snob!" Janice sucked in her breath. "Do it," she pleaded. "Do it."
"Say 'Fuck me! Fuck me with your cock.' And make it sound like you mean it."
Janice's head lolled to one side in abject humiliation and shame as she submitted even more completely to his degrading demands. With tears streaming down her face, she pleaded, "Oh Hank, fuck me. Please fuck me. For God's sake, fuck me with your cock!"
Hank's mouth twisted scornfully. He slipped his hands beneath the smoothly rounded cheeks of her buttocks as he began the slow rhythmic thrust which would soon build to climax. He slaved above her, fucking in and out of her tightly clenched pussy in long, smooth strokes, sending his cock deep up into her moist pussy that clasped and released it, clasped and released it of its own accord, then withdrew to plunge deep again. Then, as though wishing to press the ultimate humilation upon her helpless young genitals, the tip of his outstretched finger invaded the tiny puckered opening of her anus, and Janice groaned in unexpected pain. But moments later, the groans turned to soft, mewling sounds of pleasure, as he slowly wormed it deeper and the rubbery stretching little rectal passage slowly grew used to the unaccustomed presence there.
Hank fucked in and out of her cunt wildly nowin and out-quickening his stroke until Janice felt she was on fire with exquisite tongues of flame searing her loins, her quivering belly, shooting high up through her body to lick at her tender, sensitive breasts. She seemed possessed by an insane passion that blotted out all but the ecstatic pleasure of this man's hard driving penis, his finger skewering deep inside her rectum.
As he thrust again and again, his cock throbbing with his impending climax, Hank felt Janice jerk and lurch beneath him. A wet, sticky fluid gushed forth from the walls of her hotly clinging pussy and then, unbelievably to them both, as she writhed and churned wildly beneath him, Janice began her weird, rhythmical scream. "Ohhh, God! I'm cumming. I'm cummming . . . oh, my God! I'm cumming . . . ! "
Hank felt his own lust tormented cock expand in agonizing spasm, the inside of his testicles seemed to explode and split wide open. The hot white liquid churning there raced the full length of his rock-like prick, and then he spewed it into the depths of Janice's hotly contracting young belly. It mingled momentarily there with her own excitedly flooding juices, then overflowed back out her tightly locked cuntal lips to trickle in thin, lewd rivulets of surrender down the soft whiteness of her thighs. With a loud sigh, Hank collapsed on her voluptuously curved young body, already gone limp and exhausted beneath him . . . her legs spread lewdly open in utter and total defeat.