Chapter 4
The next morning, Ann tackled her dull housework more willingly than she ever had before. She was ecstatically happy. Her head was full of plans. Every one was about a different way to fuck her daddy!
After he had left for work, she'd tumbled into bed and played with her cunt while she studied every page in her manual that told about different sexual positions a man and a woman could get into. Her mind raced. There were so many ways!
Man on top. Girl on top. On the side. From the back. Standing. On chairs. On sofas. The list seemed endless!
Ann closed the book, fingering her pussy-hole. She could put three fingers in without it hurting at all. It was hard to get them back! The hot teen-ager was amazed at how strong the muscles were, inside her pussy-hole.
Enough sexy daydreaming. She put on panties and a bra. And her old housedress fit too tightly to be comfortable, now that her tits had grown so much bigger.
She was busy in the living-room with the vacuum when the front door bell jangled. The man standing on the porch looked at her full tits lifting and falling as she breathed hard from her exertions. His eyes dropped to the swell of her cunt-mound that made the front of her old dress poke out like a tiny hill.
"Yes?"
"Ah ... is your mother home, young lady?"
"She's dead."
"Oh. I'm sorry. Ah ... well, I'm selling specially-made, extra-nice neckties. For gifts. Perhaps there is someone...."
Ann immediately thought about her father's recent birthday. She had neglected to buy him anything. She swung the door open and motioned the salesman to come in. He opened his display case and watched Ann picking out and holding up several garish, loud ties.
He stood watching her, licking his lips and rubbing his hands on his trousers. What a piece of ass this kid would be! Look at the tits on the doll! His fingers twitched. That ass! Two round firm asscheeks lifted her dress so much the hem came up in the back. He had eight rock-hard inches of cock he'd love to "sell" this gorgeous bitch!
"I don't think so," Ann muttered. "These are too wild for my daddy. He's a stock broker. A very conservative man. I'm sorry."
The man closed his case. "That's O.K. Can't please all tastes. Um ... mind if I use your phone a minute? Local call. Gotta check in with my office. All alone in this house, huh?" he said, following Ann into the kitchen.
"Yeah. It's sure a lot of work, too, since my mom died. There's the phone. I'll be...."
She never finished her sentence. The moment she turned away, the man swung the phone at her head. It connected with a sharp crack. Ann hit the floor like a sack of oats.
He calmly put the phone back down and stood over her, rubbing his cock and grinning.
"A pretty chick like you deserves company. The best. Me! We're gonna have a little party, honey. Just me and you. In your bed!"
He bent over and scooped her up from the floor. He grunted, draping her over his shoulder. His ham-like hands patted her round ass as he carried her through the living-room, pausing to pick up his sample case.
"Nice ass, baby. Solid. This is my lucky day."
He hummed to himself, carrying her up the stairs. He tossed her on her bed, smiling when he saw how big and roomy the old four-poster was.
"Neat little play pen for us, sweetie. Built to order." He flipped his case open and grabbed a handful of ties. "Finally found out what this fucking crap is good for," he muttered. "Custom made ropes, honey. You deserve the best!"
He tied both her arms to the sturdy oak posters at the head of her bed. Humming tunelessly, he secured her ankles to the bottom posts and tugged at her legs. "That's gonna hold you right where I want you, baby. Now, you just rest a minute. Be back just as soon as I find myself a little drink. Wouldn't be a party without booze, now would it?"
He chuckled, rubbing his hands briskly. His huge erection hurt, jammed in his shorts. He jerked his zipper down and stood for a long minute, stroking his cock and letting his eyes wander up and down Ann's body.
"Nice. Really nice. You should see the old bags I have to talk to, doll. Fat slobs. Hair up in curlers. Fucking rude, inconsiderate bitches. I'd never let them have what I'm gonna give you, pretty baby. My cock deserves the very best!"
He bent over her unconscious form. An ugly lump was beginning to rise where he'd whacked her with the phone. He shrugged and trotted downstairs in search of the booze he'd promised himself.
Ann stirred and moaned. Her eyes snapped open. Her head was splitting! What the hell had happened? She tried to rub her head. Instant panic made her stomach churn. Jesus! She was tied down! In her own bed! She raised her head to stare at the bright rope of neckties that bound her securely. The room spun around. Her stomach heaved with fear. Her mouth went dust dry. She tried to focus her eyes on the hazy figure that was entering her room.
"Coming around, huh? That's good. I like my women alive and kicking," he grinned cheerfully. He tilted the bottle of Old Crow and gulped. "Damn. Good stuff!"
Ann stared at his huge white cock sticking straight out of his fly. He was going to rape her! Her stomach churned with rage and horror. Cold sweat broke out all over her twisting body. She screamed as loud as she could!
He grinned, hefting his heavy cock with his free hand while he took another long pull at the bottle.
"Holler your head off, kid. This place is built like a fort. You ain't got a neighbor within three hundred yards. I checked. No one is going to interrupt our fun!"
He unbuckled his belt, grinning at her as she kicked and pulled at the ties. "They won't break, honey babe. Good material. Strong. Like this cock I'm going to let you have."
He kicked his pants into a corner of her room and put the bottle on her dresser. Ann's eyes riveted to his huge cock that swung back and forth as he moved around the room. It looked like a toilet plunger to the terrified girl. It had a long, thick shaft with a huge round red knob on the end. Blue veins ran along his thick cock. Ann felt like she was going to throw up all over the bed. It was ugly! Her daddy's cock had looked so beautiful. She'd never dreamed a man's prick could look so deadly. So horrible! It bent off to the side, as he stood looking down at her. Her nostrils flared. He stank of booze and sweat. She shrank down into the bed.
"The tits first, kiddo. Gotta see your nice knockers!"
His hand shot out, ripping her dress open. His fingers plunged between her swelling tits and jerked her bra off. Her nipples retreated.
"Hey, now," he grinned. "You got the nicest tits I've seen in six months." He sat down and leaned over her. His tongue flicked over her shrunken nipple. Ann bent her head and bit his ear as hard as she could.
"You hellcat!" he grunted. His hand whipped across her face. She fell back, stunned. Then he grinned. "Good! You got spirit. Wait until I get you goin', sweetie. You'll fuck this cock clear off me. You'll love it. I'm good. You'll find out. You'll remember this fuck as long as you live!"
Ann lay sweating with fear. She shivered. She was sure she was going to vomit all over herself.
The man was insane! Her ears rang from the force of his blow. Her head throbbed. She squeezed her eyes shut. This was a bad dream, that's all. In a minute she would wake up and be alone. Safe. She heard her old cotton dress tearing. Her eyes snapped open. It was no dream. This was real!
He sat staring at her cunt and at the whisps of brown hair that fringed the outside of her cotton panties. The nylon clung to her pussy, showing him the cleft between her pussy-lips and the high rise of her pubic-mound. He bent over, sniffing.
"Rape me and get it over with," she choked. "Then get the fuck out of my room. Out of my house!"
He lifted his head, frowning. "Be nice," he growled. His stubby fingers pulled at her panties. Ann tried to keep her knees together, but he spread her legs, sitting on her left knee and pushing her right leg away. His fingers slid under the elastic band of her panties. He slowly pulled them down.
"Jesus! What a beaut!" He stared at her tight nest of cunt-curls. He bent over. His tongue flicked out. "Tasty! Hot damn! You sure got a nice one! So have I! It's ready to fuck, babe!"
He rammed his finger into her cunt. Ann heaved up, kicking her legs. It did no good. The ties held like steel cords. He moved over between her knees. His finger hurt like hell in her pussy.
"Dry," he muttered. "Fucking dry! I'll fix that!"
He liftd her knees as far up as the tie-ropes would allow. His rough hands scooped under her shaking ass. His mouth clamped down onto her cunt. He licked into her, roughly.
"Get your tongue out of me, you rotten fucker!" she gasped. "I'll pee on you. I will. I'll pee all over your ugly face!"
He sat up, grinning. His middle finger jammed roughly into her pussy-hole. "So pee, already! Betcha can't!"
He jerked his finger out of her cunt. He rammed his thumb in. His middle finger slid down and he forced it into her clenched asshole.
"Ow! That hurts! You miserable, lousy, sadistic no-good mother-fucking...."
Her burst of anger was cut short. His free hand smached against the side of her head. Bright lights flashed before her eyes. She heard him grunt with surprise. She peered through a red haze at her cunt pissing all over his hand. Ann whimpered with fear and shame. She was peeing all over herself! Her bed! She was soaking her own bed with quarts and quarts of hot piss!
He chuckled. The bedsprings squeaked. She watched him coming up over her. She stared at the ugly cock in his hand. Oh, God! Nothing could stop this crazy rapist. He slammed his hard cock into her cunt, sitting and watching her piss all over his prick.
"That's sexy," he laughed. "Never had a chick do that before." He shoved his ugly cock up her resisting cunt-tunnel. "Tight! Shit! Really tight! I thought a chick as pretty as you would have been fucked silly before this. God damn! You're tight as a virgin!"
His cock swelled with excitement. His hands gripped her hip bones. He began fucking her cunt with hard deep thrusts. He panted, muttering under his breath. "Nice. Tight. Holy shit! What a cunt you got, kid!"
Ann withdrew into herself. She went limp. She kept her eyes and her mouth tightly shut. She tried to tell herself this wasn't happening. It was just a horrible nightmare. She lay listening to him panting. His cock felt like a huge steel bolt ramming into her pussy.
Her cunt was beginning to get slick with her own fuck-juices. Her pussy didn't care that she was being raped. It was responding to his hard thrusts just the way it had when her daddy fucked her!
"Oh, shit!" she muttered.
"Yeah," he panted. "Told you. I'm good. You love it. You love to have me fuck you. Admit it, damn you!"
His powerful hands ripped the ties that were bound around her ankles. He lifted her knees, pushing them tightly against her tits. He rode higher on her, sinking every inch of his ugly cock into her cunt-hole-that was getting slicker and juicier with every stroke!
Ann began to whimper. Her cunt clamped down tightly. She could feel her nipples burning and growing stiff. Her clit swelled.
"Fuck! Fuck me, baby! Jesus Christ! What a cunt you've got! Good! So damn good! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
His hard cock churned in and out. Faster. Faster! His heavy balls slapped against her wet ass-flesh. He began to sweat. He reached up and jerked the ties loose that held her arms flat on the bed. "Move! Fuck that cock! You're the hottest piece of ass I've ever had!"
In spite of herself, Ann's fingernails dug into his asscheeks. Her strong arms pulled his cock up tightly into her crotch. She ground her aroused clit against him. He was making her come. The rotten son of a bitch was making her come!
"Fuck me!" she hissed. "Slam that thing into me!"
"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah," he panted. "Gotcha goin', now. Fuck that cock! You love it Say it! Say you love to fuck me!"
"Yes!" Ann screamed. "I want it! All of it! Fuck my ass off, you lousy stinking fucker!"
His face grew livid. Sweat poured out of every pore in his body. Ann's legs locked over him. Her hips whipped his long cock in and out of her drenched cunt. He hurt her, but the hurt was good! She hated his guts. She wanted to kill him, but her cunt was making her fuck back at his every brutal thrust.
He kept fucking her. Fucking! Fucking! The bed creaked and squeaked under the pounding of their weight. The sheets were soaked with sweat and piss. Ann was mindlessly fucking. Her nails raked his back. She heaved and bucked under him. She hated herself for letting her hot cunt take her over. She promised herself she would find some way to get back at this fucking rapist-but now she just wanted to fuck her head off!
"Ugh!" he suddenly grunted. He slammed into her hot cunt, holding himself rigidly tight against her quivering clit. She felt his cock jerk inside her.
"You're coming, you fucker you!" she gasped.
"Hell, yes, I'm coming, dammit! You got me, you little bitch. I'm coming. Coming. Oh, shit! My balls are killing me!"
"I hope they do," Ann snarled. Her cunt closed like a vise. She felt his cock throbbing, pouring his cum into her cunt-hole, filling her full and dribbling out to soak into the piss-wet sheets under her writhing ass.
He jerked out. He staggered over to her dresser, grabbing for the bottle of Old Crow. He stood gulping, his cock dribbling cum on the floor. He wiped his mouth, grinning at her. Impulsively, he handed her the heavy bottle.
"Drink up, kid. You're okay, you know. Jesus, what a fuck you are!"
He lurched back into her bed, forcing her legs apart. He reached down with both hands to guide his still-hard cock back into her cum-drenched pussy. Ann lifted her knees and let him get his ugly cock into her pussy again. She tilted the bottle, choking as the whiskey burned down her throat and into her fluttering stomach.
She lay clutching the bottle, rolling under him as he picked up his pace, fucking her slick cunt-hole. Her eyes narrowed. Now, she had control of herself. He was sitting on his legs, staring at his long cock slamming in and out. He moved up tighter to her, bending his head, watching her tight cunt-lips folding in and pushing out around his wide cock as he fucked into her-faster and faster!
Ann gripped the heavy bottle and smashed it down on top of his head. It shattered into a hundred sharp fragments, the whiskey splashing down over the rapist's stinking, sweaty body.
He didn't even grunt. Her arms shot out, pushing him off her. She rolled off the bed, swaying, staring down at him laying on the floor-covered with glass shards and booze and sweat.
Ann turned away and threw up. Her stomach muscles convulsed. She vomited all over her bed.
A strange calmness steadied her shattered nerves. She stood looking down at the unconscious salesman. He was still breathing. Shit! She had really wanted to kill the lousy fucker! Her face felt hot. It burned with shame that he had been able to get her going. What the hell was wrong with her? Why had she let her pussy take her over the way it had? She shivered. Fuck it. She'd worry about herself later.
She bent over, grabbing his ankles. Puffing, she dragged him out of her room. Down the hall. Down the steps. His head bumped with a sickening thud on every step. Her stomach churning, she got a firmer grip on him and dragged him over the living-room floor into the kitchen. She opened the door. She kicked him, rolling his body out onto the back porch. Her lips curled up. She took a great satisfaction in the hollow thudding of her feet against his ribs.
She stumbled back up the stairs. She found his case and his pants. She threw them out the window on top of his inert body. Her stomach still retching, she cleaned up her room, changing the sheets and jerking the torn ties off her bedposts. She threw the fragments of cloth out her window.
Ann stood under the shower for twenty minutes, hoping the rushing water could wash away the memory of being raped. She fumbled through the bathroom drawers and unearthed her dead mother's douche syringe. She filled it three times, cleaning her cunt of the rapist's cum.
She stood looking at her face in the mirror. Tears welled to her eyes. She had a horrible bruise on her head. The imprint of his fist was still red where he had struck her on the face. The other side of her jaw was blue. Swelling. It was so tender, tears flowed down hotly when she gingerly touched her face.
She hoped the fucker would die on her back porch before he came to and staggered away. She hadn't been able to think of anything else to do. She had heard how the cops asked thousands of embarrassing questions, if a girl claimed she'd been raped. Ann wanted it all over. Here and now.
She didn't understand how she could have responded to a man, under conditions like that. Her cunt worried her more than her face. Her face would heal. Quickly. But what was she going to do with a pussy that would take even a rapist's cock-and love every fucking stroke?
Ann fell into bed and cried herself to sleep.