Chapter 8
Several days later, Robin suddenly awoke from a nap late in the afternoon. What had wakened her? She thought she heard a noise. But that couldn't be, she reminded herself. Everyone else had driven into town to see a movie. She was the only one here. Even the Morgans next door had gone.
She smiled and stretched like a lazy cat, feeling the tingling in her pussy. She reached down and patted her damp pussy. What she needed now was a good fuck. Just her luck that there was no one around to give it to her!
There it was again! That noise! Sounded like it came from the living room. Feeling a little frightened, Robin got up from bed and made her way to the hallway. Jeez, it was getting so dark already. It really got dark early out here at Moonie Lake. She groped for the light switch in the hall, but nothing happened. No light!
Robin felt her fear growing as she returned to her bedroom and tried the lights there. None of them worked! If she could only remember where her father kept his flashlight....
Another sound from the living room! Robin had to check it out. It's probably nothing, she told
herself. Just a loose shutter, or maybe her parents hadn't shut the screen door and it was banging.
Slowly, cautiously, she tiptoed down the hall into the living room. She could see only shadows. But the door was closed and nothing seemed out of place, at least not that she could tell in the dark.
She felt for the table lamp by the front door and tried to switch it on. No, it wouldn't work either! What was going on here?
Suddenly Robin heard the unmistakable sound of heavy breathing right behind her. Her stomach muscles clenched in fright, and her eyes widened in horror. Just as she was going to turn and try to run out the door, a large, damp hand was clamped over her mouth!
"Mmmmmmmmf." Robin tried to talk or scream, flailing her arms and kicking her legs out wildly as she tried to ward off her attacker.
But the hand remained firmly clamped against her mouth. She didn't know who it was, but she could tell it was a man. He held her tightly against him and snarled at her to be quiet.
"Shut up!" he hissed into her ear.
Robin nodded her head, or tried to, but he was holding her so tightly that she didn't know if he realized she had just agreed to keep quiet.
"You promise not to make a sound if I take my hand off your mouth?" the stranger growled.
Again Robin nodded her head, feeling absolutely terrified.
Suddenly the hand was gone from her mouth, and the man spun her around to face him. She saw his eyes rake over her trembling body clad only in her thin, sheer nightgown. Oh God, she thought, don't let him rape me. I thought I'd enjoy rape, but I didn't know I would feel like this! She shivered again as his eyes undressed her, taking in her full, firm tits and her soft, rounded hips. As horny as she had been a few minutes ago, she found herself wishing with all her heart that he wouldn't try to rape her. She knew she wouldn't be able to stand it!
"Okay, sister! Where's the money? The jewels?" he demanded.
Robin looked at his ugly, twisted face and shivered again. He was powerfully built, his muscles hard beneath his shirt. He was a lot older than her father, and had a cruel face. His eyes were narrow, evil slits; he stared hard at her.
He grabbed her arm, his fingernails digging into her soft, white flesh. "Answer me, bitch! Where's the money and the jewels?"
Robin thought he must be mad. "There isn't any money here. No jewels!"
"Come on, pussy! All you rich lake people have money. And plenty of jewels! WHERE IS IT?"
"No, no, you're wrong. We're not rich. We're only renting this house! Please go! You've made a terrible mistake!" she pleaded, starting to cry now.
She watched in horror as his face twisted into a furious, enraged expression. Still holding her arm with one hand, he reached down and unzipped his fly with the other hand.
Robin squirmed and tried to get free. "No, no!" she cried. "Please don't!"
"Shut up, cunt! I didn't come all the way out here for nothing! If you can't give me any money or jewels, then you can just damned well give me your sweet pussy!"
Again Robin tried to struggle out of his grasp but a stinging blow on the side of her face from the back of his large, meaty hand stopped her cold.
"Oh no you don't, cunt! I'm gonna fuck you, and there ain't a thing you can do about it!" he spat the words out between clenched teeth.
Robin knew he was right. He could do whatever he wanted with her and she wouldn't be able to stop him. She couldn't believe how only a few days ago she had thought the greatest thrill would be to be raped! Now that it was actually going to happen to her, she was filled only with fear and revulsion.
Before she could react or do anything further, the stranger threw her to the floor and ripped her nightgown off. She screamed, and he slapped her savagely, again and again. She could tell that he was enjoying her fear, and that he had probably raped chicks many times before.
She knew it was useless to fight him, yet she tried. But his big, hard dick was already sticking out of his fly, and he was pressing it against her snatch.
She could tell that her twisting movements as she fought him just turned him on more. She didn't want that but she couldn't help it! She had to try to get away! She couldn't just lie there and let him rape her! She couldn't!
Robin squeezed her thighs as tightly together as she could, but the savage stranger bent down and bit brutally into her leg flesh until she cried out in pain.
"Open up, you lousy cunt! Spread those pretty legs for my cock!"
Tears of pain filled Robin's eyes as she parted her legs for the big, pulsating prick of the stranger. She couldn't help it. He would just keep on hurting her until she opened her legs for him.
The ugly stranger shoved his large cock deep into Robin's dry pussy with one savage thrust.
"OWWWWWWWW!" she screamed. "Please stop! No! No! God, it hurts! This is rape!"
But he only laughed, and rammed his prick deeper up her cunt. "Maybe right now it's rape, you bitch! But you'll end up begging me for it. All you young pussies do!"
Over and over, he plunged his hard dick into her cunt, pulled it out as far as he could, then plunged it back in again. His thrusts were so deep and fast that each stab of his cock shoved Robin's ass back a few inches on the floor. Before long they were about to hit the wall!
He pinched her big tits brutally, laughing when she cried out in pain.
"Great tits! Never seen such big ones!" he grunted with pleasure as his huge, throbbing cock continued to fuck Robin's dry pussy. In and out he plunged, each thrust tearing into her cunt flesh more than the last. She was dry and bleeding now, and crying with the intense pain that throbbed through her aching pussy.
"Oh, please stop, Mister! Please take it out! It hurts so goddamned much!" she begged him over and over.
"Hell, you ain't cherry. I can tell you've been fucking plenty. Probably screwed your daddy, too. All you rich bitches like to do that!" That thought seemed to turn him on even more and he increased the power behind his brutal thrusts until Robin thought she would pass out from the pain.
The brutal intruder continued to bruise her tits and fuck her dry cunt harder and faster until, finally, they smashed against the wall. Robin put her hand out to stop them from crashing right into it. The rapist grunted and turned Robin slightly as he continued to pound his meat into her. Now they were facing the other way. And as he fucked her now, his violent jarring movements sent Robin's ass scooting over the floor in the other direction! She could feel splinters of wood in her asscheeks.
Just as Robin thought she would surely go mad from the pain of this assault, she felt pussyjuice oozing from her bruised cunt-walls which were so thickly stuffed with cock-meat.
She couldn't believe it, but she was finally turning on to her rape! More and more thick cunt-cream poured out of her cunthole and lubricated the rapist's hot cock so that now it slid easily in and out of her torn, bleeding pussy.
"That's more like it, baby," he panted, as he ground his rod into her slick pussy.
"Mmmmmmm, yeah, that feels good. Give it to me. All of it! Fuck me good, Mister!" Robin moaned.
"I'll fuck you good, all right, you hot little cunt!" the stanger yelled in excitement.
Each thrust of his prick brought more pussyjuice out of her cunthole. Her cunt-muscles squeezed tightly around his pulsating dick as he fucked her wet pussy.
Robin felt herself beginning to come. She threw her head back and moaned loud and long. "Oh, God, I'm coming! Fuck me hard, Mister!"
Robin's stomach muscles tightened so much that she felt as though they would never loosen again. They clenched and unclenched as her violent orgasm smashed through her, leaving her shaking and breathless.
"OH MY GOD!" she yelled, feeling the most powerful orgasm of her life tear through her. "I'M COMMMMIIINNNGGG!" she screamed.
God! She had never felt anything like it! Explosion after explosion of ecstasy thundered through her until she thought her body would rip apart and go flying around the room in different directions!
"Go, doll, go!" the rapist shouted, thrilled by what his big cock had done to this young, beautiful pussy.
Robin hardly heard him as her climax continued. She came for long minutes as explosions gave way to shudders. Finally, shudders decreased to ripples and tremors. Her pussy lay hot and quivering, a wet, sodden mass of complete satisfaction.
Robin smiled dreamily, utterly satisfied sexually for the first time in her life. She had been right. Rape, for her, was the ultimate turn-on. She felt half-dazed from her violent orgasm, sure that she would never be able to feel horny again.
The intruder began to come, shooting hot, thick wads of creamy jism deep into Robin's quaking pussy. Suddenly Robin's cunt itched again, and grew horner by the second as she felt the hot jizz burning her cuntwalls.
Robin arched her back and thrust her hips to meet the cum-exploding cock. As she felt the sweet sensation of thick cum burbling out of her pussylips and splashing onto the floor, she knew she had never been so happy in her life. And she came again.