Chapter 2
"What's this shit?" Hank was yelling. "What in the hell is this God damned shit?"
Susan tried to grasp the situation. She had been dreaming, dreaming something vaguely nice when the door of her room had burst open. Now Hank was shaking her shoulders hard, making her head bob. She blinked and tried to focus on his red, angry face. He was shirtless, his muscled chest heaving. He thrust a crumpled paper into her face again.
"Hank, I just woke up, I don't understand ... "
"Ain't nothing to understand." He quit shaking her and straightened up again. Susan had slept in a t-shirt only and with all the shaking and grabbing, it had hiked up to expose a bit of her tummy. She clutched at the sheet.
Hank's eyes scurried across her navel before she hid it from him. For an instant his anger seemed to drain away. Then he clomped to the door and put his head against it. Slowly, with frightening strength, he began to pound a fist against the wall. "That bitch left me," he whimpered. "She ran off with my asshole brother Sid."
Now Susan was reading the note. It was a hastily scribbled apology, saying that she hadn't known, hadn't guessed that Sid would affect her like he had; Elaine had said nothing about Susan, nothing at all. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. Now she wished that she'd left the night before. Because she was scared stiff of Hank. And when he turned to face her again, she knew he'd been drinking.
"Did you know anything about this?"
"No Hank. I swear I didn't." It was a lie, but not a bad one. She'd only found out last night and Hank had been gone anyway. She wondered if she should tell him that she had never trusted her mother, that her mother was a slut. She decided to keep still. Hank was looking at her in the oddest way. She could smell the liquor stronger as he came over to her and wrapped a big hand around her wrist.
"You must've known something," he threatened, jerking her up in the bed. The sheet fell from her nakedness. Only her t-shirt hid her immature tits. Hank seemed momentarily surprised at this unexpected display of youthful beauty. Susan had slim hips and a pert, firm ass, each ass cheek a rounded swell of perfection. Her belly and thighs were tan. Across her loins was the white pattern where her skin had been hidden from the sun by her bikini.
Hank sucked in a long breath. His eyes were locked on her flat belly now. He scanned the graceful, lithe lines of her legs. His fingers were hurting her wrist.
"Hank, let me go! You're hurting me!"
"You had to know she was running off with Sid. Somebody had to know." Hank eased a pint bottle from his hip pocket and tilted it up. Some of the liquor ran down his neck. Then he was looking down at Susan again. She was trembling like a rabbit. She was squirming sideways, trying to hide her nakedness from his merciless gaze. Suddenly, his anger seemed to subside.
"You look soft as a mink down there," he murmured. He was staring at the inverted pyramid of sparse brown curls that didn't quite hide her cuntlips. "I'll bet you've pleased a few boys with ... "
"Hank!" She tried to look indignant. It wasn't easy considering the fear she felt for him. "I'm a virgin."
"A virgin? With a mother like Elaine?"
"Just because she was a slut doesn't mean ... " Susan stopped, realizing she'd said too much.
"So you did know."
"Not about Sid. I ... I ... "
"Liar." He squeezed her wrist hard enough to make her wince. Then he pulled her forward against him and his big arm went around her back. She'd always known he was big, but being close like this was frightening. He was a giant. And the front of his jeans was all pushed out with something that Susan could barely stand to think about.
"Hank ... don't ... " He was kissing her neck, licking up her body's natural perfume as a big hand slid down to the small of her back, then went lower. "Ohhhhh Hank, let me go!"
But he wouldn't let her go. He kept feeling her white, firm cheeks, letting his finger Slide between them finally to caress her asshole. She jumped and wiggled furiously. Hank was like a gorilla. He was breathing hard, his whiskey mouth hot against her ear now. Susan pushed against his shoulders but it was like fighting a tornado. He laughed and threw her suddenly onto the bed. She sprawled awkwardly, her legs apart. Hank grabbed her ankles and pinned them. He was staring directly into the slightly parted lips of her young cunt. His eyes were bloodshot and wild looking. He seemed about to drool.
"Well to hell with Elaine. At least she left me something."
"Hank! What ... "
"Somebody has to look after you." He gave a chuckle and squeezed her ankles a little harder. His thumb and fingers were wrapped all the way around each one. Slowly, he pulled her thighs open. The steamy interior of her cunt made a wet sound as it peeled apart. Whimpering with embarrassment and fright, Susan squirmed her hips. But when she clamped a hand over her mound, Hank stretched her feet apart even further.
"If you don't want me to do something crazy, you'd better get that hand out of the way."
His voice meant business. Susan let him look at her adolescent cunt.
"Hank, it's not my fault that Elaine took off."
"Maybe not." He didn't seem interested in talking about Elaine. He stared at tier glossy pink flesh. Susan blushed.
"Do you have to look at me like that?"
"Elaine always did have the prettiest cunt. You took after her. Yours is even prettier."
"Let me up, Hank, Please let me up."
"From now on I'll be telling you what to do," he bellowed. "So shut that sassy little mouth of yours." Hank let go of her ankles and swayed out the door. Susan jumped from the bed and went to the closet. She knew she didn't have much time. If she was going to get out of there, she had to get out fast. She grabbed her nylon duffel and began stuffing things into it. She hadn't yet bothered to put on a pair of panties. Her mind was tumbling in confusion. She hardly knew what to pack. Then the door bumped open again and Hank said something.
"You don't have to leave." He smiled. In his right hand dangled a coil of leather thongs. He came forward as Susan rose. He pushed her onto the bed again and rolled her onto her belly. She writhed helplessly while he wrapped the thongs around her wrists. Susan began quietly to cry.
"That ain't gonna help. I don't figure on letting you slip away like Elaine did. I've been a lonesome man living out here in this old house. That's why I was sucker enough to go for Elaine. But now that she's got me all netted up, I aim to have my fun. It was lucky she left her daughter behind. Hell, you're even better than Elaine."
Hank rolled her onto her back. Her wrists were bound just above the small of her back. She was panting hard as he grabbed her t-shirt and eased it up until both her quivering tits were exposed. There the pattern of her bikini had made a pattern of white to match the one below. Her pink nipples looked as delicate as jewels. Hank was getting an eyeful.
When he began to kiss her navel, Susan thought she would die. No one had ever kissed her much at all. Even her few dates had been pretty tame affairs. Oh, a boy sometimes got his hand on one of her tits. But never directly. Now Hank was licking her tan belly like he couldn't get enough. And the swell in his jeans was larger than before. Susan squeezed her thighs tightly together. Hank laughed and forced them apart again, his thumbs sinking into her muscles like they were putty.
He kissed her navel again, digging into it with the point of his tongue. The shivery pleasure Susan felt made her whimper. She was too afraid to enjoy it. What was this madman going to do with her? He licked down towards her thatch of cunthair.
"No!"
"Oh yeah." He laughed, keeping her thighs apart with the heels of his hands while he used his thumbs to open her outer lips. Wriggling frantically, Susan felt his tongue slide into the juicy heat of her crevice. It was the most astounding sensation she'd ever experienced. He licked slowly, very slowly. He went up the steamy channel, over her clithood and then back down again. The fifth time he did this, her clit had exposed its beaded head.
"Nhhhhuuhhhh," she panted, unable to shut off the flood of pleasure that was surging through her loins. "Ohhhhh Hank, stop it now! Stop it!"
"You taste better than filet mignon." He burrowed deeper, his face wallowing from side to side as he let her dripping honey coat his cheeks and chin.
"My God in heaven," Susan murmured, her eyes going out of focus. She had to resist these sharp thrills. She had to shut it all off. If Hank knew he was having an effect upon her, she'd be lost. He lapped her like a dog now, growling a little as he pinched her clit nub between his teeth. Holding the hot bump he flicked his tongue across it with excruciating slowness. Hank made her bend her knees then, pushing them up and back.
Susan arched her back up from the mattress. Her thighs were rigid and only her head and butt contacted the bed. Hank's lusty feast grew sloppier, louder. She could hear herself being tantalizingly devoured. The sound and smell affected her as much as the velvety friction of the big man's tongue. Oh God, why couldn't she make her mind work? Why couldn't she fight him. She jerked at the thongs that bound her wrists behind her back. Even that added tension made her shiver with pleasure. The position Hank had made her assume was terribly lewd! With her knees almost touching her breasts and her thighs forced wide, her hot little cunt was completely exposed. And Hank worked his mouth around in all of it, licking and sucking and stabbing his tongue into the blossom of her flesh.
"Uhhh, uhhhh, Hank ... ohhhh ... stop ... now ... Hank!"
He seemed to like the taste of her, the smell of her. He kept groaning like he was in heaven. She could feel the scratch of his beard too. The soft slop of his mouth across her swollen cunt was the most excruciatingly sexy thing she'd ever felt in her whole life! It made her finger games seem childishly tame. But she couldn't let herself go! She couldn't let herself be caught up in the throbbing passion that the big man's mouth was giving her.
"Oh no! Ohhhh Hank, stop it now! Ohhhh please, I'll do anything if you'll stop."
"You're gonna do anything I tell you anyhow," he said back. But at least he'd stopped that maddening licking.
Susan blinked and opened her eyes. Hank was kneeling there on the bed, his hand on his belt buckle. His jeans fell and he jerked his skivvies away too. The up jutting cock made her give a cry of fear. It looked like a pick handle at first glance. Hank too was uncircumcised and his white skin clung tightly to the head of his cock. Susan's eyes were wide now, taking it all in. She guessed that the man's prick was at least eight inches long. It was thick, too, with small blue veins running under the skin. It jerked upward as she stared and then as Hank crawled forward on his knees, it swung menacingly. Behind it, hanging below the place where it grew out of his body, she saw his balls. They looked heavy in their sac. Only then did she break out of the trance-like state the sway of his prick had caused. She gave a squeal of fear.
"No! You're not going to ... "
"That's what a cock is for. And that's what your cunt is for."
"You'll kill me," she hissed, trying to kick at him. One heel caught him just below the collar bone. For a moment Hank rocked back but the smile never left his face. He grabbed her ankle and struggled to corral the other one. Before he caught it though, Susan clipped his forehead. Still, Hank kept grinning.
"That just gets me all the hotter," he said, his cock jumping as he tensed his muscles to subdue her.
"You can't fuck me! It wouldn't go in!" Susan tossed her head from side to side, her silky brown hair splashing across the pillow. "I'm a virgin, Hank! Didn't you hear me tell you that?"
Hank seemed to ponder this. His expression grew serious as he gazed down into her cunt. Then, cradling her firm ass cheeks in his palms, he lifted her upward as if she were some consecrated offering. Using his tongue, he opened her again, searched delicately along the throbbing channel until he was touching her cherry. Writhing furiously, Susan felt him press inward against the spot. She felt another hot thrill which was immediately swallowed up in her fear that he might break her open.
"God, I'd love to fuck you," he muttered, his voice husky. "To feel that tight little pussy around my cock ... " He licked her again, testing the membrane that hid her velvet-lined hole from him. Despite her fear, a fiery rush of pleasure made Susan move her hips ever so slightly.
"Leave me alone Hank, can't you?"
Susan knew the big man well enough to realize she was getting through to him. She'd given him second thoughts about raping her. She'd made him think about it for a second, made him consider just what he was doing. All her whimpering and begging had softened his heart. But his cock was harder than ever. She could hardly stand to look at that stiff, thick thing!
"Elaine fucked over me good," he growled. "Seems like I should get something out of it."
"But it wasn't my fault."
"Don't care whose fault it was." Hank caressed her long legs. As big and rough as his hands were, his touching was tender, almost loving. "You're a beautiful little creature. Too damned beautiful to go to waste."
Susan began to cry. She knew that he was weakening in his resolve to ram his cock into her body. A few tears might give her the edge. She let them flow down her cheeks, sobbing like she was heartbroken and lost.
"Aw, shut that up for christ sake. I'm not gonna hurt ya."
"You're n-n-not?"
"Naw." He let his palm cup the perfect roundness of her ass. "But I'm not gonna let you go either." Hank lowered his body down between her thighs.
For a moment, Susan thought he'd gone back on his word. But when he rubbed the tip of his cock up against her swollen cunt, she forgot her fear. Her juices coated his exposed head. He had stretched his foreskin back and though she couldn't see that dark, swollen knob, she could feel it! It was as soft and slick as her own insides. Hank let it dip into her plump crevice, let it rub against the smooth inner surfaces. He moved it up and down so that it rode over her clit each time.
Panting fast and hard, Susan began to move her hips. She cursed herself for doing it. But she couldn't help respond to the incredibly delicate friction. Hank's cock felt so spongy, yet so firm. It was hot too! And it throbbed steadily.
"You like that, don't ya?" Hank said, kissing her neck. Somehow he was supporting his weight on one elbow so that he didn't crush her. The tickle of his chest hair against her nipples was driving Susan half crazy.
"You promised you wouldn't, Hank."
"I know. I'm not gonna fuck you. Maybe I'll wait a bit for that. Give you a week to get used to the idea." He brought his cocktip up and moved it forward against her clit.
The tingle of electric excitement made Susan arch her back. But besides the pleasure she was feeling, she was thinking fast. In a week she could think of a way to escape. She'd have her things packed and when Hank wasn't looking, she'd be gone. He had to go to work. He couldn't guard her twenty-four hours of every day.
"God, you're soft!" he sighed, pumping his cock forward. It rode up the length of her channel again and the friction made her ass cheeks tighten. It was almost like fucking without having a cock inside her. The steady rub of his pricktip up the swollen flesh of her crevice made her heart pound, her breathing grow shallow and tense.
Hank's fingers curved into the crack of her ass. She tensed more. He was touching that tight brown whorl, fingering it as if he'd like to see what was inside. Embarrassed shock made Susan clench her teeth.
"God Hank, don't touch me there!"
"Maybe that'd be a way to do it," he said. "Noooo!"
Hank kissed her open mouth then. The sensation of his tongue pushing forcefully between her teeth was shocking, but exciting at the same time. She whimpered and rolled her hips as his finger kept pressing her asshole, his cocktip riding smoothly over her feverish clit. She'd never been through anything like this before! Her skin glowed, her nipples tingled. Her breathing was wild and hot. Hank was mumbling something.
" ... gonna come ... "
"Hank!"
" ... wish I could put it inside you ... "
"No, Hank!"
Susan was aware that her hips were thrusting around. She couldn't help but rub her pussy against that thick, hot knob. She could imagine how it looked all purple and slick with her juices. She could almost see her delicate lips caressing it. She whimpered as the pressure against her asshole grew stronger. Then suddenly, Hank had inserted his finger to the first knuckle. She was skewered and her ass whipped around. The tickle between the lips of her cunt was intense. She was losing control. She was going to come!
"Baby," Hank panted, his finger going deeper. Susan clamped her ass cheeks tight, trying to stop this shameful penetration of her body. Why did Hank want to put his finger up her ass? What was wrong with him? But his cock felt more velvety than ever. It throbbed and pulsed and made her itch so much!
The itch turned to the most maddening sensation she'd ever experienced. She couldn't seem to scratch the ravenous tickle. It made her arch her back, made her jerk her hands in an effort to loosen the leather thongs that bound her. And all the time Hank was fingerfucking her ass.
"Ohhhh!" she squealed, losing everything. A sudden rush of exquisite pleasure made her lurch violently under the body of the big man. He let his chest crush her down. His mouth devoured her soft lips. His finger went two-knuckles deep in her squeezing asshole. She bucked, her clit exploding suddenly. Waves of ecstasy shivered through her. She was crying out, moaning with the lust the big man had brought to her senses. His cocktip was pressed tightly against her clit. She could count the steady throbs. She babbled something as her loins caught fire.
As Hank rubbed his cockshaft up and down her juicy cunt, she felt him tense up. He held his breath and his finger curled inside her ass. Then a spattering of hot cum seemed to drench the underside of her body. She felt the stuff against her thighs, seeping down her crack, shooting up over her belly. Hank had lifted himself as he rubbed her. He pumped the head of his cock gently but forcefully as the steamy sap boiled out. Now it was making white flecks across her tits.
"Hank ... " she sighed weakly, her mind flip-flopping in the delirium she was engulfed in. "Ohhhhh Hank!"
Susan didn't know whether she hated or liked him. She didn't even know who it was on top of her for a moment. She only felt the incredibly keen sensations. The pleasure. The maddening itch between her thighs that could never be scratched enough. And there was the tightness of Hank's finger in her ass. The hot strings of jizz arching up across her body, then ground between the big man's belly and hers.
At last his rutting movements had stopped. She panted weakly, wondering where she was and what had happened to her. Slowly the room came back to focus. She felt Hank easing his finger out of her ass. The shame returned and so did the fear. But she was too exhausted to show much fright. She lay there weak and panting, her eyes closed, her cum-smeared body splotched with red where Hank had kissed and chewed.
"Untie me," she managed to say as Hank turned toward the door. But he didn't look back. He lumbered out, mumbling something about Elaine and about getting more whiskey. His pint bottle lay on its side on the bed. Susan smelled the fumes from the mouth of it. For the first time in her life, she felt she needed a drink. But with her hands tied she could only dream of the hot stuff in her throat and belly.
"What's he going to do with me?" she sobbed, Susan rolled over onto her belly then, rubbing the slimy cum from her tits. Her cunt still throbbed from the devastating come she'd had. And her asshole tingled in such a strange way. She couldn't begin to admit to herself that Hank's finger had excited her there.