Chapter 4

Susan dreaded it when she heard Hank return that afternoon. She heard him greet Billy on the front steps, heard them saying something about what a hot day it had been. She even heard her own name mentioned but couldn't hear the rest. Then Billy plodded out to his beat-up sedan and drove away. Susan quickly put on a pair of bell-bottomed jeans and a top that fit her loosely. She was trembling inside. What would Hank want of her tonight?

The little game she'd played with Billy in the pond had disturbed her more than she'd expected. Touching him, watching his excitement, had started a slow fire burning inside her. After she'd been returned to her room, she'd taken a shower. While the water had sprayed down on her shoulders, her thoughts had strayed to her recent experiences with Hank and Billy. Somehow she'd fought off the urge to indulge her fantasies too much.

But once out of the bathroom, she'd found herself trembling, her cunt swollen open like a ripe flower. Throwing herself onto the bed, she'd used her finger until a turbulent storm of pleasure raged through her cunt. She'd screamed then as she'd come and, moments later, trying to regain her composure, she was sure she'd heard Billy bump the door. Had he been lurking out there in the hallway? Watching her through the keyhole?

One had not been enough, either. Less than an hour had passed and she had to strip off her clothes and do it again, this time in a squatting position, her fingers making slippery music as she plowed them up and down her dripping, glistening slit.

But now that she could hear Hank coming upstairs, she almost panicked. Her passions still had not been satisfied, but she didn't think she could stand to be in the same room with that half-crazed giant. She wheeled as the door slammed open.

"There's my little beauty. I'll bet you need to get out of this room after being cooped up all day."

Surprised by her captor's thought fullness, Susan went downstairs with him. He fixed her something to eat, even offered her a cold beer. She drank it down quickly, grateful for the slight buzz it gave her. Hank watched her eat. She couldn't tell what was on his mind.

"You know, maybe it was a good thing after all that Elaine ran off with my brother." He reached his big hand out to pat her thigh. " 'Cause now I have you."

"You aren't going to forget that I'm ... " She blushed and grabbed her beer.

"Oh sure. At least for a while. Until you get used to me."

"What do you mean?"

"You're old enough to fuck with a man in my book. But I know I'm not normal when it comes to size. So I'll just let you get used to me little by little."

These words frightened Susan all the more. Little by little! Didn't he really mean that he was going to make her fuck him or else? She finished eating and drained her beer. Hank got her another. He was looking hungrily at her now and she knew that he would make her go upstairs with him pretty soon. She had to give herself a little time.

"I bought you something to wear," he said, pulling a package out of a bag. Susan was almost afraid to look. She pulled the two tiny straps and watched as the nightgown drifted up out of the wrapping. It looked like a fifty-dollar job with plenty of lace. The small cups would fit her tightly, she could see. The whole thing wouldn't cover more than her ass cheeks and maybe an inch of her thighs. She trembled a little putting it back in the bag. Hank laughed.

"Sooner or later you're gonna take a liking to me, baby. And then we can forget about locking you up. You'll be my woman."

Susan stood up and went to the back door. Hank didn't stop her. She considered the distance between where he sat and where she stood. If she broke and ran; she might make it to the driveway that led to the county road. But Hank could move fast enough to catch her. No, it would only make him angry. He might do something really awful to her then. Breathing hard, she turned to face him. His eyes looked up her body and he stood up.

"Why don't you bring that beer with you, honey?" He took her hand. Like a lamb being led to slaughter, Susan followed. She had no choice. In Hank's bedroom she was left alone to don her new nightie. She heard him in the bathroom at the end of the hall, washing up. She didn't know what he would demand of her now.

She tried to get the bedroom window up, but it was jammed tight. Hank would hear if she broke it. And even if she managed to get to the roof, there was no way down. She heard Hank coming down the hall again.

"Haven't you changed yet?" he asked, frowning at her.

"Hank ... I ... I'm scared." She looked at his naked cock. It stuck out at an upward angle from his body. It was huge, even larger than she'd remembered.

"Scared of this?"

"Look how thin I am," she whimpered, crossing her arms across her breasts. He looked at her tiny waist and the flatness of her tummy.

"I know you're small. That's why I'm so hot on keeping you. I've had lots of big old gals, but never a willowy little nymph like you."

He came to her then, his big hands fumbling at her blouse. She let him strip her down. When he handed her the new nightie, she put it on and stood there feeling awful. He circled her, letting his hot palms trace the adolescent curves of her maturing body. He liked the way the nightie fit her tits, liked the way it draped prettily over the firm cheeks of her ass. When he hooked his thumbs in her panties and started to strip them, she recoiled.

"Don't make me mad," Hank warned. "I'm mean when I get mad."

Susan let him peel her undies off. Her mound was throbbing despite her fear. She felt a little sick but when Hank eased his middle finger down into the hot wetness of her crevice, the sickness was replaced by dizziness.

"Get on that damned bed;" he growled, panting now as he finger fucked her cunt. Susan let him arrange her limbs. He made her bend her knees so that her heels touched her ass. Then he began to lick her like a dog.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she sighed, unable to keep still.

"You taste good tonight," he told her, his tongue finding her hymen and pressing gently inward. She winced more from fear than pain. But Hank kept pressing, working his chin against her flesh until she thought she'd die.

"Ohhhh stop it! Ohhhhh Hank, you make me feel naughty."

"Good." He held her cuntlips apart with his thumbs so he could get to every fold, every velvety wrinkle and nub. He stroked her and teased her as the gown hiked up along her belly. She rocked her hips faster, unable to corral the wild emotions she now felt. Maybe that would satisfy him. Maybe licking her would be enough. In her heart she knew it wouldn't. He'd want to touch her with his big cock. He'd want to push it against her poor little cherry until ...

"Baby doll," Hank groaned spearing his tongue against her cherry again.

"Nooo! Ohhhhh don't push against me there!"

Susan dug her fingers deep into his hair. But she couldn't stop the pressure, couldn't stop him from licking and probing against her most delicate place. A sting of pain made her suck in a lungful of air. She gave a weak sob as the pain continued. It wasn't a bad pain, but she knew that something wrong was being done to her. Hank was using his tongue on her cherry!

"Stop it, Hank! Stop it now!"

The stinging pain increased, became very sharp for a second or two, then stopped altogether. Panting wildly, Susan lifted her head from the pillow. Hank had raised his face and was grinning at her across her heaving tummy. His lips were smeared with blood. Her blood!

"What did you do?" she cried, writhing to escape. He held her ankles in his strong hands. She couldn't wiggle away. And now she could feel something hot dripping down the crack of her ass.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He licked the blood from his lips, then kissed her clit. The thrill that went through her was too consuming for her not to respond. She babbled something and tried to catch her breath but Hank was sucking on the tender nub now, stretching it out from its hood. The tickling pleasure was intense. Panting, Susan tried to think clearly. She knew Hank had torn her cherry, but she didn't know how bad. And she could feel his tongue inching down to the fresh wound again. He inserted the tip and used a fucking movement as he entered the circle of muscles that guarded her young, tight pussy.

"Ohhh, ohhhhh Hank, you're hurting me! You're making me bleed!"

He was fucking her with his tongue. It wasn't going in very far, but her cherry had been torn and she could feel the soft heat sliding through the nervous pinch of her cunt's opening.

"That should give me enough room," he said, lifting himself up over her. She saw his great chest coming down, felt his mouth hot against hers. She struggled and whimpered as his cunt-smeared lips' sucked hers. She could smell and taste her own musky juices. And now she could feel that fevered, swollen tip slipping up the inside of her thigh.

"Easy baby, just take it easy."

"I don't want to take it easy!" Susan cried. "I don't want to take it at all." She fought furiously, beating his back with her small fists. But Hank rode her, pressing her down onto the bed with his massive weight. Only when she weakened, did he ease his cock forward. The tip was throbbing against her clit. He caressed her there until she was babbling, her eyes rolling, her long hair strung across her chin and mouth.

"You beautiful little bitch. You put your mother to shame, you know that? She's a dog beside you."

"Ohhhh, let me go, Hank, don't fuck me! Please don't f-f-fuck me!"

"I'm not gonna put it in very far," he soothed. "Just a little bit to get you used to the size. I'll stretch you like that every day, see?"

"God in heaven," she cried, struggling again. The press of his cock made her buck. He was sliding it down her crevice now, hunting for the hollow place where his tongue had probed. The wet sound of his cocktip popping into that spot made her gasp. She could feel her muscles resisting it. She squeezed her muscles to make the opening even smaller. But Hank brought his hips carefully forward and his swollen, smoothly-rounded head began to plow her open. She tensed, resisting him, pushing the fat knob back a little. Hank's eyes had the funniest look. As if he enjoyed this. She wriggled furiously, trying to think of a way of escape. But the big man had her pinned and he worked his barb around slowly, waiting until she relaxed.

Susan couldn't keep herself tensed against him forever. And as soon as her cunt relaxed for a moment, Hank held her squirming hips in his big hands and pushed. It wasn't a violent thrust, but it was hard enough to split what was left of her cherry. The hot trickle of blood made her cry weakly. Her ass cheeks quivered as she brought them up off the bed. Hank made his throbbing cocktip slide into the circle of her muscled opening. She tightened her cunt muscles and heard a throaty gasp.

"God ... damn ... !"

"Ohhhh, you're sticking it in me! You said you wouldn't do that!"

"I just said I'd give you a little bit ... "

"That's too much!"

"It couldn't hurt you that much."

"No ... but it feels so ... so weird."

As if he wanted her to know what getting fucked was like, Hank made his cock jump. The tip swelled out as the blood was pumped into its spongy cells and was trapped there. There was a juicy sound as her young, unsullied cunt had to stretch around the fevered shape.

"Hank! I'll never be the same!"

"That's good."

He kissed her mouth then, his tongue forcing between her lips. She could taste her own musk again and though it shocked her, it excited her too. The cool silken drape of the nightie tangled around her tummy was sexy. And the way Hank nuzzled her silk-sheathed tits was even more enthralling. No, she couldn't close off her emotions to him completely. He knew too much about exciting the female animal. His teeth pinched her nipples through the sheer nylon. His hands kept sliding up and down her narrow waist, fitting out around her hips, sliding under her cheeks so he could tease her asshole.

And all the while, he kept prodding gently with his swollen tip. By now that darkened knob was almost covered by her dainty outer lips. She thrust a hand down to feel. Her trembling fingertips slid along the mushy, juicy flesh as she touched the hardness of Hank's shaft, then found the flared crown. As she touched it, he pushed upward again and for the first time, the head of his cock was embedded in her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhh," she shuddered, thrashing frantically on the bed.

"Relax, baby, all I'm giving you today is the head. I'll make you want more. It won't be hard to do."

"The head? All you're giving me today is ... "

"You're way too tight to take all of me. I don't want to hurt you. I didn't keep you around for that."

"Uhhhh, ohhh it feels awful!" It was a lie. Though she did ache from the stretching of her flesh, an itchy pleasure was spreading through her loins at the same time.

Susan tried hard not to respond to the thrills she experienced now. To let herself enjoy this would only make Hank more confident. He'd have her on the floor, on the sofas downstairs, he'd even try it on the kitchen table. He was just waiting for her to break down like that. But the tingles were extremely powerful now. She bit her tongue and clamped her eyes shut and prayed for help. Inside the opening of her cunt, Hank's big knob pounded with pent-up blood. He was moving it with all the delicacy of a surgeon.

The friction against her super-sensitive flesh was excruciatingly nice. She couldn't turn that pleasure into anything else, much as she hated the way Hank was taking advantage of her. Without thinking, she let her touching fingers find his shaft again, then encircle it slowly, squeezing with her thumb and first finger until the big man grunted deep in his throat.

"How do you like the size of it?" he asked, his tongue flicking at her ear.

"It's ... abnormal." She'd almost said fantastic. But Susan knew that she wasn't in her right mind. She did hate Hank for doing this. She did want to escape from his clutches. And she did want him to stop fucking her.

"Ohhhhh Hank, please leave me alone," she cried. Yet her finger and thumb squeezed a little tighter. Maybe she could shut off the blood to that swollen cocktip that was firmly jammed in the circle of her muscles. Hank nudged forward again, making his barb slide in a tiny fraction of an inch before pulling it back again.

Now the flared part was exposed and Susan felt frantically around it with her fingertips, wishing she knew a way to end this rape. When she tried to straighten her legs, Hank caught his arms behind her thighs, forcing her open, stretching her young pussy as far as it could be stretched. Then once again he buried the cockhead just inside the strained opening. He wasn't fucking her more than two inches worth. To Susan it felt like two feet.

"Whhhuuuhhh, ohhh Hank, I'm dizzy!"

But that wasn't all she was. The tingles had become more than just tingles. Her tickling itch had begun to throb, making the flesh around her hole tighten even more. Hank felt this too and his breathing increased. He held her head while he kissed her hungrily. His mouth opened around one of her small titties and he pulled the soft swell between his teeth, nightie and all. He moved his hips ever so gently, fucking her with movements less than half an inch from beginning to end. But it was just that teasing friction which was bringing her up toward a breathtaking climax!

Hard as she tried to keep her hips still, the gentle stabbing of the big man's cock had her moving again. She rocked her ass, then plunged it slowly, letting the smooth-fleshed opening of her cunt revolve around the head of Hank's cock as if it were a well-lubricated ball bearing. She was whining now, past self-consciousness, past all stopping.

Hank chuckled as he realized that he had her going. He kissed her neck and ears as she flopped her head back and forth. His hands cradled her slim hips and his fingers dug into the white flesh of each perfect ass cheek.

Hating herself for losing control, Susan tried to make Hank understand that he was exciting her against her will.

"You bastard! I hate you! I despise you! You're an animal to do this to me!"

"An animal you like."

"If I had my way you'd be destroyed."

"Naw, you'd keep me in a cage." He worked his throbbing tip around slowly in the squeezing suction of her cunt's opening.

"Ohhhhh don't do that!"

"Maybe a little deeper then?"

"God no!"

"You've only got the head of it."

"Hank ... uhhhhhhh, Hank, I feel like I'm gonna faint."

"Hell, you're just gonna come."

"I don't want to come! Ohhhhh don't let me come!"

"Okay, I'll be still."

Hank stopped moving completely and watched her face as Susan blinked her eyes and stared up at him. She chewed her lip harder. Her body began to shudder. Then, with a whimper of defeat, she began to plunge her ass on the bed. She had to roll her cunt's narrow opening around that throbbing, swollen barb! She just had to. Because the tickling madness had taken her to the brink of total pleasure. A pleasure so intense that no human being in the world could resist taking the final leap. Susan leaped, her ass thrusting hungrily under Hank's body. He held himself up from her, keeping her knees pushed back almost against her breasts. Only her hips were moving, plunging, dancing sideways, jerking up and down.

"Yaaaaahhhhh!" she squealed, opening her mouth against the big man's kiss.

"Yeah, baby, you're getting it now!"

"Hank ... ohhhhh damn you! Goddamn you to hell!"

She screamed. She heard it bounce around the room as if a faraway echo. She couldn't think, couldn't see. She could only feel the rounded head of Hank's huge cock jammed into the beginning of her hole. He had kept his promise. He'd given her only a couple of inches to play with. Just that fat, spongy head. And her cunt muscles were squeezing and sucking at it like they'd never let go.

Susan screamed again, the shuddering sound ending with a gurgle as she choked on the raging ecstasy. Tickles of pleasure swam over the surface of her skin. Her nipples burned as if each breast were a small volcano erupting inside Hank's mouth. Yes, he'd skinned the nightie away from both of them and was licking one, then the other. She lurched violently as the throes stabbed through her. She was almost expecting Hank to drive suddenly forward, drive his great cock to the hilt in her adolescent body. But he didn't. He barely moved at all. He let her grind out her pleasure like some nymphomaniac gone wild. She knew why. He wanted to shame her, to make her realize how badly she wanted him.

" ... hate you," she grunted, face twisted in the agony of her pleasure. "Uhhhhhhh."

But what was he doing now? She could feel him easing his pricktip out of the tight clutch of her cunt. For the first time in her life, Susan experienced the emptiness that stretched up inside her. The emptiness that had yet to be touched by anyone or anything. She had to restrain herself from clutching at Hank's ass and pulling him back. But somehow she did.

Looking down, she saw the swollen thing that had been rubbing her so erotically. It was a glossy blue, a dark blue. It pulsed there an inch over her navel. Hank's face looked suffering, as if he wasn't quite sure what he should do. Susan knew then that he'd pulled himself free of her just in time. Because now a small white bubble had appeared at the tip of his prick.

"God damn it, Susy baby, I'm gonna lose it any second ... "