Chapter 1
"Stop it! Please, please, don't hit me with that thing again!"
"You little whore! I'll teach you to let boys touch you again!"
Debbie Waterfield shrank back from her step-father, the back of one hand covering her mouth while the other was stretched out in front of her little pussy.
"Slut! Nothing but a little slut! That's all you've ever been," the big man murmured drunkenly, wiping spittle from the comers of his mouth. He folded the black leather belt, slapping the loop smartly against his thighs. When Debbie stiffened at that cracking sound, the broad-shouldered man grinned at her idiotically.
"Please, please, nothing happened!" the young teenage blonde wailed, her eyes wide and blurred with tears. Oh, how she wished her mother were here to protect her! But she was in the hospital with a kidney problem, brought on no doubt by the many beatings she'd suffered lately at the hands of her second husband. "He was just here to help me study!" Debbie screamed.
Debbie looked at the mess on the floor . . . scattered papers, notebooks, textbooks, pencils. She and Donnie Beddingfield had been close together at the time her stepfather burst into the living room fresh from the bar, reeking with the stink of stale beer and cigarettes. Ohhh, the things he called her in front of Donnie. And she barely knew the young man. How she blushed with shame as Donnie picked himself up, tried to explain, then shrugged and left the home.
And now her stepfather stood like a huge black specter in front of her, his frame filling the room, pushing her back against the wall. He'd hit her several times across the arms with his belt. And now it appeared as if he were going to continue his beating. She remembered the screams of her mother as they filtered up to her bedroom at night. Now it was her turn to cry out.
"They all say that when somebody catches 'em," he slurred, grinning broadly, revealing his uneven, yellow-stained teeth.
Debbie shivered with terror and revulsion. She felt her shoulder blades and asscheeks press up against the wall. There was nowhere else she could go. Her stepfather had blocked every escape route with his body.
"Now, I'm gonna teach you a lesson ... a lesson you ain't gonna forget. Gonna keep that hot little ass of yours quiet and cool," he muttered, swallowing hard. Debbie watched as her stepfather's eyes grew small and narrow. "I ain't gonna hurt you . . . too much," he added, chuckling, enjoying himself immensely when he saw the growing terror his stepdaughter felt. Jack Burns had always disliked his stepdaughter . . . disliked her and lusted after her the day he married her mother. When she refused to change her name to his, he decided to declare a silent war on the family. He'd put her mother in the hospital with his drunken rages against her supposed "pride." Now he had the daughter alone and he was going to take advantage of it.
Debbie waited for the next blow to come. Maybe then she'd have an opportunity to run around him, into the street, anywhere away from him. !
"Little bitch!"
Jack jerked his free hand out and grabbed her hair suddenly. The blonde teenager screamed, reaching up with both hands and digging her fingernails into his wrists. Debbie heard her stepfather cry out, heard him swear at her and tell her to stop it. But still he didn't let go. Laughing harshly, the big man hauled her away from the wall, pulling her like a sack across the room while the girl shrieked, clawed, and stumbled forward.
"Stop! Owwwww!" Debbie shrieked.
"Fuckin' cunt," he slurred, hauling her around the living room couch. Debbie stumbled over one end table and found herself losing her balance. The pain in her scalp around the roots of her hair was awful. Now she was suspended in mid-air by her hair, her legs kicking about uselessly. Debbie screamed, begging her stepfather to let her go. The big man relaxed his grip, sending the girl crashing to the floor.
"Ohhhh!"
The blonde teen reached up and rubbed her scalp, sobbing quietly. What kind of madness was going on? The room spun dizzingly around her as she tried to regain her bearings. Her stepfather stood some three feet away from her-tall, broad-shouldered, unshaven, grinning down at her, his black greasy hair hanging sloppily over his forehead while saliva flecked his moustache. There was an animalistic look about him now that seemed both so strangely exciting as well as terrifying.
"Gonna pay attention to me now?" he said, his eyes glittering with triumph and power. At this moment, Debbie's eyes dropped to his crotch. He was hard! Oh, God, she could see the tubular outline of his cock pressing against his tight, faded jeans. He was stiff, hard, hot for her. The girl had always suspected her stepfather had a thing for her. But this confirmed it! Debbie felt her throat tighten and dry as she pressed her hands against the thick carpeting and slowly scooted away from the crazed man.
"Yes, yes," she managed to whisper. Oh, if only she could humor him for the moment, humor him and get back to her room. She'd pack fast, get away from this awful man before he really hurt her.
"Yeah, sure," he muttered, wiping his face again. Suddenly, Jack reached down again, grabbing her hair and jerking her close to him. Her mouth struck the side of his boot, the force of that move cracking her lip. Debbie tasted blood as she howled out with terror. Jack growled like an animal-and suddenly the young woman's escape plans evaporated under her growing terror. The horror of what she was now a part of surged through her like electricity.
"Oh, God, help!"
"Shaddup!" Jack barked stepping back and jerking back his right hand. Debbie tensed, seeing the belt swing high over his head. He advanced, letting the girl slide back to the opposite wall. When she lay cringing and moaning, half-covering her face while staring at him in mute terror, he snapped the belt like a whip.
"Ohhhhh!"
Debbie saw his hard-on pressing against his pants. She could make out his dick-head, could see a stain darkening his Levi's just where his bulbous cock-tip throbbed. He stared at her like a sewer rat, hungry, ready to pounce and devour her.
As Debbie trembled, he smiled more broadly, his thick lips pulling back across his teeth. Even as she flattened herself against the wall, tucking her legs under her taut little ass, the big hand came down. She screamed, twisting her head just in time as the belt slashed across the base of her throat.
"Unnghhhh!"
Debbie jerked forward, lying sprawled on the floor as her flesh burned. The force of that blow made her head throb.
"Cunt!"
Jack slipped his boot under her chin and jerked her back up. Debbie cried out as her head struck the wall.
"Please, please, don't . . .oh, God, don't hurt me like you hurt Mama," Debbie pleaded, gasping in lungfuls of air. Sweat rolled down from her forehead while her heart pounded like a triphammer in her chest.
"Don't you ever say that again," Jack threatened hoarsely, his face darkening.
Debbie smelled his foul breath and twisted her head around. Tears of despair filled her eyes. What was he going to do to her? The girl felt this scene was coming to a climax soon. All this terror, all this shoving around was only a prelude to something far more horrible.
"Come on!"
Debbie whimpered. Was he going to rape her? Oh, God, to lose her cherry to her stepfather! And yet this beating, this intimidation had done something to her, had revealed a strange dark force just starting to stir in her mind and body. As odd as it seemed, Debbie started to become aware of a sexual thrill intensified by the fear she felt.
Jack let her cry for a moment, holding her head in both hands. But the excitement in the room built rapidly. He breathed more heavily, slowly moving one hand down to his crotch and rubbing the ominous bulge. He seemed to be considering whether or not to savage her. Then he made up his mind.
"Oh, what are you doing?" the girl wailed, her eyes widening. Jack was unzipping his fly slowly with one hand. Oh, God, he was going to fuck her!
Debbie felt a rush of white-hot fear and excitement flash through her mind and body. Her flesh grew hot and moist while, oddly enough, her pussy started to tighten and throb. What was happening to her? Her face registered the confusion and fear coursing through her mind.
"What do you think? Man, I've been wantin' to fuck you since I married your mama. You don't think I ain't jacked off in the fuckin' bathroom thinkin of that fuckin' little twat of yours?"
Debbie's mouth opened wide in horror at this admission. These past three years had been nothing but a poor joke on her mother!
"Well, now I'm gonna quit just thinkin' about them tits and ass and pussy of yours. I'm gonna find out just what you're like in the sack."
"No, no!"
Debbie tried to scramble to her feet, tried to get away from this awful man. But he was too determined, too strong for her. Jack reached down and shoved her back to the floor while sliding his pants down. She saw in a flash the thick black bush of his cock-hairs, his thick-muscled hairy legs, and a fat cock that looked as if it should swing between the hindquarters of a horse. He was so thick and so long! Jack grinned, observing the girl's obvious surprise over his physical endowment. Debbie could see his coconut-sized balls were taut, riding high, pressing against his fat dick-root. The sour odor from his unwashed crotch made her sick. And yet at the same time, it triggered a strange response in her cunt, making it tight, hot, building an electric thrill that made breathing difficult. For a moment, the girl wanted to reach out and touch it, feel that mass of dick-flesh throbbing between her fingers.
Debbie sobbed, shaking her head back and forth, trying to drive out those devilish thoughts from her mind. This was her stepfather, her mother's husband. How could she be thinking something like that with her mother lying in a hospital bed. The blonde teen pressed her back harder against the wall, her fists clenched and shoved down against the floor. Debbie was dizzy with fright.
Jack shoved his Levi's down to his boot tops. The girl could feel her sweat sticking to her blouse, trickling through her pussy-hairs and wetting down her jeans. Fear tightened her scalp. The young woman felt her flesh crawling.
"Yeah, good fuck. Man, I ain't fucked something as pretty and young like you for a long time."
His words made her shiver with excitement. The young woman felt her cunt dripping with juice, bursting with sexuality, ripe for his picking. When she moved her ass just slightly, Debbie could feel her blood-filled bloated cunt-lips rubbing together. Tiny electric sparks seemed to shoot out from her stiffened clit. Her clothes stuck uncomfortably to her tits and pussy. Her tits swelled her nipples taut, straining against the starchy material of her bra. A spasm jerked through her cunt, making her clit tingle oddly. Ohhhh, how could she be feeling this at this moment? What was wrong with her?
Jack backed up for a second, taking her in with his blazing eyes. He raised his hand over his head. It came down, cutting the shadows on the floor. Debbie screamed, trying to cover her head.
The hand came down on her head, the belt flying away from Jack's fingers and striking a lamp. She moaned, falling to one side. With more obscenities, the big man wrapped his fingers around her hair and, as she groaned, dragged her to the center of the living room.
"Please, please, don't do this," she muttered, too terrified and weak to protest.
"Man, you want this as bad as I do," Jack said, letting the girl go.
"Oh, God, you're going to ... to rape me," she stammered, her eyes wide with terror.
"Man, I'm gonna slip this cock into you so hard you won't piss for a week!"
Debbie cried out and once more tried to escape. But Jack moved quickly, blocking her path, knocking her back to the floor with his knees. In a flash, he was on top of her, his legs pinning hers to the carpeting, his crotch rubbing against hers while his hands pawed her tits. The young woman struggled under him, jerking from side to side, trying at times to roll him off. Ohhh, his weight drove the breath from her lungs. Debbie tried to scratch at his face. But Jack had anticipated that move and pinned her arms down to her sides, threatening her with more belting and slapping if she tried to get away or pull him off. "Ujnghhhhh!"
Debbie shivered, feeling the big man's greasy hot lips pressing against her throat. He was trying to kiss her! She felt his tongue lapping at her neck, going down toward her shoulders then moving back up.
"No, no, I'll bite it off if you . . . mmmmfff!"
Debbie's stepfather shut her up by cementing his mouth tightly to hers. The young woman screamed into his throat, her eyes wide, her lips peeled back. She could feel his teeth scraping against hers while he dry-fucked her. His fingers hurt her tits as they squeezed the resilient flesh through her blouse. He struggled with the buttons, then gave up and ripped the garment from her body. Debbie cried out again, clamping down her teeth on his upper lip.
"Owwww!"
Jack jerked his head up, felt his lip with one hand, glanced at the small amount of blood on his fingers, then slammed his fist down against one side of her skull. Debbie screamed out once and then fell silent. She was hovering between consciousness and unconsciousness, propelled there by the force of that blow.
The big man took advantage of her temporary stupor. He found her bra strap and pulled hard. The girl remained passive for the moment. But when she heard the tearing sound of her halter and felt her big fat tits spring free, Debbie fought through the haze dulling her mind and screamed out again. Her stepfather! No, she couldn't let this horrible thing happen.
"Stop!"
But Jack was too far along to quit now. A bomb falling through the roof couldn't have stopped him. The big man moved his gnarled hands up to her tits, digging his fingers into her soft flesh, flicking his thumbs over her long red nipples. Debbie groaned, rolling her head from side to side, trying to tell herself how awful, how terrible this was. But something inside her was telling the girl another story. Jack's big masculine body was exciting her terribly. Her tits swelled even more while her nipples throbbed maddeningly under his brutal touch. He took the nubbins in both hands and pinched them, rolling them like peas back and forth while working his palms over her tits. Debbie threw her head to one side and let out a strangled cry. Oh, God, what was going on inside her brain? Why was she accepting this man? Why was she turning on, actually hoping he'd go further with his brutal sex-play?
"Just like your old lady . . . man, you love get-tin' knocked around even when you're screamin' your lungs out."
At that point, Jack pulled his hands away from her nipples and dropped his head, still moving his thighs from side to side. The blonde teen could feel Jack's long dick pressing against her jeans, sliding up and down against the thin faded material, heating up her already overheated crotch.
"Gonna suck them tits. Been watchin' 'em all fuckin' year and now I'm gonna suck 'em."
Debbie yelped at the first contact of his mouth over her nipples. She felt his moist warm lips caressing her taut tit-tips . . . felt his tongue slowly circling the surrounding flesh teasingly, making her actually arch her back and offer her tits up to him. Jack saw the reaction and smiled in triumph. He had turned into her lover now. He had made the reluctant blonde teenager give herself freely to him, even to beg him silently to fuck her.
"Yeah, good, hot tits," Jack whispered tightly, dropping his mouth and engulfing one tight nipple completely.
"Ohhhh!"
Debbie wallowed her shoulders against the carpeting, feeling the big man sucking hard until his cheeks caved in. At the same time, he slipped his tongue around and around the nubbin while alternately pinching and rubbing her other nipple.
Debbie thought she was going to piss in her jeans from the growing excitement. She struggled back, moving her hips from side to side, spreading her legs apart and hooking her ankles over her stepfather's while he slurped and sucked at her nipples.
"Ohhhhh, God, God!"
"Hot fuck, baby, hot fuck," Jack muttered, moving his mouth to her other tit and sucking hard. Debbie tried once more to fight off her stepfather. But her resolve to escape had disappeared under her rising sexuality. She had a far stronger force to fight other than her father ... it was herself!