Chapter 1
"Dumb bitch!"
"Bobby...don't...don't call me names like that and...."
Janice Dixon backed away from her cousin, her eyes wide with growing terror. One hand was already up to her torn blouse, the fingers pressing the material against her tits.
"You tell my mom about me drinkin' in the garage with Jack and the others?"
"I swear...I swear I didn't say anything," Janice said, her throat growing tight and dry.
No one was home-no one. Her mother had gone out with some friends to a movie, leaving her completely alone. Janice hadn't expected this visit from her cousin, and she certainly hadn't expected the violence.
"You're always hangin' around, always tellin' me I shouldn't do this, and shouldn't do that," Bobby said, spitting out the words. He sneered down at her, wiping his lips with the back of one hand. "Always tryin' to butt in when you should keep that fuckin' mouth closed."
Janice shook her head from side to side, her heart pounding so hard she thought it would tear right through her chest! It was true she'd been going to her aunt's home regularly to see Bobby, even to flirt with him. He was so handsome and strong. And once or twice she thought she could spot some interest for her in his eyes. It was something of a surprise, then, when he suddenly burst into the house tonight and accused her of something she didn't do.
"Please...please believe me, I didn't do anything. I swear...."
What could she do? He was standing there blocking the door he'd already closed and bolted. His thick-muscled legs were spread widely apart while his eyes reflected the determination he felt. Glancing nervously at the mantle clock, Janice saw her mother wouldn't be home for at least another two hours. In that time her cousin could do anything to her!
"My mom's goin' nuts...sayin' she's gonna ground me for a couple of months. You stupid bitch! What the fuck did you think you were doin'? "
There was no way she could convince him of her innocence, Janice could see that. Backing away, her eyes searching for some path of escape, the teenaged blonde kept her hand to her throat, feeling the frayed edges of her torn blouse tickling her fingers. Escape. That was the only thing she could do. Perhaps later when Bobby calmed down she could convince him she had had nothing to do with this...this grounding he was speaking of.
"Ain't no way you're gonna get outta this one, baby. I'm gonna make sure you don't forget who the fuck you screwed over," Bobby said, smacking his lips.
"Wh...what?"
"You been wantin' me to fuck you for a long time, right?"
Janice's mouth dropped open. She felt a rush of blood in her cheeks while her scalp crawled with terror and something else, something she couldn't quite understand at this moment.
"You heard me. You want some cockmeat in you, right? You wanna get fucked...and you wanna get fucked by me, right?"
Those words and the way he was saying them made her feel revulsion mixed with...yes, could she admit it to herself, excitement. Wild delight shot through her veins as she stood there, being insulted by her cousin, Bobby.
"Stop it! Go home! Stop talking to me like that!" she shouted, clapping her hands over her ears.
Fucking. Yes, he was right! All she'd been able to think about the last few weeks was his body and...and what possibly could be hanging there between his legs. Oh, Janice knew it was wrong. Her mother had told her more than once she'd throw her out of the house if she caught her running around. Fucking was something married women did-married women, or bad girls!
But again and again Janice found herself at her Aunt Kathy's house, pretending to help the widowed woman with housework when all she really wanted to do was go outside and stare at her handsome young cousin. Oh, what a crush she had on him! And yet he didn't seem to notice her. All he cared about, it seemed, was his damned old motorcycle and his stupid, ass-like friends. More than once she'd thought about finking on him, telling her aunt just what Bobby and his friends were doing sometimes in the garage. But she had never mustered the courage to speak. And now she was being accused of telling on him. It just wasn't fair!
"Yeah, I'll go home...after I've plugged you with this," he said, dropping one hand and cupping his fingers around his crotch.
Janice's eyes widened. Bobby's fingers curled, the tips pressing the faded Levi material against his cock and balls. Yes, she could see the outline now, the outline of his prick pressing against the stretched material! That fat tube-like form was running well down his right pantleg! Dear God! He was huge, hung, as some of her girlfriends said about some of the boys! Janice heard herself let out a choked little cry and took one more step backward. Her pulse raced maddeningly through her veins while her flesh crawled, burning one moment, chilling the next. What was he doing to her? What on earth were his terrible words doing to her mind, her body?
"Just...leave and I promise I won't tell my mother you were here."
Bobby snorted a laugh. "Just like you didn't tell my old lady about me drinkin', right?"
"I told you, I-"
"Shut up! Man," he said, shaking his head from side to side, "you got one hell of a mouth. I think I'm gonna plug it up...with this. When I stick it down your throat you ain't gonna even be able to breathe, let alone shoot off your fuckin' yap."
He was serious! He was fumbling with the top button of his Levi's. Janice watched with growing horror as the trousers halved. She could see the tanned flesh already, and then the wiry black hairs curling around the edges of his opened fly.
"Oh don't...no, oh don't...don't do that to me," she whimpered.
Janice stepped back again, this time feeling her shoulder blades brushing up against the wall. He had her cornered! There was nowhere she could run, nowhere she could hide from her own cousin! She knew he knew this too. A sick, sneering smile crossed over his lips. He would crush her into the dirt, then fuck her. Pain and humiliation! Yes, yes. She could see her cousin was into that.
"Please...."
For the first time in her life the young blonde felt real fear. Her mother had always protected her, especially after her father had run off when the girl was only four. There had never been a really unpleasant moment in her life, never a time when she had had to worry about her safety. Her mother, or someone near-by was always ready to calm her fears. Now there was no one around to help her, to hold back her half-crazy cousin who was going to...to rape her! w
"Come here, baby. You cooperate and I'm not gonna hurt you...much," he said, his lips parting in a broader smile.
"No...oh no, don't!"
The skin along her thighs, in the crack between her cunt and her ass-hole, and along her tits crawled with fear. Bobby took another step forward and Janice shivered, moving alongside the fireplace. The back of her right foot struck something. The irons! She could reach back, grab one of those heavy brass things and swing at her cousin. That would stop him! That would keep her pure, keep her cherry intact!
"Please, Bobby, go away," she said, hoping once again he would somehow listen to reason.
"Gonna fuck you, bitch. Gonna stick my cock into you until you cry," he said in a trembling low voice.
There was no other choice. Stretching her right hand behind her, Janice bent down slightly, her fingertips searching for the cold iron. There! She had it. Keeping her rounded eyes fastened on her advancing cousin, the girl gripped the heavy iron, pulling it from its stand. When Bobby was within six feet, Janice wheeled the weapon around, swinging it around and down at the young man.
"Fuck!"
Catching the movement just in time, Bobby jerked to one side, missing the blow. Janice screamed as the iron struck the mantle, the sharp end chipping a two-inch piece of plaster from the fireplace. "Ohhhhh!"
Panic made her lose grip of the iron. She backed away, her face a mask of horror. There was nothing but pure rage in Bobby's eyes. Dear God! He was going to kill her! Yes, he was going to destroy her for having tried to defend herself!
"That was a real dumb move, Jan, a real dumb move," he said in a deceptively calm voice.
Janice thought she was going to faint. She stared at Bobby, watching the face of her cousin grow taut, evil! His forehead wrinkled and the skin around his dark eyes tightened. He was such a big man. He could easily overpower her, make her do anything he wanted.
"No!"
He rushed for her. In a moment the girl felt his hands on her shoulders, the fingers tightening around them. God, he was bruising her! She felt he could crush her if he wanted to right then and there!"
"Goddamn bitch! Think you can hurt me? Think you can really do that to me?" he shouted in her face.
He was shaking her violently, so hard her head jerked from side to side while her long blonde hair splashed over her face. Janice screamed, closed her eyes and screamed as loudly as she could! Her neck and shoulders 'hurt from his violence.
"Stop...stop it...p-p-please."
He stopped the violence, staring so hard at her the girl thought she would melt. Then he shoved her back hard against the wall.
"Uhhhhh
Janice flew back, her arms flying from the sides of her body. Her legs tangled over one another while she teetered dangerously on the point of falling to the floor. The wall stopped that, the back of her head striking the plaster with a dull thud. Stars flashed in front of her eyes in a moment while her mind seemed to free-fall through space. Sucking in a ragged breath, the girl fought for her consciousness, her fingers pressed against the smooth plaster. In the background she heard the mantle clock chiming nine. Oh God, God, why wouldn't her mother come home early just this once?
"Ohhhh...."
Reaching out, Bobby grabbed her by her hair, taking a handful of the blonde silky strands and yanking them hard.
"Ahhhhh!"
Janice screamed, her hands jerking up, the fingers clawing at his hands, trying to knock them away. Oh, oh, the pain was so intense! She could hardly breathe! It felt as if he had a knife and was slicing away the skin from her skull! "Ughhh!"
He pulled her away from the wall, jerking her toward him, then tugging her around to the sofa. Janice was breathing with shallow pants, saliva starting to drool from the corners of her mouth. Fear and pain, the two had taken her over.
Her knees struck the edge of the sofa, the sudden blow nearly sending her pitching onto the couch. Bobby laughed, then jerked her back by the hair and pulled her around to the front.
"Ohhhh . .
Finally, he let her go. Janice felt her knees buckling, felt herself crumbling to the floor. Leaning against the sofa, resting one arm on the middle cushion, she ran her fingers through her hair. Oh, how her scalp hurt after all that hair pulling! He loved it! Oh, how he loved hurting her! She could see that in his eyes as she looked through her dangling hair and saw him smiling down at her!
"Gotta get you outta those clothes, baby. Ain't no good fuckin' you with your Goddamned dress on," Bobby said, reaching down and pulling at her torn blouse. Again the frightened teen tried pushing him away. But Bobby only knocked her hands away, threatening her with more hair-pulling if she tried to stop him.
So Janice half-knelt, half-sat there against the living room sofa, whimpering as she felt her cousin tear her blouse away and throw the torn garment to one side. Crisscrossing her arms, pressing her wrists against her thunderous thirty-six-inch tits, Janice shrank back from Bobby. It was really happening. With each passing second the reality of her fuck, of her deflowering, was coming closer and closer!
"No!"
Again she tried to deny what was happening to her. And again Bobby only laughed at her. She watched as he fully unbuttoned his trousers now, spreading the halves apart. She could see something. Oh yes, yes, she could see something, that hefty bulk of dark-skinned meat throbbing there just to one side of the opened flap! His prick! His cock, the thing he was going to squeeze into her cunt! The girl sucked in another deep breath, hot tears starting to well up in her eyes. No, no, this couldn't be happening to her. She was her mother's darling, a good girl, a good student. She never went out with bad boys, always behaved well on dates, at home. Why was this happening to her? is
As she trembled there, her mind racing out of control, Bobby continued to smile. His thick, sensuous lips pulled back across his teeth. He was going to do it now! Oh God, yes, he was going to do it now. She flattened herself, drawing her body into a tight ball. With growing terror Janice watched as her cousin studied her the same way she guessed a mad scientist studied his intended victim. Then he raised one hand, his thick, callused fingers spread out. There was a moment's hesitation.
"Oh no, don't...don't hit me...oh please, don't...."
Instinctively Janice knew what he was going to do. She saw his fingers trembling, saw a slight quiver of excitement in his lips. And then it happened. She saw the movement of his arm, the tightening of his fingers. The hand came down like the blade of a guillotine, the fingers and palm whistling through the warm air. Janice let out a quavering cry, her scream ending the moment his hand struck her hard across the cheek.
"Ughhhhh...."
He slapped her with a viciousness she had never known. Her head snapped to one side, her hair washing over her face. There was a pause, then the horrible sound of his hand coming down again. He backhanded her, the force of that blow sending the girl grunting to the floor.
Janice pushed her hands against the thick carpet, her head hanging down, her long blonde hair nearly touching her knuckles. The teen breathed hard, realizing to her horror she was matching her breath with that of her cousin. Horrible, awful man! He was hurting her. And she? What was she doing? What was she feeling? Janice realized one part of her was enjoying this, actually liking what was happening to her.
Putting one hand to her forehead, the girl squinted, trying to figure out what terrible things, what awful part of her brain was giving her such pleasurable feelings when all she should be thinking of was escape!
"Bitch."
Bobby reached down and grabbed another fistful of her hair, yanking her head up and forcing it back. He held her there, twisting her hair harder and harder until warm tears flushed from her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. Yes, he was going to hurt her some more. And then...then he would ravage her, rape her. That terrified her beyond words. And yet again Janice was aware of a sexual thrill that was intensified by the growing fear she felt.
Never before in her life had she suspected something like this was possible. No one had ever told her about this in sex education class.
One or two had mentioned about the way some of their boyfriends touched them. Sometimes, they said, it was almost brutal. But this? Never, never had she heard anything about sex and violence.
Janice watched as Bobby reached down and stuffed his free hand into his pants. In a second his cock was out!
"Oh!"
He was big! Oh God yes, his prick was big-long and thick, with a fat, purplish head. He was shoving his Levi's down, working them over his hips, down past his ass. She could see his balls were tight. Janice remembered something her girlfriend Joyce said-something about a guy's nuts. When they were hard and pulled up against his groin they were ready to...to pop off, or something like that.
"Want that, huh, baby? Want somethin' that big in you? That's what you've been wonderin' about-about how big I was, right? Now you know," Bobby hissed, standing back.
He had both hands wrapped around the base of his prick, working his fingers up and down, purposely raising the blood-heavy cock toward her. Janice felt her scalp crawling. Her cunt lips flexed, swelled and folded over one another while an intensifying heated itch made her clit rise up from the surrounding moist flesh. Yes, oh yes, she was feeling arousal, feeling that hot, itchy ache that spelled danger.
"No, no, that's not true. I don't...don't want that thing-"
"Fuckin' liar! Just a lyin' bitch, like most broads. Say you don't want cock. Then, man, you can't get enough fuckin' meat in you!" Bobby sneered.
Janice sobbed, her back pressed against the sofa. She clenched her fists, pressing them against the floor. She wouldn't! She just wouldn't! She wouldn't give her cousin the satisfaction of seeing just how aroused she was. Those awful, terrible feelings her mother had warned her about were happening now. Oh God, they were happening, and under the worst of all possible circumstances!