Chapter 4
For one half hour, Allison sat in the living room, her knees clamped together, her head in her hands. The mantle clock ticked maddeningly, marking off the seconds. At any moment, the terrified girl expected to hear the sounds of a car pulling up. Would it be her aunt coming home early? Would it be Jack carrying out his threat? She was confused, rubbing her fingertips over her forehead, wondering what on earth she was going to do if the big stud knocked on the door.
"Oh, what have I done?" she whispered, straightening her back, feeling the prickly material of the couch cushions rubbing against the backs of her legs. Time was passing.
Maybe he got off on talking to her over the phone and wouldn't come over. One part of her desperately wished that were true. Dealing with Jack would almost be impossible. And then, what would happen afterward? Would he tell her aunt about her, about how hot she was? And what would Aunt Joyce do?
Allison groaned, covering her face with her hands once more. She could well imagine her aunt telling her mother about what had happened! The shame, the embarrassment, would surely kill her.
Footsteps! Allison pulled her face from her hands and listened, her heart beating furiously. They were a man's footsteps-Jack's footsteps. Slowly, the girl rose from the couch, her hands crossed over her tits, her fingers rubbing her upper arms. Through the curtained window, she could see Jack's massive shape silhouetted. He paused, then reached up for the bell.
"Oh!" The jangling made Allison jump, her flesh puckering up into goose pimples. She wouldn't answer the door, she decided. Let him think she had run out. He could tell her aunt what he wished, and she would deny it. If nothing happened, there could be no lie to hide.
Again the buzzer! Allison backed away from the door, hugging her body hard with her hands, wishing Jack would just go away.
"Come on, baby, come on! I know you're in there. I'm gonna knock the door down if you don't come and let me in," he threatened.
With that, he hammered one fist against the wood, making the frosted glass panes rattle. The neighbors would hear him, would report this to her aunt. What should she do?"
"I said open the fuckin' door."
Shaking herself free of fear, Allison rushed to the door, flipped open the bolt and pulled it open. What had moved her to do that, she didn't know. But there she stood, trembling in the living room, staring up at the big, grinning stud.
"Better," he said, one hand braced against the door molding.
"Please, just go away. I...I don't want you to come in. My aunt...please..."
Allison couldn't think straight, couldn't talk with him staring at her like that. His gaze burned into her like a laser beam. It seemed to burn right through her clothing.
"You don't want me goin' away, do you?"
He was moving into the house, pushing her back, closing and locking the door.
"Oh, please don't-you don't know what you're doing!"
Allison felt her heart beating faster. He was staring at her, his black eyes glowing like coals. She dropped her gaze to his crotch, saw that hefty roll of cockmeat pressing up against his faded jeans. He was going to fuck her, drive his prick into her. "Oh no!"
Turning, Allison started to run from the room. One part of her still fought for her innocence, fought against the desire to fuck the man.
"You ain't goin' nowhere 'til I'm through with you!"
Jack bolted forward, reaching out and curling his fingers around the long strands of blonde hair streaming out behind her. She cried out, feeling her head jerk back. Hot jolts of pain shot through her scalp while her knees buckled from the agony. He was tugging on her hair, snagging it under his nails, laughing at her futile attempts at escape.
"Ooooow!" she cried, her eyes shut tight, tears oozing out from under her lashes.
She tried to stay upright, but her legs refused to obey her. She sank to the floor, Jack standing behind her, still tugging up on her hair. She straightened her back, begging him with a strangled voice not to hurt her.
"You play my game, baby, and you ain't gonna be hurt...much."
He let her go, stepping in front of her. She shrank back, her flesh crawling with terror. It was happening, really happening-the brutality-everything associated with it. "Sit up!"
When she hesitated, Jack raised his hand, then brought it down, striking her hard across one cheek with the back of his hand.
"Ughh!" Allison's head snapped to the right, her hair splashing over her face. She fell to her hands, tasting blood. Jack growled, and suddenly, the horror of what was happening surged through her.
"Oh no, please..."
Allison tensed when he raised his hand again. She scooted back, shaking the hair from her eyes, looking up with rounded, terrified eyes. The pain still throbbed in her scalp and cheek while beads of sweat dotted her forehead. She could feel the crotch panel of her panties clinging uncomfortably to her pussylips.
As sick as it was, she realized something inside her was turning on to this man, this treatment. It was last night all over again. Except this time, she, and not her aunt, was the victim.
"Oh, don't...don't!"
"Man, you and your fuckin' aunt," Jack said, shaking his head from side to side. "You're both the same. You beg for me to let up, then you want more."
"That's not true!" she blurted out. "Just wait."
Allison trembled, terrified. Jack only smiled back, both hands on his broad hips. His lips pulled back across his teeth-those white, square, powerful teeth. Even as she flattened herself against the wall, drawing herself into a ball, she knew what was going to happen. She could see it in his eyes, read it on his lips. He enjoyed hurting women, forcing them to obey him, no matter what he did.
Her gaze shifted up to his raised hand. She watched his fingers spread, watched as his hand and arm came down at her in a broad arc. She screamed, her shriek cut short by the resounding slap.
"Oooohoohooh!"
The force of that blow turned her over part way. Her arms flailed out while one lag folded over the other. Tucking one leg under her ass, she tried scrambling up. But her strength failed. She was trapped in the living room.
Glancing around Jack's body, Alison saw it was only one-thirty, hours before her aunt returned! And then-then, she would be ruined!
"Stop. Please! I won't tell Aunt Joyce anything if you just stop now," she sobbed. "Come on."
Allison whimpered. She knew he would be brutal without conscience. He enjoyed humiliating her in her aunt's house. He would rape her without thinking twice about her.
Jack let her cry for a moment. But the excitement in the room was building rapidly.
"Come on." He reached down, curling his fingers around her right arm and hauling her up to her feet. "Let's go."
He shoved her hard between her shoulder blades. She stumbled forward, regained her balance, then stumbled again. He was forcing her into her aunt's bedroom! They marched down the hall, through the doorway, into the cool, dark room.
"Okay, baby, now I'm gonna see if you're a fuckin' cherry or not."
"No, no!"
Allison was curling her fingers into two fists, pressing them against her thighs. She watched as he crossed his arms and pulled off his white cotton T-shirt. Backing away from him, she stopped, feeling the edge of the bed brush up against the backs of her knees. In an instant, she wished she could suddenly see his cock-see it, touch it, feel it against her body. Her pussy was filled with a wild throbbing.
Sobbing, Allison turned her face. She couldn't possibly go through with this! It was shameful, unreal!
"Gotta tenderize you up a little. Come on," he said, reaching down and unbuckling his belt.
Allison watched as Jack gripped the buckle and pulled his black leather belt from the pant loops. Holding the belt in his hands, he advanced toward her, his free hand outstretched. She cringed backward, jerking out both hands to keep her balance. He had her cornered! There was nowhere to go except on the bed.
His hand came to rest on her shoulder and moved down. Then he gripped one side of her blouse and tugged. There was a tearing sound as the garment gave way and slipped from her shoulder. He tore again, ripping the blouse from her body.
"Stop!" Allison twisted around, her hands rising to catch her torn blouse. But Jack was brutal, pulling the shredded cloth from her body, then curling his fingers around her thin bra strap and tugging it back until the buckle in back tore loose.
Allison cried out, moving her hands up to cover her tits. Jack growled out something, spinning around and knocking her hands away from her tits. She stood there facing him now, half-naked, her high-riding, stiff-tipped tits slapping together from the violent move.
"Nice, nice, real nice," Jack sighed, licking his lips.
"You don't know what you're doing,"
Allison sobbed, feeling shamefully naked.
Jack only laughed at this, putting his hands on her chest and shoving her back on the bed. He jumped on top of her before she could roll away. Then, he pressed his mouth against hers so hard, her lips were cut by her own teeth. And his thick, rough tongue was lashing in deep, sending spit down her throat. And all the while, his hands were under her ass, working at the naked skin at the edge of her shorts.
He was squeezing hard, his calloused fingertips bruising her. Every time he squeezed hard, her legs pulled apart. Before she could scream out another protest, two fingers wiggled under the hem of her shorts. They were rubbing over the flesh between her ass and cunt. She twisted under that constant attack, gurgling into Jack's sucking mouth, trying to beat him away with her fists.
But he was too strong-far too strong for her to hurt. He only laughed at her weak attempts, kissing her harder, hurting her with those pinching hands while the cool leather brushed up against her thighs.
And still, to her surprise, she felt hot cunt juice seeping out of her cunt until her panties were wet with it. She was excited by his masculinity, by his brutality. Their bodies were pressing hard against each other, rubbing back and forth while he had his hands down near her cunt and ass-hole.
For one wild instant, Allison wondered how it was going to feel having that hard cock shoved in her cunt. Thinking about it made her want to fuck him all over again. It was wrong-wrong having a man fucking her, wrong having him fucking her right in her aunt's bedroom.
"Nice, nice," Jack whispered again, pulling his mouth free of hers.
"No, oh God!"
Arching her back, Allison wallowed her shoulders and back against the mattress. She could hear the headboard pounding against the wall. It was just like last night. That thought came back to her again and again as Jack played with her.
"Feelin' real good, right, bitch? You're a real hot bitch, right?"
"Oh, no, no! You can't make me...can't make me feel that way!" she panted.
"Yeah? Baby, you're gonna be beggin' for my cock when I get through with you," Jack snarled, grinning down at her.
With that, he reached down, cupping one hand over her tender pussy. Allison groaned, throwing her head back into the soft pillow, feeling her cunt explode into a riot of hot feelings. She couldn't hide what was going on in her body. That was impossible. Jack now could feel how wet her cunt was, how damp her panties were. He was working his fingers back and forth, rubbing the nylon of her briefs into her seeping cunt.
"Ooooohhhhhh..." she moaned hotly as his fingers worked over her swollen cunt lips.
She loved that sensation-the feeling of his fingers milking the rubbery edges of her cunt labia together until creamy foam started dripping from between them.
There was the sound of a zipper coming down. He was getting ready to fuck her! She was gasping, frantically bucking down so he couldn't tear off her panties. His chest was rubbing against her nipples, the hairs scratching against her sensitive tit nubs.
She had almost let him strip her without a fight. But then she had thought of her mother and aunt, of the trouble she was going to get into if anyone ever found out about her and Jack. She struggled under the big man, writhing against his weight, begging him again to let her go.
"Gone too fuckin' far now, baby. Too far," he moaned.
Allison felt his strong hard fingers reaching inside her shorts, slipping under her panties. Gasping, she shoved her ass deep into the mattress to keep her shorts on. There was an experimental tug. The shorts held firm. Then
Allison felt Jack's fingers curl into a fist under her. He tugged again, harder. There was a tearing, ripping sound, one that sent chills rushing up and down her flesh. The shorts and panties ripped open. Her cunt was naked.
"Pussy," he whispered in her ear, massaging her cunt lightly.
Against her will, Allison felt her ass push up to the wonderful rubbing sensation. She was on fire, spread open, moaning under her breath. She felt her cunt running with hot fuck juice, felt her thighs ignite with a lust that drove out all thoughts from her mind.
"Fucking, baby, fucking."
"Fucking," Allison whispered back, not realizing what she was saying.
"Yeah," Jack grunted, pushing himself off the thrashing girl. "Knew I'd have you beggin' for it. But you're gonna have to work for it...just like your fuckin' aunt does."
"What?"
He was gone. The wonderful, firm, warm pressure of his body against hers was gone. Allison opened her eyes, blinking up at the big man, who now stood by the side of the bed. His cock was long and hard and thick, the crimson tip pulsing, while beads of pre-cum oozed from his piss slit.
"Turn over," Jack ordered, making a circular movement with one hand.
Obediently, Allison did what she was told, feeling her tits being squashed under her chest. She dug her knees into the soft mattress, shaking loose strands of hair from her face. She felt a draft chill the damp flesh between her ass cheeks.
The belt! Yes, the belt! She heard it snapping against his thighs. He was going to hit her with it-beat her ass raw with the leather!
"Oh God, dear God!" she moaned, burying her face in the pillow, shoving her fists into the soft material as she waited for the first blow. Her cunt lips quivered against the soft material of the coverlet while Jack wheezed behind her.
Still, there was no beating, no belting. Moving her face from the pillow, Allison peered over one shoulder biting her quivering lower lip. She saw Jack studying her body, his gaze riveted to her ass cheeks. She felt his stare on the delicate swell of her firm, plump ass. The belt hung limply, his fingers squeezing the buckle hard. And his cock! How hard, how hot it looked! She felt her pussy spasm, felt her clit throb.
"Bitch!"
That was the signal. Allison jerked her head back around, burying her face in the cool pillow. She could hear the leather snap in the air, hear the belt hissing through the atmosphere down toward the ass.
"Ughhhh!"
There was a sharp, hot sensation followed by a loud cracking sound. She screamed again into the pillow, her fingers clawing at the material while her body jerked under the cruel blow. She could feel her ass cheeks heating up, jiggling under the whipping. Another blow, and then another-the third raising a bluish welt. She screamed as the leather smacked her, making her ass cheeks dance and redden. And this, she knew, was only the beginning.