Chapter 1
"You fucked-up little bitch!"
"No, don't hit me! Oh please, don't!"
Susan backed away, holding one hand protectively over her mouth. The sting of Jack's last slap still brought tears to her eyes. She looked about the basement. There was nothing to defend herself with. Nothing. She was alone in the house, the only sound being the rattling of the hot water pipes overhead. The teenaged blonde still found it difficult to believe her cousin was capable of this kind of cruelty.
"I'm gonna do what I fuckin' well please," he snarled, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of her hair.
Jack pulled her away from the hot water heater, dragging her across the basement floor toward the opposite wall. Susan flailed her hands wildly in front of her, struggling, trying to pull away from her cousin. It had happened so quickly! Even now as she struggled for her life, the young girl couldn't quite put all the pieces together. Jack had been staring at her all through the day, the second day of her visit here in the city. Susan pondered the new attitude of her handsome cousin, wondering what she had said or done to offend him.
"Nooooooo!"
He jerked her around, bringing one hand up high over his head. Susan cringed, her forehead wrinkling as she flinched and waited for the hot, stinging blow.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
The open-fingered hand smashed against her jaw, rattling her teeth. Susan let out a harsh sobbing cry, the force of that blow knocking her back toward the gray cinder block wall. It was only because Jack still had her cruelly by the hair that Susan found herself still on her feet.
"Bitch! Bouncin' that ass around and then not puttin' out."
"I ... I don't know what you're ... you're talking about."
She blinked away the tears, staring confusedly at him. What was he saying? Flirting with him? Was that what her cousin was accusing her of? Susan shook her head, unable to believe that was what this was all about.
"All you fuckin' cunts say the same thing. But now you're gonna pay for that, slut."
"No, Jack, don't ... don't!"
Her last plea was a squeal as the hand went up again, the shadow of his raised arm cutting across her terrified face. Never, never in her short young life had Susan experienced something like this. It was a horror! The hand came down once more, this time his fingers slashing her across the left ear. Susan squealed, her body twisting about. Jack let go, laughing as she spun halfway around, arms stretched out, then finally crashed to the floor in a clump.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!"
"Now, we're gonna make fuckin' damned sure you ain't gonna forget no lesson I teach," Jack said, licking his lips.
Susan turned around, brushing the long blonde hair from her eyes. She could see his prick pressing outward against the front of his Levi's now. Was he going to rape her? She drew her knees up to her tits, hugging her arms close to her body. Susan had heard about this-men beating women up before they fucked them. Was that Jack's routine? Was her cousin that kind of monster?
He reached down once more, picking her up by the shoulders and standing her roughly against the wall. Susan couldn't look at him. She turned her head away, closing her eyes as tears oozed from under her long lashes. She was shuddering with terror, waiting for the next painful blow.
"I'm a good guy. I just don't like a little hypocrite like you movin' your butt all around, pretending you don't know what you're doing."
"I didn't. I swear! Oh, Jack, please believe me, I didn't know I was doing anything wrong," she said, both hands clasped together in front of her.
The tall dark-haired stud studied her, pursing his lips together thoughtfully.
"Maybe you didn't," he conceded, arching his eyebrows. "But still, it ain't a bad idea for a bitch like you to learn a lesson or two."
"It's not fair! It's not fair!" Susan cried, more tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.
"Nothing's fair. It just happens."
With that he threw himself onto her, his body pressing hers against the wall. Susan groaned, unable to pull her hands up to defend herself. She felt his lips sucking at her neck, his fingers fumbling for her tits. He was going to rape her!
The thought of her own cousin fucking her, pushing his prick into her pussy by force sent ripples of revulsion as well as rushes of excitement scorching through her. Susan couldn't understand the pleasure she was feeling while he was brutalizing her and threatening her with still more.
"Slut!" He pulled away just enough to get his hands down around her dress.
Susan felt his fingers fumbling with her buttons and zipper. Frustrated, Jack tore the garment from her. Susan screamed, feeling the material ripping from her flesh. She grabbed for the torn dress, holding the garment to her tits. Jack backed away, laughing cruelly, his Adam's apple bobbing. He pulled away the makeshift security blanket, hurling it onto the hot water heater. Susan criss-crossed her arms, her palms pressing against her hot cuntal mound.
Yes, oh God, yes! Her pussy was hot, pulsing the same way it throbbed when she would touch it at night and think all those awful things about men and women fucking together.
Jack licked his lips again, then knocked her hands from her cunt. She knew he could see that patch of cuntal curls showing darkly through the thin white panty material. His eyes showed that. Again, Susan tentatively drew her hands over her pussy, feeling the fingertips brushing over the hot, swollen cunt mound through the nylon material.
"Nice long legs. Nice face. Nice tits. You're nice all over, Susie. And I'm gonna stick my prick in there to find out just how nice you are in your cunt."
"No, Jack, don't ... oh God, don't do this to me! I've never done it with a guy before," she said, terror knifing through her like an ice pick. She thought of her uncle and wondered when he would be home to save her.
"Good. I dig plowin' through a fuckin' cherry. It's a trip."
"No!"
Susan bolted from the wall, her arms stretched out in front of her while her hair streamed w out behind. She knocked over something. A bucket. It rattled against the wall as the frantic girl raced through the semi-darkened basement. She hit things, strange things hanging from the ceiling and walls. It was too dark for the girl to make them out. She only knew she had to get out of the basement or her cousin would put her through a living hell.
"Help! Oh God, someone out there help me!" Susan cried, reaching the stairs.
She turned her head just for a second and saw Jack coming up quickly behind her. Tightening her grip on the handrail, Susan began hauling herself up toward the kitchen.
"Man, it's gonna go real bad against you now, slut."
Jack was behind her, his black leather boots clumping against the stairs. Susan had already thrown the door open and was about to step into the kitchen when she felt her cousin's arms encircling her waist. He lifted her easily from the top stair, banging her knees sharply against the railing as he jerked her around.
"No, no, no, no!"
Susan screamed the cries of the damned as he kicked the door shut, then hauled her back down to the basement.
"Ain't nobody gonna hear you down here. The place has been soundproofed. So scream and yell your fuckin' head off all you want. Ain't gonna do you no good."
"Oh, God, God!"
Her mother had thought this visit would be good for her-a change from the hum-drum pace of Oxnard. Her mother trusted Uncle Greig implicitly with her daughter. It was too bad she hadn't thought more about the nephew.
Jack threw her down to the floor, raising one foot and placing the dirty heel right up against her throat. Susan squirmed, feeling her body pressing down against the cold cracked concrete basement floor. Her ass flattened against the surface while her flesh ached from the dampness. And worst of all was that boot, that heel buckling her windpipe!
At first Susan did nothing, hoping Jack would tire of that game and take his foot off. But the more she did nothing, the harder the pressure. Seeing stars, the young girl finally screamed, jerking her hands up and trying to take the foot off her throat.
"That's it, baby. Move around, move around and try to help yourself."
He moved the tip of the boot until it was pressing up against her chin. Susan stopped moving again, her tits rising and falling with her chest. She could breathe again! Jack had lightened up on the pressure. He had the toe up against her chin. She could smell the awful odor of the dirty boot.
Jack pressed the toe against her lips, making the teenager gag. Laughing, he slid his boot down until it was rubbing up against her tits. Susan shivered, raising her head just a little from the floor to watch what was happening. He was rubbing the tip of his black leather engineer's boot over the tops of her bra cups. Then, sliding his foot back, the big stud moved it down until he was pressing the heel against her cuntal mound.
Susan closed her eyes, arching her back slightly while wallowing her shoulders against the cold, damp surface of the floor. Could he see? Did he notice her gooseflesh the moment he touched the seepy swollen heap of pussymeat with his boot heel? Strange shivers raced through her cunt while Jack kept on moving his foot back and forth, back and forth over her cunt mound.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
"Dumb sluts. You think you can get away with murder. I'm here to let you know you can't."
. Jack's voice was thick, low, the voice of a man about to fuck. Susan instinctively knew this and felt another rush of delight overwhelm her. She hadn't felt this hot since Bobby Granger had tried feeling her tits and pussy.
She felt her cousin's fingers fumbling around behind her bra. In a moment he was tearing the bra off, ripping the cups from her body. Susan let out a cry, feeling her big high-riding tits bouncing against her chest. She covered her tits modestly with her hands, feeling the nipples stiffening against her fingers. She watched him holding her bra, rubbing the material against his face, then smelling the torn cups. He was grinning down at her, the smile of a victor over his victim.
How she hated him! For the first time in her life, Susan wanted to kill someone. That feeling made her wonder about herself. She was already acting subhuman, feeling her cunt steam up and get all warm while her cousin was beating her!
"Now, the panties." He reached down, curling his fingers around the waistband. Thank goodness he hadn't decided to rub the material against her cunt. He would know right then about how hot she was. He would be able to feel the damp nylon, the heat radiating out from her pussy. Now all Jack did was rip the panties, tearing the waistband in several places. When he couldn't snatch her briefs off from the hips, the big stud backed down, pulling them over her knees, her ankles, her toes.
He had stripped her naked, then beaten her back to the floor. Jack was about to toss the panties away when the faint scent of her pussy reached him. He smiled, holding the torn briefs in his left hand, staring at them. Susan blushed furiously, holding both hands over her cunt as if that would somehow hide her arousal. Jack drew the panties to his nose and sniffed them, his lips curling into another sneering smile.
"Good, hot pussy," he said, burying his face in the crotch panel.
Susan felt violated. He was smelling her damp panties. She watched, drawing back, her fingers playing over her cunt.
"You can't hide this, baby. You can't hide this kinda shit from me. You want it bad, real bad, and I'm gonna give it to you."
He threw the panties into her face.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"Gonna make sure you don't forget this is a lesson, as well as some fun."
"No, please, oh no, oh please, don't ... "
Even as she sobbed, she watched her cousin unbuckle his black leather belt and slide it from his Levi's. He held the buckled end in one hand, letting the leather dangle down to the floor like some obscene snake. He moved forward, snapping the belt in front of her like a whip. Susan flinched, stretching her arms behind her and scooting back. In a moment the girl felt the cinder block wall behind her, and knew she could go no farther.
"Please, Jack, no, don't ... don't do this to me! Don't hurt me with that!"
Susan's eyes were wide, rounded, focused on that awful belt dangling before her. He liked this-toying with her, letting her have a little room to run then standing in front of her and blocking her escape. Susan let out another small whimper, putting one hand over her face. She could well imagine the hot stinging kiss of the leather against her cheek, permanently scarring her.
But there wasn't a beating-not yet, in any case. Jack looped the belt suddenly around her throat, pulling backward and dragging her on her ass over the floor. Susan squawked, her fingers flailing at the leather pressing up against her windpipe. She dug her heels into the floor while her ass-cheeks bounced over the concrete again and again. Jack was laughing at her, dragging her over to the hot water heater, then back to the double sink. Susan kicked several objects, overturning them with a clatter as she struggled against the air-choking leather belt.
Jack moved her back across the floor, stopping by the water heater and letting her head come to rest against the warm white surface. Susan gasped, thankful the choking pressure of the leather had stopped for the moment. Reaching up, the girl rubbed her neck with both hands, feeling how the leather had chafed her skin.
"On your belly-and hang onto the fuckin' legs of the heater."
Susan didn't dare disobey him. She rolled onto her belly, the cold floor making her belly muscles convulse. Pushing both hands out, she gripped the cold blue metal legs supporting the water heater, hearing the faint hissing sound of the pilot light in front of her. The only light in the basement was about four feet away, casting an odd shadow across her body. It was then she realized just how exposed, just how naked she had been for the past few moments. No man had ever seen her like this. And now she was stripped naked, her cousin's eyes raping her before his prick did. She moved her thighs, feeling the buttery heat in her cunt. She rolled her bare ass up, her knees pressed against the basement floor. When Jack touched her ass-cheeks with the leather belt, she let out a gasp, her body shivering.
Jack chuckled, shaking his head. "Goddamned little fuckin' bitch. Man, oh man, I ain't gonna fuck you soon enough."
There was a moment of silence as Jack positioned himself, spreading her legs apart for better balance. He let the wedged tip of the belt trail along her ass crevice, touching her ass-hole, caressing the fine silken hairs that grew like a fuzz over her ass-cheeks. Then Susan heard the crack of the leather high in the air over her head.
"Stop! No!"
But Susan didn't dare turn around. She clenched her teeth, holding onto the hot water heater tightly as she tightened her ass-cheeks protectively. The girl could hear the leather hissing through the air. Glancing to one side, Susan saw it coming down.
"Eaghghghghghhghghhh!
Never had anyone hit her in her life! And now the awful belt smashed down against her ass. Susan's body jerked, her fingers gripping the hot water heater supports. Again the belt came down, this time the leather curling around her thighs and coming dangerously close to her pussy. Susan squawked, her body twisting back and forth under the harsh attack as two large red marks appeared on her ass flesh.
"No, oh no, no, no ... "
Twisting her head around, pressing her cheek against the cold, filthy floor, Susan could only see her cousin's boots-black, dirty, threatening, awesome. She shuddered, knowing this was only the beginning of a terrible night.