Chapter 6
The flapping sound of her bare feet running on concrete and the punctuated wheezes of her own breath were the only noises that Ida heard as she fled the degrading humiliation that haunted her innocence from the mansion a few blocks away.
Hank had followed her unsuccessfully, then returned to the house for his car. His glaring headlights had caught a glimpse of her once, but she had jumped a small fence, cut through somebody's backyard and run down an alley to a new street. Gravel, broken glass and torn concrete had lacerated her running feet, but nothing, no pain, no barrier was going to stop her flight to freedom.
She jogged now, flat-footed with short, choppy paces, her feet burning from the incessant throbbing caused by the many cuts and pieces of glass that stuck in her tender flesh. Her lungs burning as she pushed herself to the breaking point. She looked like a tiny Oriental peasant woman hurrying home from the market, late for dinner. Gradually at first, feeling the gnawing ache in her side, binding her lungs and stomach, she slowed to a fast walk until the knot became too tight and she had to stop altogether. She knew there was nowhere for her to go, but for the moment rest became too important to ignore, and she leaned against a small stone wall, propping herself against its solid strength.
The ache lessened and she quickly regained her breath, but her hand still clutched at the torn front of her blouse, afraid to be seen, afraid to be touched. There was too much fear and confusion in the young girl's mind for her to think out a-plan of action, so she stood and waited, not knowing for what.
Wandering, searching for an explanation to Hank's terrible actions, she failed to see a pair of dimmed headlights turn the comer until the car was directly in front of her. Her eyes jerked Tip and her heart started its stimulated rhythm of fear until she saw the familiar color and lettering on the passenger door.
"Taxi!" she yelled, hoping that the Cinderella cab was vacant.
Brake lights flared and the cab slowed to a halt, crunched into reverse and returned to where she was standing.
"Kinda late for you to be out," the driver said as he opened the door. "Too many crumbs out this time of night. It's not safe for a ... hey kid, are you all right?"
Ida nodded as she stood in the open door, her torn blouse revealing the aftermath of her nightmare in the yellowish light from the taxi's interior. Then, almost afraid, the driver reached to help her into the safety of the front seat, his concerned questions coming too rapidly for the girl to answer. She just wanted to get home and forget everything about the terrible movies, the party, the fraternity and especially Hank Campbell.
"Where should I take you?" the drive asked. "Do you want to go to a hospital or something?"
She looked into his craggy, weathered face and started to give him her home address, but cut herself short in mid-sentence. She couldn't go home, not like this. Her parents would blow their tops, asking what happened, why hadn't Hank brought her home? What had he done to her-too many questions for her to handle tonight.
"Nineteen-ninety-one, East Twenty-seventh," she told the driver hoarsely. It was the only place she knew, Shirley's house. Shirley wouldn't be home yet, but her father might, and the way that Shirley always talked about him, Ida knew that he would try to help her.
"He's really a swinger." Ida remembered Shirley's description of her father as she watched him close the front door and turn to face her. He had paid the cab driver without asking her why, and helped her walk to the house in silence.
"You're really a mess, Ida. What happened for Christ's sake?" he asked.
"I-I don't know where to begin, really," she told him hesitantly. "Everything's all mixed up."
"Tell you what, honey. You go upstairs and take a quick shower-you can put on one of Shirley's robes when you're done-then come back down here and I'll have something hot and relaxing for you to drink. After that, well talk Now run along."
Ida was speechless and could do nothing but nod and climb the stairs as he suggested. Her feet ached, her legs ached but most of all her heart ached in self-pity as she tried to sort out the scattered details of her awful nightmare so that she could tell Mr. Thompson exactly what had happened to her.
"Mr. Thompson," she began half an hour later. "It's really unpleasant, but I need to tell someone, and I guess you ought to know as much as anyone."
"Call me Ed, honey," he said, and after she nodded agreement, continued. "Now why should I know more than anyone else?"
Slowly Ida repeated the speech she had thought out while taking a shower. He listened as she told him about how she had loved Hank, about how she had lost her virginity, and finally about Rod and the filming. It was a total confession, meant to purge her conscience of the terrible guilts and fears that had plagued her since she ran from the fraternity party, and she hoped he would understand.
Ida finally finished and carefully studied his face as he stood by the fireplace holding a snifter of brandy in his right hand. He was young, only thirty-eight, and his face held the faint lines that told a story of a life full of rigorous activity. His features were rugged, but handsome in their sharpness and Ida remembered wishing that her father looked like Mr. Thomp ... Ed. His hair was as black as Shirley's and his deep-set eyes always seemed to gleam with some sort of mischief.
But tonight they weren't gleaming. Instead, they were staring intensely into his brandy, pondering the unbelievable tale that she had just told him.
"Poor lad," he whispered. "I had no idea he would go this far."
"I don't understand. Who would go this far?" she asked uncertainly.
"Well, I suppose I owe you an explanation for that," he said, crossing the room and sitting on the couch next to her. "I'm aware of Rod's idiosyncracies better than anyone, I suppose. We both know he's young and adventurous and a number of other things, but what you don't know, or didn't know until tonight, is that he's wrapped up in a pretty heavy sex hang-up."
Ida listened silently, feeling a sudden compassion for this and what she thought was a heartrending confession.
"He's been like this for years, starting with dirty pictures, playing with little girls in the basement, then after he got older I caught him experimenting with one of my former housekeepers and had to fire her."
"From then on he got worse, propositioning any girl he took out-I used to get three or four calls a week from irate fathers-forcing his attentions on our houseguests whenever we had any was another favorite trick. Finally he was arrested for molesting a young girl, and after I paid his way out of that, I thought he had been sticking pretty close to a straight path. But I guess I was wrong. You showed me that."
Ida could find no words of solace for her friend's father, but as she listened to him, she heard no mention of Shirley, though she knew he must have guessed that she was at the party too. Maybe he was just too concerned about Rod to remember that his daughter had gone to the fraternity party with Tony.
"Here, let me pour you another drink," he offered, picking up the decanter and watching the dark brandy bubble into her glass. "You know, it's a funny thing about kids today. They're so damn smart, and have such tremendous advantages, advantages that my generation never had. Yet all they're out for is kicks, whether it's drugs, stealing or sex, anything they try is strictly for the excitement. Their values seem to have disappeared almost completely."
"But not everyone's like that," she said, trying to defend herself. "I mean, some of us just get mixed up, that's all. I don't know how I got into the mess that I'm in, but I wasn't looking for kicks. I really wasn't."
"No, Shirley, er, Ida, I don't imagine you were," he said, glancing down at his glass. "I almost called you Shirley. That's funny I guess, because you're a lot like her, young, confused, eager to love, in fact you're both built about the same, too."
Ida shuffled nervously and sipped the remainder of her drink. She felt suddenly slightly uncomfortable when he mentioned Shirley. It wasn't what he said, as much as it was how he said it: his tone of voice or the look in his eyes. The reason escaped her, but she was still uncomfortable and reached to pull her robe more tightly shut.
"Yes, my girl's a real little woman," he smiled, pouring more brandy into her glass. Though her exhausting escape had worn off the terrible effect of all those vodka gimlets she drank at the party, she was beginning to feel dizzy and this was only the beginning of her third glass of brandy! "She's full of hang-ups too, though not like Rod. At least she gets her kicks at home."
"What do you mean?" Ida asked in an effort to follow his conversation and stay awake. The dizziness was fogging her senses and she wasn't at all sure that she knew what he was talking about.
"Oh, nothing really," he said with a strange smile and slid a few inches closer to her on the couch. "I let her drink at home, I guess you could call that lacks. Sometimes she even gets a little loaded and takes off her robe when she's drinking here in the library with me."
How strange, Ida thought and drained the brandy snifter with a single gulp, but before she could set the glass down, or protest, he poured it half-full again, his hand shaking as the dark liquor tumbled into the delicate crystal goblet.
"Every man should have a daughter like her," he mused, and Ida could see that he was getting drunk. "Yeah, there isn't a father in the world who wouldn't envy me if he could see her parading around this room naked, her hips swaying and those magnificently shaped breasts of hers....Mmmm, really nice."
"Oh, Mr. Thompson," she whispered, afraid they might be overheard. "You shouldn't talk like that about your own daughter."
"Ed, honey. Call me Ed."
"Oh yes, Ed. Still though, you shouldn't talk like that about Shirley," she slurred. "It isn't right, I mean, it sounds like ... like incest!"
"Am I embarrassing you?" he asked, his eyes staring directly into hers. "I hope you aren't frightened when I tell you about Shirley. She's a lot like you, young and beautiful, and I don't think she'd be afraid if she were sitting her in that robe."
Ida felt more uncomfortable than ever now. She wasn't Shirley, she wasn't drunk, and she would never take off her robe with him in the room. He was a rugged man, probably desirable to all the women he dated, but he was her girlfriend's father and old enough to be her own father. He just shouldn't talk like that.
"I think you're getting a little drunk too," he smiled. "So am I."
"I'm not drunk, Mr....Ed. It's just the way you're talking about Shirley. It-it makes me feel kinda funny."
"That shouldn't bother you," he said, resting his hand on her shoulder. "Shirley took her mother's place when Mrs. Thompson died. She does all the cooking when the housekeeper isn't here, and takes care of Rod and me just like a wife. I don't see anything wrong with the way I talk about her. She acts like a woman and I treat her like one, it's as simple as that. In fact, she even calls me her secret lover."
Ida suddenly gasped and drew one hand over her mouth to hide her surprise. Secret lover! Shirley had told her about her secret lover, a man, a real man who did it to her all the time. No it couldn't be her father! No one would ever want to do it with her own father!
"What's the matter?" he asked, cocking his head to one side, then quietly added: "So she told you, did she? I warned her to never tell anyone. What did she say?"
"Please, Mr. Thompson, you're hurting me," she whimpered and tried to escape his heavy hand gripping her shoulder. "She didn't tell me anything, really. All she ever said was that she had a secret lover. She never said who it was, I swear!"
"Yeah, but you know now, don't you?" he whispered while one hand tugged at the shoulder of her robe and his other hand fumbled with the loosely tied belt. "I suppose, though, that it doesn't matter really. You know that I screw my daughter, and you've probably guessed by now that I want to screw you, too."
"No, no," she whimpered, trying desperately to stop his hands from pulling her robe off, but inch by inch the cloth was coming away, exposing her naked flesh to the sexually aroused eyes of her girlfriend's father. "Please stop. Please!"
His hands were winning easily, and in a moment he jerked the front of the robe off the struggling girl and threw it on the floor. Searching, admiring, his eyes roamed over her naked young body as he devoured her eighteen-year-old beauty. Her breasts were full and firm, their nipples tightening and rising with fear and the cool rush of air that covered them as she trembled on the couch next to him. He could see them jiggle and his eyes lowered from their succulent roundness over the gentle swell of her belly to the soft triangle of pubic hairs between her thighs.
"You're just like Shirley," he whispered through his open, panting lips. "Except that you're a blonde, a real blonde. Her pussy's covered with black hair, soft and curly, but your pussy's blonde like cornsilk, clean and fresh with moisture....
"Please don't. Please!" she wailed as his obscene words pounded at her ears, but he paid no attention to her desperate pleas. Instead, he ran his hands quickly over her exposed nakedness to the pointing tips of her firm young breasts, stroking and pinching while she squirmed against the couch to escape his teasing fingers. Her whimpering urged him to squeeze and knead the plain white flesh harder, and with a sadistic grin he pinched them to hardness until she screamed with pain.
"Oowww!" she wailed at the jagged shocks of pain that burned at the tips of her taut pink nipples. He can't do this! He's Shirley's father! But as she struggled her fears told her that she would lose her futile batde, and she felt his hot lips suddenly burn into the tender flesh of her jiggling breasts as he enveloped them with his mouth and began to suck voraciously at the hardened tips. His moist tongue twirled around the pointed tips and saliva rolled out of the corners of his mouth, dropping onto her heaving belly. It was awful, awful! Yet the girl couldn't ignore the rapidly growing tingles of erotic sensation that were trembling in her succulent breasts and quivering thighs. They were the same ripples of aroused desire that she had always felt with Hank, but now she was about to be raped by her girlfriend's father and she wanted to fight her uncontrollable desires. It was wrong, not like love at all. It was just sex, perverted and unwanted, but no matter what her brandy-clouded mind told her, she could not refuse to recognize the smoldering embers of passion that slowly grew in response to his obscene sucking.
"You taste just like Shirley," he mumbled as he lifted his black curly head from her breasts. "She's got tits just like yours, full and firm, easy to suck. I'll bet she'd love to be here now so I could suck both of you."
He seemed to be riding on a drunken euphoria of rising passion, totally unaware of what he was doing to the helpless young girl that he had pinioned on his couch.
His mind was saturated with a drunken desire to spread the naked girl wide across the cushions and sink the rigid throbbing hardness of his penis into her almost innocent vagina. She wasn't just any girl: she was his daughter's best friend, and that perverted fact made her even more exciting to his mounting desire.
"Don't be frightened," he whispered as she moaned a terrified gasp. "I don't want to hurt you. I just want to fuck you, and I know that won't hurt your little pussy, not after what you've told me tonight. You're no virgin, even if you are only eighteen, and we both know that you're going to enjoy this as much as I am."
Shaking her head in a frenzied denial of his awful words, she suddenly felt herself moving and opened her eyes to see him pulling her down onto the heated softness of the couch. He tugged her gently until she lay stretched out below him, then he leaned back and placed his strong masculine hands on her quivering thighs, running them slowly to the sensual crest of her hips.
"Mmmmmmmmm," came a throaty growl from his throat as he salaciously toyed there for a teasing moment, then slid his hand over the pliant smoothness of her lower abdomen to the blonde triangle of silken pubic hairs that curled lightly over the quivering lips of her moist pink vagina. Slowly his tormenting fingers sought the warm dampness between her nether lips, and then wriggled into the slippery crevice and sighed with a long, exhilarating gasp as he felt the tender flesh give way to his excited touch.
"Nooo!" she gasped suddenly as a wave of erotic electrifying sensation crashed through her loins, and she frantically jerked her legs up, hitting him in the chest and almost knocking him off the couch. A wild painful grunt snorted from his surprised mouth and he fell roughly on top of her struggling naked body, pinioning her arms to the sofa while he brutally rammed one knee between her thrashing thighs and held her completely still.
"Little bitch!" he panted. "Who the hell do you think you're kidding? You'r-er a girl with a woman's body and I'm going to teach you what a woman's body is for: fucking! That's all, just fucking. You and I both know it, so stop trying to fight me!"
Ida shuddered and rolled her head from side to side in a futile effort to drown out the shattering truth of his words. More and more she was beginning to realize that the only thing men ever wanted from her or any other girl was sex. Nothing more, just sex! What's happened to love and feelings and me? she cried to herself in a frustrated prayer that wanted an answer so desperately. But the only answer she heard was his voice gravely threatening her.
"Now if you make one more sound, or try any more of your cheap tricks to get out of here, I'm going to knock the shit out of your pretty little face! Do you understand!"
"Yes, yes," she gasped helplessly. "Please don't hurt me anymore. I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say."
"Good," he said perfunctorily and released his painful grip from her defenseless body.
Her hands immediately went to the pain on each of her arms and she rubbed at the throbbing hurt as she watched him standing beside the couch. He was rocking back and forth, barely able to stand because of the large quantity of brandy that rolled around in the dazed drunkenness of his head. Fighting for balance, he tugged the turtle-neck sweater off over his head, then fumbled with his belt, unbuckling it with a jerking motion and quickly unzipping his trousers. Ida gasped as she stared at the throbbing bulge in his shorts, and her eyes opened as large as quarters when he pulled his shorts down his muscular legs, freeing his his pulsing instrument from its restraining clothing.
God, it was big-too big for her! she moaned in her mind as her gaze remained glued to the swaying penis that jutted out from his hair-covered groin. It was so long, longer than Hank's or any of the boys' organs that she had seen at the party, and thick, as thick as her wrist! He was coming closer and she wriggled involuntarily away from him as the huge erect organ jerked in the air, its flesh-colored base growing out to the engorged purplish head. She could see its blood-filled veins pulsing from the rapid thumping of his heart in a threatening display of its living, aching power. She wanted to run, to flee the impending danger of his fearful penis, but the memory of his warning reminded her that there would be no escape.
A gasp of impatience chortled from his throat as he kneeled on the couch and grabbed both of her slender ankles, pulling her ivory thighs straight and spreading them apart.
His grip was brutal and it hurt, but she stifled a plea for mercy and cringed as he climbed onto the couch and began settling his long nakedness between her trembling legs. He slithered down on top of her, rubbing the turgid flesh of his swaying penis against her tender naked flesh, spreading a wet string of seminal fluid along her thighs as he moved. He was ready now, ready to fuck this hot little teen-age girl just like he fucked her girlfriend, his daughter! He loved the power and command that he held over young girls as they cowered below him in their terrified nakedness, afraid of his gigantic cock and the brutal fucking he would give them. Ida and his daughter weren't the only girls he had overpowered. And they certainly wouldn't be the last, he thought with an obscene grin as he devoured the girl's helpless trembling body beneath him.
Her breasts jutted straight up, full and round, their tips swollen with fear and the excited anticipation of rape, and then he fell on them, crushing their fullness with his falling weight.
"No, please," she moaned but knew it was no use. His hands were roving over her frightened flesh, finding tender spots to pinch and pull while he sought the glowing flower of her vaginal lips. She wanted to stop his relentless pursuit of her young moist vagina and squeezed her thighs together in a futile effort to close him out, but it was hopeless. He had her squirming body pinioned so tightly against the warmth of the couch that she could do nothing to resist but think, and her mind was losing its battle to ward off the impending rape by his thick rigid penis as he searched for her quivering hair-covered cuntal lips that would soon open to his insistent passion.
She cringed and bucked her hips upward to escape his brutally searching fingers, but he had already found her soft, silken curl of pubic hairs and slid his nails through the downy fur into her quivering pink crevice, teasingly rubbing at the wetness that welcomed him.
"Oh, oh, oh," she mewled at the torturous twitches of perverted erotica that rained through her helpless, open legs.
He grinned and rubbed more frantically over the swollen bud of her aching clitoris until, with one driving thrust, he sank his middle finger past the open lips of her hair-lined pussy and plunged it into the smooth, wet channel of her vagina.
"Aaagghhh!" she wailed painfully, but he kept thrusting, pushing his finger deeper into her tortured passage as it involuntarily clamped its wet aching walls around the finger, sucking it further into die deep well of her mounting desire. He ground it around, then slipped a second finger alongside the first and heard her squeal as the agonizing instruments wormed back and forth in her ravished cunt. There seemed to be no-respite, no let-up in the growing sensuous pressure that built in her quivering belly, pleading to be released.
His body was engulfed with a lustful raging fire of passion as he looked down on her helplessly squirming hips and he could think of nothing but driving his huge aching cock into the clasping wetness of her cunt. He wanted to thrust, plunge, and ram his huge organ into her young, defenseless vagina until he spilled the seeds of his lust into the deepest confines of her trembling hair-lined hole.
With a moist, lewd sucking sound he pulled his two ravaging fingers from the hot wetness of her vagina and reached for the fiery hardness of his penis, at the same time falling roughly on top of her and sliding the engorged throbbing prick toward the pink open lips of the quivering passage between her widespread legs.
He leaned over her, poised his hips for the first brutal assault, then slammed his weight down ward, plunging his thick massive cock into the quivering, hair-lined lips of her cunt. Ida screamed as a surge of ripping pain seared through the depths of her belly, and she vainly fought the plunging thrusts of the driving prick between her thrashing legs. He was pushing, ramming his straining weapon into her aching wet channel like a battering ram, seeming to rip at the quivering pink lips as he slipped past them into the clasping depths of her defenseless, ravaged pussy. She groaned at the tremendous savage thrusting, trying to move her hips frantically away from his intruding weapon, but the lust-maddened rapist increased his obscene pressure as he felt her squirm helplessly beneath him. Faster, harder, he drove the crushing weight of his throbbing cock deep into her heaving belly.
His savage thrusting had knocked the wind out of her and she tried vainly to gasp for breath, but no sound could be heard in the room except the obscene clapping of their sweating nakedness as their bodies slapped together in a pounding rhythm of crazed lust. Shirley's father slowed his bludgeoning piston until he now crouched over the helplessly moving Ida, motionless with his swollen, pulsating penis buried deep inside her damp, clasping passage. His face was buried between the two upraised mounds of her succulent breasts and he began to suck one, then the other in an obscene display of wanton passion, licking, sucking and pulling at her taut jiggling breasts until waves of unwanted erotic desire began to flame through her helplessly skewered flesh.
Ida squirmed and threw her hips upward trying to buck his lust-maddened penis out of her ravaged, hair-covered orifice, but her thrashing only excited him more.
"Now you've got it ... buck ... wiggle your ass! Oh yeah, faster, faster...." he panted through his heaving breaths as he felt her thrashing hips pulling and bending his long, rigid penis. He began to meet her rhythm, unable to hold himself back any longer as he fucked wildly into the soft confines of her wet, open vagina. His fingers raked her softness of her clinching buttocks, squeezing the jerking white flesh as the girl bucked helplessly beneath him. He knew her moral resistance was falling away rapidly as he battered the deep hidden knot of her cervix with his ramming cock's blood-filled head.
Shirley's father had conquered one more helpless young girl, and the exalted feeling of power surged through his thrusting loins and he began to plunge harder and more frantically into the open, clasping pinkness of her defenseless vagina.
"Aaaahhhhhhr Ida wailed and contorted her face with the last ounce of resistance. Her wide-stretched vagina was flaming with a raging fire of unwanted lust as his massive penis drove mercilessly into her clenching depths like a huge drill searching for the juices of her passion. She tried to struggle away from the tormenting organ but every frantic movement of her young body caused another multitude of lusting sparks to quiver through her splayed thighs and incited her girlfriend's father to greater heights of abandoned sexual ecstasy.
She felt him reach beneath her thrashing buttocks and grab the two white shimmering orbs with both hands and pull her fitfully upward to meet his slamming hips.
The sofa creaked and strained as he pummeled her helpless channel with his massive penis, filling her smooth wet passage with its turgid thickness. She could hear her tormenter's bone-shaking moans shattering her ears, and felt for a moment that his brutal, raping prick was going to split her open and destroy the only treasure that she owned, her sacred, moist, sexual well. But the huge cudgel seemed to drive its rubbery head almost all the way to her throat as she groaned beneath his crushing weight Half-conscious through her disjointed perception she tried to think of Hank, of love, of something that would hold her back from the terrifying brink of insanity, but nothing came to help her tortured thoughts-only the choking gasps of breath that punctuated the stillness in her mind.
"Uuuuuggghhhh!" she groaned, knowing that she had been defeated by the driving weapon that pounded between her widespread thighs. While he buffeted against her hair-covered pussy, slamming his throbbing cock into her defenseless cunt, there seemed to be nothing left on earth but the terrible pounding in the depths of her shaking belly.
"Aaaagghhhhhh!" he suddenly wailed at the tremendous pressure that ached in his balls, and with one hip-locking stab he thrust his jerking cock completely into her ravaged vagina, spreading the glistening lips with its broad pulsing hilt.
Now!
His buttocks clenched uncontrollably as the flood burst from his swollen testicles and erupted into a torrent of molten white sperm spewing into the ravaged confines of her tortured channel. He jerked again and again as his whole body twitched, filling her fiery passage with his spewing juices until, with one last rasping groan he shot the last jet of his seed between her wide-stretched cuntal lips and collapsed on top of her trembling nakedness.
Ida bit her hp to fight the burning ache of passion fluttering in her vagina. She could feel the smooth wet walls clasping around his rapidly deflating penis in an involuntarily effort to keep it hard, and fought the lewd desire that burned in her loins. Her body wanted its climax, but her mind fought and held control over her excited senses and forced the tremors to slowly subside.
Then, suddenly, as she listened to his heavy breathing on top of her she heard Shirley's sensuous voice break her concentration with a delighted squeal.
"Daddy! That was wonderful!"