Butch threw his head back and laughed like hell. He hooked his sausage fingers over the wispy panties at the girl's hip and gave a tug, hardly more than a flexing of his hand really. The panties parted in a couple of places at once and fell away. Connie screamed and threw her hands across her eyes and turned her head away.
The patch of red hair winked out at them. She held her legs close together, trying to hide herself as much as possible. Butch placed his hands on her knees and pushed her knees apart. Connie tried to resist the opening of her thighs to the crowd of people looking at her. Max saw the trembling along her thighs that betrayed the muscular action. He laughed at the pathetic tightening of those muscles against Butch's strength.
'I wouldn't give Butch any bullshit, Connie,' he said. 'As I told you, he doesn't know his own strength. He's likely to break one of those pretty little legs, and getting fucked by a man who weighs as much as he does can't be fun when you have a broken thigh-bone.' She hung her head, still covering her face, and allowed her pussy to be opened to their inspection. 'Turn her around, Butch,' Max suggested. 'Let's see about that freckled ass.'
Butch picked her up and spun her around so quickly it wrenched a gasp from the girl. She was whipped about like a rag doll, and bent over Butch's legs. Her ass, pulled tight, was on display.
'Let's get a close look,' Pete said, and walked over to where Butch was sitting. Max followed him. They looked at Connie's ass from a distance of a couple of feet. 'By God, you're right,' Pete said. 'There are some freckles on it.'
Connie's body pitched, as though she were struggling to keep from vomiting. The position she was in, and her fear and humiliation, were probably as much as the girl could bear.
'Why don't you show her how it's done, Butch?' Max suggested. 'Sweet little thing like that probably doesn't know a thing about sex. Do her a favor.' Pete looked at Max, and Max saw a surge of excitement in his eyes. A blue show was just what the party needed, of course. Max had had a hard-on since the first tear had been made in the dress, and he could see, on the periphery of his vision, a bulge in Pete's pants, too.
Butch picked Connie up again and set her on his knee in the original position. He reached up and gave her bra a tug. It tore instantly, both in front, between the cups, and in back, near the clasps. What had been a dainty garment an instant before was suddenly just a handful of lacy cloth.
Lovely breasts, young and creamy, with just a few freckles on them, jiggled invitingly. Butch got up and threw her to the couch. There was no gentleness in his actions now. The big bastard was horny, and when he got horny, Max knew, he just got meaner. Connie landed on the couch belly down, but she scrambled into a sitting position a second later. She looked around the room with a dazed expression on her face, as though the jar from hitting the couch had knocked her brain loose.
Butch was already polling off his clothes. He yanked the top button of his pants loose and yanked the zipper down so fast it came off the track. Max had to laugh at his impatience. He looked like some kind of rutting gorilla, bigger than any man had a right to be, and all hairy. The scars on his legs were livid and white, and showed through the thick black hair in a very uninviting way. He yanked his shirt over his head, ripping it, and sending buttons flying like shrapnel. They made tinkling noises as they hit the floor. Connie looked at the huge, hairy body coming into view before her, and a look of panic spread across her face. What had been imminent a moment before was now here, and she looked like she still couldn't believe that such a thing could happen to her. Butch tore off his undershirt, and then ripped away the boxer shorts he had taken off the old fat guy the night before. They gave with a kind of scream, a ripping sound that seemed to fill the room.
Max had seen Butch in the shower a lot of times, and the sight of his cock was always startling, even when it was soft. Even soft, it looked as if it weighed two pounds. Now it was hard and erect. It stood out from his woolly belly like something that had been sunk there in cement. You could have hung a steel helmet on it. To a young, tiny girl like Connie it must have looked ten times bigger.
She drew back into the couch for a moment, then made a crazy go for the double doors leading to the screened porch. She didn't even make a whole step, of course. Despite his bulk, Butch could move with the deceptive speed of in alligator. He was in front of her before her ass cleared the couch, and he shoved her back down so hard she bounced three times. The springs in the couch groaned, and it slid back hard against the wall.
Naked, Butch was an impressive sight, maybe a disgusting sight, depending on your point of view. He towered over the couch, six feet six inches of meat and muscle and stupidity — plain, vicious orneriness. His eyes were fastened on Connie, and he was smiling that empty smile again, but with a difference. He looked like a man who had set a course that couldn't be changed by anything less than his death. Max felt excitement fill his own body, and he saw Pete back up a little, licking his lips.
Connie looked around again. 'Please,' she sobbed, almost incoherently. 'Please, isn't anyone going to help me?' The words showed that she really hadn't been able to accept the fact that this was going to happen. She was probably a pampered little thing who had never undergone anything really unpleasant in her useless, youthful life, Max thought. Well, this would be a good lesson for her, just before that life ended. A few days before it ended.
Butch threw himself on her, covering her, blocking her from view for a moment, before he rearranged himself on her. She screamed again, and then she was struggling, trying to fight him off. It was like a mouse struggling in the jaws of a panther.
She tried to keep her legs together, but one of Butch's massive thighs drove between them, and he was suddenly right there, ready to get into her. She was still fighting, but it was all hands sliding over his shoulders now, and a useless flexing of her body under his, as she tried to squirm loose. Butch crossed a forearm over her throat and leaned on it, cutting off her wind and pinning her to the cushions beneath, and with the other hand he grabbed that impossibly large cock. He pushed his other leg in between hers, forcing her to spread wider. Then he centered his cock on her pussy and brought his weight down on it all at once.
She almost passed out, of course. She must have been a virgin, Max decided, and the pain had been almost too much for her. Her eyes glazed, and she went as rigid as a plaster statue for a moment as Butch's oversized prick ripped into her, stretching and tearing tissue in one short, ripping thrust.
Butch's voice came out in a grunt of pleasure, and the smile on his face went even more vacant than before. His eyes closed for a moment and then opened halfway. He started to fuck, his big hams moving up and down over the girl, and Connie screamed with pain, the humiliation of the act probably not meaning anything much to her now. It would return later, but at the moment she was going through more pain all at once than she had felt collectively up till now in her whole life. The pain was doubtless all she could cope with without the embarrassment she had known a moment before.
She spread her legs wider now without any prompting from Butch. She was trying to open herself a little to relieve the agony that was filling her crotch. She screamed constantly, just stopping long enough to fill her lungs.
As Butch reached his climax his hands covered Connie's tits and clamped down hard, and the screaming came even faster for a moment, even more intense. His meaty fingers buried themselves in the soft flesh, almost disappearing.
Connie's face was a mask, a picture of agony. She twisted her head back and forth under the big, empty face above her, screaming out her pain, and then she just laid her head back against the cushion and clamped her eyes tight. The screams subsided, finally, as her voice grew more and more hoarse. She whimpered, as though she had given up the screams, given up caring, and just wanted the pain to end.
Butch was as strong in the, gonads, apparently, as he was in the muscles. He kept up the fucking for a long time. Finally, he let out a big grunt, his body stiffened, and his big, bare belly quivered, and spilled his load into the girl. A different sound escaped her throat at the same time, a sound of surprise, as the come flooded hotly into her belly, and then she turned her face to the back of the couch and sobbed quietly.
Butch climbed off her and looked around the room with a grin, as though he had done something particularly clever. Connie didn't move, except for the quivers that passed over her from time to time. Her crotch, and the couch under her ass, were covered with blood. Max walked over to the couch.
'All right, get up,' he said.
'Leave her alone,' Julie demanded, and when he looked at her she blanched only slightly. She was horrified that Max should expect the girl to move, more horrified than she had been by the rape itself. Or maybe it was just that Butch was such an animal no one expected anything but animal behavior from him. Max walked over to Julie very calmly anti slapped her across the face. He brought his palm across her face in a vicious swiping motion, and then, before she could recover, he backhanded her.
'Just what the fuck makes you think you're giving the orders around here?' he asked quietly. Julie's hands had
