But she was too terrified of him to offer any deliberate resistance, and she pulled her arms down to her sides as soon as she had a chance to make a conscious decision on the matter.
Her robe fell open down the front, revealing her. Her pussy was right there, open and inviting, and his property. Max placed his hand between her tits and shoved hard, driving her back to the bed. Her knees connected with it, and she sat down hard, almost bouncing up off of the bed again. She lay back on it, then, evidently thinking that was what be wanted her to do, and hoping that if she presented herself this way it would take his mind off of the other business, the calculated cruelty, for a while. And she was right, he thought with a kind of passion-fogged glee.
He dropped his gun on the floor and kicked off his shoes. It seemed to take him forever to strip, although it was probably done in a matter of seconds. He ripped open his belt and shoved his pants down over his hips, then his shorts. He didn't bother with anything else. His shirt buttons would just have to dig into her, he thought happily. He came to her, his cock already stiff and hard and throbbing with desire. He stood over her for a moment, looming above her, and saw the fear in her eyes. She seemed to shrink a little, actually to lose size as she looked up at him. Max realized that the heavy, throbbing desire in him must have made his face look heavy and brooding and very frightening to a young girl like her. Well, that was well and good.
He threw himself on her all at once, coming down on her hard. She cried out as his hard, heavy frame struck her, drove her into the mattress. He could feel the softness, the warmth of her thighs under him, as they flailed for a second in her surprise and pain. Then she lay very still under him. Her pussy was just above the level of his cock, and he could feet the hairiness of it, the bristly hair rubbing against his lower belly. His cock was between her legs, jutting stiffly toward the bed beneath her.
She was breathing hard and fast and shallowly, trying to suck in air against the force of his weight atop her. Max let his body relax, covering her and driving the wind from her. She whimpered, but she didn't dare object. He thought, she'd probably die from suffocation before she'd say anything to me about it. He felt a new excitement at the thought, and at the contact of her body. Her breasts pressed against him through his undershirt. He slipped his hands between their bodies and cupped her tits in them for a moment, then squeezed, squeezed hard, until he could feel his fingertips through the flesh of her mounds, and she screamed again. That's it, he thought, mike some noise, bitch. The screams he dragged from her were like rewards, little tokens for his efforts, and he enjoyed them thoroughly. He wondered, for a moment, just how her older sister was reacting to the sounds of those screams, but it really didn't matter because she was one person who was definitely cowed. She was the one who could be counted on to give them no trouble at all. She made her decision, and he was certain she would stick to it. It was little Sally here, he thought, terrified as she was, who would turn on them if given the chance.
He grabbed her ears in his hands, twisting them cruelly, and turning her face up to his. He ground his mouth down on her own, pushing his tongue deep inside and lasting her mouth deeply like a fine wine. Sally seemed to go stiff and almost dead under him at that, as though she hadn't expected it, and as though it was almost more than she could bear, Max kissed her again, just as intimately, just as roughly, making her plainly his property, his toy, before he went any further.
He raised his hips, and she lay very still, as though fighting herself to keep from offering any resistance to him. He took his prick in his hands and centered it on the slit between her legs, holding it there for a moment, enjoying himself, enjoying the anticipation of this invasion of her, body. Then he pushed it into her, just a little at first, holding it there, then pressing deeper.
Sally cried out as though in pain, although he was sure that she wasn't feeling any pain from this act. It was mental, he thought, the realization that she was all his now, that she was property instead of a person, that she had no rights left, no humanity, and he could do as he pleased with her.
He pushed his cock all the way into her then, clear to the root, and lay atop her as he had before, his full weight on her, his cock deep into her, and she lay completely still, her hands on his shoulders now, as though they were the only part of her body that wanted him in her now. There was a physical desire in her now, and a feeling of pleasure at their connection. Even while she wanted to end it, to push him away, she was feeling a real conflict of desires, and he was all the more excited at the thought.
He gave her a little push, ramming his cock in and withdrawing it slightly; then he lay still again, maintaining the connection, but not moving in her. Sally gave a little cry of pleasure and surprise, but she didn't move, didn't respond in any other way, except for a little shiver that passed over her body.
He could hear her breathing loud in his ears, double loud, as though it were being amplified. Despite her fear and the pain she was experiencing at that moment from the death clutch he had on her tits, she was responding to his prick in her. She was a hot little bitch, he thought, the kind who just couldn't help liking it, regardless of the circumstances. No doubt it ran in the family, since her big sister had proved to be the same type.
He lay still for a while, relishing the feeling of being in her, enjoying his possession of her, and then he began to fuck her slowly, raising his hips and lowering them just a little, making little plunging motions in her snatch, and sending little ripples of joy through her tiny frame. She moaned sweetly, her breath playing warmly over his ear and through his hair. He dug his fingers more deeply into her breasts and twisted cruelly, wringing a cry of pain from her. At the instant of the cry, he rammed his cock into her belly as deeply as he could, and as quickly. The mixture of pain and undeniable pleasure wrought a strange reaction from her. She twisted her body, her hips writhing under him, and her hands clamped down on his shoulders, the fingers digging through until he could feel the pressure clear into his bones.
She took a mouthful of his neck and bit until he grunted in sweet pain and rammed the cock into her again, just as hard as before, and maybe just a little harder. The pleasure and excitement made him stronger in his thrust than he had been the time before.
Sally cried out aloud that time, and her body squirmed under his. Her legs rose and circled his waist at a low point, then curled downward to lock around his own legs. He could feel her belly flat against his, and her body surged toward him for pleasure, for the joy that he was bringing her.
Max's hands slipped from her tits, and he felt a deep sigh of relief move through her at the release of the painful grip. He slipped the hands under her, embracing her, and she molded to him, softening even as she tensed against him, becoming one with him, their bodies fusing and merging.
'Uh… uh… uh!' she cried as he began to fuck her in earnest, ramming his cock into her with greater and greater force, pushing and pulling with greater and greater rapidity. 'Oh, God,' her voice moaned in his ear. 'Oh, yes, God, yes, now…' She went on in an ecstatic babble as the pleasure took possession of her. Max felt the pleasure building up in his own body, too, building up and up until he could hardly stand it, and he knew that it would soon be too much to contain. He tightened himself against it holding back until he thought he would burst from the effort.
'Oh, God!' She screamed it now, as the pleasure grew too powerful for her to keep back any longer. 'OH GOD, NOW!' She screamed on and on, and finally he knew that he was unable to hold it any longer, and he let it out all at once, his come flooding her belly, filling her with the hot, white cream that flowed from his loins and into hers, and her legs tightened in their grip about his, until her soft skin felt like a harsh, rasping sandpaper, so hard was it rubbing against him. He could feel her sweat-slicked body under his, writhing with joy uncontrollable, and he rammed his cock into her for three more hard, fast thrusts before it went flaccid. Another shot of come drove into her, and she cried out one last time, not as loudly as the other times but still loud enough to be heard all over the house.
He pulled out of her and lay beside her, looking up at the ceiling. He could tell that her body was relaxed beside him, and while he relaxed himself he was still ready for any sudden tensing of her, any movement that might take her closer to that gun on the floor.
'You know,' he said after a while, 'I guess you're just about the nicest fuck a guy could ask for. Even when you don't want to do it you're just naturally good at it.'
She looked away from him, and he knew that he had said just the right thing, the thing that would make her feel the worst, the cheapest. He laughed a deep, rolling laugh and rose from the bed. Walking about the bedroom, he watched her from the corner of his eye. He was testing her, waiting to see if she would make a go for the gun.
'Forget it,' she said after a while. 'I'm not going to try for it. Not while you're expecting it. If I ever make a go for a gun, it will be when I have a good chance of getting to it. And then, you'd better pray to whatever God answers the prayers of crumbs like you that I don't get there, because you won't live for a second after I do.'
Max felt a flood of anger, partly at the fact that he had been so transparent to her, and partly at what she
