'He's th-threatening me… trying to make me tell… wh-what you…' Marcy started.
'Shut up, Marcy!' the tall youth shouted. '… Anyway, I didn't say anything… that wasn't the truth.'
'You did tell her, though?' Don choked. 'You lousy son-of-a-bitch!'
Don was on his feet, instantly, a red veil of anger in his snapping eyes. He balled his fists and attacked with fury. Two hard-swinging blows brought the gangly youth down. Ray fell, heavily, to the floor, blood welling from nose and mouth. He was unconscious.
Don looked down on his crumpled figure, contemptuously, 'Some Goddamned friend you turned out to be… you bastard!'
Turning back to Marcy, he grunted, 'You ready… now?'
She looked at him in wide-eyed terror. 'Y-You won't h-hurt me?'
'Start talking, bitch!'
She put on a fetching smile, stood to her feet and came across the living room to him. Her arms went around him and she lifted her mouth to him to be kissed. Damn! She was desirable… but he would not allow himself to be distracted… yet.
Her naked loins undulated against the growing bulge inside his jeans, and unconsciously, his arms went around her, his hands grasping a white, smoothly rounded buttock in each. He dug in, hard, the satiny flesh rolling out in ridges between his strong fingers. Her hips jerked in toward him, and lie held her tight while she writhed up against him.
He grated in her ear, 'Later with the sex… Right now, you're telling me all that louse told you!'
Marcy gasped, 'He d-didn't tell me v-very much…'
Suddenly, Don raised one hand and gave her a short, hard smack on her full, rounded buttocks. 'What?' he demanded.
'OOooh! P-Please, don't h-hurt me…! I'll tell you! H-He said that you're l-laying your s-sister, Charity… a-and that b-both of y-you fucked h-her… at the s-same t-time…'
'Is that all?'
'Y-Yes… that's all except he w-was bragging about how he d-did it…' she added.
'Now, listen!' Don ground out at her, holding her out at arm's length, his hands grasping her arms above the elbows. 'Don't ever tell anybody else… or by God, I'll…' He didn't finish. He was not sure what he could do… short of beating her — or killing her — to keep her quiet. It was a monstrous thought, and he recoiled from it.
'Or you'll wh-what…?' she trembled.
Her beautiful, naked body, quivering in his grasp, suddenly inflamed and incited him. Goddamn it! He had to have her!
'I'll show you, you bitch! I'm going to fuck you… until you can't walk straight!'
Marcy's eyes smoldered with instant desire. 'Maybe y-you can… and maybe you c-can't!' she challenged.
The memory of the vicious, humiliating beating Don had suffered because of this girl turned him mean and hard. This was his chance! He'd even the score, once and for all.
'Don't be so damned smug about it… because you're going to get it rammed up into that teasing little belly of yours like you've never had it before!'
With a sudden movement which took her completely by surprise, Don caught her by one wrist, as he released her upper arms, and twisted her arm behind her, turning her so that her back was toward him. Holding the armlock, he walked her down the hall and into the master bedroom, the same one he had been in with Charity and Ray during the afternoon.
Marcy's automatic reaction was to cry out, but as she started to scream, Don clamped a hand over her mouth, while it was still in her throat. 'Not one sound, bitch!' he commanded.
He flung her headlong into a heap on the big bed. Instinctively, she curled herself into a protective ball. She didn't know what to expect from him… a beating… or sexual ravishment. He was acting like a madman.
Then Don stepped back and stripped off his jacket. The butt of the.38 stuck in the waistband of his jeans attracted her attention; her eyes rounded in real fright. He saw her reaction at the sight of the gun and reached down to remove it. Holding it up to her he chortled, 'Nice… huh? It's a great little equalizer! Nobody'll ever get the chance to beat me up, again… like Jack Roberts and his goons!'
'Y-You w-wouldn't use th-that… would y-you?'
'Damned right… I'll use it… if I have to…!' He laid the pistol on the double dresser.
She was cowed and he knew it. He went on, commandingly, 'Turn over on your back… and spread those long legs of yours all the way out to the sides of the bed!'
Marcy hesitated for a split second; then as she saw his glowering face and heard the steely tone of his voice, she moved to obey him, turning her body and arranging herself in the way he directed. There was something in his forcefulness, his commanding way that ignited a spark of desire in her. She had never before been treated in this manner; always before, she, herself, had been the dominant one.
Now, she watched in fascination as Don unbuttoned his jeans, reached into his fly, and unsheathed his long, tumescent cock. It stood out, spearingly, from his loins, and she could see a few tufts of his pubic hair at the base of it. Wrapping a fist around its girth, he pulled the foreskin back to reveal the reddish-purple, blood-engorged head.
Suddenly, he was on the bed, still fully clothed, his boots mussing the bedclothes, as he wedged himself between her outspread legs. He used a hand to guide his throbbing prick into the soft, hair-fringed opening of her cunt. Then, with a forceful thrust of his strong, young hips, he drove the anger-hardened member deep up into her dry, and as yet, unwanting vagina.
She gasped with the pain and surprise of his vicious, unprepared intrusion. It felt to her as if a great, unpeeled log had been rammed into her.
'OOOoooh! Oh, God… D-Don! Th-That h-hurts!'
'Just lay there and take it, you bitch!' he grimaced.
Tears came to her eyes and rolled down her cheeks, as she realized his intentions. He was raping her… punishing her for the things she had done to him before.
Her thighs quivered and she felt them spread even more cruelly apart as his weight bore down on her forcing his huge, hardened rod of flesh deeper into her, searing her tender passage with hot pain. Her vaginal canal was being punished beyond reason; the huge cock invading her felt like hot, abrasive sandpaper as it went in ever deeper and deeper. Finally, the spongy head of his prick flicked her cervix and moved on past to lodge, solidly, against the farthest recess of her vaginal vault, and the rough material of his jeans, the buttons of his fly, smacked solidly up against the soft, resilient flesh of her sparsely hair-ringed pussy.
Moans of pain issued from her lips. She begged, 'D-Don… p-please… not like th-this…'
He didn't hear her. There was only one thing he wanted to do, now. He was going to screw her like a fuck machine until she begged for mercy. I'll fix her! The little bitch! She's had this coming for a long time!
Then, not caring, not waiting for her natural lubrication, he withdrew until only the head of his lust-inflamed cock remained within her chafed, tender passage; with insane force he rammed it home in her, again and again, his prick a punishing cudgel in her inflamed passage.
Again, she groaned, aloud. This time, though, it was a groan of growing arousal… mixed with the terrible pain of his tormenting member as it pounded in and out of her tortured cuntal canal.
Finally, tiny droplets of viscous lubricant exuded from the walls of her vagina, and the pain became less and less, the penetration of his ravishing prick deeper and deeper; she felt as though she were being split asunder each time his loins, still fully clothed, slammed into her nakedly soft genitals.
Gritting his teeth against the chafing discomfort his precipitous entrance was causing him, also, Don fucked in and out of her, all his pentup fury concentrated in the punishing drubbing he was giving her. His hands gripped her body, squeezing her with sadistic force, then he dropped his body full upon her, taking a berrylike nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it until it grew and expanded, the areola puckering against his lips. Animalistic growls came from deep in his throat. Suddenly, he wanted to hurt her. He bit at the nipple and felt his teeth break the skin. His mouth was flooded with the salty taste of her blood.
'AAAAAaaaaaggggh!' Marcy screamed. 'P-Please… Don… dooooon't…!'
His bite hurt her. Unexplainably, though, lightning sensations slashed at her. God! She had never had it like this! He's raping me… b-but I want him to… I–I want him to fuck me u-until… I can't stand it… anymore!
