Paul Gable
Raped daughter, roped mother
CHAPTER ONE
'Yaggghh!' Dina Moulton wailed. She stumbled backward, doubled over, clutching her stomach. Dina's long blonde hair whipped across her face. He had hit her! He actually punched her in the belly! The terrorized teenager fought for breath and balance.
'Goddamned dumb slut!'
A nightmare! That's what this was. Some stupid nightmare from which she'd awaken, dripping wet, with a scream exploding in her throat. But her bruised flesh and her struggle for breath were too real to be same terrible dream.
'Stop it,' she demanded, shaking the hair from her face and confronting her attacker. 'Don't… don't hurt, me. Oh please.'
Her voice trailed off into a whimper.
It just couldn't be true. Things like this happened to other people, in newspaper stories she gawked over every morning while her mother fixed breakfast. A horror like this couldn't happen to her.
'Go and beg, you little bitch,' the big man snarled, his lips curling into an evil smile. Dina trembled, shrinking back. Her forehead wrinkled with terror while her eyes bulged.
'Oh please,' she whispered.
Her mother had gone out on a date, her very first one with a man from her office. She had been so nervous, fluttering around the bedroom, trying on one dress after another while Dina helped as best she could. It was almost like a prom night or something.
And then this… this had to happen.
There had been sounds in the kitchen. Then Dina turned off the television set. Fear crept over her as she moved quietly to the phone.
But the burglar had spotted her before she had a chance to dial, tearing the receiver from her hand and flinging it against the wall. Now the frightened teen stood in the middle of the living room, still trying to catch her breath. Her mind raced crazily as she wondered what this brute in a stocking cap was going to do.
'Saw your old lady go out. She gonna be gone for a while?' he asked.
Dina shook her head rapidly, thinking he might leave her alone if he thought her mother would be returning soon.
'Liar! She was all dolled up, man,' he yelled, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. 'She's out for the fuckin' night, and you're here all alone, baby… all alone with me.'
Dina felt sick. He reached up, pulling the stocking slowly off his head and tucking the garment into his pocket. Then the dark haired burglar unzipped his jacket and slid it off. For a moment the girl couldn't pick up on what was going to happen, until she saw the impression of a thick roll of cockmeat pressing against the front of his Levi's. Like lightning she was stricken with the possibility of being raped.
'Oh… oh no…' she moaned.
There had been break-ins in the neighborhood. One woman several blocks down had been beaten and raped. But things like that happened in Los Angeles, in any major city. Her mother had taken precautions, she thought, to prevent break-ins. They were even talking about an alarm system or possibly a dog. But that would be in the future. For now they could only take care to lock the doors and windows every night. Obviously, that hadn't been enough!
'What's the matter, baby, it just occur to you what I'm gonna do?' the intruder taunted.
He was staring at her hotly, his fingers rubbing along the sides of his fly. She saw that impression become more pronounced, pressing up against the faded blue denim.
'No!' Dina shouted as she jumped back in a panic. Her eyes raced about the room in search of something she could use for self-defense. There was nothing. He had her blocked from even the table lamp. Her heart pounded against her rib cage. A strange buzzing filled her head as the big stud inched toward her.
'Gonna be real nice to you, baby, make you feel lots of nice things,' he crooned, his eyes narrowing, his smile turned downward menacingly.
'No… don't touch me.'
But her pleading, she realized, only fed his desire, to hurt her. He was loving this, enjoying her mounting terror. Chills swept through her as he advanced toward her. Nowhere to run. Nowhere!
Dina tried to scream, but nothing came out. 'You try somethin' like callin' out for help and I'm gonna knock those pretty, white teeth down your throat, understand?' he threatened.
Dina closed her mouth, and she curled her fingers into two fists, pressing them against her thighs. She stared back at the intruder, studied his white, gleaming teeth, his thick black beard and moustache.
'What are you going to do to me?' she whined.
The man only smiled and pulled his blue flannel shirt out of his jeans. Dina groaned as she watched him unbutton it, then slip it from his broad shoulders. He was well built, with a washboard belly and bulging arms covered by a thick coating of black fur. That's what he was… an animal, growling and panting after her.
'My mother'll be back soon… she will.'
Dina blurted out, tears springing to her eyes.
'The fuck she will. We're gonna have ourselves a little party. We're sure gonna see how fuckin' good you are between my legs, baby.' He wiped his lips again, and tugged at the top of his Levi's.
Dina moaned again, pressing her shoulder blades against, the wall and shivering. She could see the white skin of his upper groin now as his zipper peeled open.
'You don't know what you're doing… please, you don't know. I've never… done this before,' she stammered.
He smirked at her, his fingers tugging the zipper tab downward. 'All gotta learn sometime, right?'
Dina gasped in dismay. She was painfully aware that she'd been staring at the bulge between his legs for the past few seconds.
He noticed and smiled more broadly. 'Cock happy, baby. That's what you're gonna be. When I get through squeezin' my prick meat through your cunt, you're gonna want it all the time.'
'No, no,' she pleaded, shaking her head and clenching her eyes shut.
'Sure, man, seen cunts like you all the time. They keep sayin' they don't want it, then they practically fall on their knees whenever a guy leaks at 'em.'
He was really after her now.
Dina screamed as loudly as she could and shirked back farther, then somehow trying to squeeze by his grasping fingers and rush from his reach. Free! She had escaped from him. Crying with relief, the girl swung around the sofa and headed for the front door. If only she could reach it she would be safe. He wouldn't dare follow her into the street!
'Yaggghh.' Dina screamed.
He had her by the hair, twisting his fingers in the long, blonde strands and tugging back hard. Her neck muscles, spasmed when her head jerked back, her eyelids fluttering from the pain. And she could feel the roots tearing from her flesh. He was reeling on her hair, grabbing more of it, yanking her toward him. Dina's knees buckled, then she fell to the floor.
'Ughhh…' she yelped.
Her hands groping upward, she struggled to push away the man's fingers as he still tugged on her hair.
'Tryin' to get away, huh? Man, I don't like broads who try to get away from me. Jack Sells don't like cunts doin' that, understand?'
He pulled up harder on her hair.
