Beverly finished sweeping out the last of her stalls and put her broom away. She was hot, tired, and sweaty, and ready for her evening ride.
"Sissy," Mr. Juniper called. "Hey, Sissy!"
Beverly hurried out of the stables and ran up to the big house. She could see Mr. Juniper standing on the porch waiting for her.
She didn't like Mr. Juniper. She disliked having him for a boss, but there was no other way she could ride every day. Her mother had cut off her allowance and she'd had to get a job.
Sweeping out the stalls was a pretty good job except for Mr. Juniper.
He was always looking at her and smiling wickedly as if she were sonic sort of bug he was thinking about eating.
He had even put his hand on her once. It was an evening when his wife was away and he had invited her into the house for something cool to drink.
He asked her to get the ice out for him, and while she was bending over, she felt his hand rest on her ass.
"You have a beautiful ass, Sissy," he said.
Sissy was shocked and angry. It had been a while since she'd allowed another man, except her father, to put a hand on her. She was trying to do as her sister Connie suggested and build her reputation back at school.
She had brushed his hand away and left him there in the kitchen.
She'd always tried to pretend that it hadn't happened, but it didn't help with him always around licking his lips and looking at her.
There were other reasons why she didn't like him. He was brutal with the horses and he treated his wife terribly. He was big, broad-shouldered and always dirty and smelling of beer.
"Have you gotten all the stalls cleaned out?" Mr. Juniper asked.
"Yes," she answered.
Mr. Juniper smiled at her and scratched his chest. Another thing that Beverly didn't like about him was that he didn't wear a shin. He had a chest matted with curly black hairs. He looked like an ape.
"Good," he said. "Then come on into the house and have something coal."
Beverly remembered the last time she'd been invited in for something cool. She didn't want any more scenes like that. She could still feel his hand on her ass.
"Na," Beverly said. "That is, I was just going to take my ride."
Mr. Juniper looked up at the dark sky.
"That wouldn't be a good idea," he said, shaking his head. "It's going to rain again and the pastures were knee-deep in red mud."
"I'll be careful," Beverly said.
"I can't allow it," Mr. Juniper said. "It's just too dangerous. Look, I have an idea. Why don't you come in for a while, and if it doesn't rain in the next twenty minutes then you can take your ride."
"I don't know," Beverly said.
"What's the matter?" Mr. Juniper asked. "Are you scared of me?"
That settled it. Beverly wasn't scared of anybody. She swallowed nervously and nodded in agreement. She followed him into the house, being careful to wipe off her boots on the hall mat.
"That's a good idea," he said.
"I wouldn't want to make Mrs. Juniper mad," Beverly said sweetly.
Actually Beverly was only trying to remind Mr. Juniper that he did have a wife and it wouldn't be nice to have a lot of hanky panky going on.
"I do get lonely for company when Mrs. Juniper's away," Mr. Juniper explained. "That's why I like to have people in. Would you like a Coke?"
"No thank you," Beverly said.
"Well then," he smiled. "You can find a seat in the living room. You can turn on the radio if you like. There should be something on."
Beverly walked into the living room. She found the radio and turned it on.
"Do you dance?" Mr. Juniper asked as he came into the living room. He carried a cold beer in his hand.
"No," Beverly said.
"That's a shame," Mr. Juniper said, finding a seat in a comfortable chair. "A pretty girl like you. I bet all that dark black hair of yours would look great swinging around on a dance floor."
Beverly touched her head. She had her hair twisted up behind her in a bun. She had it fastened into place with a couple of pins.
"It gets in the way in the stalls," Beverly said.
"Why don't you dance for me?" Mr. Juniper asked. "I like to watch a pretty young thing shaking everything on a dance floor."
"No," Beverly said. "I don't think so. That is, I'm not in the mood."
Beverly quickly found a seat across from him. His eyes were fixed on her intently and she felt panic. Boys were okay and she had been fucking her father every chance she got, but there was something sinister about Mr. Juniper's eyes. As if he knew things about sex that it wasn't right to know.
She wished she were put of the house started on her ride.
"I think I should be going," Beverly said. "My mother's expecting me."
That was a lie. Her mother wouldn't be expecting her for another two or three hours.
"Don't you want to wait and see if you can make your ride?" Mr. Juniper asked.
"Not today," she answered. "You're probably right. It's wet and it's going to rain again."
She was forced to walk past him to get to the door. She almost made it. At the last moment he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his lap. He spilled a little beer on her blouse.
"How about a little kiss?" he asked. "There's no real hurry."
"Let me go," Beverly said.
"There ain't no need to rush off," Mr. Juniper said. "You don't need to be afraid of old Juniper."
He sipped his cold beer. "Why don't you have a drink? A little drink would do you good."
"No," Beverly said, struggling to get out of his grasp. "I don't want a drink."
"Hmmmm," Mr. Juniper said. "From the way you're acting I get the idea that you don't like me. I'd get real mad if I thought that."
Beverly quit trying to struggle. "I do like you," she said reluctantly.
"Good." Mr. Juniper released her wrist and took a long drink from his beer.
It was the moment Beverly had been waiting for. She jumped out of his lap and ran for the door. She only got a few steps before his heavy fist struck her head.
She went down to her knees and everything went blank for a moment.
"Go back into the living room!" he commanded. She struggled painfully to her feet. She weaved unsteadily as she walked back into the living room. She stumbled into one of the soft chairs and tried to catch her breath. It was a few moments before she was breathing properly again.
"Sissy," he said. "You shouldn't try to run from old Juniper. Now I know you don't like me."
"I do," she protested. "I do like you."
"I don't believe you," he said menacingly. "But I do," she said.
"Then you'll just have to prove it."
"How?" she asked suspiciously.
"By giving old Juniper a kiss."
She looked at him with distaste. She certainly didn't want to kiss that foul old man. She wanted as little to do with him as possible.
"No," she said. "I'll tell on you. I'll tell everybody that you're a dirty old man."
"Hell," Mr. Juniper said. "You're just a cunt giving it to everybody in town. Who's going to believe you?"
Beverly realized it was the truth. Even her own mother wouldn't believe her. Her mother would believe that she'd propositioned the man, and even her father wouldn't be really sure. She realized that she would have to do what he asked, but maybe she could make it quick and painless. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Now a real kiss," he said.
He grasped her wrist and pulled her to him. His brutal lips found hers. She tasted beer. His mouth sucked at hers until it was sickening. She pulled away from him.
"Damn you!" Mr. Juniper said. "You just haven't learned your lesson. Well, I know how to teach you a lesson. I know how to teach you."
She watched with horror as he pulled his wide belt off. It was a big, brass-studded piece of hard leather. She had seen him beat a beautiful horse with that belt.
"No!" she begged. "Don't hit me with that! Please don't hurt me!"
"You're going to learn to do exactly as I tell you."
She felt the first hard blow across her shoulders. She screamed in pain. She tried to dodge out of his way, but he followed her. Again and again the belt fell. He finally forced her into a corner where she rolled herself into a tight little ball.
Finally he stopped.
She was crying softly. She felt bruised along her ribs and on her shoulders. She was bleeding in one spot where one of the brass studs had sliced her.
"Now," he said. "Now give me a little kiss like you really mean it."
This time she kissed him back as hard as she could. She didn't pull away when his fat tongue wiggled into her mouth. She held back her disgust and rubbed her tongue against his and moaned like she was enjoying it.
"Okay," he said, drawing back. "Now, that was more like it. Now, how about running to the kitchen and getting old Juniper another beer."
He sat down on a chair by the door as she walked into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator door and took the beer out.
She tried to will her legs to run for the front door, but they wouldn't move. She was too frightened. Her spirit had been broken by the belt.
She shook her head sadly as she took his beer back into the living room and handed it to him. He smiled at her and his yellow teeth showed.
"Yes sir," he said. "A man surely gets lonely when his wife's away. Really lonely. Why don't you have that drink that I offered you?"
She shook her head.
He kept smiling at her as he put the can near her lips. "Drink it!"
"I don't drink," Beverly protested. "I really won't like it. You'll just be wasting your beer."
"Drink it!"
She took a drink and made a face of disgust. The liquid was foul-tasting and it burned her throat. She didn't like it at all.
"You'll get used to it," Mr. Juniper laughed. "Yes sir, I think you'll get used to it."
"Never," Beverly said.
He kept on laughing. Beverly didn't want to move. She was afraid of doing something that would disturb him. She kept remembering how the belt had felt falling across her shoulders. She could still feel the raw stinging.
Finally he quit laughing. "You know what I'd like now?"
"What?"
"Now I'd like for you to do that dance for me," Mr. Juniper said. "I'd like to see you dance. I'd like to see how you shake it, sweet Sissy."
She was afraid of disobeying him again. She walked to the center of the room and she tried to sway to the music. She did the best she could, but she was aware that her movements were stiff looking.
Mr. Juniper didn't seem to mind. He was staring at her hotly and licking his lips. "Take your hair down. I want to see you shaking it with all that black hair down to the crack of your ass."
She reached up and undid the pins that held her hair in place. Her hair came tumbling down and she could see that he was pleased. She began to move once more to the music and she tried to bounce her head like he wanted.
"Nice," Mr. Juniper said. "Really nice. What a wonderful way you've got of shaking your sweet ass, Sissy. I love a young girl's ass."
Beverly stopped dancing. Now she was trembling. Once again tears burned at her eyes.
"Please," she said. "Just let me out of here. Please, just let me go."
"Sure," he said. "I'll let you go after I have a little fun with you."
"What do you mean?"
"I think you know. We both know what kind of girl you are. I think you know what kind of fun I want to have."
"Oh God!" Beverly exclaimed.
"Exactly," Mr. Juniper said. "I want to fuck you. I want to feel your tight pussy around my cock."
"But your wife might come home," Beverly protested.
"That doesn't matter," Mr. Juniper said. "Right now I'm horny enough not to care."
Panic struck Beverly. She was trembling. She looked with apprehension at the bulge that was already forming in his trousers. She looked with longing at the door by his chair, the door to freedom that would lead to the outside. But her legs just wouldn't move. She kept remembering the belt.
"Just keep moving with the music, Sissy," Mr. Juniper said. "And strip out of your clothes. But slowly. I want to enjoy every bit of your bare skin."
"But I couldn't!" Beverly protested, "I couldn't do that. Please don't make me do that!"
"I said I was going to fuck you and I am!" Mr. Juniper licked his lips. "Now if you make things harder for me I might be tempted to make things hard for you."
"Please!" Beverly begged. "Just let me go."
"Do it!" Mr. Juniper commanded. "Do it or I'll beat you black and blue!"
She knew he meant it. His eyes were filled with lust and nothing could stop a man once he got like that. She knew he would hurt her if she didn't go along. She shrugged.
She started to dance again. Slowly she undid the top buttons of her blouse so that her flesh-colored bra showed through. His eyes were popping out.
"Show it to me, sweet Sissy," Mr. Juniper said. "Show me what you have."
She tried to smile as she opened her blouse the rest of the way and shrugged it off her shoulders.
She reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra. She let it fall to the floor.
"Nice," he said. "Goddamn nice titties. I knew they would be. I knew they'd be so creamy and firm with those sweet little hard nipples on the end. Oh God! My cock's getting as hard as a rock."
Beverly felt herself blushing red in shame. She wanted to run away and hide herself from his dirty eyes, but there was no place for her to run to.
"Isn't this enough?" Beverly questioned. "Haven't you seen enough?"
"Sissy," he said, licking his lips again, "like I said, they're nice, but I can't fuck your titties no matter how hard I try. Take the rest off. I want to see your pussy. I want to see your sweet cunt."
She made no more pretense of dancing. She sat down on the floor and unlaced her boots. She pulled them off and then her wool socks. She unzipped her pants and stripped them off her legs and stood there in nothing but her flimsy cotton panties.
"Damn!" Mr. Juniper's voice trembled. "Why don't you come here, Sissy. I want to show you something. Something you'll like."
Beverly was afraid she knew what he wanted to show her.
She walked slowly to him. He was drinking his beer with one hand and rubbing his crotch with the other.
"I've got a problem," he said. "I've got a growth between my legs. A hard growth. And you're going to have to do something about it."
Beverly stood without moving. She watched as he unzipped his trousers. He pulled his trousers open and released his throbbing cock.
Beverly gasped! It was true that she'd seen cocks before, but never one as huge and as brutal-looking as old Juniper's cock.
"My God!" Beverly exclaimed. "That thing would kill me! You can't put it in me!"
Mr. Juniper ignored her as if he didn't hear what she'd said. He began to stroke his cock until it became filled with blood and was rock-hard.
"I bet this is the prettiest prick you've ever seen," Mr. Juniper said proudly. "Mrs. Juniper thinks it's the closest thing to heaven."
Beverly didn't answer. She was afraid to say anything. She was also afraid that she was going to get violently ill. He couldn't stick that big cock in her. It would split her cunt in half. It would kill her.
Again she wanted to run away, but her legs still wouldn't obey.
Mr. Juniper looked around him as if he were realizing where he was for the first time.
"It's not comfortable in here," he said. "The bedroom's down the hall. You can't miss. The very first door on the left side of the hall."
Like a zombie Beverly walked to the bedroom. She took no notice of the hall. She kept thinking about how his huge staff had looked and how it would feel when he fucked her tight pussy.
She sat down on the edge of the bed. Even her father's cock had been nowhere near as large as Mr. Juniper's. She wondered how it would feel having that thing crammed up into her cunt.
She gasped as Mr. Juniper walked into the room. He was naked.
He was a brutal-looking man. His entire body was covered with those same thick black hairs. His muscles were so big they looked almost vulgar.
She attempted to keep her eyes away from that spot where his proud pole would be sticking up, but she found her eyes drawn to his cock.
"Mr. Juniper," she said. "This isn't right."
Mr. Juniper took her hand. "Feel it."
She was forced to feel his cock. She felt it throb in her palm.
"Kiss it!" he demanded.
She told herself she couldn't do that, but she found herself bending down to kiss the end of his cock. She almost gagged at the strong, male smell of him. He groaned as she kissed his meaty cock.
She tried to pull her face away.
He grabbed her by the back of her head and held her tight. He pushed his cock at her mouth.
"Take it, bitch!" he said. "You've had cocks in your mouth before. They tell me you like it. Take it, bitch!"
With two fingers he squeezed her nostrils. She was forced to open her mouth for air. He gave a lunge and crammed his cock deep into her throat.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," he groaned.
She gagged at the taste. She tried to push him away, but he only held her tighter. He began to move his cock in and out of her mouth. She was suddenly afraid that she really was going to be sick and she pressed down with her teeth.
"Ow! Goddamn it!" Mr. Juniper yelled. "You fucking bitch!"
She saw the blow coming, but she couldn't avoid it. His open hand smashed her down on her back and left her feeling weak and completely helpless. She knew she couldn't fight him any more. He was in control and he could do what he liked.
"Bite me will you!" he said. "I'll teach you to bite my cock!"
"Please," she said. "I didn't mean to. I couldn't breathe. I won't do it again!"
He started to strike her again, but he seemed to think better of it. A soft smile came across his face. He licked at the corner of his mouth like a cat licking at a stray drop of milk.
"Take the panties off," he whispered.
Beverly knew she was beyond help. She was going to get raped and there was little she could do about it. She pulled her panties down and kicked them off. She felt his hungry eyes devouring her cunt and she closed her thighs tightly together.
"Open your legs," he commanded. "I want to see your cunt. I want to see that sweet, sweet cunt."
She closed her eyes and opened her legs. She felt the bed sag as he lay down beside her. She felt his fingers touching her body. He pinched one nipple and she cried out in pain and humiliation.
"Open your eyes!" Mr. Juniper commanded. "I want you to see everything that happens. I want you to remember good."
He laughed as his hand traveled down her body.
He kneaded her titties like dough, pressed his hot hand against her flat stomach and then let his fingers stray to her pubic hair.
"You know what I'm going to do," he said. "I'm going to eat your sweet pussy."
Beverly started to protest, but his wet tongue was already licking her thighs.
She felt him between her legs. He laughed again, softly, as his tongue licked her white thighs. She jumped as his tongue found her cunt. Then he drew back.
"Don't worry," he said. "You're going to like this. Nobody knows how to eat pussy like old Juniper. I can eat it far hours."
Beverly felt her face blush red with shame as his face pressed back into her cunt. She was remembering what Connie had been telling her, about how wonderful it was to have her pussy eaten.
"Umm!" Beverly moaned.
She had begun to feel something she'd never felt before. His tongue was doing something strange to her. At first he had made her skin crawl, but her flesh was doing something now that was far different. She was growing warm, almost hot.
"Oh!"
His tongue went deep inside her cunt and he was moving it very fast. Then his lips found her clit and pressed against it.
"Oh God!" she moaned.
Mr. Juniper drew back. He smiled at her. "Little jumping Sissy," he said. "I told you that you'd like this. Now just relax and enjoy it."