"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.
Dina straightened her back, her eyes bugging out farther. She let out a strangled grunt, thrusting her chin, while her brain spun dizzyingly. A tear escaped her eye and rolled down her cheek.
"Calmed down?" he snorted.
She nodded her head as best she could.
"Good," he said.
The grip relaxed. Dina let out a sigh of relief. But her happiness was short-lived. In a minute he was in front of her, still playing with his zipper tab. She smelled something like oil or gasoline on his clothes.
Wrinkling up her nose, the girl pulled back, turning her head away. His hand returned swiftly, tugging at her hair, jerking her face back so hard against his leg he nearly cracked open her lower lip.
"Uuughhh…" she gasped.
"Now, you're gonna pay real close attention, understand?" To emphasize his point, Jack jerked up on her hair until Dina cried out. "Good. Man, you're gonna do everything I say. I don't care what it is, you're gonna do it."
Dina nodded, too terrified to cross this crazy man. Perhaps if she humored him he'd grow tired of her and leave. "That's better," he said.
He backed away, glaring at her, as a vulture stares down at a dying animal in the desert. The girl trembled, growing more terrified by the moment. Even when he didn't touch her there was something unholy in his stare that made her want to run shouting from the room.
Any courage she'd had evaporated. Tensing, the girl shrank back when she saw him raising his hand above her head. He was going to hit her, beat her to the ground. Her gaze dropping, Dina saw his hard-on, saw his stiff cock pressing hard against the Levi's. Her terror turned him on, made his cock thick, hard, wanting to pierce his prick into her. But now he was playing, toying with her mind, her body.
"No!" she slipped out, trembling even more.
Terror shot through her veins like ether.
Jack only smiled at her, that hand seeming to balance itself in mid air. Dina scooted back, her spine striking the wall. Again, there was nowhere to run! His body caged her in a corner, his fingers fanning out, trembling, inches away from her head. The teen whimpered through her nostrils. She gasped as his hand moved in a fast, broad arc toward her face. "Oooohhh!" Dina cried.
There was the feel of his fingers stinging across her cheeks, the sensation of her brain rattling in her skull. The force of his blow sent her head snapping to the left. Dina's hair splashed across her face, sticking to her lips and dampened cheeks.
Dina raised a hand, rubbing her fingers over her injured cheek. More tears oozed from under her lids, wetting her face.
Jack stood there, his legs spread widely apart.
"Nooo!" she screamed.
Another blow, this one back handed. His knuckles crunched against her jaw, sending her head snapping back against the wall.
Dina screamed, and her legs kicked out while her tits jiggled. She shook her head, trying to clear her overloaded senses. His slap and her resulting cry echoed through the big living room.
Again, the girl thought this was some sick dream she was having. But then Jack's shadow was in front of her, swinging his hand. No, this was far too real, she thought.
"Now we're gonna have ourselves some real fun," he said.
Dina whimpered, drawing back. The smell of his Levi's terrified her. She knew she was a helpless victim. He was going to beat her, ravage her without thinking twice. Her cries were something he enjoyed listening to. The more she begged him to stop, the more he was going to keep going.
Jack let her cry for a moment, but his excitement was building up too fast. As Dina watched, he jerked down his fly.
"Oh no, you don't know what you it doing," she gasped.
Jack smirked. "Baby, if there's one thing in life I do know, it's fuckin'."
Dina watched the pants spread open, saw the hairs curling out of the split fly. Then the thick base of his cockroot was exposed. Just that made her draw back. She rubbed her fingers briskly up and down her upper arms. That base was so thick! It promised a prick far bigger than anything she'd ever seen in picture books!
And then the Levi's sagged down a little more. His cock flipped out into view. It was something that better belonged hanging frame male donkey, she thought. Donkey prick!
There were some guys at school the girls referred to in that way. She had blushed, turning away from the giggling friends who were always more than willing to taunt her with wild stories. If they could only see her now, she thought, see that man standing in front of her. He'd put most of their donkey prick boyfriends to shame!
"Bet you ain't seen nothin' like this before," Jack said proudly, shoving his Levi's down all the way. Then he unlaced his black engineering boots and stepped from them. In a moment he was out of his Levi's, tossing them over the sofa, then reaching down and scratching his furry balls.
Dina stared open-mouthed at the big stud. She had never seen a man naked before in her life. Kneeling there on the floor, staring up at the big man as if he were a God, Dina felt a rush of emotions she didn't understand. His cock was so thick, so long! His balls were tight, drawn into the upper portion of their sac.
If only she had a knife, something to defend herself with, something to rip into his belly. But there was nothing nearby to defend herself with. He was going to rape her with that prick, tear away her cherry and penetrate her body.
"Oh please, I've never done this before," she begged. "Don't touch me with that… thing. Please, just take what you want and go away."
Jack only laughed at her desperate plea.
Dina sobbed more frantically, scooting back, feeling the sough carpet against her naked legs. Her spine pressed against the wall once more. There was no way to escape. She was dizzy with fright, terrified of being raped.
"Ooohhh…" she moaned.
Dina's sweat dampened her dress. A draft chilled her flesh, the cold tightening her moist scalp. Her skin crinkled as both physical cold and terror knifed through her.
"No…" Dina whined.
Jack stalked closer, watching her cower below him. Dina's desperate whimpers, her pleading, her haunted blue eyes, all fired his senses. His cock waved back and forth with every step he took, and his hairy balls jiggled against his thighs.
Dina stared at his muscular thighs, at his enormous prick wagging in front of her. As she moved her legs slightly, the girl realized something dreadful was happening between her thighs, something she couldn't understand. Wet! Her pussy was actually wet down there. The girl blinked with surprise, staring at his prick, then gazing up to Jack's smirking face. Could he possibly know the strange effect he was having on her, she wondered.
"Ooohhh… not again. Oh please, not again," she gasped.
His right hand was poised in mid air once more, threatening to crash down against the side of her head.
"Yeah, baby, all the time," Jack replied. There was the sound of something hissing through the air. It was his hand. And then his opened palm slapped across Dina's face, knocking her head to the floor.