"Do you have it now?" she asked Grant.
The teenager looked a bit worried. "I guess so. But if I’m just a few minutes off, Christ, you could get hun."
"Don’t worry about that. Just think of us getting even with him. And if you see what he tries to do to me, that’ll convince you I’m right." She sidled closer to Grant and rubbed her hand over the swell in his jeans.
"It’ll be just you and me afterwards. It’ll have to be. He’d have the cops after us in a flash."
"I guess I can handle that, Melissa. With all the
friends I have in the communes, we can just vanish. It might not be easy for a while, but Jonathon won’t be able to find.
The girl felt a grim satisfaction in her plan. It was risky but it was worth it. She would have her revenge, all right. And Jonathon wouldn’t be able to go around molesting any more chicks-ever.
"You won’t back out on me?" she asked Grant. "I can make things very, very nice for you if everything goes according to plan." She pressed closer to him, her hand sliding down the front of his jeans. She found his cock stiff and pulsing with life. Fondling it a little gave her such a contented feeling.
She guessed what it was doing to Grant. One thing for sure, the way he was wiggling around, he wasn’t contented. More like excited.
"I won’t screw this up. You mean too much to me, Melissa."
"Good. See you in a little while. After it’s over."
He nodded and she quickly kissed him. Then she ran into the house. There were things to prepare.
She changed into a thin nightie that requited no imagination whatsoever. Standing in front of the mirror, she admired herself. The bruises had begun to vanish. With her tits poking impudently against the thin gauzy fabric, she could turn heads and give hard-ons to any red-blooded man who saw her.
She patted down the nylon over her snatch so that her cunt lips were visible. The thick fur of her
pussy mound was more than obvious-it was blatant. She was a walking invitation to rape.
Satisfied with the way she looked, the teenager quickly pulled a tiny envelope from her purse and poured the powder in it into a drinking glass. A quick rush of water and the powder dissolved. Tasteless, colorless, it was just the thing she needed for her little scheme. Her only problem was figuring out the exact amount to use.
As she worried over the powder, she heard the front door slam. Jonathon was home.
"Where the hell are you, Melissa?" he shouted. She could tell he was drunk again by the way the words slurred.
"In my bedroom, you lousy son of a bitch."
"What! How dare you call your ole step-daddy that?"
He stumbled into her bedroom and stopped dead in his tracks. Everything was working according to the girl’s plan. The man was eyeing her with outright lust how.
"Goddamn! You’re sure a hot bush, you know that? Let’s fuck."
"That’s what I just simply love about you. You’re so subtle. ‘Let’s fuck’ is about the best you can do, isn’t it?" She pulled the thin nightie around her, knowing that it would expose her ass as she pulled it close.
The man was having trouble focusing his eyes. He didn’t know where to look. Should he drink in
the youthful beauty of those tits? They were such perfect cones thrusting out firmly from her chest. And. the red nipples on each tip were hard with lust. God, he could make a meal of them, gobbling them up, savoring them as he sucked and licked.
But if he did that, he’d miss out on that smear of pussy fur covering her crotch. And just below that was her pinkly scalloped pussy lips. He could imagine the fuck fluids already flowing-and all for him. To bury his cock balls deep into her cunt and fuck merrily away was his idea of heaven. He remembered well how tight and seething hot the girl’s cunt was.
He hesitated. If he started fucking her cunt, what about her sweet ass? That should get some sort of attention. Those gentle curves and fuming hot depths deserved to be fucked, too.
It was too hard for him to figure out in his drunken condition. He’d just tie her up on the bed and fuck everything. He had all day. Her mother wouldn’t be back for hours and hours.
"Come here," he said.
Melissa made him chase her, but the outcome was predictable. He trapped her in one corner and caught up her wrists in one meaty hand.
"So you’re still struggling, huh? You oughta know better by now. Let’s go over to the bed where I can really tie you up like you should be."
He lashed her to the bed with sloppy knots. She struggled and felt as if she could slip free, given
time. But she didn’t want to escape. Not yet "What are you going to do to me?"
He licked his lips and looked at her. "I dunno.”
Those legs look so damn good when they’re spread,
I guess I’m gonna fuck hell out of your cunt. Yeah. I want to feel those legs on both sides of me."
"Could you give me a drink of water?" the girl asked, trying not to sound too anxious.
He looked at the glass of water with the powder in it. Smiling, he picked the up and quickly drank it all himself.
"None left." He threw the glass into the corner. The girl wanted to laugh out loud. This was exactly what she figured would happen. The sleeping powder should go to work on him any second now.
"Spread those pretty legs, Melissa. The old man’s got a hard-on that’s hurtin’ him bad."
The girl was amazed. The knock-out powder didn’t seem to have any effect at all on him. A thrill of fear rushed through her. What if the powder didn’t work at all? She would be trapped and helpless. He could do whatever he wanted to her!
"No!" she yelled. "You can’t!"
"Hell I can’t." Strong hands grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs open wide. Her snatch gleamed damp and ready for his cock. She hated the way she always responded when he tied her up. She wanted him to fuck a dry hole, but knew that
wasn’t going to happen. Her cunt was already flowing over with her love juices.
The bed bounced as the man edged closer and closer to her. His plum-tipped prick nudged against her delicate cunt lips, then he was surging all the way up into her twat.
She gasped at the sudden entry. There was no technique, no finesse in the way he screwed. He either fucked all out or not at all. He started slamming hard into her body. Their crotches met and ground together in a wet squishing noise.
She wanted to cry. At least this time he was fucking her without torturing her first.
The worst torture of all for the teenager was knowing that her plan had failed. The sleeping powder hadn’t worked.
He fucked rapidly into her clutching cunt. The friction mounted and the girl started breathing heavily. The rubbing of his prick against the juicy walls of her cunt thrilled her more than she was willing to admit. No matter that he was raping her.
She didn’t want to be tied down to this bed, having her stepfather fuck her. But she was beginning to enjoy the rape. Her body was responding in all the same ways as if Grant had been the one stuffing his meaty, swollen cock into her seething hot twat.
"God, Melissa, you’re gettin’ to me fast today. Room’s spinning around and I feel sorta dizzy." Jonathon’s cock slipped out of her cunt and he
simply rolled off the bed onto the floor, dazed. The powder had finally worked! "Grant!" she yelled. "Hurry, Grant!" Her boy friend came in through the bathroom
window. He looked at the moaning body on the rug and then to Melissa trussed up on the bed. He made a move to untie the girl, but her quick words stopped him.
"Tie him up first. Hurry! I don’t know if the powder is working right or not. It took too long!"
Grant rapidly tied Jonathon’s hands behind him. A loop circled his feet to keep him from running away.
"Do you have the block of ice?" Melissa asked.
"It’s in the bathroom. Don’t worry about that. It’s just… well, do you really want to go through with this?"
"Yet" Her single word was cold. "He raped me again."
"God, if only…"
"Don’t worry, Grant. He’s going to pay for it. Damned if he isn’t going to really pay for what he did."
The two of them managed to get Jonathan’s stirring body into the bathroom. In the bathtub was a large block of ice, slowly melting.
"I’ll get dressed and grab my things. Here’s the spool of threat."
"Christ, Melissa, this is fishing line. Nylon. It’d take a ton to break this line."
"I know. Do it. Or do you want me to?"
They did it together. Jonathan was beginning to came to his senses. When he woke up he found himself standing on the block of ice, the fishing line tied around his balls and cock.
The other end of the fishing line was securely fastened to the shower nozzle. If he moved a scant inch in any direction, the nylon thread would cut into his balls.
"What the hell are you two doing? " he demanded.
"Leaving, Jonathon, leaving. Have fun," said Melissa, scorn and hated in her voice.
"But… but when the ice melts, it’ll cut my balls off!"
"Yes."
She closed the bathroom door to silence his screams.
"Think we’ll be followed? The cops, I mean?" asked Grant as they entered the expressway.
"Ummm, who knows? Who gives a fuck?" She was fondling his balls. A quick zip freed his cock. The long red cock poked its purpled head up, asking far attention. She dropped down to the teen’s lap and sucked in the tip, thinking of the new life that lay ahead for her.