Melissa was too frightened to tell anyone about her new stepfather and his antics. She knew he was a violent man. He had proven that on any number of occasions. Asking around among people who knew Jonathon had given her a grim picture of the man.
He was a barroom brawler and used the knife liberally. It didn’t matter to him what the odds were when he was drunk. The more the merrier seemed to be his motto.
He liked to hurt people. And Melissa was totally at his mercy. If she made a single slip and
mentioned what he’d done to her, there was no telling what he might do to her.
All the various options open to her were mentally wrestled with and discarded. The best idea seemed to be running away from home. She was eighteen. She could look, after herself. She didn’t have any particular skills but if worse came to worse, she could always go out and hook.
It wasn’t the kind of occupation she would enjoy, but it would be better than starving to death.
Or being humiliated to death by Jonathon.
Melissa heard her mother and Jonathon fucking in the house on the living room floor. She had an urge to go in and pour boiling water on the man’s prick and see how long he could keep his erection then. But she wouldn’t. The man would certainly retaliate and do something she couldn’t avoid. The ideas of what he was capable of doing poured through her mind and made her shiver with fear.
She seemed locked into this prison she’d once called a home. Why had her mother gone and married that bastard? If only they’d shacked up a while, then when they’d gotten tired of each other, they could have simply split. The girl could understand that. But to get married?
It was stark stupidity and she was caught dead center of it.
She sat in the lawn chair in the backyard watching the sun go down. Melissa heard the car
start and back out the driveway. Turning, she saw her mother driving away down the street. She wondered what was happening. Probably nothing more than Jonathon getting thirsty and sending his trusting wife out for some booze.
The alternatives chilled her to the bone. It could be that Jonathon wanted something a bit younger wrapped around his cock. And she was alone here with the man.
The teenager started to get up and slide over the wall. But it was too late. The crunch of gravel behind her told her she had company, unwanted company. It was as she feared. Jonathon had come out to be with her.
"There you are, Melissa. Come on into the house. I want to have a few words with you."
"I’ve got nothing to say to you.”
"I’m getting horny. I want some action. And I’ll just bet a pretty young girl like you could use some fucking right around now, too."
"Not from you."
Strong hands pulled her from the chair. She was pushed toward the house with rough shoves. She went along. How could she possibly fight off such a strong man?
"Inside," he ordered her again. She could see the huge bulge forming at the crotch of his pants. There was no doubt in her mind what he had in mind. He was going to rape her again.
It would have to be rape. She’d never willingly
submit to a sex-starved beast like him.
"Let’s go to your bedroom. I like the decor there."
"Go to hell."
"Hell, no. I’m going to fuck you. And that can’t be hell, no sir. Not with a tight cunt like you got, Melissa."
She tried to run. She didn’t get very far before he slammed her against the wall. Twisting her around, he peered down into her frightened face.
With his strong beer-breath, he snorted, "What’s wrong with you? You’re no virgin, though Heaven knows you got a damned tight cunt. What’s the matter with fucking with your old man, huh?"
He was just drunk enough that the words were beginning to slur but not so drunk that she could fight him and hope to win. Resigned, she simply said, "If you have to ask, there’s no way I could possible tell you."
"Good. Let’s get it on!"
He pushed her into her bedroom and closed the door. He opened his fly and let the nine-inch cock snap to rigid attention. The ugly red fuck stick caught and held the young girl’s eyes. That cock was hypnotizing her like a snake charms a bird.
No matter how hard she tried to look away, she couldn’t. The thought of what that prick was going to do to her sent cold tremors throughout her lithe young body. She didn’t want him fucking her-and yet she did. The confusion scrambling her mind
helped paralyze her. She wanted that cock and she hated the man and she felt her cunt overflowing with lust and she wanted to run.
All held her a slave of indecision.
It was all it took for him to cross the room and roughly grab her. He threw her down onto the bed. She rocked back and forth as the springs took up the shock of her landing. Somehow, she landed with her feet flat on the bed, her knees spread just wide enough apart for the man to be able to see the tiny wet spot rapidly growing at her crotch.
"Ha! I see you’re getting all wet for me. I like that. It makes fucking a whole lot more fun. Dry humpin’ never satisfied me, you know?"
She tried to roll off the bed and found herself tangled up in the man’s strong arms. He pulled some rope from his pocket and quickly tied one of her wrists to the head of the bed. When she attempted to free herself, he managed to snare her other wrist.
This was tied to the other side of the headboard. With her arms tied above her head, she was almost helpless. But he didn’t stop there. He wanted her completely at his mercy.
A quick loop round her ankle was fastened to the foot of the bed. When he repeated this with her other foot, she was tied down spread-eagle to the bed, totally unable to move.
"There," he said, proud of his handiwork. "That’s the way I like to see you. All eager and
willing and waiting for my prick."
"You son of a bitch," she sputtered. "I hate you! I hate you!"
"Shut up or I’ll gag you with this." He pulled a roll of electrical tape from his pocket. She looked at it and thought of herself, being fucked, feeling the joys of lovemaking surge into her body, and being unable to shout out.
She’d choke. There was no doubt about it. She couldn’t let him use that black tape on her mouth.
"Please, no! I-I’ll do whatever you want!"
"That’s more like it."
A swift movement and. the switchblade knife was in his hand. He deftly cut away her clothing and she soon lay totally naked on the bed.
"God, you’re prettier than I remembered. Such a nice snatch," he told her, his hand running lightly over her belly and stroking the fur of her pussy mound. When he shoved a finger deep into her cunt, she arched her back off the bed and groaned.
"Yeah, nice and juicy. And waiting for my cock."
"Get it over with? Hell, baby, this is just starting. Your mother’s not going to be back for a couple hours. A man can get mighty lonely waiting for his bride to return. You’re gonna supply me with a bit of company.
He dropped down to the bed and leaned over to kiss the girl. She attempted to avoid his mouth but couldn’t. She was only able to turn her head a
little, bound as she was. His lips crushed harshly against hers. She tried to prevent him from stuffing his tongue into her mouth but she failed.
That wet, rough tongue stroked and caressed hers. And when he was panting from excitement, he worked his way back along the line of her jaw, his tongue licking the entire way. He came to her shell-like ear. Cock-hard, his tongue shot out and into her ear.
The wetness of his harsh tongue made her cringe. And yet there was something else stirring inside her. He was turning her on. In some way she didn’t understand, she enjoyed being tied up like this, then fucked. It was perverse. She shouldn’t ever like anything like this and yet she wasn’t in full control.
As long as he had her tied to the bed, he was calling the shots. Then why should she respond as she was? It was all too confusing. She had no reason to want his crude advances, but she did.
As he sucked her entire ear into his mouth to tongue it, she felt the trickle out of her cunt turn to a flood. She was gushing out a river of fuck fluids down the inside of her thigh. It dribbled past her cunt mouth and down into the crack of her ass. It tickled, it made her hot for the man’s prick.
"F-fuck me! I want you!" she begged. There was no conscious control of her words. They came gushing out like the juices from between her legs.
He laughed. "So, you want my prick, huh? Good thinking, girl. It’s a big one but I’ll decide if you get it or not. Now shut up and let me have some fun."
He kissed down her bound body until he got to her tits. Licking up and down the deep canyon between her jugs, he started up one slope. When he got to the top, he started playing with her nipple. His tongue pushed the hard little marble of flesh around until she was gasping.
Her tits rose and fell heavily. The slight wobble spurred the man on. He tried to gobble up her entire left tit. He failed. But he left ugly red streaks on the snowy white slopes. His teeth had cut mercilessly into her soft flesh.
The pain rocketed into her chest. Quickly, it drove out any pleasure she’d been feeling. The unexpected mixture confused her even more. Was this something she wanted? The pain wasn’t too bad. And, the pleasure was so stimulating she couldn’t forget it.
Pleasure and pain mixed into an odd warmth spreading like melted butter throughout her body. She wanted it, she wanted pain. And she didn’t know why.
"Hell, you’re getting off on this, you slut! I’ll show you!"
He pulled out the electrical tape. She watched in horror as he tore off long strips of the sticky tape and pressed it into her tits. He made certain he
covered her nipples with the tape. When it was firmly in place, he went back to licking and kissing around the edges.
She didn’t know what he had in mind. His mouth felt so good on her boobs, she could have lain there all night letting him eat them. She sighed with contentment. No matter that the tape was prickly and burned just a little bit. His mouth on her boobs more than made up for it.
Then red pain filled her body. He’d ripped off both strips of tape across her tits. Pulling delicate flesh with the tape, he’d opened a new doorway to pain for her.
"How’s that, cunt?"
His cold words shocked her. He enjoyed humiliating her. She knew that already. He also got a large charge out of hurting her. The pain in her tits was a testament to that. Her nipples pounded with pain.
They were like twin beacons of pain for her. They throbbed and burned as if he’d tossed acid on them.
"Why? Why do you want to hurt me? Just fuck me and get it over with!"
"Too easy. All you teenagers have all the cock you want. You’re loose, girl, loose! You’d fuck anything with a cock. I bet you’ve screwed every dog in the neighborhood." He stopped and looked at her, an evil gleam in his eyes. "Every dog, huh? Hell, maybe I should find a dog and let it fuck you.
Would you like that, having a dog fuck you? Imagine its slimy prick slithering all the way into your cunt. It gets excited and pants in your face. Then it shoots out its doggy cum into your cunt. You want me to find you a nice German shepherd, maybe?"
Horror was written on her face. She was speechless. He couldn’t mean such a thing. Christ, he was her stepfather! What he’d done to her was rape and incest. And now he wanted to let a dog fuck her. What sort of a man was this?
"You don’t like that, do you? Then I’ll keep going with my black tape. That seems to be more to your liking."
He criss-crossed her belly with the tape. Then he pulled it off, one strip at a time. Everywhere it had been yanked off remained a bright red welt. When he had finished tearing the tape-and a lot of skin-off her belly, she was moaning.
Not in pleasure, but in pain.
"Why are you doing this to me? God, I hate you, I hate you!"
He laughed at her. "Hate me all you want. Who’s tied down to the bed? And who’s going to fuck you silly?"
He held his prick in one meaty hand. She saw only the ugly purple head staring at her. The cock was even larger than it had been. The man was getting his rocks off torturing her like he was. What else would he think of?
He carried a cigarette lighter. The girl had seen war movies where the enemy would use lighted cigarettes on underarms and other places. The idea of having her clit burned by a cigarette made her numb all over.
These were only some of the things he might do. With a house filled with modem appliances, he could fashion a torture chamber that would have made any torturer in history envious.
With the toaster alone, he could do evil things. She tried to put such thoughts from her mind. The pain was slowly fading in her body. It wasn’t going to be much worse than it was already, she told herself. But she knew better.
He’d left the room for a moment, then came back clutching a short length of broomstick. It wasn’t more than a foot long, but the young girl’s mind refused to believe he was going to do with it what she feared.
"Not as thick as my cock, but my little friend and I are going to really pleasure you this time."
He grabbed a handful of her ass and lifted. Her hips came off the bed as he slipped the broken broomstick handle under hen She felt the rounded end push between her asscheeks. Then it split her apart and gouged deep in her asshole.
She screamed again and again. The pain was unbearable. The girl simply couldn’t tolerate it. She was sure she’d go mad from the agony ripping into her asshole.
"So, the bitch knows what pain is like. Good. And now, now, I’ll fuck that sweet little cunt of yours.
He jumped onto the bed. The rocking motion drove the broom handle even deeper into her ass. Her world was filled with searing, red pain. She couldn’t think. Her entire body was writhing in agony. Nothing had ever felt worse. She couldn’t imagine pain so unending.
Then she knew real, horror. He was kneeling between her wide-spread legs, fondling his prick. He was pushing it toward her gaping cunt, He was going to fuck her-while the broom stick was still up her ass!
If he balled her now, he would ram that broomstick all the way through her body. His weight alone on top of her would drive the wooden stick deep into sensitive tissue.
She felt the familiar tingle as his cockhead touched her pussy lips. The sensations of pain were momentarily forgotten as pleasure seeped into her ravaged body. It was odd. She was hurting, bad, and now pleasure was beginning to erase the hurt he’d given her.
But not for long. When he rammed his prick all the way up her juicy cunt, the broom handle worked its way deeper into her asshole. The pain and joy blended together in her head. She couldn’t tell one from the other.
"Oh, Christ, what did I ever do to you? Why?
"Because you’re a loud mouthed bitch, Melissa, that’s why. And you got the tightest twat I ever fucked. God, but you feel good around me."
His prick began working back and forth in her cunt. She didn’t understand why her twat continued to froth over. She was creaming just like she enjoyed what he was doing to her.
Getting fucked, sure, she enjoyed that. But the broom handle up her ass WUS torture. The pain was driving her out of her mind. She could barely handle the agony assaulting her loins.
Still he fucked with slow, deliberate movements. His cock spread her inner tissues wide. He stretched her cunt walls to the breaking point. And he felt damned good buried balls deep in her seething cunt. He was a man with a huge cock. He could satisfy any woman with that pussy pleaser.
Why did he have to torture her? He seemed to get some perverse enjoyment from it. The more her face contorted in pain, the faster he fucked her. His cock was scaring her cunt walls. The friction mounted. He fucked with all his strength, rocking her back and forth on the bed.
Even the bed springs seemed to conspire against her. The rocking motion drove the broom handle even deeper into her asshole. She knew the damned thing had to be a good four inches up her rectum by now. The pain was worse than any she’d ever felt before. It was worse than if he’d shoved a
broken bottle up her rear.
"Don’t! I beg you. Don’t do this to me! I can’t take any more. I-I’ll pass out!"
"Go on, slut. I’m going to fuck you anyway."
He showed her he meant it. His hips pistoned in and out of her cunt until she was burning from the fucking and the broom stick up her ass. The girl was screaming now, screaming out her torture.
He ignored her. If anything, he was enjoying the sigh of her agony. He fucked with long, deliberate strokes that carried him crotch to crotch with her. When their bushes touched, he ground his into hers trying to get an extra inch of penetration up her pussy.
Normally, the teenager would have enjoyed this. Not now. Hands numbed from lack of circulation, her legs feeling lead heavy, the, broom handle inching into her guts, she was being humiliated by an expert.
Her tits burned with the inner fire of abuse where he’d put the black electrical tape, then pulled it off, There seemed to be no part of her
body that wasn’t hurting. "Ungh! Oooooh, stop, stop."
He didn’t stop. If anything, he fucked her even faster. He was a blur over her body as he drove his nine-inch spike of cock into her yielding twat, He reveled in the way he was debasing her. She was defiled, humiliated. And he loved every second of it,
For reasons locked up in her body, the girl found a sexual tension mounting. As he slammed repeatedly into her cunt, she let the feeling of impending orgasm build. Then the floodgates of her desire ruptured.
She climaxed.
"Oooooooh! Aaaieeeee!"
Her entire body shook. Then there was nothing but pain left in her world. The broom handle was cutting into her ass with fierce precision. The welts across her belly and tits were standing up in red relief, painful and throbbing. Even her cunt ached. She was stiff and sore from being spread-eagled on the bed.
He stopped fucking her and gazed down into her face. "You did get off on it. I thought so. God, I never saw such a perverted bitch in all my life. Tied and raped and you enjoy the hell out of it!"
She began crying. He was right. She shouldn’t have gotten her rocks off. But she did. And she hated herself for it.