Slowly Camey began her story, telling him everything… everything except about Sport. How could she confess to anyone what had happened with the animal. Brad sat on the edge of his bed, occasionally shaking his head from side to side as the teenager sobbed.
When she was through Camey looked up through her tears, wondering if Brad would throw her out. She didn't know why he was now so important in her life. She knew only that he was.
"My old lady's fuckin' money," he muttered, dropping his eyes to the floor. "It's been more damned trouble than it's worth. Too bad about Karen," he said, his voice changing a little. "She was a damned good fuck in the sack."
There was a note of regret mixed with anger. "And Rick and Jack too?"
He looked at her for confirmation. Camey nodded, burying her face in her hands once more and sobbing hysterically. The force of what she'd done hit her squarely in the face now.
"Hey, come on, it's over now. No one's gonna hit you up any more," Brad said, moving over to the crying young woman and stroking her hair gently.
Camey felt her body glow all over. For the first time in a long time she was safe. Leaning over, the girl rested her head on his bare chest, loving the sensation of his fingers caressing her thighs. Oh, but she was so tired, so sore could she do anything with him? Was he even thinking about doing something with her, especially after the ordeal she'd endured?
Camey's thoughts were interrupted by a familiar sound on the stairs. It was Karen's step. She'd recognize that step anywhere. Camey stiffened, pulling sharply away from Brad and standing up. She felt all the blood drain from her body and swayed from side to side as if she were going to faint. No, that woman couldn't find her here!
"In here," Brad said, guessing her thoughts and rushing toward the bathroom.
Camey didn't need any persuasion. Gathering up her towel the young girl dashed into the tiny room, sitting on the stool after having locked the door.
At first she could hear only the murmur of voices behind the mirrored door. Nothing much seemed to be going on.
Then the sound of an argument began. There was shouting, screaming, threats, then finally the report of several slaps followed by shrill female screams. Furniture was overturned, glass broken, and all that accompanied by more screams.
Camey was horrified. Brad was beating Karen up, thrashing her within an inch of her life while threatening her with a violent death. Camey could hear something mentioned about a "fuckin' young girl." But then there were sounds of more slapping followed by more shrieking.
Finally it was over. There was the sound of the front door slamming, then silence. Camey felt her hair stand on end as Brad walked to the bathroom door and knocked gently on it.
"Okay, babe, come on out," he said softly.
Camey stood up, gathered her courage and unlocked the door. What had Karen told him? When she looked into his amused face she guessed everything. And when she saw those five photos fanned out in his right hand the girl collapsed with a groan.
"Hey, no dramatics here," Brad said, bending down and scooping her up in his arms.
But he saw she'd passed out. Kissing her gently on the forehead the weightlifter laid her down on the mattress, letting her sleep for nearly two hours.
"Wh-what happened?" Camey stammered, rubbing her eyes open while wiggling her ass on the soft mattress. Then she remembered and flushed beet red.
"Actually Karen should go into photography. These aren't bad," Brad said, waving the pictures in the air. He was sitting opposite her in a chair, completely naked. His dick was lying across his thigh, semi-erect.
"How… could you even talk to me after seeing… those," Camey managed to say.
"Babe, I don't give a fuck what they made you do. Seems she said you dug it. I dunno," Brad said, shrugging his shoulders. "The way I see it you're a damn fuckin' sight better 'n that group I was hanging' around with. At least you don't want my old lady's cash."
Camey felt a chill rush up and down her spine.
"Come on, better clean up."
Camey thought of that old cracked bathtub in that house. She shivered, then felt better when Brad nodded toward his bathroom and smiled. Quickly she washed, sitting in the tub for some time and letting the warm water soothe her injured flesh. If only she could wash away the memory of what had happened to her. In time, she knew, it would all fade. At least the horror of what had occurred was tempered somewhat by Brad's presence.
"That's better," he said from the mattress as she entered the room with a long white bath towel wrapped around her body. Camey walked slowly toward him. She let the towel fall from her body. "Too bad about them," Brad said, pointing at several ugly purple welts. "But it don't matter much. I kinda like 'em… you know, like beauty marks."
Camey smiled weakly. How could she feel ashamed? Kicking the towel to one side she dropped to the mattress. In seconds she was enfolded in his strong arms, pressed hard to his body. Oh, how hot his lips felt sliding over her throat! How much better this was then all that shouting, all that beating. Even now, with her aching muscles, her chafed flesh, her tortured mind, Camey was enjoying herself immensely.
Her cunt flooded with hot juice. Her tits ached for his touch. As if reading her mind Brad backed up and moved his hands over her nipples, squeezing them. Camey closed her eyes and let out a long, shivering sigh.
"Ohhh, what are you doing to me?" she asked. Camey let herself be rolled over onto her belly, then he pulled her up by the hips until she was on her knees, her face resting sideways on the pillow. Camey didn't have the strength to push herself up on her hands.
"I liked the way you looked in those shots… you know with the mutt like this," Brad breathed into her ear.
Camey should have felt a rush of shame at that suggestion. But instead the girl experienced, an excitement she'd never known before. He was turned on by those dirty pictures of her. How wonderful it was not to be condemned for what she'd done. How many people would have spit at her for what she'd let happen. But instead Brad was turning on to her!
Brad knelt behind her, working his greedy fingers along the insides of her thighs, forcing apart her pussy lips so he could work a finger into her cunt. The finger moved along her tender walls, probing around until she grunted with the teasing sensation of almost being filled.
Camey growled, bobbing her ass around. She felt so weak, unable to turn around and see what he was doing to her.
"Want my dick?"
Camey didn't have to answer that question. Yes, of course, her ass pranced for it. She wanted to be raped by it, fucked until she couldn't talk any longer. Brad spread her thighs farther apart with his strong hands. She felt peeled open, stretched. Her knees spread wide on the mattress. Then he tucked under and up, a powerful lunge forward that took her knees off the mattress.
She sighed. His cock drove along the velvety lining of her cunt. His cock seemed so huge, especially after the dog's smaller dick.
"Oh, when you pull back like that… oh, God, I'm gonna shit!" Camey cried.
Her arms trembled and threatened to collapse. Then she let them go and fell against the pillow. Her ass was still high in the air and prancing around as Brad dug his fingers into her soft hips and fucked deep. Sometimes the only thing touching her was his cock and fingers. He had them hooked around her pelvic bones, holding her firmly in his control.
"Oh, fuck, fuck!"
Camey was rising quickly toward climax. All the events of the day before combined with the delicious sensation of Brad fucking her here and now. She sucked in lungfuls of air while the big man climbed her, fucking her powerfully. His dick made squishy, sexy noises as it probed deeply into her pussy. It was heaven! That sensation of his thick hunk of hot meat in her cunt made her clench at the mattress and whimper.