"Why, Kelly, dear, you're crying!"
"B-because I'm so happy!" Kelly boo-hooed.
"I'll kiss those tears away," Laurel promised.
She made good on that promise, and more.
Never had Kelly known such ecstasy, as she did on that first time that she was with Laurel in bed.
From time to time, Kelly used to masturbate, to play with her pussy while she filled her head with lustful images of female flesh.
But the pleasure her fingers could give her pussy was nothing compared to that shivering joy Laurel's loving could bestow.
From that first time, Kelly was head over heels in love…
And now, all that was over.
Kelly was trapped – trapped!
She was in disgrace. Her life here was turned upside-down.
Never could she return to school. That was clearly impossible.
Even in the unlikely event that the faculty administrators grudgingly permitted her to return, it would be an agonizing ordeal.
She could never face her former friends. She would be the object of their leering curiosity, of their cruel taunts and jeers.
And Laurel – what had happened to her?
Kelly had not seen her since the afternoon of the day when Hugo the janitor caught them kissing in the classroom.
How was Laurel? Was she all right? Was she still in town, or had she been run off by the self-appointed guardians of morality?
These questions tormented Kelly as much as her own captivity.
Worst of all – what of Dan Waxer?
This was the showdown, she knew. This time, he hadn't come up here to mock and jeer at her, to bedevil her.
No, this time he had come for… something else!
Kelly was frightened, but determined not to show it.
"You better leave me alone!" she said, fighting to control her voice.
"Still giving the orders, huh? Still acting high and mighty, huh?"
An ugly leer distorted Dan Waxer's mean face.
"Well, I'm gonna knock you off that high horse of yours, Miss Kelly, and show you who's boss around here!"
CHAPTER THREE
"The trouble with you, Kelly, is that you ain't never had a real man!"
"Is that what you call yourself?" she asked scornfully. "A real man?!"
"That's what I am, all right – and I aim to prove it to you!"
"You better keep away from me, you…"
"Or else what?" Dan Waxer challenged. "What are you gonna do?!"
"I-I'll tell Mom."
"So what? I'll just tell her that you came on to me, and got mad when I wouldn't give you a tumble!"
"Nobody would ever believe that lie!"
"Sure they would – where a little pervert like you is involved!"
He reached for her.
Kelly hopped up off the cot, looking like a cornered animal.
As indeed she was…
"Come here, you little Kelly girl… I ain't gonna hurt you!"
He bulked between her and the stairs, and escape. If only she could get past him – Kelly tried to dart by him, but he caught her up in his arms. "Hah! Got you!"
"Let – me – go!"
"Not till I'm done with you!"
He lifted her bodily and carried her to the cot and dumped her on it.
Kelly fell on her back on the cot, her face red from the struggle, her eyes wide with fear, her bosom heaving as she panted.
Dan Waxer said, "You and me, girl, we ain't never been close like a daddy and daughter should be! But I'll fix that now!"
"Thank God you're not my father, you pig!"
"Pig, am I? What are you? A little dyke pervert, a pussy eater!"
"You're disgusting!"
"Hah! That's a laugh, coming from you!"
Dan Waxer loomed over her: "Well, Kelly, I got the cure for dykes, right here between my legs!"
He grabbed his crotch and mockingly squeezed it.
"After you've had some of this, you won't ever go back to girls again!"
"You're drunk!"
"Come on, honey, and give me a little kiss!" Kelly rose up. He grabbed her by the wrists and forced her down.
"You're hurting me!" she moaned.
"A little hurt is just what you need, bitch!"
Kelly squirmed. Drunk though he was, he was a strong man.
He bent her back over the cot and pinned her down, his hands holding her wrists. His lips were obscenely puckered up.
His leering red face loomed up close – closer.
Then his lips crushed hers in a brutal kiss.
His three-day beard stubble rasped painfully against the soft skin of her face. His tongue probed, but she kept her mouth closed.
He pressed her lips hard, numbing them and bruising them.
The reek of alcohol fumes coming from his sewer of a mouth was stomach-churning.
"Ow!!!"
Dan Waxer roared in pain and indignation, pulling back his mouth from hers.
Kelly had just bit him on the lip, drawing blood.
Holding her down, he raised his hand to his mouth and wonderingly touched it.
He rubbed some blood on his finger, stared at it in disbelief.
"Oh, so you want to play rough, do you, bitch?!"
He slammed Kelly with a vicious open-handed slap.
The crack of the slap echoed loudly in the confined space of the attic.
It was followed by Kelly's cry of pain.
Her head rolled with the impact of the blow. Her cheek was numb where struck. The blow dazed her, made her see stars.
"You like that?! Here, bitch, have some more!"
He slapped the other side of her face even harder.
"No, don't…" Kelly moaned.
She lifted her hands in front of her face to protect it. He brushed the hands aside and slapped her a few more times.
When he stopped, Kelly was dazed and confused.
Both sides of her face bore ugly red marks, imprints of the hard hands which bad slammed her with open palms.
Her flesh was numb at the points of impact, and burning on the edges.
Her eyes were glassy and out of focus. Her lips were puffy from being hit, and a warm trickle of blood oozed down the corner of her mouth.
"No more," she moaned, "no more!"
"Looks like you changed your tune!"
Dan Waxer grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and tugged it by the roots, jerking her head up off the cot mattress.
Kelly squealed, moaning from the pain.
Her teeth rattled when Dan Waxer gave her head a vicious shaking.
"Not so high and mighty now, are you? Eh?"
He pushed her back down on the bed.
Dazed, Kelly lay there, moaning, weak.
"You're a skinny little slut," Dan Waxer said, "hit not half-bad looking for all of that! So let's have a look at you!"
He grabbed a double fistful of her shirt.
Kelly wailed, "Don't…"
"Shut up! I'll give the orders around here! And you'll take them!"
He tore open her thin shirt, shredding it, ripping it open along the seams. His eyes glittered at the glimpse of bare pink skin.
"Let's see what you been hiding away like they were the crown jewels!"
He shredded her shirt to scraps in his big hands, pulling the scraps off her, so that she was stripped naked above the waist.
The shirt fragments were tossed down to the floor.
Kelly's bare breasts were exposed.
Dan Waxer stared hungrily at the perfectly formed mounds of pink-nippled flesh.
Groaning, Kelly tried to cover her nudity, crossing her anus over her chest to cover her breasts, her tender nipples.
"None of that, now!"
Dan Waxer took hold of her wrists and pulled her arms off her chest, pinning her hands down on the mattress of the cot.
"I want to sec what you got! Hmmmm – not bad!"
Pinning her arms, he lowered his head to her heaving bosom.
Kelly groaned with revulsion as he nuzzled her breasts, slobbering over them.
His raspy beard scraped her soft flesh, irritating it incredibly.
He held both her wrists in one of his hand, using the other to grope her.