"How's my baby?" she asked huskily.
"Fine," he said. "And who told you to bold my cock?"
"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped. "Bad me, doing it again!" She giggled and eased his cock out of the robe with her soft hands. "Bad me, bad girl!"
"We have somebody worse than you tonight, Estelle," Giles said. "Much worse."
"Ooohhh, no, not worse than me, I'm so bad, soooo bad," Estelle said, leaning down and brushing Giles' cockhead with her soft lips. "I mean, what's Stacey gonna do when she sees me sucking your cock?"
"This is my daughter Kathleen," Giles said as Estelle sank wantonly to her knees and ran her mouth over his cock. "This is Jim and this is Rick."
"Hi," Jim said, coming closer to Kathleen. He was as tall as Giles and looked even stronger, with a thick chest and dark, graying hair. "Don't worry about Estelle, she's my girl, just a slut, I guess. Nothing stops her – nothing." He grinned and lifted Kathleen's chin with his hand. "Nice, Giles, nice."
Kathleen cast a glance at Rick. He was just above medium height, with fair hair and glasses. He wore an expensive, casual suit and was even better looking than Giles. Kathleen felt a strange tremor run through her as she watched him.
"Yeah, she is nice," Giles said as Estelle ran her mouth down his rock-hard cock. "She's gonna strip for us."
His words hit Kathleen like a slap in the face. "Noooo, Daddy, not in front of these people, noooo!" she wailed. She backed away, her hands over her body, shivering in horror.
"Do it," Giles said. "And quit the shit!"
"Don't worry," Rick said, settling into a seat and looking hard at Kathleen. "You always have to start with the raw material, and this looks real good."
"Daddy, no!" Kathleen screamed, backing into a wall. She glanced to the side, saw the kitchen door and ran for it.
She made it into the kitchen, and even to the back door. In a fever of tenor, she wrestled with the handle, but the door was locked. Sobbing in futile horror, she pulled at it.
"Don't bother," Rick said. He leaned on the wall, watching her with a mixture of amusement and lust.
"Let me out?" Kathleen cried, twisting the door handle.
"Come here."
"Get away from me!"
"Come here, or else," he said. "Get away from meeee!" He came for her, grabbed her and threw her back over the kitchen table before she knew what was happening. She screamed, but he pushed her onto the table with his hips, rasping the table across the floor until it ran up against the wall. Kathleen gasped and begged him to stop, but he took her arms and forced them both behind her back. He was so strong that she couldn't even struggle against him. She screamed, but he simply leaned on her so that her back bent painfully and the weight of her body trapped her own arms between her body and the table top. She stared up in terrible fear of him as he held her there and smiled. Her feet were on the floor, spread wide, her ass against the edge of the table and her body bent back from there.
"What are you going to do with me?" She shuddered in fear as she felt his cock pressing into her pussy through, the thin material of her summer dress.
"You okay in there, Rick?" Giles called.
"Sure," he said. "Mind if I check this out? Lots of problems you got with this one."
"Sure, have a good time!" Giles shouted. "Save some for me!"
Rick laughed and his eyes glinted behind his glasses. It was the most terrifying thing Kathleen had ever seen. His free hand went to the neck of her dress and she gasped in horror. Without saying a word, he ripped, and the thin dress tore.
"No, no, don't! Aaaghhh!" she screamed as he slapped her across the face, his hand whipping in so hard she got dizzy. "Please, please, don't do that!"
"Then behave," he said, and gripped the neck of her dress again.
She sobbed, desperately wanting to rub her cheek, but her arms were still pinned behind her. He ripped, and her dress tore right to the waist. The sides fell open and her bra came into view. He tore at her dress, dipping it above the waist until it was well out of the way. Kathleen robbed, but her face still hurt, and she didn't dare protest.
Her bra was new and strong, but it was no match for Rick's brutal hands. The elastic material stretched for a while, then the clasp went, and the bra snapped away from her tits. He ripped it oft tearing the shoulder straps and throwing it to the floor. Then he leaned back a little, keeping his hips pressed against her, his cock throbbing at her pussy, and surveyed her lovely, young tits.
Kathleen moaned as his eyes took in her beauty. Her tits were wonderful, small, high thrusting, needing no support from her bra at all. They trembled on her chest as she waited in desperate fear.
"Jesus!" he whispered. "This is the best I ever saw."
His hand moved over her swelling tits, caressing them gently as he stared with open desire at her lovely young body. He reached into his pocket and took out two small clips. He held them up over Kathleen's face and smiled at her, his eyes still with that terrible glint. "Do you know what these are?"
"Nno," Kathleen whispered, her back aching, her eyes running tears.
"They're clips," he said softly, "they go over your nipples, or pussylips, wherever I want. You seethe jaws? On a spring? See how strong it is?"
He squeezed the clips and the jaws slowly opened. He held them there, right in front of her eyes for a moment, then let them go. They snapped shut with a force that made Kathleen scream just to see.
"And see the screws? I can even make them tighter if I want." He twisted the screws that ran through the small jaws just to show Kathleen. She almost threw up all over herself. "So, just let me show you what these feel like on those wonderful tits of yours, and then we'll see if we can come to an agreement."
"Aaahhh, no, please!" Kathleen whispered, but he moved with incredible speed and certainty.
His hand moved from her neck to her hair and had a handful of her lovely locks before she could even jerk. He leaned forward, holding her head down to the table top as he moved the clip toward her shivering tits.
Kathleen screamed, writhing on the table top as she stared at her nipple, the clip moving closer to it the whole time. "No, please, I'll do what you want!"
"But you don't know what this feels like, do you?" His voice carded so much cold menace in it that she shivered with a terrible horror. His eyes held her as he slipped the clip over the hard bud of her nipple and slowly let the jaws go.
Kathleen started screaming as the pain began, building in her tits, the terrible jaws tightening on her nipple. She jerked on the table top, her ass tightening, pushing, trying to throw him off. But he just leaned on her, his enormous, hard cock thrusting at her, and kept the clip closing on her nipple flesh.
"Aaaghhh!" Kathleen screamed in agony as her nipple shot pain all over her body. Her fleshy bud was being crushed between the two jaws as she jerked against the table, her dress flapping and her tits throbbing in pain. In desperation she even tried to pull her head free, but his grip on her hair was absolutely tight.
He let the jaws go and the clamp hung on Kathleen's nipple, jerking with her as she twisted in pain.
"You see how much it hurts?" he asked. "Urrghhh! Yessss!"
"So are you going to be reasonable?"
"Yes, yes, I will!" she screamed.
"Good," he said, and took the clip off.
Kathleen gasped and sobbed, staring up at him, her eyes bright with tears and her heart pounding. She had never met a man like him before. There was a terrible deep horror in her, but at the same time her guts churned with something more. Some deep, dark passion she had never felt before.