He fucked into her with furious, savage force, his prick rutting and twisting and churning inside her aching fuck sheath. His hips slapped against her upturned buttocks as he jerked her back against him again and again.
Jessie felt his cock pounding up inside her belly, ripping and tearing at her guts as he jerked her back, used her like a rag doll, jerked off inside her cunt. His hands slid up over her belly and fastened around her breasts, squeezing them harshly, twisting and jerking the tender meat around as he pounded his cock into her fuck opening.
He sawed his cock back and forth between her straining cunt lips, spearing it deep into her guts as he sneered down at her. Then he grunted, his pumping slowing, slowing more until he stopped. He sighed in pleasure, then pulled his cock out between her wounded, burning cunt lips. He pushed her knees back more, grinning as he gazed down at her buttocks, his jism seeping out of her cunt opening and her puckered little anus.
"Like I said, nice ass," he said, rubbing it. He gave her a slap then, making her scream as her bare ass was spanked by his big hand. He stood up and went over to his chair, sitting down and watching her, smiling. She grabbed her pants, jerking them back up around her hips, zipping and buttoning them.
"Go get me some more sandwiches, slut," he sneered. She staggered off into the kitchen, her eyes wide, her chest heaving, her mind reeling at the sudden, violent attack. She stumbled into the kitchen and fell back against the fridge, covering her face with her hands.
Desperately, she lunged towards the hall door, then ran down to the other side of the house and out the side door, running as fast as she could across the wide green lawns. She kept looking back to see if he was coming and then he was. She whimpered in terror, running faster.
Her arms and legs pumped as last as she could as she raced across the grass, leaving the lawn and running through the scraggly weeds and tall grasses. She looked back every few seconds and saw that he was gaining. Then, while looking behind her, she tripped over a gopher mound and went flying, tumbling head over heels in the grass.
She cried in desperation and pain, getting to her feet again. Her foot collapsed beneath her, dropping her to the ground again. She clutched her ankle as pain made her want to scream. Then he was beside her. He grabbed her hair, pulling her to her feet, then slammed his fist into her belly so she collapsed to the ground again.
"Fuckin' whore!" he yelled. "I told you, didn't I!"
His foot lashed out and kicked her hard in the ribs. She howled and rolled as he kicked her again, in the belly, then in the hip, then the back. He griped her hair and dragged her upwards, then slid his arm around her neck and squeezed her throat.
She choked and struggled to breath as he tightened his fingers around her throat, strangling her. He gripped her right arm and forced it up behind her back until she would have screamed from the pain, if she could have breathed.
He stopped, throwing her down on the ground on her face. Her chest heaved as she gulped in great lungfulls of air. He dropped down beside her, his hands yanking at her pants, tearing them down over her hips, baring her ass cheeks.
"Show you what happens when you try to get away, you dirty little cunt," he hissed.
Jessie hardly heard him. She was too busy breathing. Nothing had ever tasted so good to her. She groaned weakly, holding her throat with both hands as she tried to ease the pain. Then she shrieked in new pain, wriggling against him as her ass exploded in agony.
She whipped her head back and saw him brandishing a small stick, an obscene look of pleasure on his face as he raised it high. He swung it down at her bare ass again and again she screamed in pain as fire ripped into her nether region.
She struggled to free herself but he pinned her easily, one knee on the small of her back as he swung the stick down onto her ass cheeks again, then again, then again, the stick making a loud whirring sound as he swung it down.
It smashed into her soft, boyish ass cheeks with a loud, crack of noise, echoed each time by Jessie's cry of pain. Her legs jerked and flopped on the ground, her knees digging into the dirt as she tried desperately to pull away, but it was hopeless and she finally lay there, sobbing as he continued to rain blows on her aching ass flesh.
"Fuckin' whore," he snarled. He dropped the stick and his hand shot down between her legs, gripping her cunt in tight fingers. She cried out again as he squeezed savagely, twisting his hand from side to side, tearing at her cunt flesh as the girl thrashed and writhed beneath him.
"What you need, is a hard cock up your fuck hole! You need one every minute of the day, you filthy slut! All you snotty bitches should be fucked fifty times a day at least. That'd teach you your place!"
He held tight to her pussy mound while his other hand gripped her hair and twisted her head up and back. She yowled in pain, trying to pull his hands away but he only laughed louder.
"Admit it, slut! You want cock, don't you? Don't you?"
"Yesss! Yesss!" she screamed. "Pleeeeasse!"
"You'll get it, baby, don't worry," he sneered, tossing her away. She rolled several times before stopping, moaning and clutching her groin.
"Now get your skinny ass back into the house and the next time you try and leave you'll really feel it, whore!"
He stood up, glaring down at the blonde girl as she slowly pulled herself to her knees, her hands pulling her pants up as she rose to her feet. He bent and picked up the stick, holding it menacingly. She hurried forward, doing up her pants as she went.
Once back in the house Jones slammed the door and then grabbed her by the hair, jerking her back against him. His right hand slid around in front of her and cupped her titty, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.
"Now get your ass back into the kitchen and make me some more sandwiches, whore," he sneered. Then he spit in her face and shoved her towards the kitchen.
Chapter 2
Trembling in fear, Jessie made him several more sandwiches, then brought them out to him, wide eyed and fearful. He took them with a smug smile, sitting back on the couch as he bit off a giant bite from one. His eyes never left her as he ate, then he cleared his mouth a little and sniggered.
"Those pants are still too loose. Take em' off."
"Wha… wha… what?" she squeaked.
"Take off them pants. Fact', take off everything. I wanna see you naked."
"I… I have some money," she gulped.
"Sure you do. Rich girl like you. I'll get it later. Right now, take off your clothes."
"Please, please I'll do whatever you want… "she heard herself saying, detesting herself for her weakness, wanting to curse him but too frightened.
"Yeah, I know you will. You can start by stripping."
Her heart hammered in her chest so loudly she could hardly hear.
"No," she gulped. He smiled, then stood up. His hand slapped her face hard, knocking her back against the wall. She cried out in shock and pain, clutching her stinging face as she looked at him, terrified.
"Do what I say, girl."
"Please," she whimpered, Please… "He slapped her face again, once more knocking her back against the wall.
"Strip," he ordered. Jessie was in shock, her face stinging with pain. Tears blurred her vision and she blinked her eyes to try and clear them.
"Strip," he said again, then slammed his fist into her belly. She fell to the ground, clutching her belly, tears trickling down her cheeks as she whimpered in fear and pain, cowering back against the wall. Jones smiled down at her, then slowly undid his belt, sliding it out of the pants loops and doubling it in his fist.
"Strip, or else," he said, slapping the belt against his other hand. He grabbed her arm and hauled her to her feet again, shoving her back against the wall.