"Get out of here! Out of here now! If you don't get out of here, I'll call for help!"
"Now, now Patty. Is that the way to talk to your old buddy Hank? Your mother would be ashamed of you." He reached out and flicked one big rough finger insolently against a tiny pink nipple causing it to automatically quiver into hardness. She jumped back, rage and fear mingling on her face.
"Don't you dare do that," she spluttered. "I'll call Champ, and he'll tear you to pieces."
"How you gonna do that baby? You locked him in the service porch," he laughed. Patty realized what a mistake she had made in even letting this brute in the house. But she decided she would not give up without a fight.
"If you hurt me, if you do anything to me, I'll make sure everybody knows. I'll make sure you're punished. You can't break in here like this and expect to get away with it. Now get out of here! Get out of here!" she cried, her voice rising higher and higher.
"Now Patty, baby," Hank said in mock good humor. "Who said anything about breaking in. You let me in. You're going to cooperate, you're going to lay down and ask me to fuck you. And you know why?" he added with a leer. "Because of that dog of yours, because you think so much of him."
"Because if you don't," he snarled, his face becoming ugly, "you ain't gonna have no dog. I'm gonna blow his fucking head off." And with that, he pulled back his shirt from over his hairy belly to show her the butt of a pistol jutting blackly above his waistband.
"And nobody will blame me, baby. I saw him raping you last night out there in the bushes. I saw him licking your pussy. They'll put you up on the stand under oath and ask you if the dog licked you, then fucked you. And all they'll have to do is look at your face if you try to lie. Then they'll lock you up in a funny farm and give me a medal for killing that girl-fucking dog. I shouldn't have no trouble convincing people that big brute attacked me. So what'll it be?" he snapped reaching forward to pinion her arm in a vise-like grip, "a little piece of ass or a dead mutt? Come on, come on," he snarled, not giving her a chance to answer. "Make up your mind, or I'll go let that Goddamned dog out of the porch and fill him full of holes. You gonna let me fuck ya or not?"
Patty stood trembling, unable to believe the terrible words coming from his fleshy lips. Oh God, she thought to herself, he had seen everything! And she knew he meant just what he said. But how could she submit to this horrible man? Still, though, if she didn't, he had said he would kill Champ, her beloved Champ!!
And she knew instinctively that he was capable of anything, no matter how terrible.
Hank saw from the hopeless look on her tortured young face that he had won, but he wanted to hear her say it. He wanted to hear it from those full trembling lips.
"Come on," he said. "Tell me, what'll it be. This is your last chance." He put his hand menacingly around the butt of his gun.
"I-I'll do it," she said in an almost inaudible voice.
"Not good enough," he sneered, "you'll do what? What do you want me to do to you?"
"I-I'll…" but she couldn't get the horrible words out. "Oh… God," she sobbed.
"Okay, baby, if that's the way you want it…" He turned towards the door, pulling the gun out of his waistband.
"No! No!" she screamed, her resistance completely broken. "I'll do it… I'll say it… Please fuck me… I want you to fuck me!" She advanced a half step towards him; one hand held up pleadingly, no longer conscious of her shameful nakedness.
"Well, that's better, baby," he said, a slow cynical smile spreading over his face. "Old Hank'd be glad to help out if you're so all-fired frustrated and horny. I'll tell you what you do. You just lie down on that bed, and I'll be along to take care of your needs in just a second."
The defeated young girl moved tremblingly and despairingly towards her bed and lowered herself to it. Although she lay on her back, rigid, and staring fixedly at the ceiling, she could not help seeing out of the corner of her eye that Hank was stripping the clothes from his body. They fell in a loose pile around his feet.
And then she saw it.
His massive cock, looking twice the size it had appeared last night when her mother's lips had been ovalled around it, jutted stiffly out from underneath his powerful belly. It was monstrous as it jerked up to throbbing life against his stomach. He saw her looking at his manhood and chuckled, "You like it? Just be patient, and you can have all you want… anywhere you want!"
Hank was having the time of his life. By God, he wanted to fuck the girl, sure, but he wanted to humiliate her too, toy with her – make her pay for the way the little bitch had treated him like scum.
He saw her ripe young body lying there naked and completely helpless, more beautiful than he had ever imagined. He moved to the bed and sat beside her, one hairy hand pinning her to the mattress. He let his other hand roam freely over her perfectly curved breasts, lightly pinching the berry-like nipples, and down over the firm flatness of her belly. Then his fingers teasingly ran down the supple flesh of her thighs, first on the outside of the leg and then tauntingly, slowly, demandingly up the inside to finally squeeze the ripe plumpness just below her loins. She froze in horror, her entire body stiffening under his repelling touch. Oh God, she thought, I can't let him do this to me!
But she knew that it was already too late!
She wished that he would rape her and get it over with, but he continued to sadistically taunt her unwanting body. Once again his hand moved over her proudly upthrust breasts kneading and pinching mercilessly, and now his other hand cupped her soft golden pussy hair up between her long trembling legs. His fingers worked insistently through the sparse pubic curls, spreading the lips of her fearfully cringing cunt until he found her tiny hidden clitoris. He massaged it expertly until it stood up involuntarily from the obscene teasing.
"Hey, you like it, you little bitch?" he said in his false good humor. She refused to answer as a powerful, unwanted sensation rippled through her naked young body.
Oh God, she thought to herself, she had expected pain and suffering, but she hadn't expected or wanted it to feel good. She clamped her legs tightly together fighting automatically against the forefinger that continued to torment her clitoris. Now another finger was searching for her tight vaginal slit and, finding it, pushed and prodded at her resilient cuntal lips until it eased slowly… teasingly… into her soft warm wetness. She writhed in complete helplessness under the maddening touch, trying to avoid the outstretched finger, but it just pushed harder until it supped all the way into the moistly warm cavern up between her legs.
Hank could feel her tight vaginal walls squeezing round his finger, and he slowly stroked it in and out of her until he could feel her fleshy layers begin to lubricate. He grinned in lewd satisfaction down at her terrified face, wanting her pussy to be wet and open and eager when he finally rammed his long thick cock up into her belly.
The helpless teenager felt as though she were suffocating as she pressed her naked young body tightly into the mattress. She could feel his hotly thrusting finger forcing itself further up between her legs, could feel the hard flesh of his callused hand scraping against her tender inner thighs. There was a wild ungovernable excitement beginning in her, just as it had the night before with Danny, as Hank's finger fucked teasingly in and out of her wet cuntal flesh, probing and flicking at her pussy like a giant cat playing with its helpless victim.
Her mind fought against the torment of the merciless probe, fought against surrender to it.
"Noooo, noooooo, please," she groaned beneath the triumphantly grinning Hank as her hips rose up in a quivering eagerness, betraying her resisting mind. Her smooth rounded little ass-cheeks moved in small circles, hardly perceptible at first, but moving. There was a new reality growing in her, a reality that was the searing fire starting to burn deep in her abdomen; flames were licking out from between her legs, flames that could be extinguished by the frightening penis projecting out from between her tormentor's legs.