He could sense the dog gaining on him in the dark and, putting on a final burst of speed, he dodged into the tool shed, slamming the shortened door behind him. He could hear the heavy body of the dog slam against the door and knew it would be only an instant before the German shepherd found the opening at the bottom. Hank reached down and picked up the heavy club he had left leaning against the tool shed wall just as he heard the enraged animal beginning to struggle through the narrow opening. He switched on a small flashlight he was holing in his left hand and saw that Champ had his head and shoulders through the door already. Hank swung down hard with the club, once, twice, his lips twisting in glee as the trapped animal gave a high-pitched yelp of pain from the hard wood smashed brutally against his skull.
Hank had the club poised high to strike again but saw that his victim was not moving. He would have liked to batter the fucking dog until his arm was too tired for another blow, but he knew he had to move fast before the women became alarmed enough to call the police. He jerked open the door, hearing the rough planking scrape mercilessly over the dog's back and ran back outside, heading for the house.
"Champ, Champ, what's the matter?" Paula called nervously out into the dark. Patty stood framed against the light behind her in the doorway, her hand at her throat. Then she made a move as if to go outside to see what had happened to her beloved Champ. Paula grabbed her arm.
"No," she said. "Get inside fast and let's call the police."
But they were too late. A huge form came bounding out of the dark just as the two women went inside. Paula tried desperately to close the door, but Hank's bulk was too much for her, and she went reeling across the room as the door crashed back against the wall. Patty had the phone in her hand and was desperately dialing until Hank snatched the instrument from her hand and ripped it from the wall with one powerful movement.
They stood there for a moment in a silent tableau, all three breathing hard. Then a slow leering grin spread over Hank's ugly face.
"Thanks for inviting me in," he said sarcastically. "I was wondering what I was goin' to do with myself tonight."
"What's happened to Champ?" Patty asked, dreading the answer.
Hank was about to say that her lousy mutt wouldn't be bothering anybody anymore, but then he changed his mind. The threat had worked before, so…
"You want to see that son-of-a-bitch again, you cooperate just like you did before," he snarled. Oh God, Patty thought, was it going to happen again?
"Wh-What do you mean?" she heard her mother say in confusion.
"Well it's this way, Paula baby," Hank said with a sneer. "While you were off running around the big city this morning, little Patty and me, we had a good time here at the old homestead. And I'll tell ya, you ain't got nothin' she ain't got."
Patty saw with a sinking feeling the sick look on her mother's face.
"He made me," she cried. "He said he would kill Champ if I didn't." She almost wished she had kept silent as she saw a terrible expression of rage and hatred come over her mother's face.
"You dirty beast," Paula swore as she came at Hank, clawing at his face. Hank easily sidestepped and his heavy palm crashed against Paula's face, knocking her across the room where she fell against the couch.
"Now let's get this straight. There ain't goin' to be no playin' around tonight. I feel you two broads owe me something for the shitty way you treat me, and I'm willin' to take it out in trade. And don't think," he snarled as Paula's mouth started to open again, "that you can threaten me with the law. I got in some big trouble today, and I'm on my way out of town. It'll go a lot easier on you if you don't give me no lip. I got nothin' to lose, and I don't think either one of you would like to see the other busted up."
His words were met by a numb silence of hopeless fear. Both mother and daughter knew they were the trapped victims of this horrible man, his to do with as he wanted. Hank sensed his victory gloatingly.
"Wh-What are you going to do?" Patty asked in a fear-filled voice breaking the strained silence.
"I'm gonna fuck ya, fuck ya both," Hank said triumphantly.
"Oh no," Paula broke in. "Let Patty go! I'll do anything you want."
"Will you suck my cock? Will you let me fuck ya in the ass?" Hank sneered.
"Oh, yes, anything, anything, only let my daughter go," the desperate mother pleaded.
"No dice," Hank said with a cruel laugh, enjoying his sadistic torturing of the two women. "Okay, enough chitchat. Both of you take off your clothes while I watch." Both Paula and Patty hesitated, very aware of each other's presence, hesitant to be shamed in front of one another. Hank stepped quickly forward and cruelly twisted Patty's arm behind her until she cried out with the pain. Paula started forward to help her, but the menacing look in Hank's blood-shot eyes made her stop.
"Well, what'll it be, a broken arm or your clothes?" He let go of Patty's arm and sank back into an easy chair with a chortle of delight as both the women immediately started to remove their clothes. His eyes fastened on Patty as she slowly reached up behind her to unfasten the zipper of her dress. Her fingers moved numbly as she slipped the dress down over her shoulders and stepped out of it, tossing it on the couch behind her. She was standing before him now clad in only her brassiere and little white bikini panties. Her mother behind her was already fumbling with the clasp of her own brassiere. Hank's heavy shaft began to jerk inside his pants as more and more succulent flesh became exposed in front of him. God, they were stripping for him, and in a few moments he would be using those beautifully naked bodies for any pleasures he wanted. The fact that he would be violating both mother and daughter in front of each other added a strange air of lewd excitement to the brutal act.
"Come on now, snap it up," he taunted. "I want to see those cunts. Let's get those tits out, and those asses!" Both of the women blushed under the humiliating barrage of his words.
Hank saw mother and daughter removing their brassiere at the same moment. He couldn't believe the voluptuous sight that unfolded before his eyes. Both sets of breasts came unleashed at once in an upthrust magnificence that momentarily left him spellbound. He'd never noticed it before, but it was amazing how the bodies of his two victims resembled each other despite the difference in their ages. Paula's body was a little more lush, a little more mature, but Patty's made up for it with her firm young suppleness. They both had large breasts but firm, soft globes of lush satiny flesh peaked at the tips with berry-like nipples. Damn, they were perfect!
Finally the last of their garments lay at their feet, and they waited, trembling, beautiful, narrow-waisted, and wide-hipped, with delicately tapering thighs framing the soft pussy hair sparsely covering their vibrant loins. Hank stared at the beautiful pair until he could stand it no longer.
"Come over here, you," he ordered, pointing to the teenaged Patty. His voice was hoarse and he could hardly get the words out. "You come over on the side and watch," he said to Paula. Patty began to cautiously approach him while Paula seemed rooted to the spot.
"Too slow, you sluts!" Hank roared surging to his feet. "When I say move I mean move now!" He unbuckled his heavy belt and stripped it from his waist, holding it in his hand like a long whip.
"I think we need a little obedience training," he sneered. "Down on your knees and crawl both of you!" The belt snaked out and wrapped around the soft flesh of Patty's naked hip. She let out a little yelp and got down on all fours as quickly as she could. Paula followed suit despite the rising tide of rage inside her, not wanting her daughter to get hurt. They both began to move in that humiliating position across the carpet, afraid of the tong belt held in Hank's powerful hand.