When she relaxed her body against him, Harry Williams thought she had given up… that she was going to go along with his idea of getting even… and he misinterpreted her moan of anguish as one of intense feeling.
"You won't be sorry…" he crooned into her ear, walking her backward toward the big, double bunk at the rear of the trailer, kissing her, now, on her neck, his tongue laving the smooth, young skin, moistly, then moving up to poke into her ear, the tip of it running around the edges, tantalizingly. She couldn't help the little erotic shiver that shuddered through her body.
Pushing her down onto the built-in bed, he leered down at her and hissed, "You're a luscious, little thing… cute as a bug's ear… and twice as sexy!" He stretched his bulky body out on the bunk beside her, his hand roaming down across her flat belly, on down the outside of her lovely, tapering thigh, to the hem of her dress, then back up the smooth, warm flesh of the inside of her trembling thighs to the acute angle between them, pulling the dress up, at the same time, to expose the satiny white expanse of her flesh above her stockings.
Lustfully, he gazed down at her loins, as his hand kneaded her pubic mound through her sheer panties. He grinned his satisfaction and wormed a finger under the leg-band to insert it, smoothly, into the top of her quivering cuntal slit, then searched for and found the tiny bud of her clitoris, hidden in its protected valley. With gentle fingers, he rubbed at it and felt it surge to alert erection under his teasing manipulation. He knew the effect it would have on her. It was the seat of her sensuality he taunted.
Lois felt the erotic thrill of his touch, but she cringed, inwardly, as she continued her unproductive debate with herself. Of one thing she was sure: She didn't want him to go any further, God! Why have I let him get this far? This is insane…!
"Oh, please… Harry! Don't do-do that! I can't let you go through with it!" she moaned, as she felt his strong hands force her thighs apart. His hand was tugging at the thin, nylon crotch of her panties… the only protection there was for her defensively cringing vaginal opening.
"It's too late… baby doll!" Harry laughed.
Twisting his hand into the wisp of nylon, he gave a hard yank and tore the crotchband asunder, the material ripping, loudly leaving her young, tender cunt naked and defenseless. Her body trembled with the outrage.
"No! Oh, God! No!" she cried aloud, clenching her thighs tightly together, and a hand went down, instinctively, to cover her exposed shame.
"Take your hand away… and open those thighs!" he ordered. "… Or do you want me to get tough with you…?"
"Y-You wouldn't dare… hit me!" she challenged.
Wild fury was in Harry's eyes. He shook his fist in front of her face. "Don't try me!" he threatened.
Disgust for herself, fear of Harry… and that need she tried to deny worked to defeat her. Slowly, she relaxed the quivering muscles of her thighs, allowing the alabaster-white, tapering columns to splay out, slightly, revealing the coral-pink furrow glistening moistly there, a sparse ring of golden, blonde hair accenting the loveliness of the spectacle displayed to his lewdly staring eyes, and he could see the soft pink of her inner petals, bedewed with viscous moisture, peeping out, almost shyly. Above, her clitoris pulsated, wildly, in its only half-hidden valley.
… Then, it began for her!
She didn't want it… and she was helpless to stop it! Erotically, she felt his finger tracing the thin, pink slit of her pulsing, naked cunt, and she shivered with abhorrence, trying to squirm away from it. Then, he insinuated his finger into her cuntal passage, and there was a moment of salaciously prurient agitation… of warm need… and a strange, masochistic desire… of wanting it to go on, debasing her, humiliating her, beyond reason. She couldn't have explained it. It was just there… keening in her body-mind, as he shoved that tantalizing finger deeper inside her warm, moistly tremulant cunt.
Lois moaned in an agony of emotional conflict… of wanting… and not wanting. Her nerve endings were alive with the singing shimmer of sensual sensation, the electric shock of it spreading down her thighs and up her tingling spine. Her loins were responding, surgingly, to him. She didn't want it to happen this way… the way he had promised. God! Why doesn't he just crawl on top of me… shove it in and do it…?
Screwing her hips down into the soft mattress, she tired to squirm away from his tantalizing finger, her moan changing to a mewling whimper of helplessness, as he thrust in and out of her several times, then he parted the softly curling blonde hair to make another, sudden, electrifying contact with the tiny, throbbing head of her erectile clitoris. She could feel the viscid moisture seeping from her, as unwanted and forbidden sexual excitement claimed her. With a groan, she clenched her teeth, fighting against the salacious pleasure he was causing her. It was a last ditch battle. She knew she couldn't let it go on. I'm being stupid… playing right into his hands… doing what he wants me to do!
Forcefully, Lois pushed against his chest, writhing and kicking to escape him. It was her last chance to get out of that trailer… without compromising herself!
"Stop it! Leave me alone damn you!" she spat. "You're just using me f-for your own purpose!"
Her sudden change of mind and the force of her attack caught Harry Williams off guard, but he wasn't surprised enough to release her. He caught her wrists in his steel-fingered grip and pinned her to the mattress with his bulky body.
"You little bitch!" he grunted, forcing a beefy thigh between her legs to wedge them open, while his finger went right on plundering the moist readiness of her clasping vaginal opening. "You're just as hot for it as I am! Your cunt's all wet… ready to be fucked… but you won't admit it! So… why don't you relax… and start to enjoy it?"
She stared up into the lewd smile on his face, no ready answer coming to her. Oh, God… he's right!
… Then, slowly, Lois stopped struggling, and she relaxed down into the softness of the mattress, the insane horror of her situation drumming into her frantic brain. She had been trapped… and part of the snare had been her own body.
Tears of humiliation began to glisten in her eyes. She was revulsed at her own role, but now there was nothing she could do, as she found that the teasingly cruel play of his fingers in her cunt elicited uncontrollable responses in her. Against her will, she felt her hips begin to move in tiny, undulant circles under her.
Rolling her head from side to side, the maddening sensations in her building ever higher, she realized that she was no longer trying to escape him. Her hips were beginning to raise her loins up to his plundering hand, wanting more of the frenzied, nerve shocking sensations that vibrated through her tender, sensate pussy.
"Oh! Oooohh! Oooooohhh… God!" she whimpered, involuntarily.
Harry released her wrists and bringing a hand up, stopped her flailing head, grabbing a handful of her hair to hold her tight. He kissed her, solidly, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth, while below he continued to rub, massagingly, at her naked, defenseless cunt. After a few moments, he mumbled into her mouth, "It's time to get those damned clothes off!"
Dully, she knew she would get undressed; it was almost a foregone conclusion. He had already ripped her panties away. There wasn't really much left…
Lois felt him raise her up, heard the zipper of her dress whisper down her back… and she closed her eyes. She didn't want to think about what she was doing.
Helping him with the proper movements, at the right time, shrugging her shoulders, raising and lowering her hips, she was soon wearing only her bra and the remnants of her panties, then as he unfastened her bra, she felt the cool air rush over her swelling breasts. Her hard, distended nipples came up pointing spear-like into the palms of his hands as he reached for the full-mounded smoothness of them. His work-hardened hands encompassed the warm, vibrant flesh to knead and massage caressingly. Then, he was teasing the sensate nipples, rolling them between his fingers to generate ever more sensation in her.