They reached the top landing of the stairs, and Penny half-turned toward the man, gesturing along the short upstairs corridor. "These are bedrooms," she said simply, explaining. "And there's a bathroom down at the end of the hall on the right."
"I'll need to take a look," the man said, smiling thinly as she shot him another curious glance. "Just to be on the safe side," he explained after a long, uncomfortable moment.
"Okay," Penny said, nodding obediently, leading him off along the hallway to look at the farthest rooms first. She cast a quick glance behind her as he followed, noting that he kept one hand slightly raised, always within easy reach of the revolver he wore in his belt.
"That's the bathroom," she said simply, pointing to a door which stood half-open on their immediate right. The lean man edged forward, pushing the door completely open with the toe of one foot, waiting a long moment before he ducked his head inside the bathroom to peer around.
"Okay," he said, sounding relieved and satisfied. "Next."
Penny sighed expressively, shrugging with resignation as she moved to obey the command. She noticed the discomforting way in which his eyes fastened upon her large breasts, watching intently as they moved beneath her blouse with the motion of her shrug. She suddenly felt cold, as a little chill of grim premonition raced the length of her spine.
She opened a second door, motioning for him to look inside as she did so. "This is… was… my mother's room," she said.
"Where is she now?" he asked, suspicion heavy in his voice.
"She died," Penny said simply, refusing to bare the details of her private grief to this invading stranger.
"Okay," the man said dispassionately, galling her with his coldness. He was already moving down the hallway, waiting for her to open and explain the next door in line.
"My sister's room," Penny said by way of explanation, again watching and waiting for the satisfied little nod before proceeding down the corridor beside the lean man.
They briefly examined a half-empty linen closet, and then they were standing before the last door in line, almost back to their starting point at the head of the stairs. It was the door to Penny's own room, and she told him so, turning the knob easily and pushing the door inward to reveal the empty interior of the chamber beyond.
The man moved-forward, impulsively and unexpectedly, brushing against Penny and forcing her as if by accident into the silence of the bedroom. She stood apart from him, silent and afraid, as she watched him taking the room apart with his eyes, examining every detail. She felt soiled somehow, as if the cruel stranger had been looking inside her very soul instead of merely examining the rather shabby contents of the room she had occupied alone since adolescence.
"So this is it, eh?" he asked, some new and undecipherable tone in his voice, almost taunting her. "This is where you do your thing, eh, baby?"
"I sleep here," she said blandly, initially uncertain of where his line of talk was leading them.
The man chuckled dryly, evilly. "Yeah, sleep. And what else, huh? Do you dream here too, baby?"
"I don't understand you," she said, meaning it.
The man seemed not to have heard her.
"Yeah, I'll bet you dream, all right," the man said, almost to himself, chuckling deeply again. "I'll bet you have some dreams here, for sure."
Penny said nothing, remaining still. She noted with some considerable discomfort that she had begun to tremble again.
"What kind of dreams do you have up here at night, all alone? Eh, baby?"
The man did not wait for an answer, but continued speaking, moving closer to her all the while until he was standing right beside her in the room.
"You ever have some of them real hot dreams, baby? Some of those dreams that get you all juiced up and squirming in the night? Wet dreams? Huh, lady?"
Penny felt a single tear blossom at the corner of one eye and trace a glistening path down her cheek. The man was touching her now, lightly, slipping one muscular arm about her shoulders and drawing her tightly against him as he continued the taunting, inciteful line of rhetorical questioning.
"I'll bet you must have every stud in the county sniffing around after you, looking as good as you do," he said, his voice heavy with lust now. "I'll just bet every cock in miles is up and twitchin' every time you pass by."
Penny remained grimly silent, choking back the sob which rose unbidden in her throat.
"You dream about those big, hot cocks, don't you baby? I'll just bet you do. You dream about 'em until that tight little box of yours is all wet and ready for action. I can almost see it now. I can almost smell all that sweet love honey from here."
Penny Tucker was trembling violently, deathly afraid of what this evil, lecherous man had in store for her. And yet, at the same time, she was even more alarmed to note the beginning of another, contradictory, frightening change within her body. Not all of the shivering sensations which racked her young frame were entirely unpleasant, and some of the tingling feelings might even be described as pleasant, under different circumstances of course.
Awed and ashamed, Penny felt the cherry little nipples of her breasts begin to stiffen involuntarily, of their own accord, chafing against the flimsy restraining material of her tight bra. At the same time, the old familiar watery sensation had begun anew between her legs, complete with the wavering little tendrils of budding passion fanning upward from her tremulous little cunt, racing to ignite the flames of passion throughout her torso.
Oh, God, she cried inwardly, I simply can't let my body betray me this way! It's… SINFUL!!…
Penny at once recognized the contribution of her mother to that little warning voice, and the knowledge, somehow, served in fact to blunt and deflect the thrust of the warning. She knew that it was wrong, unnatural for her to respond to the filthy words of this man who had come as an armed intruder into her home, but at the same time, she found herself rebelling instinctively against the idea that her body's natural reactions were in any way sinful or unnatural.
Penny Tucker was shocked out of her mental dialogue and debate by the sudden touch of a man's hand upon the soft, pliant curve of her left breast. She jerked back instinctively, seeking escape, but the hard circle of the stranger's arm held her fast as his free hand began its taunting rotary massage of her captive mammary flesh. Penny could not control her sobbing now, and she squirmed ineffectually in his tight grasp, weeping and twisting in a vain effort to free herself.
The man noted the erect and excited condition of her nipple as it spiked outward through her clothing, prodding against the palm of his slowly rotating hand. He laughed softly, deep in his throat, as he stepped up the pace and strength of his milking, massaging caresses. He was clearly enjoying her discomfiture, savoring the storm of contradictory, conflicting emotions which were even at that moment raging inside the young woman's tender captive body.
The man changed his tactics, releasing her breast from his rotating palm, and captured the stiffened bud of her little nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He slowly rubbed the taut little stem of erectile flesh in his grasp, noting and appreciating the reactions of his sexy young captive as she sobbed aloud, twisting vainly in a hopeless effort to escape from the strong circle of his arms.
Penny Tucker was quickly becoming lost in a raging sea of mixed sensual emotions, almost totally at the mercy of her increasingly traitorous young body. Her aching breasts and trembling little cunt were crying out for her to surrender, to participate wantonly and willingly in whatever this cruel man might wish to do with her, but at the same time, other portions of her heart and mind cried out to her that she must fight, rebel and resist his lecherous advances. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gradually felt herself losing that all-important internal battle for self-control.