Joan reached down and drew the covers slowly over her body, fighting back the sobs of shame and guilt that were starting to escape from her lips now. She had done something horrible, something disgusting she could never tell anyone about. How could she face her daughter with the knowledge she had… had let a man do this to her-fuck her, and fuck her in this horribly brutal way? She rubbed her chafed wrists against one another, licking her wounds, then she peered above the covers and watched Chuck tucking in his shirt. He said nothing, slapping his thighs, then rubbing his cock.
"Gonna catch your number on the way out. Think I'll use the door this time. You better fix that kitchen window. I broke in through it." Chuck grinned at her, then sauntered from the room.
Joan groaned, rolling over and hiding her face, in the pillow. Now the tears flowed freely, staining her face, the sobs shaking her whip-scarred body. She had enjoyed it all-the belting, the sucking, the ass-fucking, the bonds. Everything he had made her do she loved. And now… and now she had to face an uncertain future, a future with the possibility of having him return to her home and do this once more to her. How would she face her daughter in the morning?
While Joan lay shaking with guilt and remorse in her bed, her blonde daughter, Shari, was facing problems of her own. Things were becoming festive at her good friend Diane's house. Doug and Frank, two friends of Diane's were there pulling several bottles of liquor from two paper sacks while the girls giggled in the corner of a darkened bedroom.
"Are you sure your folks won't be coming back tonight?"
Diane nodded excitedly. She drew close to Shari and pointed at Frank.
"He's the greatest," she whispered, squinching up her face and fighting down a giggle. "I heard he's got the biggest… the biggest cock in school!"
"Diane!" Shari said, scandalized by such open talk from her best friend.
"Oh, don't be such a prude," she said, sniffing a bit, then smiling once more. "Besides, I know you're as anxious to fuck as I am."
Shari stiffened at the word. Diane might have been right. But using that deliciously forbidden word still made her feel a little bit guilty. She thought she could see the face of her mother staring down at her and frowning. It made Shari wince at first, then suddenly feel angry and defiant. She stared at Frank and wondered if what Diane had suggested were true.
"I'm not. It's just that I don't know these guys very well and… and I don't know if I should stay the whole night-I mean with you and them and… and everything. My mom'd freak if she knew there were guys over."
"Who's gonna tell her?" Diane asked, shrugging and narrowing her eyes at her friend. She was giving her one of those secretive, knowing smirks that said much more than words could. "She's miles away and you're here Nobody's gonna tell."
"Hey come on, you're gonna dig this stuff. It's primo booze," Frank said.
"Come on."
Diane tugged Shari over to the boys. Shari sat down and modestly pulled her skirt, down over her knees, glad she had worn something "decent" for the evening. On accepting Diane's invitation to come over, she had thought something was up. She could tell from the tone of her voice there was going to be more here at the house than a simple twosome slumber party. Shari hadn't expected, however, to find booze and men all in the same package. It made her a little nervous.
When she caught Doug staring at her continually she felt something else as well-a tight, tingly sensation between her legs that was fuzzy and warm as well. She moved her knees, feeling her panty crotch snugging up against her cuntlips. It was getting wet down there! Shari blushed, glad the light was dark in there so the boys couldn't see her flushed cheeks.
"Got some glasses too, plastic ones," Frank said. "And ice too. Some mix."
The boys had been busy. They mixed strong drinks for the girls, handing them over, watching as they finished quickly. Shari coughed, unused to the strong, burning sensation going down her throat. Doug reached over and slapped her lightly between the shoulders.
"Thanks!"
"Some more. You'll really dig it."
They drank for half an hour, when suddenly Shari saw Diane reeling backward. Or was that something Shari was seeing in her own blurred vision? Were the boys drinking? It suddenly occured to the blonde teen that they had stopped some time ago. The girls had been putting it away, encouraged by both Doug and Frank. Shari put down the glass from her lips, staring up at them. Frank was standing, walking over to Diane.
"I think she's about had enough," he said.
There was something different in the tone of his voice. It was bard, almost threatening. Diane liked older boys, but new they seemed so much older. Her head was spinning, and a dull throbbing seemed to sap her strength. She tried to get up, but she bad had far too much to drink.
"Something wrong, baby?" Doug asked, sliding over to her and wrapping one arm around her waist.
"No, nothing. Please, leave me alone. I'd better go to bed," she protested, reaching down and trying to unwrap his arm.
"That's just what we were talkin' about-takin' the two of you to bed."
"That's not what I meant," Shari shot back, feeling her cheeks turn scarlet. This had gone far enough! She would pick up her small blue suitcase from Diane's bedroom and leave.
"Too bad," Doug said mockingly. "‘Cause you and her are goin' for a little ride-right outta here."
Shari looked at Doug, shocked. She scooted back a little, feeling his fingers catching her right wrist and holding her captive.
"You ain't gonna go anywhere. I know her folks aren't comin' back, and you aren't expected home ‘til tomorrow morning. That's plenty of time to have some fun with the two of you over at our place."
Doug was leering at her, his eyes freely appraising her tits, ass and thighs. When he caught her other wrist, forcing her back onto the floor, Shari panicked. She began thrashing around like a wild woman, wriggling, trying to jab her knee up into his crotch as she'd seen once on a T.V. show on how to protect yourself against rape. He was holding her arms on either side of her head now, his knees forcing her legs apart. She felt her skirt riding up until her panties were exposed. It was then Shari knew she had lost the battle. The liquor was making her head buzz. She could hardly tell up from down And all the while, this man was on top of her, edging her skirt up, exposing her briefs. She tried tensing her muscles, moving her' arms up so she could scratch his face. Nothing worked. He was only laughing at her, keeping her prisoner while forcing her dress up.
"Bet you like to get down and get dirty when you drop all this shit."
"No, no, I never… don't, don't! Oh God, help me, somebody help me! Diane!"
But her friend had passed out. Frank was dragging her from the room. Doubling his fingers, Doug cocked his, arm back, striking Shari hard across the chin. No one, not even her mother in one of her famous anger fits, had ever touched her like that! The knuckles bruised her chin, and the force of the blow snapped her head back.
"Oooooffffff!"
Dazed, half out of her mind with terror, Shari lay there on the carpet, feeling bands reaching around the elastic waistband of her panties. Doug was pulling them down, forcing them over her knees, ankles, toes, gone! She felt his fingers pinching and massaging her thigh flesh, and then touching her cunt.
Shari bucked her ass back the moment she felt him touching her clit. Even in her shocked, dazed state, the girl felt something like self respect take control. She knocked his offending hand away, rolled over and tried to crawl away from him. Doug let her move for a bit, then reached out and grabbed the teen by her hair. Shari screamed, feeling her hair roots start to tear from her scalp. Her eyelids fluttered as her elbows buckled from under her. With a groan of defeat, she collapsed to the floor. He was slapping her ass, telling her awful things about what he was going to do. When he pinched her cit with his fingers, she bucked her ass again, drawing her knee protectively together while slapping back at the big man.