Chapter 12

Lana went to the door to let Charlie in. She was wearing her robe with nothing under it. She had tied it loosely so that much of her slim body was exposed as she moved around the cabin. The fat man couldn't miss getting a good view, and that was just the way she wanted it.

"Come on in, Charlie!" she said, turning to walk away from the door.

She exaggerated the swing of her hips as she walked, wanting the fat man to get a good look.

"Thought you had left, went to the city," he said.

His eyes were locked on the young girl's swishing ass. He could feel the stirring in his balls as his cock started getting hard. This hot little bitch always had this effect on him. He just couldn't control what she stirred up in him.

"We're leaving later today," she informed him.

She turned to face him, leaning back against the table with her knee cocked forward so that the robe fell away from her thigh. She didn't have to look to know how much of her leg and thighs were exposed. She could read it in his beady eyes.

The unobstructed view Charlie had all the way up to Lana's hair-covered cunt caused the bulge in his pants to grow swiftly. Beads of perspiration broke out on his face and he licked his lips nervously.

"Did you need my help with something before you left? Is that why you had Hank give me the message?" he asked, still puzzled by her summons, knowing the way she felt about him.

"Charlie, I've been doing a lot of thinking the last couple of days, and I feel bad about the way I treated you the other night. I want to make it up to you. I figured the best way to do that was to fuck your brains out, so I'm yours for the next couple of hours, if you still want me!" Lana almost gagged on the words, having to fight to keep from showing her revulsion at just the thought of this fat creep touching her.

She dropped the robe to the floor so that she stood naked in front of him. She thought Charlie was going to start drooling as he stood there flabbergasted at what she had just proposed. It was better than he could have ever hoped for.

"Want you! Hell yes, I want you!" the fat man exclaimed, his voice rippled with lust. He was shaking with desire, wanting to fuck her youthful body so bad.

Lana moved quickly toward the bedroom when Charlie made a move toward her. Knowing he'd follow her, she called back over her shoulder as she went through the bedroom door, "Well, you sure can't do any fuckin' with all those clothes on!"

That was all the prodding the fat man needed. He started ripping at his clothes as he followed behind her. He left a trail of discarded garments until he was naked. His pathetic prick was hard with passion at the thought of fucking the ripe young body in front of him. It came as a real shock as he heard a voice speak behind him. His head whipped around, and he saw Stacy sitting in a chair in the corner.

"You were right, Lana, he is totally disgusting with his clothes off! I can't blame you for wanting to barf!" she said.

She was sitting there cradling a shotgun across her lap. It was empty, but there was no way the slob it was pointed at could know that.

"What the fuck's going on? What's with the gun?" he whined.

He was confused as to what was taking place, but the sight of the shotgun had him worried, so worried that he had lost his hard- on, along with his desire to fuck the young girl. All he wanted to do was get his ass out of there.

"I don't know what the fuck's on your minds, but I ain't got time to screw around with a couple of wackos! I'm gettin' the hell out of here!"

"Naw, I don't think you're going anywhere, at least not until we get ready to let you go!" Stacy informed him. The shotgun was all the backup she needed.

"Why? What's this all about?" the fat man whined, still not understanding what was happening.

"It's like this, lard-ass! You fucked up! You picked the wrong girl to jump out of the bushes on! You should have never tried to rape Lana with that puny little thing you call a prick. So now you pay!" Stacy said. She could see how much Lana was enjoying watching the poor excuse for a man squirm.

"But--" Charlie sputtered, trying to say something in his defense, but not getting to finish as Stacy cut him off.

"But my ass! What do you think Lana? Should I shoot his little pee-pee off?" She laughed, pointing the gun at his crotch.

Charlie looked as if he were ready to cry. When Stacy pointed the gun at his little cock, he scrunched down, trying to protect his cock and balls with his hands. He didn't know if she was serious or not as he whined, "Please don't, please!"

Both women laughed at his cowardly response to the threat. Lana loved having the fat, disgusting slob groveling at their threats. Shaking her head, Stacy said, "Don't worry, asshole, I'm not going to shoot your prick off. Just get your ass over there and lay face-down on that bed."

Charlie was so relieved to know she wasn't planning on shooting him in the crotch that he went obediently over and lay face-down like she commanded. He didn't know what they had planned, but anything was better than that.

"Tie him up, honey!" Stacy told her young niece.

She held the gun ready in case Charlie needed more persuasion. He lay there meekly as they took the lengths of rope they had cut ahead of time and tied him spread-eagled on the bed. Now they had him completely helpless and at their mercy.