Chapter 4

Lana heard her pa yell out her name. She remained perfectly still, hoping her pa would think her asleep and let her be. He probably just wanted her to go out and get more beer from the springhouse anyway. Let one of his drunken buddies get off their dead asses and get it.

Lying there in the darkness of her room, Lana could hear the voices and sounds of the card game in the next room. She used to enjoy sitting in a chair next to her Pa, watching him play. He always said she brought him luck.

Last summer had ruined that. She had taken to going to bed early on nights of the card games. Pa had wondered about it at first, but accepted her explanation that she had lost interest in watching. If he had known the truth, there would have been a killing on the mountain.

"Yeah, Charlie, my pa would have cut off your balls and stuffed them in your mouth," she said, even though he couldn't hear her. Memories of that night still caused her to shiver. Revulsion coursed through her when she remembered.

It had started with the way Charlie would stare at her. It was like he could see right through the thin cotton shifts she wore. She couldn't help the way her still-forming tits pushed against the thin material. Her nipples were visible and the shifts did mold to the curves of her ass, but that was unavoidable. The only clothes she had to wear were what she made herself.

Lana didn't own a bra and she was too embarrassed to ask her pa to buy her one. He didn't seem to take notice that his little girl's body was turning into a young woman's body. To him, she was still his little princess.

If Pa could see her lying with her legs spread and her pussy soaking wet from her recent orgasm, he'd sure change his mind. The thought brought a smile to her face.

It was after she started losing her adolescent body, her ass growing rounder and her tits starting to push their way out of her previously flat chest that the trouble started.

Pa's drinking buddy Charlie was the trouble. It started with the looks he gave her whenever she was in the same room with him. He fondled her with his eyes. They caressed her budding young tits through the material of her shifts. They squeezed her round asscheeks and moved around to rub and caress the silky hair covering her virgin cunt. He fucked her with his eyes and she felt violated.

Pa's other friends would check her out with their eyes, but it just wasn't the same. With them it was like a compliment to her. With Charlie it was degrading and he made her feel used. With him it didn't stop with the visual violations. He started accidentally brushing against her--an arm brushing her tit or finding an excuse to squeeze past her in a tight place so his hand could brush against the curve of her shapely ass--nothing she could swear was on purpose, but it happened too often to be otherwise.

Even that she could have handled, but she still shuddered when she flashed back to that night last summer.

She had stepped out of the back door of the cabin, allowing her eyes to become accustomed to the moonless darkness before trying to make her way down the dark path to the shitter. Pa had built it far enough away from the cabin so they wouldn't be rewarded with its pungent fragrance during the hot summer months.

When her eyes could make out the indistinct shapes in front of her, Lana started for the privy. It sat on the edge of the clearing where Pa had built the cabin.

Reaching the edge of the trees, she could make out the dark outline of the little building. Its ripe aroma had reached her even before she saw the outline. Her mind was on bringing lime in the morning to dump down the hole. It would deaden the rank odor. She was caught off guard when the rickety door swung open just before she reached for it.

She jumped at the sudden unexpected movement. "Christ, Charlie, you scared the shit out of me!"

Even though she couldn't see his features clearly in the darkness, the way his obese frame filled the small door told her who it was. She felt her skin start to crawl just at the sight of the fat man.

"Had to take a crap," he told her in his usual crude manner. He stepped down from the doorway and almost fell flat on his face. Righting himself he cursed. "Damn, your pa should put a step there! You could fall and bust your ass!"

She wanted to end the conversation, not only because she was uncomfortable being alone out in the darkness with him, but she had to piss so bad her teeth were floating.

"See you back at the cabin," she said, although she had no intention of seeing him at the cabin.

Moving to step around his huge form blocking the path, she was totally unprepared for what happened next. Instead of walking past, Charlie reached out, wrapping a big hairy arm around her slender form. He pulled her to him.

"Charlie. Cut it out!" she demanded. Twisting, she tried to move away from him.

"How 'bout a little kiss for Uncle Charlie?" he muttered drunkenly. He tried to cover her lips with his.

Lana moved her head just in time, her cheek catching the slobbery kiss. Pushing against Charlie's chest with her hands, she fought to twist out of his grasp. Her movements only caused his arms to tighten their grasp.

"Damn you, Charlie! You stop it right now," she told him. Her voice was filled with anger. "I'll tell Pa! He'll kill you for this."

"You ain't gonna tell your Pa," he said. "Way you prance 'round the house, wiggling your cute little ass, you been wantin' this!"

Trying to knee him in the balls, Lana spat out, "You perverted bastard, you'd be the last man I'd want to be with. Hell, you ain't even a man! You're a fuckin' animal!"

Tears of anger and frustration were rolling down her cheeks. No matter how hard she fought, she couldn't break Charlie's hold on her. The anger and frustration multiplied when she lost the battle with her bladder, the hot liquid soaking her panties and running in torrents down both legs.

"Damn little wildcat!" Charlie hissed.

He just missed having his face raked by her long nails. She had pulled her hand free, when his hands moved down to grab the cheeks of her round little ass.

"You little bitch, I'll teach you!" he threatened her.

He bent her slim body over backward, pushing her to the debris-littered ground. His hands pulling on the cheeks of her ass caused the material of her shift to ride up to the small of her back. All that was between her ass and the ground was her piss-soaked panties. She felt rocks and twigs digging in the smooth skin of her ass and thighs.

"Charlie, please let me up. You don't want to do this."

She pleaded with the fat man, her voice taking on a babyish tone. Her new tactic didn't work any better. She felt the toughness of stubble on his face scraping against her cheek as her obese attacker smothered her face and neck with slobbery, open- mouthed kisses. His sloppy tongue licked the flesh, leaving a slime-like coating.