Chapter 4

Rena felt frightened and confused as she followed Dave into the other room.

She didn't like the way things were going. She didn't like the way Jennifer had acted. She had never seen her friend like that before. It was as if Jennifer had turned suddenly into another person.

"Very nice," Dave Madden said, "isn't it kind of nice being alone?"

"No," she said.

She didn't like being anywhere alone with Dave. She knew he had ideas that she was afraid of, and she wouldn't have agreed if it hadn't been for her fear for the young boy.

Dave Madden was an animal and he wouldn't have hesitated a moment in shooting the young boy down. Rena had decided that she had a better chance with Dave than the boy had.

Dave sat down on the couch and patted the place beside him.

"Come on over here, doll," he said. "We've got a lot to talk about."

"We don't have anything to talk about," he said, "and I think I'd be better off sitting over here."

His eyes grew ugly and she was afraid he was going to come after her.

"You'd better get that pretty little ass over here," he said.

She ran her fingers nervously through her dark hair. She had never felt as afraid as she did now. Nor had she ever felt as helpless. Dave Madden was a man capable of doing anything.

"All right," she agreed.

He smiled at her as she walked across the room and sat down beside him. She crossed her legs.

"You're a pretty thing," he said, "as pretty as your friend. Course your tits aren't as big."

"Please don't talk like that," she said.

"Like what?" he asked her. "You don't like to hear talk about sex? What do you and your husband talk about?"

"I'm not married," Rena said.

"Not married," he said. "My God, don't tell me you're a virgin."

"Yes," she admitted softly.

Dave stared at her in disbelief. He could already feel his prick growing hard at her words. He couldn't believe his luck. Goddamn, but he'd found a hot little bitch and a virgin all in the same night. He took another long look at her slender body. Broken in right and she could be the hottest thing he'd ever handled.

"Goddamn," he said again.

He put his hand on her knee and squeezed. He felt her body tense as he played with her knee.

"I really like you, honey," he said. "I'd like to get your pants off. I'd like to put my big cock in your cunt. Just like I did your friend. Did you like watching us fuck in the back seat? Didn't it turn you on just a little?"

"Leave me alone," she begged him. "Can't you just leave me alone."

"Sure, baby," he said. "Right after you give me what I want. You're going to like this."

"I'm leaving," she said.

She jerked her knee out of his grasp and stood up suddenly. She thought she had seen his anger before but she was wrong. He gave a cry of rage and jumped up after her.

"Let me go," she said.

He slapped her hard across the cheek and she went stumbling backwards.

"You animal," she said. "Leave me alone. I'm leaving here."

"You crazy little bitch," he said. "Don't you understand? I own you. I'm going to do you just like I did your girlfriend and you're going to love it."

"No," she whispered.

"There's not a goddamned thing you can do about it," he said.

She stared into his lust bloated face and she realized what he said was true. There was nothing she could do about it. He was physically stronger and much tougher. He would take her apart if she made a mistake.

"I don't want you to hurt me," she said.

"I'm not going to hurt you, baby," he said. "I'm going to make you happy."

He bent down and kissed her softly on the lips, and she couldn't help jerking her mouth away. She felt sick. She turned away but not before he could see the revulsion on her face.

"You bitch," he said savagely. "You fucking bitch. I'll teach you to turn away from me."

He slapped her down on the couch and then picked her up again. She felt as light as a feather in his strong hands. He began shaking her until she was afraid he was going to shake the teeth right out of her throat.

"Bitch," he said over and over. "Bitch."

He dropped her to the couch again. She was sobbing softly as he put his big hands on her shoulders. Before, she knew what he was doing he had ripped her blouse into shreds. "No," she screamed. "Oh my God, no!"

He ripped the blouse off her and she stood panting in just her pants and bra. He walked toward her with an evil gleam in his eye. She backed away until there was no place else she could go.

"Leave me alone," she said. "Please."

"Baby," he said. "I'm going to take your goddamn clothes off and then I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. I'm going to teach you what it means to turn away from a man."

She clawed at his face but he grabbed her arm and twisted it down. She felt pain shoot through her shoulder. He let go of her and slapped her back against the wall. He kept her pinned there as he bent to kiss her soft white throat.

"Animal," she whispered.

She felt sick and disgusted at his touch. She brought her knee up in an instinctive reaction. She heard his grunt of pain as her knee hit his balls.

This time she'd really gotten him mad and she hadn't hurt him enough to stop him.

He slammed her back against the wall and his fist slammed into her stomach. She was out of breath for a moment and he gave her no time to get her strength back.

"Do you want to play rough?" he asked her. "I'll teach you how to play rough, you fucking cunt!"

He grabbed her by the head and began pushing her head back against the wall. Again he slammed her until she was seeing stars. He slapped her cheeks until she tasted blood.

"Oh my God, stop," she pleaded.

He didn't stop. He kept hurting her until she felt like she had no strength left. Finally he released her into a sobbing heap on the floor.

He grabbed her hair and lifted her head up.

"I'm going to fuck you, cunt," he said. "I'm going to stick my cock right up your pussy and in your mouth and anywhere else I want to. I'm going to give it to you, bitch, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Everything he said was true and there was no sense righting any longer.

She nodded her head. "All right."

He picked her up and leaned her back against the wall again. This time his mouth was hard as he pressed against her. She felt his tongue probing her lips and she opened up. His hot tongue darted into her mouth and touched her own.

"There," he said. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it? But we haven't started good yet."

He kissed her again on the mouth and allowed his tongue to explore the inside of her mouth. She felt a little weak and sick, but she knew better than to try to pull away again.

She tensed as she felt one of his big hands pawing her breasts.

"Hell," he said. "Take that damn thing off. I don't want a woman wearing bras. I like to see titties flop."

She reached behind her back and unhooked the clasps of her bra. She bit back a sob as she felt his eyes touching her in a way no man ever had.

She dropped the bra and it fell to the floor. She removed her arms and allowed him to look at her tits. He stood there for a long time just looking.

"Fantastic," he said.

He pressed her against the wall with his strong, stocky body while his hands freely groped at her ripe tits. For the first time she felt a man's fingers bruising her tender flesh.

"They feel real fine, honey," he said, "they're small but they feel real fine."

She wanted to be sick to her stomach but she somehow controlled herself. She could feel his hardness pressing against her stomach. She shut her eyes but that didn't help. She was suddenly flooded with mental pictures.

She could still see Jennifer and this man in the back seat. She could hear the soft cries they made. She could still see Jennifer's blonde head bobbing up and down on his immense shaft.

His fingers clutched her titties tightly and he started running his thumb over her nipples.

She tried to will herself not to feel anything.

She tried to think of other things. Nothing helped. Even as a girl, her breasts had always been sensitive. One touch could drive her crazy. She had always had to be so careful.

He felt her nipples begin to stiffen and he laughed lewdly.

"All you virgin pieces are just alike," he said. "You're hot for it."

"No," she lied, through clenched teeth. I don't like it. You're an animal and I get sick looking at you.

He laughed again because he knew she was lying. He kissed her mouth and found her bps warm. He sucked at her tongue but she struggled to keep it from him.

He didn't get angry. He only got more determined to teach her a lesson. He was going to make the coldhearted bitch beg for his cock before he was done.

He fondled her titties a few moments longer and then he stepped back from her.

"Okay, sweetie," he said. "I want to see what you've been hiding all these years. Strip the rest off. Right now!"

He walked back to the couch and sat down. He wasn't afraid of her trying to run away again. She was too frightened for that. He licked his lips as he watched her firm tits heave.

She was really turning him on. She looked so sweet and innocent and so damned scared.

"All right," he said, leaning back on the couch. "Hurry it up. I want you to strip the rest of your things off. I Want to see that sweet virgin cunt of yours. Hurry!"

She couldn't hurry. Her fingers trembled as she undid her pants. She couldn't seem to get the buckle to work right. Finally she had it undone and she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Go ahead," he said. "Strip them off."

Tears stung at her eyes as she realized the hopelessness of her situation. It wasn't like the movies. Her charming hero was going to be too late to rescue her virtue.

"Get on with it," he repeated.

His eyes were ugly and there was no mercy to be found in his face. He was hungry for her. He looked at her like a hungry cat eyeing a canary.

She was still crying as she skimmed the form fitting pants down her legs and stepped out of them. She dropped the pants on the floor and stood up straight again. His dark eyes went over her body.

"Hot damn," he said. "Godalmighty, you're a fine piece of woman!"

She felt naked and dirty but there was nothing she could do about it. She closed her eyes but she immediately had to open them again. She couldn't stand the mental pictures that formed in her mind.

She kept seeing his stiff rod slamming into Jennifer and she kept hearing Jennifer's soft cries.

"This can't be happening to me," she said softly.

"It's happening," he said. "It sure is happening You've hidden your sweet body too long. It's time you found out what a woman's body is for."

Dave had never been as strongly attracted to a woman as he was this one. There was something very sexy about her. Something that made his blood hot and put an ache in his balls.

Clothes had hidden her body deceptively. Clothes had made her look skinny and she sure wasn't skinny. She had a tiny, perfect body. Like one of those shaggy darkhaired dolls the little girls had.

She wouldn't look at him and he found that this turned him on even more. He liked her to be so afraid of him.

"Now the panties," he said. "I want to see your pretty pink cunt."

"Don't make me take off anymore," she begged him. "I'll be good. I'll do the cooking and cleaning and things and I won't try to run away. Only don't do this to me. Please."

"Quit your damn crying and get your fucking panties off!" he commanded. "You act like your cunt's virgin gold. You're not the first cunt who ever got fucked and you won't be the last."

She was sobbing loudly as she skimmed the flimsy panties down her legs. She stepped out of them and her fingers immediately covered her mound.

He allowed her to keep her hands there, for a few brief moments, because that turned him on even more.

"Move your fingers," he finally said.

"I can't," she moaned.

"Move your goddamn fingers," he said.

"Please don't make me," she begged. "Go do Jennifer, but please leave me alone!"

She was frantic. She didn't, know what to do. She was willing to betray anyone to keep this evil man away from her body. She told herself that Jennifer wouldn't mind. Jennifer had loved it. She would be more than willing to fuck him again.

"Jennifer will," she said. "Jennifer's good. She'll do anything you want."

"I want you," he said. "Now move your hands or I'm going to come over there and change your looks around."

He meant it. He would have hurt her just as he would have killed the boy. She moved her hands and felt his eyes touch the sacred spot between her legs.

"Sweet looking," he said. "You have a fine pussy."

Her pussy hair was thick and raven black, a startling contrast to her ivory thighs. She did have a fantastic body. Like one of those models out of a centerfold magazine.

Dave still couldn't believe his luck. Two beautiful women in one night. And one of them a virgin.

"Come over here," he said, once more patting the place beside him on the couch.

This time she didn't protest as she walked to him. He stopped her in front of him so that he could run his eyes all over her naked body. He couldn't get enough of her.

"Damn," he said softly.

He reached around her shoulders and pulled her against him. Her flat belly quivered as he touched his lips to her skin. He ran his fingers down her back and touched her delicate ass. She shivered as his fingers caressed her. He pulled apart her plump cheeks and let his fingers explore her crack.

"Stop," she pleaded.

Her pleading only turned him on more. He wanted this dark- haired virgin. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted any woman. There was just something about her that made his balls hotter than hell. He took her hand and placed it on his rigid prick. She jerked her hand away as if she had been hurt.

"You don't like it yet, do you, sweetie?" he asked her. "Or maybe you're scared of it. Well don't worry. You're going to get used to it. Real used to it.

"I won't," she said.

He grabbed her and pulled her down in his lap. He positioned her so that he was sure she felt his hard bulge pressing into her crack. He played with her titties until he felt her sigh.

"Kiss me," he told her.

This time her lips were warmer than before. She offered him no resistance when his tongue probed. Her mouth opened and his tongue went deep into her mouth.

She responded by touching his tongue with her own. He knew she was not completely turned on yet. She was just accepting him. But he knew he was going to get her turned on. She had been too long without a man and he didn't think it was going to take long to light her fire.

He felt her nipples responding to the touch of his fingers once again. Her nipples grew into hard points as he caressed her. She had smaller titties than her friend but her nipples grew almost as big when they hardened.

"You feel so good, sugar," he said. "Your titties feel so goddamned good it makes me want to taste them. I want to get your tit in my mouth and suck on it a while."

"Please," she whispered.

He only grinned as he pushed her off his lap and made her stretch out on the soft carpeted floor. He bent over her on his knees. He kissed her throat and the soft white of her shoulders. He sensed that she was still trying to fight her feelings.

"Don't fight it," he told her. "Just relax. I'm not going to hurt you."

He kissed the tops of her firm titties. He captured one nipple and rolled it gently between his thumb and forefinger. She squirmed as if she were really trying to get away but he didn't think she was serious.

He bent down and touched his lips to her nipple. He felt her shivering as he began licking her salty flesh. Her nipple grew in his lips and he bit down gently.

"Stop that," she begged him. "Please stop that. Oh, please stop, pleaseeee!"

He couldn't have stopped then if he'd wanted too. He'd already tasted one sweet nipple and he couldn't help his hunger. He moved his mouth from one nipple to her other. He sucked more of her tender flesh into his mouth each time.

Her fingers tugged at his hair but she didn't try too hard to pull him away. It was like she had no strength in her fingers.

He left her titties and moved his lips down to her flat belly. She tasted so hot and clean. He sucked at her body and pushed his tongue into her tiny navel.

"Ooooooo," she moaned.

He knew she was feeling it then. He knew she didn't have the will to stop him from doing anything he wanted to do. He moved his lips down until he was touching just above the beginning of her thick pubic hair. He could smell her sweet pussy.

"God, baby," he said. "God, you taste so good!"

"What are you doing?" she asked. "Oh, don't do that. Don't. What are you doing, you filthy animal?"

She was a crazy tittle bitch for all the while she begged him to stop, her fingers tugged him lower.

He pushed his tongue into the curly mat of her pussy hairs. She tasted fine. He went lower and kissed the plump tips. This time he felt her hips jerk.

"You love it, cunt," he said. "You're wild for it."

"No," she lied.

All the while her fingers kept tugging him closer to her cunt. He put his hands on her thighs and pulled them apart. He licked his lips as he looked into her juicy inner cunt.