J. Watson - Sister's Rape Lesson

“Bad things,” Louise said. “But what’s worse is that after a while you start liking it. You start wanting him to do things to you.”

“I never would,” Tracy said.

“Yes you will,” Louise said. “You’ll do anything he tells you. Anything.”

Brad came back into the room again and Louise hurried out. Brad waited until Louise was up the stairs before he nodded to Tracy.

“Mr. Douglas wants to see you,” Brad said. “He’s in the last room on the hall.”

“I’m tired,” Tracy said. “I’ll see him in the morning.”

“You’ll go now,” Brad said.

His voice was hard and Tracy knew he meant what he said. She didn’t want to be hit again in the stomach so she quickly agreed. She left Brad and walked up the stairs. She walked to the last room and knocked at the door.

“Come in,” Joe said.

Joe was lying on a big bed in the middle of the room. He wore a purple dressing gown with a gold emblem on the pocket. He had been reading a book but he put it aside.

“Did you get the room clean?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered.

“Good,” he said. He waved toward the bar. “Do you want a drink?”

“No,” she said. “I’m tired. I’m ready for bed.”

“I would like one,” he said.

She sighed. Another time she might have argued, but she was just too tired. She went to his bedroom bar and made him a drink. She brought it back to him and he sipped it.

“Good,” he said, smacking his lips.

“What do you want with me?” she asked.

Her voice was sharper than she intended it to be. He sipped again at his drink.

“Did you enjoy our little party?” he asked.

“No,” she answered.

“You looked at though you were.”

“I was sickened by it,” she said. “I thought it was disgusting.”

“Yet you were excited by it,” he said.

“Yes,” she admitted.

He patted the edge of the bed and she sat down. She noticed that his dressing gown opened at the waist and he was naked beneath it. His limp cock pressed against the robe.

“It’s time you had another lesson,” he said softly. “Take off all your clothes.”

She jumped up from the bed as if it were hot. She paced back and forth in front of him nervously. She had changed her mind about being there. She had decided to go home.

“I want to go home,” she said. “I don’t want to stay here any more.”

His eyes got hard. “That’s impossible,” be said.

“It’s not impossible,” she said. “I’m going home. Ask your driver to take me or I’ll get my bags and walk. I can always find a phone somewhere.”

“You’re being foolish,” he said, sipping his drink. “You’re being very foolish.”

“I’m leaving,” she said.

He shrugged his shoulders.

“All right,” he said. “If you want to leave that the door is open.”

She was a little stunned. She had not expected it to be this easy.

“You mean I can just walk out?” she said.

“Certainly,” he said. “I wouldn’t keep you here against your will. I can’t spare Brad to drive you anywhere, though. You’ll have to find your own way.”

“All right,” Tracy said. “That’ll be fine.” Tracy left his room with a sense of relief. She could find a ride somehow and she could get back to Maggie’s place. She would explain to Maggie that she couldn’t go through with it and then she would go back home.

Back to the small town life she had been intended for.

It was wet and cold outside. And dark. She had changed to a pants outfit that helped to keep some of the cold from her body but she still shivered as she stepped outside. She hoped she would be able to find a ride quickly and get back to the warmth of Maggie’s apartment.

She started walking fast, swinging her bag, hoping that the brisk walk would warm her up. She hadn’t gone very far when a car came up behind her.

The car stopped beside her.

“Do you want a ride, baby?” a man asked.

She started toward the car and then stopped. She didn’t like the looks of the car and of the people in it. There were three men in the back seat and two in the front. She could smell whiskey on their breath.

“No thank you,” she said. “I’m waiting for a ride. It should come any time now.”

“You lying bitch,” one man said. “Get in the car.”

“No,” she said.

She started backing away as one of the men got out of the car and came toward her. He looked big and ugly. She dropped her bag and turned to run. She was not quick enough. He caught her in two steps and his strong arms went around her waist.

“Wait,” he told her.

“Let me go,” she said. “Let me go!”

His fingers crept up the front of the blouse to caress her titties. She kicked back at him but she missed. One of his hands went around her neck.

“I could hurt you,” he said. “Don’t fight or I’ll hurt you.”

“Let me go!” she said again.

This time her kick brought a grunt of pain from him. She felt his hands loosen and she jerked from his grasp. But it was too late for her to get away. Another man had gotten out of the car and was standing in front of her. She turned back toward the road but he was on her in seconds.

“Don’t fight,” he warned. “Quit your Goddamn wiggling.”

The two men took her arms and pulled her back to the car. They opened the back door and pitched her into the back seat. There were two men in the back of the car and they grabbed her hands and legs.

A third man slipped into the back seat so that she was lying across them. He started to unbutton her pants and she couldn’t wiggle away.

“Let me go,” she pleaded. “Let me go. Please let me go.”

The man only laughed and continued to undo her pants. He got them undone and opened them up so that her panties were visible. He put his hand into her pants and rubbed her pussy.

“Stop that,” she said. “You’re an animal. Stop that, you bastard!”

She struggled but it did no good as he peeled her pants halfway down her legs. He put his rough hand inside her panties and ran his fingers across the entrance to her pussy. She shivered despite his roughness.

“You can’t rape me,” she begged them. “Please don’t! I’ll tell the police!”

“You stupid bitch,” be said. He slapped her hard across the face. “You’ll tell nobody. You didn’t really think Mr. Douglas was ready to let you go.”

She stopped struggling as she realized what his words meant. Mr. Douglas had told these men to do this. He had never intended to let her escape his clutches.

“Now just relax,” he said. “It’ll be easier on you. We have a job to do.”

“What are you going to do to me?” Tracy asked.

“I should think that would be obvious,” the man said. Tracy winced with pain as one of his rough lingers penetrated her cunt. “We’re going to fuck you.”

“Oh God no!” Tracy said.

The man laughed again. His rough finger was going in and out of Tracy’s pussy but she was dry and it was hurting. Another man unbuttoned her blouse and reached underneath to unclasp her bra.

“Let’s see what kind of titties she’s got,” the man said. “I like a girl with big titties and she looks like she’s got a pair.”

“Stop,” Tracy said weakly.

But she knew that no amount of protesting would make these men stop. They worked for Joe and they did what they were told. Besides, these men looked as if they were enjoying themselves.

He gather blouse off her somehow and then his fingers were playing with her nipples. He got them hard with a few casual strokes.

“Look at this,” he said. “Already getting hard. I think she’s going to be a sweet fuck.”

She didn’t know where they took her but she realized that the car had gone about a mile. She was undressed except for her panties. The car stopped and they pushed her out of the back seat. They were stopped before a run-down cabin.