J. Watson - Sister's Rape Lesson

“You stupid bitch,” he said, stuffing his prick back into his trousers. “You didn’t really think I’d let you go, did you? Shit, when Mr. Douglas is through with you I get you and you’ll suck my cock or whatever I want.”

She slapped at him but he caught her hand and jerked her from the car. He grabbed her hair and bent her head back until she was afraid her neck was going to snap.

His other hand crept between her legs. He pushed her legs apart roughly and stuffed his hand down the waistband of her pants. She felt his fingers going underneath her panties and rubbing her sore pussy lips.

“Please,” she said. “Please.”

“DO you know what would happen if I told Mr. Douglas that you tried this trick?”

“I think so,” she said.

“You bet your sweet ass you know,” Brad said. “He’d send you right back to the little cabin. Those boys can be a hell of a lot rougher than they were tonight.”

He pressed his mouth to hers and his tongue pushed between her lips. He fondled her tongue with his own. His finger penetrated her cunt and started rubbing her.

“STOP!” she begged him loudly. “It burns! It really hurts!”

“You bitches always hurt afterwards,” Brad said. “Those guys have big pricks.”

He released her. She was trembling as he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the house. Her legs were weak and she almost stumbled a few times.

“Go upstairs,” he said. “Clean yourself up and put on your gown. Mr. Douglas wants you in bed tonight and be gets what he wants.”

Somehow she staggered up the steps. She took a long, hot shower and put on the robe that was on the bed. It was long and soft and clinging. The richness of the fabric made her nipples stand up hard. She heard a knock on her door and she opened it. Louise brushed past her.

“How was it?” Louise asked.

“How was what?” Tracy asked.

“You don’t have to play games with me,” Louise said. “I know what happened. I tried to run away myself.”

“You did?”

“Yes,” Louise said. “I found out what this place was going to be like and I told him I’d rather go to jail. He let me get a little way down the street when those three men picked me up.”

“I had five,” Tracy said.

“Good God,” Louise said. “He must have really wanted to break your spirit. Three were enough for me.”

Tracy sat down on her bed. She gave her hair a few brush strokes until it was shining. Somehow she wanted her hair to look pretty.

“Are you going to him now?” Louise asked.

“Yes,” Tracy answered.

“Well good luck,” Louise said. “And let me give, you a piece of advice. Don’t fight him any more. It’s easier if you just go along with him. He’ll get what he wants and it hurts if he gets it the hard way. Go along with him.”

There was no way out for her. The only way she’d ever leave was to leave when Joe got tired of her. She found big tears running down her checks. Louise sat down beside her and comforted her with warm arms.

“There,” Louise said soothingly. “I know what you’re feeling, but everything’s going to be all right. Just do what you’re told and you’ll find that things have a different look to them.”

“They couldn’t have a different look to them,” Tracy sobbed.

“But they will,” Louise assured her. “Just do what you’re told and you’ll find that you’ll start liking it here.”

“I could never like it here,” Tracy said. “I hate it. I hate what they’ve done to me. I hate my sister for bringing Joe Douglas into my life.”

Louise bent her head and gave her a kiss on the check. Tracy turned her head quickly and caught the smell of Louise’s perfume, a pleasing smell.

“Oh, Louise,” Tracy moaned.

She found herself being kissed by Louise. It wasn’t the kind of demanding kiss that Sonia had given her. It was a gentle, caressing kiss that caused her to respond hotly.

“No,” Louise said, pushing her away. “There’s time enough for that. Right now he expects you.”

“I won’t go to him,” Tracy said. “I want to stay here with you.”

“You have to go,” Louise said.

Louise left her and Tracy took control of her senses. She pulled her robe closer about her and walked out into the hall. Again she walked to the room at the end of the hall and knocked on the door.

“Come in, Tracy,” Joe said.

Nothing bad changed. It didn’t seem like most of the night had passed. He was still on the bed and reading a book. He still had on his dressing gown.

“Did you enjoy your trip?” he asked.

She wanted to charge him and scratch his eyes out. She wanted to hurt him. But she found she couldn’t move. Her spirit was gone and her body was weak. She just wanted to get her ordeal over with and get out of that place.

“Come here,” be demanded.

She drew closer and he put his hand on her thigh. He massaged her through the gown she wore. There was something exciting about the way his hands rubbed the soft fabric against her skin.

His hand went up her body in a slow, loving caress. His fingers lingered at her titties. He rubbed her nipples gently. He brought them to a hard sensitivity.

He took his hands away.

“Now take your clothes off,” be said.

She obeyed him. She undid the zipper at the top of her gown and peeled the robe off her shoulders. She was naked except for her panties. She started to pull them down and he stopped her.

“No,” he said. “Leave the panties on. Now get into bed with me.”

She got into the bed and pressed herself against him. He didn’t seem to be excited about the closeness of her body. He seemed very calm as his hands started to explore her. She winced a couple of times as his hands pressed against sore places, but be didn’t cause her much pain.

“You have a flawless body,” he said. “Your tits are much more firm than Maggie’s. You must do exercises.”

“Yes,” she said.

“Good,” he said. “I like a woman who takes care of her body. Did my men treat you very roughly?”

She looked into his face and saw that he was silently laughing at her. He would know exactly how they had treated her. He would probably have gotten a blow-by-blow description of everything.

She wanted to scream at him, to curse and call him names. Again she wanted to go for those smiling eyes and scratch him until the blood came. Again her arms felt like lead weights and she couldn’t make herself move them.

“Yes,” she said. “They treated me very roughly.”

“And have you learned your lesson?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” she said.

She could tell he was pleased at her answer. She didn’t know why she’d called him sir except that she was growing more and more afraid of him. He had so much power over her that she could feel herself trembling.

“Have you ever sucked a man’s cock?” he asked.

She remembered downstairs. She remembered how disgusting it had been to touch her lips to Brad’s cock. She remembered the strong aroma of him, the masculine smell.

“No,” she said.

“Would you like to suck mine?”

She wanted to tell him no. Instead she found herself nodding her head and he was pushing her head down his body. There was a part in his robe and she saw his limp cock. She pressed her lips to it and felt his cock stir.

Again that feeling of revulsion came over her. She didn’t like touching her lips to his cock any more than she’d liked kissing Brad’s.

“Open your mouth,” he said. “Take my cock into your mouth.”

She closed her eyes and swallowed her pride. She opened her mouth and took in the end of his cock. She remembered, bow Louise had let her head go up and down on his stiff rod.