Jim Dawson - Raped runaway

Her tits bounced freely under her tank top and her legs made her short skirt swish as she strode down the street. She didn't know why she was going back to the apartment it was the night Frank worked late. But Connie had had- a date and Lyn had left her getting ready for it.

That was something she was going to hays to talk to Fank about-dating. She had told Connie she'd had a thing going with a guy at home and was waiting to see if he was going to write to her. When he didn't, Connie was going to start trying to fix her up wi amp; guys. It would look funny if she didn't start going out with guys her age. She hoped Frank would understand amp;at she didn't want to, but that she felt she had to, in order to keep people from wondering about her and him.

Lyn was so engrossed in her thoughts amp;at she didn't notice the man hurrying after her until he was beside her. Then, suddenly, he had her hand in his in a way amp;at caused pain to shoot through her, plan so severe that she couldn't even cry out.

"I was beginning to think Harry Babne was mistaken when he said he saw you up here," her father said. He steered her around the corner and down the block. "Now, I'm glad I drove up here and hung around an day. You just walk along casually, and I won't hurt you. You give me any trouble and you'd be sorry."

She choked back a sob and tried to say sobering. but he made amp;e pain increase. "No noise out of you, understand?" Dumbly, her eyes fined with tears, amp;e girl nodded. i'~aiifway down the block was a motel. Her father steered her into the driveway and amp;en into a room. Outside, there was a roar of traffic and Lyn realized amp;ey were adjacent to amp;e main highway.

Once the door was closed and locked, her father released her hand, spun her around and slapped her across the face hard enough to make her stumble. ъ'Daddy!" Lyn protested. He had never struck her before.

"Shut up, where," he snarled as his hand slapped her oner cheek. She opened her mouth as if to scream and he slainmed a fist into her stomach, doubiing her over. Whiiie she was retching and trying to get her bees amp;, he folded a handkerchief and jammed it into her mouth, then puked it back and tied it tightly behind her head, gagging her effectively. ъ'I didn't think anyone would hear you if you screamed," he said, smiling cruelly, ъ'but, why take + chances?" n She looked at him wi amp; bewildered eyes. ъ'Strfp," he ordered.

Lyn backed away from him. He looked bke her n father, but amp;ere was an expression on his face amp;at she had never seen before, an expression amp;at scared her. She shook her head and looked at him 4 wi amp; pleading nn her eyes. n "Strip," he repeated.

When she made no move to obey, he waiiked up n to her. Lyn retreated until he had her in a corner -of of the room. Smiiing the unfamiliar Mae, he reached his hand out slowly and rested it on her shoulder. Still smiiiing, he moved his hand along her shoulder, then dug his thumb into her flesh. The pain was so severe that she rose to her tiptoes in response. ъ-I can hurt you, where, hurt you very badly," he told her. "I haven't ready done anything but show you a sample of what I can do. Or maybe you forgot I was a commando?"

Lyn had forgotten.

"Now," her father said, still speaking softly.

"You will do as I tell you, or I will hurt you. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"Good. Strip!"

She whimpered behind the gag but caught the bottom of the tank top and tugged, reversing it as she pulled it upward. In a moment, she had it over her head and dropped it to the floor.

"Go ahead," her father ordered, his eyes not leaving hers.

There was an iciness in his voice that scared her.

For the first bins, Lyn knew that she had to accept the fact that he might be cazy. Numbly, fearful of what was going to happen after she'd obeyed him, but just as fearful of what would happen if she didn't, she undid the button and zipper on the side of her skirt and let it fail to her feet.

"Keep going," he said im the same cold voice.

Lyn's eyes were filled with tears, but she hooked her thumbs under her panties and pushed them down from her hips until they, too, fell to the floor.

He moved toter than she wouiid have thought it possible for a man his age to move. Before she knew it, he had her arm behind her back and was forcing her to waiik across the room.

"I don't know who you're shacked up with up here, slut," he told her. "And I don't care. Maybe you've gotten yourself a pimp, maybe you're selGng it on your own. Hell, you might be giving it away.

"But, you're my daughter find I'm not going to stand for it. I tried to give you a good Gfe and you took advantage of me. So I'm going to teach you a lesson you'd never forget."

Suddenly, he was seated and drag; trig her across his lap. Lyn's feet fdaiiled as she realized his intention. An he did wu increue the pressure on her arm and say: "Stop kicking." The pain im her shoulder wu so severe that she obeyed.

Whihhhaaaapppp!

His hand slammed onto her bare buttock, seniing pain courFang through her body.

"Nnngii.oghhhh!" Lyn screamed, the gag muffing the sound.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" he asped. "Think how I felt when I found out you were a where. I promised myself when I heard that that- I was going to hurt you u much u you hurt me."

Whhhhaaaapppp!

His hand 1 iisnded on the other us cheek, stinging, making her kick involuntadliy.

Agilun and agiun he swung his beefy hand, raining blows on her naked us unto it was red all over and stonging Gke crazy. Lyn had given up trying to get away, had tried to deaden her mind to the assault. She had been only partiany successful, but she had found an inner strength that she Hahn' known she possessed. i'Z/ get out of thu, she vowed, somehow! get out of thins.

He twisted her arm, bringing her back to her feet. Slowly, with the strange expression even more pronounced on his face, he swtmg his hand and slashed his palm across her nipple. Lyn jumped, teaming, to her distress, that any motion on her part only added to the pain in her shoulder.

"See," he said, "you can't do anything but hurt.

If you stand still, it won't hurt u bad. And there won't be any chance of any real injury. You keep jumping around like that, and you might dislocate your shoulder."

Lyn gulped and stood there, trying not to feel ohe pain u he closed his hand over an out thrust tit and twisted it harshiiy, making her knees buckle.

He caught the other hand and twisted it, then pushed her away.

"Don't move," he snarled at her as he got up and took off his jacket.

From the inside pocket, he withdrew an important-looking document. "This is my will," he told her u he stood over her. "Under it, you'd get elrerything I own. Tomorrow, I'n change that. I'll leave you a single toner and Joyce will get the rest."

If she hadn't been gagged, Lyn would have told him he could do whatever he wanted with what he owned, that so she wanted to do was get away from him and never see him again. But she was scared to try removing the gag. If she did, he'd really hurt her.

He rose and stripped off his shirt, then pulled his belt from the loops of his trousers. She cowered atiunst the wall as he stood over her, the belt dangling.

Swwwiiisssshhhh!

The belt swooped through the air and slashed across her tits. Lyn's body arched involuntarily.

Crack!

The next blow caught her on the haunch. She hopped to her feet and tried to get away from him.

Swwwwiiiisssshhhh!

Again he struck her tits. Lynn fell to her knees and made a praying gesture with her hands. He just shook his head and struck her on the still-smarting buns.

"Begging won't do you any good," he told her, flicking the belt in such a way that the end curled between her thighs and smashed into her cunt.