Paul Gable: Raped daughter, roped mother

"I'm not through with you yet!"

"Please, don't… just let me go. Please, I've got a daughter and she's home alone and…"

"You think she'd wanna join us?" Brad asked mockingly, smirking down at the woman.

"No!"

Thank God at least Dina couldn't see this, Wendy thought. She wondered how long he was going to keep her here like this, bound to the bed, his prisoner, his willing victim.

Back at the house things weren't any better for Dina.

"Yaggghhhh!" the teenager screamed. There was the sound of another slap as his knuckles bruised across her chin, sending Dina wheeling backward. Her knees buckled as her belly hit the back of the sofa. She reached frantically forward, clawing at the material. Shaking her head, trying to focus her eyes, Dina fought back another scream as the big man came up to her.

He had made a call to some friends of his. There would be another tormentor. He was already on his way over.

Turning around, Dina glanced at the ship clock sitting on the yawning fireplace mantel. Nine o'clock. Her mother said she probably wouldn't be home until past midnight. Three hours to go, and even then, Dina thought, what could her mother do? If she surprised them, wouldn't she be a victim as well? She wondered.

Dina moaned, sinking to the floor. Once more she had tried to make a break for it, and once more Jack had caught her, beating her to the floor.

"You try that again and you'll be shittin' teeth for the next week."

Dina shook her head. She wasn't going to cross him, not any longer. The girl could see the consequences, and they made her tremble.

"Just to make sure… come on…"

His paw-like hands gripped her upper arm, tugging her up off the floor.

"Gino…"

Her wailing protests bounced off the walls as she felt herself dragged across the living room floor. She stumbled once more.

"Where's the fuckin' bedroom," Jack demanded, pausing in the hall.

"Th-there," Dina said, nodding in the direction of the second opened door, sniffing back the tears.

Jack pulled her after him. He grabbed her by the shoulders when they reached the doorway and shoved her back hard.

"Ooohhh!" she cried.

Dina fell on her naked ass, brought both hands down and began scooting back in terror from the approaching man. Jack towered over her, his eyes almost glowing in the dark. The girl could once more feel the scratching sensation of the carpet piling against her upper thighs and asscheeks. She kept scurrying back toward the bed, her eyes wide, bulging, focused on her tormentor. Then she felt her spine banging against the front legs of her bed.

"This the closet?" Jack asked.

He was standing by a door near her. Dina nodded her head. She reached up to wipe a stray tear from under her eye. Jack hummed same tune while he opened the door and spread the clothes from one another. She heard the strangely comforting soft rustle of moving clothes. He stepped in a little farther, always keeping an eye on the trembling girl.

"Hank oughtta be here in a bit. Gotta keep you busy, though," Jack muttered under his breath.

Dina saw him gripping something, and tugging back. It was an inch-wide leather belt she used at times for her slacks. Jack was examining it, running his fingers up and down the length and checking its texture.

"Mine's better, but I ain't gonna leave you here to get it from the other room."

"Wh-what?"

He moved away from the opened closet door, gripping the belt tightly at one end. In a flash, the teen realized what he was going to do.

He held her belt as if he had a whip. Her eyes filled with the image of that belt gently swaying back and forth in front of his cock.

"Please, oh please don't do this… don't oh please…" she sobbed.

No one, not even her mother, had hit her before. Nothing could have prepared her for this. To be used as a where was one thing. But to be hurt was quite another.

"You ain't got a choice. You've been real bad tryin' to get away from me. You gotta pay now, baby, pay high."

Dina stared at the belt, terrified of what the payment might be. Nothing could prevent Jack from collecting.

Dina's mind raced madly. Perspiration dotted her forehead and ran freely out from under her arms. She couldn't guess at the depths Jack might sink to and try dragging her to. It was all so new to her.

"Please…"

Her mind just couldn't grasp the twistings of Jack's mind, the way it was working… or failing to work.

"No…" she pleaded.

Dina slid backward, her terror-stricken eyes, focused on that big advancing animal, the awful brown belt swinging in front of him. Dina's scalp crawled, tingled with her fear.

"No!"

She gripped the bed, tugging at the sheets. In a last, desperate effort, the girl twisted around and ran from him, speeding toward the closet on all fours. Her tits hung down low, her nipples brushing over the carpet. She could hear Jack behind her, hear him laughing as she headed for the closet. If only she could get there, hide among the clothes, shut the door and lock it she'd be safe for a while.

Dina felt her head brushing against her clothes, smelled the pungent aroma of mothballs invade her nose. She was halfway inside when the girl felt a hand gripping her ankle.

Jack pulled back hard, making her fall on her face and strike her chin hard on the floor. He dragged her back toward the bed, after kicking the closet door shut.

"No!"

There was no escape now, no place for her to run. He had closed the bedroom door as well and now stood in front of it, tapping the belt against his foot.

"Oh no, no, no…"

Again the girl slid back until she felt the bed against her flesh. Outside she could hear a dog barking. A car sped down the street. Life was normal, even boring for most people out there tonight. If only they could realize what was going on here and call the police, she wished.

Dina shut her eyes and bit down hard on her lower up, shaking her head from one side to the other. Nothing would happen, no one would come.

"Uhhhhhh…" she moaned.

"The race is over, baby. All over."

He snapped the belt, its leather cracking menacingly. Dina shivered, drawing both hands protectively over her tits.

"Now it's time for me, again. We're gonna see how good you are at this."

Dina opened her eyes once more, watching as Jack cocked his arm back, drawing the leather belt back. It made a broad S above his head, straightening quickly with a loud pop that echoed in the small room.

Again the girl cringed, sinking her head into her shoulders as she tucked her legs back protectively. She half turned around, her arms pressing harder against her sides.

"Yaggghhhhh!"

The brown belt hissed through the air, cutting the shadows, descending on the girl. Just as she started to scoot away a third time, the leather found its target, slicing into the flesh just below her last rib.

"Ughhhh…"

There was a terrible sensation of heat followed by the sting of tire belt. Dina sobbed, brushing her hair from her face. Looking up, she saw Jack swinging the belt over his head once more. He laughed, then brought it down a second time. It seemed to come toward her in slow motion.

"Yaggghghhhh!"

Again the belt, again the terrible slicing pain that nearly made her faint. It chewed the flesh along her right hip, leaving a long red mark on her skin.

Dina screamed again and again mindlessly, scooting away, banging into a wall. She turned around, confronting her tormentor once more. The belt came down, striking her on the shoulder. Dina shrieked, her body jerking. Still yelping, she rolled away, clawing at the carpeting.

"Uhhhhhhh…"

The belt came down on her asscheeks, the end licking into her asscrack. But instead of producing pain alone, there was a pleasurable heat that exploded, shooting to her clit and producing delight.