Joan Kelly - Rape me!

"Let me have that back or I'm going to…"

He grinned from one side of his face. "Yeah, what you gonna do? Tell that cop over there? He'll ask how old you are right off."

"It's not against the law to be sixteen."

"It is if your parents have notified the cops that you turned up missing."

"Tony, let me have that back. I…" He pinched my arm and smiled as we walked around another policeman lounging by the door. The man nodded as we went out. Tony pulled me along, his fingers too strong for me to twist free of.

"Damn you," I spit, "Goddamn you, let me go!"

"Shut up and come on." His arm was around my waist now. The warmth of him hugging me close against him was doing things to my knees. I felt our hips brush, felt my boob flatten for an instant against his ribcage. He was so damned big, so strong. And his strength seemed to drain mine away. I knew that if I didn't get loose from him soon, he'd have me in his blazer and be driving me somewhere in a city I knew nothing about.

When Tony opened the door and tossed my box inside, I cringed back. He grabbed me roughly and dragged me over.

"Get in!"

"I don't want to… I…"

He pushed me in anyway and went around the car. I thought of jumping out again, of running. But to where? My clothes were in the box. I had three dollars and couldn't get a hold of my aunt on the phone. And the streets were full of policemen. I was really beginning to believe that by now my parents would have notified the authorities. I'd left no note. As far as they knew, some nut had abducted me. Like Tony…

"Where are we going?" Tony looked over but didn't say a word. I saw that the back of his blazer was pretty big. He'd been sleeping in it probably. Them were rumpled blankets everywhere. "You can't just take me away like this! What if the police ask you what's going on?"

"I've taken a lot of chances in my life," he said. "This is only another one of 'em."

We bumped along the street in silence. Tony seemed so sure of himself, and me. I knew that he wanted to get in my pants again. Now that he'd fucked me, forced me to open my cunt to him, tied me up and raped me… now that he'd done that, he thought I'd give in easy. But I wouldn't. I wouldn't!

"You're even prettier than you were the last time I saw you."

I stared straight ahead, trying to stop my ears mentally against his voice. He reached out his hand but I moved away. Tony laughed. We were heading into a part of town where cheap motels lined the avenue on both sides. I was watching Tony out of the corner of my eye. My breathing came in scared gasp. I felt weaker than ever, felt strangely excited, too. But more than anything I wanted to be safe from any male. Safe from their hot, hard cocks and sexy looks, their hands doing awful things to my body. Tony swung the blazer into the driveway of a motel. I stiffened, grasped the door handle until my fingers began to ache.

"If you think I'm going into a motel room with you, you're crazy." Tony pulled me suddenly against his chest. I felt his fingers slipping up my belly, under my jersey to cup a tit. I wished I still had my bra, wished the sailor on the bus hadn't cut it to pieces. The cupped feel of his spread fingers made me dizzy. I couldn't let it happen again. I didn't want to weaken to that exhilarating fire that Tony's lips were bringing to my neck. I squirmed, tried to free myself but couldn't. He was unbuttoning my jeans. I went red as he pushed down low enough to know that my panties were gone.

"You're shaking all over, Lorrie. You keep trying to pretend you're above sex, or afraid of it or something I don't quite figure…"

"I am afraid…" I tried to keep his hands from delving any deeper in the damp tangle of my cunt hair, "…of you."

"No you're not. You're afraid of yourself."

"Please let me go. Take me to my Aunt Betty's house." I writhed my ass on the seat, tried to keep his tickling fingers from parting the lips of my pussy. Oh, why did they all want to do that first? I couldn't stand the sensation very long without getting giddy and weaker than I already was. But Tony was stronger than I was. His fingertip petted droplets of slick juice from my cunt.

"Why are you breathing so fast?"

"I… I'm afraid. I'm afraid of what you want to do. You raped me once."

"I never raped you." He laughed through his nose. "You sure weren't fighting very hard when I tied you up."

"I did fight you. You were too strong." Tony crushed my lips with his. I tried to keep my mouth closed but his tongue tickled me until I had to gasp for air. "Why… why are you…" Tony kissed me wordless. His finger worked steadily in the slippery heat between my cuntlips. I couldn't keep still. As ashamed as I was of what had happened on the bus that very evening, this new friction was too tantalizing to resist. My ass worked back and forth against Tony's rubbing as he kissed my neck wet.

"Stop it… I don't want to do this with you. I hate you!"

Tony took his keys and got out. I fell weakly against the steering wheel as he walked to the small office and rang the bell. A splat of rain hit the windshield and then I heard more on the metal roof. Tony went inside. He was getting a room, a room he could take me to and fuck me…

I pushed open the door and dragged my cardboard box out after me. Maybe even the police would be better than letting Tony screw me again, make me more ashamed than I already was. I started across the lot of the motel as the rain pattered on the asphalt. As I walked, the slickened lips of my cunt rubbed together, rubbed my clit and reminded me that I was wearing no panties. I hadn't had time to get all my buttons fastened and my jeans were slipping lower on my hips. I held them up with one hand, clung to the string of my box with the other. Behind me Tony came out of the office.

"Lorrie!" His voice was sharp, commanding. I stopped. I was trembling all over. The rain was not hard, but I could feel it tickling against my head and shoulders. "Lorrie, come here!" I wanted to cry. I dropped my head and whimpered from the warring emotions that spun through my brain. What was wrong with me? Was I turning into somebody else, a stranger to everything I'd learned and knew was right?

"Lorrie, come here to me. Now!"

"Help me, Jesus," I breathed, turning my face up to the sky. Raindrops cooled my cheeks, skittered down my neck. My nipples burned against the inside of my jersey. I could almost feel Tony's strong fingers supporting the quivery firm weight of each tit. A wave of helplessness swept through me. My loose jeans slipped a little lower on my hips. I turned, started slowly back across the lot. When Tony's fingers circled my neck, I couldn't look up. He led me like a lamb to cabin three, opened the door.

I sat trembling on the edge of the bed while he drove the blazer up and began to bring in some things. He set a bottle of whiskey on the dresser, then closed and locked the door. That sound, the sound of being trapped sent a bolt of panic through me. I lunged towards the door, beat my fists against it as I screamed for help. Tony spun me around by the shoulder, slapped me sprawling across the bed. Then he was all over me. I felt his hands jerking my jeans down. He was turning me over his knee. Maybe it was all my childhood memories welling up at once, old habits, old fears… but when Tony began to spank me, I bawled like a kid. He was spanking me hard!

"That hurts! Ohh, Tony, don't!" I writhed my hips against his thighs, trying to protect myself, but Tony pinned my hands back and kept spanking. My cheeks were wet with tears and my ass was glowing hotly. I knew it must be red with the marks from his hard hand.

"You gonna learn right now who's boss now," Tony said as he spanked. "From now on, I'm the daddy and you're the daughter."

"You think you're so much older than I am?" I choked back, but my heart wasn't in it. I knew I couldn't fight him. I didn't want to any more. The spanking stopped. He shoved me to my feet and held my chin until I looked at him.