J. Watson: Gang-raped sisters

Beverly realized it was the truth. Even her own mother wouldn't believe her. Her mother would believe that she'd propositioned the man, and even her father wouldn't be really sure. She realized that she would have to do what he asked, but maybe she could make it quick and painless. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Now a real kiss," he said.

He grasped her wrist and pulled her to him. His brutal lips found hers. She tasted beer. His mouth sucked at hers until it was sickening. She pulled away from him.

"Damn you!" Mr. Juniper said. "You just haven't learned your lesson. Well, I know how to teach you a lesson. I know how to teach you."

She watched with horror as he pulled his wide belt off. It was a big, brass-studded piece of hard leather. She had seen him beat a beautiful horse with that belt.

"No!" she begged. "Don't hit me with that! Please don't hurt me!"

"You're going to learn to do exactly as I tell you."

She felt the first hard blow across her shoulders. She screamed in pain. She tried to dodge out of his way, but he followed her. Again and again the belt fell. He finally forced her into a corner where she rolled herself into a tight little ball.

Finally he stopped.

She was crying softly. She felt bruised along her ribs and on her shoulders. She was bleeding in one spot where one of the brass studs had sliced her.

"Now," he said. "Now give me a little kiss like you really mean it."

This time she kissed him back as hard as she could. She didn't pull away when his fat tongue wiggled into her mouth. She held back her disgust and rubbed her tongue against his and moaned like she was enjoying it.

"Okay," he said, drawing back. "Now, that was more like it. Now, how about running to the kitchen and getting old Juniper another beer."

He sat down on a chair by the door as she walked into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator door and took the beer out.

She tried to will her legs to run for the front door, but they wouldn't move. She was too frightened. Her spirit had been broken by the belt.

She shook her head sadly as she took his beer back into the living room and handed it to him. He smiled at her and his yellow teeth showed.

"Yes sir," he said. "A man surely gets lonely when his wife's away. Really lonely. Why don't you have that drink that I offered you?"

She shook her head.

He kept smiling at her as he put the can near her lips. "Drink it!"

"I don't drink," Beverly protested. "I really won't like it. You'll just be wasting your beer."

"Drink it!"

She took a drink and made a face of disgust. The liquid was foul-tasting and it burned her throat. She didn't like it at all.

"You'll get used to it," Mr. Juniper laughed. "Yes sir, I think you'll get used to it."

"Never," Beverly said.

He kept on laughing. Beverly didn't want to move. She was afraid of doing something that would disturb him. She kept remembering how the belt had felt falling across her shoulders. She could still feel the raw stinging.

Finally he quit laughing. "You know what I'd like now?"

"What?"

"Now I'd like for you to do that dance for me," Mr. Juniper said. "I'd like to see you dance. I'd like to see how you shake it, sweet Sissy."

She was afraid of disobeying him again. She walked to the center of the room and she tried to sway to the music. She did the best she could, but she was aware that her movements were stiff looking.

Mr. Juniper didn't seem to mind. He was staring at her hotly and licking his lips. "Take your hair down. I want to see you shaking it with all that black hair down to the crack of your ass."

She reached up and undid the pins that held her hair in place. Her hair came tumbling down and she could see that he was pleased. She began to move once more to the music and she tried to bounce her head like he wanted.

"Nice," Mr. Juniper said. "Really nice. What a wonderful way you've got of shaking your sweet ass, Sissy. I love a young girl's ass."

Beverly stopped dancing. Now she was trembling. Once again tears burned at her eyes.

"Please," she said. "Just let me out of here. Please, just let me go."

"Sure," he said. "I'll let you go after I have a little fun with you."

"What do you mean?"

"I think you know. We both know what kind of girl you are. I think you know what kind of fun I want to have."

"Oh God!" Beverly exclaimed.

"Exactly," Mr. Juniper said. "I want to fuck you. I want to feel your tight pussy around my cock."

"But your wife might come home," Beverly protested.

"That doesn't matter," Mr. Juniper said. "Right now I'm horny enough not to care."

Panic struck Beverly. She was trembling. She looked with apprehension at the bulge that was already forming in his trousers. She looked with longing at the door by his chair, the door to freedom that would lead to the outside. But her legs just wouldn't move. She kept remembering the belt.

"Just keep moving with the music, Sissy," Mr. Juniper said. "And strip out of your clothes. But slowly. I want to enjoy every bit of your bare skin."

"But I couldn't!" Beverly protested, "I couldn't do that. Please don't make me do that!"

"I said I was going to fuck you and I am!" Mr. Juniper licked his lips. "Now if you make things harder for me I might be tempted to make things hard for you."

"Please!" Beverly begged. "Just let me go."

"Do it!" Mr. Juniper commanded. "Do it or I'll beat you black and blue!"

She knew he meant it. His eyes were filled with lust and nothing could stop a man once he got like that. She knew he would hurt her if she didn't go along. She shrugged.

She started to dance again. Slowly she undid the top buttons of her blouse so that her flesh-colored bra showed through. His eyes were popping out.

"Show it to me, sweet Sissy," Mr. Juniper said. "Show me what you have."

She tried to smile as she opened her blouse the rest of the way and shrugged it off her shoulders.

She reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra. She let it fall to the floor.

"Nice," he said. "Goddamn nice titties. I knew they would be. I knew they'd be so creamy and firm with those sweet little hard nipples on the end. Oh God! My cock's getting as hard as a rock."

Beverly felt herself blushing red in shame. She wanted to run away and hide herself from his dirty eyes, but there was no place for her to run to.

"Isn't this enough?" Beverly questioned. "Haven't you seen enough?"

"Sissy," he said, licking his lips again, "like I said, they're nice, but I can't fuck your titties no matter how hard I try. Take the rest off. I want to see your pussy. I want to see your sweet cunt."

She made no more pretense of dancing. She sat down on the floor and unlaced her boots. She pulled them off and then her wool socks. She unzipped her pants and stripped them off her legs and stood there in nothing but her flimsy cotton panties.

"Damn!" Mr. Juniper's voice trembled. "Why don't you come here, Sissy. I want to show you something. Something you'll like."

Beverly was afraid she knew what he wanted to show her.

She walked slowly to him. He was drinking his beer with one hand and rubbing his crotch with the other.

"I've got a problem," he said. "I've got a growth between my legs. A hard growth. And you're going to have to do something about it."

Beverly stood without moving. She watched as he unzipped his trousers. He pulled his trousers open and released his throbbing cock.

Beverly gasped! It was true that she'd seen cocks before, but never one as huge and as brutal-looking as old Juniper's cock.

"My God!" Beverly exclaimed. "That thing would kill me! You can't put it in me!"

Mr. Juniper ignored her as if he didn't hear what she'd said. He began to stroke his cock until it became filled with blood and was rock-hard.