Lesbian runaway

CHAPTER FIVE

The following afternoon found Kelly bound and gagged.

Dan Waxer had to put his step-daughter in naked restraint, in order to do what he lusted to do to her.

Kelly was nude, when he wrestled her down on the cot for the binding.

He pressed her face into the mattress, muffling her screams.

He had brought the rope upstairs with him when he entered the attic.

He was dressed in his bathrobe, a filthy undershirt, and soiled shorts.

He was on his knees on the bed, squatting over Kelly and pressing her down on the cot, where he had forced her face down.

When she spied the jar of lubricating jelly he brought upstairs with him this afternoon, Kelly was panicked into resisting.

Her little fight was futile, and more – it helped arouse him further.

When she tried to escape, her bare feet padding on the floorboards, he caught her by the wrist, jerking her off balance.

Then he flung her down on the cot and followed her there.

Overpowering her with his weight and brute force, he wrestled her on the cot on her tummy, and squatted over her.

"Help!" Kelly shrieked. "Help, somebody, please! Mmph!"

Her cries were cut off when he pushed her face into the mattress.

Taking hold of her arms, painfully twisting them, he pulled them behind her back, crossing her wrists and holding them in place.

"This will take some of the fight out of you!" he leered.

He tied her wrists together with the length of rope, pulling the cords tight so that they cut, into her tender flesh.

He checked the bonds to make sure she could not loosen them.

Kelly was stretched out face down on the cot, with her bottom turned up.

He squatted behind her, pressing down on the backs of her thighs.

His eyes rolled with delirious lust as he beheld her squirming bottom.

Kelly whimpered, "What – what are you going to do to me?!"

"I'm gonna fuck your hot ass, honey!"

"Help! Help!"

"You noisy little cunt!"

He clamped his hand over her mouth to silence her, muffling her cries.

Kelly tried to bite him, but he held his hand over her mouth in such a way that she could not sink her teeth into his flesh.

Holding her down on the bed, he reached over the edge of the cot, groping for the tattered remnants of the clothes he had stripped off her last night.

His hand found her torn panties, which he snatched up.

"This'll shut you up! Open your mouth, cunt!"

Kelly firmly clamped her jaws shut, refusing to open them.

"So, you want to play games, do you?!"

His knees were between her spread legs, preventing her from closing them.

Reaching between them, he took hold of her pussy lips and twisted them.

Kelly squealed in sudden white-faced pain.

He stuffed the panties into her open crying mouth, jamming them in.

He crammed the panties between her jaws, wadding them in deep.

"You're a dyke, so you ought to like having panties in your mouth! And this will make sure that they stay there!"

He tore off a strip from her shredded shirt, stretching it between her jaws, to hold the wadded panties in her mouth so she could not spit them out.

The ends of the gag were knotted tightly at the back of her head.

Kelly's frightened face turned red from the struggle.

"Yeah… that's better! Quieter!"

He chuckled, "Before I'm done with you, you'll be screaming – for more!"

The struggle, overpowering the girl, had aroused him, so that his erection lifted the front of his baggy shorts.

"Now to check out that hot little ass of yours! Yeah!"

He took hold of her buttocks, squeezing and feeling them.

His penis was so stiff it threatened to burst the straining seams of his shorts.

He spread the buttocks to the sides, opening them.

His hot breath played over her ass as he leaned his head down to peer into the dark crack of her backside.

Last night, after locking his raped step-daughter in the attic, he'd gone down for more booze, which he guzzled to excess.

He had passed out on the living room couch, not rising until late in the morning.

Now it was early afternoon, and he once more was stiff with lust.

Kelly sobbed bitter tears of rage as he poked and prodded her little hole.

Her rosebud was a deeply dimpled little wrinkled pink hole, which squirmed helplessly under the punishing, probing finger.

"Your cunt is tight – but your asshole is much tighter!"

Drool spilled down the corners of his leering mouth.

"I'm gonna split you right down the middle, bitch!"

Which is just what terrified Kelly.

"I'm gonna use your asshole for a cunt!"

He rose up, to stand on his knees, which sank deep into the mattress.

He tugged down his shorts, and his cock sprang up.

The penis quivered with rampant lust, jerking and twitching.

"Got to grease you up first," he muttered. "Otherwise, I'd never get my big fat cock into that tiny little hole!"

He took the top off a jar of lubricating jelly he had brought with him.

Knowing the way his perverted mind worked, as soon as she spied the jar, Kelly knew what he had planned for her.

Which was why she had tried to escape.

Now, her escape having been stymied, she must endure this new degradation.

Dan Waxer dipped his fingers into the goo and scooped out a mass of it.

Holding her quivering bottom cheeks apart, he smeared the grease in the crack of her ass, stuffing it in.

He pressed the goo on her little wrinkled button anus.

Pressing the tip of his middle finger into her ass, he stuffed it inside, cramming lubricant into her rectum.

Dan Waxer tired quickly of finger-fucking her ass.

He had something better to stick up her rear hole!

He took his finger out of her ass.

The wrinkled anal folds came together, closing and sealing her tender rectum.

But not for long!

Her anus and rectum tingled from the fingering.

Kelly squirmed on the bed, but between her bound hands, and her step-father hovering over her, there was no escape.

Dan Waxer mumbled, "Best grease up this big cock of mine!"

He smeared a handful of grease on the cock head and shaft, coating it.

Shining with grease, the cock jerked this way and that.

"Let's get that ass of yours up for a fucking!"

He hooked his forearm under her tummy and pulled her up, so that she was on her knees with her bottom raised high.

Her upper body sprawled on top of the stained, filthy sheets.

Holding her in position, he parted her buttocks.

Spread to the sides as they were, the buttocks pulled her little hole taut.

Sexual terror made the little pink button anus quiver and contract.

Swimming in grease, it seemed to wink at Dan Waxer.

When he took hold of his cock, excess grease oozed through his fingers.

Some of it smeared on Kelly's quivering spread buttocks.

Dan Waxer guided the rod of the cock between the buttocks.

Choking his grip, he held the cock just below its fat red head.

He rolled the head up and down the greased crack of her ass.

Her asshole quivered each time the cock head rolled over it.

Finally he pressed the cock head to the hole and kept it there.

Grunting, groaning, he applied pressure to the little hole.

It was Kelly's turn to groan – through her gag – as the relentless cock head pried open the folds of her rosebud.

Her face, deathly pale, was beaded with cold clammy sweat.

She squealed through the gag, the squeals increasing as the width of her stretched hole increased under the cock head.

At the start, the little hole had been not even as wide as a dime.

Now it would be stretched many times more than that, to take the cock.

The anal fold wrinkles were almost all smoothed out, thanks to the stretching given them by the cock head.

Dan Waxer sweated like a pig from the effort of anal penetration.

One final jab – there!

The cock head pushed past the anal ring, lodging home into her rectum.

Her gag could not fully muffle Kelly's cry of pain.

Her rectum clutched his cock head with incredible tightness.

He leaned into her now, letting the weight of his wide hips fall on the cock and thus sinking the shaft deep inside her.

He entered her slowly – not out of any consideration for her feelings, but because the tightness of her ass prevented a speedy entrance.

Her rectum was a creamy silken seething sheath, clutching his cock.

He watched the red rod slowly sink inside her.

Kelly's gasping moans deepened as more of the rod fed into her.

"Oh, Christ! Your ass is even better than your tight little cunt!"

Now his cock had achieved total penetration.

He started fucking her in the ass.

He rocked back and forth, his cock throbbing madly as he withdrew it out of her rectum until only the cock head remained inside.

He held Kelly impaled on the knobbed head of his cock for a moment.

Then he thrust into her, burying the shaft. He started slowly, his cock reaming and stretching, burrowing within.

His lust firing up, his strokes came faster and harder.

When he put it in her, he jammed it deep.

Soon he was violently assaulting her bottom with hard, rough strokes.

Kelly's pale face was turned to the side. Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears of pain clinging to fluttering lashes.

Her mouth was gagged, and her nostrils flared with the effort of breathing.

Dan Waxer's cock glowed hot and red, its temperature soaring with each stroke.

When he shoved deep, his balls pressed her ass.

Soon his cock was a blur of red motion pumping in and out of her hole.

Drool spilled from his gaping gasping mouth, to fall spattering on her buttocks.

At last, he shoved his hips forward, lunging into her.

He held her in place, burying his cock up to the hilt in her ass.

Kelly squirmed in pain as her bottom was totally penetrated.

The cock trembled from the force of oncoming orgasm.

Suddenly, it spewed a mass of come up inside her.

Semen was pumped at high pressure into her vitals.

The cock kicked and bucked in her ass, as it pumped out spurting semen in gushes.

Dan Waxer moaned, tossing his head from side to side like a maddened bull.

His cock pumped Kelly full of come, up to the very brim of her anus.

He kept his cock in her long after he stopped coming.

It was still stiff, and angry red.

"Mmmmm – that was nice!" was his breathless comment.

He finally pulled out.

Sinking his fingers deep into her bottom cheeks, he pried them apart.

He loved the sight of his cock's base emerging from her quivering hole.

He pulled back his hips, withdrawing his cock from within her.

The cock seemed to be squeezed out of her tight raped ass.

Having the cock taken out of Kelly was as painful almost as having it put into her.

At last, the cock head popped free of her raped asshole.

Kelly's rectum ached internally, while her anus was red and irritated from the roughness of the rear entry raping.

Dan Waxer squeezed his cock, milking come out of it to spill on her asshole.

Now that he was unplugged from her, Kelly was free.

Free, that is, to slump forward and collapse on the bed.

She lay motionless on her belly, smears shining on her bottom, which quivered and twitched from the after effects of the raping.

Dan Waxer rolled off the bed, grunting as he leaned forward to pull up his shorts.

His cock was now semi-erect, red, shining, twitching.

He smacked Kelly very hard on her ass.

"You rest now," he laughed, "and think about what else I'm gonna do to you! I've had you all three ways now: in your mouth, your cunt, and your ass!"

Chuckling, he went downstairs and locked the attic door.

He held all the cards – so he thought.

When next he returned, some hours later, it was night.

He carried a tray, which held a bowl of soup, glass of milk, some bread slices.

He had a little surprise for Kelly.

He had pissed in the soup.

He would watch her drink it, and see if she noticed what he had done. If she failed to discover it, he would inform her.

It should be a laugh riot to see her reaction to that information!

As it turned out, Kelly had all the laughs this round.

She had planned a little surprise of her own.

Suspecting nothing, Dan Waxer unlocked the attic door and climbed the stairs, holding the tray in both hands.

As his head reached the top of the stairwell, he frowned.

Kelly was not in bed!

Did the little fool think she could hide from him in this small attic?

A flash of pink motion caught his eye.

Kelly squatted over the stairwell, pinkly naked, clutching an old discarded lamp by its neck in both hands, raising it high.

The lamp was one of the many pieces of junk stored in the attic. It had a long thin neck, and a weighted marble base.

There was a flashing instant, as the lamp descended with all the force she could put into it, square on Dan Waxer's head.

He didn't even have time to cry out.

There was a soggy squishing sound as the lamp base slammed his skull.

Pole-axed, he stood there frozen, making strange gurgling noises.

The tray slipped, spilling its contents down the stairs.

Kelly slammed the lamp down again. This time, she hit him so hard that the marble base of the lamp shattered.

To say nothing of his skull.

He toppled backward, crashing down the stairs to fall in a heap at their base.

Lithe, a naked avenging fury, clutching what was left of the lamp, terribly scared, Kelly darted down the stairs.

Dan Waxer lay motionless, his head twisted at a crazy ankle of a sort which unbroken necks are quite unable to manage.

Kelly thought he was dead – but that didn't stop her from slamming his head again, and again, and again with the lamp.

When she finally halted, there could be no doubt: Dan Waxer was stone dead.

And now, escape!