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Synopsis: Young girl seeks help from the father of her friend - only to find
herself prey for his vengeance.
The rain was washing against the window shutters as it had for the last couple
of
days. The cold and depressing weather added to the hopeless mood that Mark
Cockwidth was filled with. He was sitting in his kitchen wondering whether he
should
again drown his sorrows with a bottle of vodka as he had done some days ago.
Not
that this had been the first time – he had done this too often during the last
months,
much too often since his wife has left him.


His glance locked again with the slim, clear bottle which was sitting on the
table. It
urged him, whispered silent promises of easy oblivion. But he still resisted.
He did not
want to become a captive of alcohol, one of those run-down figures he had
always
despised all his life. This would certainly be the last triumph for both his
wife and his
daughter to see him becoming a worthless piece of junk, living from the refuse
of
society, begging for a piece of money to buy some cheap booze, himself nothing
more than a reject of humanity. He felt again the hatred creeping up in him,
like he
had felt it the last year when Dorothy and Susan had tried to top each other in
the
insults they showered him with. Why? He had never understood. They had been
such a very happy family. Of course, he had to work quite a lot to pay for the
house,
to cover up all their depts. and to allow them a good standard of living. At
times he
had worked up to fourteen hours a day, even on the weekend. But he had done it
for
them. And what for, after all? To be left alone when he thought that the worst
was
over. Most of their debts had been paid back; the house was his after all. And
during
all this time, his wife has had a lover, some greasy, slimy piece of shit. He
had never
suspected anything. And his daughter had known it! The three of them had played
happy family during all the time when he was struggling for a living. Visiting
nice
restaurants, going to the movies – even some short weekend trips. How sarcastic
both had been when they finally told him. Told him what a looser he was, what
an
idiot! He could have killed them both at this moment. But he had done nothing.
Had
only listened without understanding.


The bottle was still there, luring him, calling to him. He was fighting with
himself,
loosing, loosing every second a little bit more. Soon, he knew, he would fetch
himself
a glass and then the next morning he would be lying totally drunk in the
kitchen. But
who cares? It would be Saturday anyway. No need to go to the office. No need to
face the pitying glances of his colleagues. His hand reached out for the
bottle.
The sharp sound of the door bell interrupted his move. His glance fell at the
big
kitchen watch that was hanging on the wall. It was almost eleven pm. Fuck off!
He
didn’t expect anybody at this time. Actually, he didn’t expect anybody at all
ringing at
his door. He wanted to be alone, alone in his misery, undisturbed by the
outside
world. His hand reached for the bottle. The bell was ringing again. This time
more
urgently, two – three times. With a deep sigh he started for the door.
The bulb of the lamp outside the door had been broken some time ago, so his
eyes
took some time to adjust to the dark. The figure outside was small, and at a
second
glance he decided that it must be a young girl that was standing there. Here
long wet
hair was sticking to her face, she was wearing a green, washed-out parka, jeans
and
short boots. On her back she was carrying a small back-pack; her arms clutched
firmly a bulging plastic bag. Frightened she starred at Mark Cockwidth.


“What do you want?” Mark uttered unfriendly
“Mr. Cockwidth? Can I speak to Susan?”
“Who are you? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?”


Mark Cockwidth eyed the girl suspiciously. She looked raggedly, uncombed,
desperate. “Please, I have to speak to Susan. I’m Mary. Mary Fisher. Please. Me
and
Susan had been friends. Don’t you remember me?”




The girl looked at him with pleading eyes. Yes, he remembered her now. She had
lived only some streets away, and she and Susan had played quite often
together.
But then, some years ago, Mary’s parents had moved to another town and he had
not seen her since. He eyed her again. Some dark desire was building up inside
him,
a means to satisfy the urges of hatred and revenge. “Come in”. He closed the
door
behind her. Now, in the light of the room he could observe her much better. She
was
surely in a pitiable state. She must have been in the rain and cold for the
whole day,
soaked to the skin, her body trembling, the lips blue.

“You still did not explain what you were doing in the middle of the night
outside,
looking the way you are. Do your parents know that you’re here?”
The girl defiantly kept her mouth shut. “Listen, if you don’t explain yourself,
I’ll call the
police. Do you want that?” Mary’s glance went nervously to the door, but Mark
has
positioned himself between the door and the girl, to make any escape
impossible.
Desperately she shook her head. “No, please”. “You’ve run away from home?” It
was
more of a statement than a question. The girl nodded. “Why have you come here?”
–
“I don’t really know. I was wandering around and suddenly I remembered this
town. I
thought of Susan and that we had been close friends. I thought maybe she could
help me …” – “So, nobody knows that you’re here?” – The girl shook her head.
“Susan’s currently not at home so she can’t help you. But I won’t fiddle in you
affairs.
I can only give you the advice to return to your parents. But if you don’t want
… It’s
your life. For the time being, if you need some help … Do you want something to
eat?” He led the girl to the kitchen. “Take off your coat and shoes and put
your bags
somewhere. No need to carry them around. Nobody will carry them away”. Mark
grinned. He was feeling better and better every second. He took a glass and
filled it
with Coke and vodka. “Here, drink this. This will warm you.” The girl grimaced
but he
urged her to drink the glass. Under her coat she was wearing only a thin
sweater that
was also completely soaked. It was clutching at her skin and clearly showed the
slim
form of her body and the small, firm breasts. If she was the same age as Susan,
she
must now have fifteen years. Shivering she sat on the kitchen chair, trying to
get
warm. Water was dripping from her long, black hair and she rubbed her cold feet
at
each other. Pleadingly she looked at Mark. “You won’t call my parents? Please,
I
don’t want to go back”. Mark smiled “I promise. I won’t tell anybody that
you’re here.
As I said, it’s your life.” The girl had finished her drink and was looking at
Mark with
some newfound hope.

“Now I propose that you will take a hot bath so that you get warm again. In the
meantime I’ll prepare something to eat for you”. Mark guided her to the
bathroom on
the first floor and opened the taps. Hot water was streaming in the tub. The
bathroom
was small, one basin in the front, the tub to the right and the toilet at the
back. Mary
was plunging heavily on the small stool standing in the middle of the bathroom.
Obviously, the alcohol was taking its toll. “I’ll leave you now. Take your
time”. Mark
left the bathroom and closed the door. Outside he immediately kneeled and
peeked
through the keyhole. He could not see much, only that the girl started to
undress. But
just the glimmer of her naked flesh was sufficient to make his cock rock-hard.
It took
all his will to restrain himself. When he heard her entering the bathtub, he
left to look
for some towels and a bath robe, giving him a good excuse to enter the bathroom
again. Mary turned red when he suddenly stood before the bathtub, smiling
broadly.
She firmly closed her legs and hid her chest with crossed arms. “Here, I’ve
brought
you some towels and a bathrobe of Susan. Hope it fits. I’ll put your clothes
into the
washing machine. Take your time. I’ll wait for you in the kitchen”. He was
grinning
inwardly. The bathrobe had already been too small for Susan two years ago, that
was the reason why it was still here. And Susan was a little bit smaller than
this girl.
Should be a quite exciting picture.



He hurried back to the kitchen. The fridge was almost empty: Some slices of
bread, a
bit of cheese and a couple of eggs were the only inhabitants that were still in
a
consumable state. Some time later the eggs were frizzling in the pan, and the
table
was prepared with a bottle of wine for his special guest. He had used quite an
amount of salt and pepper on the eggs, so the girl would become quite thirsty.
Mark
was getting impatient. “Mary, the meal’s getting cold! Please come down” Mark
went
upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. “Mary! Everything OK?” – “Yes. I’m
almost finished. I’m coming”. The girl hurried up and Mark heard the buzzing
sound
of the hair dryer starting.

Mark was waiting in the kitchen when Mary finally appeared in the doorstep of
the
kitchen, nervously trying to hide her body in the much too small bathrobe. Its
lower
border was just reaching to the middle of the thighs, the sleeves were much too
short
and jamming the forearms and Mary had to hold the front close with both hands
so
that it would not expose her breasts. With every move the robe parted at her
hips and
Mark could see a glimpse of her black pubic hair. Mark pretended not to notice
and
guided her to the chair at the top of the table. He himself took place left to
her. “I’ve to
apologize that I don’t have much to offer to you. I didn’t expect any guests. I
hope
that you like the wine. I’ve reserved it for a special moment.” Mark studied
the girl
attentively. Her long black hair that was a nice contrast to her white skin.
Her body
was slim, fragile and her dark eyes were emphasized by the deep by the dark
circles
around them. It must have been quite some time since she had been sleeping in a
soft bed and eaten a decent meal.

The girl attacked the plate fervently and wolfed down all the food with a great
appetite. Even if she didn’t like the wine too much – Mark told her that
regrettably, no,
he didn’t have any juice or mineral water any more – thirsty as she was she
drank too
much of it. After some time she started to giggle and laugh about Marks silly
jokes,
and did not pay attention on the bathrobe any more that was now diverging
widely,
clearly showing her little, firm breasts and her slim, young body.

Mark couldn’t wait any longer. “Now let’s go to bed”. Mary tried to rise from
the chair
but immediately dropped back, giggling foolishly. Mark approached her and
reached
for her arm. “Let me help you”. He put his right arm around her waist and
guided her
to the stairs up to the bedroom. Her warm, young body amplified his arousal and
he
almost pushed her to the big bed, immediately locking the door. Watching him
undress had a sobering effect on the young girl. Horrified she stared at him,
sliding to
the most distant corner of the bed, fervently closing her legs and clutching
the
bathrobe. “What are you doing? I don’t want that! Please leave me alone.” she
stammered, her voice showing almost no sign of drunkenness any more. Mark
grinned sardonically. “I’ve been nice too you, now it’s your turn to be nice to
me.” He
approached the bed, his cock standing straight erect, pre-cum already dripping
from
its tip. With his right hand he grabbed the girl who was trying to move away at
her
bathrobe and pulled her next to him. “And I advise you to be very nice” Mary
struggled in his hold and tried to push him away. Mark gave her a light slab
into the
face. Than he grabbed her by the hair and shacked her head roughly from left to
right. “You want to fight? I’ll beat you senseless, you little slut and fuck
you anyway!”
He tossed her back to the mattress and yanked her out of the bathrobe. Before
she
could react he was over her, pinning her arms firmly with his hands, his body
lying
heavily on hers. He bent over and tried to kiss her, but she turned her face to
the
side, closing her mouth tightly shut. With his left hand he grabbed her hair
and jerked
violently. Mary gave out a loud cry of pain. “Still don’t understand, eh? Will
you
behave like a nice girl or do I have to hurt you?” Broken, the girl stared at
him. This
time she offered no resistance when he bent over and kissed her. His tongue
violently pushing into her mouth, he was rubbing his cock against her body.
Then he



started licking her neck, down her breasts. Soon he was sucking fervently at
her
small nipples which quickly became erect. “Seems you like this.” Mark remarked
tauntingly. “Wait! Soon it will become even better”. The girl’s face turned
red, but
otherwise she did not react. Mark worked his tongue deeper and had soon reached
her stomach. Mary desperately closed her legs but Mark forced them open and
attacked the girl’s vagina. Her black pubic hair was still not very developed;
the lips
were small and slim. The licking and sucking had its undeniable effect and even
though the girl was obviously fighting the feelings she slowly got aroused. Her
pussy
lips parted and a short thread of liquid was trickling out of it. The girl
rhythmically
moved her hips and a low groaning was coming from her lips. Mark pushed his
body
up and placed his swollen cock against Mary’s fuckhole. The girl stared at his
with
wide open, pleading eyes. “Please. No. Don’t do that”. With a brutal thrust
Mark
pushed his cock inside her. The girl screamed out loud but Mark stifled her
sounds
by pressing his lips against hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Then he
started
to pull his body back only to violently thrust inside the girl immediately
again. It took
him only a short time to come and he sprayed his cum right onto her stomach and
breasts. Blood and sperm flowed into each other and a thin thread of blood was
running out of the girl’s pussy along her thighs onto the white covers of the
bed. The
girl was rolling over into a fetal position and sobbing softly. Mark lay on his
back next
to her with closed eyes. He had not felt as good since months, nay, years. Life
suddenly did not seem depressing any more. With a broad smile on his face, Mark
fell asleep.




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