Fear pounding in her chest as her patent leather shoes hit the sidewalk- only a few more driveways and she'd be home, there's still time, there's still tons of time- it's possible she can make it, be safe upstairs long before it got dangerous.
And she stops dead in her tracks as she catches sight of her parent's drive way. Her catholic school kilt flips up over her long smooth legs as she clutches her books tight to her chest and gulps in the air. A tiny whimper escapes her fat little lips and she pushes a tendril of light red hair out of her eyes and back into her thick ponytail. There's a car in the driveway.
Daddy's home. Early.
No choice now. It's past five. He'll know she was late, he'll have checked- but maybe, maybe she can get up to her bedroom first. She pushes the back of her small pale hand over those slick pink lips, trying to remove the layer of lipstick as her shoulders hunch inwards and she stalks towards the house.
She eases open the door slowly and quietly, books still pressed tightly to her chest. Closing the door behind her she stands still, one hand yanking down the kilt a bit desperately as she strains to listen to the house... trying to place his exact presence before moving any more. She hears a slight creak of sound from his den and she proceeds so, so quietly towards the kitchen and the back stairs, trembling.
Only a little farther now she thinks as she creeps past his office and crosses the thresh hold of the kitchen. Suddenly a hand darts out and grabs her long ponytail. Snapping her against the wall; with a surprised grunt, she just barely keeps from loosing her balance. Her books fly to the ground with a clatter- her huge brown eyes just stare at them, the throbbing pain of the hand holding her hair so tightly forgotten for this new horror of spilt books.
Her back pressed hard against the wall she suddenly snaps back into reality and she looks up quickly to the man in front of her with huge, timid eyes. Zero expression in the dark eyes as he looks her over quickly and then presses one of his large hands over her mouth as he speaks into the phone he's holding.
"No, that's fine." He says with a warm chuckle.
"It's not like we're completely useless after all."
There's no warmth in his eyes still, nothing to match his tone as he keeps her pressed against the wall, hand clamped tightly over her fat, warm lips. He's looking her over, noting the upturn of her little wool skirt, the way the buttons on her white blouse are just barely keeping themselves closed- a slight raise of a dark eyebrow as he sees the swell of one of her soft breasts and the sight of a red bra peeking through the thin cotton. He locks eyes with her- hard and malicious.
Her eyes widen even more in fear, cheeks that still carry some baby fat grow pink as she realizes just how completely she's been caught. Fear pounding through her again, she looses control and whimpers under his hand, her body starts squirming slowly, then quicker as she makes a half hearted attempt to get away.
Sneering as he feels her move he quickly presses his large body against her's; pinning her pelvic bone with his knee- knocking the air out of her with the force of his movement. Again he speaks into the phone- there's no hint of any anger still in his tone.
"Nah, we'll order out babe- or Becka will cook. She's 18 after all, more then time she learned. Do you have everything you need?"
He cradles the phone between his shoulder and ear and reaches for a tea towel as the person on the other end of the phone talks. She shuts her eyes tightly and shivers, trying to recover from the blow to her pelvis. His large hand comes off her lips and moves back to her hair as quick as a wink. Yanking her around with great force he stuffs the tea towel into her mouth and ties it once behind her neck as she yelps. Then, he pushes her forward without any hesitation.
Instinctively she reaches forward as her eyes fly open. She catches herself on the edge of the kitchen island with a sputter- coughing she tries to straighten up but he catches the two ends of the tea towels in one hand, yanking her head up high, arching her back and forcing her rounded little ass up. Kicking her feet apart he once again speaks into the phone with a soft chuckle of warmth.
"Yeah, I bet it was sweet, did you give her the bear and books we got?"
As she squirms, panting, muffled little yelps, he steps up close behind her, the phone still cradled between his shoulder and ear. He very slowly rubs his crotch against her plump little ass, feeling that warmth and fear steaming off her. His other hand moves slowly over her hip and to then up under her short kilt.
Struggling for air as the cloth pinches at her jaw she tries to heave herself up higher on the island and perhaps crawl over it. But he's got her pinned too well. His warm hand eases up under her kilt and hovers just over her pussy… feeling her gently through her baby blue cotton panties. He continues talking with that spark of merriment.
"Exactly, goodnight moon was Becka's favourite too, he'll love it"
Despite her squirming he continues slowly, finger tips brushing against the elastic then easing under it, snaking towards his prize. He quickly dips a finger in to her burning little cunt and flicks at her clit roughly before pulling out his hand. She jumps, pressing her cheek against the counter top with a muffled little sob, one button pops off her blouse and rolls over the counter top with a tinkling little noise.
His hand now resting casually on the small of her back he tracks the button absently as he speaks, his grip still tight and taunt on the gag- her head still raised, back still arched and now, perky little red bra visible as her blouse sags open a bit from the lost button.
