Janice lay flat on the bed, her head twisted to one side on the pillow behind her while stray strands of her blonde hair covered her injured face. She drew one hand slowly over the large red mark his knuckles had made on her cheek, rubbing it while stifling the sobs rising in her throat.

"You… you animal," she whispered between her clenched teeth, cringing back from him when he raised his right hand a second time.

"You can call me anything you want, bitch," he growled back, a nasty smile on his handsome face. "I've been called a lot worse by better 'n you. But remember, you're the one who asked for more, right? You've been the one waggin' that ass of yours around the neighborhood, tryin' to pick me up. You wanted that prick up your cunt, right?" he sneered, pointing an accusing finger at her.

"Oh, God, God, but I never… never thought it would end like this," Janice sobbed, covering her flushed face with both hands and sobbing freely.

Hank let her cry for a minute as he jerked his fingers back and forth over his blood swollen prick. Then he snorted, shaking his head like an impatient stallion ready to mount his mare.

"Sure, you never thought it'd end like this," he said, mocking her. "You been wantin' it to go this way, but you ain't had the guts to admit it!"

"That's not true!" Janice shot back.

"Shaddup!"

Sharon let out another cry, about to get up and run for the police when Hank slapped her mother a second time. But something kept her glued to the window, her fingers still chipping at the loose paint of the frame as that big man tormented her mother.

"Nooooo!"

He kept slapping Janice, his fingers snapping over the woman's chin, then reversing his blows so that his knuckles slammed against her cheeks, making her body roll from side to side, her tits jiggling like mounds of pudding. The frantic woman tried to protect herself, jerking her hands up to cover her face while those ham like hands flailed away at her. Finally exhausted, she rolled onto her belly, pushing her hands into the pillow and screaming for him to stop. Hank paused, sweat streaking his face, his chest heaving mightily as he sucked in lungfuls of air.