"I'm going to scream," she said.

Her threat did no good. Pete came toward the bed. The lustful look on his face frightened her even more. He was determined. Nothing was going to stop him from taking exactly what he wanted. Lynn searched his face for any sign of mercy, but there was none. He wanted her pussy and he was going to get it.

"Please," she begged him. "Don't do anything to me. Please don't hurt me."

"Maybe I won't hurt you," Pete said, "but you have to promise to be real nice!"

Pete grabbed her. His hand was as quick as a striking snake. He got a handful of her dark hair and he jerked her toward him. He put the palm of his other hand against the front of her robe. She felt his fingers brushing one of her tits. Pete grinned.

"You've got a whopper there, baby," he said. "You shouldn't be scared of showing it off."

He took a strong hold on the front of her robe and he ripped it downward. The buttons popped off one by one. He pulled the robe off her shoulders. He gasped as he looked down at her sweet, luscious nakedness. He put his hand back on her bare tit. His fingers cupped her mound roughly. She hated the tinge that went down her spine.

"I don't want to hurt you," Pete said. "Not really. But I might if you're not nice to me. I might get mad and hurt you a lot worse than I meant too!"

"No, please," she said.

"Then you're going to have to be very nice to me," Pete said. "Very nice. You're going to have to try real hard to please me. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she answered.

It was happening to her all over again. It was the same situation that she'd been in with Brad. There was nobody around that she could call for help. Nobody cared. She was a woman alone and she had to do exactly as he wanted or he would hurt her.

She didn't want the pain he could give her. She shrugged her shoulders. There was no use fighting something that was going to happen anyway, no matter what she did.