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Basement Dale	By : TimedWatcher Category: +G through L > King of the Hill Views: 26768 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Connie stood listless, tired. Her little project -- her only project, had been counting. Counting the cement blocks that built her prison, but she just... couldn't do the math. She even lost count of the days. God, could she have been down here for weeks? Connie wished she could do one of those stupid pre-pre-pre-college study courses her dad insisted on her always doing in her spare time. At least her dad let her see the sunlight...

If she ever got out of this, she'd never talk badly about her father again, because his seemingly insane and neurotic obsession with her at least had a purpose. She wished she could hear one last bad joke from her mom... or hang out with Bobby...

"Hey asian pumpkin." Dale announced with his usual naively upbeat demeanor. He let out a yawn and a stretch before scratching his beer belly. "How's the bun in the oven?" Connie didn't respond, staring at the cold cement floor. Despite her attempts to stay stoic and not give him the time of day, she gasped as soon as she felt his hands on her shoulders, his head on hers. "Come on baby, how was your day?"

She broke away from him. "What do you want me to say Mr. Gribble!? Look, I stared at that wall!" She pointed north, then spun on a dime. "Then an hour ago, I was staring at that wall!" She collapsed, surprisingly dizzy from doing so little. She opened up those big eyes of hers, looking to the emotionless man in shades. "I'm lonely, Dale."

He didn't resort to his usual grandstanding, he didn't make any big motions. He just strode over to her bed, and took a seat. "Come and kiss daddy."

Dale was almost at eye level, so Connie had to lean in high to do it. It wasn't a real kiss she'd give Bobby, and not even a light peck she'd give her dad. She just grazed part of his chin with her face and hoped he didn't notice or care.

He gave his head a shake. "No no-" Dale unbuttoned the lower part of his shirt, along with dipping his pants to the floor. "I meant down here."

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Emerging from the basement, Dale had been wiping his hands together over another satisfying visit.

That's when his wife confronted him.

"Hey sug. I'm not usually one to pry in whatever the hell you do down there, but you've been spending a lot more time in the basement recently. A lot more time."

"No I haven't, and if you don't believe me, you can check out my schedule." Dale took out a notepad from his chest pocket, presenting it to her like an official court order.

She held it, flipping the paper for a second. Nancy gave her smiling husband an incredulous look as he grinned like an idiot.

"Where were you exterminating last Wednesday when we were supposed to go dancing with the Hills?"

He was quick and to the point with his response. "Exterminating at the boy's home, six fifteen exactly. A man named Roger Stack hired me. His number is there if you must confirm it with him."

"Uh huh... that's listed for next Wednesday."

Dale didn't respond for awhile, staring Nancy down through his mirrored shades. "Your point?"

She gave him her own stern look and Dale broke down instantly.

"Aw come on Nance, I've got a really important project going on!" He raised a finger, as if making a point. "Not to mention I'm still mourning over the missing Souphanousinphone daughter."

"That Connie girl will turn up one way or another, and until then, mopin' around about her won't get anything done. I need some you and me time."

Dale sighed. "Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine." He whined with exaggeration. He'd have to make it up to Connie later, as he needed to dress to impress his Nancy for tonight. "I just need to make a few calls to Octavio, Stack, Boon, Miller and Octavio again to let them know that our cloak and dagger sham is off."

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Joseph was bored.

His parents had been gone for at least a couple hours now, and Joseph was looking for something to smash. Or maybe burn. If it was something good he'd have to go and show Bobby.

Closing the closet, finding only jackets and junk not even worth taking out, he fell back against it with a rattle, trying to think of where next. He started walking towards his room, when his eyes scanned the door leading to his dad's work space... no, it really wasn't for work. It was more like a hang out for himself.

His dad taught him how to use a credit card to rig open locked doors. Funny enough, he used the basement door to teach him, so it wasn't really a question of how he got down there and walked the steps without fear. Sure, when he was younger, the place was a little creepy, especially his dad's gas masks wrapped in cobwebs when business was slow - actually they still looked like that now - but since then, he's come down here and visited with his dad or checked how his 'roach farms were doing enough times that it had lost its edge.

There were shelves packed with lots of stuff that could be smashed. Jars of experiments and food. Sometimes his dad would confuse the two. Beyond the experiments, there were standies, figures and rare memorabilia. Even he knew better than to touch those.

Picking up a jar of fire ants, his eyes followed the lined catacombs that they made. He wondered about like, what the ants did in their free time. If they had secret tunnels that no other ants knew about...

Joseph's head snapped away, hearing something. Like a sudden gasping of breath. He knew the sound instantly cause he was pretty good at causing it: A girls crying, which was never uncommon for him, but it was weak and slight, almost a blind spot to the ear. But where was it coming from? In his dads basement? His computer was off and the TV upstairs was never that loud...

Joseph looked, nose forward, arms slack, trying to find the source as he set the ant farm back where it belonged. There was a strange odour. Like the kind he'd get if he didn't shower that morning. Except it was different. Very different. Almost pleasant even. That's when he noticed some of the bricked wall seemed askew from the rest of the bricks, like somebody cut it out and put it back again. As he approached the crack, the sound of the crying grew dimmer, now mainly sniffles.

His fingers pressed into it and tried to pull it out more, but it had some weight to it. Joseph's digits arched, as he took a firm hold before finally forcing it open.

Joseph breathlessly mouthed 'whoa', as his hand came over his mouth. He ducked below the doorway to step in. Getting used to his advanced growth and whacking his head a few dozen times had at least reminded him to watch his step, but he almost stood up straight and conked his own head in at the sight before him:

Connie, looking like she'd used all her strength to yank and pull towards the slightly opened door. She was on her knees, naked, gasping for breath, not acknowledging him in anyway, he could see those tears had fallen from her face and traced lines all along her petite body, which had been scuffed with scratches.

"Connie?" He had meant to ask more, but his brain had fried just staring at her in this compromising position. Sure he was way more interested in girls his type - awkward, and his build - tall. But something about seeing Connie here and now, softened his preferences.

Her head flew up, glad to see him. Glad to see anybody that wasn't Dale.

"Joseph! Thank god. Get me out of here!" Then she remembered the kind of thought process he had and the rather out there wavelength he was on. "No wait, go tell somebody!" For the first time in a long while, excitement hit her voice. "Oooooh... just hurry!"

Joseph scratched the back of his head. "How'd you get down here? My dad-"

Her brow lowered as she unleashed vile anger. "Your dads scum!" She was like a chained pitbull in that moment.

Joseph shot back. "My dad wouldn't do something like this unless he had a reason..."

"He raped me, Joseph." Those were really harsh words for him to accept. Especially about his dad. As he said, there had to be a reason.

While he tried to make excuses, another war of thoughts was raging on in both his heads. He thrust his pelvis back, trying to make it non obvious that he was thinking it.

But he was. He was thinking the heck out of it.

They were the kind of thoughts young boys with raging hormones conjure alone in their rooms, up against what little decency his mom and dad taught him, and the idea of consummating with Connie was getting him giddy. After all, she was right here. Why not?

"J-Joseph?" She was nervous now, seeing that prodding point in his pants and his eyes up and away from her, not acknowledging her, but only gazing at her body. Was he turned on by her? Or how she had been violated?

Joseph exhaled awkwardly, no longer hiding his girth that had sprung forth in his shorts, leaving little to her imagination. The look of shock and gasp horror cast across her face as if she couldn't believe it. He didn't need to say a thing, his body language making it all too clear. Joseph's eyes quickly changed to what she imagined Dale's eyes were usually like whenever he got in the mood. Lust filled and uncaring, that had no want of her opinion on what was going to be forced on her.

She went up against her corner, near the bucket, holding up her hands. "Joseph don't do this! We're friends, remember?"

"You were always more of Bobby's friend than mine, Connie." That chilled her. His voice was always awkward and raspy. Yet he sounded so sure of himself here. What he said wasn't too far from the truth though. She thought of him as a juvenile delinquent that hadn't been shipped off yet thanks in part to Bobby always pulling him back from the brink. She sometimes wished he wasn't there just so her and Bobby could hang out alone together instead.

"Joseph please!" She begged as she dug herself in against the cold cement wall, and then tried to dodge his advance, only to be caught by his strong hand.

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be Connie!" Joseph chided her as he took her by the shoulders and threw her back against it, stabbing his erection between her cinnamon colored thighs. Pressing firm on her dark colored hair and scalp, he shoved her down to her knees as he took out his stiffness with an iron grip. Connie looked scared but didn't so much as move as he lead it to her lips.

The spongy headed cock pushed in, breaching down all the way to her throat. Connie meanwhile was just too tired to struggle as her mouth was forcefully fucked by the horny teenaged boy -- mesmerized by how the slick cock jackhammered in and out without any regard for her and how little her throat seemed to respond, no longer gagging like she had previously with Joseph's dad, instead feeling now just a steady pressure on her tonsils and the back of her neck like he was trying to stab through her. What worried Connie was that Joseph seemed powerful enough and horny enough to actually do it. She just hoped her fearful doe eyes would be enough to get him to stop.

They didn't.

Connie was in tears again, as Joseph assumed a push up position against the wall, staring down with hungry eyes - like when Bobby kissed her in front of Joseph at Bobby's birthday party. She thought he was gross then, now he was just repugnant in everyway.

Joseph never thought of himself as smart, but even he knew there was more to this than just the sensation of Connie's mouth - although that was certainly a big part of it. It was the power - seeing Connie have to take it. Having to suck him on her chafed knees, only able to offer resistance in those squinting wet eyes that stirred between anger and fright. She couldn't say no.

Joseph drove down her gullet hard, causing spit and flem to uproot past his dick.

Not like all those girls at school.

As Joseph drove even harder, Connie truly thought she was gonna choke to death on him, and couldn't help herself from slapping his legs.

No. This wasn't good enough.

All that was needed was a once over of the room and he knew what to do.

Joseph was brutal with his movements - his tan shlong hanging, sticky with her spit, as he moved with her fisted hair towards Connie's mattress. He flipped her up over the edge as he pressed her face first into the bed, standing at the foot of it he plunged past her still developing pussy lips, as Connie gave her usual "hngh" of a grunt. The feeling that surrounded his invading force was beyond anything he had dreamed of. Girls felt good. Real good.

She buried herself into her beds material, Connie's eyes shutting against it. Her face muscles contracted with every push and pull as she just wanted to be anywhere else, but could only feel the hotness of embarrassment on her face and the way she hurt below.

His hands squeezed her tiny hips, rubbing them - his middle fingers nearly touching together across her tummy - as the bed squeaked louder and louder with each of his thrusts, screwing her in wordless earnest. Joseph thought he could do anything he wanted with her.

Dale dropped his brown paper bag of treats he had meant for the girl. He wasn't sure at first, in fact, going so far as to flip his shades up in his frames. "My god..." Joseph turned, his dad looked disgusted with him. The tall boy with his shorts around his ankles had the look of somebody caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "I never thought I would ever be betrayed like this..." That disappointment in his dads voice was worse than any punishment.

Then that fun loving smile appeared, cutting the tension with a knife as Dale raised his arms. "Winngo! My son is getting into the family business." The nightmare never stopped for her. "Wait a minute. I can't have you impregnating my future wife. That's my job."

His future wife? Joseph humped forward, frustrated as ever. "But daaaaaaad..."

Dale scratched his chin for a second before realising the answer, then snapped his fingers. "I got it!"

Slipping beneath his future wife and his present son, Dale grabbed what little cheek there was and spread her apart. She was beyond begging at this point. The thought of even expending the energy to ask them to stop felt more like an insult to herself, but even now, she still hated being exposed in that way to her former friend. "This way Joseph. You'll get the same fun, but none of the responsibility."

Joseph nearly fell down to one knee to get an eye to eye look with the brown crinkle. "Whoa, you're like, smart or somethin', dad."

Joseph's penis flopped against the crevice of her ass, he beat it against her skin as if to remind her what was about to go inside her -- he glowered over her little butthole before finally tickling her back entrance. Connie's strength to fight renewed as soon as she felt his head turtling into her - kicking and screaming, flailing her arms upon Dale as her eyes became as big as saucers, the side of her neck tightening. As she calmed down and accommodated Joseph as much as someone in pain could, her palms curled on the older mans chest, her spine curved like a cat as he began bucking into her from behind, making sure to wrangle her, causing her bare and flat chest to rise above Dale.

While Dale was proud of his boy, he really enjoyed the grimaces on Connie's face as her teeth exposed to show her chomp down in exasperation, reminding him of an overworked college student -- but with the cutest eyes and button nose. Thankfully she was pre-soaked, which made joining in all that much easier.

The father/son duo was like that of a steam engine and a row boat - where Joseph was full steam ahead with each pump, having to go deeper and deeper inside the young asian girl - eventually having to climb a leg on top of the bed for leverage - Dale, meanwhile, timed each of his strokes, careful not to overwhelm the girl as he felt her erratic heartbeat - the kinda lovemaking his wife Nancy loved.

It all came crashing down when Joseph acted like a mad dog, throttling the poor girl into Dale, causing Connie to spear herself onto Dale, causing the father of none to fully creampie his backup plan, as Connie's eyes hit the back of her head with a heave.

There was only the sound of mild breathing in that musty alcove before Dale got up, letting the two rest in a sweaty pile, looking to the dripping wet, distended hole Joseph had made for himself inside Connie.

Picking up an orange box from his discarded shopping pile, he shook it at them. "Who wants macaroons?"
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