The Burglar's Victim
by Rod Strong


FOREWORD 

Divorce on a man or woman's part too many times may not be an indication 
that the ex-mate was unsuitable. Rather, implied is the real possibility 
that the person himself or herself is unsatisfactory in relations with 
members of the opposite sex. 

What may easily be characterized as a bad relationship, however, may be much 
better than the individual realizes-especially when compared to the depths 
of perversity in man that is usually kept hidden. 

In simple social situations, humans tend to disguise their true selves. 
Marriage has a habit of wearing some of the veneer and luster off an 
individual. But there is much worse, the sudden shedding of social graces by 
a man entirely outside the law. 

Under the gloss coating of civilization there dwells a cesspool of cruelty 
and inhumanity which feeds only on self-satisfaction and self-realization. 

As the woman in this novel realizes, it is not that love is so great that 
makes it wonderful, but that the lack of love can be so terrible in human 
sexual relations. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

It was late afternoon, and Ilene was happy her stint would soon be over. 
Clerking in a liquor store was not exactly her idea of kicks. But then, 
nothing was kicks, anymore. 

Ilene Mallory was twenty-seven years old. She was utterly beautiful, and 
could have been almost anything she'd wanted to be. Yet she had chosen to 
end up as a clerk in a liquor store, trying to forget her past. 

Her eyes were hazel and twinkled behind the thick lensed glasses she had to 
wear in order to see. She had a short, cute, turned up nose, and full, 
pouting lips. Her wavy brown hair had been cut short and neatly styled to 
flatter her pretty face. 

Her vital statistics were thirty-six (B), twenty-four, thirty-seven, but she 
kept it all covered with a neat, hand-tailored blouse and grey suit, even if 
the skirt was almost mini. And seated as she was behind the counter, near 
the cash register, no one was able to see her perfectly formed legs and 
columnar thighs. 

Ilene had been married twice and divorced twice. Both husbands were good 
men, excellent providers, and wonderful lovers. But both men had the same 
hangups. Perhaps all men had these hangups. This was the reason for Ilene's 
avoiding them. Not that she was some kind of icicle, even though one had 
claimed she'd had a ramrod for a backbone. In bed she had been all fire and 
lava, until... until... each of her husbands had insisted on trying 
something other than the normal way to fornicate. One of them had tried to 
get her to put his penis into her mouth. The mere idea disgusted her. She'd 
divorced him almost immediately after he'd tried forcing her to suck. 

The second husband had promised he would never do such a thing. She had made 
him promise it before they'd gotten married, and he'd kept his promise. His 
problem was Greek. He'd had a thing for her rectum, and she'd even let him 
try forcing his penis in there once or twice before finally giving up on 
him, as well. 

No more marriage for her. There were just too many hangups involved. Hell! 
Since her last divorce she hadn't been to bed with any man at all, afraid 
she would be asked to use her mouth or her asshole. The hell with that. 
She'd be more than happy to let a good, solid cock slide into her cunt, but 
that was the only place a cock belonged. And rather than risk having to take 
one in her mouth or feeling it in her asshole, she would just as soon 
abstain altogether. It was driving her crazy, keeping her from sleeping 
nights, but she firmly resolved to have nothing more to do with men. 

There were three men browsing through the liquor store at the moment. She 
could tell none of them were big spenders. One was looking in the champagne 
section, but she knew he wouldn't buy any. Working in the store more than 
four months, she had come to know people fairly well. She could tell the 
browsers from the shoppers. She could also spot the ordinary drinker from 
the lush despite the fact that many lushes looked like sober, ordinary 
citizens when they walked into the store. 

Her mind was somewhere far away when she became aware of the three men 
standing in front of her. They were the same three who had been browsing, 
only one of them was pointing something at her while one of the others was 
holding an open paper bag up. 

"The cash register," the short, hard-faced one was saying. "Open it!" 

Ilene realized she was staring at a gun. And the three men were more likely 
in their late teens, and not men at all. All three were dark-haired. One was 
very short, no more than five feet five inches, her own height. He was the 
hard-faced one with the straight nose and the piercing eyes. His hair was a 
brown slash across his forehead. He was the one holding the gun. 

The second man was three or four inches taller than the first. He had a 
round, moon face, though his body had no fat on it. He was wearing glasses 
and also had a smile on his face. It was one of those perpetual smiles. He 
was holding the paper bag. 

The third one had the most boyish face of the trio, this despite his being 
six feet five inches tall. He was also the most nervous one of the trio, 
constantly looking out the window. 

Ilene was frozen with instant fear. She didn't know what to do. The 
moonfaced man punched a button on the cash register and it opened. He 
reached in and scooped out all the bills. There was close to five hundred 
dollars in there. 

"Someone's coming," the tall one said. "Howie, let's get outta here." 

"You stupid fool," the skinny one snapped. 

"Why'd you have to call out my name. Now she not only has a good description 
of us, but also has my name. I'm gonna have to snuff her." 

Snuff? Kill? He wanted to kill her. God! What kind of an animal could he be? 
She hadn't done a thing to him. She hadn't even moved or blinked. Why would 
he want to kill her? 

"Knock it off," the moonfaced one said. "No one here wants a murder rap." 

"She'll be screaming her fucking head off before we're half a block away," 
the one called Howie argued. 

"C'mon, c'mon," the tall one yelled. "He'll be comin' in here any second. We 
gotta get outta here." 

"We have the car parked in the lot in back," the moonfaced man was saying to 
Ilene. "You have a choice. You either come with us, or Howie here, shoots." 

Shuddering, Ilene got off the stool and began walking with the three men as 
they headed for the rear of the store. The tall man blocked her view of the 
front, and as they walked out the back door, she could hear the bell over 
the front door ring, letting her know someone was in the store. But the gun 
pressing into her side made her keep her mouth shut. 

"Stan, you drive," the one called Howie ordered. 

"Why me?" the tall man argued. 

"Because Marvin and I are gonna sit in the back with the chick here and make 
sure she don't open her kisser. And you're too tall to sit in the back." 

They got into an old four-door Impala with Ilene between Howie, the 
sharp-faced one, and Marvin, the moon-faced one. Stan, the tall one, got 
behind the wheel. He started the car up and pulled out of the parking lot. 

"Drive slow," Howie insisted. "No one even knows we ripped the place off, 
yet. By the time they find out, we're gonna be a long way away from here." 

"And you are gonna be nice and quiet the whole time," Marvin smiled at 
Ilene, his moon face positively beaming. 

"Oh she's gonna be quiet all right," Howie said. "She's gonna be quiet 
'cause she ain't gonna be able to say nothin'." 

Ilene gasped as he waved the pistol in front of her face. 

"Don't shoot me," she pleaded. "Please, don't shoot me." 

"You're gonna be a nice kid and do just like I say. First, slide off those 
panties from under your skirt." 

Ilene looked at him as if he were some kind of crazy nut. Did he think he 
was going to fuck her at a time like this, in a moving car? 

"Panties off!" the sharp-faced man insisted, cocking the hammer of his gun. 

Ilene reached under her skirt and tugged the elastic waistband of her 
panties down over her wide hips. Once she had the panties over her ankles, 
she felt the one called Howie tug them out of her hand and stuff them into 
his jacket pocket. All three men were wearing light brown tweed sport coats. 

"Now you start kissing Marvin," Howie insisted. "You kiss him like you mean 
it, 'cause the more you kiss him, the less likely I am to put a slug in 
you." 

Trembling, Ilene stared at Marvin's moon face for a moment and wondered how 
she would be able to kiss him without being revolted. But Howie's gun made 
her mind up for her. 

Removing her glasses, she tucked them in the breast pocket of her suit. 
Marvin had removed his own glasses, putting them in his shirt pocket. She 
felt his arm slide around her, and then his thin lips were clamping 
themselves on hers. The adrenalin working inside her made her respond 
immediately. Without realizing it, she parted her lips and felt his tongue 
slide into her mouth. It rasped against hers, making her shiver. 

My God! she thought, and suddenly realized her body was responding 
automatically. It had been without sex much too long, and it was craving 
some sort of relief. 

She noticed Stan, the tall one, was driving the car away from the main 
streets and crowded thoroughfares. 

"See," Howie smiled. "Now she can't scream or call out, can she." 

But Ilene wasn't listening to Howie. She was concentrating on kissing 
Marvin. His tongue was lodged all the way into her mouth, probing, licking, 
tickling her teeth, touching her gums, making her feel hot and bothered all 
over. She was reacting so as to encourage Marvin to go farther, even though 
her own mind was terrified. 

Her mouth was all hung up on the kiss, and she never noticed when the one 
called Stan took the car out into open country. Marvin's hands were holding 
her tight. One of them had moved around front and was caressing her tits 
through her suit jacket. She shivered, partly from fear, but partly from 
desire. It had been so long. And still his mouth didn't leave hers. 

As she felt the last of her lipstick being eaten off by Marvin's voracious 
mouth, she felt another pair of hands grab her ass. She jerked her butt, but 
then felt a slap against it as Howie's voice said, "You keep that sweet 
little ass still, honey. I like it. I like it a lot. I was admiring the way 
it was perched on the stool back at the store. I figured I'd just love to 
play with it. Well now I have it here, don't I. So I'm gonna play with it." 

He was crazy, Ilene decided. He had made her remove her panties so he could 
play with her behind while the one called Marvin kept her hot and bothered 
with his kisses. 

"Christ!" Howie continued. "You look so goddamn sexy in that suit. Shit! If 
you were my bird I'd make y'wear it to bed every night." 

"Hey you guys," Stan called out from the front seat. "This isn't doin' me 
much good, lookin' at you in the rearview mirror." 

"You'll get yours," Howie assured him. "Just get us where we're goin', 
first." 

"We're there," Stan told him. 

Ilene picked her head up and saw they were driving through a pair of high 
iron gates attached to an equally high brick wall. They were on some kind of 
estate. 

"You sure your boss won't be back for a few more weeks?" Marvin was asking. 

"Positive," Howie nodded, squeezing Ilene's ass. His fingers dug deeply into 
her cheeks, making her yelp with pain. "The whole family's on a European 
vacation. As the only guard here, I was told to hire two more to help watch 
this place. You two are the guys I've hired. You're gonna get paid for bein' 
here." 

"If you have jobs, why did you rob the store?" Ilene asked, breaking her 
silence. 

"Lucky f'you this ain't a permanent job," Howie told her. "Otherwise you'd 
be dead now. You behave and I'll let Stan and Marvin take you with 'em when 
t hey get outta here, the day before my employer gets back. Yer also lucky 
you were kissin' Marvin and didn't see where we went." 

She felt his hand continuing to rub her ass, and then move toward her cunt. 
His finger slid into her juicing crack, and she realized she was all wet in 
there. 

"Hey, your cunt is nice and hot," Howie said, smiling. "That's another 
reason you're gonna stay alive. You're the only ass on this place, alone 
with the three of us. We're gonna need you." 

"You didn't answer my question," Ilene said. 

"It ain't none of your business, chick. But if y'really wanna know, guardin' 
this place became very boring. We needed kicks. That liquor store job was 
just that. But now that we got you here, we're gonna have all the kicks we 
need." 

Stan stopped the car at the rear of the large house, and they all got out. 

"Aintcha gonna tie her up?" Stan asked, as they entered the house. 

"Why should I?" Howie asked. "There ain't no way she'd be able to get outta 
here. Everything's closed off electronically, and she don't know where the 
switches are. Telephone service has been cut off so she can't try callin' 
out. We're too far from any road for her to throw out notes in a bottle. The 
walls and gates are too high for her to climb. She ain't goin' nowhere but 
where we say." 

"I'm all worked up," Marvin told him. "I wanna fuck her." 

"Me too," Howie nodded. "You wanna join in, too?" he asked Stan. 

"Not now," the tall man replied. "If you guys don't mind I'd rather have her 
by myself. I don't like sharing." 

"Suit yourself," Howie laughed, and grabbing Ilene's elbow, ushered her into 
the living room. 

Marvin moved right along with them, and when they got near the large, 
expensive divan, he pulled her down and began kissing her again. 

Ilene was terrified. She knew her only hope was to do whatever these men 
said. The one called Howie was crazy enough to kill her. And even if life 
wasn't exactly a bowl of cherries, she was in no mood to give it all up. 

Howie plucked her glasses from her pocket and smashed them, saying, "This'll 
make sure she don't try goin' nowhere. Those were thick lenses. Without 'em 
she's blind as a bat." 

She felt Marvin grab her and bite her lips, and once again she automatically 
responded, unable to help herself. She needed sex a lot more than she'd 
believed. His tongue was deep inside her mouth, licking her palate, making 
her shudder madly. She was frightened, yet unexplainably excited. She felt 
his tongue touch sensitive spots not even her husbands had reached. And all 
the while his hands roved over her body, rubbing the palms against her. 

His hands grabbed her by the hair, and he pulled her face back. Looking into 
her hazel eyes, he said, "I could rape you. Maybe I will, unless you do like 
I say. Rape is okay for guys like Howie, but I like my pussy hot and 
willing. You're gonna be fucked, willing or not. You 're gonna be fucked 
every way you can imagine. It's up to you whether or not y'like it. But I'm 
tellin' you now, it's gonna happen. And it's gonna start right now. But if 
you do the work, it ain't gonna be nearly as painful. Dig?" 

He lay back against the couch, and Ilene instinctively knew he was telling 
the truth. There was no way she could avoid rape. But she could avoid its 
unpleasantness. Shaking, trembling, she leaned forward and kissed him, 
letting her tongue move gently through his hot mouth, touching all the 
erotic areas he had teased in her mouth. She could tell he was enjoying her 
supposedly being the aggressor. Being aggressive was something new to her. 
She had always had the so-called passive role with her husbands. But being 
aggressive excited her. She'd never before known just how much she could 
enjoy being the active partner. She kissed him with such fervid strength, at 
one point she was afraid she would cream all over her thighs. Only the 
chilling touch of Howie's fingers on her ass kept her body under control. 

She was lying on top of him now, still kissing him hard, rubbing her body 
against his. She was getting even hotter and wondered what was wrong with 
her. Why was she allowing herself to react this way. Was she some kind of 
whore underneath her veneer of polish? She'd been graduated with honors at 
one of the nation's largest universities. At one time, prior to her 
marriages, she had been preparing to go into the world of high fashion as a 
designer, and she would have made good. Now she felt like some cheap, ten 
dollar tart. 

Her heat was transmitting itself to Marvin. She could feel his fingers all 
but biting her shoulders as his hands squeezed. 

"Fuck this!" Marvin suddenly exploded at Howie. "You wanna screw her while 
she's still wearin' her clothes, you do it another time. I want her cunt 
bareass-naked. I wanna see her tits and her thighs." 

He shoved her back and slid out from under her, getting to his feet. He 
began yanking at her jacket, popping off the buttons as he pulled it open. 
Ilene felt herself becoming more and more excited and aroused. Marvin's 
hands tore her jacket off, then ripped her blouse, as well. As he pulled it 
off he was also pulling down her skirt. He left her stockings and garters 
on, not so much because of their so-called sexy look, but because they 
weren't in the way. Her bra came off without having to be torn, and she now 
lay on the couch, a white skinned, lovely, adorable wonder. 

"That's what I want," Marvin muttered. 

Ilene felt her body exposed to the eyes of the three men. Stan was sitting 
in a far corner, the total observer, though his eyes were brightly lit at 
the sight of her. Howie couldn't help but admire the swell of her hips as he 
ran his hands over them. His eyes were staring at the way her large, solid 
breasts bobbled each time she breathed. They were brown tipped, with light 
brown aureolae haloing her large, quarter-sized nipples. The flesh of her 
breasts was a milk-white, and faint blue veins could be seen tracing their 
way through them. 

Marvin was yanking off his own clothing, not bothering to waste time, 
staring. He could always stare, later. Right now, he wanted to fuck her. 

Ilene looked at Marvin's naked body and marveled at how solidly he was 
built. His entire body was a piece of granite from neck to ankles. And the 
hot, hard cock he wielded was something to behold. Neither of her husbands 
had sported anything like it. It was a fantastic tool, at least eight inches 
in length and two and a half inches around. It stood before her eyes, close 
enough so she could see in spite of not wearing her glasses. The solid, pink 
white staff jutted proudly out. It was so vivid, so alive, glowing and 
shimmering with lively colors. As she stared at the meaty shaft, she watched 
it change to a vibrant pink. The huge, bulb-shaped dome at the tip seemed to 
glisten with its own secretions, making it shine. She hated to admit it, but 
the sight of it made her mouth salivate. She wanted to feel it buried all 
the way between her thighs. 

Heavy viscous oils ran down her inner thighs, and the one called Howie began 
catching the flow with his fingers and rubbing it into her white flesh. 

Marvin sat on the couch and pulled her close to him. He grabbed her knees 
and yanked them onto the couch, outside his thighs, letting her leaking 
split hover over his upstanding cock. Ilene felt his hands grip her 
asscheeks as she let him guide her forward until she could feel the knobby 
point tickling her wet, vaginal lips. 

She was shuddering and shaking as never before, the fright adding spice to 
the feelings of lust running through her. She wanted this moon-faced man to 
fuck her. In spite of the kidnapping and his almost allowing the sharp-faced 
Howie to kill her, she wanted to feel his thick, heavy cock push its way up 
into her creaming cunt. God, yes! She wanted to be laid. She wanted it more 
than anything else at that moment. 

Marvin's hands pressed on the bottom of her spine, forcing her lower, lower, 
lower, and suddenly she felt the thick, swollen glans pushing into her 
steaming split. The very thickness was something totally new to her, and she 
didn't think she would be able to take it. But as it pushed its way deeper, 
wedging the head firmly between her labial flaps, she realized her tight 
cunt was stretching to accept the full breadth of this massive pole. It was 
working its way slowly into her, making her grunt and shout a weak, 
"Oooooooh!" 

"You got her, Marv," Howie was yelling. "You got her good. Push it all the 
way in now. Stuff the full length of that cock into her tight cunt." 

"Yes, yes," she heard herself whispering. "Fuck me!" 

"You're all right, kid," Marvin told her, and pressed his hands on her 
shoulders. Slowly, very slowly, her cunt moved lower, a little at a time, 
slurping the heavy thickness of his seething meat inside. Oh Christ! What a 
fantastic feeling! She couldn't believe how good it felt, and from a total 
stranger. She had always been certain love was the most important thing when 
it came to fucking. Now, for the first time, she was coming to realize one 
could fuck without being in love. More important, one could enjoy it. 

She felt Marvin pulling her against him as he lowered his head and opened 
his mouth. Her left nipple was moving between his lips and she felt his 
tongue lick it as if it were some kind of foreign delicacy. She was enjoying 
it, she was really enjoying it. 

And then she felt something that instantly wiped all the pleasurable 
sensations from her body. She felt Howie's fingers tinkering with her 
asshole. 

"No," she begged. "Don't do that. Don't do that." 

"The hell I won't," Howie snapped. "This cunt of yours is stuffed with 
Marv's cock. And I'm an ass man, anyway. I love assholes. I'm gonna stick 
this wang right into it." 

When she half-turned her head, she saw Howie was stark naked, waving what 
looked like a finger protruding from between his thighs. It was his cock. It 
was as tiny as Marvin's was large. And he was wiggling it proudly around, as 
if it were something to be proud of. 

Even so, she didn't want it lodged in her ass. She hated the feel of 
anything in her ass. It made her feel as if she were eliminating. 

"No!" she yelled, and tried standing up, to unhook herself from Marvin's 
probing prick. 

"Yes!" Howie screamed, forcing her down. She felt the heavy cock shoot 
through her quim channel and lodge its head against her cervical opening. Oh 
God! The thrust of Marvin's thick penis felt so good. Why did Howie have to 
try and ruin it by shoving his own thing into her. 

Marvin pulled her upper torso down toward him, pressing his hairy chest 
against her large, round, pillowy tits. His arms locked themselves around 
her back and held her tightly against him, exposing her asscrack to Howie's 
glittering eyes. 

She felt him run his finger up and down the tight crevice, made even tighter 
by her straining to keep her cheeks together. 

"C'mon," Howie ordered. "Open up and let me play with that asshole for 
awhile." 

"No!" she grunted, squeezing the word out because Marvin's arms held her so 
tightly. 

"We'll see," Howie laughed. "Hey Marvin, you hold her steady now. I'm gonna 
use my tongue on her ass, and I don't want to lick that cock of yours by 
mistake. You just keep it buried all the way inside her squishy cunt, huh?" 

"That'll... uhhhh... be a pleasure... uhhh... Howie," Marvin replied, his 
moon face still smiling. 

Ilene felt the pressure of his arms increase, and the tension around her 
back and chest increased, equally. She felt her heavy tits really rubbing 
against the steel wool of his chest, irritating her nipples, making them 
stand up all the more. 

"Don't let him do it," she whispered into Marvin's ear. "I'll do anything 
you want if you keep him out of there." 

"But what I want is to eventually fit my own cock into your ass," Marvin 
laughed. "And the only way I can hope to do that is if Howie's piddling 
pidookie manages to get in, first. You just stop struggling and relax. Let 
your asscheeks open up and loosen your sphincter. Howie'll slide right in. 
It won't even hurt." 

"No!" Ilene insisted, gritting her teeth. "Y'know, Howie could shove his gun 
in yer ear. That'd make you relax in one helluva hurry. So why don't you 
cooperate so we don't have to force you." 

Before she could reply, Ilene suddenly felt a chillingly cold trickle touch 
the bottom of her spine. It was Howie's tongue. He had his arms gripping her 
hips, licking the top of her ass crack, slowly moving down. She tightened 
her asscheeks all the harder, not wanting to admit his tongue between her 
cheeks. 

"No," she cried. "No, no, no, don't do it. Please don't do it. Oh no!" 

His tongue was licking between her asscheeks a little lower, still not able 
to penetrate too deeply. She felt the slick, wet, oral digit slide up and 
down, touching both cheeks at once where they came together. 

"God!" Howie murmured, his breath hot against her asscheeks. "She has a 
fabulous ass. I can still taste the soap she used on it. Man, this is my 
kind of ass. Nice and clean, and waiting to be used." 

His tickling tongue licked again, and for a short instant Ilene relaxed her 
body, and she suddenly felt him poke his tongue just a fraction of an inch 
deeper. 

"Uhhhh... " She yelped, almost jumping up. But Marvin's arms were still 
tightly wrapped around her, and she could feel his matted chest cushioning 
the pressure on her heavy tits. 

Howie's tongue, now inserted between her cheeks about an eighth of an inch, 
licked straight up, then straight down, making her rotate her body, so she 
could feel the pressure of Marvin's cock sloshing around inside her tight 
nest. 

"Ooooooh wow!" Marvin muttered, exhaling. "This is great. Lady, you have one 
swell cunt. Hey, since we're gonna be here for awhile and you know our 
names, how about you telling us your name?" 

"Ilene," she grunted, feeling Howie's tongue push into her crack a little 
deeper. 

She hated to admit it, but for the first time she was enjoying the pressure 
of something in the crack of her ass. It was wet and slick and tickling. 

Marvin pressed his mouth into the side of her throat, and his kiss seemed to 
burn into her esophagus. Her own lips responded by kissing his cheek, then 
his mouth as he turned his face up to her. She felt his tongue lick between 
her lips at the same time she felt Howie's tongue sink a little farther 
between her asscheeks. 

Her mouth opened wide to admit Marvin's seeking digit, and she relaxed her 
asscheeks completely, letting Howie's tongue sink all the way in. It touched 
her wiggling asshole and for an instant she jumped. Only Marvin's arms, 
still wrapped around her back, held her down. But her asscheeks remained 
relaxed as she felt Howie's hands rub them. The pressure of his licking 
tongue at the hot core of her asshole sent mad shivers chugging up and down 
her spine, and she writhed madly, making a point of keeping her asscheeks 
relaxed so she could continue enjoying the feel of Howie's tongue pressing 
against it. 

Her own mouth continued to crush against Marvin's, licking at his tongue as 
it washed through her mouth. 

"God,-can you fuck," Marvin whispered when she peeled her lips from his. 
"You're fantastic." 

She felt Howie's hands part her asscheeks a bit more, then felt him press 
his face solidly against her buttocks as he pushed his tongue far up into 
her ass. Her sphincter, totally relaxed, shuddered and tightened for an 
instant, almost pulling the tongue out of Howie's mouth by the roots. But he 
seemed not to let it faze him as he continued pushing his teasing tongue 
into her hot ass. It made her writhe all the more, and her wriggling made 
her cunt squirm all the more tightly around Marvin's solid meat. 

Her asshole was literally leaking moisture, and she wondered how it could 
be. She had no heavy mucous membranes in there. But then she realized Howie 
was pushing saliva into her with his tongue, working it around and greasing 
her tight anal channel. 

"Okay," Howie whispered to Marvin. "Now we make the try. Hold her tight." 

"What are you trying to do?" Ilene asked. 

"All I'll tell ya is, if y'tighten yer ass, I'll whack the hell outta yer 
cheeks. You just keep it loose, y'hear?" 

"Don't hurt me," Ilene begged, rotating her hips around the solid pole 
Marvin had deeply embedded in her seething pussy. 

"You're gonna love it," Howie promised. "Just keep that luscious asshole 
relaxed, got me?" 

He stood, and she felt him pressing his body against hers. And then she knew 
what he was trying to do as she felt him push his solid little cock head 
against her shuddering asshole. At first she automatically tightened up and 
each time she did so, Howie smacked her asscheeks. 

"Relax," he yelled. "Open those goddamn buttocks." 

Howie pressed down on her shoulders to help keep all of Marvin's cock 
stuffed way up inside her shivering cunt. Then he pressed his rubbery cock 
head against her asshole again. Ilene concentrated on keeping her body loose 
and relaxed. She kissed Marvin hard, sucking on his tongue as if it were a 
candy stick, feeling her asscheeks being strained they were being tugged so 
far apart. 

"Shit!" Howie murmured. "Her asshole's still not ready. But I'll make it 
ready. Marvin, you keep pumping your cock into her cunt." 

"Right!" Marvin muttered, easing his hold on her spine just a little. 

He felt her body rise up slightly, then he pressured it to slam back down 
again, and Ilene thought she would pass out from the exquisite ecstasy. 

Another tickling feeling seemed to come to her, and she realized Howie was 
using his finger on her asshole, spitting on it first, then rubbing it 
against her wrinkled pucker. He pushed after awhile, and Ilene felt her body 
tense. He slapped her buns and she relaxed. Then he pressed his wet 
fingertip to her asshole again, and pushed. She felt something giving, and 
suddenly there was the pressure of something sliding into her ass. She 
wanted to rise, but Marvin held her too tightly. He was grinding his own 
thighs circularly, rotating his cock in her seething pussy channel. 

Marvin's rotating caused her to rotate her own body, feeling the thrill of 
the weighty cock push into her. It reamed her cunt-hollow again and again, 
but even funnier was the feeling from behind. As she continued grinding her 
body on Marvin's solid fuckpole, she also felt Howie's finger rotating, 
pushing, pressing, wiggling, and suddenly the finger was in up to the first 
knuckle. 

Damn! It hurt. Not much, but it still hurt. Ilene took a deep breath and 
waited, and then she felt her asshole being stretched and Howie's finger 
wiggling into her a little deeper. The hurt began to dissipate and she felt 
the finger moving in even more. She continued rotating her body, screwing it 
around the heavy cock plugging her taut cunt while Howie's finger continued 
spiraling into her ass. 

She felt the finger push a little deeper and realized her own sphinctral 
ring was tugging it in, sucking it all the way up into her ass channel. She 
could feel a strange pressure as the finger rubbed against the membrane 
separating her anus from her cunnus. The answering pressure of Marvin's cock 
in her cunt enhanced the sensations even more. 

Howie's finger was continuing to move around and around in her asshole, 
tugging on it, trying to widen it. Soon she felt him force another finger 
into her. Now he applied pressure with both fingers, widening her asshole 
even more. 

"Now," Howie yelled, and yanked his fingers out. 

She felt the head of his cock rubbing against her asshole. Suddenly she was 
afraid. More ice seemed to trickle down her spine. She could feel Howie's 
thumbs parting her asscheeks as the head of his cock rested against the 
rubbery ring of muscle guarding the entrance to her ass. 

Marvin's arms seemed to tighten all the more around her body as Howie lunged 
forward. Pain shot through her body, and she saw flashing colored lights as 
she heard Howie grunt. 

"Uhhhhh!" he resounded. "What a fuckin' tight asshole. Shee-it! This has got 
to be the all time tightest asshole that's ever existed!" 

And then the slender cock was pressing into her anus. 

Ilene wanted to scream how much it hurt, but she couldn't because Marvin's 
mouth was covering hers, kissing hers, sucking on her tongue. All she could 
do was utter funny sounds in her throat and let the vibrations carry into 
Marvin's mouth. 

"Ooooh God! What a great asshole!" Howie announced, and shoved a little 
harder. 

Ilene felt the knob of his small cock push its way a bit deeper into her 
rectum and she writhed, trying to tighten her sphincter in an effort to keep 
him out. But Marvin's screwing cock, grinding into her seething cunt, caused 
her entire body to relax, and Howie was pushing in deep enough so that the 
tightening of her sphincter only served to suck him in all the deeper. 

The scraping of his hard cock as it rasped against the walls of her ass 
caused more pain. She shuddered, fearing his cock might actually be tearing 
membranes and tissues in her tight ass. 

Then, through the pain, she felt the heaviness of the two penises in her 
body, separated only by a thin membrane of flesh. They rubbed against one 
another, and in so doing, rubbed against her flesh, causing her to feel a 
new, perverse kind of pleasure. It was a small one, not nearly large enough 
to compensate for the pain his slim cock was causing in her ass. 

Now the two cocks began rubbing back and forth, moving in unison, making her 
feel like some trapped animal in a living cage. They pulled back together 
and plundered forward at the same time. The one in her aching cunt was 
causing her frustration and desire, while the one in her ass was causing 
continuing, albeit diminishing pain. They rubbed in and out, in and out, 
making her body shudder. 

She could feel the oil secreted from Howie's slender cock greasing her ass 
channel even more, making the way a little smoother. The pain was slowly 
beginning to diminish, now. She was grateful Howie's pecker was so thin. A 
fat one, one like Marvin's, plugging away in her ass, would have ripped her 
anal channel to pieces. And to think she wouldn't allow either of her 
husbands to do this to her. Maybe she would have been better off had she 
permitted it. She wouldn't have been feeling the pain she had, now. 

The pain was slowly fading even though Howie wasn't slowing down at all. He 
kept plunging his tool in and out of her ass, but thrilling sensations were 
building higher and higher inside her; sensations she'd never known before. 

My God! she thought, feeling the thinner penis sliding back and forth in her 
ass. What a fool I've been. It feels good! It really feels good! I never 
realized being fucked in the ass could feel so terrific. 

"Hey Stan," Howie called out. "Whyn'tyou come on over and join the fun?" 

"No thanks," the hoarse voice of the tall one called Stan, replied. "I told 
you guys, I don't share my action with anyone else." 

"It's either share, or get sloppy thirds," Howie laughed. 

"I'll take it when I'm ready for it, not when you guys want me to take it." 

"Aaah, fuck you," Howie laughed. 

"You mean fuck you," Marvin said to Howie, and the two of them laughed 
together as they went on pumping their hard dicks into Ilene's body. 

"God bless us every fuck," Howie laughed. 

Ilene felt her heat building higher and higher. Oh God! She was going to 
come. She could feel it. What was more, from the rapid way they were 
plunging their cock back and forth, she knew the two boys were going to 
come, as well. 

Prior to her second marriage she had undergone a tubal ligation. The doctors 
had warned her that having children might be hazardous to her, and so she'd 
had the operation. Now she was more than grateful. At least she couldn't 
become pregnant because of what they were doing. 

"Oooooh shit! What an ass! What an ass!" Howie was screaming. "Hey, lady, we 
definitely are gonna keep you around. Killin' you would be a real waste. I 
ain't never had an asshole this good." 

Thank God for small favors, Ilene thought to herself. 

The tension was building up higher and higher. She knew she was going to 
come. There was no way to hold it off. In fact, there was no reason to hold 
it off. She'd needed a good climax for a long time now. 

Marvin's mouth was kissing hers again, and though she wanted to scream out 
her satisfaction, his kiss prevented it. She felt a surge of power shoot 
through her cunt, charging through her like bolts of raw energy. She bucked 
and shuddered and began coming strongly, her cunt muscles tightly squeezing 
Marvin's solid cock. She felt Marvin's hands squeeze her body all the more 
tightly as her crushing vulva pressed his stanchion of prick. Her own arms 
were wrapped around his neck, and they tugged tightly, pressing on his head 
as her body quivered and trembled, enjoying the orgasm shuddering through 
it. 

Just when she felt her climax reach its apex, another climax hit her. This 
one was brought on by the heavy spurting of Marvin's gummy seed into her 
burning box. She felt a flood tide of semen pour into her in heavy blasts, 
shooting straight up and splashing against her womb. The hot, dribbling seed 
made her squirm with unbelievable delight. Her husbands had been great, but 
neither one could compare to the boy now shooting his load into her. She 
wanted to scream, to shout, to yell, but his tongue clogged her throat and 
prevented her from doing or saying anything. All her screaming was mental. 

She could feel Marvin's penis starting to shrivel in her swamped pussy and 
was convinced it was all over. But Howie was still running his own siege 
engine back and forth in her ass. 

What the hell! she thought. Let him come and this can all end for a while. 

But something unexpected happened. All the pain was gone from inside her 
ass, and there was no longer any pressure from Marvin's deflating cock. Yet 
Ilene suddenly felt another climax climbing up inside her. And this one 
wasn't a simple vaginal orgasm. This one was actually building in her ass. 
She was having an anal climax. 

"Heyyyyyy... yeahhhhhhhhh... aghhhhh... yeahhhhh... " Howie was yelling. 
"I'm comin,' here I come... oh yeahhhhh... oh wowwwwwweee wowowowo woweee!" 

And as the second burning load of semen spurted into her, this time into her 
ass, Ilene felt her anal climax really take hold and totally inundate her. 
It washed over her with thunderous force, shaking her entire body, and this 
time she pulled her mouth from Marvin's and screamed a high-pitched, 
"Eeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" 

The three orgasms seemed to intermingle inside her. The first one, caused 
just before Marvin shot into her, was first beginning to ebb, while the 
second one, caused by the heat of Marvin's sperm, was at its apex and ready 
to ride down. The third anal one was still climbing higher, driving her 
absolutely wild with delight. Her skin prickled and her pores opened as she 
shuddered and shook violently, gasping for breath when there seemed to be no 
breath left. 

She fell forward, clutching tightly to Marvin's neck, whispering a gasped, 
"My God! My God!" in his ear. 

The pressure of Howie's cock was lessening, and she knew he had just about 
emptied his balls into her. His prick was deflating quickly, and soon she 
felt it slide out of her ass. At almost the same time, Marvin's shrunken 
meat fell from inside her seething cunt. 

"We gotta do this again," Howie was saying, and she realized he had slumped 
to the floor behind her. "Oh man! Do we ever have to do this again. She has 
the greatest ass in all creation." 

"Her cunt is better," Marvin quietly announced, himself weak and tired. 

Ilene slid off his lap, turned over, and flopped down on the sofa beside 
him. And suddenly she was conscious of the tall boy, Stan, who was staring 
at her, and the look in his eyes almost made her feel ashamed. 

CHAPTER TWO 

It was early June, and the evenings were warm, along with the days. When 
Ilene had wanted to dress again, Howie had said, "No dice, sister. You stay 
that way. It's additional insurance against your wandering too far." 

"I'm hungry," the one called Stan said. "I'm going into the kitchen to get 
me something to eat." 

"You sit!" Howie commanded. "We got us a slave here. She's gonna do 
everything we want. Right?" 

"I don't seem to have much choice," Ilene shrugged. 

"Thatta girl. Now you go out t'the kitchen. I'm sure you can find yer way. 
The refrigerator has enough food in it to feed a dozen people for three 
weeks. And we're only four. So you go ahead and cook us some nice steaks. 
Hell! If we had oysters I'd have y'cook those up, instead. We'd sure be able 
t'use 'em with you around." 

"Is it all right if I take a shower first?" 

"What'sa matter? Feel dirty after bein' touched by us? Aw hell! G'wan! Take 
a shower." 

Ilene walked out of the room but listened as the three men began talking. 
"How long we gonna stay here?" the one called Stan, the tall one, was 
asking. 

"Right up to the day before the owner comes home," Howie replied. 

"Why?" 

"'Cause by now everyone around must realize this dame's been snatched. There 
are gonna be roadblocks all over the place, and we got less chance of 
gettin' outta here safely than shit has of escaping from constipated bowels. 
Three weeks from now there ain't gonna be no roadblocks, and we can get 
outta here safely. At least you two can go. I still got a job here." 

"What about the woman?" 

"Smartest thing t'do would be to kill her." 

"That's the dumbest thing," Stan's hoarse voice said. "Kill her off, and 
there ain't gonna be no rest until they find us. No one's ever gotten away 
with killin' a kidnap victim. No. When I leave, I'm taking her outta here 
with Marvin and me. We'll blindfold her so she can't see where she's been or 
where we're takin' her. We'll let her off in some small town and take off. 
By the time she gets to the cops, we'll be long gone." 

"I don't like it," Howie snapped. "Dead people can't talk." 

"Who made you God?" Marvin asked. "We came in on this thing for kicks more 
than anything else. After all, we got the jobs here, and we're gonna get 
paid for 'em. Stan and I don't dig the idea of killing anyone, especially we 
don't dig killing women. And this broad is the greatest lay you'll ever 
find. She's the kinda chick who comes along very rarely. Stuff like that 
y'don't go around killin' off." 

"All right, all right," Howie snapped. "Don't get so huffy about her. She 
lives. She leaves with the two of you. Now let's relax." 

"Don't get cute later on, Branton," Stan said, using Howie's last name for 
the first time. 

"Stay cool," Howie snapped. 

Ilene hurried away then, going upstairs and finding a bathroom. Once there, 
she showered. After drying herself off, she wanted to find something to 
wear, but she knew the three boys might object, and their objections just 
might take the form of physical violence. Pain was something she couldn't 
take too easily. 

Coming downstairs, she carefully examined all the windows and doors. 
Everything was locked, and she noticed alarm wires attached all around. If 
she attempted to break out of the house, the three men would know it. 

Finding her way into the kitchen, she went to the freezer and found four 
steaks. She took them out, then instantly put them in the oven while still 
frozen. She knew frozen meat tasted better when cooked without waiting for 
it to defrost. t "Smells good," she heard a hoarse voice say. 

Turning, she saw the tall boy, the one called Stan, come into the room. He 
still had what looked like an adolescent face. 

"How old are you?" she asked. 

"Old enough," he replied. 

"You're going to end up in jail. You know that, don't you?" 

"Maybe," he shrugged. "But then life's a jail. Don't do this, don't do that. 
Me, I'm a firm believer in doing anything that won't hurt anyone else." 

"Well, that robbery today certainly wasn't an example of not hurting anyone 
else." 

"Who got hurt?" he asked. 

"I did," she snapped, rubbing her ass. 

It did hurt, now. It hurt a lot. It just wasn't used to having anything 
solid pump its way in and out of that tight hole. 

"Any pain you received didn't come from the actual robbery," Stan pointed 
out. "Just remember, I'm not the guy who took you along. Not only that, but 
I'm not the guy who did anything to you that did hurt. Like I said, I don't 
dig hurting people, especially chicks. And I sure wouldn't go around hurtin' 
an old broad like you." 

"Old? I'm only twenty-seven. Thanks a lot." 

"Yeah, well maybe you look a little older." 

"After the way your two friends used me, I'm not surprised." 

"Look, you really don't look old. In fact, I think you look nice, real nice. 
You have a great body. I mean, those tits of yours are the nicest pair I've 
ever seen." 

"And I suppose you've seen a lot of tits," she smirked. 

"I've seen my share. Hell! I'm not like those other two. Maybe I ain't rich, 
but come September, I'm goin' to the Coast and I'll really make it big." 

"I wish you luck, Mr. uhhhh... " 

"Gross. Stan Gross. Just call me Stan." 

"Okay, Stan. And you can call me I, short for Ilene." 

"Like I said, I'm not like those other two. That bum Howie is always gonna 
be a big nothin', doing stints like this guard work for the rest of his 
life. Marvin is try in' to do architectural work. He goes to college." 

"I think all three of you are going to end up in prison," Ilene told him. 

"Could be," Stan admitted. "But it ain't even all our fault." 

"I suppose the three of you were sleepwalking?" 

"No, but Marvin and I had no idea what Howie really had in mind until we got 
to be lookout, or else. He gave Marvin the bag and told him to hold it open. 
And when you didn't budge, he waggled that gun at Marvin, forcing him to 
open the cash register and take the dough. Howie's sick." 

"I'll say," Ilene nodded, rubbing her sore ass again. 

"You think ass-fucking is a sick thing, huh?" 

"I think anything other than what you would call normal fucking is a sick 
thing." 

"No," Stan told her, shaking his head as she checked the steaks in the oven. 
"Whips are sick. Chains are sick. Using drugs to make it is sick. Even using 
body waste is sick. But anything else between a guy and a chick can't be 
called sick, especially when you consider the pleasure both can get from 
it." 

"Some day you and I will have to have a talk about it," she snapped, taking 
the steaks out and putting them on plates. "Right now I'm hungry." 

"Where are those sexy stockings and garter belt?" he asked. 

"I left them upstairs in the bathroom. I didn't want your overzealous 
friends to tear them, as well." 

"Doesn't it bother you to stand there naked like that?" 

"Would it change things if I said yes?" 

"No, I guess not. I was just curious." 

"You seem to be the only shy one around here," she remarked, putting two 
slices of bread on each plate, and putting the plates on the kitchen table. 
"You're the only one still dressed." 

She told Stan to call the other two in for supper. Both Marvin and Howie had 
gotten dressed again, but they stared at Ilene all through supper. 

"Tomorrow we're gonna really have a time," Howie told her. "That tight 
little asshole of yours really drained me. I don't have any strength left 
for tonight." 

"Me neither," Marvin acknowledged. "Who wants t'go to a movie?" Howie asked. 
"I'd love it," Ilene told him, and the three males all laughed. 

"Sorry honey, you gotta stay here," Howie told her. "But I'm goin' to town 
to catch the double feature at the Rialto. I checked the newspaper, and all 
the movies on TV stink, tonight." 

"In that case, I'll come with you," Marvin told him. "Stan, you wanna come 
too? This place is too heavily guarded electrically for her to get away." 

"I'll be the token guard tonight," Stan said. "I mean, we are being paid to 
guard this house." 

"Yeah," Howie laughed. "Good idea. I'm expecting some loot to be cabled here 
any day now. I'll be able to pay you guys, then." 

"Let's go to the movies," Marvin said, belching as he stood up. "And for 
supper tomorrow night, I want more than just meat. There must be a whole lot 
of vegetables in the pantry. Cook something up." 

Howie and Marvin left the house. Stan stayed with Ilene as she put the 
dishes in the dishwasher along with the knives and forks. 

"Y'took a long shower, before," he said, as she wandered into the living 
room. 

"I know," she nodded when he poured some brandy for the two of them. She was 
becoming more and more accustomed to her nakedness, now. It didn't bother 
her to feel his burning eyes wandering all over her body. She knew he wanted 
her. He would probably take her when he finally got up enough courage. But 
she would never willingly give herself to him. Even as she drank some brandy 
and felt it warm her belly, she was determined not to submit, willingly. 

"How come you took such a long shower?" he asked, sitting on the arm of an 
easy chair in which she had plunked herself. 

"To be honest, I felt like washing Marvin and Howie out of me," she 
answered. "It took awhile, but I think I succeeded." 

"You smell good," his hoarse voice whispered as he touched her shoulder with 
a forefinger. 

"Perhaps I'd better go upstairs and leave you alone," she muttered, standing 
up and putting the empty glass on a table. 

"No!" he almost shouted, then gained control of himself, but his shout 
raised the hackles on the back of her neck. She looked into his eyes and saw 
a small gleam there. He wanted her, all right. But in spite of the heat 
surging through her body, she had to resist. 

"Stan," she whispered. "Don't to this. Please, don't do this. So far, you're 
the only one I respect." 

"I respect you, too," he nodded. "But I want you. What's more, even if you 
won't come out and say it, I think you want me, too. But you're afraid I'm 
gonna pull a Howie on you." 

He reached out and let his hand touch the back of her neck. It wasn't a hard 
grip, but it was a firm one. Ilene could feel her throat pulse throbbing 
under his thumb and a sense of heated desire welled up in her, mixed with 
panic. He was right. She was terrified he would try sticking his penis into 
her rectum, especially after what he'd told her. No, no matter how much she 
had come to like the giant man, she had to get away from him. 

"Y... you're no less perverted than those other two," she whispered. 

"I'm worse," he admitted. "Y'see, I have a bad habit of making girls like 
what I do to them. So if I'm a pervert, you're gonna learn to love 
perversion." 

"Stan, no," she muttered, feeling the heat of his breath as his mouth got 
closer to hers. 

"God, I wanna fuck you," he whispered. 

"No, Stan, no, no, no, don't do this. Don't shame me." 

His grip tightened a little on the back of her neck as his lips came down to 
kiss hers. His kiss was soft as his other arm surrounded her and drew her 
bare body to him. His tongue was light and teasing, and once again her lips 
parted automatically. She let his tongue slowly trickle its way between her 
lips into the anxious, boiling grotto of her mouth. 

Though she tried to close her mind to it, she couldn't. She was going to be 
raped again, only this time there was no gun. She would resist, but she knew 
he was stronger. He would win. Perhaps it was just as well. She wanted him 
to win. Her body was anxious for this gentle giant. And somehow she knew he 
was aware of her need for him. No matter what she did or said, deep down, he 
seemed to know she wanted him. She could feel the masculine strength in his 
grip on her throat, strong but tender. And the tongue now wandering through 
her mouth was hot and eager in seeking out her vital erogenous zones. His 
lips were pressing hard, bruising her own lips, but bruising them 
deliciously. The giant boy was every bit as strong as he looked. 

She felt him shivering with anticipation, and knew he was letting anxiety 
build swiftly inside him. 

He pulled his mouth from hers and whispered, "Your mouth tastes like fresh 
clover." 

She could feel her nipples, twin buttons of desire, growing, swelling, 
extending so they could rub against him. He seemed to sense their presence, 
too. His hand released the back of her neck and moved around front, sliding 
along the fullness of one breast. He palmed it, weighing it like some 
ripening antelope. His fingers caressed her nipples, tweaking them, making 
the passion build inside her. His other hand now slid down the length of her 
back until it reached the full mound of her buttock. And she felt his long 
leg press into her pubis so that her own thigh could feel the hardening of 
his covered cock. 

Ilene began trying to pull away, mumbling jumbled sounds into the mouth 
kissing hers. She had to fight him off. She didn't care how nice he'd seemed 
to be, earlier. He was a male, and all males always wanted the same thing, 
even if she wouldn't consciously admit it to herself. Moisture was already 
seeping from between her thighs, wetting his pantleg. She could feel her 
nipple getting even harder and longer as his one hand continued playing with 
it, and heat seared her buttock where his other hand rubbed. She had to stop 
this. She had to stop it now. She had to get far, far away. He was making 
her feel like some kind of common trollop who was a slave to the sensations 
of her body. But in order to regain her own self-respect, she had to harness 
these feelings and bring them under her own control rather than be 
submissive to them. 

"Don't do this," she begged, trying to pull away. 

His grip on her loosened for an instant and she pulled herself out of his 
arms. She ran across the living room, out onto the cool polished marble 
floor in the foyer, but all the while she knew there was nowhere to go, 
because the horror from which she was really trying to escape was inside 
herself. 

He was much faster than she, and though her speed initially took him by 
surprise, long before she was near the front door she could feel him 
overtaking her. 

An arm reached out and a hand grabbed her wrist, and suddenly she felt 
herself being flung back into the living room. He had been even rougher than 
he'd wanted to be, and she felt herself being flung halfway across the room 
before she stumbled over a footstool and fell to the carpet. She pulled 
herself up and leaned against a long table at the rear of the room, and he 
was there again, his body pressing against hers, and for a moment she 
thought he would crush her against the table. 

He used his hands to pin her arms behind her, bending over her and kissing 
her throat. Oh Christ! His hot kiss felt so good. Her tits were almost 
bouncing she was breathing so heavily, looking like moored boats hobbling in 
a typhoon. She looked up into his eyes and saw a wild stare in them. 

"I gotta fuck you," he murmured. "I just gotta fuck you. If I had to go 
through life knowin' I passed this chance up, I'd kill myself at some later 
time. You're so lovely, you're so great. Look, I don't want to rape. I wanna 
have you willingly. Come on, now. You want me, too. You know it. Stop all 
this dumb fighting, huh!" 

His mouth dipped and he took her left teat between his lips, letting his 
tongue caress the nipple as his lips sucked. 

"Stan, no! No, don't... don't... d-o-o-o-o-on't," she cried out, feeling his 
hot mouth suck her breast so she began to burn. She could feel her nipple 
become longer and hotter than it had ever been before. Was she a masochist? 
Did she enjoy being forced? She knew she didn't like pain. Why should she 
enjoy this? 

"Face it," he whispered, letting her tit fall from his mouth. "I'm gonna 
fuck you, honey. The only question is, do we do it here, in the living room, 
like you did with Marvin and Howie? Or do we go upstairs and find ourselves 
a nice comfy bed." 

Ilene stood there, staring into his boyishly handsome face. She couldn't 
recall when she'd felt so emotionally helpless. But then she couldn't recall 
when she'd felt so wanted, either. He was looking back into her eyes with a 
smile that seemed to say, "Come be my love," rather than simply, "Let's 
fuck!" He hadn't been too articulate in phrasing what he'd known the both of 
them wanted, but then she realized it really hadn't been necessary. He knew 
what he wanted. She knew what he wanted, but most important of all, he knew 
what she wanted. Fortunately for both, it all boiled down to the same thing. 

"Okay," she nodded, whispering. "Upstairs." He lifted her in his arms as if 
she weighed mere ounces, then carried her up the long flight of steps. She 
could feel her asscheeks press against his rubbing hard-on each time he went 
up another step. 

He carried her into what was apparently the master bedroom. 

"If we're gonna do it, we're gonna do it in the best possible setting," he 
said, smiling. 

He set her on the bed and turned on a nearby lamp. Then he opened a window 
slightly, to let air into the room. It was a warm night, and the night air 
felt good on her bare flesh. 

He went into the closet nearby, He rummaged around for awhile, then came out 
with a white lace Spanish shawl. 

Walking over to her, he draped the shawl over her shoulders and head. His 
hands arranged the shawl so it fell in front of her without touching her 
breasts. 

Ilene held her breath, wondering what he was doing. Was he some kind of 
clothes freak? If so, why hadn't he made her put on her stockings and garter 
belt. They always looked sexy. 

He led her before a full length mirror and made her look at herself. 

"See?" he asked, staring at her. 

See? What was there to see? She was staring at her naked body, draped in a 
white shawl. And then she had a funny, tingling feeling, as if she were 
looking at a madonna rather than a helpless, kidnapped woman who was being 
treated like a whore. She realized she appeared almost saintly, and not like 
some trollop whose hole was made to be filled by every passing cock. 

There was no doubt about it. The boy really liked her a lot. And knowing 
about it made her feel all warm inside. It was a nice feeling to be wanted, 
even if it was by one of three men who had violently abducted her earlier in 
the day. She felt the reflection at which she was staring was unreal and 
almost unbelievable. 

She watched as his hands slid up from her waist to cup her bare breasts, 
feeling her solid nipples thrust out to meet the heated palms of his hands. 
She shuddered, and let her head fall back and rest on his broad chest for a 
moment. 

"Wait!" he whispered, and moving away from her, hurriedly took off his own 
clothing. 

All the while he stripped, she could see his eyes remained fastened on her 
shimmering body, wrapped in the white lace shawl. And then he was back, 
turning her to face him, letting the vision of herself as something almost 
holy disappear as he gathered her into his large arms and crushed her to 
him, kissing her mouth. She felt his long, thick tongue spear between her 
lips and increase the heat already highly-built in her. An immense pole was 
being pressed into her belly, and though she hadn't had the opportunity to 
look at it, Ilene could tell from the feel of it that it was considerably 
larger than Marvin's long, thick hunk of cock. This was a regular totem 
pole. It pressed into her flat belly as her heavy, rounded breasts rubbed 
against his hairy chest. The wiry hair seemed to tease her nipples and make 
them even more sensitive. 

She heard a moan erupt from Stan's chest as he pressed her bare flesh to 
his. She felt his fingers caress and smooth their way into her white, tender 
body under the shawl. Finally the shawl slipped from her shoulders and fell 
to the floor. 

Ilene could feel the burning heat of the monstrous pole rammed into her 
belly and knew the weighty cock was in a sweet agony. She could imagine how 
swollen his balls were, probably like rubber spaldings tightly encased in a 
leathery sac suddenly grown too small to hold them comfortably. 

He shoved her gently, and she felt herself moving backward until her 
knee-backs touched the bed. He shoved one more time and she tumbled 
backward, flopping on the bed. One long, satin thigh still hung down the 
edge of the bed, onto the floor. The other leg was bent to the side, 
revealing the full pouting of her tender pussy, surrounded as it was by the 
mossy brown fur. The lips were barely parted, and a thin, viscous dribbling 
was seeping out from within. She saw fires burn in his eyes as they locked 
on the temple between her white, silken thighs. 

Why should he continue staring there? When he put that monstrous member of 
his into her, he wouldn't be able to look at that part of her. He would be 
looking into her face, or sucking her tits. 

Now that she had an opportunity to really see it, she was almost aghast at 
the size of his throbbing cock. It looked even larger than it had felt. And 
the balls suspended behind it were a pair of gigantic counterweights. 

He staggered closer to her now, and she braced herself to accept the weight. 
Slowly he lowered his body, but didn't rest himself against her. As she 
stared, she saw his head dip lower and lower, his eyes still locked on her 
pussy. His large palms lay themselves flatly on her opened thighs, pushing 
them wider apart, and just before his head sank out of sight, she saw his 
tongue extending from between his lips. 

My God! He was going to put his mouth on her vagina. He was going to lick 
her labia. Was he crazy? Why another obscenity? Why couldn't he simply keep 
his promise and fuck her? 

"No!" she snapped, trying to force her thighs together. But the weight of 
his two palms, pressing down on them, kept them wide apart. 

And then she felt his flaming, burning lips move closer as his hot, volcanic 
breath made her ragged pussylips flutter. His mouth clamped itself tightly 
on her leaking labia, and he proceeded flicking his tongue in and out, 
spearing it like a chilling, wicked knife right into the heated depths of 
her feminine bog. Her entire body trembled violently as she felt the slick 
oral digit leap into her again. 

"No!" she shouted. "Stan... no... no... no... ohhhhhhhhhhhh Goddddddddd... 
don't dooooooooo... thisssssss... ahhhhhhh... " 

Her voice was shrieking as she felt what was surely the tongue of an 
anteater slosh into her brimming pussy, causing jagged bolts of energetic 
lightning to course through her entire being from her brain to her toes. Her 
body was violently trembling with insane vibrations, all caused by the long, 
thick, swathing tongue of the boy who had desired to see her as something 
holy rather than a simple bawd. 

Holy! Yes, that was it! He thought she was something to be worshipped, and 
the only way he could properly worship her was with his tongue as it 
continually lapped into her seething Temple of Venus. He was kissing her hot 
pussy just as he had french-kissed her mouth, using his tongue to best 
advantage, making her bounce wildly on the bed as her ass slammed into the 
mattress again and again. She was helpless putty in his hands now, 
completely out of control, obeying whatever impulses his tongue seemed to 
flash to her. 

She felt his tongue continuing to taste the burning rivers of liquid pouring 
from inside her. She could actually hear the noisy way his tongue worked in 
and out of her while his hands pressed her thighs wider apart. He was 
rubbing his lower half against the bed, and she realized his penis really 
must be in agony. 

His long tongue licked far and deep into her flaming center, making her 
fling her body from side to side like a helpless rag doll. She was totally 
out of control, feeling the way his tongue sloshed through her seething 
center again and again, creating hitherto unknown sensations, making them 
build, swell, and enlarge inside her. These were feelings she had never 
known before because she had been too stubborn to allow either of her 
husbands to do this to her. How foolish could she be? It was as totally 
different from actual fucking as ass-fucking had been yet it was no less 
enjoyable. And now that she thought of it, once the pain had disappeared, 
the assfucking had been fun, too. She'd had an anal orgasm, something she 
would never have thought possible, before. And she knew the tongue now 
licking into her tight twat would also bring her to orgasmic completion. 

"Wonderful... " she heard him murmur between swipes with his tongue. 
"Mmmmmm... delicious... tasty... ohhhh... "and as he continued eating the 
liquid contents of her broiling cunt, she felt him somehow or other moving 
to the side and crawling onto the bed. He was still pressing on her thighs 
with his palms, keeping them wide apart, and the quivering lips of her 
dripping cunt surrounded his mouth as he sucked and licked. He ate like a 
starving lion, as if he would never be able to get enough of the wonderful 
meat in which his mouth was buried. 

She felt her cunt turn raw with friction as he continued eating and licking. 
And then she shuddered anew as she felt the tongue touch the tender little 
button of her vellicating clitoris. It was hard and stiff, as erect as a 
small cock, and as his hands rested on the white, wide open flesh of her 
soft thighs, his mouth continued to savor the flavor of the gorgeous, 
pulsating, coral-colored interior of her oozing cunt. She could feel his 
tongue tease her shivering clit, then wash its way down the length of her 
teeming gash, then move on to her puckered asshole for an instant where he 
licked hungrily before starting on the return trip. Back his tongue went, 
first teasing her asshole, then licking up between the peach-like slices of 
her labia into the juicy slot, making slurping sounds until it came to the 
peak of her split and lapped at her reddened clitoris with such pressure, 
Ilene was no longer able to keep silent. 

"Eeeeeyyyyaaaaggghhhhhhhhaaaggh hhhaaaaannnnnngggghhhhhhaaaaaggh hhhhhhh... 
" she screamed as the strange, long, wonderful lapping tongue seemed to 
blister her flesh with new jolts of lava-like licking. The sky, the very 
heavens seemed to open at the sound of her voice, and spasms of wonderful 
licentious lasciviousness blasted through her entire frame in overpowering, 
agonizing bliss. 

She was helpless, a slave to his licking tongue. There was no earthly way 
she would ever be free again. She would always be a slave to such lustings. 
Sex would never, never be a simple thing to her again. 

She felt Stan's tongue licking and tantalizing her pearl-like clitoris 
without mercy, squashing his flattened tongue against it in fevered haste, 
drinking the delicious nectar of her dripping lubrication, noisily enjoying 
the pungent aroma and musky flavor. 

His lips vised tightly around the tiny, protruding clit and he sucked madly, 
whipping his tongue back and forth over the red, bead-like head, feeling the 
slitheriness of it. His whipping tongue was becoming too much for Ilene and 
she shouted aloud, "O-o-o-oo-o-o-oh God-d-d-d-d-d-d ayaghhhhhhhhhhhhh... 
uhhhhhh... " 

The sounds of her screaming voice echoed through the vast bedroom, bouncing 
off the acoustic ceiling. Blast after blast of rapturously lascivious 
ecstasy rocketed through Ilene's weakened, whimpering, shuddering, sighing, 
bleating, tormented flesh. The insane sucking of his mouth continued, 
pulling and draining all her emotions out through her clitoris. Her mind had 
become a blank to anything but the rapt pleasure she was enjoying. Her mind 
was concentrating solely on the tongue working in her pussy, setting her 
constantly aflame with new lustful delights. Her loins arched upward now, to 
meet the downward thrusts of his tongue, and her entire body shook and 
shuddered, taut and straining, pushing up against the mad sensations of that 
working tongue. 

Though only a youth in many respects, Stan was a true master when it came to 
cunnilingus. He could do more with his mouth and tongue than almost the 
entire world of other men would do with their whole bodies. And now his 
mouth belonged exclusively to her aching, needing cunt. 

She felt his lips press tightly around her extended clitoris, rubbing them 
from side to side, pressuring the clit. And Ilene felt herself foaming at 
the mouth from sheer rapture as she yelled, "Oooohhhhhhh my Godddddd! 
Ahhhnnnnnnggghhhhhaaahhhhh... " 

The high ceiling, all off-white and seeming to reflect in shadow all that 
was happening below, appeared to waver before her fogged eyes. As it was she 
could barely see the shadows without her glasses, and now a glaze seemed to 
cover her eyes, making her even more sightless. Fire was blazing between her 
thighs and spreading through her body. She knew it wouldn't be long before 
she was totally inundated. Without realizing it, she wrapped her columnar 
thighs tightly around his large head, temporarily imprisoning it against her 
womanly pit. She was no longer satisfied with his tongue. Nor would she have 
been happy with his penis. She wanted all of him. She wanted to stuff every 
last little bit of him into her. 

As her long, pillarly thighs tightened their grip around Stan's head, she 
felt his palms sliding under her ass, raising her up, bringing the tasty, 
meaty furrow even closer to his slavering mouth. She could feel her pubic 
hairs brushing against freshly-shaved cheeks. Lord! Lord! Lord! There had 
never been any sensation in the world to equal this. And to think she had to 
learn about it from a callow youth. 

His hot breath seemed to burn into the furnace of her pussy as his tongue 
trailed lower and began licking her asshole as Howie had done, earlier. Only 
Stan seemed to ass-lick with greater talent. Not once did she think to 
tighten her ass on him. She thrilled to the way he licked the crinkled 
opening, circling it with the tickling tip of his wet tongue before 
stiffening said tongue and plunging it right into her. 

Stan pushed forward, raising her body with her thighs still wrapped around 
his head. She felt him licking down and in, licking as far into her asshole 
as he could before moving his tongue back to her burning cunt where he sank 
it as far into her blazing kiln as it would go. 

Shuddering, she felt his finger touch her asshole and remembered how Howie's 
had hurt her going in, the first time. She was ready to tighten up, but felt 
his licking tongue plunge ever deeper into the pressure cooker of her 
steaming cunt. Thick oil dripping from her pussy slot fell into Stan's 
finger and he used the oil to coat the outside of her asshole. Little by 
little Ilene completely relaxed, and suddenly she felt his finger slowly 
eeling its way into her. Where Howie's had hurt, his finger felt ticklish. 
She found the pressure in her ass, matched against the plunging of his 
tongue into her steaming cunt actually enhanced the powerful feeling for 
her. 

As he continued licking with his tongue, and slowly sawing his finger in and 
out of her tight asshole, Stan began slowly moving around to the side. Ilene 
felt him moving, but was so caught up in what he was doing, she was totally 
uninterested in anything else. His free hand spread itself across her 
asscheeks and rubbed them, once again making everything feel more acutely 
wonderful. 

His entire body moved around until he was over her, raising one leg like a 
dog, then slowly bringing it down on the other side of her face. Staring up 
as she did, Ilene saw the gigantic phallus, blood-engorged, swollen, and 
roadmapped with blood vessels. It was a gigantic spike, looking like the 
Washington Monument, and at the very top was a round head with a sightless 
eye. And there was a sticky tear leaking out of that sightless eye, as if 
said eye was crying out for something. It was a mammoth, throbbing spike, 
springing straight out of his dark-haired pelvis, thrusting forward like a 
monstrous screwdriver. It twitched and leaped before her eyes. And she could 
see the testicular sac, wrinkled like a giant prune, but containing not one, 
but two stones. And each of these stones was larger than a handball. 

He continued eating her pussy, sucking her sticky cuntlips and lapping the 
flooding juices from inside her, not stopping to say anything. And Ilene, 
who had once almost gagged at the mere thought of putting her mouth on a 
cock, suddenly realized that was precisely what she wanted to do. She wanted 
to suck a cock, and it was the biggest, fattest cock she had ever seen. She 
would have to stretch her lips around it to make it fit, and even then it 
might not. It might split her mouth wide open. 

Suddenly everything that seemed disgusting and ugly to her before, now 
seemed wonderful and in need of doing. She was going to suck on that penis 
no matter what happened. And she was going to do it because she wanted to. 
Her eyes focused clearly on the great log of flesh with the bulbous head. 

Anxiously she opened her mouth as her hands reached up and she wrapped her 
long, tapered fingers around the gigantic purple dome with the pink shaft. 
She let one of her hands move so her palm could caress his balls, and 
slowly, very slowly, she felt him lowering his crotch. Her mouth was as wide 
open as possible, and as a little more moisture seeped from his tiny hole, 
she reached out her tongue and licked it off. She felt him shudder the 
instant her lips touched his cock, and as she swirled the lubricant around 
on her tongue, she decided she liked it. Swallowing the fluid, she opened 
her mouth again and this time guided the staff down until the purple head 
rested on the tip of her tongue. Not only did this make him shudder all the 
more, but it seemed to enhance his cuntlapping to an even greater degree. 
God! What a wonderful tongue he had. He was giving her his all. Could she do 
less? 

Her tongue wrapped itself around the magenta knob, licking and lashing it 
gently, feeling him shudder with every lick. Then her lips closed tightly 
around it, pressing hard, while her tongue rubbed against the underside, 
creating a maddening friction. She could tell he liked it by the way he 
shook. 

Gripping the reddening staff all the harder, she pulled the penis deeper 
into her mouth, feeling her lips being stretched way out of proportion. But 
she didn't care. There was no longer such a thing as pain. The stretching of 
her lips was as delightful as the feel of his tongue in her pussy. The taste 
of his thick wang was as wonderful as the heat of his mouth as his tongue 
slurped all the way into her. 

She sucked strongly on the lavender head, tugging hard on the thick staff, 
feeling him raise and lower his body. He was keeping himself under control, 
but just barely. 

And at the same time she felt his tongue literally scrub its way through her 
burning trough, sucking loudly, to let her know how much he was enjoying the 
eating of her. Her cunt muscles were pulsating and throbbing, trying to 
close in around his tongue, as if attempting to grab it and yank it out by 
the roots. His lusting mouth was working fervidly, anxiously, doing its best 
to please her, concentrating solely on her. And she responded by applying 
her lips tightly to the head of his seething pole while her hand tugged on 
the broad shaft. Her warm mouth opened a little more, and she sucked in a 
bit more of his cock. She wasn't the least bit apprehensive about it. She 
wanted it, she wanted it badly. If it choked her to death, then so be it. It 
was a far better way of dying than the way Howie Branton had planned. 

Heat was building more and more rapidly inside her. As it was, her body was 
lurching out of control, feeling the wonderful way his handsome, boyish face 
was buried in her seething snatch. She tightened the hold of her lips around 
his solid stalk, sucking in two more inches. She could almost feel the knob 
pressing into the back of her throat. Her tongue was washing the violet 
glans again and again, and she felt him moan as the sound sank into her 
slurping pussy. His hips drove downward and she felt the blunted point of 
his cock press itself against the ring of her esophagus. God! How she wished 
she could take it farther in. It tasted so good, and felt so warm and 
comforting and secure between her lips with her tongue pressing tightly 
against it. The pressure of her tongue seemed to drive him so wild, he sank 
his face even deeper into her flaming snatch, and the sounds of his mad 
sucking were drowned out by her strong gobbling. 

Ilene sighed with maddening heat as she continued sucking on the large, 
shining penis now thrusting up and down between her pulling lips. Her entire 
body violently trembled as she felt the lashing tongue of Stan Gross attack 
her soft, reddened inner flesh with his lapping tongue. With one hand she 
continued pulling on the three inches of cock not yet in her mouth, while 
with the other she caressed his wrinkled sac, rubbing it and squeezing it, 
but always careful not to crush it. As a twice-married woman she'd had more 
than her share of experience in the handling of balls. She cradled and 
fondled them as if they were the most precious jewels on earth. 

She felt his thighs jerk downward, and suddenly another inch of heavy cock 
was pushing into her mouth. She felt the prodding head of his thick cock 
push at her throat in an attempt to open it up. She coughed and choked, but 
the idea of fitting the thick head into her gullet appealed to her. Had she 
been able to swallow his testicles with his shivering cock, she would have 
done that, as well. It was a rock-solid stanchion and it depressed her 
licking tongue flat down while rubbing against it. When the point almost 
lodged in her throat, she could feel him shiver and shake as the pressure 
from the ring of her gullet squeezed the cock head, hard. The mighty pole 
continued pistoning between her soft lips as her cheeks alternately bloated 
and hollowed while she sucked. He kept thrusting harder, trying to plunge 
his meat in deeper. She felt herself gagging again, but loved it. She wanted 
the thick meat stuffed all the way into her throat, right down into her 
belly. 

Her hand squeezed his balls a little, making him shiver and raise his ass 
slightly, partially withdrawing the thick flesh tube from her mouth. As the 
cock pulled up, she began sweeping her tongue around it, licking it, coating 
it with her saliva. She squeezed his balls again, as if signaling him to 
plunge it back down, letting it ride against her licking tongue. This time 
another inch of cock sank into her mouth as she felt her gullet open a 
little and take the knobby dome inside. Her throat squeezed the sensitive, 
spongy glans, and she knew she had him almost completely in her power. But 
then, she was equally in his power, because she knew she was on the verge of 
an all-time great orgasm. As she sucked she heard him whimper, and she knew 
he was as primed as she. 

Saliva came pouring out of her mouth, because the thick pole lodged in her 
throat wouldn't let her swallow. The spit dripped down her cheeks, onto her 
neck, and still she didn't notice it as she sucked and pulled and vacuumed 
with her mouth. 

She felt his burning breath sear her inner cavity as he continued to madly 
lap away at her creaming cunt. His hands were gripping the balloon-like 
moons of her white ass, clutching madly with his digging fingers as his face 
continued sinking deeper into the morass of her perfumed pussy. Her tight 
cunt was pulsating and palpitating madly, the lips squeezing tightly around 
the nose and tongue pushed all the way into her seething chamber. He licked 
as far in as his tongue could reach, and was rewarded with a gasp from her 
as her lips compressed all the more tightly around his magic wand. He shoved 
down a little harder, and she felt the last inch of penis slide into her 
throat. It completely stopped up her gullet, choking her, yet she would have 
gladly died at that moment rather than pull her head back and release some 
of the pressure her throat had on his glans. She felt his tongue stabbing 
deeper and deeper into the fleshy tissues of her seeping cunt, and just as 
he moaned with ecstasy, so she moaned with rapture. 

Ilene's slender, firm thighs were tightly wound around Stan's head, pulling 
his face ever deeper into her blistering cauldron. She bucked and leaped 
from the bed each time his tongue swathed its way through her tight, hot 
cunt. She bounced and rebounded, crushing her thighs all the more tightly 
around his head, feeling his fingers urging her on to crush with even 
greater strength. Her body stiffened now, just as his torso spread itself 
rigidly above her. Her thighs had his face so deeply locked into her cunt, 
he was suffocating, just as she was choking on the length of his probing 
meat. Yet neither would give an inch as his lower lip rubbed strongly 
against her hard, swollen clitoris. Even as his hands squeezed the globes of 
her gluteal cheeks, he was still digging a finger into her asshole, making 
her bounce madly. His forefinger was all the way in, rotating in her asshole 
madly, and she loved it. If there was pain, she wanted more of it, because 
the pleasure was so overwhelming it totally swamped her. She felt his face 
pulling back, then plunging in again. His tongue was scouring her entire 
genital area, digging all the way into her pussy, coming out and licking her 
clit, then lapping around the finger he had pressed all the way into her 
asshole. He lapped every fold, every membrane, every sensitive nerve-ending, 
while his thighs continued moving up and down, pistoning his gigantic full 
length of flesh pipe into the deepest part of her gagging gullet. The ring 
of her esophagus suddenly tightened strongly around his cock, preventing him 
from tugging it back, just as her vulva clutched at his tongue, tugging it 
so far into her scintillating vagina he thought he'd never be able to use it 
for talking again. 

"Ggggggkkkkkkkkkkkkkk... " was all she could say, and he realized she was 
coming. 

Floods of heavy oil splashed into his face, blinding him completely as her 
ass rotated madly around his finger. The insides of her cunt completely 
contracted, and he felt his tongue being compressed as if in a drill press. 

Knowing he was the cause of her orgasm proved too much for him, and suddenly 
Ilene felt pulsations against her upper lip. The underside of his heavy cock 
was throbbing madly as it swelled to greater, thicker dimensions. Ilene felt 
herself blacking out for an instant, and then a tremendous throb in his 
penis brought her awake again as heavy white sperm discharged down her 
throat. His thick cock was so far down her gullet she couldn't even taste 
the flow. It spurted strongly, continuously, firing rivers of white seed 
into her belly, and she was being robbed of the flavor because of his 
wonderful length. Even so, how blissful to drink the sweet tasting flow, and 
that combined with her own orgasm, caused her to feel her entire self 
shatter into a million shards. 

CHAPTER THREE 

In spite of having been kidnapped and raped, Ilene slept well that night for 
the first time in months. Every part of her body was relaxed. She fell 
asleep almost immediately after Stan withdrew his flaccid penis from between 
her lips. She was totally unaware of his leaving the room. 

It was morning when she opened her eyes again. She found Stan had tucked her 
under the covers of the bed, and she wanted to relax and sleep a little 
longer when Howie, the short, sharp-faced one, entered the room. He was in 
his underwear and like the other two men, was well-proportioned in spite of 
his height. 

"We'd like breakfast," he said to her. "How about it?" 

He was asking instead of ordering. She had no illusions about his trying to 
be nice. All she had to do was give him a negative reply and he'd get 
nastier than ever. 

"I'll be downstairs in twenty minutes," she replied. "Any chance of my 
getting something to wear?" 

"Why bother?" he smirked. "You'll only wear it out, taking it off and 
putting it on all day long. Keep that nice ass bare and available." 

"Don't you believe in putting that thing of yours somewhere other than an 
ass?" 

"Sure. I just don't wanna risk gettin' you pregnant, the way Marvin did, 
yesterday." 

"I can't become pregnant," she told him. "I had an operation." 

"Even so, I have a tiny cock. It sometimes gets lost in a cunt. The ass is 
nice and narrow place, just right for a skinny dingus like mine. Every now 
and again I let a chick suck me off, but I don't trust you, yet. You just 
might bite it off, and considering how small it already is, why should I 
risk makin' it shorter. Nah, I think I'll stick t'your ass. Okay?" 

"Not really, but I don't see where I have much say in the matter." 

She got up, went to the bathroom and tended to her needs. After a quick 
shower, she went downstairs and headed for the kitchen. She found the bacon 
and eggs without any trouble, and soon had four steaming plates, with a 
large pot of coffee, as well. 

The three men straggled into the kitchen fully dressed. She saw the strain 
on Stan's face and at first thought something might be wrong. But he shook 
his head and smiled, and she realized he looked so haggard because of the 
way they'd enjoyed themselves the previous evening. 

With breakfast over, Marvin turned to Stan and said, "We better be getting 
to town and seeing what the latest word is on our sortie, yesterday." 

Stan shrugged, took out a cigarette (he was the only one of the trio who 
smoked), and rose from the table. 

"We'll be back sometime this afternoon," Marvin said to Howie. "Don't get 
cute while we're gone. Anything happens to her, and we'll ring the cops in 
on this. Dig?" 

"Yeah, sure," Howie nodded. "Don't worry. I ain't gonna hurt her. I may fuck 
her a little, but I ain't gonna hurt her." 

The two men left, and Ilene said, "Let's do it now and get it over with." 

"We'll do it when I say," Howie snapped. "I don't dig that shit about 
gettin' it over with. I don't give a shit whether you like it or not, but 
when I do it, I get a big kick out of it. Go, have a ball, take a look at 
the estate. I know you ain't goin' nowhere. When I feel like fuckin' you, 
you'll know it." 

Ilene shuddered. She didn't like Howie, and she liked the idea of being 
alone with him even less. 

It was a warm day outside, so she went for a walk. The estate grounds were 
very large, nearly a quarter of a mile in every direction from the house. 
And there was a wall around the entire estate. There was no high ground 
overlooking the area so she could wave to anyone for help. 

She walked around the inside of the wall twice before she found what she 
thought might help her. It was a clinging vine and it went straight up to 
the top of the wall. The main question was, would it hold her weight if she 
tried climbing it? One thing was certain: she had no intention of trying 
with Howie Branton around. She would have to wait until she was alone with 
Stan again. Only the next time she would have to see to it that Stan was the 
one who passed out. 

She sunbathed until lunchtime, then Howie came out and told her to go make 
lunch for two. She made her way to the kitchen and prepared some soup and a 
salad. 

"Good meal," Howie complimented. "Not too heavy. I wasn't in the mood for a 
heavy meal. C'mon, let's go upstairs." 

Silently, Ilene followed him. As long as he valued her ass even a little, he 
wouldn't try getting rid of her. She had to perform, and perform well. 

"I been thinkin'," he said, when they entered the master bedroom. "I'm gonna 
give y'a chance. But you cross me and I'll blow your gorgeous head off." 

He took out his gun and placed it on the night table. He seemed certain she 
wouldn't make a try for the gun, and he was right. Ilene didn't know the 
first thing about handling guns. 

She watched as he stripped down, then reached out, put an arm around her 
waist, and said, "You do like I say, and this time I'll stay outta yer ass." 

He kissed her hard. Luckily, Ilene had a natural aptitude for kissing, and 
her tongue flitted into his mouth, instantly. It was the first time she'd 
ever kissed him, and though he wasn't bad at it, she mentally objected, 
knowing who it was she was kissing. To overcome her mental disgust, as she 
kissed she reached down and squeezed his cock. At first she thought he might 
not be fully erect. Her entire hand surrounded the meat, almost completely 
swallowing it in her palm. Howie responded instantly, pressing his firm 
young body against hers, savoring the feeling of her large tits as their 
nipples moved back and forth over his chest. 

Her hand continued yanking on his hard cock, eventually realizing it had 
grown to its full length. It was as solid a pillar of flesh as it was ever 
going to be. 

"Get on your knees in front of me," he ordered. 

Of course! Whatever she did, it would be in a humiliating position. He 
wanted her that way at all times. 

Kneeling, Ilene stared straight ahead at his firm belly. He went and got a 
footstool, then standing on it, he said, "Okay, lady. Now you start sucking 
my cock." 

Had he tried to make her do this the previous day, she would have run, 
screaming, from the room. Today it didn't seem to matter anymore. 
Cocksucking, she had come to realize, was as natural as fucking. 

Opening her mouth, she let him plunge his hot, hard little dick right in. He 
thrust it in so hard, it appeared as if he was hoping to strangle her with 
it. But it was much too short. She could feel his purple glans throbbing 
between her lips as she bobbed her head back and forth, sucking strongly. 
After having almost strangled to death on Stan Gross's cock, this one was 
like a pinky. 

Standing on the footstool with his thighs as wide apart as possible, Howie 
thrust his cock into her mouth hard, clasping his hands behind her head as 
if to hold it in place. He stood there, his thighs widespread, his fiery 
cock plunging in and out of her mouth. 

And then he yanked her head back as he pulled his cock out, saying, "I ain't 
gonna come in your mouth, lady. I'm gonna shoot a load into your face." 

As he talked, her fingers were busy playing with his testicles. Like his 
balls, they were small. 

"I want you suckin' my balls and jerkin' my cock until my nuts explode a 
load of white stuff into your face. Dig?" 

"I understand," Ilene nodded, letting her fingers trickle up and down his 
thighs, scraping her nails lightly on the flesh. She had to keep him 
content, if only for her own peace of mind. 

"Start to work," he snapped. 

"Just stay still," she requested. "Don't move around too much. I don't want 
to hurt you." 

"Makes two of us," he nodded, noting her tongue was coming out to catch a 
drop of lubricant as it threaded its way from his penis toward the ground. 
She caught it halfway down and swallowed it in. 

Lowering her head somewhat, she pushed it between his wide-open thighs and 
moved her mouth straight up until she had engulfed his entire little scrotum 
sac. She could feel the marbles inside rolling around and ran her tongue 
over them again and again. Her lips pulled carefully, applying just the 
right amount of pressure, and he began to wiggle as she knew he was feeling 
the tingling in his balls he had been looking for. She let her tongue wash 
over the sac again and again, tickling it and teasing it, and she noted he 
applied one hell of a lot of willpower to keep himself from churning madly. 

Her nose rubbed against the hot underside of his fiery little cock, teasing 
it lightly as her lips pursed themselves around the baggy scrotum, tenderly 
and gently sucking. Her tongue seemed like a scale, weighing each ball, one 
at a time. Then she seemed to be juggling them in her mouth. She could tell 
he loved it by the way his ass was vibrating. Then she began humming, and 
the vibrations made his balls shiver to where he almost pulled away. 

"Shit!" he muttered. "You gotcha self one helluva mouth there. It's every 
bit as good as your asshole." 

She felt his hands reach down and press against the sides of her temples. He 
was going crazy, and now he wanted to pull out. The overpowering sensation 
was a lot stronger than he'd thought it would be. Her sucking was constant. 

"Ease up!" he ordered, pulling back and letting his balls fall out of her 
mouth. "Oh shit! I ain't never had no one suck my balls like this, before." 

"Would you believe me if I told you it was my first time, too!" Ilene asked. 

"Yeah, well I guess this is somethin' you gotta come by, naturally. God! But 
I love the feel of my balls in that hot mouth of yours. I'm nuts about the 
way that tongue of yours rubs my sac. And shit! The way you roll my balls on 
your tongue is really wild. You keep suckin' like this, and I'm gonna blast 
that load into your kisser in no time." 

"Fine," she said, once more thinking how she wanted this over and done with. 

"Remember, suck my balls and let my cock rub itself all over that face of 
yours. I'm gonna shoot into your face, and you're gonna rub my cream into 
your face and neck. Dig? Jesus! I love watchin' a broad soak in my come 
cream." 

"Okay," she nodded, knowing she could always shower the stuff away. 

Taking a deep breath, she once again opened her mouth wide and pulled in his 
scrotum. His balls were small enough as it was, but the heat of his body had 
drawn his sac up tightly. Her lips were actually pressing into his crotch 
with her palate tasting his balls, and the tip of her tongue licking at the 
underside of his short, skinny penis. She swirled her tongue around his 
wrinkly sac, pressing it into the sensitive spot under his testicles, and 
even licking up into his ass crack. She felt his muscles twitching 
involuntarily as his hips flexed themselves to drive his body back and 
forth. 

"Bitch!" Howie yelled. "Ooooooh, goddamn bitch, have you ever got talent 
with that mouth of yours. Christ!" 

His hand was pressing flatly down on top of his skinny cock, rubbing the 
flat underside against Ilene's face. She could feel the flaming heat 
coursing through it, and knew it wouldn't be long before he splashed his 
seed into her face. 

Her tingling tongue was searching out the various wrinkled lines in his sac, 
continually reaching to the back of his balls and leaping into the crack 
between his buns. 

"Bitch, bitch, bitch, just keep it up... ooooooh... don't stop... don't 
stop... you've got the beat... ahhhhhh... " 

Howie was shaking and his knees were wobbly. Ilene had to reach behind his 
knees with both hands and grip firmly to keep him from collapsing on her 
then and there. Her tongue was straining and her brain was growing cloudy 
from the fantastic amount of energy she was expending. Her lathering tongue 
licked his nut sac again and again, and she could feel his ass tightening. 
Though the scrotum had contracted, pulling his balls up tightly against his 
body, her tongue could detect that each testicle had swelled within the sac, 
and she imagined just how painful it would be for him if she suddenly 
stopped her licking. As long as her tongue continued ministering to his 
balls, everything would be fine. But should she stop before he came, pain 
would shortly shoot through his body. Even if he jerked off afterward, it 
wouldn't ease the pain for awhile. From the way his testicles were swelling 
and pressing against his scrotum, he knew he would either come or explode, 
and Ilene knew it, too. 

She could hear him panting heavily, and imagined his breath was a multitude 
of sharp knives cutting through his lungs. 

"Any second nowwwwwww... " he was yelling. 

Heat inside his balls seemed to push through the pores in his scrotum and 
transmit itself to her through her working tongue. Though she had no liking 
for Howie per se, sucking his balls was getting her very hot. Her mind was 
filled with all kinds of whirling colored lights. 

One of her hands moved up from behind his knees to grab his rock-hard, tiny 
penis, and she began tugging on it as her mouth sucked his balls. She knew 
what she was doing would hasten his orgasm, which was what she wanted. 
Knowing Howie, he would do nothing for her, anyway, once he got his rocks 
off. He only cared about Howie. What she was doing was making her burn up. 
The pressure in her nipples had made them swell until they looked like large 
Hershey Kisses. The heat was becoming too much for her, and her hand clung 
to the little penis as if it meant her very life. 

She felt Howie's knees weaken as his tiny penis hardened and throbbed 
incessantly. And then the boiling wax came shooting through his tube of 
cock, spitting out of the needle-like hole in his tiny glans. The first shot 
was so powerful, it shot over Ilene's head, splattering on the rug some 
eight feet behind her. But Howie, realizing he was aiming too high, pressed 
his hand down on his cock, and made sure she took every one of his other 
shots full in the face. He squirted the gooey liquid onto her forehead, into 
her hair, against her closed eyelids, spattering against her cheeks, her 
nose, and even her lips, with a couple of parting shots against her throat. 
She felt the heated cream dripping down her forehead against her eyelids, 
onto her nose and lips. Some of it stuck in her hair, eyebrows, and 
eyelashes, and she felt Howie grab her hands and press them into her throat 
where her palms rubbed against the hot mess. He made her rub it into her 
flesh and smear it allover her face, licking what was left off her palms. 

Finally, when he was finished, and she could feel the sperm drying all over 
her body, she opened her eyes and stared into his malicious face. 

"You did all right, lady," he told her. "You really did a good job. Lucky 
f'you, you're so talented. With the other two gone I was figurin' on bumpin' 
you off and droppin' you into a hole I've dug in the cellar. I'd tell the 
other two guys you got away somehow, and they'd take off without even 
waitin' f'their money, thinkin' you'd gone to get the cops. But Marvin's 
right. Killin' you would really be a waste. You're a million surprises. You 
do everything well. You're one of those broads a guy could never get tired 
of. What the hell! With that ass and that mouth, you've earned the right to 
go on livin'. You can relax. I ain't thinkin' of bumpin' you off, no more." 

The hell he wasn't. The mere fact that he continued to talk about it meant 
it was still in his mind. He was so worried about his own skin, he wouldn't 
give a damn how great she was. Eventually he would want to kill her, and she 
knew he just might if he was ever alone with her again. She would have to 
talk to Stan. The tall man was her only hope of getting out of this thing 
alive. 

Howie made her skin crawl. He reminded her of a gila monster. She wouldn't 
be safe around him, not at all. 

When he left, she went into the bathroom and took another long shower. She 
washed her hair as well as the rest of her, glad her hair was short. A quick 
comb-through once it was dry, and she would have it fall right into place. 

After her shower she went downstairs to the living room and turned on the TV 
set. When the news came on, she saw she was the main headline. She was 
missing, and the liquor store had been robbed. The owner of the store was 
swearing up and down about her honesty, which meant, as far as the police 
were concerned, that she had been kidnapped, perhaps because she could 
identify the robbers. 

There was a three state alarm out for the robbers, and the FBI had been 
brought into the case now that exactly twenty-four hours had gone by. And 
the FBI almost always succeeded. 

A sane man would have driven her far away, and then would have taken off. 
But Howie was crazy. He might just be crazy enough to want to kill her in 
the hope he could get away with it. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

It was four-thirty in the afternoon when, wandering through the basement of 
the house, she came upon a built-in spa. There was, among other things, a 
steam room, and Ilene decided it might be a good idea to let the steam work 
on her pores and get out whatever sperm of Howie's she had been unable to 
wash out. The place was almost boiling hot, and seemed to stink, yet when 
she'd adjusted the dials, noting it was impossible for anyone to 
accidentally broil her in there like a lobster, she enjoyed the fee! of the 
steam opening her pores. 

Off to the side, above a drain in the floor, she found a small cold shower 
which she could use every now and again when she felt the steam might be a 
bit too heavy. For a little while she completely relaxed. 

Fifteen minutes went by, and suddenly the door to the steam room opened. At 
first she couldn't see who came in, but a moment later recognized the moon 
face of Marvin. 

"Stan and I've been lookin' f'you," he told her. "We wanted t'make sure you 
were all right." 

"I'm fine," she answered. 

Fright had gripped her when he'd opened the door, but when she saw who it 
was, she relaxed a little. 

"Mind if I join you?" he asked. 

"Why not!" she shrugged. 

He stepped outside for a minute, and when he returned he was as naked as 
she. He had taken his glasses off, as well. 

"I can't get over your body," he told her, standing next to her, staring at 
her large breasts. The heat had relaxed her nipples and they lay flat 
against her tits. 

Even so, Marvin stared at them with wide eyes, letting her know he was 
hungry for her again. Her twin gloves were a dual feast, and he intended 
feasting. 

His hands reached out slowly, and Ilene remained still, not flinching as his 
fingers closed around both nipples. He pulled each nipple between his 
forefinger and middle finger, pressing his thumbs hard against them, rubbing 
circularly, making them swell as blood rushed to fill the nipple sacs. 

Ilene felt the heat beginning to boil in her hot pussy, and she knew it 
wasn't coming from the steam. Wanton desire was shooting up from her 
pink-lipped pussy through the rest of her body. Marvin wasn't Stanley, but 
there was still something desirable about him. Perhaps she was comparing him 
to Howie, who had no desirable traits at all. 

"Uhhhhhhh... " she gasped, gripping his wrists with her own hands. "Oh God! 
Why am I reacting this way? It's almost as of you men had put something in 
my food." 

"You did all the cooking," Marvin reminded her. "Besides, I don't need no 
aphrodisiacs. I got natural appeal." 

Although Marvin didn't appear to be the sadistic kind of male who loved 
beating and dominating, he was definitely overbearing. Without actually 
causing her pain, he was letting her know she would do whatever pleased him, 
whenever it pleased him, in any manner that pleased him. The way his fingers 
tugged on her nipples as the balls of his thumbs caressed them, stroking 
them, making them enlarge into long, rubbery nails, let her know he had 
total power over her, even if he wasn't going to exercise it in a vicious 
way. 

She was sighing now, almost purring as his fingers continued playing with 
her nipples. The heat of the steam room washed over the both of them, making 
them perspire profusely. 

They remained that way for nearly a minute, and then Marvin released one 
nipple and wrapped an arm around her, drawing her close. He slowly pressed 
his lips to hers, letting his tongue slickly push its way between her lips 
and teeth, sinking itself as far into her sucking mouth as it could go. And 
all the while his other hand continued toying with her nipple, making her 
squirm her body against his. 

"Mmmmmmm... " she sighed, making his tongue vibrate in her mouth. 

Slowly he released her, letting her move back a little, but she still felt 
the marvelous way he had caressed and kissed her. There was no doubt he 
intended fucking her. But he wasn't rushing things. He was enjoying himself 
to the utmost playing with her, and he was making her enjoy being played 
with, there wasn't the overpowering physical attraction she'd felt with 
Stan, but he was still all man, and he knew how to make her enjoy him. 

Ilene was humming contentedly, and she let her own hands slide over Marvin's 
muscular body. He was the strongest of the trio, with the solidest, hardest 
body. Her hands moved like a hundred butterflies, reaching down and 
caressing his erect cock. Lord! She might not have loved the man, but she 
knew he adored her in spite of their circumstances. And even if his erection 
was not as long or as large as that of Stan, it was still immense when 
compared to those of her former husbands. 

"That's one helluva nice penis," she whispered, kissing his lips gently, 
while fondling it. 

"Nice enough to handle two chicks like you, honey," he told her. And he 
wasn't just saying it to hear himself talk. Ilene could see he really 
believed it. 

Ilene laughed softly and walked across the room to where the shower spout 
stuck out of the wall. The heat of the steam room, combined with the inner 
heat she felt, was getting to be too much. She needed cooling off, and 
turned the faucet knob, letting cold water sprinkle down on her. 

Marvin followed her, his solid cock bouncing around between his thighs like 
a grotesque, fleshy cannon. Then, when she stepped out from under the 
shower, he moved under and let some of the cold water fall down on him. 

"It's really hot in here," he said to her, watching her sit on the tile 
bench on the side. 

"It opens the pores and gets out all the body poisons," she explained. 
"Where are the others?" 

"Stan is lookin' around outside, figurin' you might have gone for a walk. 
Howie is somewhere upstairs in his bedroom. Who cares?" 

Both their bodies were totally immersed in their own perspiration as their 
pores remained wide open. Their faces were less than four feet apart, and 
each could see into the other's eyes. And each saw lust written there, 
reflecting an inner feeling. 

"There's a small whirlpool bath in the next room," Marvin said to her. "It's 
supposed to be good for toning up the skin." 

"Let's go!" Ilene insisted, holding out her hand. 

Marvin grabbed her by the wrist and led her from the steam room into a small 
room with a yellow light overhead. There was what looked like a wide bathtub 
in it, and Marvin began filling it with water. When it was three quarters 
full, he stopped the water and pulled another lever. The water in the 
outsized tub began swirling madly. 

Ilene put her foot in. The water was warm. She let herself slide in and 
began floating almost immediately, letting the vibrating water carry her all 
around the tub. There was a mild oil of wintergreen smell, and she could 
feel something mentholated seeping into her pores, making them tingle. 

Marvin slid into the swirling waters next to her. He reached out for her and 
she came to him, letting him surround her with his arms. And then his mouth 
was kissing hers again, and she could taste his tongue once more as it 
swathed its way through her mouth. Her hand was once again wrapped around 
his solid cock. She squeezed as she felt Marvin's hand caress her bare 
buttock, stroking softly and sensuously. His other hand slid between her 
thighs from in front, rubbing lightly against her aching pussylips. And then 
she almost jumped as she felt his middle finger slide tightly into her 
squeezing cunt. 

"Mmmmmm... ooooh... good... " She whispered, writhing on his inserted digit. 
She tingled, feeling the way it moved around inside her. A thumb was rubbing 
her swelling clit, and the sensations made her tighten her grip on his cock. 

"You're... all right," Marvin muttered, gasping as her fingers danced over 
the flesh tube of his penile extension. 

She shivered as his thumb pressed hard against her clitoris. She felt his 
finger probing deeply inside her cunt, and all the while he bucked back and 
forth against the pressure of her hand surrounding his flesh wand. The 
combination of hot water swirling around her, added to the movements of one 
hand caressing her buttocks while the other explored the wonders of her 
anxious cunt drove Ilene into a frenzy. 

"Christ!" she almost yelled. "You're driving me crazy." 

Her shoulders pressed against the side of the tub as she arched her body 
toward him, letting his fingers continue their magic. He was making her 
hotter and hotter, and she reciprocated by tugging his penis harder and 
harder. 

Then his hands stopped working on her. He suddenly pulled away from her and 
climbed out of the whirlpool. Turning, he offered her his hand, helping her 
out as he murmured, "Who the hell can concentrate on anything in that crazy 
whirlpool." 

He pulled her willing body against his, crushing his mouth to hers, feeling 
her swollen tits flatten themselves against his hairy chest. Her rounded 
loins were grinding against his penis, ramming it solidly into his own belly 
as it stood upright. It throbbed there for the moment, a prisoner of their 
two wet, clutching torsos. 

Once again Ilene felt Marvin's lancing tongue knife into her mouth, and 
quivering anticipation trickled up and down her spine like a thousand 
shattered icicles. Her nipples were long and hard, like two candy-coated 
licorice drops. 

Ilene was more than just hot. The need to fuck had become something 
overpowering inside her. She didn't know why, but being here with these 
three boys had done more to arouse her animal passions than all the things 
she'd done over the years with either of her husbands. And each of these 
boys was more lewd and depraved than either of the men she'd divorced for 
not being able to fuck straight. 

His tongue, licking madly through her yielding mouth, made Ilene more 
passionate than all the fingering either of her husbands had done. 

"I'm... burning... up... " she gasped. 

"The indoor swimming pool," he gasped. "It'll cool us off a little." 

He turned her around, and keeping her body against his so his throbbing cock 
rubbed up and down in the slit of her ass, he guided her through another 
door to a large indoor swimming pool. 

There was no doubt the people who lived here were better than well-off. 
Ilene wondered why they even had to bother going away on trips. If she had a 
house like this, she was certain it would be an adventure to explore it 
every day. 

The pool room was blue and dimly lit, but Ilene didn't stop to admire it. 
The heat in her was more than she could stand. Her body was nowhere near an 
orgasm, yet the inner heat was as powerful as the warmth around her flesh. 
Even when she cooled off her flesh, she knew the strong inner heat would be 
there, but being cool on the outside would make it all tolerable. 

Diving into the pool, she felt the cool water surround her as she jetted 
toward the bottom, then felt herself being buoyed up, up, up, until her head 
broke the surface and she splashed water in a large circle all around her. 
She stared up at Marvin, who was still standing at the edge of the pool, and 
for the first time since her kidnapping she laughed happily. 

"Come on in," she called to him. "The water's cool but wonderful." 

Marvin dived in after her, and she felt her skin prickle and tingle. She 
felt him coming up, and then his head popped to the surface next to hers. 

"You're... you're right," he stammered. "It's cool and good." 

They swam together without touching one another, moving from one end of the 
pool to the other. All the perspiration and outer heat was washed off, but 
she still felt that inner heat, and with Marvin swimming beside her. That 
heat was getting stronger than ever. 

They were halfway through their second round of the pool when she felt his 
strong arm encircle her waist and pull her to him. They kissed, treading 
water with their feet while caressing their bodies with their hands. Their 
tongues danced through their mouths, waltzing back and forth from her mouth 
to his. 

"The hell with all this farting around," Marvin snapped, and dragged her to 
the side of the pool. 

He hauled himself out of the pool and yanked her out with him. Then picking 
her up like a sack of potatoes, he threw her over his shoulder and carried 
her out of there. Stopping only to gather his clothes from outside the steam 
room, he hurried up the basement stairs, then ran up the next flight and 
rushed to the master bedroom. He flung her damp body onto the bed, throwing 
his clothing on the floor. She spun over onto her back and looked up at him 
as he approached, and when his arms went around her, she said, "Hurt me, 
Marvin. Hurt me good!" 

The sight of her bare, curved, white ass as she turned onto her side seemed 
to trigger something deep inside Marvin. It was a gorgeous, beautiful, 
shimmering rump. And she had begged him to hurt her. Yeah! Why not! Why not 
fuck that beautiful ass. He brought the flat of his hand down hard against 
it, making a loud, cracking noise. 

"Yessss... " she nodded. "Yessss... hurt me." 

"Hurt you," he said almost mechanically, and slapped her buttocks again, 
then he grabbed his phallus, waved it at her, and said, "Y'see this? It's a 
sword. It was meant to hurt women. It's to be used to impale broads like 
you." 

He was kneeling on the bed now, letting his rampant rod rub against her. She 
thought he might want to plow his heavy tool into her cunt from the rear, so 
she spread her thighs and said, "Yes. Impale me. Skewer me with it. Push it 
straight up into my heart." 

The vision of her open thighs and round ass cheeks, with a beard of soft 
brown moss all but hanging below as she got up on her knees, set Marvin's 
blood boiling. The openness of her pink pussy, inviting him to come into it 
sent a strong bolt of sensuality through him. His hard cock began jerking up 
and down madly. There was liquid seeping from inside, and it wasn't water 
from the swimming pool, but moisture manufactured inside her. It made her 
pussylips shine and glisten. 

Fuck me! Ilene thought. Jam that fat cock of yours right up into my hot 
cunt. Oh God! I want to be fucked! 

Marvin knelt between her parted knees, staring at the twin eggs of her rump, 
like fruit from an ostrich's nest. She could feel his eyes almost burning 
into her rectum as she undulated her body from side to side, making it all 
the more tempting. 

She felt his knees move forward, and then he was grabbing his solid cock and 
pressing it against her cunt slot from behind. But he wasn't stuffing it in. 
On the contrary, he was rubbing the head around the outer lips again and 
again, and then pushing it forward so the knobby point pressed against her 
swollen clitoris. 

Oh God! she thought. Don't delay it. Fuck me! Fuck me now! 

The sensations of his heavy cock rubbing against her pussylips was becoming 
too much to bear. 

Then she felt the weighty penile tip sliding up through her cuntlips and 
touching her perineum. But it didn't stop there. It kept moving up, and she 
felt it slide through the furrow between her two gluteal cheeks until it 
began rubbing softly against her bunghole, depositing its own oil against 
the crinkly orifice. 

"Yes," he whispered. "I'm going to hurt you. And it'll be one terrific 
hurt." 

Suddenly Ilene was afraid. She was no less excited, but she was afraid. She 
remembered she was a captive, and she would have to do anything he wanted. 

"What are you going to do?" she gasped. "I'm going to fuck you in your 
wonderful ass," he whispered. 

"Oh no!" she yelped, remembering how hard it had been for her ass to hold 
Howie's skinny cock. This one would tear her wide open. 

The mere thought of that monstrous, stallion sized cock buried in her tiny, 
helpless rectum was frightening. Good Lord! He'd tear out the flesh inside. 
She remembered how tight it had been fitting into her cunt. True, Stan's was 
larger, but Stan's hadn't penetrated her cunt, much less her asshole. And 
now he wanted to ream out her anus with it. He was insane. Ilene trembled, 
afraid and terrified all of a sudden, even though the heat was still burning 
in her body. 

But it was too late to think, anymore. She felt him pressing the bulbous 
head of his wet-pointed cock against her asshole. She was still on her 
knees, and she knew if she tried falling down on the bed, he would probably 
slap her silly, causing her a lot of unwanted pain. 

Her head fell down, resting on the pillow, staring backwards, seeing the 
whole thing upside down. She felt his eyes staring at the tiny brown bud of 
her anus as he pressed the head of his penis against it. Her ass muscle was 
tight and resisting, and she felt a bit of pain as his arms wrapped 
themselves around her thighs, holding her still as he pumped forward. She 
tightened her sphincter all the more, but it was no use. His cock head was 
strong. It pushed, and she felt the ring of her sphincter stretching, 
stretching, stretching, and then there was pain as she felt the nose slowly 
insert itself into the tight, squeezing hole. 

"Oh Godddddddddd!" she yelled. "Marvin... it... hur-r-r-ts!" 

She was panting and sweating bullets as that cold, chilling feeling took 
hold of her. She could see his tensed thighs and she realized he wouldn't be 
happy until he had his pole all the way into her ass. 

"Oh shit!" Marvin exploded, feeling the unbelievable tightness of her 
squeezing asshole as it crushed around the tip of his pressing cock. His 
hands were gripping her hips so tightly she could feel his fingers digging 
into her flesh. The harder he shoved, the more aroused everything seemed to 
feel. 

"Marvin!" she screamed. "It... hurts! Oh God! It really hurts! Ughhhhh!" 

"Shut up!" Marvin snapped. "Shut that bitch mouth of yours and keep these 
asscheeks nice and high." 

Both of them knew this was one fuck she would never forget. Hell! It was a 
fuck he wouldn't forget, either. His cock was lodging itself deeper and 
deeper, and as his thick pole moved in. The sight of her ass looked like a 
ripe cantaloupe being perfectly halved. 

"Christ! This is tight!" he grunted. "Oh shit! You have a great ass. I think 
I'm gonna stick to just fuckin' your ass from now on." 

Little cries turned to loud shrieks as Ilene felt her entire rectum searing 
with agony. If he wasn't ripping her rectal membranes apart, he was 
stretching them to the tearing point. She thought her cheeks would burst 
apart before his thick cock was finished with her. 

The dressing table mirror was back and off to the side. With her head down 
and her eyes peering between her thighs, Ilene could just barely make out 
the way Marvin's cock was forcing its way into the tightness of her 
pressured asshole. Christ! Much as it hurt she had to admit it looked 
terrific. She could understand why Marvin felt it so important to finish 
buggering her. She was becoming aroused all over again. 

Looking along the line of her belly, she could see Marvin's dangling balls, 
loaded with semen and swinging wildly as he forced more of his thick meat 
into her. She moaned as the mighty, turgid rod slowly disappeared into the 
widening O of her asshole, making her quivering asscheeks tremble. 

Marvin jerked forward a bit more, and Ilene bit her lip to keep from 
screaming as a bit more of the solid mass pushed itself into her crushing 
anus. She exhaled, then took a deep breath, feeling her anal hole pucker 
around the intruding flesh as if kissing it and sucking on it. The solid 
meat in her ass felt so hard, it was almost brittle. Ilene wondered if she 
bent in one direction or another whether or not the rod might not break off, 
lodged in her ass. 

Ilene the Prude, she thought. Ilene the Straitlaced. Ilene who had refused 
to allow either of her husbands what should have been their right, was now 
being more than punished as Marvin drove his steaming pole into her asshole 
up to the gonads. She was really getting everything she deserved, in spades. 

"Ayyyaagggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgh!" she screamed as he pulled back and slammed 
the full length of his powering cock into her ass again. She tried twitching 
her ass from side to side in the hope she would eventually be able to 
squeeze him out of her. But she felt Marvin leaning forward, pressing his 
cock deeper and deeper into her tight ass. His hands slid forward under her 
body, reaching for her dangling tits. He gripped them as if they were 
supports and pulled himself forward while tugging her back. Ilene felt the 
ponderous caduceus of cock sliding in and out a bit more easily as his 
lubricant oiled the way. He released one breast and slid the hand back until 
he could reach under her and rub the juicing crack of her swampy vagina. He 
rubbed her watering pussy until he felt her oils come pouring out all over 
his hand and wrist, then he lunged forward again, nailing his cock into the 
blazing depths of her clutching rectum. Her muscular sphincter almost popped 
as it literally vacuumed his throbbing phallus into her squeezing rictus of 
rectum. She felt him pounding it into her almost venomously, as if he hated 
her. 

Christ! Ilene thought she would faint from the agony. Was this her 
punishment for having been so prudish with her husbands? Was some kind of 
devil taking his revenge on her for not allowing either of the men she'd 
married to truly love her in every way possible? She'd believed she was 
right in what she had been doing. She was positive she had followed the way 
she had been brought up. Had her upbringing been wrong? 

Even with heavy pain ripping at the walls of her anus, she was beginning to 
feel something else from Marvin's incessant plunging into her rectum. She 
could feel a licentious satisfaction starting to tingle in her seething 
asshole as his hand continued rubbing her simmering cunt and titillating her 
shuddering clitoris. She was a slave to perversion, but not the perversion 
brought about by Marvin's plunging prick. She was a slave to her own 
prurient desires. She was beginning to enjoy the way his thick, weighty cock 
steamed in and out of her ass tunnel, in spite of the pain. Yes, yes, it was 
beginning to really feel good. 

She felt his hairy pelvis slam into her soft asscheeks as, grunting and 
groaning, he continued slamming his pole consistently into the tight, hot 
depths of her ass. She could feel his heavy balls, still dangling low, 
slamming against her glistening cunt, making her squirm and wriggle as his 
fingers continued invading the depths of her creaming pussy while his thumb 
kept on massaging her aching clitoris. 

Her throat felt raw, and she could no longer scream, but she was making some 
kind of rasping sound each time his cock plunged anew into the tight, 
crushing center of her blistering gloryhole. She was gutturally stammering 
and yet, he could detect a difference. Her ass was no longer merely open to 
him, accepting the lancing his cock was giving it. The sphincter was not 
passively allowing the heavy penis to merely massage it as it moved back and 
forth. Her ass tunnel was tightly gripping his staff, clutching it, making 
movement harder, causing herself more pain, and yet... yet... causing 
herself something other than pain. Even so, he was the one doing the work, 
and it bothered him. He wanted to feel that tight ass slide along his dingus 
as it went in. He wanted her to move, as well. 

"C'mon," he snapped, almost pulling her clit away from her suffering body. 
"Move that fuckin' ass. Move it fast. Start shovin' it back against my cock. 
NOW!", "Oh my God!" she screamed at him. "Don't you know... uhhhhh... how 
much... aarrrrrggghhhh... you're... oooh... hurting me?" 

"Fuck with that ass!" he insisted. 

"No... no... no... ayaaaaaggghhhhhh... no... no... " 

He rammed his sucking finger even deeper into her clasping cunt, wiggling it 
around, pressing it harder against the sopping walls of her vagina. He could 
feel the thin membrane separating her cunt from her ass, and he could also 
detect the pressure of his cock as it pressed against that wall and rubbed 
his finger. 

Ilene could see everything he was doing, and the more it hurt, the more it 
also aroused her. She was on fire as she had been the previous night when 
she'd been with Stan. She watched the one hand continue to squeeze and press 
her nipple, sending raw pleasure shooting through her. She also saw the 
other hand continuing to plummet into her soft pussy while massaging her 
clitoris, also enhancing the mad sensations inside her. And she could see 
the way his pole was consistently thrusting into her tight ass. 

And suddenly, just like that, it seemed her ass tunnel widened a bit, and 
the pain was disappearing. Lo and behold it seemed to fade more and more 
quickly until it was all but gone. She knew it would come back again, later 
on. She remembered how much her ass had hurt after Howie had finished 
reaming it out. 

Marvin's hard cock was much longer and thicker. The pain would be 
excruciating, but later, later. Right now, the feeling had totally changed. 
It felt very good as a matter-of-fact. Her breath was locked in her throat, 
and the sobs had suddenly stopped coming out of her as she realized... she 
liked it. She was thrilling to the way the sodomizing cock plunged in and 
out of her. The glowing thrills lighting up her nipple and clitoris had now 
spread to her rectal interior. Her soft rectal tunnel no longer clutched at 
his cock, but literally crushed it, almost flattening it as she began 
pushing her asscheeks back and forth along the length of it. Overpowering 
want was replacing any feeling of degradation she'd had. Agony had all but 
disappeared. Thrills of rapture enlarged with each attack of his spearing 
cock. 

She heard Marvin moan, and realized he was staring down at the way his cock 
was stabbing into her. He had become aware by the way her backside was 
pounding up toward him that she was no longer in pain, but was actually 
enjoying it. This increased his own lasciviousness, making him fuck into her 
ass all the more wildly. Her head rested on the pillow as she stared at the 
wonderful way his lubricated pole continued sluicing in and out of her hot 
tunnel. She could see the way his fingers were also thrusting more and more 
madly in and out of her swollen pussy. 

"I'm... I'm... gonna... c... c... come... " she heard him say. "Oh shit am I 
ever gonna come." 

His voice sounded gravelly and obscene as he speeded up the mad assault on 
her buttocks. His hands continued making her nipple and clit tingle over and 
over. 

Her tits had become larger, more swollen, as his hand had tantalized her 
nipple. His fingers were actually pinching the nipple, pressing it hard. 
There should have been pain, but all she could feel was perverse pleasure. 

Mad fingers now plunged wildly into her soggy snatch, making a slurping 
noise each time they went in. And all the while his thick, swollen dork 
continued slamming its full length all the way into her seething asshole. 
The muscles in both, her cunt and her ass, appeared to be developing more 
strongly as both milked the parts of his body inserted in her. The way 
quicksand pulled something down was the way her cunt and ass sucked in his 
fingers and cock. 

Sharp, needle-like stabs of continually, increasing thrills were swiftly 
enlarging inside Ilene. She had been built to a point where she could go no 
higher. She was at the absolute summit of desire. And then, like an 
avalanche, or a mud slide, or like lava falling down the sides of a volcano 
after it had erupted, she felt the oncoming orgasm threatening to overpower 
her so completely, she would never be able to recover. 

She could feel the hard-thrusting, imitating penis of his fingers cramming 
all the harder into her soggy nookie, matching the maddening downstroke of 
his thrusting cock. The membrane separating her cunt from her ass felt 
thinner than ever as she felt his fingers all but rub against his 
inthrusting cock. She pressed her head into the pillow maddeningly, . 
arching her ass upward all the harder to feel the power of his plunging 
dick. 

He increased his own driving power, and she could hear him sighing and 
moaning, and knew he was totally lost in what he was doing. 

"That's it!" he yelled at her. "That's the way to do it. Fuck that beautiful 
ass up to me all the way. Thatta girl... uhhhhh... yeah... ahhhhh... fuck... 
ahhhh... f-u-u-u-u-u-ckkkkkkkk... " 

But from that point on his words were completely drowned out by her loud, 
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaay yyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrggghhh 
hhaaaaaaaaawwwwaaaaaggghh... " 

The climax filled her cunt to overflowing as his fingers continued plunging 
in and out, in and out. 

All the while using his thumb on her clitoris so that it was a double 
climax, a clitoral one mingled with a vaginal one. 

The mad sounds of her crazy screams mixed with the lurching action of her 
thrusting body was what was needed to send Marvin over the top. Deep in his 
balls everything seemed to come together, and the volcanic eruption finally 
took place. Overpowering pressure seemed to explode from his swollen balls 
shooting jet bursts through the tiny tube in his cock and out into her 
seething rectum. 

"I'm coming," he screamed, "I'm coming, coming, coming, 
commmmmmmmmiiiiiiiinnn nnngggg... ohGoddddddddddduuuuun 
nnnnnggggghhhhhhhhhh... " 

There it was zinging into her. Burning blasts of hot liquid shot through her 
raw rectum, and like some kind of magic balm all the soreness seemed to 
disappear. It was as if some kind of magic medicine was soothing all the 
aches and pains and hurts inside her, leaving only the enhancement of her 
own vaginal and clitoral orgasms. The liquid continued pumping all the way 
into her thrashing rectal channel. A crazy, thrusting, lusting, crushing, 
spurting madness enclosed him as he jammed his jerking rod farther up into 
the sucking, pulling, milking center of her rectum, filling her tight hole 
with a river of semen. 

Ilene's hands were beneath her body, pressing tightly against the hand he 
still had lodged deep inside her seething twat. She felt as if a thousand 
stars had gone into nova, bursting madly at once. Her own screaming seemed 
to drown out everything for awhile. Then above her own voice she heard the 
roar of Marvin's voice as he came and came again inside her seething tunnel. 
She felt as if the membrane separating her ass and her cunt had disappeared, 
and Marvin's fingers were now rubbing his cock, masturbating it inside her 
rectum. She was a single hollow of delicious delights, twitching madly to 
the pulsations of cock as it shot load after load of sperm into her colon. 
Nothing else seemed to matter any longer. She was completely devoured by the 
monster known as total orgasm. 

She watched his cock continue to pound into her, pumping quarts of milky 
gism into her. Then, with her head buried in the pillow and her eyes staring 
up at the way his cock seemed locked into her, she saw the whitewash back up 
and seep out through the faults in the fitting of his cock in her ass. It 
ran out and trickled down from her twitching pussy as his hand continued 
reaming in and out despite her having had so powerful a climax. 

And then she realized he was unable to withdraw his fingers. Her vulvular 
muscle was gripping the fingers so tightly, it was all he could do to keep 
the circulation going in them by continuing to pump his fingers in her 
lusting twat. 

Why, she wondered, did her body hold onto his fingers so strongly? And then 
she noticed her asshole had tightened up around what should have been a 
deflating cock. But the pressure of her sphincter on the base of his penis 
refused to allow the blood to flow out of the sacs, and suddenly she felt 
her third orgasm take hold. It was that rectal one again, just as she'd felt 
it the previous night, only this one was four times more powerful. Anything 
Howie Branton had been able to bring on with his cock was minor compared to 
what Marvin was doing. 

The last few spurts of his come in her asshole was all she needed to trigger 
her climax, and she trembled and screamed a short, "Yaaannnggghhhhh..." as 
the anal orgasm totally overwhelmed her, inundating her completely. 

Now she understood why sodomy was considered perverted. The feeling in her 
ass was so overwhelmingly good, it just wasn't right. A rectum supposedly 
was not designed for sexual pleasure. And since homosexuality was considered 
immoral, and men couldn't feel the pleasure of a good cock in their own 
rectums, they had decided to deny said pleasure to women, as well. Well 
screw that. From now on any hole in her body that could be fucked, would be. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Supper that night was a pot roast with potatoes and asparagus. All three men 
ate heartily. Ilene wasn't hungry. Escape had been on her mind since late 
afternoon, and she felt tonight would be a perfect time to try it. 

Howard Branton was drinking a load of hot chocolate, and it was making him 
tired. As he stared at the video screen he seemed to be getting sleepier and 
sleepier. 

Both Stan and Marvin still seemed wide awake, in spite of the heavy portions 
of food they had consumed. They, with Ilene, were sitting in the living 
room, watching TV along with Branton. 

According to the TV news, authorities were now divided as to whether or not 
Ilene Mallory was still alive. As the hours passed, hope seemed to wane. 

"See," Branton murmured to the others. "We wait awhile longer. When the 
search dies down, we drive the chick out to the middle of nowhere and leave 
her there to walk back while you guys make good your escape. If we blindfold 
her when we drive her outta here, she'll never know where she's been, and 
she won't be able to finger me, either. Okay?" 

"Sure," Stan nodded. 

"Right," Marvin agreed. 

But Ilene felt she knew Howard Branton better than either of the other two 
men. He had no intention of driving her anywhere. At the first opportunity, 
she felt he would kill her, no matter how enthralled he was with her body. 
She had to get away, and get away fast. 

Both Stan and Marvin were staring at her, and she knew the look in their 
eyes. Stan would have wanted to have her by himself, considering how Margin 
had hogged her during the early afternoon. But Marvin was horny all over 
again, and there would have been a big argument had Ilene not signaled she 
would take on both at the same time. Marvin, who was drinking a Coke, 
smiled. 

They left Branton, who was asleep by that time, and went up to the master 
bedroom. Marvin brought his Coke bottle with him. 

"Which hole d'you want?" Marvin asked, shutting the door. 

"The cunt," Stan murmured. "Christ! I'm hot f'that cunt. I haven't been in 
it yet, and I figure it's about time." 

"Fine with me," Marvin nodded. "I wanna use that ass again. She has the 
greatest ass in the world." 

"Maybe, but it isn't ready for this," Stan answer-ed, dropping his pants and 
revealing his monstrous prong. It dwarfed Marvin's mighty penis. 

Marvin set his half empty Coke bottle on a nearby night table and walked 
over to her. He bent his head and began sucking on her right nipple. The 
pressure of his lips and the heat of his mouth began reaching Ilene 
immediately. When he was ready to move to her other breast, he felt Stan, 
who by now had stripped, grip his hair and say, "Halfies, Marvin. The other 
tit is mine. Keep your slobbering lips off and let me do some sucking." 

His head moved down and Ilene felt his mouth surround her other nipple. His 
lips began to expertly pull while his tongue lapped madly at the swelling 
nipple. 

The sensation was different. She felt two mouths caress her tits at the same 
time. Instantly she could feel the difference. 

It would have been wrong to say one mouth was better than the other. One 
technique differed from the other, but both mouths were equally good. Stan 
pursed his lips around her nipple and pulled, compressing them firmly around 
the tiny nail of flesh. His tongue lapped flatly against the tip of said 
nipple, moving up and down and side to side, making Ilene sigh. 

Marvin engulfed the entire teat into his mouth, letting the rear of his 
palate caress her nipple while his lips sucked avidly on the flesh of her 
solid breast and his tongue licked part of her aureole. He let the boob 
slide in and out of his mouth much like Stan's penis had moved between her 
lips the previous night. 

Their very presence was highly erotic, and she could feel her cunt creaming 
heavily. The musky scent heavily filled the room, and she knew they could 
smell it as well as she. 

"Finger yourself," Marvin suggested. "Finger yourself while we watch." And 
both backed away. 

She had given up trying to anticipate what either of them wanted. She had 
also given up the thought that either of them was mad. She had found them 
saner than she was. 

Sitting on the bed, she drew her knees up to her chest and spread them wide 
apart, giving the two men an unobstructed view of her leaking pussy. 

Then she reached down and with the forefingers of both hands, spread the 
tight lips until they gaped widely, revealing the pinkness within. The 
dressing table mirror let her see the reflection of what the two men saw. 
Her honeypot was a rich, vibrant pink, almost coral, and lubricant was 
seeping out of the deep, dark, mysterious center, covering her thighs and 
lower asscheeks. 

Slowly, sinuously, she inserted a forefinger into the tight tunnel between 
her thighs. In all the years she'd been aware of her sexuality, Ilene had 
never once thought to masturbate. Now, the feeling of her own finger sliding 
in and out of her hot channel was an odd, different sensation. She could 
feel it in her cunt, but more important, she could feel the way her seething 
hollow tightly gripped her finger and was surprised at the muscular strength 
in her own vulva. 

"Mmmmm," she moaned aloud, letting the two boys know that her finger was 
really getting to her as it slurped in and out. 

She noticed Marvin was hurriedly undressing now, and soon both he and Stan 
were in the altogether. The sight of the two phalluses, side by side, one a 
thick log of oak, and the other a trunk of redwood, inflamed her. And both 
would shortly be buried inside her. If she worked earnestly enough and tired 
the two of them out, she just might be able to escape. That vine she had 
seen hanging down the wall looked like it might be strong enough to take her 
weight. She would use it to climb over the wall and get out. 

"Lie down," she said to Stan, still fingering herself, letting globs of 
lubricant continue to pour out of her. 

Stan lay down on the bed, and his mighty Sequoia stood straight up, like the 
giant tree it resembled. She could see it vibrating with lustful 
anticipation. 

With her finger still buried in her burning quim, she got up on her knees 
and walked over to where Stan lay. With her tongue she lightly licked the 
monstrous staff, making it slick, smooth and oily. She removed her finger, 
got up and squatted above his huge pylon, then slowly lowered herself onto 
it. She felt the mushroom of his phallic head as it poked between first her 
outer lips, and then her inner lips. She whimpered as she felt the heaviness 
wedge her vaginal walls apart. Oh God! 

This was some spectacular cock. It was only the second one she'd felt 
stuffed into her cunt since her abduction, but it felt unbelievably thick, 
almost creating the impression she was being de-cherried. It made Marvin's 
feel like a toothpick, and Marvin's had really felt heavy that one time it 
had pushed into her. 

Shuddering, she lowered herself a bit more on the mighty, monolithic dong, 
trembling as she felt it continue to force her interior tunnel to widen. 
Even so, her seething hole was clutching tightly to the probe she had 
stuffed inside it, sucking madly on the satin flesh surrounding the iron 
rod. Her vulvular muscle opened a bit more to accept some additional length 
of penile thickness as it pressed all the way up into her. 

"Oh my Godddd!" she uttered, feeling the delightful intrusion of his thick 
member as it shoved its way in all the deeper. 

Little by little it pushed farther up into her. Her ankles, unable to stand 
the strain, gave way, and she fell down to her knees, no longer squatting, 
as more of Stan's weighty muscle urged its way into her. She rocked back and 
forth, letting her passageway get used to the intruding powerizer filling 
it. 

"Once more," Stan gasped, and she knew he could feel the crushing tightness 
of her walls. Having felt how tightly they had gripped her finger, she was 
well able to imagine what they were doing to his pressing prong. 

She felt his large hands grab her hips and tug, and then she was all the way 
down, her burning box completely sheathing the full, monstrous length of his 
shuddering prick. Even before he was ready, she forced her body to rise 
slightly, then slammed down again, feeling the glans ram itself against the 
entrance to her womb. It pained a little, but it was such a nice pain. Up 
she rose, down she slammed. Soon she was doing it cadently, feeling the 
heavy cylinder massage her tissues, making her tingle with anticipation. 

Then she felt herself being pushed forward. At first she thought it was 
Stan's hand in the small of her back, then she realized both his hands were 
still clutching her large, firm, round, white hips. Marvin was pushing her 
forward, pressing her pillow-like breasts against Stan's hairy chest. She 
felt the wiry strands tickle her nipples, making them swell even larger. 

Her mouth covered Stan's, and she felt his tongue instantly slice its way 
between her lips and lash at her teeth. She shivered as she tasted tobacco 
on his breath. On anyone else's breath it had been a detriment, but in 
Stan's mouth it tasted wild and arousing. She licked his teeth and lapped at 
his palate, twisting her tongue around his, and sucking his lips with hers. 

A tingle at her rectum made her start. She felt Marvin licking her asshole 
with his tongue, trying to force the tip into her anus, past her sphincter. 
She writhed and rotated madly, spiraling on Stan's weighty cock as Marvin's 
tongue continued trying to probe its way into her. She felt him licking and 
lapping lightly rather than trying to force her asshole to open up. Little 
by little her anal muscle relaxed, and slowly but surely he slid his tongue 
past the sphincter into the wrinkled center of the cute brown pucker. He 
licked thoroughly, filling her rectum with a large quantity of thick, heavy 
saliva. Then he pulled his tongue out and proceeded to press the knob of his 
anxious cock against her bunghole. 

"C'mon," he urged, pressing down on her, stuffing her full of Stan's 
salami-like schlong. "We fitted it in there before, we can do it again." 

"That was before I had the Empire State Building clogging my cunt," she 
grunted. 

Stan's weighty prong was pressing the membrane inside her hot cunt strongly 
against her ass, making her rectal orifice smaller than ever. Even so, 
Marvin pushed hard, and although Ilene felt a bit of pain, she knew the 
solid point was about to enter her. 

She relaxed her body as much as she could, letting the thick probe move into 
her a fraction of an inch at a time. Her sphincter closed tightly around his 
glans once it was in, and she mumbled a low, "Unnnnnnhhhhhh... " as she felt 
the combined pressure of thick cock in her ass and thicker cock in her cunt. 

"Hollld it steady," Marvin groaned, trying to ease more of his solid cock 
into her. 

For a few moments they remained that way, with Marvin unable to make further 
inroads. Then slowly, very slowly, he felt some of the pressure on his cock 
yield as her ass widened. 

Ilene felt him press more of his thick cylinder into her stretching ass 
tube. The countering pressure from Stan's even thicker meat roll made entry 
even more difficult than it had been, earlier in the afternoon. Stan gripped 
her hips tightly, keeping her totally impaled on his solid baton, letting it 
probe into the deep recesses of her twitching box. It made her shudder all 
the more, feeling the blunted, round point of his solid penis rub strongly 
against her cervix. 

Marvin's solid rod pushed a little deeper into her ass. She knew her 
membranes wouldn't be torn. Her ass could stretch to accommodate his 
entering probe. The dual sensation was something delicious. Nerve-endings 
tingled as electric sparks seemed to shoot into her ass. It was wild, and it 
made her rotate while still spitted on Stan's cock as it remained deep in 
her seething pussy. 

"That's the way," Marvin whispered, straining as he felt his solid wand 
pushing deeper. "Good girl! It's going right in, now. Oh wow! A little more 
and you'll have the whole thing. Yeah!" 

Ilene shuddered, feeling the last of the heavy penis-pole slide into her 
rectum. She shivered, feeling his balls press against the cheeks of her ass, 
just as she felt Stan's weighty balls squeezed between her thighs. She 
wondered if the two scrotums were touching. She hated to admit it to 
herself, but she was enjoying the way Marvin's solid cock bored into her ass 
almost as much as Stan's meat was slamming into her seething cunt. In fact, 
because of Stan's upthrust cock, Marvin's felt all the more delightful. And 
as Marvin slowly withdrew and plunged it in again, she bounced ever so 
slightly, feeling Stan's solid pole also move inside her. 

The two penises were moving in a countering way. As Marvin's hard cock 
stuffed itself into her ass, it seemed to make Ilene rise and let Stan's 
pole withdraw and slide out of her. As Marvin's steaming prick retreated, 
Ilene sat down again, her hungry cunt swallowing Stan's cock all over again. 
Stan seemed very understanding about the whole thing, though when she looked 
straight into his eyes, she saw pain at his not having her all to himself. 

Stan was probably the weakest member of the three. Not that he was some kind 
of sniveling worm or anything like that. Rather he was a gentle person. She 
had come to understand this, realizing what he'd told her was probably the 
truth. Howie Branton had fooled them into going along with him and helping 
out with the robbery. And Branton was doing it for kicks, for lack of 
something better to do. Branton was a real sickie. She hoped she could get 
away from the three men, and once they found her missing, Stan and Marvin 
would leave Branton once and for all. 

She loved the way Stan's succulent cock seemed to slurp its way through her 
cunt. If she'd been back in the big city, at a fashion job, she would have 
kept Stan as her own private gigolo. But somehow she got the impression he 
wasn't the type to allow himself to be kept. Nevertheless, while he was 
making his way, she'd keep him in a decent apartment, and when he finally 
made it on his own, she'd let him keep her. 

Ilene had no illusions about Stan. She knew he wasn't the type of boy with 
whom she could form any solid relationship. He needed more than one woman. 
That was the story of his life. She knew this without his even telling it to 
her. But her relationship with him could have developed into something 
long-range, even though he'd be screwing other girls, as well. But then, 
she'd be screwing other men. 

Stop dreaming, Ilene, she thought to herself. Once you get away from here, 
there'll be no kind of relationship with these boys whatsoever. They'll be 
running like hell, and you'll be the cause of it. 

Had it not been for Howie Branton, Ilene would have stayed with them 
willingly. Marvin was a decent sort whose only hangup was stuffing his cock 
in her ass. And now that she was learning to like it, she no longer thought 
of it as a hangup. But she didn't dare talk to him or to Stan about trying 
to leave. Howie was the one with the gun. She knew he wouldn't hesitate to 
kill anyone who got in the way. 

Her lips were buried in Stan's shoulder now as he bent his head forward and 
pillowed it between the heavy cushions of her swollen tits. She wrapped her 
arms around him and held him closely to her, humping her steaming cunt up 
and down on his gigantic probing phallus. At the same time, she felt the 
wonderful, thrilling, drilling, pounding of Marvin as he continued stuffing 
his cock in and out of her tight, squeezing asshole. She shook and 
shuddered, thrilling to the lascivious sensations, fancying she was loved by 
there two amoral men. 

Their cocks moved delightfully through the two tunnels in her trembling body 
and she seemed to roll with them. Her eyes shut tightly as she thrilled 
rapturously to the feelings the two masculine poles imparted. 

Burning ripples seemed to spread madly through her tight ass channel, as 
sparks continued exploding in her filled cunt. She began moving faster, 
tightening the muscular grip of her vulva and her sphincter so neither penis 
would fall out. 

"Shit!" Stan muttered, sucking on her nipples. "I can feel those nuts of his 
rubbing against mine. Hell! I can even make out the long, tube-like shape of 
his cock in her ass as it moves. Christ! This is wild. This is really wild." 

"Jesus! This is really something," Marvin admitted. "Branton has small 
balls. I couldn't feel a fuckin' thing last night when I had my cock in her 
cunt and he had his in her asshole. Shit! I wonder if he has any feeling at 
all in that tiny cock of his." 

Ilene felt wild tingles in her ass and realized she was about to enjoy 
another anal orgasm. Her asshole squeezed tightly around Marvin's pounding 
pecker, applying so much heavy pressure he was almost unable to move it. 
Even so, she continued bouncing up and down on Stan's powerful penis, 
feeling Marvin's cock deep in her ass, making it shiver with icy wonder. 

"I'm going to come," she whispered to Stan. "I'm going to come in my ass." 

"Come!" he insisted, licking a nipple, feeling the pressure of her two tits 
surrounding his face. "Come hard! Make it a good one. Don't let it ease away 
from you. Come on, honey. Come on. Come!" 

Marvin heard Stan's last word and said, "Come on, baby. If you're gonna 
come, now's the time to do it." 

"But what about you?" she gasped back at Marvin. 

"You got another hole if necessary," Marvin laughed. "Don't worry. I can 
always come in there." 

"The hell you will," Stan growled. "That mouth is my private 
come-container." 

"Shut up!" Ilene screamed at them both. "This stupid bickering has made me 
lose that feeling in my rectum." 

"Well then, supposing we just increase the one in your lovely cunt," Stan 
snapped, and gripping her hips, forced her up and down on his prick at a 
much faster rate. 

Ilene felt her body being jerked up and down wildly, and her tight-gripping 
anus pulled Marvin's grasping cock right along with her. Up and down, up and 
down, and she felt Stan's solid steaming pole rubbing so strongly against 
all the walls of her slick vagina, that she knew her orgasm in her cunt 
would come long before the fading one in her ass. Marvin was a nice guy, but 
he was overanxious, and his bickering with Stan had made her temporarily 
lose that feeling in her ass. 

She bucked her own hips all the faster now, anxious for that distant feeling 
in her flaming snatch to overtake and overwhelm her. She could feel the 
tingle getting larger and larger, growing, growing, filling her pussy with 
that wonderful anxiety. Then it slammed into her with all the power of a 
toppling brick wall. 

"Eyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnn naaaaaggghhhhhh!" she screamed, loudly as 
sweat broke out all over her. 

Sparklers went off by the thousands in her brain as the wonderful feeling 
soared up from her burning cunt, and shot through her shuddering body. She 
shook and spasmed wildly, and only the length of Stan's mighty muscle kept 
him from being uncunted then and there. 

She was gasping for air as fire burned in her lungs. Thrill followed thrill 
as she squirmed madly. She felt like a tiger shark out of water, on the end 
of a long, wonderful gaff, shuddering herself to a wonderful death. 

Slowly the roaring in her brain decelerated and her thoughts started 
becoming coherent as she realized Stan was still solidly plugged into her 
and fucking her body up and down with his hands as if in a hurry to bring on 
his own orgasm. 

"Stan," she whispered. "Can't take it! Feeling is too strong. Please Stan, 
pull out of my cunt." 

Always an easygoing man, Stan slid his cock out of her burning cunt. He 
moved up on the bed a little and surrounded her face with his hairy thighs. 

Ilene didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth and gobbled in the thick penis, 
swallowing and swallowing and swallowing. It pushed to the back of her 
throat immediately, and her gullet was more than glad to open up and pull 
the throbbing glans inside. Her pharynx swallowed and tightened the muscles 
in her throat, locking his corona behind her gullet. Her lips pressed 
tightly around the solid pole, and her tongue licked furiously at the 
weighty underside. Her own hands gripped his hips now and held him tightly 
against her face, feeling them tickle her nose. 

In the meantime, Marvin continued ploughing into her tight rectum. But with 
Stan's cock out of Ilene's cunt, some of the pressure was gone. Damn! Damn! 
Damn! He wanted to feel that pressure. It had really been something. 

Even as his hips continued thrusting his solid wang into the tightness of 
her grasping anus, Marvin spotted the half-empty Coke bottle on the nearby 
night table. Without losing the rhythm, he reached back, and as his hips 
sent his hard, well-rounded penis deep into Ilene's narrow ass-corridor, he 
grabbed the bottle. He continued shoving his hard meat all the way up into 
her tight bunghole, and began drinking the remains of the soda. 

He finished the soda in almost no time, then grasped the bottle firmly, 
reached around in front and yanked Ilene's thighs wide. As her head 
continued hobbling up and down on the thick dingus Stan was ramming into her 
mouth, he began easing the neck of the bottle into her. 

Ilene felt the cold, unyielding, solidity being pushed between her thighs 
and wanted to see what was happening. But Stan's hands were now on top of 
her head, keeping her mouth locked onto his phallus. She felt her face being 
shoved toward Stan's pelvis again. Marvin's thick shaft shoved its way 
tightly into her ass, and something cold, hard, and very thick was being 
wormed into her tight cunt. She could feel pressure starting to build again 
as the cold object pushed deeper and deeper into her tight box. Whatever it 
was, it was pushing her membrane tightly against the throbbing cock rubbing 
back and forth in her ass. She could feel Marvin's stiff cock suddenly 
starting to expand, and she knew he would be coming at any moment. 

At the same time she felt Stan's thick penis swelling in her throat. Her 
gullet, pressing tightly around the rim of his coronal helmet, began 
squeezing and crushing even more, and she could feel the heavy pulsations 
coming from Stan's solid cock. He was going to shoot, and shoot at any 
second. 

"I... can... feel it," Marvin was gasping. "It's... uhhh... coming... oh 
yes... yes... yes... " 

He was slamming his hairy thighs into her tender buttocks with such force, 
she could feel them bounce off her rubbery cushions, thinking, every action 
had a reaction. 

His hard, grinding pole was swollen to its full length, now plunging ever 
deeper into her even tighter ass. She could feel that other orgasmic 
sensation building in her rectum once again, and she could even feel 
something funny happening in her seething cunt as Marvin continued to shove 
the bottle in and out of her. 

"Maaaaaaaaaaaa!" Marvin yelled, and suddenly sent a load of searing jism 
into her squirming colon. It shot so far up she thought she could actually 
feel the sperm lining the walls of her stomach. 

"OH Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh!" Stan countered, and fired his wad down her throat, 
once again robbing her of the delicious taste as it slammed right into her 
belly. 

The white greasy gushers seemed to hit head-on, one coming up from her ass 
while the other shot down from her throat. The result was a dual orgasm on 
her part, but not the kind she'd expected. The one building in her ass hit 
right on schedule, and had her mouth not been so stopped up with cock, she 
would have screamed louder than either of the two males. As it was, all she 
could come out with was an "Ukkkkkkkkkkkkk... " 

Even as he shot his load into her throat, Stan continued pumping his hips 
back and forth, and Ilene's next climax came. Not only was it totally 
unexpected, but the area where she felt it begin was unbelievable. She had 
no idea anyone could feel some kind of orgasm in there. It was in her 
throat, at the base of her tongue, and it shot straight down into her body 
to connect with the one building in her ass. 

Though there was no additional climax building in her cunt, the other two 
made her body tighten so strongly, she began firing jets of lubricant, 
shooting all over her thighs. Luckily her nostrils were unplugged, and she 
could breathe, otherwise she would have suffocated because of the powerful 
way the orgasms hit her. 

Stan's mighty organ slowly wilted, leaving her throat, then falling out of 
her mouth. She lay with her head on his belly, gasping for air and panting 
madly as Marvin's cock shrunk and fell from inside her ass. He lay with his 
head on her back. 

Finally he withdrew the bottle from inside her cunt and held it up. Outside, 
it was all covered with her oils, but inside, they saw nearly an inch of 
sticky liquid. She had shot a load of it into the bottle. 

CHAPTER SIX 

The two men were exhausted, and both crawled off to the bedrooms they used, 
where they fell asleep, Ilene went downstairs and saw Howie Branton snoring 
in the living room with the TV set still on. Good! She decided not to pass 
through the room and disturb Branton in any way. It was time to leave. 

She found the back door, the way she had been brought into the house, and 
she decided it was her best way out. There was a wire running from the 
corner of the door to an alarm bell, but there was a switch near the bell. 
She flipped it and hoped she had turned the alarm off rather than on. Taking 
a deep breath, she pulled open the door. Silence! Good. 

Sneaking out, she closed the door softly behind her. Then she quietly moved 
to the wall. It was dark out now. That, added to the fact that she no longer 
had her glasses, made attempting to see a near impossibility. She had to 
feel her way around the wall, and it took her nearly an hour to find the 
vine. Even then, she wasn't sure. A bright half moon helped, but not much. 
And she felt so vulnerable, not having been able to find any clothing to fit 
her in the master bedroom. She was a well-stacked female, and the woman of 
the house, whoever she was, was skinny and undersized. Ilene had tried on 
various garments, but there hadn't been a thing she could wear. Her own 
clothing had been shredded and thrown out in the garbage. And there had been 
no man's clothing available. Apparently the owner of the house had packed 
all his clothing when he'd gone on vacation. So she was still totally naked, 
but for her shoes. 

Throwing her shoes over the wall, she finally managed to climb with the aid 
of the vine, and reached the top. In the moonlight she could barely make out 
the fact that the ground on the other side of the wall was flat. She eased 
herself down as low as she could before letting go and dropping the rest of 
the way. Landing hurt the soles of her feet, but she didn't twist anything. 
Putting on her shoes, she hurried away from the estate grounds. 

She half-walked, half-ran for more than a mile before coming to a dirt road. 
This she followed for another half mile to a blacktop road, which in turn 
led to asphalt. But she didn't see a single car. 

An hour passed before she finally came to a highway. She could see the 
lights of cars. And there, off to the side of the highway, was a car, 
sitting by itself. The lights were off, and as she got closer, she discerned 
a man inside, napping. 

Approaching the car, she peered in and saw the door buttons were all down. 
She tapped on the front passenger window, and when the man opened his eyes, 
they nearly popped out of his head. He probably thought he was having some 
kind of dream, seeing a naked woman knocking on his car window. 

Reaching across the seat, he opened the window a bit, and Ilene said. 
"Please help me. I'm Ilene Mallory. I was kidnapped early yesterday." 

She noticed the man's eyes roaming up and down her body, and he was licking 
his chops. He was a short man, even shorter than Howie Branton. He had a 
large hooked nose and a satanic-looking mustache. He was wearing glasses, 
and when he spoke it was almost in a whine. 

"Get in," he said, reaching over and unlocking the passenger door of his 
grey Pontiac LeMans. 

Ilene blushed, feeling embarrassed when she slid onto the seat next to him. 
His eyes were all over her body at once. He was visibly licking his chops as 
he started the car up. 

"So you're Ilene Mallory," he whined. "There's been quite a manhunt out for 
you. According to the news, some man walking into the store where you worked 
saw you being herded out by three men. He didn't realize what was happening 
at the time." 

"I can't wait to get some clothes on," she murmured. 

"Hell, you look great the way you are," the short man said. 

"What's your name?" she asked. 

"Al," he told her. "Al Kalbenson. According to the radio reports just 
issued, there's a description of the three men who kidnapped you. All three 
men were clean-shaven, and one, with a roundish face wore glasses. One guy 
was supposed to be a giant, and the last guy had a real mean-looking face." 

"That's pretty accurate, all right," Ilene nodded. 

God! she thought. I was really lucky, getting out of there tonight. If 
Branton had learned his description was all over town, he would have killed 
me than and there. 

"You wanna go to the hospital?" Kalbenson asked. 

"No," she told him, shaking her head. "They didn't abuse me. Oh they used me 
a lot, and they kept me away from any wearable clothes, but otherwise they 
didn't hurt me." 

"That's good," Kalbenson nodded. 

He turned the car off the highway onto a crossroad. 

"What were you doing on the side of the highway?" she asked. 

"Unwinding," he replied, "letting the tension ease out of me." 

"Business problems?" she asked. 

"Not exactly." 

"Where are you taking me?" she asked when he turned off onto a dark 
sidestreet. 

"To my home," he replied. "There might be some clothes there to fit you. I 
figured you might like to be dressed when you face the rest of the world." 

"Your wife's clothes?" Ilene asked. 

"I'm hardly married... anymore," he replied. 

"Oh... your sister's clothes then?" 

"Nope," he answered, driving his car directly into the open garage of the 
lone house on the street. 

They left the car and entered the house through a door leading from the 
garage into the kitchen. Kalbenson led her up the stairs into his bedroom 
where he showed her a closet full of clothes, womens' clothes. 

"When the time comes, I'm sure you'll find something in there to fit you." 

"When the time comes?" she asked. 

"I'm going to fuck you," he told her. "I'm going to fuck you all over. And 
if you behave, you'll have clothes when you leave here. Since the 
authorities already have a description of the three men who kidnapped you, 
I'm not worried about them looking for me." 

"Hey now wait a minute," Ilene said to him. "I've already been through 
enough. I don't need you to add to my troubles." 

"All depends on how you look at it," Kalbenson said, taking out a 
switchblade knife and flicking it open. "Trouble might mean trying to 
staunch the blood if I should happen to cut you." 

Ilene stared at the wavering switchblade and felt helpless and defeated. All 
this had come about simply because she had been a "good little girl" and had 
followed what her parents had taught her about sex. She would never have 
even had the job clerking in the liquor store had she still been married. 
She would be home, safe in bed, nursing on one of her husbands' cocks. 

"All right," she nodded, resigned. "I'll do whatever you want." 

"Good, very good. I hope you mean that. None of the others were ever willing 
to do everything I wanted." 

"Others?" she asked. 

"Oh yes," he nodded. "There have been many others here before you, but they 
all began acting up after awhile instead of doing what I wanted. But you 
won't disappoint me, will you?" 

He was a psychotic, a way-out nut. Ilene wondered just what had happened to 
all the "others." 

"Sure," she nodded, backing toward the bed. "I'll do whatever you say. 
Anything, anything at all." 

"Good," Kalbenson nodded. "Then we won't have any trouble. So let's begin 
right away," he said, and removed all his clothing. 

Ilene had not thought it possible any grown man could have a penis smaller 
than Howard Branton's. But Al Kalbenson had one the size of one of her 
pinkies. It was already hard. Of that there was no doubt. It stood out from 
his groin like a tiny twig sticking out of a pile of black, curling barbed 
wire. 

"What d'you want me to do?" Ilene asked, noting he refused to put the knife 
down even once. He was even sicker than Branton. 

"Open that dressing table drawer over there," he told her, pointing to a 
colonial dressing table to her right. 

Walking over to the dressing table, she opened the drawer and saw it was 
full of earrings. There were all sizes and shapes in there, but they were 
all screw-on earrings, and not the type for pierced ears. 

"Take out the two heavy gold earrings," he insisted. 

Reaching in, she took out two dangling earrings of heavy gold, each 
depending from a solid earscrew. Each was extremely heavy. 

"Put them on," Kalbenson insisted. 

She started to reach up and put the first one on her right ear when she saw 
him shake his head. With his knife he pointed to her right tit. He wanted 
her to screw the earring onto her nipple. 

"But these could hurt me," she murmured. 

"You're gonna do everything I say, right?" he asked, with a crazy gleam in 
his eye. 

Trembling, Ilene began screwing the earring onto her right nipple. Because 
it was so heavy, she had to screw it on tight, she could feel the pressure 
as it squeezed the nipple, forcing blood into it, making it expand against 
the tightness of the screw. 

"Tighter," Kalbenson insisted, staring at her nipple, watching it turn from 
soft brown to bright reddish-brown. 

It hurt. It hurt a lot, and the sadist was making her hurt herself even 
more. 

"Now the other one," Kalbenson ordered. 

Shaking, she screwed the other weighty earring onto her left nipple, feeling 
it swell and enlarge against the pressure of the screw. 

"That's a beginning," Kalbenson nodded. 

Walking over to her, he pressed the blade of his knife lightly against her 
flat tummy, then leaned forward and began sucking on her painful nipples. 

"That tastes good," he nodded, sucking first on her right nipple, then on 
her left one. "That really tastes good." 

His tongue began licking the swollen, reddened nipples, teasing them, making 
them swell even more, so the pressure of the earring screws increased the 
pain. It was all Ilene could do to keep from crying out loud. 

He sucked for nearly ten minutes, and Ilene stood there, shaking as she felt 
the cold steel of the knife warming up against her stomach. 

Finally he stopped sucking, then went to the bed and stacked some pillows on 
it. He called her over, saying, "I'm gonna lay down on the pillows. You try 
running away, and I'll do some surgery on you with this little baby. Got 
it?" 

Ilene nodded. 

Kalbenson lay on the mound of pillows, his ass a good foot higher than the 
mattress. His balls dangled down, though they were so small it was all but 
impossible to tell they were actually dangling. 

"Kneel between my thighs, on the floor. I want you t'suck my cock." 

"Can I take the earrings off, first?" she begged. 

"Hell, no! I wanna be sucked off by a chick with earrings dangling from her 
tits. Hey, cheer up, I gotta lot of other places I'm gonna attach earrings, 
eventually. For now, be happy I'm only attaching 'em to your tits." 

Ilene knelt and lowered her head, taking his pinky-sized phallus into her 
mouth. God! It was so tiny it just about reached three quarters of the way 
into her mouth. It was hot and pulsing, and she knew he would come almost 
instantly. But then he might get angry at her for making him come so fast. 
What the hell: This was the one part of him she found the least obnoxious. 
True he might have practiced better hygiene. His balls stank. 

"Suck everything!" he ordered. "And suck it all good. And don't get the idea 
of hitting me there, or biting anything off. You get smart and I'll cut the 
earrings off your tits, taking your nipples with them." 

Ilene knew he was just crazy enough to do something like that. She wasn't 
the type to bite, anyway. Her lips moved up and down his tiny rod, but she 
kept her tongue from applying pressure for fear he would come too quickly 
and get angry. Her velvet tongue slid off his cock and began licking lower, 
washing his balls, then letting it lap into the crack between his smelly 
asscheeks. Christ! He needed a shower, badly. 

Her tongue slid forward, touching the brown web of his asshole, making him 
jump a little. The moist point of her seeking tongue probed all the way in, 
and she could taste the bitterness inside. Even so, she licked strongly, 
probing, pushing, slithering. Then she let her tongue slide out and returned 
to his almost-hairless balls. Saliva kept welling up in her mouth, and she 
used it to continually coat the testicles, noting the scrotum skin was 
almost smooth, like that of a child. 

Her tongue then licked up from his nuts to the base of his tiny, twitching 
cock, licking it all around before returning her attention to his balls. 

"Thatta girl," he almost squealed. "Suck 'em good!" 

Her mouth gaped widely, and she swallowed in his entire tiny scrotum sac. 
She could feel both balls rolling around in the leathery bag, and she 
sucked, hard. One ball seemed stuffed in her right cheek, while the other 
was in her left cheek. She slobbered her tongue around again and again, 
keeping the skin coated with her mouth oil. 

Finally releasing the spit-soaked balls, she moved her mouth back to the 
little cock. Her lips enclosed it in the tight envelope of her mouth and she 
bobbed her head straight down until her small nose was buried in the steel 
wool of his smelly pubic hairs. Then she let her lips slide straight up 
until only the rubbery head, feeling much the same size as an eraser on the 
back of a pencil, was all that was lodged in her mouth. 

Up her head rose, moving less than three inches each time, then it slid down 
again, until her lips were kissing the base of his twitching phallus. It 
tasted salty and almost grainy. But she continued her head-bobbing, still 
afraid to bring her tongue into play against the back of his cock. "You 
really know how t'suck," Kalbenson muttered, shuddering as her lips rose up 
and down the rail of his penis. 

Hell! She'd had two days of constant practice. She had damn well better know 
how to suck. 

Her lips continued their pressuring of his phallic pencil, squeezing tightly 
around it until, without realizing it, she was massaging the back and 
underside of it with her tongue. 

"Oh Shit!" he yelled. "I'm gonna come, I'm really gonna come. Ooooooh, I can 
feel it. Keep doing it." 

Her tongue flicked up and down rapidly, moving from side to side, as well, 
making his tiny cock vibrate all the faster. 

"Coming... " he shouted, "I'm coming, oh yeah, oh yeah, here comes the hot 
load, all f'you, babyyyyyy... eeeeeeeeee yyyyyyyyaaaaaa 
arrrrrrrrraaaaaaaagggghhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhh!" 

Ilene pulled her shoulders in as she rammed her head down and sucked 
strongly while her titillating fingers teased his balls and squeezed his 
asscheeks. He was gasping uncontrollably as hot spend went shooting into her 
sucking mouth. She sucked and squeezed both, his balls and his asscheeks 
tightly, making him shoot heavier and heavier loads into her mouth. Even his 
spunk tasted bitter. She found herself swallowing it, but without really 
wanting to. 

He still had that knife, and it was plain he would use it anytime she didn't 
give total satisfaction. 

She was an expert cocksucker now, and no cock was too large, nor was any 
cock too small. She sucked so marvelously, Kalbenson almost lost 
consciousness. But almost wasn't good enough. She kept on sucking as his 
tiny phallus wrinkled and shrank to an inch of useless penis. She kept on 
sucking, and any ordinary, sane mortal would have felt his brains melting 
away. But Kalbenson was far beyond sanity. 

Finally he was empty. She lifted her mouth from his cock and said, "Okay, 
I've done what you want, now let me out of here." 

"But I don't want you out of here," Kalbenson snapped. "I want you right 
here." 

"What more do you want?" she asked. 

"A lot more," was his answer. "So far I've only fucked your mouth. You have 
at least two other holes." 

"And just what are you going to fuck me with?" she snapped, impatient and 
half-amused to think he might raise another erection. 

"Don't be a smart bitch," he snapped, waving the knife. "Just for that, 
tighten each screw on the earrings one more turn." 

"What's the matter with you?" Ilene asked. "These things hurt." 

"And they'll hurt a lot more," he told her. "Do as I say, right now." 

Sullenly but frightened, Ilene did as she was ordered. Her nipples really 
hurt, now. They were raw, and the screws were digging into the sensitive 
flesh, all but cutting into the rubbery hardness. The trouble was, it not 
only hurt, but aroused her because it touched an extremely sensitive set of 
erogenous zones. She was shuddering and gasping. 

"Now you lie back on the bed," the man ordered. "Pull your knees back and 
stretch those thighs wide." 

Pulling her knees back, made them press against the earrings, and she felt 
another painful jolt of passion shoot through her breasts. He knelt on the 
floor, where she had been kneeling earlier, and pressed his long nose into 
her pubic hair as his slimy, cold tongue began washing her pussy, licking 
through her split the way a cat's tongue would lick its own fur. He licked 
hard, pressing his cold tongue flat against her shivering clit, making it 
grow with each lap. Her entire labial area felt cold and tingling, and the 
more he licked, the colder it got. 

"Perfect," he muttered. "A little Listerine on the tongue can do wonders to 
a cunt. You should see the way your inner lips shine. Everything has changed 
from light pink to a rich, vibrant red. 

Listerine. No wonder. The mouthwash could make her throat and tongue tingle 
for hours. In her pussy, where she had highly sensitive mucous membranes, it 
seemed to set her on fire while being cold at the same time. It was an icy 
flame. 

His tongue continued licking into her oversensitive snatch, drinking down 
the heavy secretions she poured out. Then it moved lower, licking into her 
asshole much the same way she had licked at his. Only when he made a 
semi-circular scoop of his tongue and pressed it into her asshole, the 
chilling vibrations sent icy shivers up and down her spine. 

His mouth suddenly returned to her clitoris, and he not only licked it, but 
pulled at it with his lips until it was irritated and fully extended. That 
was when he took a small earring from his pocket and clamped it around her 
enlarged man-in-the-boat and screwed it on. He screwed until she screamed, 
because she felt pain there, mingled with a greater arousal than had ever 
been felt in her clitoris before. 

Her body began bucking, and not even the threat of the cold blade of his 
knife could hold her still until she realized he was all set to rip her open 
from asshole to navel. Terrified far beyond anything she'd experienced with 
Howard Branton, she thought she would completely blow her mind. Every ounce 
of willpower was employed to keep her self from going berserk. 

"Keep that lush body lying there," he ordered. "I'm not through with you, 
not by a long shot, and I wouldn't want to mutilate your body... not until 
I'd made full use of it, anyway. You have no idea how happy I am you came 
along tonight, Miss Mallory. I really needed you." 

She lay there, unmoving, frightened beyond belief as he got up, walked over 
and opened the drawer she had taken the large gold earrings from. He pulled 
out two more earrings-at least they looked like earrings, with screw 
attachments, and all. 

Returning to the bed, he kneeled between her thighs and she felt him 
literally sandwiching a labius between the screw and the earring. He screwed 
tightly, pulling her outer love lip back from the opening, pressing it 
closer to the seam where her leg joined her torso. He used the other earring 
on her other cuntlip, screwing it tightly away from the center of her body, 
opening her hole wide. This hurt, but not as much as the one on her aching 
clitoris. Yet through it all, she felt desire welling up inside her body to 
tremendous proportions. She was leaking more lubrication, but there were no 
lip flaps to hold the flow back. The clear liquid just oozed out of her 
throbbing cunt and seeped onto the cheeks of her ass, dripping onto the bed. 

"My God!" she breathed. "What are you doing to me?" 

"I'm going to fuck you," he snapped. With what? she wondered. His miniscule 
penis hadn't begun to grow again. But he was well-prepared for everything in 
advance. He went to the dressing table, opened another drawer, and took out 
a large dildo. She had heard of such things, but she had never seen one. It 
was tremendous. It was all rubber, and longer and thicker than Stan Gross's 
real cock. It was almost stallion-sized. It was hollow, allowing Kalbenson 
to slide his own cock into it so he could strap it between his thighs. 

Her cunt would never take such a monstrosity. Even with her labia pinned 
back and her hole wide open, there was no way on earth she would be able to 
handle such a horse-cock. 

"Please," she begged him. "Don't do it with that. Please! You'll tear me 
apart." 

He stood there for a moment staring at her, then said, "It'll fit, all 
right. Believe me, I've fit it into a lot of others. Eventually, it fits 
every time. But I want you to enjoy this, as well. I want you to have a good 
climax. And as fat as this thing is, it'll never rub against your clitoris. 
No, this isn't the right dildo. I have a special dildo for you. I had it 
made specially, but I've never used it. And you've been very obedient. You 
deserve the new one." 

My God! she thought. What maniacal idea does he have, now? 

Still wearing the artificial cock over his own, Kalbenson returned to the 
drawer and took out another dildo. This one had little rubber spikes 
sticking up around the corona, and although it was shorter than the one he 
was wearing, it was no less thick. At the end of it was a special kind of 
pouch which he fitted against his chin, strapping it into place. 

Kneeling between her thighs, he whispered, "Just lie still. You'll love 
this." 

She jumped when she felt the rubbery head touch her opened hole, then 
trembled when his knife touched her thigh, letting her know he would use it 
if she didn't lie still. Her lubricant came flooding out, covering the 
rubber head, spikes and all. Then he leaned his chin forward a little. She 
gasped as she felt the thick bulb of artificial glans poke into her 
wide-gaping tunnel. He shoved hard, pushing it, making it fit into her 
squeezing tightness. She relaxed her body as best she could, hoping it would 
fit without too much pain. 

Almost immediately she felt her cuntwalls beginning to stretch. It hurt a 
little, but not too much, and the arousal she was feeling more than 
compensated for the hurt. But then she felt the rubbery spikes begin to push 
into her. Their yielding points scraped through her seething tunnel, making 
her bounce all the more wildly. It was maddening. Flashes of shuddering pain 
mixed with blisters of total delight as she felt the spike-ringed dildo push 
deeper and deeper, and she began wiggling her body. 

"I know you'd like it," he all but cackled, and she could feel his hot 
breath between her parted cuntlips as he kept moving his chin forward until 
he'd sunk the full length of the dildo into her. It tickled and stung, both 
at the same time. Ilene found it the most maddening sensation she'd ever 
known, and it was capped by the pressure of his lips surrounding her pulsing 
clit as it extended between the screwed-on earring, blood-filled with 
aching. She screamed "Eeeeeeyaaaagghhh... " as his lips closed over the 
throbbing clit while his tongue flattened against it and licked. Even as he 
licked, his chin was working back and forth, moving the studded dildo in and 
out of her tortured tunnel. Her ass bounced wildly, and her cunt tried 
tightening around the dildo. The tunnel walls succeeded somewhat, but 
without the added pressure of the vulva it wasn't quite the same. And these 
were still held back by the earrings he had screwed onto them. 

The Listerine on his tongue tormented her vibrating clit, and Ilene found 
herself gasping and screaming as she bounced up and down again and again. 
She felt her aching pussy seemed to be wide open. Flames were building 
inside. Liquid coated it thickly, dripping out and being picked up by the 
pressure of the dildo so it could be forced back in. The swollen, bulging 
lips sticking out from around the screws were being rubbed by the heaviness 
of the dildo. Ilene felt she was shattering, internally. A series of small, 
multiple orgasms were already shooting through her aching pussy, and the way 
his lips and tongue were working on her clitoris served to enhance the 
stimulation within. Globs of love wine seeped out from around the dildo and 
trickled down her thighs and asscheeks. 

She felt his tongue lapping madly at her chillingly sensitive clitoris, 
abetted by the pressure of his pulling lips. It made her writhe and tighten 
her thighs around his head, feeling the shagginess of his black hair. 

Even with his lips and tongue pressed tightly around her shivering clit, 
Ilene could feel Kalbenson working his chin back and forth, rubbing the 
studded dildo in and out with greater speed and stronger friction. His 
fingers were digging tightly into the softness of her firm asscheeks. She 
squealed and gurgled as he continued his oral attack on the clitoral spike 
while his chin forced the rubbery dildo to move faster and faster. Her cunt 
flowed all the more heavily with sloshing oil, making the dildo's passage 
slightly easier, although the tightness of her pressing cuntwalls provided a 
certain amount of resistance at all times. 

Ilene's hands reached down and unwittingly gripped his hair, tightly. She 
forced his face against her box all the more firmly, feeling the spiked 
dildo dig more deeply into her. The thickness was all but excruciating as it 
moved in and out, in and out. 

The bud of her clitoris, stimulated by the Listerine on his tongue and the 
pressure of the earring surrounding it swelled and enlarged all the more. 
She was terrified that the earring would cut into her flesh, perhaps 
actually slicing it off. 

His swirling tongue, frictioning it more and more, caused the big orgasm to 
start welling up inside her. She knew it would hit at any moment, and hoped 
her body movements wouldn't cause any damage to be done to her, the way he 
had all her sensitive areas pinched together. 

And then it hit. An overpowering tornado took total possession of her body, 
catching it up and whirling her through maddening space. The sensation 
powered through her clitoris and her vagina at the same time, making her 
feel as if the entire world had suddenly exploded inside her. 

Weak, limp, feeling like a dishrag, Ilene fell back on the bed as she felt 
Kalbenson withdraw the studded dildo. She also felt him unscrewing the 
earrings, first the labial ones, then the clitoral one, and finally the ones 
around her nipples. 

"You're good," he told her. "You're very good. We don't want you to lose any 
part of your body to gangrene, do we. So we'll let the blood circulate for 
awhile. But I have more ideas in mind. Wait and see. You'll just love them." 

Putting away the dildos, he took a set of handcuffs and locked one cuff to 
her ankle, the other cuff to the bedpost. Then he left, and Ilene lay there, 
feeling totally beyond help and hope. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

What kind of a whacko had she gotten herself mixed up with this time? she 
wondered. 

As she lay there and the various orgasms passed out of her system, she was 
able to think more rationally, and she knew her life was once again in 
danger. After what he'd done to her, Al Kalbenson had no intention of 
letting her go. He could kill her and dump her body anywhere, and the police 
would be searching for the three men who had kidnapped her from the liquor 
store. Somehow, in some way, she had to get away from this nut. And it had 
to be soon. 

The room she was in was a nicely furnished one, though it was obvious 
Kalbenson was letting it go to seed. Nothing had been cleaned or dusted for 
a long while. 

On the night table to her left she found a stack of old newspapers and was 
able to reach out and grab the top one. It was dated only three days ago, 
and the headline read, SEX MANIAC STRIKES AGAIN! 

The story below went on to tell how a girl's body had been found in a vacant 
lot. 

Ilene remembered having read about the sex killer, though no one had ever 
had any idea who he was. 

All twelve girls had been found with black and blue bruises all over their 
bodies. These were tiny bruises, and Ilene now realized they had been made 
by earring screws. Al Kalbenson was the killer. She realized now, that as 
soon as he got bored with her, he would kill her as well. 

"I see you've been reading about me," Kalbenson said, walking into the room. 
He had been downstairs in the kitchen, preparing food. 

"Did you really do all these horrible things?" Ilene asked. 

"Of course," he nodded, handing her a tray with a plate of cold chicken on 
it. 

"But why?" 

"I'm not really sure," he replied. "Right now, the idea is very repulsive to 
me. But every once in awhile the urge for sex overpoweringly hits me. I'm a 
tiny guy with a tiny cock. It'll never really get any bigger. And I know 
everyone who looks at it laughs at it. But I need sexual fulfillment just 
like anybody else." 

"But why kill?" 

"So no girl can leave here, laughing at how small my member is." 

"You said you once had a wife." 

"My wife? Oh yes. She was all set to run away with a friend of mine because 
he had a bigger penis." 

"Was? Did you kill her, too?" 

"Me kill Fran? Never. To kill her would be to end things too quickly for 
her. Fran has to suffer and suffer and go on suffering all the rest of her 
life." 

"What did you do with her, then?" 

"She's here, right in this house. I keep her in another room down in the 
basement. Occasionally I use her when I'm in the mood to be loved by two 
women at once. You'll probably meet her tomorrow, sometime." 

"At least it's good to know I'll be alive until then." 

"It's much, much too soon to kill you," he pointed out. "To begin with, I 
have to be in one of my moods. I wouldn't even think of killing, otherwise. 
My moods come a few weeks apart. And I'd already killed last night, just 
before meeting you. That was why you saw me parked on the side of the 
highway. The bitchy girl had been terrified of me. She wouldn't even let me 
fuck her once. God knows! If she'd let me fuck her and bring her home I 
might not have killed her until the next mood hit me. Sex is a means of 
controlling moods. But she was a real screamer. I had to shut her up. So I 
killed her, stripped her naked, and just left her body where someone'll find 
it sooner or later." 

"That's horrible." 

"You just keep on like you're doing, fucking, sucking, and keeping me happy. 
The longer I stay happy, the longer it takes for one of those moods to hit 
me. Who knows? If a mood does hit me and you're as good as you were before, 
you might be able to snap me out of the mood before I kill you." 

"There's no way I can convince you to let me go?" 

"Now come on. If you were in my place and I in yours, would you let me go?" 

"That's hardly a fair question," she replied. 

"No, I suppose it isn't. The only way you'll ever walk out of here is, if 
you fuck me to the point that I die of a heart attack before I can kill you. 
And to be honest, I don't think there's too much chance of that happening. 
Tomorrow, after breakfast, I'll take you down into the basement to meet my 
wife. You'll be the first live woman she's seen in a little while, now. 
Usually I don't let her see my girls until they're dead." 

"Why do you kill the women in front of her?" Ilene wanted to know. 

"So she can see what will one day happen to her when I'm ready." 

"Will you kill me tomorrow, then?" 

"No. I just told you. I only kill when one of my moods hits me, and that's 
always at night. No, you're the first woman I'll be keeping alive for 
awhile, that's how good you are. I killed off all the others immediately 
after using them and finding out which of their orifices I liked best. You, 
Miss Mallory are someone special. I've never felt a mouth as good as yours, 
or tasted a cunt as delicious as yours. Tomorrow I will fuck you along with 
my wife. And the better you fuck, the less punishment I will inflict on 
Fran. I don't need to be in any kind of mood to hurt her. Sleep well, Miss 
Mallory. I'll see you in the morning. 

He turned off the light as he left, and Ilene shivered as she lay down and 
pulled the cover over her. She needed a miracle. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

The following morning, Al Kalbenson came for her, unlocking the cuff from 
her ankle. He let her spend time in the bathroom, after which he led her 
down to the kitchen. He was fully dressed in a blue shirt and blue slacks. 
The scrambled eggs and toast he made was poor, but adequate. Somehow, Ilene 
didn't really feel like eating, anyway. 

"Now let's go and visit Fran," he said, smiling. 

He said it as casually as if he'd meant, let's go for a walk, or let's visit 
the neighbors. Behind his thick glasses his eyes seemed normal, though Ilene 
couldn't really see too well without her own glasses. 

He led her to the cellar door, opened it, turned on the light, and let her 
precede him down the stairs. Ilene saw it was a finished basement with a 
tile floor and paneled walls. There were two doors behind the stairs. 

"You don't want to see what I have behind the left door," he told her. 

"The 'trophies?' " Ilene asked. 

"The 'trophies'," he nodded. 

She shuddered, knowing sooner or later he would add a part of her body to 
his trophies, unless she found some way of escaping. 

"By the way," he said to her. "Seems they caught the guys who had kidnapped 
you. The FBI saw the tall guy and the moonfaced one wandering around town 
yesterday and followed them. If you'd have stayed put, you'd have been 
rescued." 

"Story of my life," she snapped. 

"That place wasn't too far away from here, at all. As a matter-of-fact, it's 
only about two miles away, with a whole bunch of other estates. This house 
is the beginning of the middle class part of town. But this section all 
belongs to me, and I haven't let them build any homes around mine... at 
least not until the price of the land goes up." 

"Uh huh," Ilene nodded, not the least bit interested. 

"The tall guy got away," he told her, and noticed the elation in her eyes. 
"Really?" she asked. 

"Yeah. They shot one of the guys. He had a gun and started shooting at them, 
so they shot back and killed him. That moonfaced guy gave himself up, but 
the tall guy seemed to disappear. No one knows where he is." 

"It doesn't really much matter any more," she shrugged. 

"No, it doesn't," he smiled, and opened the door on the right for her. 

When she walked into the room she found it completely dark at first. But 
Kalbenson turned on the light. The entire room was indirectly lit with 
fluorescent lamps. 

In the center of the room was a huge bed. Tied to the head of the bed was 
Fran, Kalbenson's wife, with her arms roped to the bedposts and her back 
propped up by pillows. She had a string tied around her mouth, holding a gag 
inside. 

Ilene could see Fran was a petite, dainty girl. She had clear complexion, 
and though her body was bruised, she noticed Kalbenson kept his wife clean. 
Her short, dark brown hair was hanging in a straggly way. And when she saw 
Ilene, there was a look of pity and terror in her eyes, as if expecting her 
husband to kill Ilene than and there. 

"No," Kalbenson laughed. "I'm not gonna kill this one, at least not for 
awhile. I figured the two of you oughtta get to know one another. You both 
have one thing in common: me. And today we're really gonna have a ball." 

Kalbenson went over to the bed and untied the rope around his wife's mouth. 
He then pulled out the gag which looked like a huge, dark dildo. Ilene heard 
Fran coughing and choking, sucking in air. 

"That's a cute way to gag someone," Ilene remarked. "A dildo, right?" 

"Wrong. Absolutely wrong. This is the last remaining particle of my friend, 
Mike Schleffer, who tried to run off with my wife. The rest of him is buried 
in the weeds outside. But I cut this part of him off, then stuffed it and 
pickled it. I use it to keep Fran's mouth shut. Y'see, when I caught them 
together, she was blowing him. I figured if she was that hot for his cock, 
she should go around with it in her mouth whenever she wasn't doing things 
for me. Know what I mean?" 

"Al," Fran groaned. "Please, stop this. Kill me and get it over with. 
Please, please, let me die and stop torturing me this way." 

"Time for more torture, my dear," he laughed. "Miss Mallory, will you do the 
honors?" 

He handed her a single earring. 

"Where am I supposed to put this?" Ilene asked. 

She noticed the earring seemed constructed differently from the others she'd 
seen. This one was round, all right. Its inner circumference was a good 
three inches. 

"You will jam the earring into my wife's rectum, between her cheeks, with 
the inside directly over the asshole, in essence leaving it unobstructed. 
Once you have it in place, just turn the screw and the ring will widen and 
remain lodged between her asscheeks once her asshole is stretched open wide 
enough. Fran knows better than to fight you." 

He waved the closed switchblade around, but both women knew he wouldn't 
hesitate to open it. Ilene untied Fran's arms from the bedpost, and the 
smaller woman turned over and lay flat on her belly. She parted her thighs 
wide, and Ilene inserted the large ring tightly between her asscheeks, 
making sure the center was directly over her asshole. 

"Now turn the screw," Kalbenson instructed. "We want to make sure that ring 
stays in place." 

Ilene began turning the screw and the ring widened, pressing into Fran's 
fleshy asscheeks, pushing them wider apart and leaving the pucker of her 
asshole completely revealed. When she would have stopped turning because of 
the pained expression on Fran's face, Kalbenson ordered her to continue. 

"It hurts," Fran cried. "Al, stop it, stop it." 

"One more turn," Kalbenson insisted. The space inside the ring was nearly 
four inches in circumference. The ring seemed to dig into Fran's asscheeks 
as it pushed them apart. 

"Now play with one another," Kalbenson insisted. "I want to watch the two of 
you do all kinds of things to each other. And don't make believe you're 
doing things while doing nothing. I'll spot it right away and make you both 
sorry." 

In spite of the way her ass pained her, Fran rolled over on her back. She 
had firm, round, solid boobs, and Ilene noticed that in spite of the black 
and blue marks, Fran's tits were still shapely. Where her own nipples were 
surrounded with tan aureolae, Fran had pink nipples with small, light pink 
roseates. 

Ilene reached out and placed a hand on Fran's right breast, feeling the 
other woman's nipple swell and enlarge. It was another new experience for 
her, but she had long ago given up condemning any kind of sexual practice 
with which she was not familiar. Lesbianism was something new to her. Even 
then, it wasn't true lesbianism. A true lesbian only liked women. She, 
Ilene, was only performing to keep Fran and herself alive, even if only for 
a little while longer. True, the moment her hand caressed the other woman's 
tit she began feeling all kinds of sexual jitters, but even so, it didn't 
detract from the fact that she enjoyed men. There seemed to be nothing wrong 
with what she was doing. She could feel Fran's boob swell in her palm as the 
nipple enlarged and dug into her hand. It seemed to be as natural as 
anything she'd ever done with a man. 

She sat on the bed beside Fran who was now sitting up, and felt Fran press 
against her body. Her tits were being mashed into the breasts of the other 
woman. Then Fran was falling back on the bed, pulling her on top, and she 
felt her belly rub against that of the other woman as Kalbenson said, "Yes, 
that's it, that's it. Just keep playing like that." 

Her face was directly over Fran's, and she felt Fran's hand press into the 
back of her head and bring both of their lips together. Their lips opened at 
the same time, and their tongues became a pair of slithering snakes, moving 
between their mouths. 

Ilene had a rapport with Fran, if only because both were being tortured and 
taunted by the same person. And from the way Fran was responding, Ilene knew 
it was more than simple pressure from Kalbenson. Fran was a bi-sexual. 

Fran was rubbing her buttock now, and Ilene, holding Fran tightly to her, 
sucked her tongue again and again. The covers of the bed felt cool against 
their heated flesh. Each had her arms tightly wrapped around the other with 
their mouths stapled tightly together. They kissed again and again, letting 
their tongues leap from one mouth to the other and back. 

Ilene realized Fran was playing an oral game with her. In spite of the 
painful way the ring forced her two asscheeks apart, Fran was genuinely 
enjoying the delightful tingle of Ilene's lashing tongue. 

Their bodies held so tightly to one another, each could feel the pressure of 
the other's nipples rubbing against her titflesh. At the same time each felt 
her own nipples pressing into the heated softness of the other's body. 

"Good!" Kalbenson ranted. "Good, good, good! That's the way to go at it. 
Miss Mallory, I knew you'd be a true asset. I just knew it. Keep it up, the 
both of you." 

The two women on the bed were writhing, one against the other, with Fran 
blowing into Ilene's ear while Ilene was kissing Fran's throat. Ilene found 
her lips kissing the other woman's battered, soft flesh very tenderly, but 
moving lower. After awhile she found her mouth on a level with the other 
woman's left nipple. Her tongue licked the roseate, circling the nipple 
again and again before lightly touching the nipple with her tongue. She felt 
Fran shudder and licked the nipple again. Then she sucked the nipple into 
her mouth, compressing her lips tightly around it, sucking, and even letting 
her teeth lightly nip at it. The result was to feel Fran leap under her and 
churn on the bed. Fran was now pressing on the back of Ilene's head, and 
Ilene could sense the shudders traveling through the other woman's heated 
body. And from the way she was sucking on Fran's nipple, Ilene knew she was 
also strongly in heat. 

"Sixty nine," Kalbenson yelled at them. "I wanna see the two of you in a 
sixty nine, each licking out the other one's pussy. Come on, hurry it up." 

Ilene's mouth opened and let go of Fran's nipple. She rotated her body so 
her dripping cunt was hovering directly over Fran's eager young face, while 
she was able to stare down into the other woman's honeypot. Her hands were 
resting on Fran's thighs, pulling them apart, staring through a dark brown 
thatch into what looked like a split nectarine. Inside, the cuntlips were 
almost a brilliant red, the result of constant pressure from Kalbenson's 
earrings. Heavy flows of passion water were dripping out of her. 

Without waiting for another order from Kalbenson, Ilene sank her face deep 
into the mired center of hot womanly delight and began licking with her 
tongue. She tasted the flaming hollow inside, then licked out and lapped at 
the lips and the swollen clit. She felt her tongue on the other woman's 
tasty clit was like a livewire. She then knew how easily a man could enjoy 
eating pussy. The cunt she was now tasting was absolutely delicious. 

Fran encircled Ilene's ass and pulled her hips straight down so that Ilene's 
hovering fountain came into contact with her own anxious lips. Ilene felt 
herself shooting heavy blasts of burning grease into the other woman's 
mouth. 

Both women began licking strongly, each plunging her tongue far into the 
other woman's quaking furnace. Ilene could feel her tongue soaking in the 
hot pool of the other woman's flaming cunt. Like two people who had been 
without water for days their mouths drank longingly at each other's oasis. 

Fran's lips seemed to locate Ilene's pearly clit, and she sucked it as far 
into her mouth as possible. Ilene, remembered how her clitoris had felt the 
previous night, when Kalbenson had pressured it with an earring then licked 
it with a Listerine-covered tongue and felt electric quivers shoot through 
her body. In return, she sucked on Fran's hot little button, licking like 
mad, making the other woman twitch crazily. They began rolling together, 
moving from one side of the bed to the other, and back again. 

As if each had sucked the other for a long time, they became aware of each 
other's inner feelings. They seemed to know their orgasms were very near, 
swelling hotly up from inside themselves. The taste of another cunt in her 
mouth seemed to make each woman's feelings that much more intense. Their 
asses quivered and Ilene's ass cheeks tightened around her asshole as she 
prepared to come. 

"Stop!" Kalbenson called out. "Nobody comes before I do." 

Ilene sat up, her ass rubbing back and forth against Fran's head, with 
Fran's slick juices covering her face. She stared at Kalbenson wanting to 
kill him. It was bad enough he had her a prisoner. It was even worse that he 
would eventually kill her when he got tired of her. But that he should 
sadistically stop her just on the brink of a climax was showing how utterly 
mercilessly he really was. 

Stepping behind Ilene, he shoved her forward, letting her fall on her elbows 
with her face almost pushed into Fran's cunt again. Before she could wonder 
what he was up to, she felt him pressing a ring between her asscheeks, just 
as he had forced her to press one between his wife's, earlier. He was 
tightening the screw, widening her asscheeks, making it virtually impossible 
for her to close them. Christ! It hurt and hurt badly. The ring was 
spreading her asshole wide open. 

Kalbenson proceeded to push Ilene forward until her ass hovered over Fran's 
cunt. Then he ordered Fran to slowly squirm over onto her belly without 
dislodging Ilene. When this was done, Ilene's ass was on top of Fran's. 

Once more Kalbenson pushed Ilene forward onto her elbows. Then he reached 
under the bed and pulled out a box. Inside the box was a plastic cylinder. 
This he opened and pulled out a two headed dildo. It was hard rubber and 
twelve inches long. Ilene saw it was not quite as thick as the dildo he'd 
used in her cunt the previous night, but it had little bumps all over it. 

"Stay that way," he said, pressing the dildo against her pussy. "I'm doing 
you a favor, getting this half of it all oiled up with your cunt grease. 
Fran doesn't get favors like this." 

He moved it in and out of her sopping twat, and because Fran's tongue had 
worked so well in her cunt, Ilene felt the dildo slide in without too much 
difficulty. She could instantly feel the bumps and it made her wriggle 
crazily. But Kalbenson didn't keep the dildo in her anxious twat for any 
length of time. Once he was satisfied it was completely oiled, he pulled it 
out of her cunt, and with his elbow in the small of her back to keep her 
bent over, he began slowly, very slowly rotating the cylindrical dildo into 
her ass. She shuddered, then remembered how her anal passageway had widened 
to take Marvin's penis. True, the dildo was more like the thickness of Stan 
Gross's cock, but Ilene steeled herself. 

She felt the head being forced in little by little, and pushed as if she 
were eliminating in order to ease the pressure of her anal sphincter. The 
head slipped in past the rubbery muscle, and Ilene jumped a little, but 
Kalbenson's elbow in her back kept her in place. He pushed a little harder, 
and she felt the bump-covered shaft slide into her asshole as the knobby 
head pushed farther up into her tight rectum. 

"Good," Kalbenson nodded. "We have the pole about four inches into your 
tight ass. Now suppose we shove it just a wee bit more... ahhhh... "he 
sighed, as he pushed another inch into her ass. 

"Good! Now suppose you sit up very slowly, so we can fit the other end of 
this dildo into Fran's tight, dry little asshole. You'll notice how the ass 
ring I've used on each of you keeps the sphincter apart so you can't resist 
when I shove it in." 

"Al," Fran yelled. "No, no, not dry. Don't do it this way. Spit on it first, 
please. Do something to get it wet." 

"I'd love to coat it with sulphuric acid," Kalbenson told her, sneering. 
"You'll take this into your dry ass or I'll beat your ass until it's nothing 
but a pillow of bloody pulp." 

Ilene shuddered. He was starting to sound more than a little crazy all over 
again. 

She was sitting up now, and even up on her knees as high as she could go as 
Kalbenson pressed the other head of the dildo into Fran's tiny asshole. He 
had it guided inside the ass ring so it wouldn't slip out. 

"Now you sit down hard and fast," he said to Ilene. 

"I can't do that," Ilene snapped. "I'll hurt her." 

"Do it," Fran begged. "Sooner or later he'll make you do it anyway. Do it 
now, and save the both of us a lot of extra pain." 

"See how my wife is getting to know me," Kalbenson laughed. "Listen to her, 
Miss Mallory. Do just as she says." 

Taking a deep breath, Ilene began pushing down slowly, feeling the solid 
resistance from Fran's dry asshole. She could hear the smaller woman 
whimpering and crying, and didn't want to ram the dildo down any farther. 
Suddenly Kalbenson put his hands on her shoulders and pushed, and she felt 
the dildo sink the rest of the way into Fran's ass, with a last inch 
punching its way up into her own rectum. 

"Good! Good!" Kalbenson cackled. "Now you lean back as far as you can," he 
told Ilene, "putting your weight on your arms." 

Reaching behind her, with her palms flat on the bed on either side of Fran's 
body, Ilene leaned back and rested her weight on her hands, exposing both 
her own cunt, and that of Fran, as well. 

"Stay in that position and no one'll be cut," Kalbenson told them, and 
stripped off his own clothes. He kneeled on the floor in front of the bed, 
staring directly into the two cunts, placing the knife on the floor near his 
knees. Then he reached forward and around, and grabbed handsfuls of both 
women's asses at once as he plunged his face forward and began letting his 
tongue touch Fran's clit, then lick straight up her leaking split, across 
her asscrack, to Ilene's asscrack, up her perineum, through the slimy furrow 
of Ilene's hot, leaking cunt, to her clitoris where he rubbed his tongue 
strongly for a good five seconds, then he reversed the movement of his 
tongue. 

Ilene was unable to control herself, and she began bouncing up and down on 
the dildo. Her asshole sucked the dildo part of the way up out of Fran's 
ass, but when she sat down again, she pushed it in again. The bumps on the 
dildo were driving her crazy, and she moved her ass faster, feeling 
Kalbenson's tongue slurping through her hot cunt all the faster. 

To Ilene, it was insanely delightful, and she knew by now even Fran was 
starting to enjoy it. She could hear the smaller woman's grunts under her, 
and they weren't grunts of pain. Kalbenson's crazy tongue was reaming up and 
down, licking through their combined splits, moving so quickly, he was 
touching each clitoris in the same second. Her body shivered and shook and 
she was bouncing herself all the higher now, letting the dildo almost slide 
out of her before she came crashing down on it, ramming it all the way into 
Fran's ass again and again. 

Kalbenson's hands continued squeezing their asscheeks, kneading them, almost 
squashing them as his tongue continued probing through her pussy and that of 
his wife, as well. Tingling thrills of wondrous delight continued flickering 
inside her anxious body. She could feel another climax starting to build, 
and she was all set to enjoy this one. From the tightening of Fran's 
asscheeks, she could tell the other woman was about to come, as well. 

Once more Kalbenson stopped just as the two women were about to come. 
Bringing them to the precipice and drawing back seemed to be how he was 
getting his kicks. It was driving Ilene to the edge of her sanity. Soon, 
knife or no knife, she would kill the little man. 

"I come first," he repeated. "Remember, I gotta shoot first. Then I'll let 
the pair of you get your tits off." 

Reaching down into the same box, he pulled out another dildo. Only this one 
was U-shaped. It, too, had two heads. And it fitted neatly into the creaming 
holes of the two women. Kalbenson socked it right into their gluey vaginas 
and left it there. 

"Sit up!" he snapped at Ilene, and as she sat forward she felt the U-shaped 
dildo push even deeper into Fran's hot pussy. The pressure of the two, dual 
headed dildos drove the two women crazy, and they began bouncing madly, 
moving toward and away from one another. The heavy artificial dick in their 
asses pressed tightly against the inner membrane, shoving their cunts 
together and making them shudder. They rubbed and bounced and squirmed and 
knew it would only be a short matter of time before the orgasm for which 
they had been waiting for so long would eventually overtake them. 

Kalbenson was now standing on the bed, his feet straddling his wife's prone 
body while his tiny cock pointed itself toward Ilene. He felt her slide her 
tits against his balls, and for a moment Ilene hoped she had him in a 
vulnerable position. All she had to do was squeeze her tits together and 
crush his balls. If she kept them squeezed together tightly enough, he'd 
faint after awhile. 

But the knife was in his hand again, and though the blade wasn't open, she 
knew he could flick it open and plunge it into her throat before she could 
crush his nuts. So she merely took his cock between her swollen breasts and 
began rubbing it in there as she bounced and squirmed on the two dildos. 

Kalbenson apparently wasn't satisfied with a mere French lay, and so grabbed 
her hair and forced her mouth onto his skinny little pego. Her mouth tightly 
surrounded the tiny head forming a pink ribbon of lips, tugging and 
squeezing as her tongue began rubbing strongly against his mite-sized prong. 

She sucked as much of his skinny cock into her mouth as she could, once 
again feeling her nose pressed into his smelly pubic hairs. She wondered if 
he ever washed or bathed. When she tried to pull back, she felt the pressure 
of his hand, telling her he didn't want her to, just yet. Instead, she let 
the steel wool of his pubis scrub her lips, making them raw with friction. 
Hell! His cock was so tiny she felt she could probably take his balls in 
right along with his cock. Opening her mouth a little wider, she felt her 
lower lip cup his testicles and suddenly they were being swallowed into her 
mouth, as well. Her hands clutched the flat, almost shapeless cheeks of his 
boy-like ass, and a finger was pressing against his asshole. And as her 
finger pressed into the anal orifice, impaling him much the way she and Fran 
were nailed by the two-headed dildo, she let her tongue wiggle its way 
around his balls and his shivering little cock. It was so small and thin it 
made her think of an ice pick. 

Kalbenson had a full load of cream ready to shoot down her throat. She 
wanted it if only so she could enjoy her own climax in peace. Hell! she'd 
swallow the whole load if it'd make him happy, just so she could finally 
attain her own satisfaction. It was bad enough, knowing he intended to 
eventually kill her. But that he might kill her in this frustrated state was 
something infinitely more horrible. 

She could feel the tightening of Kalbenson's asscheeks. He was almost there. 
Good! Come! she thought. Come! Shoot that cockful of white juice down my 
throat. All of it, all of it! 

Ilene's mouth was sucking like a Hoover vacuum cleaner, pulling so strongly 
on the tiny cock, there was pain etched in Kalbenson's face. He had to shoot 
soon or simply explode. Ilene hoped it would be the latter, but she knew it 
was going to be the former. 

Her mouth sucked hard, earnestly doing its best to make him forget anything 
and everything else but the need to come. She felt his fingers tighten in 
her hair as he began pulling back, letting his balls fall out of her mouth, 
and then slamming forward, letting the full length of his thermometer-sized 
penis return against her palate as his balls once more forced their way in. 
He was concentrating on the marvelous way she continued sucking as his prick 
slid back and forth between the cushions of her soft lips. Sputum was 
dribbling from the corners of her mouth, trickling over his testicles and 
down the insides of his thighs. She had him rooted there, standing on the 
springy bed, unable to move. 

Her head began a vicious, hard thrusting, moving back and forth as her mouth 
continued sucking on his penis. She could feel the insane pulsations through 
the skin on the underside of his penis. He was going to come and come hard. 

And then, at the last second, while she was still bouncing up and down, 
feeling the two dildos working in her cunt and ass, she felt Kalbenson pull 
his slimy cock out of her mouth, tug her body slightly aside, and shoot his 
spray of come all over his wife's back. His twitching pecker sprayed the 
heavy load against her spine, into her hair, and on the back of her neck. 
Some of it even leaked down and fell on Ilene's shoulder and dribbled down 
her back. 

Ilene began riding harder and harder, feeling the thick dildo in her ass 
with its bumpy surface literally scrape her anal walls. She knew it was 
having the same effect on Fran, but she was too far gone to stop herself. If 
Kalbenson had ordered her to stop on pain of having her throat cut, she 
would have risked her throat being sliced. The orgasms in her body were all 
built up, on the very edge, simply waiting to be pushed. She was gasping, 
and she could hear Fran gasping, as well. 

The U-shaped dildo in her quivering quim was driving her wild as it reamed 
in and out of her hot tunnel. She knew it was moving in and out of Fran's 
twitching cunt at the same time. The two of them were moving rapidly now and 
nothing was going to stop them. 

Ilene clutched Kalbenson's legs, straightening them out, keeping him from 
toppling as she pressed her body against his, letting her tits now rub 
against his dribbling pecker. She could feel some of the hot, sticky goo 
seeping between her knobs, and it made her hotter and all the more in need 
of her orgasm. 

Kalbenson pressed the big toe of his left foot against her twitching clit, 
and suddenly the three orgasms were there, in tandem. She shuddered and came 
madly in her asshole as the dildo continued probing her rear tunnel. The 
climax in her vagina came a fraction of a second later, piledriving into her 
with maddening force and overpowering her so that when her clitoral orgasm 
hit her, she was all but toppled over. 

The loud piercing, "Ayyyyyyyyaaaaaaggg ggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" of Fran 
drowned out her own screaming, "Ooooooooooo mmmmmmmmmmmmmpphhhhhhhh!" 

Her entire body, from top to toe trembled and shuddered and shook in 
maddening spasms. She shook again and again, quaking and quivering violently 
as a second group of orgasms suddenly overpowered the first group, and long 
before the first group had begun to disappear. 

Fingers were gripping her nipples, twisting them, and the added pressure on 
them made her feel a third climax shudder through her body. Kalbenson was 
actually helping her achieve total satisfaction. 

After what seemed like forever the orgasms stopped coming. She was gasping, 
out of breath, and she could hear the whimpering sighs of Fran, underneath 
her. 

Reaching down, she pulled the U-shaped cock of rubber from their two cunts 
and let it fall off to the side, on the bed. Then she slowly rose and pulled 
the dildo from her ass, after making sure it had come out of Fran's ass, as 
well. She had really expected to see blood on Fran's half of it, and was 
more than a little surprised to find it as clear as her own half. 

Then she fell forward on the bed, weak and almost unable to move. She felt 
Kalbenson loosen the screw on her ass ring and remove it, and she realized 
how good it felt not to have it there any longer. Then she saw him remove 
the ring from his wife's asshole, after which he tied her up to the bedposts 
again, shoving the stuffed penis back into her mouth and tying it in place. 

CHAPTER NINE 

Ilene was led back to the bedroom upstairs where Kalbenson shackled her to 
the bed by her ankle, again. Then he went down to the kitchen to make some 
lunch. It was going to be a long, boring day. But at least she was still 
alive. 

Then there was a noise downstairs. She heard the sound of glass breaking, 
and then Kalbenson was yelling, "Who the hell are you? Get out of my house." 

Then Ilene heard the short sounds of a scuffle, and a body hitting the 
floor. After that, she heard the sounds of someone moving around, pulling 
out drawers, throwing things around. Feet could be heard walking up the 
stairs, and a minute later a hulking thing came walking through the bedroom 
door. He was only about five feet nine inches tall, but he was constructed 
along the lines of a gorilla. 

"Who're you?" he grunted, staring lasciviously at her naked form. 

"What happened to the man downstairs?" she asked. 

"That jerko shrimp? He's out cold. Maybe he's dead. He has a fractured skull 
f'sure." 

"What are you doing here?" Ilene asked. 

"What's it look like I'm doin'? I'm robbin' the fuckin' place. Shit! I 
didn't know nobody was gonna be home this time o'day. Hell! A lonely house 
like this, out here inna sticks. Y'figure everyone goes t'work t'keep the 
place up. But that little twerp was still here." 

"Look, he has a key to these cuffs in his pockets. Could you get it?" 

"So's you can go calla cops?" 

"I won't. I swear it. I just want to get out of here." 

The hulking man looked at her,, shrugged, then went lumbering down the 
stairs. A few minutes later he was up with the key to the handcuffs. He 
unlocked the one around her ankle. 

"Thank you," Ilene whispered, rubbing her ankle. 

"Aw c'mon, lady," he guffawed. "You can say thanks better'n that." 

Oh not again, Ilene thought. God, not again! 

She turned and tried to move away from the squat man, but he reached out a 
heavy paw and yanked her back. He flung her down on the bed, then yanked 
down his pants revealing two things. First, he revealed that the wore no 
underwear. And second, Ilene stared at a pole almost fully as large as the 
one sported by Stan Gross. It was just the slightest bit thinner and 
shorter, but only the slightest bit. One would have had to see the two side 
by side to make the comparison. 

The huge, blunted knob of what looked like an unpainted barber pole wasted 
no time moving forward until it was between her thighs. This was a crass man 
with no thought for anyone but himself, and the idea of warming her up never 
occurred to him. He slammed the heavy knob into her tender labia, literally 
shunting them aside and driving the full, thick length of his heavy dork all 
the way into her tight pussy. Ilene felt pain, and though she struggled, she 
was as helpless as a butterfly pinned to a board. She shrieked with pain 
more than fear, though she certainly felt more than a little afraid, being 
raped by such a monster. God! There was definitely a difference between a 
cock and a dildo. This was a living, vibrating, twitching thing filling her 
hotbox, and though not quite as thick as the two dildos recently used to 
plumb her precious nookie, it felt bigger because it was so alive. There was 
heat emanating from the cock, and she could feel the satin of its outer 
flesh as it forced its way into her. 

"Hey baby," the monster smiled. "Here's where you really learn what fuckin's 
all about. You got a real mansized cock filling that juicy twat of yours, 
and it's gonna go on fillin' it until I empty my big balls into you." 

Ilene didn't have the strength or the desire to reply. She needed whatever 
stamina she had left to simply keep from passing out. She felt the reaming 
pole plunge farther and farther into her, sinking all the way into her 
blistering kiln. And the way he was wiggling it around inside her made her 
feel as if he was attempting to stretch her all out of shape. Stan had been 
so much more gentle about the way he'd fucked her. Now she felt like some 
kind of toy kewpie doll, being used obscenely by some pervert. 

The hulking man continued plugging away at her slick cunt in an unmerciful 
way, and Ilene thought if he plunged it in any deeper he'd rip out her 
spine. 

"C'mon," the hulk snapped. "Move that fuckin' ass of yours. It ain't no 
fuckin' good when all y'do is lie there. C'mon chickie, move it!" he 
ordered. 

Ilene tried responding, but the way he crushed his body against hers was 
making her realize how impossible it was for her to move. Every inner part 
of her was plugged to completion, and the squeaky tightness of the way he 
clogged her caused a whole new set of thrills to suddenly appear. The 
monster was actually making her feel something. She couldn't really believe 
it when she found she was beginning to enjoy it. Even so, she was unable to 
really move, and the weight was crushing her. 

He plunged in again and again, grunting with disgust. Finally he yanked his 
solid meat out of her, angry and disgusted. 

"I ain't gonna come this way," he belched. "Shit! let's see what kinda mouth 
you got." 

"Ilene lay there, trapped between his thighs, for even though he'd yanked 
his tool out of her, he was still sitting on her. She watched as his meaty 
thighs began clambering up toward her face. Soon his fat ass was squatting 
on her round tits, feeling the way her nipples rubbed into his ass. 

She started at the heaviness of his groin and realized here was another one 
who wasn't too fond of washing. She could smell the almost overpowering 
stench coming from between his thighs. Baseball sized nuts were slamming 
against her skin, rubbing against her chest as they bounced around in their 
heavy leather sac. And the gigantic shaft sticking out of the wiry mess of 
pubic hair looked like something hanging in a butcher shop. And now he 
wanted to ram that throbbing mass down her throat. 

"If I had the time I'd keep fuckin' that cunt until I came, but I gotta get 
outta here, soon. So we're gonna try me comin' in your mouth." There was 
something terrifyingly gross about this amorphous blob of a human being 
sitting on her breasts. He would have disgusted her had she not noticed his 
prick was a perfectly-shaped missile of flesh. And the weight on her chest 
was making breathing difficult. 

He leaned forward and leaned the single, blind eyed knob of phallic head 
against her chin. The overpowering animal essence of him flooded her 
nostrils. And the bushy clump of hair around his pelvis retained the stink, 
intensifying it. It almost made her nauseated. Almost, not quite, because 
the animal stench of him also aroused primitive passions in her breast, as 
well. She knew he would jam the entire cylinder as far into her mouth as 
possible. He wasn't the genteel type to take time to ease it in. She had 
been living this scene over and over for the past three days, but the 
enormous size of his swollen cock made that of Al Kalbenson seem like the 
skinny pencil it resembled. She didn't know if her mouth could adapt to such 
a monstrous size again, so swiftly. 

"Open up," the hulk insisted. "Just do like I say and we'll get it all over 
with as quick as possible. Then I'll be outta here and you can do whatever 
the hell you want." 

Ilene nodded, feeling weak and listless. Maybe, just maybe, he would go and 
leave her alone after he was finished, and she would be free. 

Staring at the tremendous length and breadth of his fleshpole, its root 
surrounded by barbed wire hair, she felt shivers run through her body. God! 
It was a fantastic piece of gristle. True, he had been able to stuff it all 
into her tight pussy, but she wondered whether or not her gullet was up to 
accepting it. But even as she wondered, she felt her mouth watering at the 
prospect of trying. 

"C'mon, doll," the huge man grumbled. "You're gonna suck it sooner or later. 
The sooner you do it, the sooner we get it over with. Don't make me get 
rough. I like it a lot better when the mouth is willin'." 

Ilene wanted to deny it all, but realized there was no way she would 
convince herself, much less him. She was completely under the spell of the 
waving baton as it rubbed against the cheeks of her face, leaving smears of 
oily lubriciousness under her eyes. Just the touch of it sent her senses 
reeling. 

Saliva continued to build in her mouth and she had to gulp the sputum down. 
Her body was looking forward to her attempting to suck the cock. There was 
no two ways about it. Whatever so-called civilized veneer she had ever had, 
was now completely obliterated thinks to her three days and nights of 
captivity. Sucking and ass-fucking were so much a part of her now, she would 
no longer be able to live without them. 

"Open wide!" the monster ordered. "Take the whole fuckin' thing in your 
mouth and suck like y'love it. Dig, bitch? I love t'feel tight lips 
squeezing against my balls with the head of my cock pushing itself down 
y'tight throat. And I'll bet you got one really tight throat. Open up and 
start gobblin'.'" Ilene's tongue eeled out from between her lips as he slid 
his weighty ass a little higher on her body, letting her lick the 
satchel-like weightiness of his swinging balls. She swallowed the gigantic 
spheres into her mouth, feeling them lodge themselves in her cheeks, making 
them bulge. Her tongue licked madly over the meaty flesh and tickled the 
bottom of the thick pylon of cock, as well. Bits of his hair got caught 
between her teeth, but there was no way for her to pick them out. He slid 
back a little, and she worked the tip of her tongue along the shuddering 
underside of his meaty cock, reaching up to the towering red tip, lapping at 
the juices leaving the sightless eye. 

Then she felt two ham-like hands grip the sides of her head and tilt her 
chin back a little, letting him sink the gigantic prick into her mouth. It 
slithered along her tongue, scraping her palate and forcing her cheeks to 
swell outward as the pole continued traveling deeper and deeper. She was 
gagging and coughing as the almost-impossibly thick meat kept pushing in. 
Her eyes bulged out and rolled madly at the spongy thickness clogged every 
little bit of her throat. She could taste the musky salt of it, and the 
smell this close was so overpowering she almost blacked out. 

"Suck it you fuckin' cunt. Suck it good! That damn mouth of yours was made 
to fit around my cock. Now use it." 

And Ilene sucked, knowing he was right. Her mouth had been made to suck 
cocks, though not necessarily his. If she fought him, her gullet would 
tighten up, and with all that meat stuck inside, she would strangle to 
death. Freedom was too close to allow a fat cock to make her lose it all. 
Right now the huge monster had her totally in his power. As long as he had 
control over her, the easiest way to survive was to do exactly as he said. 
Survival, after all, was the most important thing at this moment. Her cunt, 
her asshole, and her mouth had helped her survive the threats of Howard 
Branton and Al Kalbenson. Now she would use whatever she had to in order to 
continue surviving. He was the boss-for now. 

"Eat it all!" he insisted. 

She swallowed and sucked and licked and chewed and pulled with her jaws, 
forcing her lips to stretch around the meatpole. She could hear him grunting 
and shuddering as he pushed and pulled his solid prick in and out, always 
forcing it all the way in, then almost all the way out. For all that her 
mouth was doing to it, the size and weight of it frightened her because it 
was attached to an unthinking animal. With Stan, who had possessed a 
slightly longer, thicker organ, there was continual mounting excitement, as 
the craving for more and more of his gigantic cock filled her throat. She 
was amazed at how different things could be with different people. 

She heard the gross slob swearing in a muttering voice, his words rasping, 
but filled with lust as he continually pounded his swollen dork into her 
throat, rubbing that oral spot that could trigger her own throat orgasm at 
any moment. At every plunging thrust Ilene feared her throat might tighten 
up and she would choke to death, but the perverse pleasure of sucking still 
outweighed her fear and kept her throat open. He rammed it in again and 
again, and soon she had forgotten everything but the way her entire mouth 
was the focal point of everything, filled with his thrusting cock. The 
weight of his ass on her chest made breathing difficult. The heated gasps 
spreading all over his cock and balls was probably exciting the monstrous 
man all the more, and she could feel his hairy, muscular thighs tightening. 
She moaned and sighed and sucked all the harder, wanting to make him come, 
if only to end all this, already. 

His knees moved off her arms, and she was free to use her hands. She cupped 
his heavy buttocks and squeezed them, tilting him forward and letting his 
thick probe push its way even deeper into her throat in the hope he would 
come, already. The rounded knob sank in so far, it cut off any chance of 
breathing, and she was glad she had taken a lungful of air just before 
pushing his cock so far in. Her hands tickled and teased his thighs, making 
him wiggle from side to side as he continued sliding the mighty prong in and 
out of her sucking throat. 

Her fingers wandered through his asscrack, making him shake all the more, 
and then she touched his anal pucker. With the ball of her finger she teased 
and tickled it, and finally probed into it, making him shudder even more. He 
rammed his cock back and forth, back and forth, and she hoped he would come 
and end it all. 

But no! No matter what she did, no matter how hard she sucked, no matter how 
strong her lips pulled on his meat, no matter how much her tongue pressured 
and lapped, his cock was adamant in its refusal to release the glue seething 
in his monstrous balls. 

Pinwheels of light were spinning before her eyes, and she knew there was 
nothing she could do. She was about to die. The thick cock would strangle 
her. She couldn't make him come, and he was becoming more and more 
impatient, stuffing everything but his baseball-sized testicles into her 
mouth along with his cock. 

And then, just as she was about to black out forever, he pressure lessened 
and she felt him pulling his weight off her mashed breasts. 

Air slowly filtered into her lungs, and dizzying daylight returned to her 
brain. Things were spinning madly for a moment, then slowly came back into 
perspective. 

"Yer ass is the only thing left," he growled. "So suppose you roll over, 
chickie." 

"My God!" she gasped. "You'll kill me with that thing." 

Even the dildo that Kalbenson had shoved in her ass hadn't been as thick as 
the pole sported by this hairy ape. 

"I've had this thing up tight asses before," he told her. 'They all 
survived. C'mon, I ain't got all day. There ain't nothin' in this crummy 
house worth stealin'. Your ass is the only thing left makin' this trip 
worthwhile. So c'mon, already. Let's get to it. I ain't got no more time 
fuckin' around." 

He threw his body on top of hers after she was flipped over. When she tried 
moving, he reached a hand under her and grabbed her left tit, holding her in 
place. She squealed and wanted to crawl away from him. But in doing so, she 
instinctively came up to her knees, raising her ass high in the air. 
Instantly the monstrous man wrapped an arm around her waist and held her in 
that position, rubbing his thick cock against her round asscheeks. 

"Open up those thighs," he grunted. "Spread those luscious asscheeks. I got 
a feelin' this is gonna be the thing t'make me shoot the load I got stored 
up inside me. 

Ilene struggled, squirming madly, but she knew there was no chance of his 
letting her go. She felt he was too strong for a dozen like herself. 

"We'll use yer own pussy water to get you greased up," he laughed, and using 
his other hand, he jammed two thick fingers into her murky cunt and withdrew 
a huge glob of lubrication. This, he immediately began rubbing into the 
wrinkled pucker of her tight asshole. Ilene was terrified of the casual way 
he was treating her asshole. It was as if it were some hollowed out piece of 
raw liver to be violated. She tried flattening out, but his arm around her 
waist was too strong. The hard, plunging brutality of his solid cock was 
rubbing between her asscheeks, looking for the way in. 

"Aha!" he yelled, as the blunt-nosed point of his thick cock finally found 
the sought-for orifice. "There's what we want." 

Ilene squirmed and struggled, but she felt him holding his cock in one hand, 
while his other was still tightly around her waist, and then he was pushing. 
The tight tunnel of her ass would never get used to the entrance of a thick 
cock, even if she was relaxed, and she definitely wasn't relaxed. He pushed 
and she squeezed the sphincter ring of her asshole tightly closed. But the 
tighter she squeezed the harder he shoved, pushing, slamming, pressing, 
squeezing, and even though her haunches wriggled madly in an attempt to 
escape, she knew there was no way out. Slowly, very slowly, the bulb-like 
head began to make its way into her, swelling the anal ring, forcing it 
wider and wider, pushing it open with even more power than the artificial 
ring Kalbenson had used, earlier. Her ass was still sore from the way the 
metal ring had tormented her, and now the flesh rod of this hairy beast was 
probing into her, forcing its way deeper and deeper into her, stuffing her 
with his thickness. 

Ilene screamed and flounced around, held in place only by his powerful arm. 
This made the gruesome lump of humanity laugh as he released what little of 
his cock remained outside her and reached around to maul her tits. 

Now he was all the way in, grinding his mighty muscle in a spiral manner, 
moving it around and around, solidly, consistently, again and again. Burning 
flashes of familiar pain brought unexpected tears from her eyes. 

"Uurrrgghhhhhh!" he grunted. "Shit! You really do have one helluva tight 
fuckin' ass. Oh yeah! Well, what the hell! It's better f'both of us when the 
ass is nice and tight. Huh?" 

The shuddering sound of her ragged breathing seemed to add to his delight. 
He plunged his weighty penis into her all the more strongly, and Ilene felt 
pain all over again. It was the same as if her ass were being raped for the 
first time. The immense thickness was going in too swiftly and too strongly. 

At least she could breathe. His outsized cock had opened her throat all the 
wider, and now she could suck air into her lungs even as he rammed his meat 
through her ass again and again. God! She was being used like some kind of 
mannequin made simply for fucking and nothing else. 

She gasped as she felt his slobbering mouth close on her left shoulder. He 
was sucking at the side of her neck, making grunting animal noises. There 
was no pain there, although the weight of his cock, forcing its way into her 
squeezing asshole was pain enough. 

His full length of cock was reaming back and forth in the constricting 
confines of her shuddering asshole. She felt the hard slap of his belly 
against her asscheeks while his weighty balls came banging up against her 
sopping cunt. He rammed in and out with a total lack of regard for any harm 
he might be causing her, internally. His hair-covered thighs brutally 
slammed against the soft, silken haunches below her ass as he thudded his 
meat home again and again. She wondered if this terrible torture would ever 
end. 

Even though there was a certain amount of excitement building inside her all 
over again, it was overridden by the terrible pain his thick prick was 
causing. It was as if she hadn't been made to suffer enough, earlier, as if 
the ravishing of her ass was something she had no right to enjoy, and 
therefore had to feel pain, now. But even as the cock rasped back and forth 
in her tight, squeezing asshole, she felt oil dribbling from her cunt down 
her thighs, and she knew she was being titillated and excited to newer, 
higher mental plateaus, because the greater the pain, the greater the 
eventual pleasure. 

"Thatta girl," the beast-man rumbled. "That's the way. Keep movin' that 
tight, fuckin' ass. Jesus! I wish t'God I could take y'along with me. 
Christ! That cunt and that mouth would've caused me t'become wildly, after 
awhile, I just don't got no time left. That's why I'm usin' yer ass. But I 
can't haul y'with me. I got me an ol' lady of my own, and she'd tear my eyes 
out if she ever saw ya. C'mon, lady. Make this a good ass fuck. I really 
wanna remember it." 

Ilene was gasping now, but the pain was receding and her gasps were more of 
pleasure than anything else. She could feel her empty cunt throbbing and 
pulsating hotly as it continued to let the burning juices flow out of it. 
Her asshole had a tight clasp on the invading cock, but no longer wanted to 
stop it. Now she put her weight on her knees, and when he took his arm from 
around her hips, she began frantically driving her asscheeks back against 
his pulsating pelvis. 

"Keep it goin' baby," he roared. "I knew y'd love bein' assfucked. Shit! You 
got just the ass fer it." 

He was plunging into her squeezing corridor with all his power now, 
sometimes lifting her knees off the bed because he thrust in so powerfully. 
She was wriggling and squirming with more and more effort, showing total 
disregard for any pain she might have felt earlier. She was building toward 
another anal orgasm. She was going to come, and it would be very soon. The 
very thickness of the cock was helping to bring about her desire for that 
climax. 

Over and over his mighty prod pushed into her tight rectal grip, a red-hot 
poker of massive proportions, filling her again and again and lifting her 
off the bed only to let her body come slamming down again. 

"Oh shit!" he gasped. "You have one hell of an asshole. Christ! Lookit you. 
Y'love bein' fucked in the ass, huh!" 

The mighty pole was plunging into her with rapid consistency, making her ass 
bob up and down like a pair of twin balloons while her dripping cunt 
continued to manufacture and release hot and heavy oil. One of his hands 
reached under her to catch some of the falling oil. He pressed her hand up 
into the furry pouch of her swollen cunt, as if trying to crush and squeeze 
more lubrication from it. She could hear the squishy sound of her cuntlips 
being pressed together and rubbed, hard. 

"You... ever... been fucked... uhhhhh... in the ass... before?" he asked, 
grunting. 

"Not like this," she replied, throwing her weight on her elbows and head to 
keep herself from being shoved forward each time he rammed his cock into her 
seething asshole. 

"Good, huh?" 

"Yes," she shuddered, hating to admit it. 

She felt him tightly grip her hips and hoist her off the bed, fucking her 
ass in mid-air, shaking her from side to side. More thrills lanced through 
her body as almost unbearable delight burned her inner ass tissues. It was 
coming now, building so high there was no stopping it. She was going to have 
that anal orgasm. 

"Ayyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaggggggggrrrrrrr ggggghhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed. 

Mad thrill followed mad thrill through her raging ass tunnel, as she 
screamed and let her fists pummel the bedcovers. Her ass tunnel squeezed all 
the more tightly, and suddenly she felt his already-thick dork swell even 
more, and then it unleashed a load of hot, white balm into her burning ass 
as the hairy horror roared a "Gaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaa 
nnnnnnnnnnnnggghhhhh!" 

His hips slammed into her soft, rubbery asscheeks again and again as he 
pumped gallons of heavy milk white cream into her aching ass tunnel. It 
burned, yet it soothed the previous pain while enhancing the thrills of her 
own orgasm. 

He collapsed on top of her, and she felt her breath knocked out by his 
weight. She gasped, but he simply lay there. Time passed slowly, and as her 
orgasm faded, the importance of her freedom became increasingly greater. 

"You're all right," the heavy man grunted. "Like I said, if I didn't have a 
cunt of my own, I'd haul yer ass home with me. Well, what the hell! Life 
ain't what we'd all like it t'be." 

"That's a fact," Ilene nodded as she rose from the bed. 

Going to the closet, she found some dresses, probably belonging to the girls 
Kalbenson had killed. She also found underwear and pantyhose in a dressing 
table drawer. 

"I'm gonna get outta here," the gross man told her. "You ain't gonna call no 
cops now, are ya?" 

"God, no!" she told him. "Take whatever pleases you and leave." 

"Ain't nothin' really worthwhile in this dump, anyway. Not unless there's a 
hidden safe somewhere." 

"I really don't know," Ilene shrugged. 

"Aaahhhh, fuck it all. Be seein' ya, lady." 

She heard him lumber down the stairs, and he was gone. Ilene found some of 
the underwear and pantyhose fit. Then she slipped on a yellow skirt with a 
pink blouse. It was a horrible combination, but under the circumstances she 
was in no position to argue. Then she went down stairs. 

Al Kalbenson was sprawled out in the kitchen with a lot of blood coming from 
his ears as he lay on the floor. Ilene hoped he was dead. In any case, she 
had no intention of staying around to help him. 

Going down to the basement, she released Fran, then came back upstairs. 
She'd let Fran call the police and handle things. All she wanted to do was 
go home. 

Home? The lonely little apartment? Was that what she was looking forward to? 
Somehow it didn't seem right after all the horror she'd been through. 

Leaving the house, she found Kalbenson's car in the garage. Looking inside, 
she saw the keys. 

Well why not? she thought. She was going to police headquarters anyway. She 
knew they would want her to identify Marvin. 

"Hey!" she heard a voice call out. 

Turning, she saw the head of Stan Gross above a lot of weeds in a nearby 
lot. 

"Stan," she said, not able to see him clearly for a moment because she still 
had no glasses. "Is that you?" 

On the dashboard of Kalbenson's car was a case magnetically held on, and 
inside was a pair of dark glasses. She reached into the car, took out the 
glasses, and put them on. Kalbenson's prescription wasn't quite as strong as 
hers, but she was able to see. It was Stan Gross, all right. 

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Why are you hanging around here? You should be 
long gone. If the police catch you, you'll go to prison." 

"The FBI broke into the house while I was in the steam room," Stan 
explained. "I had to run out of there without any clothes on. I've been 
wandering through these weeds for the past fifteen hours, trying to figure 
out something to say, or do." 

"How would you like to come home with me?" Ilene asked. 

"But what about the police? They killed Howie, and they got Marvin." 

"Suppose I swear you were a customer in the store when the other two came 
in. Suppose we say they forced the two of us to go with them. Will Marvin 
back up the lie?" 

"Hell! I guess so. He's been a good buddy. But what then?" 

"I'll say Marvin was unwilling to go along with Howie until Howie showed his 
gun, and then he kept Howie from killing us. Marvin could get off with a 
suspended sentence if we work this thing out right." 

"Suppose it all works out the way you got it figured. What then?" 

"You said you wanted to go to the Coast. Why not take me along?" 

"Hey look, I like you one helluva lot, but I'm not ready to tie myself to 
any chick just yet." 

"No strings, Stan. You and Marvin and I can rent an apartment with three 
bedrooms. Each of us has the right to entertain anyone we want. And if we 
should want to sleep with each other every now and again, well why not!" 

"Why not!" Stan Gross agreed. "And until we get you some clothes, I'll have 
the pleasure of looking at you the way you looked at me for two days." 

"You're one helluva horny chick." 

"Stan, I'm more woman than both you and Marvin will ever be able to handle 
in your entire lives." 

"Well hell," he said in his throaty voice. "Let's find out." 


THE END
