Kidnapped And Raped Bride
by J. T. Watson 


FOREWORD 

One need only tune in the television set during prime time on any evening of 
the week to witness a seemingly endless barrage of violence in the form of 
"entertainment." Whether it be cops pursuing robbers or cowboys gunning down 
Indians, the pattern is invariably the same. The fact that no one is really 
hurt, at least physically, is also common to them all. 

But real violence does exist, and real people, good and bad, are maimed and 
killed in the streets and homes of America. There are criminals in our 
midst, people who would steal or rape or kill at the slightest provocation, 
people who have no respect whatsoever for human life. 

Jane Sellers, a young bride-to-be, is the victim of such people. Innocent of 
any crime against man, she nevertheless finds herself kidnapped, held 
captive, degraded, raped and beaten. 

KIDNAPPED AND RAPED BRIDE-is the shocking story of a young girl's ordeal. An 
ordeal that any of us might face one day. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Jane Sellers wanted to watch the movie but her boyfriend had other ideas. He 
had already moved over the seat and put his arm around her, and now he was 
blowing hotly against her ear. 

Jane squirmed impatiently. She didn't want to hurt Harold's feelings, 
especially with the wedding only a week away, but she really didn't enjoy 
kissing and hugging at the drive in. 

Oh, she had enjoyed it with some boys. Jane had been the head cheerleader in 
her high school and she had gone out with only the best-looking footfall 
players. She had to admit that making out with some of them had been really 
exciting. 

But not with Harold. 

Harold was a thirty-year-old accountant who was not that good-looking. 
Harold had only one thing going for him-money. That was the reason she had 
agreed to marry him the following Saturday. 

If only he wasn't so boring! 

Harold kissed her neck and then moved his wet tongue down her neck to the 
top button of her blouse. She quickly grabbed him by the head and pulled him 
back up. 

"Would you stop that," she said impatiently. 

"Come on, Jane," Harold said. "Just a little kissing, baby. What's that 
going to hurt?" 

"Can't you wait until next Saturday? Then you can get anything you want." 

"You turn me on so bad, baby," he said. 

She was getting a little tired of Harold's groping. He wasn't that sexy and 
she felt very little sexually toward him. She knew she was going to have to 
fuck him. Married people were supposed to do that. But he was acting like he 
was going to die if he didn't get somewhere before Saturday. 

"Just a little kiss, baby," Harold said. 

She sighed. She figured she wasn't going to see the movie tonight and she 
turned her head. She kissed his lips. His tongue pushed against her mouth 
and she drew her head back. 

"There you go again," she said. 

"You just drive me crazy!" Harold said. "You always drove me crazy. I used 
to come to the high school and watch you cheer just because you drove me 
crazy!" 

She kissed him again. She knew that a lot of boys had been driven crazy by 
her cheering. She was a tall, slender, blue-eyed blonde and her body had 
filled the cheerleading outfit until her mother had thought it would burst. 
She had seen her mother looking at her grapefruit-sized tits a few times. 
Her mother seemed awed that Jane's tits could be so full and shapely. Her 
mother had often warned her that the boys would chase after her. It had 
taken her a while before she understood. 

"Your lips taste good," Harold said. 

Harold was trying to push her against the far door and one of his hands was 
on her shoulder. She had the feeling that his hand was going to start moving 
down in a few minutes. 

"Can't you stop this?" she said. "We're getting married in a week. I feel 
like a girl on her first date trying to fight off a boy who's all hands." 

"I can't help it," Harold said. "I can't keep my hands off you. You make me 
hurt all over. I need you, baby." 

"It's only a week," she said, very frustrated. "You don't want to do 
anything before we're married, do you." 

"It wouldn't hurt anything, baby," Harold said. "It'll make me feel a lot 
better." 

She pushed Harold away but she knew he wasn't going to stay away from her 
long. It was stupid to keep pushing him away. She also knew she wasn't going 
to lose her virginity at a drive-in. It had happened to many of her 
girlfriends and it was painfully uncomfortable, or so she had heard. 

"All right, damn it," she said. "If you're that horny we'll go somewhere." 

"What?" he asked stupidly. 

"You've been trying to do something to me for months and I'm finally telling 
you that we can do it if you want. All I ask is that you find some kind of 
nice place. Not some ugly hotel!" 

"Do you mean it?" 

"Of course I mean it. Let's go somewhere and get this over with." 

"I would think that you could be a little romantic," he said. 

"Oh damn," she said. "I can't win tonight. Look, do you want to go someplace 
or don't you? Just answer my question. If you don't then we'll watch the 
movie. Make up your mind." 

"We'll go somewhere," he said quickly. 

Harold started the car. He was trembling and Jane was beginning to feel a 
little sorry she'd agreed. She almost wished she were with one of those 
football players. At least she would feel some sort of excitement with them. 
With Harold, it was exactly like she wanted to get it over with. 

One thing for sure. Harold had money and he knew how to use it. He didn't 
take her to some cheap motel. He took her to one of the most expensive 
hotels in town. 

He checked them in and she walked upstairs with him. She could feel a 
nervous flutter in her belly and she kept thinking about all her girlfriends 
who had given their virginity away. She wasn't giving it to Harold. She was 
going to make him pay for it for a very long time. 

"Very nice," she said as they stepped into the room. 

The room was plush and expensive-looking. 

It had a huge bed and softly carpeted floor. It was exactly the kind of room 
where she would have chosen to lose her virginity. 

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Harold asked. 

"Anything you want, honey?" she answered. 

She knew what he wanted. She could see it in his eyes as he came closer and 
put his arms around her. He crushed her tightly against his chest. His mouth 
was hot and heavy and he tasted of the beer he'd had earlier. 

His arms wrapped around her and his hands rubbed her back. She knew what was 
happening as one of his hands started sliding down her back. She had always 
stopped him before. This time she let him do as he pleased and his hand 
touched the curve of her ass. 

"You're so hot and sexy," he moaned. "I never expected to have a chance with 
a woman like you!" 

He was shy about moving his hands anymore. She reached back and took his 
hand and helped him to slide it down farther. His hand cupped one of the 
cheeks of her ass. 

She had once had another boyfriend who had enjoyed playing with her ass. He 
was the only one she had ever allowed to do that and it was because it felt 
good. She remembered that feeling as Harold moved his other hand down to her 
ass and started squeezing gently. 

"Oh, Harold," she moaned. "That does feel kind of nice." 

It kind of surprised her to find out how nice it did feel. Her body tingled 
a little as he caressed her ass. She had a sudden tight feeling between her 
legs and she clamped her thighs together a little tighter. 

He kissed her neck and moved his lips up to her lips. This time she kept her 
mouth slightly open and she tasted his tongue. He pushed his fat tongue deep 
into her mouth and began gently sucking on it. 

It was crazy but she was beginning to enjoy kissing Harold. Perhaps it was 
the expensive room or just the feeling of knowing she was going to get 
fucked, but there was something exciting about this. 

"Whew," she said, pushing Harold away. "You're taking my breath away. You're 
quite a man." 

Harold blushed but she could tell that he was pleased with her compliment. 
He put a hand in her hair and let his fingers stroke her head. He pulled out 
the pin and her blonde hair fell in a thick mass to her shoulders. 

"Everything about you turns me on," Harold moaned. 

He kissed her again. This time he wasn't so shy with his hands. He slid his 
hands down her back and he grabbed her ass-cheeks like he was never going to 
let go. 

He pulled her so tight against him that she could feel the pulsating of his 
heart. She could also feel the line of his swollen cock inside his trousers 
so she pushed her hand between them and gently traced his cock's outline 
with the tips of her fingers. 

"Oh shit, baby," Harold groaned. 

She had never touched anyone's cock before, although a lot of boys had tried 
to get her to. Now she let her fingertips trace the length of his cock and 
it felt different than she had expected. 

Her fingertips squeezed his cock. The heat of it seemed to seep right 
through his trousers and burn her. Harold was really hot! 

"You make me feel hot as hell," he moaned. "Oh, baby, I've never been with a 
woman who made me feel this hot." 

"How many women have you been with?" she asked. 

"Just a few," he answered her. 

She decided not to ask him any more questions. She didn't really want to 
know. She hadn't thought he had any experience but she understood that man 
had needs. 

"You're not goin to need anymore women now," she said. 

"Oh no, baby," Harold moaned. 

She led him over to the bed and he sat down beside her and he put his arm 
around her. His hand moved down her front and cupped her titty mound. She 
put her hand over his as he started squeezing. 

"Do you like that?" she asked. 

"Oh hell yes," he groaned. "I love that. It feels so fucking damn good!" 

His hand squeezed her titty harder. The palm of his hand started rubbing 
against her nipple. She gasped for breath and pushed her titty a little 
closer to his groping hand. It did feel good. There was a faint churning 
sensation in her stomach. 

He pushed her back on the bed. She got nervous as his fingers started 
undoing her blouse. She started to put her hand over his but she remembered 
that she had already promised him this evening. 

He unbuttoned her clothes all the way down the front. His eyes were wide 
open and horny-looking as he got her blouse undone. He bent down a little 
closer as he pulled her blouse apart. 

She was wearing a black bra that showed off her creamy tits to their best 
advantage. He licked his lips as he looked at the creamy titty-flesh trying 
to spill out of the bra. 

"like two little puppies trying to break free," he said. 

He reached underneath her and again she didn't try to stop him. He unhooked 
her bra and pulled it away from her. She already had her hands up and the 
bra slipped off her arms easily. 

"Oh shit," Harold groaned. "You are fucking beautiful. Oh shit, you look 
nice!" 

He couldn't seem to get his eyes full enough of her creamy tits. His eyes 
felt like hands caressing her and when he licked his lips it made her feel 
wicked. 

"I want to taste them," Harold moaned. 

"Come on, then," she whispered. 

Harold might not have been a very exciting man but he was making her excited 
at that moment. The churning excitement in her belly was proof enough of 
that. 

He bent his head and she knew what he was doing. His wet tongue brushed 
across her nipple and she squirmed in pleasure. He opened his mouth and 
captured one of her nipples. He sucked on it gently, his teeth scraping it 
slightly. 

"Oh yes, Harold," she gasped. "That does make me feel good. Oh yes, that's 
nice!" 

Harold's hand was on her knee. He was still shy but his fingers slowly 
inched up to the inside of her thigh. She didn't close her thighs together 
as he probably expected. Instead she opened her legs a little wider and his 
hand moved all the way up. 

He was touching her pussy and she could tell that he didn't believe it. His 
fingers slowly stroked up and down the lips of her pussy. His fingers felt 
hot even through her panties. 

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Harold groaned. "I've dreamed of doing 
this for so long!" 

His fingers found a way into the side of her panties. He pushed his finger 
against her swollen cunt lips and she shivered. His fingers slowly forced 
her cunt open and he pushed one finger into her. 

"Oh, Harold," she moaned. 

He started sucking on her titties a little harder. He seemed to be trying to 
suck all of her titty inside his mouth. He bit down on her titty-flesh and 
she moaned softly. 

He grabbed her hand and pulled her fingers back down to his swollen prick 
again. She didn't pull her hand away. She slid her hand up and down his 
prick and it seemed to be trying to jump out of his trousers. She finally 
found his zipper and pulled it down. She slipped her hand inside. His sweaty 
cock was bunched in his tight shorts. 

She moved her hand around until she could get her fingers inside his shorts 
where her fingers touched his sweaty cockmeat. For the first time she 
wrapped her fingers around a man's cock and slowly carefully, pulled it out 
of his trousers. 

She looked down at Harold's prick. It was long and thick and already there 
was some cockcream spilling out of the end. 

"I'm so fucking horny," he groaned. "Oh shit, I don't think I've ever been 
so fucking hot!" 

She was tired of her clothes so she got off the bed and unzipped her skirt 
and stepped out of it. She let her skirt drop to the floor and posed, 
showing him her long legs. Then she slowly and teasingly worked her panties 
to the floor. 

He was tearing at his clothes. He was like an animal who had never been 
fucked in his entire life. She had the feeling he wasn't going to last for 
long once he got his cock inside her. 

He was jerking her toward the bed. She rolled over onto her back and he 
jumped on top of her. His prick felt even bigger as he pushed the knob 
against her cunthole. 

"Be gentle," Jane whispered. "It's my first time. I'm a virgin. Please be 
gentle." 

But Harold was so fucking horny that he couldn't be gentle. He reached 
beneath her and grabbed her ass-cheeks lifting her high as he thrust forward 
with his cock. She was wet enough that his cock got partially into her cunt 
immediately. 

His heavy prickhead then came to a stop against her pussy walls. She wrapped 
her hands around his back and pulled him tight against her body. She knew it 
was going to be painful but she wanted to get it over with. 

He thrust hard. His prick broke through her virgin cunt and went deep inside 
her. There was a violent pain but then all she could feel was how deep his 
cock was inside her. 

"You're in so deep," she moaned. "Your cock is in me so deep. I've never 
felt it before. I didn't know it could get so deep!" 

She had really turned him on and Harold couldn't wait to do all the things a 
man could do for a woman to make her enjoy it. All Harold could think of was 
how hot his nuts were. 

"Oh shit, baby," Harold yelled. "I'm fucking you. I'm really fucking your 
pussy. I've been thinking about this for so long!" 

He began fucking her as hard as he could, almost driving her ass through the 
bed. It was not exactly as she had imagined it. She had dreamed of her 
husband being slow and gentle and awakening new responses in her; Harold was 
only scratching an itch-his itch. 

"You are so fucking good," Harold moaned. "You feel so fucking good. I'm 
going to come. I'm going to fucking come. Oh fucking shiiit!" 

It was so fast that Jane wasn't prepared for it. He was still pumping into 
her pussy when his prick started squirting thick cum into her. He kept 
moving in and out and she could feel her virgin cunt being filled with his 
hot cum. But she felt nothing. There had been some excitement but now all 
that was gone. Harold might have been able to make her feel it if he had 
taken his time, but, typically, he had not. 

"You sweet baby," Harold moaned. 

"Do you feel better now?" she asked. 

"Oh yeah, baby," Harold answered her. "Oh shit, you were the best I've ever 
had." 

She was pleased by his compliment but she would have been a lot more pleased 
if she had enjoyed it a little more. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Jane's plumpish mother put the finishing touches to her wedding gown and 
then stood back to admire her beautiful daughter. Jane's mother had always 
told Jane that she was a lot better-looking than she had been at Jane's age, 
not that her mother was bad-looking. 

"You are so beautiful," Marsha gushed. "You are going to make the most 
beautiful bride ever." 

"I appreciate your helping me with my gown," Jane said. 

"I only hope you are always happy," Marsha said. "Just remember. Sometimes 
men are brutes. They don't mean to be but their animal natures take over." 

"You're talking about sex," Jane said. 

"I guess I am," Marsha said, blushing. 

Jane's mother very seldom talked about sex except to refer to it as 
something she didn't care for very much. Jane had gotten some of that same 
attitude from her mother, being a minister's wife and all. That was why she 
wasn't that upset with Harold. The sex part of her marriage wasn't going to 
be that important to her. 

"I'm going to the kitchen and make sure the refreshments are in order," 
Marsha said. "I'll be back in a few minutes. You just set and rest a while." 

"I will," Jane promised. 

Jane sat down in front of her mirror and applied the last few touches to her 
make-up. She studied herself in the mirror for a moment and she thought 
about what a prize Harold was getting. He was fortunate to have 'til that 
money. 

She heard someone outside in the hallway but she didn't turn her head until 
her bedroom door opened. Her mother was back early. 

Then she glanced up in the mirror and her face froze in horror. 

There was a man standing in the doorway of her bedroom. He was a huge man 
who looked somehow familiar. She couldn't see his face because he was 
wearing some kind of mask. 

"Don't scream," the man said. "Scream and I'll have to use this. I wouldn't 
like that." 

Nobody had ever pointed a gun at her but Jane could see it in his hand. Her 
first thought was that it couldn't be happening. She had to have drifted off 
to sleep and was dreaming! This couldn't be happening to her on her wedding 
day and in her own bedroom. 

"What do you want?" she asked. 

"I want you not to scream," he answered her. "And I want you to get up. 
Stand up straight and hold out your arms." 

"What are you doing?" she asked. "This is crazy! There are dozens of people 
downstairs. This is my wedding day!" 

"Hold out your arms in front of you," he said. "Do as I say. I'm a desperate 
man. Very desperate. I might decide to pull this trigger at any moment." 

She stood up and held out her arms, her entire body trembled in terror and 
anger. She didn't want this to happen but she was aware of the gun as he 
moved closer. 

"I don't know what you're doing," she said. "You'll never get away with 
anything." 

"I'll get away with it," he said. 

His other hand held a needle. She didn't see it until the last second and it 
was too late to pull her arms away. He pricked her arm. Jane didn't feel 
anything for a few moments but then she started feeling kind of lazy. 

He put his gun into his pocket but it didn't seem to matter. He wrapped a 
piece of rope around her hands and pulled it tight. He took her by the 
shoulder. 

"Now don't you do anything stupid," he said. "We're going to walk down the 
stairs and out the side door near the pool. Nobody's going to bother us." 

She felt like she should be doing something about this but she couldn't 
collect her thoughts enough to decide what to do. He had his hand on her 
shoulder and he was guiding her down the stairs. A left turn would have 
taken them into the kitchen. She could actually hear her mother working 
there. 

There didn't seem to be any reason to call out. He led her through the door 
and out by the pool. He walked her around the pool and to the side gate. He 
opened the gate and pushed her out. The redwood fence hid them as he walked 
her around to the back of the house next door. "Inside," he said. 

She walked in willingly and he shut the door behind her. He led her through 
the kitchen and then through a hallway. He pushed her ahead of him into a 
room with soft carper on the floors. 

It was a strange room. There was a bed in it. One side of the room was 
covered with a hanging curtain. There were metal rings on the floor fastened 
in the carpet. 

The walls were covered with pictures of her. She couldn't believe it as she 
looked around. Pictures of her out by the pool in her green bikini, pictures 
of her in her cheerleading dress, pictures of her dressed in an evening 
gown. There were even pictures that could have only been taken in her 
bedroom for she was in her pink nightgown with the roses! 

Her head was beginning to clear and she was beginning to get the feeling 
that something was terribly wrong. 

She twisted away from the man who was holding her shoulder. She took another 
look at him and her head really cleared. Then she knew who it was-her next 
door neighbor! He had been living next to her since she was four years old! 

"Gunther," she said. 

"That's right," he said. He pulled the mask off his face and showed her his 
smiling, handsome face. 

"Is this some kind of joke?" she asked. "It's in poor taste. This is my 
wedding day!" 

"I'm afraid you're going to miss your wedding," he said. 

Something in his face told her that it wasn't a joke and suddenly she was 
frightened. Gunther had always been the harmless man who lived next door. 
Suddenly he didn't seem to harmless. 

"I love you," Gunther said. "I need you. I've watched you grow up and I've 
been hot for you a long time." 

Jane tried to dodge past him but Gunther hit her in the stomach. She bent 
over in pain and he grabbed her arms and forced her down on the floor. He 
untied her arms and pulled one out to one side. She didn't know what was 
happening until he clamped her arm down. 

"What are you doing? she asked. 

He shackled both arms down, clamping her to the floor. She felt silly there 
on the floor in her expensive white wedding gown. She didn't feel silly for 
long. Gunther stretched out beside her. 

"You are beautiful," Gunther said. "I've been hot for you so long. So hot." 

"Please let me go," she said. 

Gunther was smiling. He leaned over and gently kissed her lips. She turned 
her head away but she couldn't escape his wet mouth. He clamped his mouth on 
her lips again and made her shudder. Jane tried to keep her lips together 
but she could feel the insistent pressing of his tongue. 

"Open your mouth, little cunt," he said. "Open your mouth and suck on my 
tongue." 

"I won't," she said. 

"You should do what I say," Gunther said. "It'll just make things easier on 
you." 

Suddenly Gunther's face was angry. He grabbed her around the throat and 
started squeezing until she was afraid she had turned blue. He put his wet 
mouth over hers again and this time she quickly opened her mouth. 

He released his grip as his tongue started pushing into her mouth. He pushed 
his tongue so deep into the back of her throat that she almost gagged on it. 
He kept pushing his tongue in and out of her mouth, acting like he was 
trying to push his tongue down into her belly. 

"Nice," Gunther said. "You taste just as nice as I always thought you would 
taste!" 

Gunther pulled the lace away from the top of her gown and his rough-feeling 
hand touched her bare shoulder. His fingers started tracing a path down her 
front to the rise of her tits. 

"You've got a nice big pair of tits, baby," he told her. "They're big and 
beautiful. I like a nice pair of tits!" 

She couldn't believe this was happening. She struggled to be free as his big 
hand moved down her body. He cupped her titty with one hand and squeezed 
until it hurt. At the same time he slid his other hand underneath her. 

"I love you all over, baby," he said. "Nice tits. Nice ass. You're wasted on 
that Harold creep!" 

Gunther squeezed her ass-cheeks and it sent a quick little shiver through 
her. Gunther was treating her like an animal and she was surprised by the 
way it aroused her. She closed her eyes and fought down the feelings. 

She wouldn't let this animal excite her. 

"Fucking beautiful," he groaned. "Let's see what you fucking look like 
underneath!" 

Her beautiful wedding gown was not much protection. He put his hands in the 
top of her gown and he ripped it downward. The flimsy satin material gave 
way and he ripped it as far as he could and then he undid the buttons the 
rest of the way down. He pulled the two wrecked halves of her gown apart. 

She had on a white frilly bra, white panties, and a white garter belt with 
flimsy white stockings. It was a very sexy outfit and she had intended it 
for her husband. She was sick at the way Harold looked at her and licked his 
fat lips. 

"I've never seen anything so fucking nice," Harold groaned. 

Harold lowered his head and kissed her mouth. Jane remembered that hand 
around her throat and she opened her lips at the first touch of his tongue. 
This time he rammed his tongue deep into her throat and nearly gagged her. 
She started sucking on his tongue because she knew that was what he wanted. 

Both his hand moved up to her titties again. He grabbed both her titties and 
held on hard. He squeezed until she thought she was going to pass out from 
pain. 

"Oh shit," Gunther groaned. "I've got to see those fine titties. I've got to 
see them!" 

He reached underneath her and ripped open her flimsy bra hooks. He couldn't 
pull it off because her hands were tied. Instead he just pulled the bra cups 
up around her neck. 

Her shapely tits were freed to his hungry eyes. She didn't want her nipples 
to get hard in front of him but she could already feel them starting to get 
achy and swollen. 

"Fucking beautiful," Gunther groaned. 

"You've really got a pair of tits, baby. A fucking nice pair of tits. That 
fucking Harold couldn't appreciate them properly." 

He bent down and his red tongue felt rough and wet against her titty. He 
slowly sucked her nipple into his mouth, his lips tightening around the 
rigid tip. He pulled his head back and let his tongue brush across her 
throbbing nipple. 

"You even taste fucking good, baby," he said. "like fresh meat. Fucking 
sweet meat!" 

He slid his tongue over to her other nipple and slowly sucked that rigid 
nipple into his mouth. His mouth opened wider and he was trying to suck even 
more of her hot titty. His teeth started nipping at her and it made Jane 
ache all over. It was almost like she had some kind of fever. Harold had not 
made her feel like that. 

"Don't do this to me," she moaned. 

His mouth slipped away from her titties. He started licking down her soft 
belly to the top of her panties. She gasped as his tongue slipped inside her 
panties and licked at her silken cunt-hairs. She had earlier put perfume on 
her cunt-hairs and she knew he could tell. 

"Your cunt even smells beautiful, baby," he said. "You're so fucking nice!" 

His tongue kept rubbing back and forth over her silken cunt-hairs. He pushed 
his tongue in a little deeper and found the top of her cunt lips and slid 
his tongue back and forth there. 

"Oh, don't do that," she moaned. 

He raised his head, grinning at her. She saw him take something from his 
pocket-a knife! She could feel her heart pounding in horror as she watched 
the knife come closer. 

"Don't cut me," she begged. "I'll do anything. Don't cut me." 

"I won't cut you yet, baby," he said. "As long as you're a good girl. As 
long as you do what you're told." 

"I'll do it," Jane whispered. 

She was really scared of him now. He used the knife to cut away her flimsy 
panties. He had her legs spread wide and he put his hand on her cunt. He was 
squeezing her cunt and that made her shiver. 

He pushed a fat finger up into her cunt and started moving it around. He 
shoved another finger into her cunt quickly. His rough fingers rubbed 
against her clitty and it made her wiggle with pleasure. 

"You fucking love it, bitch," he said. "I know you do. You're a fucking cunt 
who loves it!" 

Another finger slipped into her cunt. 

Gunther was shoving his fingers in and out and she closed her eyes. She 
tried to think of other things but it was hard to do. His fingers made her 
feel things she had never felt before. 

"Damn you," she whispered. "You're sick. This is sick. You're an animal!" 

He took his fingers out of her and stood up. She opened her eyes to look at 
him. She knew she should look away but she couldn't. He was undressing. He 
tore his shirt off and he had a huge, meaty chest covered with hair. 

He slid his trousers down and kicked out of them. Then his shorts. She 
looked at his huge prick with alarm. She had never dreamed that a cock could 
be that big! It looked like it would make two of Harold's cocks and it was 
covered with blue veins, the huge cockhead pulsating with heat. 

"You like it, bitch?" Gunther said. "I'm going to give it to you. I've been 
dreaming of giving it to you for so fucking long!" 

Gunther knelt down between her legs and slowly lowered himself down on her 
body. He flattened her big tits with his massive chest. His hips moved 
forward and his huge cock-head pressed against her cunt lips. He moved a 
little and his huge cockhead seemed to stretch her cunt lips apart. 

"You're going to get it, bitch," he said. 

"You're going to get every inch of my big cock!" 

He stabbed his prick into her halfway. Already she was stuffed by cock. It 
seemed like his cock was going to come out her ass and break her in half! 

Gunther shoved again and his throbbing prick slid all the way into her. His 
balls slapped her hard. He was all the way inside her. His throbbing prick 
seemed to fill her entire body. 

"Oh fuck," Gunther moaned. "It feels so good and tight, bitch. I've dreamed 
about this for so long. It feels so damn nice." 

Gunther began fucking her in hard, deep strokes and it sent shivers all 
through her body. She fought against the feelings. She thought about all the 
horrible things she had ever heard in her life. It did some good, but she 
didn't know how long it was going to last. There was something about his 
cock that made her feel like an animal. 

Jane knew she had to do something. She couldn't just stay there and give him 
the opportunity to light her fires. She had to get it over with quickly so 
she started bucking her ass up against him. She was ashamed of herself but 
it had to be done. 

Her titties rubbed savagely against his chest as she bucked up. Her nipples 
felt even harder and she could feel her juices starting to flow down her 
creamy thighs. 

"Come in me, you bastard," she groaned. "Come in my pussy. I want to feel it 
inside me!" 

Gunther seemed to lose control at the things she was saying to him. He gave 
a cry and he started fucking her harder. It was like being beaten to death 
with a club but it was still making her feel things she didn't wish to feel. 
She knew that if Gunther lasted much longer, she was going to be in trouble. 

"Come," she whispered. "Shoot your wad, you bastard!" 

"You bitch," he groaned. "You're making me come. Oh shit, it feels good. So 
fucking good. Oh shit, it's nice. I'm going to fucking come. Oh fucking 
shiiiiit!" 

He rammed her as hard as he could and his prick seemed to grow bigger inside 
her and then started exploding in a dozen different directions at once. Her 
cunt was flooded with cum. She couldn't see how any man could have so much. 
He kept sliding his cock into her until the last few drops had filled her. 

He looked at her and smiled. "You beat me that time, bitch. I was too horny. 
But you'll feel it. I'll make you feel the need before I'm through." Jane 
hoped he never would. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Jane awakened in a dark room. Her body was sore and tired and she lay there 
for a moment listening to the sound of the clock ticking. She finally opened 
her eyes and looked around. It was not a nightmare. She was still in the 
same room. 

"Oh damn," she said softly. 

She fought back the tears knowing tears wouldn't do her any good now. She 
moved a little and found that her hands and her legs were still tied down on 
the floor. 

She heard the key in the lock and the door opened. Gunther came in, looking 
cheerful. He brought her breakfast on a tray and put it down on the floor 
beside her. He undid one hand so she could reach it. 

"You're not going to let go?" she said. 

"Of course not," Gunther said. "We're just beginning. You have a lot of 
potential." 

"I hate you," she said. 

"You hate me now," Gunther said. "Someday you will love me and the things I 
do to you." 

"Never," she said. "I hate it and I'll always hate it. Just like my mother." 

"Your mother?" Gunther looked surprised, and then he grinned wickedly. "So 
your mother tells you she hates sex and that makes you hate it too?" 

"That's not what I meant." 

"I think it is," Gunther said. "Oh yes, I think it is. But you'll learn 
better. I promise you." 

"Never," she insisted. 

Gunther seemed to be considering what she had said for a moment then he 
smiled again. He got up and left the room and for a moment she thought all 
the lights had come on at once. Then she realized that Gunther was pulling 
back the heavy curtain that covered one wall. She found herself looking into 
Gunther's living room. 

"This is a one-way mirror," Gunther said out loud. "You can see and hear me 
but I can't see or hear you. I have to make a phone call and then I think 
you'll enjoy my little surprise." 

Gunther went over to a corner of the room and made his phone call. He spoke 
softly and Jane couldn't hear a thing. Gunther hung up the phone and then 
sat down on the couch. He seemed to be waiting for something or somebody. 

He seemed to wait for a long time before there was a timid knock at the 
door. He looked at Jane and he smiled. He got up and went to the door and 
opened it. 

"Hello, Marsha," he said. 

Jane nearly jumped off the floor. It was her mother looking pale and 
worried. She looked right and left before she stepped through the door. 

"I can't believe you called me," she said. "I can't believe it. Not at the 
moment." 

"What's wrong with the moment?" he asked. 

"My daughter's missing. Nobody can find her. She's been missing since 
yesterday." 

"Maybe she decided that she didn't want to get married after all," Gunther 
said. 

"I can't believe that." Marsha did look worried about her daughter. 

Jane was screaming and yelling but they couldn't hear a word she was saying. 
Finally she gave it up. 

"I can't stay," Marsha said, still standing by the door. 

"Why did you come?" he asked. 

"I couldn't believe you'd call me again. It's been a year and you haven't 
even looked my way." 

"I had other interests," Gunther said. 

"Yeah. That cute redhead I saw coming in and out of your house all hours of 
the day and night." 

"You were spying on me?" 

"Of course not." 

"I think you were. I think you were interested in what I was doing. Or who I 
was doing it with." 

"That's not true. I don't even like you very much. I'm going to have to 
leave now." 

"I've been thinking about you a lot lately, Marsha." 

"You have?" 

Marsha had put her hand on the door as if she was actually thinking about 
leaving. But there was something holding her back. Jane had no idea what it 
could be. She didn't even understand why her mother was here. 

"I've been thinking about you a lot," he said. "I've been thinking about 
chewing on your tits." 

"Don't talk like that," Marsha said. 

"I've been thinking about your tits and your ass. It makes me hard just 
thinking about those tits and the way you moved your ass for me. You want to 
feel how hard it is?" 

"Please don't do this to me," Marsha whispered. 

"Why not? You liked it before. You used to scream when I put my big cock in 
your cunt. What's the matter? Don't you like it anymore? Maybe you're 
telling me the truth. Maybe you do want to leave. All right, then. Go ahead 
and leave." 

It took a moment before Marsha answered. "I don't want to leave." 

Jane just could not understand what was going on. This was the mother she 
had respected all her life. Her dumb mother who would have fainted from 
shock at a dirty word in a movie. The same woman who was now listening to 
the sick filth coming out of Gunther's mouth. 

"Come over here," Gunther said, patting the couch. 

She walked to the couch like a zombie. Jane didn't want to watch but she 
couldn't take her eyes off it. Her mother sat down beside Gunther and 
Gunther put his arm around her. He leaned over and whispered something in 
her ear. 

"You're filthy," Marsha said. 

"I know. That's what you love!" 

Suddenly Gunther put his hand behind Marsha's neck and he turned her face 
toward his. He kissed Marsha hard on the mouth. Jane half expected Marsha to 
jump up screaming. Instead the tension seemed to seep out of Marsha's body 
and she pressed herself closer against the big man. 

"Oh hell," Marsha groaned. "I know it's wrong. It's wrong but no man ever 
made me feel the way you do." 

Gunther kept kissing her, slowly pushing her backwards on the couch. He slid 
his hands underneath her and started squeezing her big shapely ass. It 
hadn't taken much to turn Marsha into some kind of moaning animal. 

Jane couldn't believe it was her own mother she was watching! Her mother was 
acting like a whore. 

"Let's get on the floor," Gunther said. "You know how I love to fuck you on 
the floor. It makes you feel like the slut you are." 

"Oh Gunther," Marsha groaned. 

Marsha allowed him to pull her down to the floor. His big hands moved up to 
grip her titties and Marsha groaned savagely as his hands squeezed her 
titties. He kept rubbing his hands back and forth over the twin mounds until 
she was crying out in delight. 

"Take them out, Gunther," she gasped. "Oh shit, I act like a whore when I'm 
around you." 

"You are a whore, baby," Gunther said. "You know you'd fuck anytime I wanted 
you. You'd spread your legs in front of your husband in church if I wanted 
it." 

"Oh yes," she moaned. 

Gunther grabbed the front of her blouse and ripped it all the way down the 
front and revealed her plump tits. Her tits filled her lacy black bra. 

"Don't tear my clothes," Marsha begged. 

"Shut up, you fucking cunt. I'll tear your fucking clothes off and send you 
home naked if I want. I'll walk your ass down the street naked and you won't 
complain." 

"No," Marsha groaned. "I won't complain." 

It was so hard for Jane to believe this was happening. Her mother was acting 
so differently from the way she had always acted. 

Jane was feeling a tingling sensation in her cunt as she watched her 
mother's squirming body. It was even crazier to think that she could get 
turned on watching something this sick. 

"Take those fat tits out," Gunther said. "Do it now, damn you!" 

Marsha was frantically reaching underneath her to get her bra unsnapped. She 
couldn't seem to wait to get her tits freed. She got the hooks undone and 
she pulled the bra off. Her shapely titties popped out of the bra cups. 

"Big fat titties," Gunther said. "That's what I like. Big, fat titties!" 

Gunther jerked the bra off of her. He was practically drooling as he brought 
up his big hands to cup her titties. He leaned over and let his tongue 
caress one rigid nipple. 

"Oh, Gunther," Marsha groaned. "Nobody ever made me feel the way you make me 
feel. It's so good!" 

Jane thought she was going to be sick. Her prim and proper mother was 
behaving like an animal! Marsha reached up for Gunther's head and tried to 
pull his face closer to her titties. 

"Suck me," Marsha groaned. "I want to be sucked. Please suck my titties. It 
makes me feel so good!" 

Gunther opened his mouth. He slowly sucked part of her titty into his mouth. 
He bit down and Marsha squirmed with pleasure. He drew back his head and let 
his tongue run back and forth over her ripe red nipple. 

"You make me so fucking crazy," Marsha screamed. "I've never been with a man 
like you. It makes me crazy!" 

Jane wanted to shut her eyes but she couldn't. She kept watching every lurid 
detail. She was having strange feelings. She almost wanted to touch herself 
as she watched her mother behaving this way. 

Gunther's head started moving from one luscious titty to the next. He was 
sucking and kissing. He made loud noises as his mouth worked and Jane knew 
it was for her benefit. 

Actually, Gunther didn't have to do anything to make her feel crazy. There 
was already a tingling sensation going all the way through her body. Her 
thighs were getting wet from her leaking juices. She wanted to block 
everything out but she couldn't. 

"Suck them harder," Marsha moaned. "Bite me, baby!" 

Gunther growled as he sucked her titties. His head drew back and Jane could 
see the tip of his rough tongue licking her mother's nipple. Marsha was 
squirming all over the floor like a wild woman. 

"It feels so good," Marsha groaned. "Oh shit yeah. You don't know how good 
you're making me feel!" 

Gunther drew his head back again. He kissed her mouth and his hand slipped 
up to her thighs. Marsha didn't protest. She opened her thighs wide and let 
his hand slip up between her thighs. He started moving his hand around 
inside her thighs and Marsha groaned. 

"That's it," Marsha moaned. "Play with my pussy. It makes me feel good. Play 
with my fucking pussy!" 

Gunther pulled his hand away but only long enough to pull her skirt up above 
her thighs. Jane gasped. Her mother had known what was coming and she hadn't 
worn any panties! 

"Spread your legs open wide," Gunther said. 

Marsha spread her legs open wide and Gunther covered her pussy-hole with his 
big hand. Jane could see his middle finger sliding into her pussy. He 
started moving his finger in very quickly and Marsha was squirming all over 
the floor in pleasure. Finally he took his hand out from between her legs. 
He had a funny smile on his face as he placed his broad hands between her 
legs and spread her legs even wider. He bent down and pressed his lips 
against the entrance to her cunt. 

"You know what that does to me," Marsha moaned. "Oh shit, you know that 
makes me crazy!" 

He only laughed as he pressed his face tightly against her cunt. Jane 
couldn't believe what she was seeing. His tongue slid into her mother's cunt 
and she could actually see his tongue moving. 

"Play with my ass," Marsha groaned. "You know how I love for you to put your 
finger in my ass!" 

Gunther slid his hands underneath her and his big hands lifted her off the 
floor. He started moving his head and Jane knew what he was doing-he was 
shoving his tongue savagely into her mother's cunt. 

Marsha slid her hands down on top of his head, pulling at his hair. Her body 
had already moved all over the living room rug and she was trembling all 
over. 

"I'm getting so close," Marsha groaned. "So fucking close." 

"Not yet, babe," Gunther said. 

Gunther took his head out from between her legs despite the way she 
protested. He rolled over onto his back and took her hand, pressing it to 
his bloated cockhead. 

"Show me what I've taught you, baby," he said. "Show me how you can suck 
cock!" 

Jane could feel a dryness in her throat as she watched. Her mother put her 
hand on his cock and caressed the length of his prick with her long fingers. 
She was shaking as she finally pulled down his zipper and slipped her hand 
inside and pulled out his cock. 

"I love your cock," Marsha moaned. "You don't know what you do to me when 
you keep it away from me!" 

Marsha closed her fingers around the base of his cock. She began moving her 
hand up and down and Jane watched his prick get even bigger. 

Finally Marsha bent her head down and touched her tongue to the swollen head 
of his prick. She licked all over the head of his cock and then opened her 
mouth a little wider. She started sucking his big cock into her mouth. 

"Oh yeah, Marsha," he groaned. "That's what I like. Now you're making me 
feel fucking good!" 

Marsha's lips got wider as she started sucking even harder at his big prick. 
She was taking his prick deep inside her mouth, bobbing her head. She would 
bring her head back all the way and then cram his cockmeat back into her 
throat again. 

He finally pulled her head away and finished undressing himself. Then he 
pushed Marsha over onto her back, spreading her legs wide as he moved over 
her. 

"What do you want, baby?" he asked her. 

"I want your big cock," she moaned. "I want your big cock inside me bad!" 

He slipped his hands underneath her and lifted her off the floor. He pushed 
his cock between the lips of her pussy and gave a soft cry as he rammed his 
prick all the way into her tight pussy. Marsha began moving her ass 
immediately. 

"Fuck me," she moaned. "I love your big cock. Fuck me good. It makes me feel 
good!" 

He began to fuck her with deep, savage thrusts. He drove his prick all the 
way inside her and she cried out with pleasure. He pulled back a little and 
drove it into her again. Then his ass began to move like a stroking piston. 

"Lift your legs, cunt," he said. "Wrap them around my back!" 

Marsha lifted her plump legs and locked them tightly around his broad back. 
He began to plow into her pussy even harder. There was a look of pure animal 
pleasure on Marsha's face. 

"I'm going to fucking come," Marsha screamed. "Oh shit, your cock feels so 
good inside me. I'm going to fucking cum. Shiiit!" 

He rammed it into her harder as Marsha's body started twisting all over the 
floor. Marsha kept groaning with pleasure each time a spasm shook her body. 
Finally she seemed to relax completely. 

"Keep moving that ass, baby," he groaned. "Don't you stop. Keep moving that 
fucking ass!" 

She kept jerking her ass as she took his rock-hard prick deeper inside her. 
Now it was Gunther's turn to make gasping noises as he rammed her pussy. His 
swollen prick was going deep inside Marsha each time he rammed home. 

"Oh fucking shit," Gunther groaned. "Fucking shit. I'm going to come. I'm 
going to fucking come. Oh fucking shiiiit!" 

He took his prick out of her suddenly and his thick white cum started 
splashing all over Marsha's belly and tits. Jane wanted to stop watching but 
she couldn't. She knew that Gunther was doing it for her benefit, showing 
her just how depraved her mother was. 

Jane wondered if she was going to end up like her mother, crawling on a 
floor and begging a man for more cock. Jane hoped not, she really did. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Jane couldn't eat her breakfast after her mother left. She didn't think she 
would ever eat again. She saw Gunther smiling as he closed the curtains and 
left her in the dark again. 

Music started playing automatically. It was soft, soothing music but she 
didn't think it would put her to sleep if that was his idea. Nothing would. 
She was angry and hurt and confessed. 

Gunther came back into the room. He had put on his shorts and she was glad 
of that. But she wasn't glad he had a needle in his hand. He bent down and 
pricked her arm slightly. 

"You didn't sleep well last night," he said. "This will make you sleep for 
the rest of the afternoon. I hope you have nice dreams. I have plans for you 
tonight." 

She went to sleep worried about those plans he might have for her. She 
didn't have any dreams, at least she couldn't remember them if she did. She 
opened her eyes and she didn't even know how long she had been asleep. 

He must have known exactly when she was going to wake up because just then 
he came into the room holding another tray. She was hungry but she wasn't 
going to eat. He could make her do lots of things but he couldn't make her 
eat. 

"I'm going to let you sit up and then walk around a little," he said. "Maybe 
I'll let you sleep on the bed tonight if you're a real good little girl." 

"You go to hell," Jane said. 

"Such language from such a pretty young lady," Gunther said. "I don't like 
to hear it." 

"I don't give a damn what you don't like," she said. 

Gunther's hand came around in a savage swing and nearly took the top of her 
head off. She was dizzy for a moment. He bent down and unhooked the chains 
that held her arms and legs. He carefully picked her up off the floor. 

"Just walk around a little," he said. 

She walked around with him holding her. He was gentle now and it was like he 
hadn't hit her at all. Sometimes he didn't seem like the same man. Her body 
ached more than she thought it ever could. She had to stop for a moment or 
two. Then the strength started returning to her arms and legs. 

"Have some of the roast beef," he said. "It's very good. Just enjoy your 
food for a moment." 

He had made a serious mistake and she spotted it immediately. He had also 
brought her a cup of hot coffee. It was sitting on the edge of the tray. 

"I think I am hungry," she said. 

She trembled as she sat down on the edge of the bed and he gave the tray to 
her. She picked up the black coffee and took a sip. She pretended to be 
enjoying the taste but she was actually waiting for him to come closer. 

He got close enough and she moved quickly. She flung the contents of the 
coffee cup directly into his face. He screamed in pain and covered his face. 

She ran past him and heard him screaming at her as she darted through the 
door and into the hallway. She turned left and found herself in the living 
room. She reached the door in a moment but she couldn't get it open. 

"Oh damn," she said. 

She felt panic as she fumbled with the knob but she couldn't get it open. 
She finally gave it up. There had to be a back door and she was sure she 
would have better luck with it. 

Gunther was standing in the doorway she had just come through. He was still 
holding his face and she dodged past him and ran down the long hallway. She 
entered the kitchen. The back door was half open. She couldn't believe her 
luck. 

"Come back here, bitch!" Gunther screamed. 

She rushed through the back door. She tried to remember what the back of 
Gunther's house looked like. She knew it was wooded, but she also remembered 
the gate she had come through. She could get back into her own back yard 
quickly. She reached the gate in just a few seconds, but just a few seconds 
was already too late. She was reaching for the gate when she heard the sound 
of his heavy breathing behind her. 

She dodged around and his big hands just missed her. She started running in 
the other direction. In a few moments she was in the wooded area behind the 
house. 

"Come on back, honey," she heard him scream. "You'd better come back." 

Jane didn't answer, she just kept running. She had grown up in this area but 
somehow she couldn't remember where she was. All she knew was that she had 
to keep running. 

She was going through a really woody area now. Trees were almost reaching 
out for her and she was being scratched by branches. Finally she had to 
stop. She listened for sounds and she heard nothing. 

She took a couple of deep breaths and she tried to remember exactly where 
she was. She remembered that she could reach the road just by walking off to 
the right. She breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't catch her now. She was 
free. 

She turned in what she thought was the right direction. Then, abruptly 
something heavy hit her in the back and knocked all the breath out of her. 
She suddenly found herself on her knees shaking her head to clear the 
cobwebs. 

"Bitch!" Gunther said. "You stupid bitch. You burnt me. You hurt me. I'm 
going to make you pay for that, bitch." 

Gunther was shaking with anger. He grabbed her arms and smashed his fist 
into her stomach. She bent over double and he smashed his fist into her 
stomach again. She couldn't seem to catch her breath. He turned her around 
and let his hand slap against her ass-cheeks. 

"You stupid bitch," Gunther said. "Stupid bitch!" 

"I'm sorry," she moaned. "Oh shit, I'm sorry." 

"Not half as sorry as you're going to be," Gunther said. 

Gunther jerked her hands behind her and he wrapped her arms tightly. He 
forced her down to her knees and smashed her face against the ground. 

He reached down and unzipped his trousers. He fished out his hard, throbbing 
cock. He didn't give her any time to get ready for it this time. He was like 
a savage animal that had been burnt and wanted revenge. 

"You fucking bitch," he moaned. 

He slammed it into her hard and she gasped because his prick went into her 
moist pussy so deep. He left it inside her without moving for a moment then 
he pulled it out of her. She was surprised. She had thought he was going to 
fuck her hard. 

"No, not me," he said. "Not this time. You deserve something else and I know 
what." 

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked. 

"I'm going to teach you a fucking lesson," he answered her. 

Just the sound of his voice told her that Gunther was still shaking with 
anger. He grabbed her by her hair and jerked her to her feet. He started 
pulling her back toward the house and in a few minutes he had reached the 
front door. 

He took her inside and turned before she was ready for it. His huge hand 
knocked her back against the cabinets. He took an empty soda bottle out a 
carton on the floor. 

"What are you doing with that?" she asked. 

"I'm going to teach you a lesson, bitch," he said "I'm going to teach you a 
lesson you won't forget!" 

He looked mean as hell as he took her back into the bedroom. He knocked her 
down on her back and tied her down to the bed with her legs spread open 
wide. He was still naked and his cock was hard as rock and dripping cum. 

He sat down beside her, rubbing the tip of the bottle down her belly and 
jabbing it at her navel. He moved it a little lower until the bottle was 
rubbing at her pubic hairs. 

"What are you doing with me?" she asked. "What are you going to do with that 
bottle?" 

"Haven't you ever been fucked by a bottle before?" he asked. 

"Oh no," she whispered. 

He was laughing at her. He brought the bottle between her legs. It felt cold 
and she tried to jerk away. She wasn't afraid of the bottle hurting her. It 
was just that she didn't want to be degraded this way. It seemed so sick. 

"Don't do this to me," she whispered. "I'm sorry I did that. I was just hurt 
and scared. Don't do this to me." 

He wasn't listening. He had a wild gleam in his eye as he brought the bottle 
between her legs. He pushed the tip of the bottle against her moist cunt. 

"I knew this would degrade you," he said. "I bet you were the type who never 
played with her own pussy!" 

He shoved half the bottle up into her cunt and moved it around inside her 
before he shoved it a little more. The thick part of the bottle was at her 
cunt. He kept moving it around. 

It was the strangest feeling June had ever had. The cold glass was rubbing 
against her clitty, sending funny little shivers through her. She could see 
his angry face. He was right. She knew she was learning a lesson she 
wouldn't forget. 

"I'm sorry," she said. "I really am sorry. I won't do anything like that 
again. I mean it!" 

He started working the bottle in and out of her cunt. She knew she was going 
to throw up, and yet there was still that same sensation of aching deep in 
her pussy. 

He took the bottle out of her cunt and she breathed a sigh of relief. He 
brought the mouth of the bottle back up her body and up to her mouth. 

"Lick your own juices off," he said. 

She looked at him in shock. He dropped a hand between her legs and started 
squeezing. She felt the quick pain in her pussy and it was a funny feeling 
mixed with everything else she was feeling. 

She opened her mouth and he shoved the coke bottle into her lips. She had to 
suck her own juices off. She sucked and licked the coke bottle until he was 
happy it was clean. 

He brought the coke bottle back down her body and placed it between her wide 
open thighs. This time he wasn't gentle as he crammed it into her cunt. He 
drove it deep and made her squeal with surprise. 

"This time you're going to fucking get it, cunt," he groaned. "This time 
you're going to get really fucked!" 

He started ramming the bottle in and out of her cunt and her cunt started 
getting wet from dripping juice. She didn't like the sensations going 
through her. She was fighting the feelings but it was hard. Just the edge of 
the bottle rubbing against her cunt was making her shiver with pleasure. 

He put his other hand underneath her and started playing with her 
ass-cheeks. He spread one of her ass-cheeks with his fingers and suddenly 
rammed a finger up into her ass-hole all the way to his knuckle. 

"How do you like that, baby?" he asked her. "How do you like having that 
finger up your ass?" 

"I don't like it," she whispered. 

"Oh yes you do, baby," he told her. "You just haven't admitted it to 
yourself. You love being treated like an animal!" 

Jane tried to twist away but he kept cramming the coke bottle deep into her 
cunt. She felt the edge of the bottle rubbing against her clitty, sending 
funny sensations through her body. She was glad when he finally took the 
coke out. 

"Now let's see if you're ready for a real cock, baby," he said. "Let's see 
if you're ready to take a real big cock!" 

He let his weight down on top of her and she felt crushed by it. He moved up 
slightly until his swollen cockhead was rubbing against her cunt. 

"Do you want it, baby?" he asked her. 

"No, you bastard," she answered. 

"Then I'll give you the bottle back," he told her. "Would you like that?" 

"No, please," she begged. 

"Then tell me you want it, baby," he told her. "Beg me for that big cock of 
mine. Beg me. 

It sickened her to do as he asked but she could see no way out of it. She 
didn't want that bottle back inside her cunt again. She started moving her 
ass a little. 

"I want your cock," she said. "I want your cock inside me. Not a damned 
bottle. Do it to me!" 

He moved forward only a little and let his cock rest halfway inside her. She 
had already been turned on by his savage treatment and now there was an 
itchy excitement running all through her cunt. 

"Sweet fucking bitch," he groaned. "You sweet fucking bitch. This time I'm 
going to give you all my cock!" 

He didn't put his cock inside her yet. Instead he rubbed his fat cockhead up 
and down the entrance to her cunt until she was dripping with juice. Then he 
reached underneath her again and lifted her half off the bed, stuffing a 
pillow underneath her ass. 

He took his hands out from underneath and cupped her titties for a few 
moments. His hot hands made her ache, she couldn't deny that. He gave her an 
itchy pleasure as he caressed her. 

"I'm going to fuck you silly," he said. "I'm going to make you remember me 
for a long time." 

Jane couldn't say anything as he slowly pushed his prick all the way into 
her. His balls rested against her ass-cheeks and it seemed like his big cock 
was filling her even more than before. 

"I'm going to make you a whore like your mother," Gunther said. "I'm going 
to make you beg for my cock!" 

"Never," she whispered. 

He only laughed as if he knew it wasn't true. She was trying not to think 
about her mother and the things she had seen her do. It was disgusting! It 
was also frightening because she kept thinking that she had those same 
feelings inside herself. 

Gunther stopped playing with her tits. He raised himself up and pulled his 
cock halfway out of her. Then he slammed his prick back into her with such 
force that it took her breath away. 

"Now I'm going to fucking show you, bitch," he groaned. "I'm going to wear 
your fucking ass out!" 

She had never been fucked as savagely as she was about to get fucked. 
Gunther was angry but he was also horny as hell. He wanted to make her feel 
his cock all over her body and he almost did. 

He started fucking her with deep, powerful thrusts. It felt like his 
cockhead was going all the way through her and tear a hole out her ass-hole. 

"You are a sweet bitch," Gunther groaned. "You have a sweet fucking pussy!" 

Gunther didn't care about her needs. He wasn't trying to get her hot this 
time, she could tell. He was simply trying to get rid of his bitter anger by 
driving into her harder with each powerful thrust. 

"Feel it, bitch?" Gunther said. "Feel my cock! I fucked your mother and I'm 
fucking you. I'm going to make you love it just like your cunt-faced 
mother!" 

It didn't seem possible but he seemed to be ramming her even harder. His 
heavy balls made loud slapping noises as he fucked her. His cock and balls 
seemed thicker and heavier. 

"Fucking cunt-face," he groaned. "I'm going to fill up your fucking pussy 
this time. I'm going to fill your fucking cunt. You fucking cuuunt!" 

This time Gunther rammed her deep and stopped. His big prick got even bigger 
inside her and the first few drops filled her cunt and then he started 
spurting thick wads of cockcream. She kept moving her ass because she didn't 
want him to get angry at her. She moved it as fast as she could and she very 
slowly drained his cock completely dry. Finally he gave a shuddering gasp 
and pulled his cock out of her. 

"You fucking bitch," Gunther said. "You hurt me a little. Well, you'll pay 
for that." 

"How?" she asked. 

"The same way you've been paying for it. You're going to pay and fuck and 
suck my cock until I'm tired of you. Then I'm going to turn you over to 
whoever I please!" 

Jane shuddered at the thought. She tried to think of some way to convince 
him to let her go, but she couldn't. Then he was gone and she was left alone 
in the dark. 

She was wondering what was going to come next. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Gunther still looked angry when he came into her room the next morning. He 
was holding a bundle wrapped in brown paper but she couldn't see what it 
was. He kept a careful eye on her as he undid her arms and her legs. 

"You're going to take a shower now," he said. 

"Please, won't you let me go?" she begged him. 

"Everybody's looking for you," Gunther said. "They all want to find you but 
they're helpless until I let you go. Now do as you're told." 

Again her arms and legs were sore and painful to move. He helped her into 
the shower and stood near while she scrubbed and soaped herself. Jane kept 
scrubbing herself for what seemed like hours and he watched. She finally 
felt clean and she got out and dried herself off. 

This time she ate the breakfast he had prepared for her. She was half 
starved and she found out that Gunther was a good cook. 

Gunther took her back to the same room. He clamped his big hand on the back 
of her neck and squeezed until she felt the pain all over her body. 

"On your knees, little cunt," Gunther said. 

She fell down on her knees and Gunther fastened a leather collar around her 
neck. He attached a silver chain to the collar. The chain was long enough to 
reach the brackets in the wall. 

"This way you can move around," Gunther said. "But you won't be going very 
far. Not far at all." 

He laughed as he sat down on the edge of the plush bed. He was holding the 
bundle and looking at it as if it were something magic. She could feel a 
choking sensation all over her body. 

"What's in the bundle?" she asked. 

He dropped the package at her feet and she bent down and undid the string. 
She was surprised as she opened the bundle. It was her cheerleading outfit 
from high school. It was the one that was supposed to be hanging at the back 
of her closet. She looked up at him. 

"How did you get this?" 

"From your mother," he answered her. "She gave it to me when I told her that 
I liked cheerleaders. She offered to put it on for me. She did, in fact, but 
she won't look as good in it as you will. Put it on for me." 

"I won't," Jane said. 

"You will do exactly as I say," Gunther said. "I'm not a patient man and I'm 
mad at you already. Do what I say." 

"No!" she said. 

Gunther smiled and she didn't like the look of it. He stood up and took off 
his heavy studded belt. He folded it and slapped it against the palm of his 
hand. 

"How long has it been since your daddy whipped you for being a bad girl? A 
long time, I think. It's about time you learned to be obedient." 

"You wouldn't dare," she said. 

She had underestimated Gunther. He would do anything he wanted. His eyes 
were angry as he walked toward her. Jane backed away as far as the chain 
around her neck would allow. 

"One last time," he said. "Are you going to put it on?" 

"No," she answered. 

He swung the belt savagely and it hit her leg. She gasped at the quick pain 
that shot through her body. He changed hands and brought the folded end of 
the belt across her ass-cheeks. That hurt like hell and she tried to wiggle 
away but she soon found out that there was no getting away from him. 

She could move all around him but she couldn't escape from him and all the 
time the belt kept swinging. Finally the pain was getting really bad and she 
found herself sobbing for breath. 

"Stop, damn it," she moaned. "Please stop." 

"When you agree to do as I want," he said. "I'll put it on," she said. "Damn 
it. I'll put it on." 

"That's better," Gunther said. 

Gunther's voice was soft again. He put his belt back on and it was like 
nothing had ever happened. He walked over to the bed and stretched out on 
top of it, his hands behind his head. 

"Go ahead," he said. 

So many things had happened to her lately. It seemed crazy that she would 
rather be naked than put clothes on. Yet, it seemed that she would be even 
sexier if she put the clothes on. Still, she had no choice. 

He hadn't brought her any under things. She pulled the sweater with the big 
letter A stitched across her big tit. Then she pulled on the skirt and 
zipped it up. She had to sit down to put on the knee socks and tennis shoes. 
When she finally stood back up she felt even more naked than before. 

Gunther produced a small radio and he turned it on. She quickly realized it 
wasn't really a radio but a tape recorder. There were sounds on it. Music 
and cheering. It was a recording of one of her football games. 

"What do you want now?" she asked. 

"I want you to do some cheers for me," Gunther said. "I want you to do some 
cheers just for me." 

She thought it was stupid but she knew he was serious. He wanted her to do 
some of her old high school cheers. She had no choice. She started doing one 
of the simple ones that required little dance steps. She was very aware of 
her titties bouncing underneath her sweater as she moved. She could taste 
sweat on her lower lip. Always she had enjoyed doing this. It had been kind 
of a sexual performance for the men, but now she was fighting the feelings 
of pleasure. 

"Yeah," Gunther said. "Move your ass. Dance for me." 

The cheering and the music seemed to spread warmth through her body and she 
danced faster. She was feeling sweat on the inside of her thighs and she 
moved closer. It was a mistake because Gunther had already lost control of 
himself. 

"Come here, bitch," he yelled. 

He grabbed her and pulled her to the bed. She was sitting in his lap and he 
was rubbing his swollen prick against her ass-cheeks. He kissed her mouth 
and she realized that he was really turned on. He had lost control of 
himself. This was probably some sort of fantasy come true for him. 

"You sweet bitch," he groaned. 

His mouth was very wet as he kissed her mouth and started stabbing his 
tongue into her lips. She found herself wiggling a little. She had been 
fighting the feelings for hours but now they were spreading through her body 
like a burning fire. 

"Damn you," she whispered. 

She was kissing him back. She was pushing her tongue into his mouth and 
rubbing her tongue against his. Her ass was squirming a little faster 
against his stiffened cock. 

"You like it, baby," he said. "You like my cock. I told you that you would 
like it." 

It was the wrong thing for him to say. She started fighting those feelings 
again and she made her body cold. She tried to move away from him but he 
held her firmly. 

"So you're still playing the original ice bitch," he said. "Well, I've got 
other plans for you." 

He pulled her sweater up and over her head so that she was left in only the 
skirt. He bent down and his wet lips touched her nipple gently. He took one 
of her hard nipples into his mouth and began sucking on it. 

"Don't do that," she said. "Oh, you fucking bastard!" 

She didn't like it at all. She could feel the spasms of pleasure going 
through her as he sucked. It made her nervous. She kept trying to push his 
head away. 

He let her push him away and he took her hand and pulled it down to his 
prick. She moved her hand away. She still had a lot of resistance but this 
time it was only going to get her in serious trouble. 

"Fucking bitch," he said. "I'm tired of fighting with you." 

He swung his hand hard. Jane tried to duck out of the way but she couldn't 
escape. His hand caught her along the cheeks and knocked her onto the floor. 
He grabbed both sides of her head and spread his legs wide, jerking her face 
up between his legs. 

"You know what you're going to do now?" he asked. 

"No," she answered. 

"You're going to suck my cock, cunt. You're going to suck my cock until I 
come. I'm going to shoot my wad into your mouth and you're going to swallow 
it." 

She had never heard of anything more disgusting. There had been things like 
that written on bathroom walls at school but she had never actually 
considered the possibility that someone might really want something like 
that. 

"I couldn't do that," she said. "You are going to do it," Gunther said. 
"You're going to start by licking my cock." 

"No," she said. 

Gunther reached down and grabbed her by her hair. He twisted the strands of 
her hair around his fingers. She tried to move away but she was too slow. He 
jerked her head back and she thought her neck was going to snap. 

"Lick it, bitch," Gunther said. "Lick it, or I'm going to break your fucking 
neck!" 

"I'll lick it," she whispered. 

She couldn't stand pain. She would agree to almost anything to keep him from 
hurting her. Gunther released her head and she bent over his cock again. 
There was a nervous feeling in her stomach as she looked over his hard cock. 

She had seen it before but never this close. She could see it pulsating and 
she thought about what it was going to taste like when she put her tongue 
against it. She hoped she could stand it. 

She moved her head closer and pushed her tongue at the end of his cock. Her 
tongue tasted his cockmeat and she drew her head back. She was frightened of 
it. She was trembling all over because she didn't want to do it and she was 
afraid not to. 

"Lick it, cunt," Gunther groaned. "Take it in your fucking mouth and lick it 
all over!" 

Again she let her tongue run over the swollen cockhead. She let her tongue 
run back and forth until she was tasting his salty cockmeat and she could 
feel the tension going up in his body. 

She could feel her heart pounding as she bent her head lower. She started 
using her tongue around the ridge of his prick. Her tongue licked all around 
the rigid crown. She drew her head back and licked her lips. 

"Lick it all over, bitch," he said. "You know you enjoy it. Lick my fucking 
cock all over!" 

She bent her head again and started licking the underside of his prick. She 
licked all the way down to his big balls then pulled her head back and 
licked up to his crown again. Her tongue licked every inch of his big cock 
all the way between his balls and his throbbing cockhead. 

"You're doing all right now, bitch," he groaned. "Now you're fucking doing 
what I want!" 

She opened her mouth a little wider this time and somehow got his swollen 
prick into her mouth. She captured his prickhead on her tongue and kept it 
there. 

She knew she couldn't keep it there forever but just the feel of his swollen 
cockhead frightened her. She took a deep breath and started sucking a 
little. 

His throbbing cock went inside her mouth and slid over her tongue and into 
the hollow of her mouth. She held it there for a moment, his hot throbbing 
prick seeming to be sending powerful throbbing motions through her. 

"Your mouth is nice, bitch," he told her. 

"I'm going to teach you to give fucking head. I'm going to make you the best 
fucking head giver of all time!" 

Her body shook. He grabbed the back of her head and started pushing a little 
more. She felt his prick being forced into the back of her throat. 

"Suck it, bitch," he told her. "You can take it. Suck every inch of my 
swollen prick. You know you can take it. Take every fucking inch of it!" 

He kept shoving his cock savagely into her mouth, shoving until his 
rock-hard prick was at the back of her throat. He pulled back a little and 
then rammed his cock between her lips again. He gave one more shove and his 
prick seemed to go all the way into the back of her throat. She tasted a 
little of his dripping cum. 

"Now you've got it, cunt," he said. "I've got my fucking cock in your mouth. 
See, you can take it, baby!" 

She thought she was going to choke. She had trouble breathing around the 
enormous cockmeat inside her mouth. She tried to pull her head back but he 
wouldn't allow her to. 

He was going to make her do as he wanted. He grabbed the back of her head a 
little harder and she could smell the strong aroma of his salty cockmeat. 

"Do it, bitch," he said. "Suck it, bitch. I want you to tajce it in your 
mouth and suck the shit out of it." 

Jane had no choice. She opened her mouth slightly and again took the head of 
his cock on her tongue. She could feel him pulling at her head and she had 
to open her mouth wider. His swollen prickhead was on her tongue. 

She could feel the pounding all through her body. Some of his salty cum 
bubbled out onto her tongue and she swallowed it feeling the jism going all 
the way down to her belly. 

"That's what I want, bitch," he said. "Now take it a little deeper. I could 
fuck you in the mouth all night. Come on and suck it good!" 

He jabbed his hips forward and his cock went a little deeper into her mouth. 
His swollen prick was about halfway inside her mouth and he was moving it 
around in a wide circle. He was making her taste his cock as she'd never 
tasted anything before. A couple of times she thought she was going to gag 
but she somehow held on. 

"Just keep sucking, babe," Gunther said. "You can do it. Take it deep and 
suck like that. Oh shit, that's nice!" 

His cockhead pushed against the insides of her cheeks and she closed her 
eyes and sucked a little harder. His prick went in deeper until almost all 
of his cock was inside her mouth. 

"That's what I fucking like," he groaned. "Oh shit, that does feel good!" 

He began fucking her mouth. He kept his hold on the back of her head and he 
started moving his hips. His fat cockhead moved over her silken tongue and 
into the back of her throat. She kept taking quick breaths as he pulled 
back. 

"This is what I fucking like," Gunther groaned. "I'm going to teach you to 
like it. You're going to give head like a fucking whore. You're going to be 
great at it, bitch!" 

He slid his hands down to fondle her tits. She didn't draw back. He no 
longer had to push his hips because she had established a slow rhythm using 
her head. 

Jane was taking his prick deep inside her mouth and then slowly pulling her 
head back. She allowed her lips to tighten around his cockflesh and she kept 
using her tongue and teeth to add to his excitement. She didn't know why but 
she wanted him to enjoy it. It was a crazy mixture of fear and pleasure. He 
was completely her master at that moment. 

He moved his hands back to her head and took two good handfuls of her hair 
and started directing her head a little faster. Already the cum that dripped 
into her mouth was getting thicker. She knew he was getting very close. 

"I want you to swallow it, bitch," he said. "I want you to swallow it all. I 
want you to swallow every fucking drop. Shit, bitch. Oh fucking shiiiit!" 

Gunther rammed her mouth hard and his prick went all the way inside her 
mouth and she could feel the tension in his balls. His cum started 
splattering off the roof of her mouth and she had to swallow quickly to keep 
from gagging but she still couldn't get it all. 

His cum started dripping out of the corners of her mouth. He had so much 
fucking cum that it was filling her mouth. She kept sucking and swallowing 
until he finally pulled his prick out of her lips. He was still coming a 
little and his cum wet her face and around her mouth. He finally took a 
handful of her hair and started wiping his half hard cock. 

"You did good, baby," he said. "You really did good. I told you that you 
were a natural. You're going to be the best fucking cock-sucker in the 
world!" 

All she knew was that she would be tasting his slimy cum for a long time. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Jane knew that Gunther was still very angry at her and yet he was acting 
amused by something. He brought her breakfast to her that morning and she 
had to eat. She was famished. 

"You need a shower," he said. "Or maybe a nice, long bath. I'll run it for 
you and you can soak while I make some phone calls." 

"What phone calls?" she asked suspiciously. 

"You should learn to trust me," he said. 

"I hate you," she said. 

He shook his head sadly and took the breakfast tray away. Then he went into 
the bathroom where he filled the tub. He walked her to the bathroom and then 
shut and locked the door behind her. 

Jane had nothing else to do so she soaked for a long time. It made her feel 
almost human. She got out and dried herself off and combed her hair out. She 
was just about finished when Gunther came for her. 

Gunther took her back over to the bed and he made her stretch out on the bed 
in a spread-eagled position. He tied her arms and legs down. 

"What are you doing?" she asked. 

"You're going to see a show this morning," he answered. 

"I saw one of your shows and I didn't like it," she said. 

"You liked it. It excited you. It made you hot and you enjoyed it. You'll 
enjoy this one because you'll be in it." 

"In it?" she asked. 

"Oh yes," he answered her. 

She didn't like the sound of that. She watched Gunther open the curtains so 
that she was again looking into the living room. Gunther shut the door to 
the bedroom and went out front. Again he had to wait a little while but 
finally there was that same timid knock on the door. 

"Come in," Gunther said. 

It was Marsha again. She was dressed in a very pretty skirt and fluffy white 
blouse. It was a Sunday outfit and Jane realized that her mother had been in 
church. 

"You're crazy," Marsha said, flustered. "You can't expect me to come over on 
a Sunday morning. My husband will expect me to be cooking dinner soon." 

"I needed you," he said. 

"You can't expect me to come over every time you call." 

"Then leave. I won't call you again." 

Jane could see the indecision going through her mother's face. Her mother 
did not want to leave. It was the last thing she wanted to do. She was 
afraid of what her husband might do but she was also afraid that Gunther 
really wouldn't call her back. 

Jane didn't understand why Gunther was doing this again. He had already 
proved that he could make her mother behave like a whore. He didn't have 
anything else to prove. 

And Jane couldn't believe that Gunther was that interested in her mother's 
body. Gunther had Jane in the bedroom and he could do anything he wanted to 
her. 

"What do you want?" Marsha asked. 

"You know what I want," Gunther answered. "Come over here and sit down." 

Marsha walked over and sat down beside him. Gunther didn't grab her right 
away. Instead he reached down and picked up a book off the table. He handed 
it to Marsha and Marsha's hands trembled as she held the book. She opened it 
to the first page. 

"This is disgusting," Marsha said. 

"Look at every picture," Gunther said. 

Gunther reached over and casually pulled up her mother's skirt. He put one 
hand on her naked thigh as she kept looking through the pictures. Marsha's 
face flushed with excitement and fear. 

"Why are you making me look at these?" Marsha asked. 

"I thought you might be interested." 

"In women together? I'm not interested in anything like that. It's 
disgusting." 

Gunther's face clouded over with anger. He got up and walked around the room 
without looking at Marsha. Jane knew he was acting. She wondered why her 
mother couldn't tell. But Marsha looked as if she was frightened that she 
had upset him. 

"What's the matter?" Marsha asked. "I haven't made you angry? I'll look at 
your book." 

"I want you to do more than that," Gunther said. 

"I don't understand," Marsha said. 

"Those pictures. I'd like to see something like that. I've always wanted to 
see something like that." 

A look of horror came over Marsha's face. She looked actually sick. She 
swallowed and shook her head. Jane was proud of her. Her mother wasn't going 
to go along with anything like that. 

"You mean with me and another woman?" Marsha asked. "Yes," he answered. 

"No," she said firmly. "I couldn't do that. Not ever. I couldn't do that 
even for you." 

"All right," Gunther said softly. "I won't ask it. I won't ask anything out 
of you anymore. Why don't you go home to your husband and fix his dinner?" 

"You mean right now?" she asked. "But I thought... I mean, I thought you 
wanted to do something." 

"You stupid cunt!" Gunther said. "I want a woman who's willing to do 
anything for me. I can find those women. I thought I'd give you another 
chance. But you don't like it, so I'll find another fucking cunt. A cunt who 
knows her place." 

"Please don't make me leave," Marsha begged. 

Jane hated seeing her mother so humiliated. There were tears in her mother's 
eyes as she begged Gunther. Marsha dropped down on her knees and wrapped her 
arms around Gunther's legs. 

"Please don't make me leave," Marsha said. "Please don't. I'll do anything 
you want." 

"Anything?" 

"Yes," Marsha said. "I'll do it if you want!" 

"You're making me hard, baby," Gunther said. "You're making my cock hard 
just thinking about it!" 

Marsha moved her face around until she pressed her cheek against his rigid 
prick. Marsha seemed to enjoy what she was doing. She turned her face so 
that her lips pressed the big bulge in his trousers. 

"You know I'll do anything for you, baby," Marsha said. 

Marsha slipped her hands up to his big cock and started rubbing his prick 
through his trousers. Gunther groaned. Marsha's fingers found his zipper and 
she pulled it down. She slipped her hand inside the small opening and 
released his cock. 

"Your cock is so beautiful," she said. "It makes me shiver all over just to 
look at it. It makes my pussy hot!" 

Marsha lowered her head and licked gently at the swollen prickhead. Her 
tongue moved around the crown and then she slowly licked the swollen crown 
into her mouth. She had her eyes closed as she deep-throated the big cock, 
keeping it deep inside her throat for what seemed like a long time. 

"You do give good head, baby," Gunther said. "You make me feel fucking 
good!" 

Marsha seemed determined to satisfy him. She started moving her head up and 
down and using her lips to suck at him tighter. Her tongue was moving around 
in her mouth as she sucked him. 

"That's enough, baby," Gunther said. "That's enough for right now. You get 
undressed now." 

Marsha looked frightened but she nodded her head. She got up and started 
undressing as Gunther left the room. Gunther came into the bedroom. 

"What are you going to do?" Jane asked. "You don't think my mother's going 
to do anything to me, do you? Not even you can make her do-that." 

"You're right," Gunther said. "She wouldn't. But she's not going to know 
it's you." 

Jane started to say something else but Gunther had stuffed cotton into her 
mouth and wrapped a strap around her face so that she couldn't say anything 
above a whisper. 

"That's just to keep you quiet, honey," Gunther said. "I don't want you 
yelling out to her!" 

Jane wondered how he was going to keep her mother from seeing Jane but she 
soon found out that he had it all prepared. He was holding a kind of mask 
when he walked back into the living room. 

"What's that for?" Marsha asked, alarmed. 

"You're going to put this on. Don't worry. It will just cover your eyes. 
You'll be able to do plenty of work with your tongue and lips." 

Jane was silently pleading with her mother not to put that mask on. She knew 
what it would mean. Gunther had planned everything down to the last detail. 
She could tell her mother that it was Jane, and her mother wouldn't be able 
to see what she was doing. 

Marsha put on the mask. Gunther adjusted it and it was obvious that she 
couldn't see anything. 

"This is silly," Marsha said. "Why can't I see?" 

"I have my reasons," Gunther said. 

Gunther took Marsha by the hand and led her into the bedroom. Jane 
frantically jerked at the bonds that held her. She tried to speak to her 
mother but she couldn't say anything. 

"Sit down here," Gunther told Marsha. 

Marsha sat down on the edge of the bed. Marsha gave Gunther her hand and 
Gunther directed her fingers to Jane's titty. Marsha gave a soft little gasp 
as her fingertips came into contact with Jane's nipple. 

"Do you know what you're playing with?" Gunther asked. 

"Yes," Marsha answered. "Another woman's titty." 

"That's right," Gunther said. "Now I'm going to leave you for a few minutes. 
You take your time and play with this young woman. Have fun with her." 

But Gunther didn't leave the room. Instead he moved away and stood watching. 
He had his arms folded and a smile on his face. Jane struggled to be free of 
the bonds that held her. She was frantic, especially as her mother's fingers 
slowly stroked her nipples. 

"I don't know who you are," Marsha said. "I don't care. Your tit feels 
nice!" 

Jane could only make noises as her mother put both her hands on Jane's 
titties. Marsha's fingers stroked the nipples until they were both red and 
swollen. 

"You don't talk much but that's all right," Marsha said. "I can tell that 
you're interested!" 

Marsha kept stroking Jane's titties. Finally Marsha lowered her head and 
licked at one of the swollen nipples. Gunther made a sound of encouragement 
and Marsha kept licking. 

She opened her mouth and took the hot pink nipple into her mouth. Jane felt 
so strange with her mother's lips on her nipple. She wanted to move away but 
she also wanted it to continue. It was sending wild feelings of pleasure 
through her body. 

"Nice," Gunther said. "You're making her hot now. Suck her a little harder!" 

Marsha's mouth opened wider. She was sucking harder at the sensitive 
titty-flesh. Jane knew it was sick for her to enjoy it but she still 
couldn't help it. Her body was shaking with excitement-including her pussy. 

Marsha's hands came up Jane's body. She started gently caressing one of 
Jane's nipples while her hungry lips sucked on the other. Gunther was 
evidently enjoying himself. He was rubbing his prick as he watched the 
action. 

"Fucking nice," Gunther said. "This is going to be a great party. A fucking 
great party!" 

Gunther moved closer to the bed. He started putting his hands on Marsha. She 
groaned and squirmed in pleasure. Her lips started to chew at Jane's tits. 

"See, baby?" Gunther said. "See what happens if you're a good girl? Anything 
can happen!" 

Marsha only sucked harder while her hands still played with Jane's body. 
Jane was no longer trying to twist away even though she still thought what 
she was doing was sick. Instead she found herself pushing a little closer. 
It was making her feel good. 

Her mother made sucking noises and that seemed to make Jane hotter than 
before. She shivered a little and Gunther put his hand on the back of 
Marsha's head and pushed down. 

"Suck her really hard," Gunther said. "You know you're enjoying the taste of 
titty. Now suck her really hard!" 

Marsha's mouth opened wider and she seemed to be trying to suck all of 
Jane's titty inside her mouth. At the same time her teeth began clamping 
down a little harder. Jane started raising up so that she was pushing more 
of her titty into her mother's mouth. 

"The little bitch loves it," Gunther said. "That's the way to suck her 
titty. It makes the little bitch love it!" 

Marsha's lips sucked harder and her tongue and teeth started working 
furiously on Jane's titty-flesh. Jane wanted to scream out for her to stop, 
but at the same time she wanted to grab the back of her head and hold her 
still. 

"That's the fucking way," Gunther said. "Just keep doing that and I'll make 
you feel good!" 

Jane could see what Gunther was doing. He had walked behind Marsha and now 
he had started stroking her pussy lips with his fingers. Finally he thrust 
two fingers deep into her pussy and started working them in and out. 

Marsha had to stop for a moment. It was really feeling good to her and she 
couldn't concentrate on what she was doing. 

"Don't stop, cunt," Gunther said. "I want you to eat that fucking titty. 
Suck it up. Don't stop!" 

Marsha quickly moved her head back to Jane's titties. She started sucking at 
Jane's tit a little harder. Marsha's spit was dripping out of the side of 
her mouth and wet her creamy titty-flesh. Marsha moved her face away, easing 
her lips down the front of Jane's body. 

"That's the fucking way," Gunther said. 

"Now you're getting the idea. That's the fucking way!" 

Marsha's lips moved all the way down to Jane's navel. She started pushing 
her tongue into Jane's navel over and over. Jane licked her suddenly dry 
lips. She knew what was going to happen and she knew she couldn't stop it. 
She wasn't even sure she wanted to stop it. 

Marsha's lips went down all the way until her mouth was against Jane's cunt. 
She moved her lips up and down for a few moments and then moved a little 
farther down. She spread her legs as wide as she could. 

Jane knew it was wrong and she shivered as Marsha's tongue stabbed into her 
pussy. Jane had the feeling that her cunt wasn't the first cunt her mother 
had ever eaten. Marsha seemed to have a talent for it as she started moving 
her tongue around. 

"Mother fuck," Gunther groaned. "I'm hotter than hell. I'm going to give you 
what you want now!" 

Gunther's cock had never looked so big before. Jane's eyes widened as she 
saw him placing his prick against her mother's cunt. He savagely drove it 
into her pussy. Marsha's tongue started to slide in and out of Jane's cunt. 

Marsha's tongue found Jane's clitty and Marsha began sucking the hot little 
clitty into her mouth. She kept the clitty inside her mouth for a few 
moments and then spit it out. Then Marsha started ramming her tongue into 
Jane's cunt with the same hard thrust that she was getting fucked by. 

It was happening to Jane. She could not control herself. Her body seemed to 
be getting torn apart and she started bucking up, screaming against her gag. 
She could hear Marsha making swallowing sounds as she kept sucking Jane's 
cunt. 

Gunther started ramming harder and harder. He was driving his prick almost 
through her body. He reached around and grabbed her tits and held on 
tightly. 

"Oh shit," Marsha moaned. "I'm going to come. Oh shit, your cock's making me 
feel so good. Oh shiiit!" 

Marsha started coming with wild shudders. At the same time Gunther took his 
prick out of her. He moved up her body and held his prick over Jane's face. 
Jane knew what was going to happen as he took Marsha's hand. 

"Beat me off on her face," Gunther said. 

Marsha's fingers began moving fast. She moved her hand up and down the 
length of his cock. Gunther turned red in the face. Jane just kept looking 
at his prick even as the first few drops of his cum struck her cheek. 

"Mother fuck," Gunther shouted. "Oh mother fuck. I'm blowing my wad. I'm 
blowing my fucking wad. Oh fucking shit. Fuck!" 

He held his prick closer to her face and his prick exploded with thick jism 
that ran down her cheeks and dripped to her chin. He moved so that some of 
his cum splashed against her tits. Then he pushed Marsha's head down and 
made Marsha lick his cum off Jane's titties. 

"There," he said quietly. "That's the way I like for you to look, baby. 
Covered with my fucking cum!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

He left her alone in the darkness all that night and it gave her plenty of 
time to think. It was obvious that her mother hadn't always been the sweet 
woman she pretended. Her mother had evidently done some wild things in her 
youth or she wouldn't have so willingly agreed to do these things now. 

So the things she had told her had been lies. Her mother was little more 
than a hot-blooded whore. It made Jane wonder about herself. 

She had those strange feelings and perhaps she was also hot-blooded. 

She had finally drifted off to sleep after what seemed like hours. In the 
morning Gunther awakened her with her breakfast. Again she ate like she was 
famished. 

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?" Gunther asked. 

"It was sick," she said. 

"But you enjoyed it. Each time it gets a little harder to fight off those 
feelings, doesn't it?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about." 

"Your pussy gets hot," Gunther said. "It got hot last night. So hot you 
almost came. Maybe you did. I'm not sure. I had my cock in your mother's 
cunt and she was going crazy so I couldn't think about you!" 

Gunther took the tray away and climbed onto the bed with her. He licked his 
lips as he looked down at her gorgeous body. Immediately she felt a stirring 
between her legs. She was sure he couldn't be thinking about fucking her 
this early in the morning, but it disturbed her to be looked at that way. 

"Maybe you'd like to see some movies?" Gunther said. 

"What kind of movies?" she asked. 

"I'll show you." 

Gunther got up. It took him only a few minutes to set up for showing a 
movie. He turned off the lights and climbed back onto the bed with her. He 
punched a button to start the reel and the movie came on. 

"These are a few home movies," Gunther said. 

The first woman in the movie she recognized immediately-her mother again. 
Marsha was posing for the camera as she played with her pussy. She had her 
plump thighs wide open and she was shoving fingers into her wet cunt. 

"Your mother's the type who loves to do anything for me," Gunther said. 
"That's because your father doesn't fuck her enough. You marry that Harold 
and you'll be in the same boat." 

The movie changed. Another young woman. A woman that Jane didn't recognize. 
She was on her hands and knees and Gunther was fucking her in the pussy. 
Gunther was bringing his cock way out of her pussy and then slamming it back 
into her again. 

"A friend of mine," Gunther told her. "Her name's Sarah and she's quite a 
fuck. She'd fuck anything." 

The movie changed and it proved that the young girl would fuck anything. 
Jane gasped as she watched the young woman sucking Gunther's cock while a 
dog crawled up on her from behind. The dog's red cock was pounding into the 
young woman's cunt. 

"That's disgusting," Jane groaned. 

"Is it?" Gunther asked. "Well, I bet you find all these movies disgusting." 

The movie kept going and Jane gasped again because this time she did 
recognize the woman-Mrs. Jonathan Richmond. She was one of those 
classy-looking dark-haired women who made all of the society pages. She 
didn't look so classy at that moment as she was sucking on Gunther's cock. 

"All of the women like me," Gunther said. "They all get turned on by my big 
cock. I think you'll like it if you would just give yourself the chance!" 

Gunther's hand stroked her hair and then moved down her front to gently 
stroke her nipple. She shivered a little and he took his hand away. 

"I think you'll especially like these next shots," Gunther said. 

The screen went dark for a moment and then lit back up. Jane thought she had 
been shocked so much that she couldn't be shocked anymore. She was wrong. 
She had known Gail Goodwin for all her life. Gail was a tiny, blue-eyed 
blonde who was very soft spoken and very educated. 

There was no doubt that it was Gail on the screen. Gail was down to her bra 
and panties and she looked scared. Her hands were tied behind her. It took 
Jane a moment but she also recognized the room Gail was standing in. It was 
the same room that Jane was in. 

"You kidnapped Gail?" Jane said. "You couldn't have. Nobody ever said 
anything." 

"You don't remember when Gail went away to the mountains for two weeks?" 

Jane remembered. It had been a surprise because it was in the middle of 
summer and Gail had just vanished. Her mother had told her that Gail had 
gone away to the mountains. Gail would never say anything about her trip 
when she returned and Jane had stopped asking. 

"You can't mean you brought her here and you did anything to her," Jane 
said. "You can't mean that." 

"Watch the screen." 

Gail was cowering near the bed when Gunther came into view. He wasn't 
wearing anything but his shorts. It was obvious that Gail was scared to 
death. She seemed to be begging Gunther to do something, but Jane couldn't 
hear the words. 

Gunther hit Gail and knocked her backwards. He stepped forward quickly and 
grabbed her by her hair. He turned her around and forced her down on the 
bed. He quickly tore her bra and panties off then reached down and freed his 
huge prick. 

He put one hand on the back of Gail's neck so that she couldn't move around 
very much. His other hand guided his prick up against her snug cunthole. 

Gail was screaming and trying to pull away but it did no good as Gunther 
started forcing his big prick into her cunt. He gave a shove and Jane could 
see half his prick sliding into her cunt. 

"She was a virgin piece of ass," Gunther said. "She was tighter than shit. I 
could hardly get it in!" 

Gail had stopped struggling. Now Gunther gave another hard shove and his 
prick tore through her virgin walls and went deep inside her. He pulled back 
and Jane could see that his cock was red with her virgin blood. 

Now Gunther started plowing her young pussy with his big cock. Jane didn't 
like the thought of watching but she couldn't tear her eyes off the screen. 
There was a slight tingling in her pussy as she watched. She wasn't 
surprised when Gunther pushed his hand between her legs. 

"You like my movie?" Gunther asked. 

"No, damn you!" she said. 

"I think you do," he said. "I think your pussy is getting a little wet right 
now!" 

Gunther was humping Gail a little harder. Gail wasn't enjoying it but it was 
obvious that Gunther was. He slammed Gail harder and harder and there was a 
look of sudden pleasure on his face. 

He jerked his cock out of Gail's cunt and his prick started spurting hot 
jism all over Gail's ass-cheeks. Gail was twisting and squirming as the hot 
cum covered her. She looked sick to her stomach. At that moment Jane was 
feeling far from sick to her stomach. Her body was shaking with pleasure and 
Gunther knew it. 

"Yeah," he said. "You really do like my movies!" 

He shoved a finger into her pussy and started moving it around inside her. 
In a few moments she was moving her ass slightly. She damned him with every 
breath but her pussy was responding. 

"I wonder how hard your clitty is," he said. 

His finger found her clitty and rubbed across it. She thought she was going 
to go out of her mind. Her body shook and her juices started running down 
the insides of her thighs. 

"Oh yeah," he said. "You do like that. I thought you would. It makes me feel 
nice!" 

He rammed another finger up into her wet cunt. He started moving those 
fingers around inside her pussy until she couldn't seem to stop moving. 

"I'm going to fuck you good this morning," Gunther said. "I've got a hard-on 
that would choke a whore!" 

Gunther tore at his clothes. He was like an animal coming at her. He covered 
her body and his swollen prick pushed up against her cunt. He slid his hands 
underneath her ass and lifted her high off the bed. He thrust his cock 
inside her cunt with one savage stroke and Jane was filled to the limit by 
his big cock. Her cunt was stretched. He was laughing as he pulled back and 
then rammed into her again. 

"You like this, bitch?" he moaned. "You like having Gunther's big cock 
filling your pussy?" 

"Go easy," she whispered. "Please, a little easier." 

But this morning there wasn't going to be anything easy about Gunther. He 
gripped her ass a little harder as he began to plow her pussy. He was 
rubbing his cockhead back and forth against her clitty each time he rammed 
into her and his cockhead seemed to be going deep inside her belly. 

"I'm going to treat you like a whore, baby," Gunther moaned. "That's what 
you are, anyway. A fucking whore!" 

He stabbed a finger into her ass-hole and started moving it in and out of 
her ass-hole with the same hard rhythm of his prick. Her juices started 
leaking down his cock and wetting her thighs. 

"You fucking big-assed bitch," he groaned. "You sweet big-assed bitch. I'm 
fucking you good now!" 

He took his hands out from under her. He slid them in between them and 
started stroking her titties. His fingers seemed fiery as they stroked her 
tits and rigid nipples. 

"Move that ass, bitch," he said. "Don't stop moving your fucking ass. Move 
your hot ass!" 

She started moving her ass for him and it wasn't just because he was making 
her. There was a growing excitement in her pussy that she didn't understand. 
This man was an animal. She knew she was supposed to hate him for what he 
was doing, that she wasn't supposed to feel anything but disgust. Still she 
kept feeling the sweet aching pleasure. 

"Keep moving that fucking ass, baby," he told her. "Lift it fucking high. 
Get it up there high!" 

Jane started bucking her ass off the bed as she took his prick really deep 
inside her. At the same time she started tightening up on her cuntwalls. 

"Yeah, you know how to fuck," he groaned. "You sweet fucking bitch. Those 
shows did turn you on." 

He crushed his weight down on top of her, his massive chest almost crushing 
her titties flat. He started fucking her harder and faster and she could 
feel some of his cum dripping inside her. 

"Oh damn," she moaned. "I don't want it to happen but it does feel good!" 

"Of course it feels good, bitch," he groaned. "You know it feels good. You 
love a fucking cock!" 

His prick was making loud noises as he plowed her pussy. She could feel the 
steady rhythm of his slapping balls. He plowed her a little harder and she 
knew she was nearly there. She tried to fight it off but the feelings just 
kept coming back. She couldn't win this time. 

Gunther knew he had her at the breaking point and he suddenly pulled his 
prick out of her wet pussy. She tried to lift her ass to get him to push it 
back inside her again. He wouldn't. Instead he pressed his cockhead against 
her pussy entrance and started moving it up and down. 

"What are you doing to me?" she asked. 

"I want to hear you beg for it, bitch," he answered her. "I want to know 
that you need it." 

"You can't make me beg," she whispered. 

He laughed as he kept rubbing his prick up and down the entrance to her snug 
pussy-hole. She kept fighting the disturbing feelings but she knew it was a 
losing battle. He could make her beg, he could make her do anything he 
wanted. 

"Just put it in me, damn you," she moaned. "Just get it over with. I'm not a 
whore!" 

"Yes, you're a whore, bitch," he said. "A good for nothing cunt with a hole 
between your legs. Come on and let me hear you beg. Just beg and I'll give 
you all the cockmeat you need!" 

He kept rubbing his prick up and down her pussylips and it was driving her 
crazy. There were shuddering vibrations going all through her body. For the 
first time she really needed to be fucked. She needed it bad and there was 
no way she could keep fighting those feelings off. 

"Give it to me, please," she said. "I can't help needing it. I want it. Oh, 
please, fuck me. 

Gunther laughed at her then. He moved forward slowly and his huge prick was 
half filling her. He didn't move and she couldn't stand that. She raised her 
ass as high as she could and his thick prick went all the way inside her. 

"You bastard," she moaned. "Oh shit, I need that. I've never needed anything 
so bad!" 

He slid his hands underneath her and he grabbed hold of her ass-cheeks hard. 
Then he started stabbing his prick into her over and over again, his heavy 
balls slapping her loudly. 

She gave herself up to the feelings of pleasure. She knew she couldn't fight 
it anymore and she didn't try. She was behaving like a whore but it no 
longer seemed to matter. All that mattered was the sweet sensation of his 
cock filling her. 

"Give it to me harder," she moaned. "Harder. I love it so much. Give it to 
me harder!" 

He started ramming her harder. It was like he was trying to drive her ass 
through the floor and she loved it. She swallowed as she felt the first few 
spasms going through her body. For a moment she was tempted to hold back and 
then she realized it was already happening. 

"Oh fuck," she cried. "I'm going to fucking come. I'm going to come. Oh 
fucking shiiit!" 

She screamed again and again as the sweet sensations of pleasure filled her. 
She had never liked it so much. She started bucking her ass up off the floor 
as high as she could and her juices seemed to explode out of her cunt. 

He stopped fucking her and he waited until all the pleasure spasms had gone 
through her body. He pulled out of her cunt just slightly and rubbed his 
cockhead up and down for a while. He drove it back into her savagely and 
stopped again. 

"There, baby," he said. "That wasn't so bad, was it? You know you loved it!" 

"You bastard," she said. 

He only laughed at her and started fucking her again. This time he fucked 
her in a relaxed way as if he had all the time in the world. She could feel 
some of his cum leaking inside her. 

He reached down, untied her legs, and started lifting them. She sighed as 
she raised her legs and locked them around his broad back. His prick seemed 
to be sliding even deeper inside her cunt. 

"You make my prick feel good, baby," he said. "You make my cock feel like 
it's on fire!" 

He started fucking her harder. He slid his hands between their bodies and 
played with her titties. Somehow she found herself responding to this man 
even now. She was moving her ass for him. 

He started fucking her with deeper thrusts. His prick seemed to be growing 
inside her and she started keeping her cunt tight as she took his cock deep 
inside her. 

"I'm going to blow my wad, bitch," he groaned. "I'm going to fill your cunt. 
You bitch. You sweet, big-assed bitch!" 

He rammed her harder and his prick started spurting wetly. She was getting 
used to the feel of his wetting cum and she found herself pushing up and 
squeezing her cuntwalls together so that she could get all of his cum inside 
her. She didn't even mind when he pulled his prick out of her and pressed 
his cock against her belly. She felt the rest of his cum dripping on her 
belly. She squeezed her cunt together again. 

"You are turning into a whore," he said. 

"No," she whispered. 

But she wondered if it was true. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Jane was awakened in the middle of the night, or at least it seemed like the 
middle of the night. The curtains had been opened and she could see out into 
the living room. 

Gunther was having a party! He was sitting on the couch drinking beer and 
there were a half-dozen couples in the room. She saw some people she knew. 
Gail Goodwin and her boyfriend Jerry. She had never liked Jerry very much 
but she knew they were supposed to be married. 

She also recognized Paul Richards and his young wife. Paul worked at the 
grocery store. He was a manager and he was another of those people she 
didn't like very much. He was about forty and he spent his life chasing 
after young girls. He had been a dirty old man even when she was younger. 

She didn't recognize any of the others until her eyes had gone around the 
room a couple of times. Then she recognized Art Reid over in a corner by 
himself drinking a beer. 

There were few people in her life that she could say she honestly hated and 
Art Reid was one of them. He had gone all through school with her and he was 
one of those big boys who had always frightened her. 

She remembered a time on the playground when she had been in grammar school. 
Art had followed her outside and had grabbed her suddenly. He had dragged 
her into a dark place between the buildings and he had started putting his 
hands all over her. He only let her go when she agreed to kiss him full on 
the mouth. 

It was disgusting and she had hated him ever since. 

She remembered that there had been other times when Art had brushed up 
against her in the hallway or had copped a feel when nobody was looking. She 
had never been able to stop him from doing that. 

Now she wondered what he was doing here. She didn't like the way it looked. 
It was giving her some uncomfortable feelings. She watched Gunther bring out 
the beer and everyone appeared to be having a good time. 

Then she noticed Gunther in the corner talking to Art. Art grinned and 
nodded his head. She followed Art with her eyes as he left the living room. 
She somehow expected it when the door to her bedroom opened and Art walked 
in. 

"Hello, Jane," he said. 

She didn't know what to say. She was filled with panic. She could feel 
shivers all over her body as Art walked over to the bed and looked down at 
her. She was covered with a blanket and she was happy about that. Yet, she 
knew that the blanket wouldn't cover her for long. 

"How have you been, Jane?" Art asked. 

"You know how I've been," she answered him. "You must read the papers. I've 
been kidnapped by this man." 

"There's nothing about a kidnapping in the paper," Art said. "Everybody 
knows that you just didn't want to marry poor Harold and you left town. 
You'll be back." 

She realized that it was going to be just like it was with Gail. Nobody was 
ever going to know what happened to her unless she made a big deal out of 
it. And she wondered if she would. It wouldn't be nice to have all those 
things in the paper and having to go to court and all that. 

"I understand you've been showing Gunther a really good time," Art said. 
"I've always wanted you to show me a good time like that. From the time we 
were small." 

"I know that," she said. 

"You always treated me like dirt," he said. "You never had time for a normal 
guy like me when you were dating all those football players, and then you 
come up and get engaged to a twerp like Harold. I can't understand it." 

"I never treated you like dirt," Jane said. 

"You treated everybody like dirt until you thought you could get something 
out of them. You treated all the football players and the big shots nice, 
but you were a bitch to everyone else." 

"That's not true!" 

"It's true. You were a fucking bitch who didn't care about anyone's 
feelings. I guess it's kind of different now." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean you have to care for my feelings right now. You see, I kind of own 
you right now. You're going to have to do exactly as I want." 

"You won't do anything to me, will you?" she asked. She put on her best 
pleading voice. She really hated this young man. All she could think of was 
that she didn't want his hands on her. She felt her skin crawling at even 
the thought of it. 

"Of course I am," he said. "I wouldn't miss a chance like this." 

"You could go to jail. I know Gunther thinks he's going to get away with 
this, but he's not. He's going to go to jail and you'll go along with him if 
you do anything." 

"I don't think so," he said. 

There was a look of pure hot lust in his eyes. Jane wanted to close her eyes 
and block out the sight but it was like something evil looking at her. 

"Please don't do anything to me," she begged him. "I didn't mean to treat 
you badly." 

"It's too late, bitch," he said. 

She couldn't stop him from reaching down and tearing the blanket off her. 

His eyes grew wide with lust as he stared down at her naked body. Her big 
shapely tits seemed to ache even more as he looked at her. She could see 
spit dripping out of the corners of his mouth. 

"You're even more fucking beautiful than I would have ever dreamed," he told 
her. "You're something special!" 

He put his hand on her bare belly and her skin felt hot to his fingers. He 
moved his fingers up slowly until he touched the rounded curve of her tit. 

"Fucking beautiful," he moaned. 

His rough hand cupped her titty and he rubbed his fingertips across her 
aching nipple. She tried not to show anything but she saw him grin 
knowingly. He knew what he was doing to her. 

"I bet Gunther has turned you into one hot-to-trot bitch," he said. 

He bent down and his tongue licked gently at one of her swollen tits. He 
slowly opened his mouth and gently sucked her nipple inside. He bit down 
suddenly and it made her cry out. 

"I'm going to make you real hot before I'm done," he said. "I'm going to 
make you cry from pleasure!" 

He moved his head to her other titty. His tongue slid up and down on her 
nipple and he opened his mouth wider and sucked almost all of her creamy 
titty-flesh into his mouth. She had to admit that it did feel good. It was 
like fingers were walking up and down her spine. 

He kept licking at one titty while he put his hand between her legs. His 
fingers gently pushed against her cunt lips but he didn't put his fingers 
inside her right away. Instead he moved his fingers up and down her cunt 
lips and her body shivered. 

"Go ahead, damn you," she said. "You're going to fuck me anyway. Go ahead 
and get it over with." 

"Not quite so fast, baby," he said. 

He kept moving his fingers up and down the entrance to her cunt and she felt 
herself responding by pushing her cunt up against his stroking fingers. 

"It's making me feel good," she shivered. 

His fingers stabbed inside her. He rammed two fingers in and out of her cunt 
as fast as he could. His fingers rubbed gently against the edge of her cunt. 
She was crying and moving her cunt to meet his fingers. 

He stopped and moved away. She saw him smiling as he slowly pulled his 
trousers down. He pulled his shorts down and she could see his rigid cock 
and she knew he was going to fuck her. 

"I've been waiting for this chance for so long," Art said. "So damned long. 
I've wanted a piece of your pussy for so fucking long. You don't know how 
long I've wanted it!" 

He came to her and rubbed the end of his cock against her titty. It made her 
itch and it made her titty feel sticky with his dripping cum. He put his 
hand between her legs again but it was like he was only feeling to see that 
she was real. 

"I've waited for so fucking long," he said. 

She could not stop him from climbing on top of her. He moved until his 
cockhead was pressed against the entrance to her cunt. He lifted his head so 
that she could see his grin as he started pushing his cock into her cunt. 

"You're not so snooty now, are you, bitch?" he asked. "You can't be fucking 
snooty with my fucking cock in your pussy!" 

He turned a little pale as he pushed his cock all the way into her pussy. It 
was like he couldn't believe that he actually had his cock in her pussy. 

Jane could believe it. She felt the slight tingles going through her body. 
She even felt herself pushing her ass up a little and taking his cock deeper 
inside her. 

"You are so fucking nice, bitch," he said. "Your pussy feels so fucking 
nice. I've always wanted to fuck you. I use to watch you walking down the 
halls at school and my cock would get as hard as a fucking rock!" 

He began fucking her in slow, deep strokes. She understood that he wanted it 
to last a long time. He wanted to enjoy his piece of ass. She started 
tightening her cuntwalls around his throbbing cock. She didn't even know why 
she was doing it except that it felt good. 

"I'm fucking you," he groaned. "I'm really fucking you. Oh shit, your pussy 
is so damned nice!" 

He was trembling as he fucked her. His balls felt heavy against her 
ass-cheeks. She realized that he was so excited that he wasn't going to last 
long. He was trying to slow down but he just couldn't. She moved her ass a 
little and it was enough to take him over the edge. 

"You fucking cunt," he groaned. "I've got to come. I've got to come, you 
bitch. Oh fucking shiiit!" 

He stabbed her deep and his prick exploded in a river of jism inside her. He 
pulled back and then rammed into her again. His prick seemed to grow even 
bigger and his cum filled her pussy. She could feel it leaking out and 
wetting the inside of her thighs. 

"Oh shit," he moaned. "I don't want to stop. Not yet!" 

He kept pushing his cock inside her but his cock had gotten limp and there 
was nothing he could do. Finally he gave it up and he pulled his limp prick 
from her dripping cunt. 

He wiped his prick against her cunt-hairs and got up off the bed. He seemed 
to notice the picture window for the first time. 

"That's really something!" he said. "Why don't you watch the window? In a 
few minutes I'm going to find the next guy who's going to visit you for a 
piece of ass." 

"Don't do that," she pleaded. "You could help me. You don't have to do that. 
I could be really nice to you." 

"You should have thought of that before, bitch," he said. "Oh no, I'm not 
going to fall for it. I'm going to send the next guy in. You're going to get 
fucked right tonight!" 

Jane begged him to come back but he wasn't listening. He went out of the 
room. A few minutes later she noticed him in the living room and he was 
talking to Jerry. She knew she was going to be sick now. Not Jerry! Another 
one of those boys she could not stand. Gunther had really picked a group for 
her tonight. 

She saw Jerry nodding. Gail was frowning but Jerry said something to 
convince her. Finally she nodded and Jerry walked off. A few moments later 
Jerry was walking into the room with her. 

"Not you," Jane whispered. "I'll tell Gail. I'll tell Gail everything." 

"You stupid slut," Jerry said. "You're not going to tell her anything at 
all. You know that. You'd never admit that you gave me a fucking blow-job!" 

Jerry was already undoing his trousers and she thought she was going to die 
as he pulled down his trousers and his shorts. He was only half hard as he 
moved over to her face. 

"We're going to have to make this fast," he said. "Gail's going to be 
expecting me out at any moment." 

"I don't want to do that," she said. 

"Nobody gives a fuck what you want, bitch," Jerry said. "Just open your 
mouth and blow my fucking cock!" 

Jerry was already pressing his swollen cockhead against her lips. He grabbed 
both sides of her head and crammed his meat into her mouth. She fought him 
but only a second. There didn't seem to be any sense in it as she opened her 
mouth a little wider. His cock started to harden immediately. 

"Come on, baby," Jerry said. "Suck my prick fast. Suck me off good and fast 
or maybe Gail will come looking for me. You wouldn't like to get caught by 
Gail." 

"No," she said. 

She sighed as she took his prick deeper into her mouth. She wrapped her 
fingers around the base of his cock and she began to use her lips on him. 

She moved her head up and down and she could taste his salty flavor already 
filling her mouth. His slimy cock had a really thick taste and she was 
forced to swallow almost from the very beginning. She started moving her 
head up and down a little faster. She started using her tongue around his 
feverish cockflesh. 

She sucked his cock into her mouth all the way to his balls and then moved 
her head back up to his crown. 

"That's the fucking way," he groaned. "That's the fucking way. Oh shit, I 
love it!" 

She happened to look up at the door and she gasped. It wasn't Gail who stood 
there but it was just as bad. Paul Richards was standing there and he was 
grinning lewdly. 

"You just go ahead sucking him, honey," Paul said. "I've got other ideas." 

Jane realized what he was going to do as he started pulling his trousers 
down to his knees. He wasn't wearing any shorts and she could see his big 
swollen cock dripping cum. He moved toward her and she tried to jerk her 
head away from Jerry's cock. 

"Don't stop sucking, cunt," he said. "Two cocks at once won't hurt you!" 

Paul was undressed and he got down on the bed. She didn't want them to do 
this to her. It was degrading but it seemed like everything that was 
happening to her was degrading. Now she was going to have to take on two men 
at once. 

"Just keep those legs spread wide for me, baby," Paul said. "But then you 
don't have much choice about that, do you?" 

Paul laughed as he pushed his cock up against her hot pussy. He gave a hard 
thrust and his cock filled her easily. He had a big cock and it felt thick 
all the way through. She couldn't help it. She started bucking up her ass to 
get his cock deeper inside her. 

At the same time she started sucking a little harder. She was feeling a 
little hot but she was fighting those feelings again. Somehow it would have 
seemed even sicker if she had come with these two men. 

"Move that ass, baby," Paul said. "Keep moving that hot ass for me. That 
feels so fucking good!" 

Paul had already gotten really excited before he walked in the room. He felt 
more excited than Jerry. He started pounding her harder and harder and his 
prick cream was leaking into her. 

"You sweet bitch," Jerry groaned. "You sweet fucking bitch. I'm going to 
blow my wad in your mouth. Oh, you fucking bitch. Shit!" 

She started swallowing as fast as she could. She was tasting his cockcream 
all the way through her body. She kept swallowing as his prick kept spurting 
into her mouth. 

She kept swallowing and it seemed like his cum was the thickest and saltiest 
she had ever tasted. She couldn't swallow it all and some of it was dripping 
out on her chin. 

"Fucking cunt," Paul groaned. "You fucking cunt. Your cunt feels so fucking 
sweet. I'm going to blow my fucking wad. Oh fucking shit. Oh fuuuck!" 

It was Paul's turn. His prick seemed to grow bigger inside her and his prick 
started exploding. He took it out of her immediately and she felt his wet 
cum spilling onto her belly. He rubbed his cock against her cunt-hairs to 
clean it off. He gave an exhausted sigh. 

"I've got to get back to the wife," Paul said. "The little woman is going to 
be missing me." 

"So's Gail," Jerry said. 

The two men seemed the best of friends as they dressed and left the room 
together. They left her feeling hurt and nervous and with an aching 
sensation in her cunt. It wasn't fair! 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Gunther took her outside the next morning. It was the first time she had 
been outside in what seemed like ages. He had let her dress in a pair of 
shorts and a halter top and he walked her out to his van. He then chained 
her arm to the front seat and got in beside her. 

"Where are we going?" she asked. 

"I thought it was a nice day for a picnic," Gunther said. 

"A picnic?" she asked. 

"Sure. Don't you think it's a nice day?" 

Jane didn't think so but she didn't say anything. She wondered how he could 
even be thinking of a picnic like they were a normal couple or something. 
But Gunther never ceased to amaze her. 

He drove up into the mountains and found a restful place far away from the 
rest of the crowd. She had never been there before even though she had often 
come up on field trips and afternoon trips. 

Gunther unchained her and didn't bother chaining her back. She had the 
feeling that something was about to happen. She wondered if today was the 
last day. 

"We'll eat over there," Gunther said. 

They both carried the heavy picnic basket out into a field. It was cool and 
the view was nice. There was nobody else around as they opened up the picnic 
basket and spread a big blanket out on the ground. 

Jane was surprised at herself. She was treating it as if it were something 
normal when really she should be thinking about running away. But somehow 
running away didn't seem worth the effort. 

"Are you still going to marry Harold?" Gunther asked. 

"Of course," she answered. "If he will still have me." 

"Of course he'll have you. No man's going to turn down a piece of ass that 
looks like you. You'll have a very boring life with Harold." 

"So?" 

"So it won't be anything like the excitement you've had for the past few 
days. It won't be long before you'll be trying to find it again." 

"I don't think so. You must think that I enjoy behaving like an animal." 

"Your mother does." 

"I'm not my mother." 

"No," he said, shaking his head sadly. "And it's a pity. I'd keep you around 
if you were half as willing as your mother. You enjoy it all right, but you 
keep fighting it. You haven't admitted to yourself yet that you love it." 

"I don't love it," she said. "See what I mean?" Gunther said. "You just 
won't admit the truth even to yourself." 

"Let's eat," she said. 

She didn't like the way Gunther kept grinning at her all the way through the 
meal. It was as if Gunther knew some secret about her that made her 
vulnerable. It was a feeling that she didn't enjoy but then everything that 
Gunther did made her feel the same way. 

"I wish you'd stop looking at me that way," she said. "What way?" 

"As if you can see what I'm thinking." 

"I can, baby," Gunther said. "I know what you're thinking about right now. 
You're wondering when I'm going to fuck you." 

"No," she said. 

"Get up and take off your clothes," he told her. 

It was a command that she did not refuse. She had somehow gotten used to him 
commanding her. She got up slowly and reached behind her back to undo the 
halter top. She shrugged her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. 

"What if someone comes along?" she asked. 

"I'll let them have a piece of your ass if they want it." 

He was serious, she could tell. It made her heart pound a little faster. She 
reached down and pulled down the side zipper on her shorts. She slid them 
down her legs and stepped out of them. She had on only her flimsy panties. 
She could see him licking his lips. 

"Take them off, bitch," he said. "Take them off and show me that hot pussy!" 

She shivered a little as she started pulling her panties down to her ankles. 
She kicked them off and straightened back up. His hot eyes seemed to burn 
holes in her. 

"You are a beautiful fucking bitch," he said. 

He got up on his knees, put his arms around her, and pulled her closer 
against him. His face was against her thighs and immediately there was a 
quick surge of pleasure that went through her. She put her hands on the back 
of his head. 

"I know what you want, baby," he told her. 

She didn't answer him but her hands betrayed her. She pulled his face closer 
to her pussy and his wet mouth started sucking at little bits of her silken 
pussy-hair. He was taking it into his mouth and wetting it with his tongue. 

She spread her legs a little and his tongue moved down through her 
cunt-hairs and touched her puffy cunt lips. She put both hands on her creamy 
ass-cheeks. 

He pulled her tight against his lips and he started licking up and down her 
cunt lips. He gently spread her cunt lips apart with his tongue. She had to 
bend over backwards so that his tongue could move all the way inside her. 

"That does feel good," she moaned. "Oh shit, I know it's wrong but that does 
feel good!" 

She was fast losing the strength in her legs. She had to sit down. She found 
herself falling backwards in the grass. She spread her legs a little wider 
and clamped both hands on the back of his head. 

"Come on and suck me," she moaned. "Oh shit, I need it so bad. I want your 
tongue inside me!" 

His tongue still licked up and down her cunt lips. He finally pushed his 
tongue inside her cunt and she moaned with pleasure. He drove his tongue 
deep inside her. At the same time he pushed a finger up into her tight 
ass-hole. 

"Wiggle that ass for me, baby," he moaned. 

She started bucking her ass up against him and his tongue went inside her a 
little deeper. His hands gripped her ass tightly and his finger started 
moving in and out of her ass with the same quick rhythm of his tongue. 

"So fucking good," she moaned. "Oh shit, that feels good. You don't know 
what you're doing to me!" 

He knew exactly what he was doing to her. He started moving his tongue 
around inside her cunt. She gasped with pleasure as his tongue gently rubbed 
against her clitty. 

"Crazy," she moaned. "You're making me crazy. Oh shit, that does feel good!" 

He drew her clitty between his lips and began sucking on it. She had never 
known such a sweet pleasure. She started bucking up against his tongue a 
little harder. It seemed like her cunt and her ass were on fire. 

He pulled his face away even though she begged him not to. She no longer 
cared that he was her kidnapper. All she cared about was that it did feel 
good. 

"Take my clothes off, baby," he told her. 

She was reminded of her mother who had behaved in exactly the same way. It 
had disgusted her then and she could only keep reminding herself that it 
wasn't the same for her. She needed it bad and she was a kidnap victim. It 
wasn't as if she had asked for any of this. 

"Come on and put your tongue back inside me," she moaned. 

"Get down here and take my clothes off, bitch," he said. "This isn't 
something where you can do what you want." 

His voice left no room for disobedience. Jane knelt beside him and started 
taking his shirt off. In a few moments she had it unbuttoned and was sliding 
it off. Another few minutes and she was pulling at his trousers. 

He helped her pull them down to his knees. He wasn't wearing shorts and she 
licked her lips as she looked at his swollen cockhead. 

"You know what I want?" he said. "You know what I fucking want. Get down 
there and suck it." 

She had been made to do that before. Now she could feel pleasure at the 
thought of doing it. She bent down and she could smell his strong cock 
aroma. It sent trembling sensations all through her body. She knew she might 
end up hating him for what he had done to her, but she knew she would never 
hate sucking cock. Just the thought of it was making her burn with 
excitement. 

"I'm going to lick it," Jane moaned. "I'm going to lick it all over. I'm 
going to make you feel good!" 

"Oh yeah, baby," he groaned. "Do that for me!" 

She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. She lifted it up so 
that she could touch her lips to his swollen cockhead. She stuck out her 
tongue and washed the head of his cock with her tongue. She felt him shiver. 

She raised her head and looked down at his cock for a few moments. She was 
hot and weak all over and she thought that she had never seen anything more 
beautiful than his big cock. 

She stuck her tongue at the tiny hole in the tip, her tongue stabbing the 
hole a couple of times and then drawing back. She could see a little bit of 
his cum on the tip and she licked it away. 

"Oh shit," he groaned. "You're learning about sucking cock. You really are 
learning!" 

She started using her tongue around his swollen crown. She let her tongue 
slither around until he was gasping for pleasure. She let her tongue go a 
little farther down and she licked the base of his cock and then around the 
width of his massive prick. She moved her tongue down to his balls. 

Jane closed her eyes as she sucked one of his balls into her mouth. She took 
his ball underneath her tongue and held it gingerly. She could feel his 
warmth all the way through her body and raised her head slightly and let his 
ball slip out of her mouth. 

"Oh yes, baby," Gunther groaned. "You know what you're doing all right!" 

She moved her lips to his other ball. She caressed it with her tongue for a 
few moments and she could feel how heavy it was. His balls were filled with 
cum for her. 

Gunther lifted his legs slightly and she knew what he wanted. Somehow she 
couldn't refuse. Her tongue slipped under his balls and she started licking 
at his asscrack. She rubbed her tongue across his asscrack to his tiny hole. 
She started gently pushing her tongue into his ass-hole. He seemed to go 
crazy, bouncing his ass up and down on the ground. 

She rimmed him for a few moments and then moved her tongue back to his 
balls. She gently licked his balls and then moved her tongue to the base of 
his cock. She let her tongue slither all around the hard base of his cock 
and carefully moved her tongue back up to his swollen cockhead. She licked 
up around his swollen cockhead and then back down to his balls again. 

His cockhead and balls had been covered with her saliva and she moved her 
tongue up to his cockhead again. Some of his jism was leaking out and she 
moved her tongue all over his slimy cockhead, tasting his salty jism. 

"All right, baby," Gunther groaned. "Deep-throat my fucking prick. Take it 
deep into your mouth and taste it a little!" 

She moved her lips back up to the head of his cock. She opened her mouth and 
slowly took his swollen cockhead over her tongue and then into the hollow of 
her cheek. She was feeling a little crazy just having his cock inside her 
mouth. It seemed like her pussy was itchy with sensation. 

She closed her eyes as she sucked him a little. The taste of his cock was 
something special. She had never noticed it before but she was noticing it 
now. It seemed to vibrate in her mouth. 

"You're sucking me good, baby," Gunther said. "Now take it fucking deep. You 
can do it. You've done it before. Take it deep and suck it hard!" 

Jane knew she would have never done anything like this a month ago. She 
would have been sick at the thought. But at that moment her body was really 
turned on at the thought. 

She backed up a little and took a deep breath. Then she closed her lips 
tightly around his cock and started sucking it into her mouth. This time she 
sucked very deep, touching his balls with her chin. She could hear him 
groaning. 

"Mother fucking shit," he groaned. "You've got it all the way inside your 
mouth. You can suck a fucking cock, baby. Nobody can suck a cock like you. 
Not even your mother!" 

His compliment seemed to turn her on even more. She was acting like a sword 
swallower as she started sucking and chewing on his cock. He put his hand 
down on the back of her head and urged her closer. 

She sucked him for a few moments more and then he pulled her head back 
again. She had cum dripping from her lips and she was frantically licking at 
it as he pushed her onto her back. 

"I'm going to give you a last good fuck to remember me by, bitch," he told 
her. 

He made her raise her legs up above her head. She didn't know what he was 
doing until his weight pressed against her and she could feel his hot 
cockhead against the wrong hole. 

"What are you doing?" she asked. "Don't do that. That will hurt me. Please 
don't!" 

He didn't care about her feelings. He had her body pressed down and she 
couldn't move. He moved around until his cock was placed directly against 
her ass-hole. He moved slowly but she still struggled to be out from under 
him. 

"Not there," she begged him. "Please don't fuck me there. Oh shit, don't do 
that!" 

He moved forward a little more, pushing until finally his prick popped into 
her tiny ass-hole. He moved his prick around inside her ass-hole and he made 
her scream for mercy. Then he pulled back and pushed in again. 

This time his swollen cockhead went inside her tight ass-hole as deep as he 
could push it. 

She had never known such pain. She screamed with rage and pain. 

He didn't move for a long time. He seemed to be giving her time to get used 
to his big prick inside her. She thought she could never get used to it. She 
bucked against him but that only excited him a little more. 

"Just relax, baby," he said. 

He started fucking her then, gently, and his prick seemed to get deep inside 
her ass-hole with every stroke. His big balls slapped her. 

"You're going to learn to love this, baby," he told her. "You're going to 
learn to love having a cock up your ass-hole." 

Jane didn't say anything because she wasn't sure. Already she was beginning 
to get used to his big prick filling her. He was fucking her slowly and he 
put his hand underneath her and started playing with her cunt. 

"Fucking beautiful," he groaned. "Your ass is fucking beautiful. So is your 
pussy!" 

He started working his fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. In a few 
moments she was really excited, pushing back against his cock as hard as she 
could. Having his fingers inside her was almost like having another cock. 

"Oh shit," she moaned. "You're making me crazy again. Oh shit, that is 
nice!" 

He rammed her harder and his prick was getting bigger inside her ass-hole. 
His balls slapped her ass-cheeks a little harder. He seemed to be trying to 
tear her apart with his big cock. 

"Your ass is so fucking good," he groaned. "Your fucking ass feels so good. 
So fucking good. So fuuuucking good!" 

He slapped her ass-cheeks again and his prick started exploding inside her 
ass-hole. She moved back against him again and again. His fingers started 
working inside her again. His rough fingers rubbed against her clitty as he 
fucked her ass-hole. 

He gave her ass-hole a few more strokes but then pulled his prick out of 
her. He rubbed his prickhead against her ass-hole and then her back. 

He took his fingers out of her cunt and she groaned in protest. She turned 
her head and saw him dressing. , "What are you doing?" she asked. "You can't 
leave me like this." 

"That's exactly how I'm going to leave you, baby," he answered. "Just like 
this. You're free now. I'm sure a pretty thing like you can find a ride." 

"But I'm hot!" she said. 

"Play with yourself, bitch," he said. 

She looked at him with hate in her heart. 

She knew that playing with herself wouldn't help. Only his cock would help 
her and he wasn't going to give her that. Never again. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Jane opened her eyes to the sound of Harold snoring beside her. She was 
actually married. The wedding had been small and quick. Harold had driven 
out to the airport and they had taken a plane to Florida and the sunny 
beaches. 

Harold had gotten them a room in one of the most expensive hotels along the 
beach. They had a nice day and then Harold had brought her home where he had 
made gentle love to her. 

It had all been boring as hell. 

She had expected it to be a little bit boring but not like this. She had not 
expected to really need something that Harold couldn't give her. She had 
wanted him to act like an animal and Harold had acted the same way he always 
did. 

Jane got out of bed. She couldn't sleep but she didn't want to wake Harold. 
Instead she dressed in a tank top and tight shorts and left the room. 

It was nearly midnight but the bar was still open. It wasn't very crowded as 
she walked to the bar, ordered a drink, and took it to a corner table. She 
sat down and sipped at her strong drink. She didn't know what she was going 
to do with her life. Gunther had made her feel things. She had thought she 
could just forget those things but she couldn't. 

She heard loud voices and a couple of young men came in. They were both 
wearing shorts and no shirts. She was immediately attracted to them. They 
were both well-built and rough-looking. They looked kind of like beach bums. 

They both ordered a beer and sat at the bar. After a while, one of them 
noticed her. He grinned and she could tell what he was thinking. He would 
like to tear off her clothes and stick his cock in her. She blushed at her 
own thoughts. 

She knew he was coming over to her table. She felt it. She wasn't surprised 
when he stood up and walked to her table. His friend followed. He sat down 
across from her without being asked and his friend slipped in beside her. 

"You're up kind of late, honey," the one across from her said. 

"I know how late it is," she said. 

"What's a sweet little thing like you doing out by herself?" 

"I needed a drink." 

"Maybe you need some company?" he asked. 

"Maybe," she answered. 

Jane knew she was playing with fire but she didn't want these two young men 
to go away. She especially enjoyed the way the one across the table was 
looking at her, almost as if he could see right through her clothing! 

"I'm Paul and this is Billy," Paul said. "What's your name?" 

"Jane," she answered. 

"I can't still figure out why you're here alone. What's the matter? Did you 
have some sort of fight with your husband? Or maybe he wasn't enough for you 
tonight?" 

She looked away from him and blushed. He had almost hit right on the 
problem. Her husband wasn't enough for her. She still knew she could call 
this conversation to a halt and go back to her room but for some reason she 
couldn't. She wanted it to continue. 

"You are a good-looking thing," Paul said. "Really good-looking. I sure 
wouldn't let you run around loose if you were my wife. I know where I'd have 
you right now." 

"And where would that be," she said. 

"I'd have you up in my room on your back," he said. 

"Wouldn't your friend get jealous?" Jane said. 

"I thought he'd come along," Paul said. "Billy kind of-likes that sort of 
thing. So do I, baby." 

She finished her drink quickly, constantly telling herself that she didn't 
want to go to their room. She wanted to go back to her husband. Yet, there 
was a tingling excitement all over her body. 

"I should be getting back," she said. 

They didn't try to stop her. She almost wished they would have. She could 
feel their hungry eyes on her as she walked out of the bar. 

She went to the elevator and punched her floor. She stood there for about 
two minutes and then they followed her out of the bar. She had almost been 
sure they would. 

They got on either side of her as the elevator doors opened. They all 
stepped inside and Paul punched his floor. 

"That's not my floor," Jane said. 

"We thought you might come up for a drink," Paul said. 

"I've had a drink." 

"Then how about a stiff cock, baby," Billy said. His voice was shocking in 
the stillness of the elevator. "That's what you really came downstairs for!" 

Billy grabbed her before she could answer. He pushed her against the back of 
the elevator and he kissed her mouth. He was like an animal, his lips hot 
and demanding. She couldn't refuse the tongue that pushed against her lips. 

Her body relaxed as she opened her mouth and sucked at his tongue. He 
started moving it in and out of her mouth and she pressed her body a little 
closer against his. 

"Yeah," Billy said finally. "You know what you want and I know what I want. 
No more bullshitting." 

The elevator stopped. They took each arm as if they were afraid she was 
going to run away. She wasn't going to run away. It seemed like her legs had 
lead weights attached to them. 

Paul opened the door. His hand dropped down to caress one ass-cheek as he 
pushed Jane roughly ahead of him into the room. 

She didn't move away as Paul shut the door. Even the room seemed hotter than 
normal; her clothes seemed to bind her. She couldn't resist as Paul wrapped 
his big arms around her and jerked her tightly against his massive chest. 

"I didn't dream I was going to get a piece of ass like you tonight," Paul 
said. "You're nice!" 

His hands moved down her back to her hot ass-cheeks. He grabbed both her 
ass-cheeks as tightly as he could and pulled her even tighter against him so 
that she was feeling his swollen prick. 

"I'm going to fuck your ass off tonight," Paul said. "I'm going to fuck you 
silly!" 

Paul and Billy moved her over to the bed. She knew what she was doing was 
wrong but she didn't want to stop. There was a growing excitement in her. 

She stretched out on her back and Paul started kissing her mouth and his 
hands moved to her tits. At the same time Billy was playing with her tits 
and kissing her neck. 

She put a hand on each man's back. She was in heaven as they played with 
her. Her husband couldn't bring her these feelings. 

Perhaps Gunther had been right after all. Perhaps life with Harold was going 
to be difficult after all she had gone through. 

"I want to see those big tits," Paul said. "I want to see those fucking 
tits!" 

The tank top came off easily and she heard both men whistle at her beautiful 
tits. Paul and Billy both dove at her chest at almost the same time and for 
the first time she felt two sets of lips playing at her tits. Two hungry men 
were sucking at her tits. 

"Oh yes," she moaned. 

Billy was biting her titty-flesh while Paul gently sucked. Both of them made 
noises like animals as they sucked her titty-flesh. She kept feeling quick 
shudders of pleasure going through her. 

Two hands touched between her thighs. She couldn't get away from them as 
they started rubbing her through her thin shorts. She was glad she hadn't 
worn any panties because the friction of her shorts was enough to drive her 
crazy. 

"So fucking good," she gasped. "Oh yes, that does feel so fucking good!" 

"Let's get the bitch naked," Billy said. 

Quickly Billy got the zipper and Paul started pulling it down. She felt the 
cool air on her naked pussy and closed her thighs together but it didn't 
help. Paul's hand clamped down hard on her cunt. 

"She feels real good," Paul groaned. "I bet she's tighter than shit. I bet 
she's got a fucking nice cunt!" 

Paul slid a finger into her pussy and started finger-fucking her savagely. 
It seemed like his finger was going all through her body and touching her 
lips. She clamped her thighs together a little tighter and started moving 
her ass a little faster to increase the friction. 

Billy grinned as he moved his tongue down from her tits, kissing her belly 
and licking her navel. She reached down for his head and wrapped her fingers 
in his hair as his head moved down a little more until he was kissing at her 
silken cunt-hairs. 

"Oh, eat me," she moaned. "I haven't had my pussy eaten in so long. Eat it, 
please!" 

Billy laughed. He moved his face between her legs and kissed at her tender 
cunt lips. He waited until Paul had taken his fingers out of her cunt then 
rolled between her legs and pushed his tongue suddenly in between her cunt 
lips. 

Jane had thought he would lick her a little and it was a shock to feel his 
long tongue inside her. She wiggled her ass but he didn't stop. He drove his 
tongue deeper, exploring the insides of her wet pussy. 

He slid his hands underneath her, grabbed her ass-cheeks hard, and lifted 
her up. He started moving his tongue around the inside of her cunt until she 
was wiggling with joy, bucking her ass up against his face. 

"That does feel good," she moaned. "Oh yes, that does feel so good!" 

His tongue found her clitty and he sucked it into his mouth. For a few 
moments he sucked on it. Jane knew the fire was growing out of control in 
her body. He knew it also and he licked for a few moments more and then 
pulled his tongue out of her. 

"Don't stop," she begged. 

"Don't worry, baby," Billy said. "Neither one of us is going to stop. Not 
for a while!" 

Billy got up off the bed. Paul was already undressing and now Billy followed 
him. Billy got his clothes off in a few moments and Jane gasped at the hard 
lines of his body. She could see his cock standing up swollen and red. 

"She loves it," Billy said. "Look at her staring at my prick. I bet she 
wants to kiss it!" 

Billy didn't wait for an answer. He came to the bed and grabbed the back of 
her head, pulling her face toward his swollen cock. She smelled his strong 
cock aroma just before her lips touched his cockflesh. 

"Take it in your mouth, baby," Billy said. "Suck it for a while like I 
sucked your pussy!" 

She opened her mouth slightly but that was all Billy needed. He rammed his 
prick into her mouth deep, held it inside her mouth for a long time, and 
then he pushed again. His prick was slowly going deep into the back of her 
throat. 

His balls slapped her chin as his prick went in deep. He grabbed the back of 
her head tightly and started pushing a little harder. Jane couldn't take any 
more of his cock inside her mouth; she was choking already. He just laughed 
as he gave another shove and it seemed like his balls were going into her 
mouth. 

"You sweet bitch," Billy groaned. "You can take it, bitch. You can fucking 
take it!" 

Paul was back on the bed again. He put his hand back over her pussy and 
rammed his middle finger deep into her cunt. Suddenly she was an animal who 
could not control herself. She started sucking at Billy's prick as hard as 
she could while she moved her ass for Paul's fingers. 

"Oh shit!" Paul said. "She's a fucking hot bitch. She goes fucking crazy!" 

Jane sucked harder and started using her tongue around his feverish 
prickflesh. She could taste his cum and that seemed to make her hotter. Her 
cunt-juices were dripping out of her cunt and wetting Paul's fingers. 

Paul moved closer so that he could rub his prick against the side of her 
leg. She could feel the wetness from his cum and started rubbing her legs 
against his prick and making even more of his cum drip out. 

"I've got to have some of her fucking pussy," Billy said. "I've got to see 
if that sweet bitch is as good a fuck as I think she's going to be!" 

"I will be," she promised. "I'll be the best. I'll move my ass for you!" 

She was already moving in pleasure. Billy moved over her body and she lifted 
her legs high. He thrust gently and his prick slid halfway into her cunt. 

"Oh, that's so fucking good," she cried out. "I love your cock. Put it in me 
deep. Deep, you bastard!" 

Billy's body seemed to shudder. He didn't seem to believe he could have a 
piece this wild underneath him. He drew back and then rammed into her again. 
His prick went into her so deeply that she could feel it going all the way 
through her body. 

"So fucking good!" Jane cried. "Oh yes, that's so fucking good. You're 
making me feel good, baby. So fucking good!" 

He started ramming her hard. His cock would come out of her pussy and then 
rammed into her again. His balls felt full of cum. She was trembling as she 
raised her ass as high as she could. She wanted to feel stuffed with his big 
prick. 

"You want mine in your mouth, baby?" Paul said. "You want to suck mine while 
he's fucking you?" 

"Oh yes," she whispered. 

Billy slowed his fucking thrusts down as if he wanted to enjoy it a little 
longer. Paul slipped up her body and placed his swollen cock against her 
lips. He pushed gently and his prick went halfway into her mouth and Jane 
sucked savagely, taking it all. She could feel his cock knob at the deepest 
part of her throat. 

"Oh shit," Paul said. "It feels good. It feels so fucking good. You know how 
to make me feel good, baby!" 

Paul pushed his cock into her mouth for a few moments and then pulled his 
prick out of her. She hardly thought about what he was doing as he started 
pushing her over on her side. Billy kept fucking her with slow thrusts while 
Paul pressed against her shapely ass from behind. 

She relaxed as Paul started pushing his cock into her tight ass-hole. She 
moved back against him and felt his cock sliding into her all the way. She 
had never felt such pleasure. She had two cocks inside her and both of them 
started fucking her with slow strokes! 

"That does feel good," she moaned. "So fucking good. You're making me feel 
so fucking good!" 

They both started fucking her a little harder. Somehow they had the same 
rhythm as they drove their cocks into her. His cock in her ass didn't hurt 
her now, not this time. This time she was pushing back against him as hard 
as she could. 

"Fucking good," Paul said. "She's so fucking good. She knows how to move her 
ass." 

"Your fucking husband is wasted on you," Billy moaned. 

They fucked her savagely and it was just what she wanted. She could hear the 
sounds of her body being plowed very hard and she loved it. 

"Fuck me harder," she moaned. 

They seemed to be determined to-fill her with cock. They were both driving 
into her brutally and she could feel their cocks rubbing together through 
the thin walls of her cunt. 

"Oh fuck," she moaned. "That's so good. You don't know how good it makes me 
feel. 

It's so good. Oh fuuuuck!" 

Her own movements seemed to be tearing her apart. Her juices poured out of 
her cunt and soaked Billy's cock. He didn't seem to mind as he fucked her 
even harder. 

Some of his cum was already dripping inside her. He lost his rhythm as he 
got really hot and started fucking her with fast, furious strokes. 

"I'm going to blow my wad," he groaned. "Oh shit, I'm blowing my wad 
already. I can't fucking wait. Oh fucking shit. Mother fucking shit!" 

He screamed again as he rammed deep inside her and then his cock was hot and 
spurting. She started rubbing her cunt against his prick and taking as much 
as she could. 

At the same time Paul was fucking her harder. 

"You sweet fucking bitch!" Paul groaned. "You sweet fucking bitch. I'm 
blowing my wad. Oh fuuuck!" 

Paul rammed his cock into her and his cock started spitting cum into her 
ass-hole. It seemed like both of them were coming at the same time and she 
had never been filled with cum. 

She only thought about her husband after it was all over with. 

"I've got to go," Jane said. "My husband will miss me." 

"Stay the night," Paul insisted. 

"I can't, really," she said. 

"Then come back in the morning. Send your husband on an errand and come back 
early. We'll fuck the shit out of you again!" 

"I shouldn't," she said. 

But Jane knew she would go back. She needed what these men could give her. 
Gunther had taught her that and it was a lesson she would never forget. 


THE END
