A Passionate Prisoner
by Tom Benson
(LLP-761)


FOREWORD 

It is one thing to be naive, and it is something else to be kept in 
ignorance. The biggest crime parents commit against their own teenage 
daughters today is to keep them ignorant of the physical relationship 
between a male and female. It is a sad commentary on our times that young 
brides go to their wedding beds, totally unaware of what is waiting for them 
and what is expected. 

According to various polls, a "shocking" thirty percent of teenage females 
have experienced one kind of sexual contact or other. The really shocking 
thing is that seventy percent remain in complete darkness. The parents 
believe they are protecting their children by keeping them ignorant, but the 
sad truth is, young males experience premature ejaculation because they have 
not been instructed in the proper way to pace themselves. 

And young females experience terror and pain because they are being brutally 
and ineptly manhandled by equally ignorant and savage males who believe the 
ejaculation of their semen into a woman will bring her the same kind of 
delightful feelings they enjoy. 

The heroine in this book is a naive female. Twenty-five years of-age, she 
has never permitted a male to "manhandle" her, and as a result she has 
remained completely in the dark where sex is concerned. Her eventual 
education is one that would terrify many experienced women. But an 
experienced woman, knowing what she might expect, would be able to adjust 
herself to it. Not so our heroine. It is sheer luck, added to her inner 
sensuality which is brought out, that saves her and makes a truly whole 
woman of her. 



Chapter One 

"C'mon, Phyl,' the handsome twenty-eight-year-old man was saying to the pert 
brunette with the page-boy hair style. "How about a date for Saturday 
night?" 

"Sorry, Harvey," she insisted. "You're all hands, and if there's one thing I 
can't stand, it's going out with an octopus." 

She giggled and walked away from him, and he stood there watching the pert 
figure in the tight, grey suit. Her ass wiggled from side to side as if 
there were two wildcats in a tight sack trying to fight their way out. 

Though twenty-five, Phyllis Fane still had the face of a young girl, with 
round cheeks, a short nose, wide, brown eyes, and full, voluptuous, 
heart-shaped lips. She was pretty, but not beautiful. Her breasts pushed 
firmly against her white blouse, two outstanding protuberances inviting men 
to touch and caress them. But her sparkling eyes would darken at the mere 
hint of anyone wanting to do so. 

Phyllis had been born in extreme pain. As a result, she was an only child. 
Her mother had sworn never to have any other children. Whenever her father 
craved his husbandly rights, Phyllis's mother would put in a diaphragm, 
while her father would use a prophylactic, and when it was all over, the 
mother would douche herself out, making certain the diaphragm remained 
securely in place, overnight. 

Phyllis's mother had spared nothing in telling her daughter the agonies of 
childbirth. She neglected to teacher her daughter the joys of copulation, 
and as a result, Phyllis had a dreaded fear of any man laying a hand on her. 
And so, at the age of twenty-five Phyllis Fane was a virgin in the true 
sense of the word. She was literally untouched. No boy had so much as 
caressed her breasts or kissed her lips. 

When she left college, three years earlier, Phyllis became part of the 
Gotham National Bank. She was a teller, earning a hundred-and-sixty dollars 
a week ... before deductions ... and she was quite content to remain a 
teller. She lived with her parents, had no expenses save for clothing, and 
had more than $8,500 stashed in her own private bank account. After what her 
mother had told her, she had no intention of marrying. She had been born 
with her virginal hymen intact, and she intended keeping it that way until 
she died. 

Fate, however, decreed otherwise. 

 Chapter Two 

It was a bright June morning when Phyllis took her place behind the high 
counter in the bank. She liked the modern banks with their airiness. Gotham 
National was modern in every way save one: its security system. It lacked 
the sensors in the cash drawers which would set off a silent alarm at police 
headquarters if the last bill was removed from any of the slots. It also 
lacked the video cameras and private monitors. Not that the bank didn't 
intend to put all these things in . . . eventually. It already had silent 
alarm buttons under the counters where each teller stood. The buttons were 
activated by strong knee pressure. 

Early in the morning almost no one did any work save for the teller at the 
drive-in window. So Phyllis was surprised to see the goodlooking man with 
the blue sport shirt standing before her part of the counter. He had black, 
curly hair, narrow eyes, a thin nose, and a small mouth. He was very thin, 
and he handed her what looked like a withdrawal slip. It was, in fact, a 
withdrawal slip, but he had written all over it. 

THIS IS A ROBBERY. I AND MY TWO FRIENDS HAVE PISTOLS IN OUR POCKETS AND WE 
WON'T HESITATE TO USE THEM. FILL THE TWO SACKS I'M GIVING YOU WITH HUNDRED 
DOLLAR BILLS. 

Phyllis stared at the man, terrified for the moment. He seemed to smile at 
her, but she finally saw the nervousness underneath. 

"Please hurry," he whispered. "I know either you or one of the other tellers 
has set off an alarm at the police station by now, and we want to be out of 
here before the police arrive." 

Phyllis hurriedly scooped the bills into the two sacks the man handed, 
noting two other tellers were doing the same thing for two other men. 

"Here," she gasped, handing him the sacks. "Please don't hurt me." 

"I won't, if you do as I say," he told her. "Come around from in back there. 
Hurry!" 

Terrified, Phyllis moved to the end of the counter and walked through the 
little door. The man grabbed her arm and led her out of the bank with his 
two companions following. The bank guard never even noticed something was 
wrong. 

They pushed her into a van, and while one of the other two, one with a 
crooked nose, got behind the wheel of the van, the third man joined the 
dark-haired man in the back. Both of the other two men had light, brown 
hair. They looked very much alike except that the driver had a crooked nose 
and the other man had a flat nose. They were as thin as the dark-haired man, 
but not as tall. Though Phyllis didn't have too good a look at the driver, 
the other man seemed to have an almost vacant look in his eyes. 

"Take off, Vinnie," the dark-haired man said to the driver. 

The van took off, moved three blocks, then turned a corner, and stopped. The 
three men got out dragging Phyllis, and they prepared to jump into another 
van. This one was a light-brown, whereas the van they had parked in front of 
the bank was dark green. 

"Leave her here," the one called Vinnie said. "We don't want no kidnap rap, 
as well." 

"Screw that," the dull-witted one snapped. "We don't want this cunt sounding 
off to the cops about us. I say snuff her." 

"Knock it off, Gino," the dark-haired man barked. "We take her with us, then 
dump her when it's safe. After seven years no one can touch you for a bank 
robbery. But there's no statute of limitations on murder." 

"Who made you boss, Sal?" Gino asked. 

"You wanna stay here arguing all day," the dark-haired one called Sal asked, 
dragging Phyllis into the back of the van with him as Vinnie left the green 
van and got behind the wheel of the other one. Gino jumped in as well, shut 
the door, and the van began rolling away. 

Oh God! Phyllis thought. She was going to be a hostage just like all those 
other people she read about, every day. God! It was one thing to read about 
it. But to have it happen to her. Wow\ But why did it have to be her? Every 
sensitive nerve in her frightened body shuddered, because she had heard what 
men like this did to helpless girls. She had no illusions about their 
releasing her, untouched. She was going to be raped. They would do horrible 
things her mother had told her about, plunging their thick penises into her 
helpless pussy again and again. There was no way for her to avoid pregnancy. 
True, if they let her go, she'd be able to get proper treatment at a 
hospital. Did they call it an abortion when the foetus was a day old, or 
less? 

As if Gino had been listening to her private thoughts, his hand began an 
exploratory movement all over the slenderness of her girlish waist. Sal was 
busy trying to count the money and didn't notice what Gino was doing, and 
Vinnie was driving. 

Phyllis was afraid to cry out. Gino had a sick mind. His hand ran excitedly 
over the side of her body. He was panting heavily, his tongue hanging out 
like an animal. His two hands had gripped her knees as she sat with her back 
against the side of the van and her knees upraised. He moved around in front 
of her, tugging with his hands, concentrating all his energy on tugging the 
soft inner sides of her thighs apart with his knee wedged between them. 
Phyllis struggled now, fighting with all her strength, but her straining 
legs were slowly being forced open by the pressure against them. The anxious 
man's knees forced their way between her thighs and she felt a clothed 
solidity press along the top of her thigh. She shuddered in revulsion, 
realizing this sick man was already trying to do all those horrible things 
to her about which her mother had warned her. There was a, single, 
forty-watt bulb dangling from the ceiling of the van, letting Phyllis see 
everything. His penis had already hardened because of the licentious contact 
he had made with her thighs, and now the half-wit was trying to wedge his 
straining erection against the softness of her totally defenseless vagina. 
All that stood between his penis and her pussy was his pants and her 
panties. She didn't even wear pantyhose. Like a teenage girl, she still wore 
socks. 

Beneath his pants, Gino's stiffened cock was pushing very solidly and 
indelicately into the narrow junction between Phyllis's tender thighs. He 
pressed forward, and the delicate cloth of her panties was pushed wispily 
into the barely moist crevice of her helplessly spread young cunt. 

The van sped along through the city, and a few minutes later was on a 
highway. After awhile it turned off onto a dirt roadway, leaving all 
civilization seemingly behind. Vinnie, the driver, continued concentrating 
on the road. 

"Slow down a little," Sal, the goodlooking one said to Vinnie. "We don't 
want a broken axle." 

"Got a cigarette?" Vinnie asked. 

"Right here," Sal told him, taking one from his shirt pocket, lighting it, 
and giving it to Vinnie. 

Sal turned to look at her, sitting beside her, letting his hand touch her 
face and shoulders. 

"You sure are pretty," he purred. 

"Don't hurt me," Phyllis begged. 

"Depends on what you mean by 'hurt," Gino laughed. 

"Why don't you get off the girl," Sal snapped. 

"Shit!" Gino barked. "You're acting like she's private property or 
something. We're all supposed to get our licks." 

"You'll get yours," Sal assured him. 

Oh God! Phyllis thought. They'll rape me and then they'll kill me. Fear 
charged through her mind as she felt icy terror continue to clutch at her 
heart. 

The van bounced along the desolate dirt road. Sal handed Gino a cigarette, 
and soon all three men were smoking. He offered one to Phyllis, but she 
declined. She glanced again and again at the one called Gino, terrified by 
his dull-witted appearance. His shaggy, unkempt, light brown hair was 
glistening with perspiration. The smoke became heavier and heavier.until 
Phyllis thought she would strangle on the rolling clouds of it. 

"C'mon," Sal told her, forcing his cigarette against her lips. "Take a 
puff." 

Phyllis felt him forcing the tubular shape into her mouth and she found 
herself pulling on it, exhaling the smoke as quickly as possible. Then she 
broke into a fit of coughing. 

A long period of time followed, and Phyllis felt a nausea as he continually 
forced her to smoke. 

"How's it going back there?" Vinnie called out. 

"Just fine," Sal replied. 

Abruptly, the dark-haired Sal, who was obviously the leader, ground out his 
cigarette on the metal floor of the van, then rolled on top of Phyllis, 
prying her thighs apart and wedging himself between her limbs as Gino had 
done, earlier. He ground his throbbing penis against the softness of her 
panty-covered crotch, chuckling softly in her ear. 

"Please," Phyllis whimpered. "Don't do this." 

Her sobs only made Sal laugh again. He blew into her ear, his smoke-tainted 
breath sickening to her, though she did feel waves of goosebumps wash over 
her. She was attracted by the very things that revulsed her. 

Phyllis stiffened and twisted her face to the side, straining to look out 
the rear windows of the van, as if somewhere out there, in the late morning 
scenery, she might find something . . . anything to save her. God! She was 
wishing for a miracle and she knew it. But the empty, stark land rolled by, 
and not a single other car appeared. There was only the sunlight tinting the 
rear floor of the van, letting her know they were heading in a westerly 
direction. 

"Come on, Sal," Gino whined. "Lemmee get a look at the chick. Roll her over 
and get those clothes offa her." There was the whining sound of a psychotic 
in his voice, and Phyllis was utterly terrified. 

"You just relax, Gino," Sal told him in a self-assured voice. "She's got all 
the equipment. You take my word for it. I've already checked her out." 

"Shit, it looks like you're doing more than just checking her out," Gino 
snapped, reaching out and grabbing her by the hair, tugging her head into 
his lap so that she lay on the floor now. "I wanna see how much of those 
jugs is her and how much is padding." 

"Shut up, Gino, you're starting to bug me," Sal insisted. 

"All I got is her head," Gino complained, his voice heavy with vicious 
overtones. 

Tears of humiliation and shame began filling Phyllis's eyes. She listened to 
the two men discussing her as if she were some kind of commodity in a 
grocery store that had been loaded into the van with the purpose of taking 
her to market. It was as if she were the animal, and they were the human 
beings. Now wasn't that a laugh. Except that the horror of the situation was 
almost too much for her. She found herself so revulsed, she was unable to 
think clearly. She tried to think of some way out of the situation, but it 
was all but impossible. Here she was, with three men who had stollen at 
least thirty-thousand dollars from the bank where she worked, and they were 
contemplating her rape as coolly as she might buy a chicken for supper. All 
she knew, at this point, was, each of their heatedly intimate touches and 
their coarse remarks was doing something to her that would change from the 
happily ignorant young woman she had been only minutes ago. 

Phyllis felt Sal's hand possessively close around her body as he tugged her 
nearer to him, and once again she became aware of how totally and completely 
hopeless and defenseless she was at the present time. He was worming his 
body closer to hers, and Phyllis became aware of the deodorant soap he had 
used earlier in the day. Well at least he wasn't one of those hippies who 
went around keeping his body dirty all the time. Sal was actually behind 
her, and she was fitted, spoon-shaped against his body, save for her head 
which rested in Gino's lap. Even Gino, mental midget that he was, was not 
unclean. Thank God for small favors. 

Sal was caressing her, pressing himself all the more firmly against her, his 
knees bending where hers bent, his chest rubbing firmly against her back, 
while her softly rounded buttocks fitted nicely against his pelvis, 
shuddering as it felt the bulge of his hard penis. Her soft flesh shivered 
as it felt the pulsating contact with his jutting hardness and she quaked, 
imagining the licentious look of lust crawling all over the man's face. An 
eternity of time passed as Sal's probing phallic extension made contact with 
her firm, young flesh. She sensed it growing harder and stiffer. 

"How much longer till we get there?" Sal called out to Vinnie, panting 
heavily, his hand moving anxiously along the young girl's thighs under her 
suit dress. "I think our little chippie's getting a mite uncomfortable back 
here." 

"Figure fifteen, maybe twenty minutes," Vinnie called back to them. "Maybe a 
little longer. Hey, look, Sal, if you're hot to fuck the chick, do it now 
and get it over with. I don't want you and Gino breathing down my back every 
few minutes asking how much longer." 

"What's bugging you, Vinnie?" Sal asked. 

"We'll be going through a hick town, soon, and I don't want her screaming 
her lungs out. So if you're gonna fuck her, pop her cherry before we get to 
the town." 

"Stay cool," Sal assured Vinnie, the driver. "She can't move without our 
saying so, and if she screams, we'll knock her pretty teeth down her 
throat." 

Sal chuckled and he pinched Phyllis's thigh under her skirt where the two 
soft innersides of her loins came together. Phyllis jumped, gasping, but her 
head was held firmly in place by Gino Ballardo. She groaned in protest, and 
more tears spilled down her pretty cheeks. 

"Please don't, she gasped, "It hurts . . ." and then Gino's hand was clamped 
over her mouth, muffling her. 

"Now she can't make no kinda noise," Gino leered. 

"Go easy on her," Sal told him, panting heavily. 

"Pull down her pants," Gino gasped, tugging her dress up with his free hand. 
"Let's get a look at the goods." 

Phyllis looked up and saw the. feral glint of amusement in Gino's sick eyes. 
He was all but drooling on her as he stared at her slender thighs, obviously 
enjoying the sight of her helplessly plastered down, this way. Her blouse 
had pulled free of her skirt, and her jacket was open. Gino tugged on the 
bottom of her blouse until it had ridden up to reveal the brassiere-covered 
breasts. Below the white material of her brassiere he saw the pink-white 
smoothness of her flesh, the taut belly gleaming in the incandescent light. 
He grunted with lascivious delight as Sal rubbed her belly, smiling at the 
way Phyllis twitched and shuddered at the man's touch. 

"My god!" Gino gasped, sucking in his breath, his mouth gaping wide as he 
stared, taking in the entire wide stretch pink and white flesh that was her 
smooth abdomen, exposed as it was over the small white triangle of her nylon 
panties. Sal was already unbuttoning her skirt and shucking it down over her 
wriggling hips. He smiled at Gino, saying, "It appears to me, any cunt that 
wears panties that skimpy is just begging to be fucked. Hell, we'd be 
downright bastards not to screw her here and now." 

"Damn right," Gino agreed. "Let's fuck the little bitch silly." 

"Jesus! I think I can smell her quim juice all the way up here," Vinnie 
called back. 

"Yeah," Sal nodded. "It's been awhile since I've had a plump cunt this 
prime. I'm gonna fuck her now." 

Phyllis groaned, squirming, feeling the rising hardness in Gino's lap rub 
against her cheek. The man raised his legs a little, actually clutching her 
face with his thighs around the temples. Lower down, Sal's groin was still 
crammed spoonlike into her tender buttocks as his fingers gripped the open 
part of her jacket and began tearing it off so they wouldn't have to lift 
her body. 

Phyllis felt the grip of terror as never before. A frantic energy tore 
through her and she writhed and bounced and bucked her body with all the 
strength at her command. She did her best to wrench her face from between 
Gino's clamping thighs while throwing Sal's pressuring stiffness away from 
her, as well. 

"Hold her down you fucking moron," Sal yelled at Gino, sliding his hand 
under her wildly bouncing hips, pinning them roughly to the floor. 

"Oh God!" she gasped. "Please, please don't do this to me. For heaven's sake 
don't do this . . ." 

Gino's hand had slipped from her mouth for an instant, allowing her to yell. 
Now it clamped more tightly than ever against her lips. Her further 
anguished cries and piteous pleas were abruptly cut off, choked back down 
into her constricted chest. Only a faint, helpless mewling escaped from 
under the tightly clamping fingers. 

And then Phyllis felt Sal's weight move away from her body. There was a 
long, tortured moment of silently hanging suspense while his muscular calves 
inched down the sides of her legs until his face was actually above her 
knees. She jerked as he tried tugging her knees farther apart, and that was 
when Gino tore her blouse from her body. Now her smooth torso was in plain 
sight, as was the soft, rounded fullness of her partially panty covered 
asscheeks. Vinnie had adjusted the rearview mirror so he was able to see as 
well, and his eyes bulged with salacious desire as each delicious inch of 
the girl's delicately curved thighs came into view. 

"Pull her around so I can get a good look at those luscious tits," Vinnie 
called back. 

"You keep your mind on your driving," Sal told him, his trembling hands 
curling around her narrow, kicking ankles, tugging them more than slightly 
apart. His eyes began roaming very slowly up the bare, slightly parted 
columns of her columnar thighs, and he ran the tip of his tongue across his 
lips with hungry lust. Her small, narrow, well-shaped ankles curved 
delicately up into full-blown calves, then enlarged into the smooth satiny 
softness of her full upper haunches. The whitely clean triangle of her panty 
briefs had been moved aside by her constant struggling, and now the rounded 
gloves of her smooth, white asscheeks were completely exposed to both, his 
view, and that of the demented Gino. Only a narrow strip of very thin nylon 
cloth was wedged into the slenderly trembling crevice of her youthfully firm 
buttocks. Sal saw the thin curls of her sparse, dark pubic hairs appearing 
under the edges of the bunched-up material where it ran in a thin white band 
down between her thighs. 

Phyllis was raving with terror, now. Her mind was no longer coherent as it 
raced with dreadful certainty, realizing what she feared most in the entire 
world was about to happen. These strange men, these evil friends, were about 
to sink the lengths of their indecent flesh into the most intimate parts of 
her trembling body. She felt sick with humiliation as disgust rampantly 
charged through her. She cowered with shame and humiliation, hating herself 
for not being able to properly fight back. The sons of bitches . . . the 
scums who didn't even know her name were going to plunge into her like 
rutting pigs without the slightest trace of compassion or human 
understanding. She was a vessel; a mindless receptacle for the lewdly 
bubbling sperm that was inside them. Dear God! How was it possible for there 
to be such cruelly bestial men on this earth. It wasn't right. 

There was absolutely nothing Phyllis was able to do about it. Her inability 
to retaliate in any way merely increased her inner sense of total 
degradation. This was a living nightmare. God! God! God! If only she were 
stronger. If only there was some way to fight back, or at least escape. 

Her attention was brutally jerked back to reality by the tingling sensations 
of Sal's hands wandering continually up and down the sides of her body. He 
teased her nakedly cringing flesh roughly as his fingers worked up the backs 
of her legs. He all but pinched her, kneading her white skin tightly, all 
but gripping them in his fists. Then he pinched her soft inner thighs, 
roughly grabbing them between his lingers, and the pained woman whimpered 
and sobbed in helpless anguish. She imagined what his leering face must look 
like, behind her, as his hands continued freely roaming over her body, so 
obediently splayed out on the floor of the van. She ground her body down 
hard against the metal bottom, as if hoping to drill her way through with 
her navel in a vain attempt to escape Sal's moving hands. She leaped when 
his hands touched her hips. He rolled the luscious firmness of her softly 
warm flesh between his hands and then wormed one finger into the heavily 
perspiring crevice of her rounded buttocks, right at the top above the 
elastic waistband of her panties. 

"Hey, this is real nice," he said to the Ballardo brothers, excitedly 
working his moving finger down into the shadows of the slenderly dividing 
crevice until it completely disappeared from sight. 

Gino loudly grunted his agreement as his eyeballs almost fell out. He'd had 
so few females in his lifetime, the idea he would eventually be getting into 
this one thrilled him as rising desire suffused him, turning him red. 
Vinnie, behind the wheel, glanced into the rearview mirror, then returned 
his eyes to the road, taking out a handkerchief to mop the perspiration from 
his forehead. 

Phyllis groaned as Gino's hard cock, under his pants, continued rubbing 
against her cheek. His own hand capped the back of her skull, jamming her 
forehead solidly against his excitedly throbbing penis. Her nose flattened 
against the base of the shaft and she felt the bluntly rounded outline of 
the blood-bloated head pressing heatedly through the material of his pants. 
The none-too-bright Gino ran his free hand through his scrubby light-brown 
hair, looking with glee at the sight of the young girl's helpless body 
stretched out nakedly below him. A small circle of wetness was already 
seeping through his pants, and Phyllis felt it against her temple and she 
shuddered, realizing just what it was she was feeling. The obscenely hard 
organ was leaking its oily lubricant. Uuuuggghhh! She tried lifting her 
cheek from it, but Gino's hand pressed against her skull, jamming her face 
even deeper into his throbbing groin than it had been, before. Phyllis began 
loudly sobbing as the man rotated his anguished crotch against her fevered 
face, letting his hands move down to the bareness of her back and then 
suddenly brutally pinching her back all the way up to her neck. 

"She kinda looks like a girl in a bikini," Gino mused. "But I go for the 
natural, all-together look, myself." 

Once again Vinnie looked in the rearview mirror, watching the action taking 
place in the rear of the van. The mirror was tilted just right, letting him 
see the voluptuous curves of the victim they had trapped. 

Phyllis's shoulders heaved and shook as she wildly sobbed, feeling totally 
helpless and unable to do anything. Shame and humiliations wracked her 
trembling body, and it suddenly became too much for her to bear. She heard 
them laughing, and she knew they were laughing at her while Sal and Gino 
pawed and pulled at her body like wild animals. She thought of all the men 
she had dated who had gently tried persuading her to their point of view. 
Not one had so much as cupped his hands over her breasts, and now she 
thought how ridiculous it all was, considering the lowest kind of human 
vermin were doing things with her she believed to be unconscionable. She had 
always been so self-righteous with her dates, pushing their hands away, not 
allowing them-the right to touch her sacred body. But God! She was willing 
to exchange what she had now for anything at all with those other boy 
friends. At least the others were decent and warm and loving and they kissed 
her with passion, making her feel good inside. It would have been far better 
to lose her virginity to a man who had feeling for her than these miserable, 
clawing beasts who were all over her body at once. Now she cringed, feeling 
Gino's hand wildly moving up and down her spine as if not knowing where next 
to touch her. He had her rolled over on her belly completely, and she 
tightened with fear as his fingers fought clumsily with the clasp of her 
brassiere. And then he had it open, and Phyllis felt her large, fully 
ripened young breasts come tumbling out like two large melons of ivory. She 
tried pulling away, and Gino grabbed her by the hair, yanking her forward, 
throwing her more across his lap so her breasts hung obscenely down over 
each side of his right leg with his knee deeply pressed into the cleavage 
between. The small buds of her tan nipples made contact with the coolness of 
the air and began involuntarily stiffening and lengthening, pointing 
straight down at the metal floor of the van. 

"Now the hot little twat looks like she's wearing only half a bikini," Gino 
snorted. 

"Hold her down while I pull those skimpy panties off," Sal grunted, sliding 
his hands slowly down from the narrow slimness of her soft waist, moving 
over the delightfully outward flare of her rounded young hips. 

All of a sudden Phyllis's body jerked, writhing back to life as she felt 
Sal's fingers moving from the swell of her hip bones to the tight elastic 
band at the top of her panties. She had lain limply beneath them for quite 
some time, feeling as if all the life had been drained out of her while the 
two continuously ran their hands all over her helplessly trembling flesh, 
even to the point of uncovering her breasts. But now she was unable to 
remain quiescent. That moment she had feared most had finally arrived, and 
she was fully aware that the virginity she had struggled so hard to protect 
all her life from all the nice guys who had dated her was about to disappear 
into nothingness. Once they pulled her panties down, or more likely once 
they tore them off, baring her vagina, there was no hope. At that moment she 
would have preferred to simply die. Anything was better than this which was 
about to happen to her. This was her last opportunity to resist, and she 
decided she would rather fall out of a moving truck, totally naked than let 
them have their way. She gathered all her strength and pushed herself up 
from the floor, away from the two men. Then she leaped to the rear of the 
van, grabbing for the inside door handle. She was free for all of two 
seconds, but two seconds weren't long enough. Sal reached out and encircled 
her waist with an arm, tugging her back. She spun as she fell, dropping to 
her knees, feeling the metal of the van floor scrape her. 

"The bitch was trying to jump out," Sal snapped, his arm still around her 
waist as he pressed her backside to him. He fell to the floor of the van on 
his back, pulling Phyllis up, then down so that she fell on her back against 
his body. 

Gino jumped up and fell across her legs to keep her from moving. Even so, 
she pulled one leg free, and then she began kicking, clawing and she even 
would have screamed had Sal not clamped a hand over her mouth while holding 
her against him by gripping a breast. Their brutal strength totally 
overpowered her, and little by little she was over on to her stomach and 
forced into her original position with her head flung even harder into 
Gino's lap. She shuddered and quivered as the mental midget brutally pressed 
his fist into the nape of her tender neck, applying a wickedly cruel 
viselike pressure to the sides of her head with his legs. 

"Goddamn stupid cunt," he snapped, reaching beneath her naked torso and 
grabbing one of the full, dangling breasts as it hung nakedly beneath her. 
He squeezed it and applied heavy pressure to it until she gasped and cried. 
Then his hand moved to the other breast, pulling on it even more viciously, 
squeezing until she sobbed her anguish out loud. Gino laughed, and Phyllis 
realized he was a complete sadist. He was overjoyed at^ her attempted 
escape. This gave him the opportunity to punish her brutally. The girl did 
her best not to give the man the satisfaction of loudly crying, but the pain 
seemed too much for her to take when he grabbed her sensitively throbbing 
nipple between his thumb and index finger, squeezing it so tight the girl 
feared it would literally burst open like a squeezed berry. The pressure 
became so intense, a new flood of tears filled her eyes and ran down her 
cheeks. She broke out with long, loud sobs. Gino continued kneading the 
nipple between his fingers, grinding her face even harder against his 
throbbing cock, making her all too-painfully aware of its existence. His 
face broke into a wide grin of lasciviously contorted ecstasy as his body 
pounded up and down as if trying to come merely from the pressure. His back 
was against the rear of the van's driver's seat and he rolled his head from 
side to side, once again letting his hands play along her creamy white back, 
letting his fingernails trail into the smoothly white flesh. He moaned and 
rubbed his hand against her shoulderblades, once more letting his fingers 
run down to the elastic top of her panty waistband. He tugged on it 
frenetically, and then his cruel fingers slid beneath and all but cut into 
the tender softness of her asscheeks, crushing the firmly rounded moons 
again and again. - 

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" Sal asked, suddenly 
interrupting, grabbing Gino's hand and flinging it away from the girl's 
body. "Just remember Gino, whether you like it or not, I'm the one running 
this entire show." 

Vito's upper torso fell against the back of the driver's seat. The man had 
been taken completely by surprise. "Hey," he yelled at Sal. "It ain't like 
you got some kinda claim on her, you know." 

"Right now, that's exactly what I have . . . some kind of claim on her. I'm 
the one who's supposed to be fucking her." 

"Hey," Vinnie yelled from the driver's seat, "suppose we stop all that 
bitching back there. I gotta concentrate on the road." 

"I figure we should at least wait until we get to where we're going," Gino 
insisted, frowning tersely at the angrily poised figure of Sal Vito. 

"Fine," Sal told him. "You wait. I'm tired of waiting," he grunted, and 
kneeled over the helplessly splayed out body of the young woman. "I'm 
getting into her cunt, now." 

Sal's eyes ran with mounting excitement over the youthful loveliness of the 
trembling woman's nakedly shivering body as it lay helplessly stretched out 
before him in a pitiful pose of helpless submission. God! It had been such a 
long time since he'd fucked something this delectable. Hell! He'd had his 
share of young quiff, but this wasn't ordinary twat. This was a really 
special cunt, attached to a real lady, and not some dumb tramp. This was a 
young, pure, helpless little pussy. Small beads of perspiration broke out 
all over his upper lip, and his hand trembled as he once again reached out 
and touched the narrowness of Phyllis's waist. He waited a moment, then 
reached out with his other hand, and then he slowly, carefully began peeling 
down the flimsy nylon material, revealing in all their majestic glory the 
swollen mounds of her buttocks, gradually exposing her smoothly resilient 
young flesh. Then, in an abrupt gesture of impatient nervousness, he tugged 
the panties below her knees, watching as her rounded white spheres jostled 
firmly and nakedly before his hungering eyes. 

Phyllis shuddered in complete and total shame as well as abject 
embarrassment, feeling the last little bit of her protective clothing 
dangling uselessly around her trim ankles. Then she heard the rasping sound 
of an opening zipper behind her, and she began groaning in horror, the 
sounds coming from the depths of her inner self. She felt the sudden, 
lengthly heated bluntness of the man's throbbingly hardened penis fall free 
against the lower part of her upper leg. Tiny drops of colorless lubrication 
had already started seeping from the pulsating, expanding and contracting 
glans, and Phyllis shuddered in disgust and revulsion, feeling the fluid 
smear stickily across the underside of her nakedly exposed thigh. 

Oh God! It was going to happen now! He was going to ravish her, sinking the 
wickedly cruel instrument all the way into her, tearing her helpless hymen 
into a million different pieces of tissue and spotted blood. Tears continued 
flooding her eyes and running down her cheeks. Then, it happened, making her 
feel more terrible shame than before. Humiliation coursed over her entire 
body as the probing finger pressed solidly against the small vertical 
opening of her sparsely bearded young vagina. 

"Ohhhhhh . . . huuuuhhhhhh . . . n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ..." Phyllis begged as the 
finger slipped part of the way into her. 

"Holy shit!" Sal exclaimed. "She's cherry." His voice fell to a soft, almost 
gentle whisper as he looked at Gino and said, "Who'd have believed it in 
this day and age. Not that she's an old fart or anything like that. But can 
you imagine a cunt this age being a virgin?" 

Phyllis's entire body twitched and jerked insanely in a maddening attempt to 
once again wrench herself away from her captors as Sal's licentiously 
searching finger pushed harder, making her tender belly grind frantically 
against the metal floor of the van. Her firmly rounded resilient asscheeks 
clenched tightly together. 

"Oh yeah, this cunt is a pure virgin, all right,'-' Sal went on. "I tell 
you, I can feel that cherry," he gasped, struggling to keep the length of 
his finger pressed halfway into her as her vaginal walls tried to push him 
out, unused to having anything invade it. Sal kept trying to worm his finger 
a little deeper, but her hymeneal membrane continually resisted, preventing 
deeper penetration. Sal threw his head back, laughing as he said, "This will 
have to be handled by a true artist." 

"Hey," Gino cried out. "I'll do it. I'll cop her cherry," he shouted, and 
excitedly crawled over the girl's naked back letting her head thump against 
the metal floor. He heaved himself against Sal, throwing the dark-haired man 
off-balance. Sal fell backward, his finger pulling out of Phyllis's tight 
vaginal interior. The force of Gino's weight sent him to the other side of 
the van's interior, his hands flailing out to help him regain his balance. 
Now Gino had complete access to the warmly open juncture of the young 
woman's buttocks. In a single swift movement, he gripped one of her 
frighteningly trembling asscheeks in one of his tight fists, and in the next 
instant was probing with his other hand into the softly lined labia of her 
inner pink crevice. Phyllis moaned and jerked forward, but there was simply 
no escape from the cruelly digging fingers that were jamming against the 
thickly puffy edges of her swollen vaginal lips. He rampantly tugged their 
softness apart, pushing between them, shoving up inside her tight cuntal 
opening. His fully extended hand covered the entire length of her dry, 
narrow vaginal opening. He was already working a middle finger violently 
against the entrance. Slowly, little by little, he began worming his finger 
into her, letting it take the place Sal's finger had only recently vacated. 
He tried pushing it farther in, but the girl writhed and the finger popped 
out. This time he squeezed her buttock even more tightly, determined to hold 
her in place as he once again greedily sought the tiny hole between her hot 
cuntal lips. 

At last, he found his goal again and began pushing his middle finger in the 
tightly smooth groove of flesh, parting her trembling vaginal lips. He 
pushed the finger deeper and deeper, feeling her hymen. 

"Yeah," he said to Sal, "you're right. She is cherry. But I'll take care of 
that, right now." 

"My God, no!" Phyllis yelled. "Don't... for God's sake, don't." 

"Bye, bye cherry," Gino rasped, and shoved his finger forward. 

"AAAAAYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH. . .OHHHHHHHH . . . UHHHHH . . . GODDDDDDD . . . 
N-O-O-O-O-O--0-O-YYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH... NO MORE. .. NO MORE... 
AAAAAIIIIIGGGGGHHHHH . . ." Her voice was a hollow shriek that rang through 
the entire van as she squealed like the proverbial stuck pig. Her legs 
kicked out futilely behind her, wildly moving in an attempt to shove Gino 
away and find an avenue of escape. Her attempt to escape the impalement on 
the finger was to no avail as she found herself being stuck farther and 
farther on the damaging digit. Each passing moment worsened her position as 
she continued gutturally screeching in agonized torment. The shrieks were 
louder and louder, tumbling piteously from deep in her throat. And when his 
second finger joined his first, widening the breach, the agony was beyond 
belief. Her battered vaginal flesh struggled, but the fingers continued 
sinking deeper and deeper. To Phyllis, it was as if a heated poker had been 
unceremoniously jammed into the tightness of her narrowly inflamed virginal 
tunnel, and now it was searing its way through the rest of her body, seeking 
her way through the rest of her body, seeking her soul. Sal, who was behind 
Gino, had regained his balance. He was gripping the man's wrist, doing his 
best to tug the fingers out of Phyllis's bleeding cunt. But Gino had curved 
his fingers in the woman's pussy, and it was like trying to pull out barbed 
fish hooks. He held his hand inside her like a lustfully insane madman. His 
fingers moved around and around in the woman's agonizingly expanding inner 
channel while Phyllis squirmed and wriggled, jerking her helplessly impaled 
buttocks around in madly insane desperation as Gino continuted the derpaved 
attack between the pillars of her two white, pink-stained triighs. It was as 
if his insanely thrusting fingers were cutting in to her like knives, 
slicing her tender inner flesh, making her brain reel and spin with mad 
confusion. 

Gino felt parts of her hymeneal membrane still clinging to her, and he 
literally ripped and pulled the pieces of human tissue from inside her. The 
pain was so intense, Phyllis blacked out for a moment, swooning into a dazed 
stupor, temporarily not conscious of anything other than the fiery pain 
flaring between her legs. The virginity she had sworn to guard forever was 
gone. In a single, terror-filled minute, it had been brutally and 
anguishedly torn away. Phyllis fell limply against the floor of the van, 
slowly starting to revive moments later. It was the voices that brought her 
around. The commotion between Sal and Gino, as they struggled over who was 
to have her, caused her brain to return to consciousness. Slowly, very 
slowly, she felt the clawlike fingers withdraw from her agonized and 
tormentedly stretched tunnel as Sal grabbed Gino by his greasy, light brown 
hair and threw him violently across her panting body to the far end of the 
van. 

And that was it! 

Gino moaned, feeling pain, himself as his head slammed against the metal 
door. He cringed away from the man, ready to jump out if necessary when he 
saw Sal crawling toward him with murder in his eyes. 

"Stop it! Stop it!" Vinnie called back to the two of them. "You two keep 
this up and we'll all end up in an accident. When I get nervous, I can't 
drive." 

"You lousy, rotten son of a bitch," Sal snarled at Gino. "I oughtta kill you 
right now. You had no right doing something like that, causing her so much 
pain without a good reason for it." 

"Shit!" Gino barked back. "I got more right to her than you. It's been a lot 
longer since I had a broad than you," he snarled, waving his bloody fingers 
at Sal. 

"Well you ain't gettin' into this one, and that's a factj" Sal snarled. "At 
least, you ain't gettin' into her now. Maybe later, when we're at the place 
... but right now you keep your hands off. This cunt belongs to me." 

Gino sank into the corner where he was now sitting. He turned his head and 
stared fixedly out the windows at the rear of the truck. A deathly silence 
sank over everyone in the van for a moment, broken only by the softly 
piteous sounds of the woman's continual crying and sniffling. In front, 
Vinnie puffed nervously on a cigarette, occasionally clearing his throat. 
Sal glanced around inside the van, then crawled back to the girl, kneeling 
over her prone form. 

Phyllis's mind reeled with terror and confusion as, once again, she felt 
hands tugging her thighs apart. She knew it was Sal, not only by his touch, 
but by his heavy breathing. Then his hand gently moved in to caress the 
fmger-ravaged mound of her trembling vagina, and Phyllis moaned a long, 
loud, soul-searching moan. 

Sal's nostrils quivered and flared with patently obvious desire as he once 
again concentrated on the delightfully lewd task awaiting him. Phyllis's 
hair hung down on either side of her face, hiding it from Sal's view. Her 
shoulders gleamed in the yellow light of the van. 

"Now you just stay cool," Sal told the young woman. "Almost all the pain is 
gone, and I think you'll dig everything else that's going to happen to you. 
I know I sure as hell am going to love it." He was laughing salaciously, 
whispering just near her ear, once more putting his hands on her hips, 
opening his palms and gently tugging the firm white mounds carefully apart. 
He anxiously kneaded them, telling her, "You just relax, baby, and you 
oughtta enjoy the whole thing." 

"Oh God!" Phyllis whimpered. "No more, for the love of heaven, no more." And 
she sobbed with renewed humiliation at the obscene sound in his voice. She 
felt the cloud of smoke still in the van drift over her nakedness, tainting 
her flesh with its stench, and her mind reeled with terror and fright at the 
humiliation she had already undergone, in addition to the worse degradation 
that was about to take place. 

"Oh dear God . . . don't do it. . . please . . ." she begged, feeling Sal's 
finger make contact with the fearfully cringing, almost curling lips of her 
vagina, slowly spreading them wide apart again, teasing the fleshy 
fur-framed labia of her blood-moist furrow. 

"Uuuunnnnhhhhhh! she gasped. 

Her body jerked forward as his middle finger slowly moved out, its softly 
flicking tip circling the trembling, quivering edges of her labia moving 
through the folds before touching the trembling clitoris. His finger 
continued its maddening tickling against the straining bud of her sexual 
nerve center, making her groan heavily, gutturally from deep down in her 
throat. His finger began working its way down the length of the narrow slit 
to the tightly, elastically narrow rim of her naked cunt. 

"N-o-o-o-o-o-o .. . not againnnnn . . ." the young woman pleaded and begged 
as Sal's finger moved from the ragged edges of her inner lips right down to 
the tight little hole in her squirming vaginal center. "Please . . . for the 
love of God ... don't do this to me. Let me go." 

"Hold her," Sal grunted to Gino who sullenly came over and did as he was 
ordered. Then Sal slowly pushed his middle finger deep down into her gooey 
cuntal tunnel, bringing a low, guttural sigh from the girl whose softly warm 
thighs closed reflexively around either side of his moving hand. He enjoyed 
the sensation of her sodden vaginal flesh tightly slipping around his moving 
finger as the walls of her breached vaginal funnel opened and closed 
consistently with a continuing desperate little clenching movement. Her 
interior gripped his finger with such power, it felt as if the soft, 
hair-lined little mouth would tug the digit off his hand. 

"Her cunt's starting to loosen," Sal told the others as Phyllis's juices 
finally started flowing. "I can feel the walls starting to loosen up, as 
well." 

"Go slow," Vihnie warned. "When we get where we're headed Gino and I want a 
piece of the action, as well. Don't use her all up, now." 

"She's really tight," Sal muttered, moving his working finger in continually 
widening circles as he thrust it deeper and deeper into her shuddering body. 
"But she's getting wet, all right." 

Phyllis sobbed with terrified shame, feeling more defiled and humiliated 
with each passing moment as she felt her body suddenly respond to what the 
finger was doing. Her own physical self seemed willing to betray her. The 
tightly narrow virginal passageway was very slowly enlarging, getting wetter 
and wetter because of the maddening pressure of the rapist's burrowing 
finger. She felt a strange, sad regret as the pain slowly but surely began 
diminishing, knowing the end of pain would mean the final humiliation; where 
her body would be forced to contain the masculine appendage of the man known 
as Sal. She writhed as the probing finger moved faster now, sliding through 
her vaginal tunnel. 

"No more blood," Sal was saying. "Her juices finally washed it all outta 
her." 

The finger continued moving, wiping away the final faint traces of her 
hymeneal membrane as the final ravishment of her body was about to begin. 
This vile criminal, this thief was going to rob her body of every last 
vestige of dignity. She wanted to scream,- but the only sound that came out 
of her was a pitiful whimper, and she was certain they had never even heard 
it. If only she had not been so adamant about protecting her virginity in 
the first place. If only she had given it to some boy she had liked. It 
would have been more significant to lose it that way than to have it torn 
from her by these vile, disgusting, despicable people. God! How many times 
had different men who had dated her over a period of time tried to make 
advances to her, only to have her rebuff them. Now, in the face of what was 
about to happen, her objections to the advances those men had made seemed 
ridiculous. Little had she known the true meaning of the word immorality. 
But gradually she stopped thinking about the past. Everything was swept away 
by the continuing vileness of the one called Sal who was fondling her most 
intimate parts. 

She gasped as his finger slowly slipped out of the inner part of her, making 
a wet, sucking sound, and she felt Sal slowly adjusting himself behind her,, 
slowly massaging his heavy cock, jerking the outer layer of loose skin back 
and forth, causing the collar of foreskin to hide the penile head on each 
forward stroke. It tugged away on each backstroke, revealing the rich 
almost-cherry redness of his glans as, on his knees, he advanced between the 
thighs of the -face-down woman who now lay totally and completely at his 
mercy. 

Phyllis lay there, certain of her fate, dreading it, and she jumped when the 
hugeness of the man's fleshy solidity lay against the full length of her 
wide-open slit. The jerking head of his lust-swollen penis rested pulsingly 
between her widespread thighs, insinuating itself up and down, up and down, 
maddeningly teasing and tantalizing her, making her writhe her limbs in an 
attempt to escape the feel of it. She cringed, forcing her body more solidly 
against the floor of the van, her eyes wide with horrified terror as Sal 
guided his throbbing cock down through the softly yielding crevice of her 
tightened asscheeks, not allowing it to lose contact with her flesh. The 
penis poised itself against her vaginal lips, throbbing and set to go, and 
then it slowly began moving forward, parting the moisture-covered drapes of 
her labia. 

"Hey," Sal said to Gino. "Hold her steady. I'm gonna fuck her, now." 

Gino had been staring, his mouth hanging wide open, his tongue falling out 
as he gazed with licentious curiosity at all that was taking place. He had 
Phyllis tightly by the shoulders, once again pressing her face into his own 
crotch, feeling the thrilling pressure of her cheek against the cock he had 
inside his pants. Christ! If Sal had allowed, he'd have opened his pants and 
foced the dumb broad to suck his cock. Hey yeah, there was an idea. When 
they got to the place, he was going to make this chick give him head, and 
lots of it. 

"Here goes one fat cock into one narrow pussy," Sal gasped. 

Phyllis felt the tender lips around her defenselessly pulsating vagina 
slowly open wider as the hard cock pressed forward. The elastic rim of 
tightness making up her vaginal sphincter clenched itself in vain, trying to 
keep her lips together. She did her best to resist the hard pressure, and a 
long, low groan came screaming from her hoarse throat as she felt the harsh 
pain start invading her body. 

"Oh no! she gasped. "No, no, no, no, no, n-o-o-o-o-o-o . . ." she shrieked. 

Sal shoved again ... a louder squeal ... and the tightness of her narrow 
vaginal opening resisted for exactly one more moment. And then it 
surrendered to the mammoth thickness of solidly erect flesh boring directly 
into it. Phyllis's legs, like those of a frog, jerked out wide on either 
side of Sal's body, and one of them hit the side wall of the van, while the 
other kicked futilely in the air. 

" Y a aa aaggggghhhhh .- . . ohhhhh Goddddddd . . ." the girl screamed, her 
obscenely skewered body pinned writhingly below that of the man working his 
cock into her. The shock to the interior of her body had instantly brought 
her back to total consciousness. The agonized woman squirmed and tried 
rolling her helplessly pinned buttocks, moving like a butterfly with a 
needle driven through it, but Gino's outstretched arms pinned her shoulders 
firmly against his thighs. 

"Ohhhhhhh Jeee-eee-eee-susssss H. Chrissssst!" Sal gasped, his voice 
throatily hoarse above her as he shoved his hips forward slightly, again. 
And suddenly he was able to stand it no more. He had to have the entire 
length of his throbbing cock buried to the depths in this agonized female. 
He rammed forward with all his strength, sinking the licentiously bloated 
cock all the way into the narrow tightness of her crushing vaginal depths, 
ramming until he was in to the very root. Phyllis felt as if her body was 
being torn right down the middle, and that she was being skewered right up 
to her beating heart. The mightly length of masculine thickness pushed, 
shoved, rammed and slomed, embedding itself so far into her, it was almost a 
part of her own body, filling and clogging her interior. The fiery, plunging 
rod was so far inside her, Phyllis thought it would shortly be coming out 
her throat as the gigantic, blood-bloated head pressed and rubbed against 
her cervix while sliding past it to the deepest part of her inner vagina, 
the huge dome burrowing itself ever farther, moving deeper into the heat of 
her taut belly. Sal's face was lined and contorted with the effort he was 
putting forth in that first vicious stab, and his lips curled back from his 
grinding teeth when he finally felt his slapping balls thwack solidly 
against the nodule of her hardened, extended clitoris. Phyllis jammed her 
pelvis against the floor, doing her best to escape the pain, but it was to 
no avail. The wicked impalement was complete, and she was helplessly 
shish-kebabed. Her virginity was gone for good. 

Gasping for air, Phyllis began writhing under Sal, whimpering as she felt 
the heatedly searing agony caused by the suddenness of his blunted entry. 
The throbbing pole tore cruelly at the walls of her vagina, almost ripping 
the membranes. She flexed the muscles in her groin tightly together to 
attempt the prevention of more pain caused by the swollenly invading cudgel 
of muscle. But the pulsations of her straining sinews merely incited the 
cock inside her to rummage more heartily, and it ploughed its way ever 
deeper into her vainly resisting vagina. The heatedly wet walls of her 
tightly clasping feminine passage sucked hotly and firmly around the 
thrusting penile intruder, and Phyllis's flowing juices were like melted 
butter in a tight fist as they slurped around the obtruding length of 
masculine organ. The woman felt every muscular ridge as her inner nerve-ends 
transmitted its monstrous length and breadth in minute detail to her 
anguished brain. 

"Ohhhhhhh Godddddd!" she gasped, holding her breath as the length of buried 
phallus expanded itself even more, stretching and widening the smooth, wet 
walls of her vaginal interior that much more. 

He flexed again, and the woman went limp, feeling the massive prod slowly 
starting to withdraw ... at last. But just when she was certain it was going 
to be removed, it merely paused, then plunged right in again, beginning a 
slow, continual rhythmic motion. Phyllis felt Sal's flat hips rotating from 
one side to the other against the softly swaying mounds of her upthrust 
buttocks. His penis continued to forcefully stretch Phyllis's vagina ever 
wider with a rhythmic beating. There was no way to stop the man. There was 
nothing she was able to do to prevent the rape. She had to accept this or go 
insane. A more mature, more intelligent mind might well have snapped. It was 
Phyllis's lack of emotional maturity that saved her. And so she lay 
motionless beneath him, her eyes clamped tightly shut, her sounds becoming 
nothing but incoherent murmurings against the continually brutal attack. 

She whimpered again when his hands worked their way under her flat belly, 
fanning out widely over the taut flesh and then tugging and pulling her 
unresisting buttocks up tighter against his continually rotating thrusts. It 
hurt, damn it! Thin rivulets of perspiration rolled down the man's 
musculariy rippling belly, falling onto the small of her back, as well as 
dripping into the crevice between her buttocks. 

"Oh yeah," Gino gasped. "Oh yeah, yeah, fuck her harder," the demented man 
chanted in time to the hard, rhythmic thrusts. He was barely able to contain 
his glee while he watched the girl's helplessly flattening buttocks move 
back and forth along the length of Sal's steel-solid pistoning pipe of 
muscular flesh. He stared with his tongue hanging out, watching the rigid 
cock's slow withdrawal from between her tautly pulling cuntlips. The 
throbbing cock tugged the pouting ridges of puffy, wetly glistening vaginal 
labia all the way out, exposing the rich inner pinkness as he seemingly 
screwed her tender pubis down into the floor of the van. And then there was 
the re-entry, pushing the tenderly soft folds back into her, causing the 
inner and outer lips to fold in on themselves as the moistly shiny length of 
his penis was swallowed up, sucked back into the salaciously ravished 
opening. 

Only his fear of Sal's vicious temper and strong right fist kept Gino from 
opening his fly and pushing his cock into the helpless woman's mouth. His 
turn would come. He didn't like the idea of having to be patient, but he had 
no choice. Sooner or later he'd have this snotty bitch pinned and helpless, 
writhing like a helpless moth while his throbbing prick selected any of 
three orifices in which to bury itself. Cunts like these needed to be taught 
who was boss. So fucking spoiled, so goddamn snooty, and so know-nothing 
when it came right down to fucking, this chick was everything Gino enjoyed 
pumping, because he liked to hurt and humiliate, intending to subjugate her 
completely to his perverted will. Hell! Sal wasn't the only one with a cock. 
And Gino was determined he was going to get his turn at this proud cunt, and 
when he did, he'd work her over real good. 

Vinnie continued sporadically looking in the rearview mirror, finding it 
harder and harder to concentrate on his driving. But he knew there was no 
chance for him to get to the broad at the moment, and so he ground his teeth 
together and did his best to ignore the aching pressure of his erection 
against the tightness of his pants. 

Phyllis's mind fell into that dim haze between consciousness and 
unconsciousness as she felt the man behind her change his position a little, 
slamming brutal strokes even more solidly into her, sinking deeper and 
deeper, the massive head sliding" through the sucking depths of her slimily 
coated tunnel, continually massaging her cervical opening each time it went 
by. His heavily dangling balls continued slapping against the tissues of her 
opened vaginal lips, massaging her clitoris. 

The pain slowly faded with each stroke, and now a rush of warming sensation 
was charging into her, filling up her ravaged interior with sensations the 
like of which she had never known to exist. The fire inside her was no 
longer one of anguished pain, but rather it was tormenting lust. She was 
feeling sensations she had never known before. These were feelings of 
thrilling delight deep down inside her body, and Phyllis was unable to 
believe these tingling thrills were coming from inside herself. Slowly, she 
gathered her knees under her, and she lifted her buttocks higher, making it 
easier for Sal to pump into her. It also gave her the leverage to fuck back, 
and incredibly, she found herself responding to the movements of the 
throbbing cock inside her. 

"Hey, Sal," Gino yelled out. "She likes it. Look at that. She's moving right 
along with you. She's getting the feel of it. Keep going, Sal. Keep fucking 
her." 

And Sal continued pounding the heavy length of his throbbing lance into her. 
He fucked all the more strongly, feeling the way her vaginal tissues clung 
to him like leeching mouths, sucking on his moving cock, building the 
thrilling tension that much higher in him. And at the same time he sensed 
she was feeling the enjoyment, as well. 

Phyllis was unable to help herself. She wanted to stop the movement of her 
body, but she had lost all control, and she humped back each time Sal thrust 
forward. Thrills were going off in her belly like sparklers on the Fourth of 
July. She moved and pumped and slammed and churned, feeling the sensations 
enlarge even more. Something new was going to happen in her. She didn't 
quite know what it was, but that something new felt like it would blow a 
hole right through her skull. Charges of tonguing flame licked at her, 
making her squeal, and the squeals were definitely not ones of anguish. Lust 
was building passion higher and higher in her wriggling body. 

"How's it going, Sal?" Vinnie called from the driver's seat. 

"I'm .. . uhhhh . . . gonna come any moment," Sal gasped. 

The sound of the man's voice made the terrorized Phyylis tremble with 
renewed fear. He was going to come. He was going to shoot his seed into her 
unprotected vagina. He was going to impregnate her. She would have a seed 
growing inside her, and if it wasn't removed in time, she might die, going 
through the hell her mother went through to give birth to her. Even so, she 
continued gasping with delight, though the sounds were mixed with whimpers 
of fear. At one point she broke out into a torrent of wildly helpless 
sobbing at the thought of his seed-filled sperm shooting into her delicate 
womb. Oh great God! He was going to fire into her and fill her with his 
heated, sticky lust.He was going to impregnate her, and the mere idea of 
going through her mother's agony almost tore the feelings of licentious love 
from her inner physical self. But the pounding cock was too strong in its 
pressure, demanding to be felt, and her tissues felt it. There was no way to 
stop the man's ejaculation, filling her with the final shame of all this... 
so her body decided to take over from her mind, intent on enjoying it since 
it was definitely coming. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Sal was gasping. "Keep moving that pretty ass of yours. 
Hump it back, hump it back . . . fuck, you wonderful bitch," he gasped, 
pounding into her again and again, unendingly thrusting his bloodfilled 
staff ever farther into her helplessly screaming belly, now using long, 
hard, almost cruel stabs. "Keep that lovely ass in the air." 

Sal felt the heatedly white sperm building higher in his roiling testicles 
as they swelled inside the sac of wrinkled skin that was tightening, drawing 
them up into his groin. The scrotum still felt the tickling sensation of her 
curling pussy hairs as it rubbed against her open cuntlips. He was all ready 
to explode. Falling on top of her, he burned his lips into the nape of her 
neck as he sank his throbbing cock to the limit into her flooded vaginal 
temple. His hands pushed beneath her fallen body, grabbing the flattened 
protuberances of her breasts, pulling on her nipples. He rammed his cock 
into her frothing cunt again and again, and Phyllis felt sensation build 
higher and higher until she was no longer in control of herself. She sensed 
her own orgasm was timed to his, and knew the moment she felt that wonderful 
cresting her mother had never told her about, Sal would be shooting his 
white sperm into her belly, filling her with the babymaking tadpoles. 

Phyllis's youthfully round buttocks ground frantically against the man's 
lower belly, and Sal, no longer able to control himself, screamed, 
"OHHHHHHHH . . . YYYYYYEE-EEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH . . ." as the red tip of his 
throbbing rod sank as far into her as possible, then swelled as it spurted 
out its heatedly white fluid like burning fire. Phyllis's asscheeks slammed 
against him, equalling the force he was applying against her. She writhed, 
feeling the heated seed squirt into her tight cunt. It jetted into her 
flooding interior, coating all her inner walls, making it even easier for 
the pumping cock to continue pumping into her. She was terrified, knowing 
the flood filling her feminine cavern might be the beginning of a new life; 
a life which, if permitted to reach full maturity within her body, might 
cause her death. And yet she continued squirming, writhing, pounding her 
buttocks up to meet his hard downthrusts because her own pinnacle was 
milliseconds away. No matter what the consequences, her body had to feel 
that overpowering orgasm. 

And now she felt what a climax was really like. 

The flowering of sensation broadened within her, enlarging, building, 
swelling, growing until the inner thrill seemingly smashed into her. 

"EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH.,. AAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH . . ." she screamed, and 
her body slammed up again and again in time to the bursts of rapture 
exploding within her. 

And then all was quiet with Sal still lying on top of her. The heavy penis 
in her body shriveled and shrank until it fell out of her, and that was when 
she felt rivers of fluid dropping from her vagina to the floor of the van. 

Eventually Sal rose and zipped up his fly, and she was permitted to cover 
her body with what was left of her clothing. She sat by herself with her 
back against the rear of the passenger seat as the van continued on. There 
was pain between her thighs, but there had been ecstasy there, too. She was 
terribly confused, but she was still ashamed, having been so violently 
humiliated. 

 Chapter Three 

The house was small, isolated, with no working telephone, though the 
electricity was on. It was one of many summer homes in what was obviously a 
desolate district. Upper-middle-class people owned these homes and came to 
them in July and August. It was June, now, which was why this, and the homes 
she saw in the distance, were empty. The owners of the homes didn't bother 
cutting off the electricity, since they were only charged for what they 
used. During the months they weren't using the homes, they weren't charged 
anything for electricity, though it was obvious some poor sucker was going 
to be charged for the electricity Sal Vito and the two Ballardo brothers 
used. 

It was a nice ranch house, surrounded by high hedges which prevented lights 
from being seen by passing cars. It had a basement, but there was no door 
leading out of the house from the basement, so the three men felt very 
confident leaving Phyllis free to roam down there. Though the main kitchen 
was upstairs, there was a small kitchen downstairs, as well, and Sal 
eventually brought in bags of groceries, telling her to cook for the four of 
them. Before being shoved into the basement, Phyllis had found some summer 
clothing belonging either to the wife or the daughter of the house's owner, 
and she had taken the clothing to the basement with her. There, she had 
dressed after taking a long soak in a hot tub she had found in a bathroom in 
the basement. She hoped and prayed the water flowing through her was enough 
to kill the sperm wandering in her before they fertilized any eggs. 

She made a lunch of ham and cheese sandwiches, putting everything on the 
pingpong table. The three men wolved the food down, drinking cold beer Sal 
had brought, with it. "I'm tired," Gino murmured, afterward. "Yeah," Vinnie, 
the one with the crooked nose, nodded. "Gino always gets some sleep after a 
good meal." 

"Sounds like a good idea," Sal nodded. "Gino and I will sack out in two of 
the bedrooms upstairs," He told Vinnie. "You stay down here with her and 
make sure she doesn't get any cute ideas about getting away. Remember, we 
have to stay here until the heat dies down. I figure that'll take the better 
part of two weeks. Then we'll be able to split the loot and go our separate 
ways." 

"What about her?" Vinnie asked, pointing to Phyllis. 

"What about her?" Sal reiterated. "The only way for her to leave here is to 
walk, and she's a good two days walk away from any people. I figure by the 
time she's found, we'll be so far away no one'll ever be able to trace us." 

"Yeah, but she knows our names," Vinnie pointed out. 

"Big fucking deal," Sal shrugged. "We can always change our names. Hell! 
You're gonna use part of your money to get a nose job, anyway, so even if 
she gives a description of you to the cops, you'll look different." 

"True," Vinnie nodded. "Besides, it'd be a pure waste to kill something like 
her." 

"Kill? You're starting to think like Gino. It's one thing to take money from 
a bank that has a lot of it, but I don't hold with killing . . . not ever. 
Shit! Would you rob some poor slob who's hardly able to make enough money to 
feed his family?" 

"That'd be dumb," Vinnie replied. "If you steal, you steal big." 

"So then what's the percentage in killing the woman?" Sal asked. "Only a 
total shmuck kills." 

"You're right," Vinnie nodded. 

"So when we drive outta here, we just leave her. She can stay here until the 
owners show up in July, or she can start walking. Either way, we'll be long 
gone by the time she's found." 

Sal left, going upstairs. Phyllis was alone with Vinnie. He was consciously 
aware of her as she was of him. It was obvious to Phyllis that he wanted to 
start something physical with her, but he didn't quite know how to go about 
it. Vinnie was not the forceful person Sal was, nor was he sick, like his 
brother, Gino. 

"Want a beer?" he asked, going to the small downstairs refrigerator and 
taking one can for himself. 

"No thanks," she replied, sitting in a small rocker near the ping pong 
table. 

Vinnie walked over and leaned against the table, sucking at the beer can as 
he said, "Hey, you took one helluva long bath when we got here. How come? 
You think we're dirty or something?" 

"No," she replied, a quiver in her voice. "I just don't want to become 
pregnant." 

"Yeah," he nodded. "Makes sense. Geez, but you smell good, now. They had 
some good kind of soap, huh." And he stood up, walked over to her and 
touched her bare shoulder with a forefinger. She was wearing an 
off-the-shoulder pink blouse with an equally pink skirt. She hadn't bothered 
putting on a brassiere or panties, knowing they would only be ripped off 
her, anyway. 

"Maybe I'd better go into the bathroom and leave you alone," she said to 
him, terrified as he finished the beer and put the empty can down on the 
ping pong table. 

"Don't do that," Vinnie pleaded, then, realizing he was supposed to be the 
master of the situation, gained control of himself. But his voice had 
already raised the hackles on the back of Phyllis's neck. She looked into 
his eyes and saw a hungry emptiness there. He wanted her, all right, making 
her feel embarrassed and ashamed. She had to find a way to keep him away 
from her. It simply wasn't right to allow the man to touch her. 

"Look, Vinnie," she said softly, "I mean, that is your name, right." 

"Yeah," he nodded. "I'm Vinnie. Hey, what's your name?" 

"I'm Phyllis," her voice replied with a quaver in it. "Look, Vinnie, have a 
heart. Don't do this to me. I mean, I know what you're thinking. Please, for 
the love of God, don't do .. . it." 

"Hey, come on," Vinnie snorted, laughing a little, trying to break the 
tension between them. "Stop acting like it's so awful or something. Geez, I 
mean, it ain't as if I'm so bad at it. I'll make it good for you ... I 
promise." 

Vinnie reached out and let his open hand rest on the back of Phyllis's neck. 
He didn't grab her, but his fingers did close a little, and he was holding 
her, firmly. Phyllis felt the pulse in her throat start throbbing under the 
gentle pressure of Vinnie's thumb, and a sense of heated anxiety welled up 
in her. Though she knew it was wrong, her body wanted more of what Sal had 
done to her. In spite of the pain, in spite of the fear, in spite of the 
anguish and terror she had undergone, her physical self wanted to feel more 
orgasms. Even though she felt nothing emotionally for this man, the idea of 
doing with him what she had been forced to do with Sal aroused her. She 
wanted to be fucked. Oh God! This was something shameful and she had to 
fight it. It was wrong, absolutely wrong, and now she had to resist all the 
more resolutely because her body was screaming for it. She had to prove to 
herself that her mind controlled the rest of her. She was not a slave to her 
body. But Vinnie continued caressing the nape of her neck. 

"You're as perverted as Sal," she told him. "You won't leave me alone, will 
you." 

"Heck, in a way I'm worse than Sal," Vinnie replied. "You see, I won't make 
you turn your back when I do something. I'll make you watch. Worse, because 
you watch, you just might come to like it. Wouldn't that be awful? So if I'm 
perverted, I'm gonna perform a perverted act with you, and maybe you'll 
learn to love perversion." 

"Vinnie, no!" she insisted, feeling the heat of his breath as he leaned 
down, bringing his lips close to hers, as if hinting he wanted her to kiss 
him. 

"Geez," he gasped, "I wanna fuck you something awful." 

"No, Vinnie," she insisted. "No, don't do it. Please, for the love of God, 
leave me some self-respect." 

His grip tightened a little on the back of her neck, and he all but forced 
her to stand as his mouth pressed against hers. His kiss was soft as his 
other arm worked its way around her, drawing her body to his. The man's 
tongue began probing into her mouth. He was kissing her, actually trying to 
make love" to her rather than simply fuck directly into her taut body. His 
tongue was a bit heavy as it tried flickering into her mouth, but Phyllis, 
afraid, parted her lips and allowed his tongue entry, determined she would 
not respond, inwardly. The thick lingual organ pushed into the cave of her 
mouth and washed its way around, meeting no resistance. 

Phyllis did her best to shut her mind to all that was happening, especially 
when Vinnie began undoing her clothing. She tried fighting his hands, but he 
slapped her fingers away as he peeled her blouse off, then unzipped her 
skirt and made her step out of it. Now she was sorry she hadn't worn 
panties, though the only panties around were the soiled ones left in the 
back of the van. Gino had used them to blow his nose, and she hadn't felt 
like going near them, afterward. And there had been no feminine underwear at 
all in the house. 

"You're going to rape me," she gasped, pulling her face from his. I know it. 
You're going to rape me." 

"To rape you means I have to shove my cock into your cunt," Vinnie snapped, 
angrily. "Well, I ain't gonna do that. I got something else in mind." 

Phyllis tried closing her mind to him. No matter what he said, she knew he 
was going to use her body. This time there was no other man to hold her 
down. She would resist a little better, but she knew Vinnie was much 
stronger than she. Eventually he would win. Not that she wanted him to win. 
Oh it was true her inner body was secretly longing for additional orgasms, 
but her brain, which controlled her every movement, wanted nothing to do 
with this. She'd make him work, by heaven, and even then, if there was the 
slightest possibility of her preventing him from raping her, she'd take it. 

Despite her resistance, Vinnie was determined. Hell! He was just as good as 
Sal, if not better. If Gino was the one attacking her, he'd be able to 
understand why she was fighting. Gino had no regard for anyone other than 
himself, and was a complete animal. But geez, what he had in mind would 
really make her feel good. 

He clamped his mouth tightly against hers, his hand on her neck gripping 
her, tightly. Phyllis felt his powerful, manly grip, strong, yet careful, as 
if not wanting to add to her bruises, and it made her wonder about Vinnie. 
His tongue was once again wandering through her mouth, eagerly anxious and 
aflame with desire, trying to seek out her vital oral erogenous zones. His 
lips were pressing hard, bruising her own lips, but bruising them in a 
heatedly delightful way her body had never known before. No! No, she must 
not allow herself to surrender to him. 

Phyllis prevented her own tongue from responding, but sensed Vinnie 
trembling with anticipation. She realized he was allowing his anxiety to 
build inside him, feeling it mount very swiftly, and for the first time she 
understood that a person was able to convince himself to believe anything he 
or she really wanted to believe. Vinnie wanted to believe that she liked 
him, and even though she was fighting and resisting him, it appeared he 
sincerely believed it. 

Tugging his mouth from hers, Vinnie gasped, "God! Your mouth tastes like 
sweet honeysuckle." 

Phyllis felt her nipples, twin buttons of lust, starting to grow, swelling, 
extending, enlarging so they were able to rub against Vinnie. There was no 
doubt but that he sensed the presence of her breasts, because the hand 
holding her nape let go and slowly slid around to the front of her, easing 
slowly until it filled itself with the delicious roundness of one of her 
breasts. He palmed it, weighing it like some ripening honeydew, and then his 
fingers began caressing the nipples, tweaking them, making the unwanted 
passion start to boil in her aroused belly, even though her brain still 
refused to accept it. She pushed, trying to shove him away, but he held her 
close as he continued massaging her nipples, causing the passion to mount 
inside her. His other hand now slid down the length of her supple back until 
it reached the full mound of her twin buttocks. He began pressing a thigh 
against her tender pelvis, and the pressure made her shudder as she recalled 
the agony she had gone through when Sal Vito had rammed his penis into her. 
She had no wish to go through the same horror again. As it was, she felt his 
stiffened cock pressing against her body, through his pants, and she was 
terrified by her memory of what the previous one had done to her. 

Phyllis did her utmost to try pulling away again. She mumbled all kinds of 
obscure sounds into Vinnie's kissing mouth, doing her best to fight him off. 
She didn't care to go through another hell so soon. He was a male, all males 
had penises, and all males had the same urges. There was no question but 
that she had to fend him off; or else she'd go through another session of 
pulsating pain, and she didn't want it, even if it did lead to feeling nice 
things, afterward. Those nice things were immoral and wrong. 

Moisture was seeping from her tightly clenched cuntlips, running down the 
insides of her thighs, wetting his pantleg. Her nipples were getting harder 
and longer ... especially the one his fingers continued to tease. Heat 
flared through the rubbery cheeks of her buttocks where his hand was 
squeezing and pressing. She had to make Vinnie stop, and she had to do it, 
now. God! She had to get away from these three madmen. They were treating 
her like a common trollop, a tramp who was a slave to the sensations of her 
body. All that had happened was bad enough, already causing her to lose her 
self-respect. If she were to regain it, she had to learn to control the 
inner feelings rampantly running through her. She had to bring everything 
under control as her mother had often told her. If one didn't master one's 
emotions, one became a slave to them. 

"Oh Vinnie, please," she begged, "don't do this," and she tried pulling 
away. 

Vinnie's hold on her loosened for an instant and Phyllis slipped out of his 
grasp. She ran across the small room, but the only place other than the 
bathroom where she might go was the boiler room. She realized there simply 
was no place for her to hide. And even if she did manage to temporarily 
elude Vinnie, would she be able to keep herself under control? That was the 
singularly most important thing. 

Vinnie was much faster than she, and though her initial movement surprised 
him, long before she was able to reach the bathroom door he had overtaken 
her. She felt lost. 

An arm reached out and gripped her slender wrist, and she abruptly felt 
herself being flung back into the basement playroom. The force of his 
pulling took her completely by surprise. Vinnie had been rougher than he had 
wanted to be, and Phyllis felt herself all but running across the room 
before she slammed into the rocker, fell over it, and tumbled to the floor. 
She pulled herself up and leaned against the ping pong table. She was 
panting and frightened, not expecting such violence from Vinnie. And then he 
was beside her, pulling her against him, his body all but crushing hers as 
he pinned her solidly against the sharp edge of the table. He used his hands 
to fasten her wrists behind her, bending her over and pressing his heated 
lips to her throat. Oh God! She didn't know why, but his kiss did feel good. 
Her breasts were bobbling because of the heavy way she was breathing. God! 
They looked like moored buoys in a typhoon. She was frightened because the 
lustful sensations were trying to creep back into her trembling body. 
Looking up, she stared into his eyes and saw a wildness in them that hadn't 
been there before. 

"I gotta fuck you," he told her in a low whisper. "I just gotta fuck you. I 
mean, put yourself in my place. I got you, a gorgeous broad, right here, and 
I can do anything I want to you. I mean, I'd kick my ass for the next ten 
years if I let this chance go by. Shit! You're something special, really 
special. I know Sal was kind of rough on you, but I swear I won't hurt you. 
I won't hurt you a little bit. God! You're gorgeous. I just gotta fuck you, 
can't you see that? I don't wanna rape you. I mean, I'd much rather you were 
willing. So come on, now. Stop fighting me, because it's gonna happen no 
matter what. You know that." 

His head dipped and he sucked her left breast between his hungry lips, 
allowing his tongue to wash over the stiffened nipple. God, but she tasted 
so good. 

"Vinnie . . . no!" she shrieked. "I don't want you to do this. Stop it! Stop 
it, now! I mean it." 

She wanted to shriek, but she was smart enough to know the only other 
persons who would hear would be Sal Vito and Gino Ballardo. And the sounds 
of her screams would either make thern laugh, or cause them to become so 
horny, they'd come down and all jump on her at once. 

She writhed as the hot mouth sucking her breast began to build sensuous 
flames in her. She was burning up with lust, but she knew she didn't dare 
give in to it. Her turgid nipple was becoming longer and hotter as Vinnie 
continued sucking on it. God! It felt so good. Was she some kind of 
masochist to revel in pain? Deep down, did she really want the man to force 
her to his will, no matter how openly she resisted? Why? What was the matter 
with her? This was wrong. It was evil. It was everything against which her 
mother had warned her. She had to fight it.' 

"Face it, Phyl," Vinnie whispered to her, letting her nipple slip from 
between his lips. "The plain and simple fact of the matter is, I'm gonna 
fuck you. The only remaining question is, do we do it on top of the ping 
pong table like a couple of rutting animals, or do we open the sofa-bed 
across the room and at least make ourselves comfortable." 

Phyllis simply stood there, staring into Vinnie's twistedly masculine face. 
She couldn't recall when her emotions had been in such a turmoil. But then, 
prior to today, no man had ever looked at her naked body before. Vinnie was 
looking into her eyes, pleading with her to give in. She understood he 
didn't really want to force her, but she knew damn well he would if she 
continued resisting. Even so, the training, the upbringing, the inner 
conscience that had been built so strongly refused to surrender. Vinnie was 
not a man who knew how to use words, but he had gotten his argument across. 
What he wasn't able to understand was, why did Phyllis continually resist 
him? But then Phyllis was unable to understand it, herself. She knew it was 
going to happen, so why did she insist on resisting? 

Without waiting for her to reply, Vinnie went to the sofa-bed, at the other 
end of the room, and he opened it. The sight of the bed terrified Phyllis, 
but it now blocked her way to the door leading upstairs. Not that she would 
have been able to open it once she reached it. 

Vinnie went to one of the closets and opened it, and said, "Hey, looka here. 
A whole bunch of old party costumes. C'mere." 

Hesitantly, Phyllis walked over to where he was standing as he pulled out a 
carton. He reached into it and pulled out the wig and cap of an old 
Raggedy-Ann costume. He put it on her head then led her over to the mirror 
to see how funny she looked. Phyllis realized what he was-trying to do. He 
was trying to make her laugh, to ease the tension between them, but knowing 
what was going to happen made her keep her guard up at all times. 

The next costume Vinnie pulled out was one that let both of them know the 
owner of the house liked private orgies. It was one of those sheer nighties, 
with the holes cut out for the breasts and the vagina. And when Phyllis put 
the costume on without removing her Raggedy-Ann wig and cap, she realized 
she looked like a sexy rag-dol suddenly come to life. Staring at her 
reflection in the mirror made her feel as if she were looking at the lewdest 
bawd in the world. She was revolted, yet she was excited. 

God!" Vinnie gasped. "You look like something out of a tripple X movie. 
Sheesh! You really look great." 

Yes, she looked like an out-and-out tramp, all right. She was every bit as 
sexy as any movie star. When Vinnie's hands slithered around from behind and 
filled themselves with her breasts, she was taken completely by surprise. 

"No! she insisted, trying to tug his hands away. 

"Yes," he told her. "Yes, yes, yes. I'm gonna fuck you just like this." 

And that was when she became aware of the fact that while she had been 
looking at herself in the mirror Vinnie had undressed. He was rubbing his 
nakedness against her body, and she felt his hard penis push against the 
sexy nightgown as if its nose was attempting to sniff out the hole between 
her thighs. 

Phyllis tried turning and pushing the man away, but he clung tenaciously to 
her, squeezing her breasts with his hands, rubbing her nipples, making them 
harder and stiffer, and causing the fires in her anxious body to flare 
higher and higher. She continued struggling, but the more she writhed, the 
more excited she became, and the more intent she was on not allowing him to 
have his way. She squirmed and almost got away from him, but the clutch of 
his fingers around her breasts held her fast. He spun her around to face 
him, and then he gathered her tightly into his arms and crushed her against 
his body, pressing his mouth to hers, kissing her almost violently. She 
opened her lips to admit his long, thick tongue. It stabbed in like a thick 
knife, and she almost gagged on it, feeling it fuck her mouth with the same 
precision Sal's cock had applied to her tight vagina. Heat continued to 
build in her, but she resisted, refusing to accept the burning fires her 
body ached for, writhing, twisting, fighting, and kissing, hugging and 
holding. An immense pole was being pressed against her belly, and though she 
had not yet had the opportunity to see it, Phyllis was able to tell from the 
feel of it that it was larger than Sal's cock. God! It was a regular 
maypole. It pressed into the flatness of her belly as her heavily rounded 
breasts rubbed against Vinnie's hairy chest. The wiry hairs seemed to tease 
her aching nipples even more, making her inwardly sob. She had to escape 
from all this. 

Phyllis heard a moan escape from Vinnie's chest as he rubbed his bare flesh 
against her nightgown-clad body. She felt his fingers slide under the 
nightgown, grasping her whitely tender body, feeling here and there. 

The blistering heat of the gigantically burning penis rammed itself against 
her aching belly, and she sensed his weighty phallus was in agony. This 
didn't lessen her struggles. She continued resisting as the nightgown was 
tugged over her head and thrown on the floor. He removed her hat and wig and 
tossed them aside, as well. He rubbed her solidly against him, and she not 
only felt the length and thickness of his throbbing cock, but the heft of 
his testicles, as well. 

Vinnie was in sweet agony. His cock was wildly throbbing, and his balls felt 
as if they were made of lead. They felt as if they were swelling like 
sponges bloated with water while his scrotum was continually tightening 
around them. The pressure was becoming unbearable. He needed relief, and if 
the dumb bitch didn't willingly give in, he'd force her. He'd goddamn force 
her. 

Phyllis tried reaching for his eyes, and as she did so, Vinnie shoved her 
backwards. She fell, tumbling onto the open bed. When she tried rolling off, 
he was right there, throwing his weight on top of her. One smooth, silken 
thigh remained dangling over the edge of the bed, touching the cold floor. 
Her other leg was bent to the side, revealing the entire pout of her 
tenderly swollen cuntlips, surrounded as they were by a frame of black, 
mossy fur. 

Vinnie stared straight down, using his hands to keep her thighs apart, and 
he saw how her vaginal lips were barely parted. Sal's fucking had hardly 
done much good. A thin, viscous fluid was dribbling out of the slot between 
her luscious labial curtains.' He gazed with burning hunger, and Phyllis 
became more terrified than ever, seeing the fires of lust in his eyes as 
they remained locked on the chapel of pinkness between her open thighs. 

What the hell was the matter with the man? Phyllis wondered. She knew men 
were hungry to look at female vaginas, but Vinnie wasn't staring at it as if 
it were something to pierce with his penile lance. Rather he was looking at 
it the way a snake looks at a frightened rabbit it's about to devour. Why 
didn't he raise his eyes and look at her breasts or her hips or even her 
face? Gino had been anxious to play with her breasts when they were in the 
van, and though Vinnie had fondled them a bit, it was obvious they were not 
his main-interest... not by a long shot. 

Phyllis stared at Vinnie's penis, this being her first real opportunity to 
see it. She was almost aghast at the size of the pulsating penis. God! It 
made the one Sal had shoved into her look miniscule. There was no way on 
earth her vagina would be able to open up enough to contain that monster. 
And the testicles behind it, dangling down, looked as if they 
counterbalanced the massiveness of the phallus. 

Vinnie staggered closer to Phyllis, and the woman shrank from him, terrified 
of what he intended doing. Had his hands not kept her thighs apart, she 
would have jammed them tightly together. He came even closer, then slowly 
lowered his body to the bed, though he didn't lie on top of her. As she 
stared, terrified, frightened almost out of her skull, she watched his head 
dip lower while his burning eyes remained fixed on the center of her vagina. 
His strong palms lay flatly against the insides of her opened thighs, 
pushing them even wider apart. 

Phyllis's gaze was fixed, and she was unable to believe exactly what she was 
seeing. Vinnie's head was moving lower, and just before his face disappeared 
from her line of sight she saw his tongue extend from his mouth. 

Great God! He was going to actually press his mouth against her vagina. He 
was going to lick with his tongue against her seething inner self. Was he 
totally insane? Not that she wanted him to fill her tiny, narrow cunt with 
that majestic-looking scepter between his thighs, but this was not only 
insane, but totally wanton and disgustingly obscene. Uuuuuggggghhhhh!!! 

"No!" she screamed, doing her best to force her loins back together. But the 
heavy pressure of his two palms, pushing, pushing, pushing, forced them to 
remain wide apart. 

Phyllis struggled on the bed, trying to squirm her body every which way, but 
she was helplessly pinned. And then she felt the flaming, slavering lips 
bring themselves even closer as his heatedly blistering breath whipped 
against her tender cuntlips, making them flutter. 

"Ohhhhhh Goddddd!!!" she screamed as his mouth clamped itself tightly 
against her leaking labia. She gasped as his tongue speared between the 
slick labia, flicking in and out, in and out, stabbing into her hole like a 
chillingly wicked poniard sticking its cold self into the foaming depths of 
her hotly burning feminine swamp. Her entire body began wildly trembling, 
violently shuddering as she felt the wickedly slick oral extension slurp 
into her tunnel repeatedly. 

"No," she gasped, afraid to yell for fear of waking Gino and Sal. "Vinnie 
... no . .. no . . . no . .. for the love of God ... no . . . don't. .. 
uhhhhhhh ... do this . . . hhhhaaaann-nhhhhh ..." 

Her voice was rasping as she sensed what was surely the lashing tongue of an 
aardvark lancing into her fiery vagina, causing wildly jagged bolts of 
crackling, energetic lightning to course and bubble through her entire being 
from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toenails. Her torso was 
violently trembling with maddening shudders, and it was all brought about by 
the lengthy, thick, swathing lingual organ of the man who wanted to bring 
pleasure to her without causing her any pain. 

God! He was like a voracious cannibal with his mouth firmly pressed to her 
vagina, sucking, licking, eating, even lightly chewing' on her tender flesh, 
continually using the entire length of his moving tongue. He lapped into her 
venereal temple repeatedly, drinking the seething juices that came bubbling 
out. He was kissing her hot cunt with all the strength he was able to 
muster, using his tongue more masterfully than even he had thought himself 
able. 

Phyllis was insanely bouncing on the mattress. At first it had been her 
intention to escape this maniac, but his tongue now had her totally 
entranced, making her wildly bounce on the bed as her buttocks slammed down 
again and again, only to gain enough leverage to come pumping up again so 
she'd be able to force her labia into his open oral cave. Jesus! It was 
unbelievable. 

Phyllis was helpless putty in Vinnie's hands, her body no longer under her 
control. Her brain continually yelled at her fulcrum to stop its movement 
and come under control, but her heatedly aroused groin continued pushing 
itself against the hungering mouth of Vinnie Ballardo. Her shuddering inner 
self moved reflexively, obeying whatever impulses his lapping tongue flashed 
to her. 

She felt his licking oral organ moving into her repeatedly, constantly 
tasting the burning rivers of oozing fluid dripping from within. Her ears 
picked up the hungry slurps of his lapping lingual digit as it worked in and 
out of her while his hands continued pressing on the soft, fleshy inner 
parts of her tender thighs, trying to stretch them wider and wider apart. 
She sensed Vinnie rubbing his lower half against the open bed as he licked 
into her, and for the first time it occurred to Phyllis that in spite of 
what appeared to be his own ragged agony, the man was not really doing 
anything to harm her. This knowledge served to increase her inner responses 
to what he was doing with his wide-open mouth. 

Vinnie's long tongue lapped far and deep into the depths of her flaming 
interior, causing Phyllis to start wildly flinging her young body from side 
to side, much like the helpless rag doll she had resembled, earlier. She was 
completely out of control, writhing with every slashing movement of his 
tongue as it stabbed into her seething center again and again, creating 
hitherto unknown delights, causing the new sensations to enlarge and grow 
and swell far within her. These were feelings her body had yearned for, 
unknowingly, because she had been so foolish as to follow her mother's 
advice and keep all men at a distance, never allowing them to bring her 
thrills. Was it possible her mother was wrong? Was it possible she had been 
behaving foolishly all these years? True, this was something totally 
different from actual intercourse, but her body found it equally enjoyable. 
Yes, her body had enjoyed Sal Vito's ravishment, even if her mind had 
refused to accept it. But now her body was enjoying this, as well, and her 
mind realized there was no pain connected to it. Equally important, there 
was no possibility of pregnancy attached to this. Oh God! This was the most 
singularly incredible experience she had ever enjoyed. She was already 
starting to wonder whether or not she might allow men to do this to her if 
she ever did get back to civilization, alive. The tongue continually lancing 
into her was building the sensational feelings in her body to new heights, 
and she knew if this kept up, sooner or later she would achieve the same 
kind of orgasmic thrills she had known when Sal had fucked her. 

"Mmmmmmm ..." she heard Vinnie murmur between wide swaths of his tongue 
licking from her perineum to her clitoris. "Ummmm . . . good .. . delicious 
. . . ahhhhh . . . sluuuurrrrpppp .. . ummmmmmmm ..." he gasped as he 
continued drinking the outpouring liquid contents of her tight pussy. His 
hands continued pressing her thighs wide apart as the broiling contents of 
her vagina either splashed into his mouth or against his face. The quivering 
lips of her dribbling vagina widely surrounded his mouth as he continued 
sucking and licking. He sucked like a starving kid, as if he was unable to 
ever get enough of the taste of the wonderful meat his mough was enjoying. 

Phyllis felt the flesh inside her inner lips turn raw with rasping friction 
as Vinnie continued lapping. And then she felt even newer, more wonderful 
shudders course through her tingling body as his tongue began concentrating 
on the tender little button of her vibrating clitoris. It was harder than a 
penis, and firmly outstretched, stiff and throbbing as his palms continued 
pressing on the white inner flesh of her thighs, keeping them open, allowing 
him to fully savor the wonderful taste of her beautifully throbbing, 
pink-tinted fleshy vaginal interior. The more he licked, the more lubricious 
liquid oozed from within. 

Phyllis bucked as Vinnie's tongue continually teased her pulsating clitoris 
before washing its way down the teeming length of her simmering inner pussy. 
And then the tongue moved even lower, leaping over her narrow perineum and 
touching the extra-sensitive pucker of her rosebudlike asshole. It dredged 
in there for a moment, causing her mind, thrilled beyond sensation, to 
berate her for allowing him to do such a disgusting thing. Then the tongue 
came swiping right back up through the coral feminine wound, moving higher 
and higher until it tickled her clitoris again. Then once again it made the 
return trip. It paused as his lips sucked on the peachlike slices of her 
vaginal labia. She leaped high off the bed, churning and shuddering, and 
when his tongue returned to her clitoris, Phyllis realized the orgasm her 
mind had been trying to shut out was there, and it was surging through her. 
The pressure was so intense, she was no longer able to -contain herself. She 
had to explode. 

"AAAAAAIIIIIIYYYYY-YYAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH . . . 
HHHHHHHAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH-HNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH . . . 
EEEEEEYYYYYYYAAAAAAA GGGGGGNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH. . ." she screamed as the 
strange, lengthily wonderful lapping tongue continued building 
passion-bilsters on her flesh. Lava roared through her blood vessels as 
Vinnie continued his licking. His hands were no longer strong enough to keep 
Phyllis's thighs apart. She clamped them tightly around his temples and 
ears, bucking insanely. His hands were gripping her buttocks, squeezing them 
as his tongue continued lapping, lapping, lapping. The very sky itself 
seemed to open to Phyllis as she heard her own shrieking voice fill her 
ears. Spasms of wonderful lasciviousness and salaciousness burst through her 
entire frame in overpowering, agonizing bliss. 

She was completely helpless, a slave to the man's working tongue, and she 
wondered if she would ever really be free again. Would she be able to bring 
her body under control, or would it eternally remain a slave to such 
wonderfully vile lustings? The idea of simply saying no to any kind of sex 
would never again be simple for her. This was one moment that would hand in 
her memory forever. 

She thrilled to the movement of Vinnie's tongue lapping and tantalizing her 
pearly clitoris, ravishing it without mercy, squashing his flattened tongue 
against it in rapturous, fevered lust as he drank the wonderful mead of her 
dribbling oils, making noisy sucking sounds the entire time, as if wanting 
to let her know just how much he was enjoying what he was doing. 

Vinnie's lips, like a vise, clamped tightly around the tiny nodule of 
clitoris and he sucked insanely, whipping his tongue up. 

Vinnie's lashing tongue was becoming too much for Phyllis, whose body was 
already extremely oversensitive. She gasped, "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH . . . 
GODDDDDDDD .. . UUUUUGGGGGHHHHH. . . VINNNNNNNIEEEEE... NO... MORRRRRRRRE . 
. . UUUUUNNNNGGGGGHHHHH..." 

The echoes of her gasping voice bounced through the area of the finished 
basement, reverberating off the paneled walls, though soaked up by the 
acoustic ceiling. Burst upon burst of licentiously ecstatic rapture jetted 
through Phyllis's weakened, whimpering, trembling, gasping, achingly 
throbbing and tormented body. The maddening sucking of Vinnie's mouth 
continued though she begged him to stop, pulling and sapping all her inner 
emotions out through her clitoris. Her brain had become a total blank to 
anything other than the concentrated thrills her inner self was rapturously 
enjoying. Her mind was focusing completely on the lingual length of oral 
digit working in the drainlike depths of her heaving cunt. She was 
repeatedly being set on fire with continuing new lustful delights. Her 
aching loins arched upward to meet the strong downward thrusts of Vinnie's 
working tongue, and her entire frame vibrated and trembled, straining and 
tight, thrusting against the maddening thrills brought about by that magic 
tongue. 

Vinnie was not overly experienced when it came to females, but when it came 
to cuntlapping, he was a natural. The man was able to do more with his mouth 
and vibrating tongue than the majority of other men were capable of doing 
with their entire bodies. And at this moment, his magic mouth belonged 
exclusively to the trembling, aching, burning, shuddering center that was 
Phyllis's throbbing vaginal tunnel. 

Phyllis felt the man's lips press tightly around the extended button that 
was her trembling clitoris. The lips surrounded the throbbing nodule and 
then compressed tightly around it on all sides. Phyllis, no longer able to 
berate herself for all that she was feeling, was lathering at the mouth from 
total ecstasy as she gasped, "Ooooooooohhhhhhh . . . aaaaahhhhhhhh ... 
myyyyyyy .. Goddddddd ... ohhhhhhhhh ... wwwwwaaaaawwwwwww. . .." 

The high ceiling, with its many insets of acoustic tile, appeared to reflect 
in shadow all that was happening below. The room spun before Phyllis's 
unfocusing eyes. Everything went around and around, making her dizzier than 
ever with each passing second. A glaze seemed to light up her eyes, making 
everything even more difficult to see. Flames licked between her open 
thighs, matching the lashes of his tongue, only the flames were not content 
to remain in her crotch. They spread inwardly, filling her body. Phyllis 
knew it wouldn't be long before her entire self would be consumed and she'd 
be ashes. Her thighs wrapped themselves once more about Vinnie's head, 
temporarily imprisoning his face against her feminine pit. She was no longer 
content with a tongue. She needed to be plunged into, as Sal had done, 
though Sal's penis would not have been enough. She needed pain to justify 
all that was happening to her, and that pain would be brought about by the 
heaviness of Vinnie's thickly long cock. It was the only proper penance for 
her having enjoyed the man's tongue. God! Not even Vinnie's cock would be 
enough. She wanted to shove his entire body into her teeming pussy. 

Phyllis's slender, columnar loins continued tightening their grip around 
Vinnie's head, but she felt his hands sliding once again under her buttocks, 
lifting her fulcrum even higher, bringing the tasty, hairy furrow of her 
meaty cunt into even stronger contact with his working mouth. His freshly 
shaved cheeks rubbed between her curling pelvic hairs, thrilling her even 
more, creating the impression his entire face was about to sink itself into 
her cunt. God! She had never known anything in her entire lifetime to equal 
this. And to think, it had taken a bank robber and kidnapper to teach it to 
her. 

Vinnie's flaming breath was even hotter than the fire in the searing oven of 
her vagina as his long tongue trailed lower and lower. Now he began 
steadily, lapping at the crinkle of her taut anus, sending icicles shooting 
up her spine. His tongue circled the rim of her shuddering asshole, licking 
it wetly, then stiffening, and plunging as far into the center as her tight 
sphincter would permit. The stiff tongue shoved itself deeper and deeper 
into her rectal center, causing her to shudder with untold delight. Vinnie 
pushed forward with her thighs still tightly wrapped around his head. He 
drove his face against her pussy all the more strongly as his tongue dredged 
into her bottom hole, licking as far in as was humanly possible before 
sliding the tongue out and returning it to her seething cunt. This time her 
vaginal walls welcomed his oral length inside, and he lapped as far as 
possible into her blazing kiln. 

Trembling, Phyllis became aware of a finger touching her asshole. Recalling 
how wonderful the tongue in her anus had felt, she decided resistance at 
this point would be useless. So she kept her body. loose, feeling his 
lapping lingual lance sink ever deeper into the burning pressure cooker that 
was her steaming cunt. Heavy oil, dripping from the pink slash of her 
puddled vagina fell onto Vinnie's finger, and he used the slippery liquid to 
coat the exterior of her anal opening. Little by little Phyllis found 
herself blissfully relaxing more and more, and abruptly she felt the finger 
start worming its way into her. Where the tongue had sent delicious shivers 
blasting up her spine, the finger reminded her of the way Sal's penis had 
deflowered her, though the pressure of the finger was not nearly as painful 
as Sal's cock had originally been in her cunt. She discovered the pressure 
in her rectum made her vaginal corridor a little narrower, causing his wet 
tongue to tickle her all the more, actually enhancing the thrills she was 
feeling. 

"Fuck me!" Phyllis begged, unable to believe she was saying such salacious 
words. But they had come from her, and before her mind had a chance to stop 
her mouth, she reflexively spoke again, saying, "Fuck me, Vinnie. Fuck me, 
hard!" 

The surprised Vinnie wasted no time. He raised his body until his own loins 
were above her thighs, and he used his hips to spread her legs even farther 
apart. He lowered his fully erect cock quickly, bringing it into direct 
contact with the narrowly close-together lips of her barely used pussy. Even 
so, there was no need for him to go slowly. His tongue had seen to it that 
her vaginal interior was a veritable bog, and tight as it was, her thighs 
lay wide in wet and open invitation. The small, elastic vaginal mouth was 
already throbbing and pulsating around the blunted nose of his 
forward-moving penis. It was as if she, too, would ultimately explode if 
Vinnie didn't thrust the full length of his throbbing cock into her. And 
though it was longer and fatter than Sal's, and it would stretch her inner 
walls even more, Phyllis wanted every last millimeter of the heavy prick 
totally buried inside her. 

Vinnie was still moving with care, feeling her sparsely wet, matted pelvic 
hair tickle his penile point as it carefully parted the frame of fur. His 
mastodonic penile head slowly, very, very slowly slid into her pooling 
warmth. It continued sliding with a single continuous stroke, moving past 
her cervix, burying itself in the deepest part of her vagina, touching 
depths Sal had never reached as her inner walls elastic ally gave way, 
widening to contain the huge pole. The only resistance was the natural sweet 
resistance of her tugging membranes as the smoothly slick tissues of her 
tight little pussy pulsated solidly around the man's thick stanchion of cock 
in a wetly clasping motion that all but drove the man insane with delight. 

Vinnie pressed his almost hairless chest against the full swell of Phyllis's 
round breasts, flattening her fleshy melons a little as he drove into her. 
He rammed his hips forward as hard as he was able, and her softly gurgling 
well flowered open again and again to receive the entire length of his 
massive phallic spear, sucking it to ever deeper parts of her. There was no 
stopping the throbbing cock until it was buried to the hilt, and the heavy 
sac of his squirming testicles thwacked with a loud slap against the 
widespread crevice of her upraised, rounded asscheeks. 

Phyllis's entire body began wildly twitching in mad abandon. This was evil, 
it was wicked, and it was wonderful And when Vinnie lowered his mouth to 
hers, she responded, kissing him strongly, letting her own tongue wash 
though his mouth, tasting the delightful flavor of her own vagina in his 
mouth. His own tongue slid past hers, trying to sink into her throat. Low 
hums of delightful passionate acceptance came in completely incoherent 
groans and murmurs from deep inside the woman's sighing chest. Her innocent 
young face was contorted with licentious rapture as her neck strained and 
her nostrils flared and a light perspiration broke out in beads all over her 
forehead under the disheveled bangs of her black hair. There was nothing to 
stop the two of them from going the full distance, now. And the man with the 
crooked nose, who was otherwise a truly goodlooking devil, worked like a 
madman to carry them both to the end of eternity. 

"Uuuuuuhhhhh . . . God . . . God . . . God .. ." Phyllis gasped around the 
thickly slavering tongue that filled her mouth. She groaned licentiously, 
welcoming the touch of his hand on the rounded cheeks of her buttocks. His 
hands gripped her asscheeks tightly, lifting them higher, giving his wildly 
thrusting cock total access to her anxious young cunt. 

Vinnie lifted his face from hers, raising his upper torso, feeling the 
deliciously smooth velvet folds of her creaming inner pussy tightly take him 
prisoner for the moment. When he managed to tug his cock back, her sucking 
lips wetly clung to his twitching phallic column until he was able to sense 
every last little inch of her fevered interior vibrating around his 
throbbing cock. Then he rammed into her, balancing himself on the tips of 
his toes as he fucked every bit of his throbbing shank into the tightness of 
her heatedly narrow cunt, bringing an animallike scream of rapture from 
Phyllis's lips. His haircovered groin ground lasciviously against the 
tenderly sensitive outer flanges of her wetly spread vagina. This sent 
shivers of salacious delight charging through her fluttering nerve-ends. His 
thrust his loins against her tender pelvis, watching 

Phyllis's glazed eyelids become more and more weighted with seething 
rapture. 

Seeing the licentious emotions playing salaciously over the innocent young 
woman's girlish face, contorting it and lining it with passion, added to 
Vihnie's already intolerable excitement and arousal. It had been worth the 
agonizing torture of holding his cock back while lapping her fuming pussy 
almost into oblivion. Now he was not alone in his quest for delighted 
pleasure. Every fiber of his inner being quivered with the sensation of 
being totally alive, and no matter what eventually happened to Sal, and 
Gino, and himself, he had the assurance that his own life force was bound to 
hers, if only for now. The only real inner pain was the basic knowledge that 
neither she, nor any other female, would ever again be as much a part of him 
as she was at this precise moment. But the anguish of that realization 
disappeared very quickly as he saw the tears of happiness come cascading 
down her cheeks in heavy streams. This was a powerful tribute to a passion 
he had wrought in her that she had been unaware existed. 

Phyllis sought desperately to tug him as tightly against her as possible, as 
once again her arms entwined themselves around his neck in a stranglehold. 
But another long, hard lunge into her delightfully thrilled and shivering 
vagina caused her arms to settle around his shoulders. From there, her hands 
slithered down his back, raking blood trails as her nails frantically sliced 
his skin again and again until her fingers came to rest on the revolving 
cheeks of his hard-driving gluteal mounds. 

She dug her fingers into the solidly muscular warmth of the man's taut 
buttocks, her hands working with the constantly convoluting sinews, and so 
tugged Vinnie's cock even deeper into her tormented body. The powerful 
clutches of constant encouragement from her digging, squeezing, grasping 
hands added to the driving force of his powerful thrusts as he slammed 
against the woman's uplifted groin. The entire downstairs room resounded 
with the wet, smacking sounds that blended obscenely with the added noises 
of their constant panting and grunting. 

The salaciously loud noises coming from their bodies and mouths blended 
together in a wild tempo as Vinnie continued to drive solidly into 

Phyllis's tightly grasping pussy. The man slammed harder and harder, 
visualizing what he and the woman must look like, one on top of the other, 
he grinding into her as if they were machines performing some unknown 
function. He slammed the full length of his dark cock into the scarlet 
depths of Phyllis's pulling cunt, and the clutch of her inner tunnel brought 
him back to reality. He wrapped one hand around her full, luscious breast, 
while his other hand gripped one of her smoothly delightful asscheeks. His 
fingers sank into the narrow crevice between the two gluteal orbs, and then 
he slid his hand slowly down from her asscheeks to where his thickly long 
prick was continually sliding wetly in and out of her suckingly tight cunt. 

Phyllis's mouth gaped widely open in ecstatic enjoyment when his fingers 
began fondling and teasing the heatedly moist, contracting lips of her 
vagina while his cock continued to plug all the way into her. This caused 
the woman to moan all the more loudly as the ever-widening tunnel of her 
vagina opened in hungry yearning, aching to swallow up the entire length of 
his hotly stabbing shaft as it sank far into her shuddering body. She 
jerked, thrusting her tender body toward him several times, her vaginal 
labia wildly working and sucking at his cock like a calf nursing at its 
mother's udder. 

"Oh Vinnie," she gasped, clinging ever more tightly to him. "Fuck me! Fuck 
me, hard! Fuck me harder and harder. I love it. I really love it. Especially 
the way you do it. You're good and tender, and filled with love, and you 
don't hurt me. Fuck me, Vinnie! Fuck me deeper!" She was begging, her breath 
coming in short, frantic gasps. There was no question but that she was all 
set to reach her own apex. The bank robber felt it as her ripely young 
breasts heaved against him, quivering with thrilling, throbbing pressure as 
her hardened, spiky nipples cut into him. Her violently shuddering loins 
parted even more, displaying the wide open plane of her delectable femaledom 
for the thrusting of his manly cock. And then, with a deep, low moan, 
Phyllis's legs snaked out and tightly wrapped themselves around the man's 
slamming asscheeks. Her crotch lifted itself higher, as if pleading and 
begging him to hurry, and so Vinnie speeded up his hard thrusts, gasping at 
the sight of her anxious vagina squeezing his masculine prick, literally 
climbing up and down the pole, spiraling and rotating this way and that, 
moving crazily toward her needed fulfillment. 

"OH GODDDDDD! HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNHHHHHHH! I'MMMMMM . . . UHHHHH . . . 
COMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGG . . YYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHAAAHHHH. .." she screeched, 
her voice a high, helpless squeal of total submission, and suddenly her 
naked heels were beating a crazy tattoo against Vinnie's asscheeks. Her 
hands raced crazily up and down his scratched, bleeding back until they 
clenched themselves in his wooly, light brown hair. She forced his mouth to 
hers, all but smashing her teeth against his, kissing with such fury she cut 
the inside of her lips. The cords in her taut neck stretched and tightened 
and her nakedly quivering body jerked wildly against him in a mad tempo with 
the inner rhythm of the heatedly convulsing walls of her cunt now gripping 
and releasing very soddenly around the entire length of his pounding prick. 
Her sucking cunt pulled at his throbbing prick as if it needed the 
sustenance it expected the cock to release. 

The bedsprings in the sofa-bed began creaking out their protest at the 
unusually rough treatment they were getting. The two entwined bodies were 
struggling, Phyllis already at the peak of all existence and fighting to 
stay there, while Vinnie was still struggling to join her. Just a few more 
strokes and he'd be there. The sounds of deep straining grunts and groans 
filled the suddenly stifling room as his throbbing cock continued filling 
the depths of her womanly center over and over. 

"Huuunnhhhh . . . huuunnnhhhh . . . hhuuuunnnnhhhh .. ." Vinnie gasped, 
crying, his moans into her kissing mouth as her spurting lubricant washed 
burningly around his continually spiking shaft, flowing down the narrow 
slice between her rounded young buttocks, washing over his scrotum as they 
rammed solidly against her perineum, now tightly drawn up into his crotch. 

"AAAAAYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH. .. GGGGGAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH. . . 
HHHHHAAAAANNNNGGGGGHHHHH . . . HHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHH. . ." the man 
bellowed, and he quickened his lascivious strokes until his groin smacked 
like a wooden oar against her well-lubricated pelvis. Her legs surrounded 
his waist, gripping him tightly as he continued to jerkily thrust his 
shooting cock deeper and deeper into her inner trench, rotating his hips, 
churning, twisting, spinning, trying to use the head of his cock like a 
shovel, digging farther and farther into her tenderness, scraping the wetly 
thrilled walls of her inner vagina without any kind of mercy. She gasped 
again and again, her passion continually renewing itself as he clenched his 
eyes tightly shut. And then he felt as if his testicles were actually 
splitting as they released even more of the heavily white fluid into the 
young woman's burning tunnel. 

"HHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHH-HHH. . ." was all he was able to silently and 
hoarsely gasp as a second gush of pure fire rolled through his ballooning 
penis. His ears heard her whimpering out the last of her own orgasm, and 
then he felt her jerking her body solidly against his ass, sensing his sperm 
splashing through her burning tunnel, she began orgasming all over again. 
Vinnie wildly exploded inside her, his flaming semen spurting like water 
from a firehose, squirting into the deepest, farthest recesses of the young 
female hostage's palpitating sweet cunt. Again and again he fired, until he 
felt his strength starting to wane and his explosions were less and less. 

Vinnie fell forward, lying on top of the young woman, and Phyllis groaned, 
simply lying there, unable to do more. They lay that way silently until his 
cock deflated and slipped from her wetly flooded passageway. He got to his 
feet and saw she had actually fallen asleep. This made him feel worse than 
ever, because her falling asleep showed she had confidence in him. 

 Chapter Four 

When Phyllis awoke, she was alone. She knew it was dark out, and once again 
she hurried to the bathroom to wash out the sperm that was inside her, 
hoping she had managed to do it before she had become impregnated. What she 
had done with Vinnie was weighing heavily on her conscience, and she felt 
more ashamed of herself than ever. There was no reason for her to surrender 
to Vinnie. Had he taken her the way Sal had, by force, she might have been 
able to excuse what had happened, but this time there was no excuse. She had 
willingly submitted to Vinnie, giving as good as she'd gotten. 

Hurrying to the kitchen, she felt a gnawing hunger in her belly. Finding 
some swiss cheese, she made herself a sandwich, but as she ate, she pouted. 
She was ashamed. She was humiliated. She had degraded herself. 

Finishing the sandwich, she began examing the basement. There was one door 
which was locked, and she wondered where it led. It was actually against a 
wall in the middle of the room. The wall, itself, did a ninety-degree turn 
part of the way down. This told Phyllis there was a room within the room, 
and she wondered why it was locked. 

Phyllis was all set to use a butter knife to try and open the door, when she 
heard the upstairs door open and feet came tromping down. It was Gino 
Ballardo, the one man she truly feared. 

"Hi, there," Gino greeted, slaver falling from the sides of his mouth as he 
approached her. "You and I, we gotta have us a talk. . . right now. . ." he 
insisted, coming closer. 

"I don't think we have anything to say to each other," Phyllis insisted. "So 
you just stay away from me." 

"Just what kinda bullshit is that?" Gino asked, coming closer. "Now get 
this, you goddamn cunt, you're our prisoner. You do as we say. If we say 
fuck, you fuck. If we say suck, you suck. If we tell you to eat shit, you do 
that, because if you don't, we can just as easily snuff you and bury you out 
in the backyard here, where no one'U ever find you." "You wouldn't dare," 
Phyllis insisted. "Oh, I dare, all right. And what's more, if I do it, the 
other guys here'll have no choice but to go along, 'cause once you're dead, 
there ain't nothin' they can do about it.' 

"I'll scream," Phyllis insisted. "They'll hear me. 

"And they'll think I'm screwing you, which is what the both of them did, 
anyway." 

He was standing right up against Phyllis now, leering his evil smile at her 
as he wrapped his left arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him. 
He pressed her breasts solidly against his chest. She was still naked, so 
the buttons of her nipples rubbed into his shirt-front. His other hand 
reached down and gripped her buttocks. 

Phyllis immediately started struggling, hating the idea of being touched by 
this beast; Even if she weren't scolding herself for what happened with 
both, Sal and Vinnie, she'd have hated being touched by Gino. That his touch 
should suddenly cause heat to flare through her, made her feel disgusted. 
She didn't want anything to do with this excuse for a human being. 

With his palm spread out he brought her rosy body close to him, pressing her 
pelvis against his crotch, jamming the cloth-covered thickness of his penis 
against the hair-protected lips of the young woman's moist cunt. 

Phyllis shuddered. She knew Gino was more than she'd ever be able to handle. 

"Look," she told him. "I don't know what I ever did to you to get you . . ." 

"You just hadda be you," Gino sneered. "You're a cunt, like a million other 
cunts. You just happen to be the one lucky enough to be near me, right now." 

"Uhhhh . . . what are you doing?" she asked, feeling his hand rub her 
buttocks more intently. 

"What the fuck do you mean, what am I doing? Jesus! For a broad you have 
balls. Here you show me those nice, big juicy tits of yours, and you expect 
me to remain still, and maybe just look at 'em? Or maybe you think I'm some 
kinda painter who's gonna draw pictures of those tits. And you got a nice, 
wet cunt that's just beggin' to be used ... if I wanna use it. Baby, you 
know damn well what I'm doing." 

"Look, all I want is to be left alone," Phyllis insisted. 

"Yeah, sure," Gino nodded. "All you want is to be left alone while you 
flaunt that ass and those tits all over this basement." 

"Well every time I try getting dressed one of you rips off my clothing." 

"Don't give me that load of shit. You're no different from all the other 
fucking cunts. You're a goddamn cockteaser, letting us look, making us want, 
then giving us nothing." 

"Now that isn't true and you know it," Phyllis snapped. 

"Shut the hell up, cockteaser. That's just what you are, you fucking cunt." 

Seeing reason was impossible with the man, Phyllis became more terrified 
than ever. She had to do something to placate him, much as he disgusted her, 
or she might end up dead. , "Look," she said, "I'm sorry, Gino. I really am. 
I didn't mean to get you all worked up like that. Honest, I'll do my best to 
stay away from you." 

"Being sorry and staying away from me isn't going to do my cock any good, is 
it?" Gino barked. "My God!" she cried out. "What do you want me to say?" 

"That's just it," Gino insisted. "Right now, there isn't a fucking thing you 
can say. Action speaks louder than words, honey. You'd better believe it." 

"What are you talking about?" Phyllis asked, too terrified to think 
straight. 

"I'm saying the time is long past for talking. It's time for doing." 

"Wh-what d-do y-you mean?" she asked, cringing. 

"I can't believe my ears," Gino said laughing sadistically. "I mean, here 
you raise the king of all erections in my pants, and then like some sweet, 
innocent know-nothing virgin, you act like you have no idea just what it is 
you can do about it. 

Well, your cunt may not be virginal any more, but you have two other holes 1 
can de-cherry." 

"What?" 

"You heard me clearly, cunt. I'm gonna fuck you, but not in your cunt, 
because I don't wanna spill my good spunk on top of the gism of the others. 
No, baby, you and I are gonna do other things." 

"Wh-what are you talking about?" Phyllis asked, trying to move away from 
him. 

"You're gonna lose your oral virginity." 

"I. .. don't understand . .,." 

"I meank I'm gonna fuck you in the mouth, baby. I'm gonna jam my cock down 
your throat and fuck it in and out until I shoot my sperm right down that 
pretty little throat of yours. Hell, it'll grease your tonsils and make you 
scream a little clearer." 

"My God, no!" Phyllis gasped, nauseated at the mere idea. 

She tried pulling away, but Gino reached out and slapped her solidly across 
the face. She staggered beneath the very force of the blow and fell back 
against the ping pong table. 

Gino merely stood there for a few moments, letting his eyes devour her body. 
When Phyllis looked up at him, she saw the gnawing hunger eating away at 
him. And she knew she was going to be forced to perform another filthy, 
disgusting thing. God! At this moment, if there had been a way of quickly 
and easily killing herself, she would have done it. 

She began sobbing, tears rolling from her big, brown eyes as her shoulders 
shook. The icy fingers of terror seemed to reach into every part of her 
trembling body. But when she looked into Gino's eyes again, she saw no hint 
of mercy. He was a beast. 

"Okay, you bitchy cock-teasing cunt," Gino said. "You damn well know we 
ain't gonna be disturbed down here. Neither Sal nor Vinnie'U come down, 
seein' as both had a wild fucking time with you, earlier. So scream your 
fucking ass off, and it won't do a bit of good. Just get ready to take care 
of the stiffness hardening my cock." 

"My God! My God!" Phyllis gasped. "What are you trying to make me do?" 

"Jesus Christ, are you stupid or something? I already told you what I 
intended doing. You goddamn well know what I'm trying to make you do. Listen 
to that bitchy whining voice of yours. Christ! You take the goddamn fucking 
cake." 

"Please!" Phyllis all but shrieked. "I don't know what to do, I swear it. I 
just don't know what to do." 

"Shit on a stick! Are you really that fucking stupid?" 

Phyllis - stood there, her head hanging down, unable to reply, knowing 
anything she said would come out wrong. 

"Well the first thing you can do is undress me," Gino told her. "I mean, we 
both know nothing's gonna get done until you make me as naked as you are. 
Now get your ass over here and do the job, baby." 

Phyllis remained unmoving, too terrified to do a thing. 

"Hey, I'm warning you, cunt,. I'll only ask you one more time.-After that I 
won't do any asking. 

Phyllis remained unmoving. 

Gino walked right up to her and began open-handedly slapping her face back 
and forth again and again. Red welts began appearing on her face, marring 
the smoothness of her baby round cheeks as tears came pouring out more 
heavily than ever before. 

"Stop, stop, please stop, I'll do whatever you say. Don't hit me again. Just 
don't hit me." 

Gino lowered his hands and he waited. Phyllis, who had put up her own arms, 
now lowered them and gripped the ping pong table for support. She was more 
frightened now than when she had first been kidnapped. There was something 
about this man that made her blood freeze. 

The pain of his blows still made her face smart. There was a warmth to them, 
but they stung, and Phyllis decided she wasn't a masochist after all. There 
was nothing pleasant about being hit. 

"C'mon," Gino insisted. "Undress me!" 

She unbuttoned his shirt and took it off his arms, one sleeve at a time. He 
wore no undershirt, and from the deodorant-soap smell of him, it was obvious 
he had taken a quick shower in anticipation of all this. 

"My pants," Gino insisted. 

Phyllis removed his pants, letting them fall around his ankles, noting he 
hadn't bothered to put on underpants. Though he had a formidable erection, 
it wasn't as long or as thick as Vinnie's. 

"Put my pants on that rocking chair across the room," he insisted, stepping 
out of them. 

Bending' down, she picked up his pants, took them across the room, and 
placed them on the chair. She felt mortified, exposing her bare rump to him 
that way. She saw, turning slightly, the way he was staring at the rounded 
and smooth cheeks of her buttocks. And when she turned to face him, the 
sparse pubic curls were once again open for him to see. For some reason, she 
felt cold, in spite of the fact that it was more than eighty degrees in the 
basement. 

"You know," Gino told her, staring at the pubic curls on her venereal mount. 
"Everything about you is so fucking dainty. You're such a lady. Humbling a 
cunt like you is what really gives me pleasure." 

The girl began blushing, her entire body turning bright red. She was praying 
for some avenue of escape. This man was a horrible fiend. "Get over here," 
Gino insisted. Phyllis obeyed his command, too frightened to do otherwise. 
She walked over to where the man was sitting ... he had hopped up on the 
ping pong table . . . and his burning eyes made her more than a little 
self-conscious of her total nakedness. That he was also naked only enhanced 
her embarrassment. 

"Lie across my lap, face-down," he told her. He really was some kind of a 
nut. Just what did he intend doing now? Dear God, was there no escape from 
this insanity?" 

"Look, bitch," he snapped. "I ain't got all day. You do like your told, and 
make me happy, and I'll keep you alive a little longer, knowing I got me a 
plaything down here. Now you do what I say and lie across my lap. And do it 
fast." 

Phyllis walked up to him, climbed up on to the table, and lay belly down 
across his lap, with her rounded asscheeks two quivering moons pointed in 
his direction. His ramrod penis was poking against her lower belly, making 
her quiver as the seepage from the head of his phallus smeared itself on her 
trembling flesh. She felt so mortified with her legs and upper half touching 
the ping pong table while the rest of her was on his scrubby flesh. 

"Stay still," he ordered as she squirmed when his right hand began rubbing 
the rounded cheeks of her buttocks. He was teasing her, lightly fingering 
her vagina from behind, while his hard cock continued stabbing her belly 
from underneath. But all she was able to do was lie there and wait for the 
man to make his next move. 

Gino continued caressing her buttocks and the swollen lips of her vagina for 
a few minutes, enjoying himself immensely, knowing each and every part of 
her. He slid his finger between her juicing cuntlips, and the woman insisted 
she would not permit herself the luxury of enjoying what he was doing. It 
was all wrong, anyway, and it was time for her to take control of herself. 

As she lay there, she felt his body suddenly tense. Just why he had 
tightened up was a mystery to her for all of two seconds. His right hand 
suddenly came smacking down solidly on her naked ass sending waves of 
excruciating pain radiating through her writhingly naked body. 

Phyllis opened her mouth to scream, but before she was able to do so, 
another blow landed, knocking all the air out of her. A third blow landed, 
and a forth, and her buttocks were on fire, burning, hurting her as he 
continued to spank. He was walloping her tender flesh, hitting her harder 
with each slap of his hand, making her bare buttocks more and more tender 
from all the wickedly stinging blows. 

From above, Gino stared down at her, watching the telling effect of his 
open-handed wallops as they continued raining down on her squirmingly 
defenseless buttocks. All the man's hungry frustrations were being taken out 
on the round cheeks of her ass as he continued hitting her. The power of his 
spanking was becoming too much for Phyllis. Her buttocks were already 
becoming numb. 

She began crying again, trying to keep herself from wailing out loud, 
sniffling, writhing against the hardness of his cock as the beatings became 
more and more intense. Her initial feelings of humiliation and embarrassment 
had been replaced by a combination of sorrow and anger because of the 
vibrant pain shooting through her gluteal cheeks. 

Gino was aroused and inflamed by the delightful sight of Phyllis's nakedly 
round asscheeks as they turned a brighter and brighter red from the powerful 
blows he was applying to them. He began losing all control as he saw weals 
open up into narrow cuts. Hell! If she had been all his,"he'd have gone on 
hitting her until her asscheeks were a mass of bloody flesh. As it was, the 
tiny cuts were bleeding a little, and the sight enhanced his own sadistic 
urges. 

His ears were completely closed to the pleas that were coming between her 
sobs as she gasped and cried, feeling more and more agony. He continued 
hitting her behind until his hand , finally tired. Then, and only then, did 
he roll her off his lap, letting her fall to the tiled floor. 

Phyllis, lying there, was completely puzzled but relieved he was no longer 
hitting her. She only hoped he wouldn't get it into his head to start 
kicking her. 

"Get on your feet, you cunt," he snapped at her. 

She hurried to obey, but as she moved, trying to straighten up, she felt 
burning waves of intense pain shooting through her tremblingly naked body. 
Her buttocks were sore, and she knew it would be some time before she'd be 
able to sit in comfort. Totally naked, she stood before the tormenting Gino, 
who was still seated on the ping pong table with his legs dangling down, and 
his cock standing up. 

"Walk around a little," he ordered. "I wanna see those ripe, red asscheeks 
of yours shake a little. 

Deathly afraid of antagonizing the mental midget, she began walking back and 
forth before him. Soon he had her walking toward him, then away from him, 
his eyes hungrily staring at every last inch of her shuddering body. He 
looked at the tightness of her rounded hips, and the jelly like shaking of 
her buttocks made him salivate all the more hungrily. 

"Come here," Gino ordered. 

Phyllis walked up to him and he reached out and grabbed her breasts. 
Gripping her by the full mammaries, he tugged her toward him, rubbing his 
thumbs over her nipples, squeezing the fullness of each teat. He leaned down 
and sucked her right nipple into his mouth, slavering all over it, leaving 
all kinds of salivary residue on her breast. Then he moved his mouth to her 
left breast and repeated what he had done to her right one. He hefted them, 
squeezed them, pulled them, and all but tore them from her body as he 
continued manipulating and playing with them. 

"Yeah, you're really built," he growled, biting her left nipple so hard his 
teeth barely avoided breaking the skin and drawing blood. "You got one 
helluva pair of knockers. I can't remember when I've enjoyed a pair of tits 
more." 

Phyllis, though terrified of the man, and angered at the way in which he was 
manhandling her, enjoyed compliments, even from a halfwit like Gino. She had 
always been proud of her breasts, enjoying the way men looked at them even 
if she never permitted them to touch her. Even though she was ashamed of her 
nakedness, and humiliated that she had to be subservient and do all these 
terribly obscene and horrible things, it pleased her, inwardly, to know her 
breasts were being admired. 

As Gino watched, his hand gripped his hard cock, massaging it a little, 
drawing Phyllis's eyes to the rampant organ. It had a bright red tip, just 
like Vinnie's, but the shank was much whiter, as if the outer layer of skin 
was continually being rubbed off... by hand. 

"Take a good look at his, cockteaser," Gino snapped. "It's hot and hard like 
this because of you. So it figures you'll have to be the one to take care of 
it." 

Phyllis turned pale as the full implication of what Gino was talking about 
reached her. Like the others, he was going to use it on her. 

"Shall I lie down on the sofa-bed?" She asked. 

"Hah! You gotta be kidding. You ain't gonna lie down nowhere." 

"What do you mean?" she asked, warily. 

"I mean it'd be more'n a little difficult for you to take the swelling out 
of this cock flat on your back or your belly." 

"But I thought... I mean, you said .. ."I said I wanted you to take care of 
my prick. But your memory seems very poor. Remember what part of your body I 
claimed would lose it's virginity?" 

"Wh . .. what do you mean?" she gasped. 

"I mean, you're gonna suck my cock, baby." 

Fear made her complexion turn white. Yes, he had mentioned something like 
that before, but she hadn't feally believed he was serious. No man in his 
right mind would force a woman to do a horribly disgusting thing like that. 
Uuuuuggggghhhhhh!!! The mere mention of such a horrendous deed like that was 
enough to turn her stomach. No! He had to be cruelly tormenting her. He 
didn't really mean he'd make her put that. . . yuuuccchhhhh . . .-thing in 
her mouth. 

"Please don't say things like that, even if you are kidding," she begged. 

"I'm not kidding," Gino told her. "I told you exactly what I want. You get 
down on your knees over here, right in front of me, and you suck my cock 
until I blow my load down your throat. And baby, you'll swallow every last 
little bit of sperm or I'll kick your pretty teeth in." 

"My God!" she gasped, totally aghast, realizing he was deadly serious. "Why? 
For God's sake, why? Do you hate me that much?" 

"What the fuck has hate got to do with it? Shit! You're acting as if you've 
never heard of blowjobs. Come on, baby, giving head is every day practice 
for a lotta chicks. It's time you learned all about it. Now, do you do it, 
or do I beat the shit outta you?" 

"I'll do it," Phyllis replied, totally resigned, realizing as disgusting as 
it was, it was better than being physically abused and beaten. 

Gino remained where he was, seated on the ping pong table, his throbbing 
cock bobbing in the air before him as she came close. She had taken a small 
cushion from the still open sofa-bed, and she put it on the floor so when 
she sank to her knees the floor didn't hurt her kneecaps. 

Gino smiled, then reached forward and grabbed her short, black hair in a 
tight fist, wrenching her face into position before him. He was going to 
love watching this pure innocent swallow his cock. 

The rough handling once again brought tears to the young woman's eyes. She 
seemed to be constantly crying around this man, which made her feel even 
more ashamed of herself. But Gino was totally oblivious to her pain. The 
change in posture, pressing her buttocks against her heels as she kneeled, 
brought back floods of agonizing pain from her ravaged and beaten buttocks. 
Each individual skin cell seemed to be sending a signal of tortured and 
excruciating discomfort to her mind. She lowered her head and sobbed again 
and again. The hand- holding her hair tightened its grip, pulling, and more 
waves of pure, unadulterated agony shot through her beaten, tormented body. 
As her head was jerked upward, his free hand stretched under her chin, using 
his thumb on one side and his fingers on the other to press on her jaw 
hinges. The pain was unberable, and Phyllis found herself forced to open her 
mouth. 

She stared at the massive penis as it came closer and closer, as if in slow 
motion. She wanted to stave off this horror as long as possible, but there 
was no way. The penis continued drawing ever closer, and before she was able 
to even gurgle something, she felt the huge roll of fleshy masculine meat 
push into her mouth, ramming right against her throat. The gigantic organ 
was crammed in, stuffing up every little bit of space in her narrow mouth. 
It was a sensation to which she was not used, and she gagged. 

No\ she thought to herself. / can't do this disgusting thing. I have to get 
away. If I'm going to keep my sanity, I have to stop this, nowl 

She was gagging and choking again, but Gino's fingers tightened in her hair, 
and she knew if she struggled any longer, the pain would not only be 
greater, but she would end up doing it anyway, and she'd lose half her hair. 
Whether she liked it or not, she'd have to see this horrible happening 
through to the end. 

"Okay, you cockteasing cunt," Gino laughed. "We're gonna change your name 
from cockteaser to cocksucker. So, let's make that name a reality you sweet 
little pussy. Start sucking my cock and by God, you'd better really suck. 
Don't make me push it in and out of your mouth, 'cause if I do, I'll 
strangle you with it. Suck me off, you cunt." 

To Phyllis, this was the vilest, most abhorrent thing, yet. It would take a 
sick mind like Gino's to come up with something like this. She panicked as 
she worried about the right way to please the man. This was the lowest thing 
a man did to a woman. 

Her lips tightened around the pole of flesh, fearful of what he would do if 
she didn't comply. Her lips pulled, and her tongue pressed itself against 
the underside as she sucked, strongly. 

Gino kept a tight grip on her hair, pulling her face back and forth until 
she understood and began moving her head back and forth by herself, forcing 
the stiff shaft to be tightly squeezed between her suckingly pursed lips. 
Now she began moving her tongue from side to side against the penile 
underside, and much as she wanted to feel disgusted about what she was 
doing, she realized, as the moments passed, that she was Starting to feel 
all kinds of tingles in her own throat. Orgasmic chills began flying through 
her body, and Phyllis realized her inner physical self was responding to all 
this in a way entirely different than she had expected. Disgusting as it 
was, she actually liked it. 

Her mouth gripped the throbbing length of masculine stiffness savoring the 
thrilling taste of his maleness. The oil seeping from the tip in his glans 
was coating her tongue and the sides of her mouth, and the more of the fluid 
she tasted, the more she wanted. Little by little she realized that the 
lubriciousness seeping from his cock had an addictive effect on her. It was 
slowly but surely dominating her mind, making her forget how awful all this 
was, building a need in her to continue sucking and slurping. 

No, damn it! No! She would not permit her physical self to betray her mind 
again. The brain was the most powerful part of the human body. It controlled 
everything. Maybe she was being forced to do this awful sucking, but she 
would not permit herself to like it. And yet, the contrasts between his 
glans and his shank as they played against her tongue continued inwardly 
arousing her. Her oral organ explored the entire length of his throbbing 
shaft, tasting the rubbery smoothness of his three-quarter inch helmet, 
feeling the way it flared out all the way around the entire breadth of the 
penis. On the underside it all came together in a knot. One would expect the 
rest of the penis to be slightly thinner than the glans, but as her mouth 
traveled the length of the pole, Phyllis realized it became thicker and 
thicker as her face came closer to his stiff pelvic hair. Her tongue sensed 
every winding vein that encircled the throbbing organ. 

Without realizing it, she found herself exploring the entire length of his 
cock with her tongue the way a child would savor a candy cane. The analogy 
seeped into her mind, wiping out the disgust she was constantly trying to 
feel, and she was almost amused at the comparison. She was licking at a 
flesh cane, and though it didn't curve, it was every bit as tasty as any 
candy she had ever enjoyed. 

God! She had to be as mentally sick as Gino. Here she was, performing a 
stomach-turning effort, and she was enjoying it. God! What was the matter 
with her? Why was she enjoying this? What reason was there for her feeling 
wild thrills permeate her body as her mouth continued to wildly suck? 

Gino was unable to remain still. His body was hunching back and forth, 
ramming as much of his turgid meat into her sucking mouth as would fit. The 
pressure of her lips was driving him wild. Gino had been blown only once 
before, and then it was by a pro who didn't particularly relish her 
occupation. She had made it short and quick for him, bringing him off before 
he'd been truly able to enjoy the pressures of her mouth. 

Well with this twat it was different. He was fucking her entire mouth, 
shoving almost all of his cock inside. Hell! If he was only able to open her 
esophagus a little, he'd be able to get the last little bit of his cock 
inside, and that would really be great. 

Phyllis reached up to grab hold of that part of his throbbing penis not yet 
inside her sucking mouth. She made certain it was as wet as the rest of his 
cock by rubbing saliva on it with her hand, her softly slim fingers 
delicately stroking the wetly slick organ. She realized that more than half 
the fluid coating his penis was her own saliva. The rest was his own inner 
lubrication. God, but he leaked a lot of the oily stuff. 

Gino's fingers no longer gripped her hair. Now the two palms of his hands 
rested almost gently on either side of her pretty face, caressing her 
cheeks, yet making sure he had complete control over her mouth. He didn't 
want her to stop sucking all of a sudden. Yes, the grip his palms had on the 
sides of her face was enough to insure her wonderful mouth would not 
suddenly release his stiffly throbbing prick. 

Without realizing it, Phyllis's mouth settled into an easy pattern of 
sucking as she licked with her tongue, gently handling most of Gino's 
pulsating organ. Each time it pushed into her mouth as she thrust her head 
forward, she felt the urge to allow his glans to penetrate her gullet, but 
she was still afraid of strangling, and if Gino really liked the feeling, 
he'd hold her face tight against his groin while his pulsating cock 
literally choked her to death. One of her hands slid lower and her fingers 
gently brushed against the hairy pouch containing his heavy balls. 

Gino gasped with delight, shuddering, letting her know that her touching him 
there was a true source of delight to him. So she began regularly cupping 
the flesh pellets in her dainty palm as she continued stroking the wrinkled 
flesh. 

"Hey, yeah," Gino gasped. "Baby, you got the beat. Just keep that sweet 
mouth of yours moving. Pull, honey, keep on sucking. Christ! You're a 
natural cocksucker. Thatta way, you cunt, yeah." 

Though she ought to have been disgusted, Phyllis was thrilled by Gino's 
reaction to what her mouth was doing. Until ten minutes ago, she had never 
even realized women did things like this with men. And knowing about it, and 
being revolted by it, she was thrilled to discover she was doing it better 
than most girls... or so she believed from the way Gino was gasping. In a 
way, she had wrested control from him. Her mouth on his cock had brought the 
man under her control. To a limited extent, she knew she'd be able to make 
Gino do anything she wanted, and this was what would keep her alive more 
than anything else, because Gino was the kind of low grade moron who would 
kill anyone harming his fellatrice. And as of now he would certainly" regard 
her as his private . . . what did he-call it. . . bio wjob artist? Her 
constant devotion to his horn of cock had him transported to a world of 
rapturous paradise. 

As ridiculous as it sounded, Phyllis was proud of this loathsome 
accomplishment. This was her first attempt, and yet the man was letting her 
know she was terrific, doing a wonderful job. This made her redouble her 
efforts, and she began sucking harder and harder, pulling with her taut 
lips, making them shape themselves to the cylinder around which they were 
sucking. 

More of the wonderful colorless fluid was rapidly seeping from the tiny slit 
in the head of his throbbing cock, and she had to admit she liked the taste 
of it as it coated her entire mouth before running down her throat. It was a 
very viscous flow, and there were times when she imagined it tasting salty, 
while at other times her mind pictured it tasting sweet. 

Phyllis felt her jaws aching from the effort to merely keep them apart, 
encircling the huge penis, but she loved what she was doing and so endured 
the discomfort. Gino's hands no longer touched her face, but gripped the 
edge of the ping pong table as he slid off to stand where he was and pump 
insanely. His hips moved as if on swivels, but Phyllis sensed he was fast 
tiring, and his penis was nowhere near the blastoff point. 

"My God!" he gasped. "I can't stand this much longer. If I don't come I 
swear I'll tear your fucking hair out." 

Sliding her mouth from the length of his cock, with her hand still cupping 
the weight of his balls, she looked up at him and sweetly said, "Why don't 
you lie down and let me do the work, Gino?" 

Like a dark angel from hell she suddenly rose to her feet, her mouth wide 
open, still dripping the secretions of lubricant deposited there by his 
cock. She kissed him heartily, plunging her tongue into his mouth, forcing 
him back until he fell on the ping pong table, his head hitting the wooden 
table-top. 

Phyllis was unable to understand what had taken hold of her. She should be 
shrinking from anything" like this. Instead, she was not only willingly 
doing it, but she was taking the lead, revealing to both, Gino and herself, 
her desire to suck his cock. She had to be insane, but nothing in the world 
was going to stop her from doing it now that she had started. She was as 
hungry for his cock as a vampire was for blood. 

Opening her mouth as wide as possible, she shaped it to the rounded pole of 
cylindrical flesh, then moved her head down swiftly, sucking the erect organ 
into her mouth. This time there was no little bit of cock left outside. Her 
mouth went down and down and down, the head of his throbbing prick sinking 
almost easily into her gullet, massaging tingling nerveendings hidden in 
there, enhancing the thrills even more for her. She choked as the entire 
length and breadth of the fat penis stuffed and filled every particle of 
space in her mouth and throat. She was grateful it wasn't 

Vinnie's cock, knowing there was every possibility of her dying of 
strangulation had she engulfed that particularly massive thickness. This 
penis was broad enough. 

The look of surprise on Gino's face changed to one of total and sheer 
pleasure as he stared down, watching the girlish woman with her childish 
face fill her narrow mouth with the thickness of his throbbing phallus. 
Christ! Christ! Christ! This was the first cunt he had ever known who 
willingly took his cock into her mouth. Shit! To think he had actually 
thought about killing her. Damn! He'd kill the first person who tried 
hurting this cunt. 

That glorious mouth of hers was his, and he intended fully enjoying it. 

Looking down at her, he felt like a ruler of some kingdom who was being duly 
serviced by the wonderful mouth of a loyal subject. Christ! If these had 
been other times and other circumstances, he would have taken her to all his 
one-time friends, introducing her as the girl who willingly sucked his cock, 
and his alone. 

Phyllis had crawled up onto the table, positioning herself on her knees 
between his legs. Her head bobbed wildly up and down as she continuously 
sucked his throbbing penis. Deep down inside her, her conscience continued 
stabbing and berating her for doing this, but her body refused to listen. 
All she cared about was the hard cock on which she was anxiously sucking. 
The way it moved through her pharynx, touching and stimulating heretofore 
untouched nerves made her shudder with passion as she realized her own body 
was receiving as much from this stimulation as Gino's. 

Completely overpowered for the moment, Gino raised himself on his elbows and 
watched his throbbing cock completely disappear between the woman's lips. 
And each time her lips pressed against the base of his penis, he felt a 
tightening around his throbbing phallic tip, which let him know it was being 
squeezed into the brunette's crushing throat. What thrilled him as much as 
seeing his pulsing prick disappear into the girl's mouth was watching it 
reappear all covered with her wet saliva. He loved watching it go in and out 
with such total rhythm and regularity. The visual titillation was enhancing 
the level of the man's lust to even greater heights than he'd imagined. He 
felt his balls swelling in the tightening sac that was drawing up between 
his thighs, and the aching fullness let him realize just how long it had 
been since he had climaxed. 

Using one arm to balance himself, he tried sitting up and reaching forward 
with the other arm. His fingers barely reached the top of her dark head. 
With an effort, he propped his upper body even higher, reaching even farther 
forward. 

This time he was successful, not grabbing her head, but actually gripping 
one of her dangling breasts with his outstretched hand. His fingers ran over 
the bloated flesh, finding and pulling her tender nipple. 

Phyllis felt the aching lips of her vagina start pouting and swelling from 
the sensations her body was enjoying. The inner chamber of her vagina was 
wetting itself down, and her outer lips were swelling with more and more 
lust. As Gino's fingers pulled on her nipple repeatedly, her vaginal 
interior became flooded with her own lubricant. Good God! In the first 
twenty-five years of her life she had never once had this kind of feeling 
with this kind of lubricious flow. Now, all of a sudden, three times in one 
day . . . her vagina . . . her cunt as Gino called it, was an ocean of oily 
fluid. 

She sucked the entire length of cock into her mouth, then let it all out, 
painting the pole of prick with her tongue, lapping and licking, slurping up 
to the top in time to catch a new flow of drops, snapping them into her 
mouth and drinking it all down. 

Phyllis's hands began smoothly stroking and caressing the man's inner 
thighs, feeling Gino hump his body up and down each time her fingers teased 
his tight testicles. After awhile, one hand continued running up and down 
his inner thighs, while her other hand caressed and rubbed his testicles. 
She gently touched the hairy sac containing his manhood, her slender fingers 
continually stroking the wrinkled skin. 

Moans coming from the depths of Gino's throat made Phyllis realize how 
perilously close he was coming to reaching his orgasm. To think her mouth 
was able to do this to the man. And at the same time she felt pulsations in 
her own vagina, letting her know how close she was to a climax of her own, 
in the depths of her body, brought on by the constant massaging of nerves in 
her throat caused by the movement of his throbbing penis. 

Phyllis vigorously renewed her fellatio, feeling the stiff cock swell and 
enlarge even more until it was so thick she was unable to move it in her 
mouth. The pressure against her own inner nerve-endings was intensified, and 
she came, shooting her hot fluid all over the ping pong table, feeling it 
gush from between her thighs as she gasped, "UUUUURRRRRKKKKKKK . . . 
GGGGGAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHCCCCC HHHHHAAAAACCCCCK-KKKKUUUGGGHHH . . ." 

Gino was no longer able to support himself on his elbow, and fell back, 
collapsing as he concentrated on the sensation of Phyllis's tongue massaging 
the underside of his cock as her head bobbed in short, quick nods. He felt 
as if , he was drifting higher than he'd ever gone, either on booze or 
grass. 

And then the rumbling in his balls began, making him wildly bounce and 
shudder. Phyllis lapped and sucked, in the shuddering throes of her own 
climax, bent as she was proving she was paying homage to the cock that now 
totally dominated her. Not that this one cock was her master. All penises 
ruled her, though she would shortly again be ashamed to admit it. She sucked 
all the more strongly, her jaws pained and aching from her efforts, urging 
the semen in his testicles to rise, rise, rise. And then there was that 
insane ruminating throughout Gino's entire self. 

Committed to her course of action, once again redoubling her oral efforts on 
the manjs. throbbing penis, she sucked even harder, and Gino gripped his own 
hair, ready to tear it out of his head. 

"Suck it, you wonderful, bitchy cunt," he gasped. "Oh God! Suck . . . suck . 
. . suck . . ." 

His words, hurled into the ears of the cocksucking woman merely aroused and 
inflamed her all the more, enhancing her orgasm that much more as she sucked 
the stiff prick, pulling harder on it with her tugging lips and licking 
tongue. God! It tasted so good. 

"Don't stop ... don't stop . . ." he begged. "I'm... "uhhhhh. . . going to 
come... oh yeaghhhh . . . I'm . . . uhhh . . . gonna come in that wonderful 
hot hole of your mouth you cocksucking cunt." 

Phyllis was totally unprepared for his orgasm. She knew he'd be shooting, 
but had no idea what to expect, and when the flow finally did spurt, it hit 
the back of her throat, catching her completely off-guard. 

"EEEEEYYYYAAAAGGGGGHHHHH.. . GGGGGAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH .. . AAAAA .. . 

YYYYYAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH . . . I-I-I-I-I-I-I'MMMMMMMMM ... . 
HHHHHAAANNNGGGGGGHHHHH . . . 

C-O-O-O-O-O-MMMMMIIIIINN-NNNGGGGGUUUUUHHHHH__" 

The slit in the tip of his expanding prick enlarged as the heatedly white 
sperm came jetting out again and again. The fluid came out as if under tons 
of pressure, like oil gushing from a newly discovered well. And the girl 
sucked, taking it all into her throat, drinking it down as her lips worked 
hard to keep any of it from dripping down his phallic spire onto his groin. 

But it was an unequal contest, this time. Her tiny mouth and narrow throat 
were no match for the tremendous supply of sperm blasting from the man's 
balls into his cock, and into her sucking mouth. The white spume dripped 
from the corners of her mouth as she sucked wildly, swallowing, drinking, 
pulling down what felt like a full pint of the heavy fluid. And still there 
was more. She drank and sucked and pulled, letting the heated warmth form a 
large pool in her waiting belly as she realized the scent and taste of it 
had totally overpowered her. 

His cock shrank rapidly after that. She sucked until it was less than an 
inch long, and then her long tongue licked his balls and his thighs, lapping 
up the droplets that had fallen all over him. Her own body had enjoyed yet 
another convulsive climax. 

When it was all over, Gino barely managed to dress, afterwhich he dragged 
himself up the flight of stairs, leaving Phyllis alone in the basement. 

 Chapter Five 

It was almost midnight, and Phyllis, dressed again in the summer 
off-the-shoulder blouse and pink skirt she had found, had her shoes and 
socks on. She was filled with bitter remorse, angry at herself for having 
yielded to such base inner feelings. The only way for her to escape from all 
this was to find a way to get away from the three men. 

At one point, Sal Vito came down the stairs, and she was afraid that he was 
going to insist on using her body, but Vito was too tired out from his 
earlier experience with her. He insisted she strip down, and he took all the 
clothing upstairs, including the costumes in the closet. He wanted to make 
sure Phyllis didn't try anything. 

Once Vito was gone, the naked girl took the butter knife she had found in 
the downstairs kitchen, and she used it to force open the door in the middle 
of the room. Light from the room shone into the dark area, and Phyllis 
realized she was in a kind of storeroom. And at the far end of the storeroom 
where it touched an outside wall, she saw a wooden set of doors in the 
ceiling that opened upward. This was her chance. 

There was absolutely nothing she could find to use to cover her nakedness, 
and so she decided she'd rather risk being seen naked, than remain. The 
latch on the wooden doors opened easily enough, and. when she pushed them 
open, they opened silently, as if the hinges had been oiled the previous 
autumn, before the family that lived there had gone. She climbed the steps 
leading into the outer yard, noting the entire upstairs was dark. Staying 
close to the ring of outer hedges, she made her way to the gap in them, and 
began walking along the dirt road. She had no idea where she was headed, but 
she did know she intended being a long way away from that place the 
following morning, when the bank robbers came looking for her. 

The dirt road hurt her sensitive feet, but she kept on walking, not daring 
to stop. The half moon was high in the sky, and it lit her way. Luckily it 
was a warm night. She hurried as fast as possible, walking for hours. She 
saw no cars and no sign of lived-in houses. 

Four hours passed and she became very tired. She wanted to find a place to 
sleep, but didn't dare. Dawn would be coming up shortly. She had to hurry. 
And that was when she saw the lone car parked on the dirt road. She was 
certain it wasn't any of the three robbers, since they had a van. And as she 
got closer, she saw a man behind the wheel. 

He was napping. 

Walking up to the car, she knocked on the window. At first, the man didn't 
hear her, so she knocked louder. He was a short, dark man with black hair 
and a straight nose. He had a small slash for a mouth, and when he opened 
his eyes, Phyllis saw how closely set together they were. . 

He stared at her, at first unable to believe what he was seeing. What, he 
wondered, was a totally naked girl doing here, alone at this time of the 
morning? 

Phyllis begged him to lower the window. He opened it a crack, and asked, 
"What do you want?" 

"Please, mister," Phyllis said to him. "I was kidnapped by three men, 
yesterday, while working in a bank. Please, I just got away from them. They 
did horrible things to me. Take me to a police station." 

"Get in," the man said, unlocking the door on the passenger side of the car. 
It was a four-door 

Volare. 

Grateful, Phyllis hurried into the car, and for the first time began 
breathing evenly when the man started the car up. 

"The police are a long way away from here," he told her. "And I don't think 
you want to face them like that. If I might make a suggestion, why not let 
me take you to where you can get some clothing, and a good meal, and then 
I'll take you to the police." 

"Oh, anything," Phyllis told him. "Anything, but get me away from here." 

The man drove for the better part of an hour, and Phyllis was so wrought up, 
she stared straight ahead, looking through the windshield. She was grateful 
the man didn't try sneaking looks at her nakedness. She felt embarrassed 
enough as it was. 

The area to which he drove seemed as deserted as the one where the three 
bank robbers had taken her. There were a lot of homes grouped on the street, 
but at that time of the morning no lights were on, creating the appearance 
of being deserted. 

"Come on," the man told her. "I'll give you a dress and some food, then 
we'll call the police and they'll come and get you. Okay?" 

"Mister, that'd be terrific." 

"Just call me Howie," he told her. "That's my name. Howard Brandt. I live 
here." 

"Are you married?" Phyllis asked, as they left the car and hurried to the 
front door of the small ranch-style house. 

"Divorced . .. twice," he told her. "Gee, that's a shame," she said as he 
opened the door and they entered the house. 

He led her to a bedroom and told her there were all kinds of feminine 
clothes in the closets and dresser. The room had once been a storage place 
belonging to one of his wives. She noticed he still didn't stare at her 
nakedness. It was good to be with a man who respected her. Or did he? Was he 
a closet queer to have so many female clothes around the house? There seemed 
to be something wrong with him. He was too quiet. Oh heck! Why should she be 
so suspicious? Here a man does her a favor, and she thinks there's something 
wrong with him. 

Once she was dressed, she found her way to the kitchen, and she saw the man 
was making hot chocolate. He had set out bread and butter. She was thankful 
there was no cheese to remind her of what she had eaten while a prisoner of 
the three bank robbers. He offered her tuna salad, but she thanked him and 
refused, claiming the bread, butter, and hot chocolate was enough. She sat 
at the table, drank some of the hot chocolate, and that was when she began 
dozing off. And then she was completely asleep. 

 Chapter Six 

When she awoke, it was late afternoon. She knew this by the position of the 
sun. She had needed that sleep. As she stretched, she suddenly realized she 
was totally naked again. 

Sitting up, she realized she was locked in the bedroom. The door was tightly 
closed, and when she got out of bed to try arid open it, it wouldn't give. 
And the windows all had wires on the outside, preventing anyone from 
breaking in or out. 

A newspaper had been carefully laid out on the dresser. The headline caught 
her eye immediately. Mountainside Strangler Strikes Again. 

Phyllis read the article in the paper and realized there was a killer loose 
in the area known as the Mountainside Strangler. Most of his victims were 
found, but many weren't. He buried all of them in shallow graves. According 
to the medical examiner, each girl was raped multiple times before she was 
eventually strangled. The various descriptions given by different people who 
thought they had seen the strangler at one time or another all tallied, and 
the description matched that of Howard Brandt. 

Good God! What had she gotten herself into, now? 

The reason for Brandt being on that lonely stretch of road had to be because 
he had just finished burying another victim. And now she was alone with the 
man, in his home. And her having seen him while knowing where he lived meant 
only one thing; he intended eventually killing her, too. According to the 
paper, the Strangler was consistent, spreading his kills over two-week 
periods. So unless he intended immediately killing her and leaving her body 
around the house for two weeks, her only immediate danger was that of rape. 
Phyllis sat alone in the room, realizing he had given her the clothes to 
lull her into a false sense of security while he drugged her. That was why 
she had fallen asleep so quickly. 

She waited for about two hours, and then heard a key turn in the door lock. 
When the door opened, she faced Brandt, who still seemed relatively normal. 

"Why did you do this?" she asked. 

"It's very simple," he replied. "I have fits. I can't control them, and when 
I do, I kill the girl with me. Obviously I didn't dare take you to a police 
station, and since you'd seen my car, possibly getting the license number, I 
certainly didn't dare let you go free." 

"And so you'll kill me just like the others?" she asked, her voice dropping 
almost below audibility. 

"Probably," he nodded. "You see, when I don't have those fits, I can't kill. 
It's not in me. I never really wanted to kill in the first place, but after 
it happened that first time, I just kept on doing it." 

"Why?" Phyllis asked. 

"Perhaps because I feel inadequate as a male. That's why I make the females 
perform all kinds of sexual things with me, too." 

"Are you going to do things like that with me, too?" 

"That's why I'm here, now. Look, I'm not going to kid you. There's only one 
way out of this house, and that's through the front door. I have the only 
key, so I'll tell you the same thing I've told many of the other girls. The 
only way you'll get that key is to sexually wear me out. Now you have about 
two weeks to do just that. Women are supposed to outlast men by about fifty 
to one. So all you have to do is wear me out to the point where I'm so beat, 
I won't be able to stop you when you take the key from on top of the 
dresser." And he took a key from his pocket and put it on the dresser. 

"My God!" Phyllis gasped. "I can't do that. That's shameful." 

"It's the only way you'll get out of here." "How many other girls did you 
tell this to?" 

Phyllis asked. 

"Exactly twenty-three," he replied. "And you outlasted each of them?" "I'm 
extremely virile, even though I'm only five-feet-five inches tall." 

"And I'll bet all those other girls tried just about anything and 
everything." "They did," Brandt nodded. "Well I won't do it," Phyllis 
insisted. "It's wrong. I won't use my body." 

"Even if you don't try to wear me down, I'm going to fuck you," Brandt 
insisted. 

"Please," Phyllis said to him. "I've been through so much hell. Must you 
become a part of it?" 

"You have a very clean pussy," Brandt told her. "I sniffed it when I 
undressed you. Habit of mine, sniffing pussies. Let's me know just about how 
often and how long I can use them. I'll tell you this much. Yours smelled so 
nice, it might be enough to keep me from going bananas in two weeks, when 
the moon is half full. It always happens to me during the half full moon, 
when the half moon is either ascending or descending. 

Every two weeks, though once, and once only, I was so hot for a girl's cunt, 
I kept my sanity an extra two weeks. Funny, she was the only one who didn't 
try using her cunt to wear me out. I had to force her every time. And I 
probably fucked her more than two or three of the others put together" 

"Since you're intent on eventually killing me," Phyllis told him, "I see no 
reason for me to be cooperative." 

Brandt didn't argue with her. He walked over to where she was standing, and 
before she realized it, he had looped a cord around her wrists, tying them 
in front of her. Then he made her walk over to one of the two closets in the 
room. This one was empty, except for the long bar on which hangers were 
hung. Only it was a good seven feet off the floor. There was a footstool in 
the closet, and Brandt made her stand on it, standing on it himself, while 
he tied her wrists to the bar. Then he stepped down off the stool, and 
kicked it out from under her so she hung suspended by her bound wrists, her 
feet slightly more than an inch off the floor. 

"Excellent," Brandt nodded. 

Phyllis twisted, first one way, than another. 

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

"You'll see," he told her, and he removed a wide, flat belt from around his 
waist. 

"Oh God, no!" she pleaded. "Don't hit me. Oh please don't hit me. I've been 
hurt so much, already." 

"You don't understand," Brandt told her. "I enjoy hitting helpless women. It 
arouses me and makes me lustful." 

As he spoke to her he stripped down, and she saw his penis was dangling 
flaccidly between his thighs. From what she saw, it was large considering 
how short the man was. 

"Don't make me bleed," she begged. "It hurts so much." jgjj 

Brandt didn't reply. He folded the belt, making a loop of it, then brought 
his arm back and whacked her buttocks as her back spun to face him. 

"Eeeeeyyyyyiiiiiil" Phyllis shouted, feeling the searing agony tear through 
her flesh. 

Brandt brought his arm back again, and this time the flat belt swatted her 
flat tummy, making her screech again. Each time he hit her she yelled, and 
each time he made sure the belt landed somewhere else, hitting one breast, 
then another, then hitting her left lower thigh, her right upper back, and 
each time his penis seemed to stiffen a bit more. 

"My God!" she gasped, "how can you do this to me? I never did anything to 
hurt you." 

"You didn't," he admitted, "but another female did. She's the first woman I 
ever killed. My second wife. And I guess I'm killing her again and again and 
again. Each time I whip a female I'm whipping Marilyn .. . that was her 
name. I beat her over and over, and I get so much pleasure from it, I become 
erect, and then I can fuck her, by fucking you. You see, Marilyn was very, 
very straitlaced. She only dug the missionary style, so I had to fuck her in 
every hole. You know, I even fucked her after I killed her, but it wasn't 
much fun. That's why I had to go and find another Marilyn, and another, and 
another. She comes back to life for me each time, just as she's returning to 
life in your body. Do you understand?" 

Phyllis understood, all right. The man was a complete whacko. There was 
nothing, absolutely nothing she'd be able to do or say to stop him. 
Outfucking him would be impossible. Raging maniacs were known for fits of 
priapism, and his penis would either remain permanently hard, or would 
harden every time he beat her. Her one hope was to stay alive and outhink 
him. 

Whack! The belt came down on her again, and searing agony burned through 
her. Yet he didn't break her skin. She didn't bleed at all. But the pain was 
unbearable. The strain on her wrists was starting to tell, too. The cord was 
cutting into her flesh, and it wouldn't be long before her wrists were 
soaked with her own blood. 

"Now," Brandt told her, throwing the belt aside, "you are going to be 
consummately fucked in your cunt from the rear as you dangle there. And 
you'll love every bit of it. I know, because every time I fuck you, Marilyn, 
you do come." 

"I'm not Marilyn," Phyllis gasped. "Please, I'm not Marilyn." 

"What... oh . .. yes ... of course, you aren't Marilyn," he repeated. "To 
me, all women become Marilyn. That's why I eventually kill them. You can 
understand that?" he asked, using the stool to climb up and untie her 
wrists. 

Phyllis understood, all right. She understood he was psychotic, and though 
he claimed he wouldn't kill for at least another two weeks, he just might be 
nutsy enough to kill her if she didn't think her way out. 

He walked over to the bed and sat, staring at her, and said, "Come here, 
Marilyn." 

Here we go with Marilyn again, she thought. "Yes, Howie dear," she replied, 
her voice quavering. 

She was certain all the other girls had continually insisted they weren't 
Marily, too. Perhaps, just perhaps, if she did the opposite, agreeing to be 
Marilyn, and obeying his every whim for a little while, anyway, disgusted as 
she was, she might be able to save her life. The important thing was to make 
him think Marilyn had changed toward him. 

"Spread those luscious legs," he told her, when she stood nakedly in front 
of him. 

Trembling with humiliation, Phyllis did as she was ordered. At this point, 
her mind was almost innured to this, having been through so much. She had 
been certain nothing was worse than the treatment she had received from Gino 
Ballardo, not to mention his brother, and the gangleader, Sal. But it was 
obvious she was wrong. Nothing that happened the previous day compared to 
this evil degradation. This man obviously had such a hate for his dead wife, 
Marilyn, that he treated all new "Marilyns" like the whores he believed his 
wife should have been, at least to him. 

Rudely, Brandt reached up and jabbed two outstretched fingers into her 
narrowly clenched vaginal slit. He drove his fingers straight up so that the 
walls of her tender vaginal interior were aflame, burning with the throbbing 
sharpness of the pain he was inflicting. He jammed his fingers in deeper, 
churning them, rotating them, shoving them into what was a surprisingly wet 
vagina. Phyllis realized she was definitely wet inside, and it occurred to 
her, much as the beating had hurt her, it had caused the juices in her 
teeming pussy to start flowing again. Even so, the pressure of Brandt's 
fingers made her wince with pain. The son of a bitch was hurting her. 

Totally oblivious to Phyllis's feelings, Brandt roughly yanked her toward 
him using his fingers in her lewdly stretched pussy for leverage, yanking 
her closer and closer until her wet vagina was mere inches from his face. 
Tugging his fingers out, he reached farther between her legs, gripping the 
rounded moons of her jiggling buttocks, ramming his face between her thighs, 
letting his tongue leap out to lap at the softly fringed lips of her vagina. 
Not that Phyllis objected to his cunnilingual efforts, but she immediately 
noticed he lacked the natural talent of Vinhie Ballardo. Strange, how the 
thought of comparison ran through her mind at a time like this, when she was 
terrified out of her wits. In addition, her never-ending conscience was once 
again brow-beating her for even thinking of enjoying the pressure of the 
man's small tongue. Though he was far from expert at it, Brandt continued 
deftly working his tongue in and out, letting it lasciviously flick against 
the growing extension of her clitoris. He held her firmly in place as he 
lapped, covering the pink button with great amounts of saliva. 

Phyllis wriggled, ashamed, yet unable to prevent herself from enjoying the 
feeling of his moving tongue. The right or wrong of it was no longer 
important, she insisted to herself. The only thing that really mattered was 
survival. She found herself trembling with unwanted shivers of thrilling 
excitement. Though she subconsciously attempted to obey her conscience by 
ignoring the salacious tremors shooting through her body, feeling them 
radiate outward, she felt herself slowly but surely surrendering to what was 
physically being visited on her. Brandt's hungrily seeking oral organ 
pressed into the soft, fleshy folds of her shivering vagina, awakening her 
clitoris more and more, making it tremble and throb as blood filled it, 
extending it. Involuntarily, her thighs began spasmodically shuddering as 
she fought down moans of sexual hunger beginning to rapidly build in her 
inner self. This whole thing was ridiculously impossible, but it was 
happening. After having been raped by three strange men and trapped by a 
psychotic strangler ... events she was certain ought to have frozen her 
inner sexual responses forever ... she was becoming aroused again. Her body 
was slowly but surely beginning to respond with all ... too ... familiar 
shudders of heatedly hungry lust as the man's flaming tongue burned 
licentiously between her helplessly spread thighs. Burning tears scalded 
their way down her cheeks as she realized her body would always betray her 
from this point on. It was never hers to control again. 

Brandt sensed the mounting excitement in this new "Marilyn," and he 
continued cruelly taunting her body, savoring the delicious humiliation her 
outpouring tears told him she was feeling. Good! Marilyn needed to be 
constantly humiliated. 

"Thatta way," he murmured between slurps. "It's about time you started 
acting like a hot twat for your 'husband.' I hated it when you were a frigid 
bitch. I really hated it. Now, suppose you get that lovely body of yours on 
the bed, face-down, and make sure you wiggle that ass a lot while you lie 
there. Seeing your asscheeks shake really gets me stirred up, Marilyn" 

He rose from the bed, and proceeded to walk to the dresser, nakedly standing 
there with his penis pointed in her direction. God! He had a big cock for 
such a short man. It was bigger than Gino's, it was even bigger than Sal's, 
though not quite as big as Vinnie's. 

"Lie on your back for a minute, with your thighs wide apart, and finger 
yourself," Brandt said to her. "You never did that before, Marilyn. I'd like 
to see it." 

"I can't," Phyllis gasped, realizing his desires were too licentious for 
her. Her conscience had just enough control over her to prevent her from 
deliberately behaving like a whore. God! She had been through so much, 
already. This man was totally inhuman. Her brain was ready to explode with 
all the shame she had been forced to undergo. She began sobbing 
hysterically, her face buried in her cupped hands. 

"Again, Marilyn?" Brandt yelled. "You always back off and cry when I want 
you to do something different. Hey, it was a real miracle you got this far 
without breaking out in tears. I guess this is when the 'fighting back' 
starts, huh, Marilyn? You bitch! You always made me force you to do 
everything. Well, that suits me fine. I'll be more than happy to force you 
again." 

He reached for the belt he had thrown aside, and Phyllis, seeing it, turned 
on her belly just in time to feel the full lashing sting of the belt against 
her asscheeks. 

"Aaaaaaagggg-hhhhhh . . . oooooowwwwwwwww . . ." she screamed, leaping off 
the bed and heading for the dresser, figuring she might grab the key, make 
her way out of the room, and manage to escape from the house. But Brandt was 
much too fast for her. He grabbed her body with the flat of his belt, making 
her shriek with agonized pain. Then, as she realized it was useless for her 
to try escaping, he threw her back on the bed where she rolled herself up 
into a ball. He was on her in an instant, unrolling her as he stared into 
her eyes, the gleam of a total maniac filling his own eyes as he snapped, 
"One more trick like that, Marilyn, and I'll really give you a good reason 
to cry. Now lie down flat and flip over onto your belly." 

Not daring to resist any further, and being totally despondent at this point 
for not even being able to outpsych the man, Phyllis did as she was ordered. 
What the hell did it matter? Unless she was able to dredge up some kind of 
miracle, in two weeks it'd be all over for her. The man would kill her and 
bury her as he buried so many other girls. At this point living seemed 
totally hopeless and useless. Let him have his way. Since she was a dead 
girl anyway, what did it matter how she was shamed and embarrassed. 

"Turn around," Brandt told her, "so you can face the mirror on the dresser. 
Honey, I want you to see it coming." And she turned around, still face-down, 
facing toward the mirror. "Now up on your knees," he snapped. Just like Sal, 
she thought. In the dresser mirror, Phyllis was able to stare at her 
reflection as well as that of Howard Brandt. She saw the madman reach down 
and tightly grip the softly pliant flesh of her tender hips. He pulled them 
upward until he had her balanced on all fours the way he wanted her, with 
the white cheeks of her buttocks, reddened a bit by his belt, waving lewdly 
from side to side like some kind of banner. 

In spite of his insanity, or perhaps because of it, Howard Brandt's eyes 
roamed wildly over the young woman's beaten body, enjoying the contrasts in 
her flesh, where his most recent belt marks were a bright red, and previous 
belt marks were a fading pink, and the few areas where his belt hadn't 
touched were still ivory white. The sight of her dangling breasts made him 
feel even hotter. God! He really wanted to fuck this one. But she had to be 
punished a bit more for her insubordination. And she deserved every bit of 
it, the bitch. 

Getting onto the bed, moving on his knees, he went behind her, forcing her 
lush, shapely thighs even farther apart. Her head was down, her short hair 
dangling on either side of her pretty face. The insane man grabbed a handful 
of her dark hair and yanked -her head up roughly, forcing her to confront 
her image in the mirror across the room. 

"I said I wanted you to look at yourself, Marilyn," he snapped. "Now get a 
good, long look." 

Still holding her hair tightly he used the fingers of his other hand to 
caress her rounded buttocks, sliding them into the tightly quivering crack 
between them. He probed until his finger found the tightly puckered hole of 
her clenched anus. Only once had a finger entered her there, massaging her 
back tunnel until it had slipped in. It had been Vinnie's finger. Now, 
Brandt didn't bother massaging or enlarging or working her anal opening 
until it was widely stretched. He pressed the tip of his forefinger solidly 
against it, rotating it until the tight clench of her sphincter finally 
began giving way. And little by little his finger began worming its way into 
her. Phyllis flinched, gasping, as the man's lewdly driving finger pushed 
farther and farther into her rear tunnel..She was dry inside, but that 
didn't stop Brandt. He simply kept pushing and pushing and pushing. Phyllis 
tried squirming away from the impressing finger, but Brandt's grip on her 
short hair was so tight that any additional movement on her part threatened 
to have it out by the roots. She had no choice. She had to agonizingly 
endure the driving attack of his finger into her rectum, and her entire body 
now seemed to be a single conglomeration of tortured shame and painful 
humiliation. 

Brandt continued driving his index finger into the tight tunnel of her 
narrow rectum, and it reflexively squeezed itself tightly around his driving 
finger. He remained oblivious to her grimaces and gasps of sudden pain. He 
twisted his finger inside her a little so he was able to use his middle 
finger against the wide-open split of her tender vagina. He reached lower 
and lower, finally finding and massaging her extended clitoris, making the 
aching bud swell even more. Still gripping her short hair with the one hand, 
he began moving his two fingering probes deftly back and forth, the one 
finger driving in and out of her rectum, while the other finger continually 
massaged her wet slit and rubbing her tender clitoris. He might not have the 
natural expertise Vinnie had shown, but he seemed to know what he was doing. 
Warm rivulets of heated oil flowed from her vagina, and though most of it 
dripped down between her thighs, some little of it managed to surround the 
last digit of his forefinger, and as he slid it into her ass again and 
again, it began moistening the tender tunnel. Her vaginal interior began 
involuntarily contracting and expanding, acting as if her vagina had a will 
of its own. 

Phyllis's pelvic muscles lurched insanely as heated sensations of constantly 
renewed lust and delight began surging through her entire body. 

"Hhhhuuuunnnggghhh!" she gasped, almost choking on her own saliva as 
Brandt's salaciously questing fingers continued twisting, massaging, and 
stroking her unbearably sensitive flesh as his other finger continued 
sinking deeper and deeper into her tightly clenching bowel. The maddening 
mixture of his moving fingers was doing its work, and she was responding 
just as she had to Sal, Vinnie, and Gino. Despite the shameful posture she 
was assuming, with her licentiously upthrust asscheeks waving defenselessly 
in the air as Brandt gripped her hair, forcing her head farther and farther 
back, forcing her to watch the lewd display of her body in the mirror 
attached to the dresser. She once again found herself unable to fight down 
the licentious delight surging through her tender body, causing her to flush 
with heatedly quaking pleasure. 

"Uuuuuuunnnnnhhhhh!" she gasped again, and without realizing it she pressed 
her buttocks back against the probe of his rigidly erect forefinger, now 
feeling wild thrills as it pumped into her rectum as far as it was able to 
go. 

Sensing the woman's mounting responses, some of Brandt's insane anger 
lessened, replaced by fascination that she was behaving properly as a result 
of what he was doing. His inner madness was at its lowest level since he had 
just strangled "Marilyn" again the previous night. He was relaxing, starting 
to enjoy the naked lust with which she was starting to respond. Every now 
and again he realized it was not his dead wife with whom he was playing, but 
the strange, naked girl he had picked up the previous night... or was it 
earlier that morning. That she wasn't Marilyn didn't deter him. Even in his 
most lucid moments he knew he'd eventually go mad and kill this one, as he 
had killed all the others, so he was determined to enjoy her body to the 
utmost. And then his mind would slip back into insanity, and he would speak 
to her as if she were his dead wife. "Maybe I should've done this a long 
time ago, Marilyn," he gasped, enjoying the feeling of her struggles as they 
dissolved into writhing sexual desire. "Yes, I should have pulled you down 
from that damn pedestal on which I'd put you and ground you into the dirt as 
you deserved. And each time you gave me the excuse of a headache, I should 
have given you a real headache by slapping you silly. After awhile you might 
have really come around." 

Phyllis's only response was to groan and sigh with incoherent mumbling, 
feeling ripples of delightful pleasure, created by Brandt's still actively 
probing fingers, as they moved and charged and surged through the private, 
hidden parts of her body. 

The mere sight of her, helplessly shivering with a combination of lust and 
pain acted on the man's sanity and consciousness like an aphrodisiac. 
Whether the cunt liked it or not, she was his for as long as it pleased him, 
to do with as he wished, and the very idea made his entire body feel alive 
and throbbing with salaciously masculine urge to totally dominate. As with 
all the other females he had controlled, he began enjoying the sadistic 
power he had over this one. His own second wife had been the domineering 
one, at least until the last two weeks of her life, when he had taken over, 
eventually killing her. Now he was dominating the woman again. His mind saw 
her strictly as his wife, voluptuous, big-breasted, swollen-hipped, and most 
definitely fuckable. And she was so deliciously and lasciviously splayed 
before him, he was really going to enjoy giving it to her. She might have 
been a stranger, but the fact was, in his own mind she was his frigid bitchy 
wife, and this enhanced the feeling for him all the more, building the 
macabre sensations to a new pitch, his belief in his justifiable anger 
spurring him on, providing more fuel for the fire of his insane lust. 

"You always were a snotty bitch, Marilyn," he snapped. "You wanted the 
lights out, and then you even insisted I lay all over you to hide the sight 
of what we were doing from each other, even in darkness. Well this time it's 
going to be different, my love. This time we're leaving the lights on, and 
we're using the mirror to make certain you are delectably able to see 
yourself fucked and fucked and fucked again." 

Skillfully, he continued to rub, massage, and tease the pink bullet of her 
clitoris, so that what should have been a sob of degredation at the 
announcement of his intention emerged from Phyllis's throat as a loud groan 
of thrilling pleasure as the hungry churning for sexual fulfillment 
continued rapidly building in her belly. 

"I'm tempted to fuck you in the ass, Marilyn," Brandt muttered, "because I 
know you've never been fucked there before. And you would start out crying 
in pain and end up moaning with delight. Eventually, I will fuck that ass of 
yours. It will be a pleasure for both of us. But for now, I'm going to fuck 
you like a whore, because underneath all that frigidity, Marilyn, you're as 
much a tramp as any woman in the streets. Tell me, would you like me to stab 
your cunt from the rear?" 

"Just what am I supposed to say?" Phyllis asked. "I mean, exactly what is it 
you want to hear me say? Tell me, and I'll say it." 

"I want to hear you beg for it," he replied. "I want to hear you plead and 
tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you. I mean, does my idea of fucking 
your cunt from the rear intrigue you, or would you rather I fuck your ass? 
Or maybe you'd like me to squat on your lovely face and jam my cock down 
your throat. So come on, Marilyn, tell me, just where is it you want me to 
fuck you?" 

"In... my.. . cunt, I guess," she sighed, trembling with renewed 
humiliation. 

"You guess? What kind of shit is this? Tell me like you really mean it, you 
bitch." 

"All right!" Phyllis shrieked. "You son of a bitch, you're so hot to fuck 
me, then fuck my cunt. And you want to do it from the rear, then go ahead. 
Fuck my cunt from behind like I'm some kind of bitch in heat." Because that 
is precisely what I am, the tormented young woman inwardly screamed to 
herself. I'm a bitch in heat who's learning to spread her legs for every 
weirdo pervert who comes along and beats the hell out of me. Goddamn it all 
to hell, I like fucking. No, I love fucking. 

"That's a little better," Brandt sneered, gripping his solidly long shaft in 
one of his hands and positioning it at the opening to her vaginal orifice. 
"Now watch the mirror you fucking bitch . . . watch carefully and see 
yourself getting a cock up your cunt from behind." 

Grabbing her smoothly rounded hips in both his clutching hands, Brandt 
abruptly tugged her kneeling body backward, and at the same time plunged his 
throbbing cock forward, using all his strength so that his fully erect 
phallus hit the bullseye perfectly, ramming into the tightness of her 
vaginal tunnel right to the hilt in a single plunge, nearly lifting the poor 
woman off the bed with the force of it. 

"AaaaayyyyaaaagggghhhhH!!" Phyllis shrieked as she felt the penis hammer 
shudderingly past the tip of her womb-opening and slide to the depths of her 
dripping cunt. He didn't wait for her interior to adjust to his breath, but 
instantly pulled back, tugging out everything but his glans, and she 
instantly braced herself for the next forward spiking. She knew it would 
come immediately, and Brandt didn't disappoint her. He pounded into her 
again and again and again. The licentiously swollen prick drove in and out 
of her body with wickedly cruel force, while his hands tightly gripped the 
fleshy expanse of her rounded asscheeks, pulling her backwards to meet every 
malloting stroke. 

"Reach back under your cunt and caress my balls," Brandt insisted. "And 
don't get any funny ideas about crushing my nuts, because if you do, I can 
always break your neck with a quick chop of my hands. Come on, you goddamn 
bitch, do it now, and make me feel good." 

Too degraded at this point to bother answering, Phyllis simply sighed, and 
then reached between her thighs, feeling around until she felt the weighty 
sac of his dangling scrotum. By now, she was fully aware of precisely how 
sensitive a man's balls were, but she knew she didn't have the strength to 
hit them hard enough to get him off her without his hitting her and probably 
killing her. The hairy sac was grazing the smooth flesh of her inner thighs 
it dangled so low. The sac, itself, was heatedly wrinkled flesh, and the 
tender balls inside were smooth to her touch as she ran her fingers lightly 
over them. And all the while his furiously pounding prick continued wildly 
surging in and out of her sucking cunt, building more and more waves of 
passion inside Phyllis. The slight shift in her position caused by her 
having to feel his balls moved her a bit more forward on the bed. Ahead of 
her, in the dresser mirror, she saw the obscene image of herself, her naked 
buttocks high in the air behind her. Howard Brandt's nakedly tensed torso, 
with every inner muscle responding with fevered desire, fucked wildly into 
her, as his hands continued luridly caressing her, sometimes touching her 
hips, sometimes reaching out and gripping her dangling breasts. She felt the 
ever-tightening pressure of her vaginal muscles as they automatically clung 
to the moving girth of his hotly plunging cock. 

Though she was frightened and terrified, Phyllis found herself thinking of 
the cock fucking into her. She didn't think of Howard Brandt as much as she 
did of the hard cock that was moving in and out of her taut vagina. Her 
mother was wrong, .. this much was obvious. True, her mother had every right 
to fear pregnancy after nearly dying while giving birth to her, but there 
were so many ways to prevent pregnancy today, there was no need to fear it. 
She had no idea whether or not she would escape from this alive, but she did 
know she wasn't going to worry about becoming pregnant, anymore. If she did 
manage to survive this, she'd receive proper treatment at a hospital, and if 
she didn't. . . well then, there really wasn't anything to worry about. 

As she found herself becoming absorbed with the feelings of the man inside 
her, she discovered her own sensations were enhanced immeasurably. Perhaps 
she was wrong, and maybe she was a whore at heart, but by God, fucking was 
fun, and if she survived the ordeal of this madman, she fully intended 
enjoying it at every future opportunity, but with men of her choice. 

Abruptly, she felt overwhelmed with desire for the hard cock that was 
filling her tight cunt. She wanted to fully enjoy it, and so, for the 
moment, she shut Howard Brandt's madness out of her mind. He fucked into her 
with wild, demonic force, and she no longer thought of herself as enduring 
all this, but truly enjoying it. Maybe he would end up killing her, but 
until he did, she had at least two whole weeks of enjoyment, and she 
intended fucking as often during her waking moments as her body would allow. 

Her hands increased the careful stroking of his heavy balls, feeling the 
testicles rhythmically dance in the sac containing them. She raised her eyes 
to the mirror and stared at Brandt's face, seeing the unbelieving look on it 
as she continued caressing his balls. 

"You're not Marilyn," he grunted, fucking harder and faster. 

"Shut up and fuck," she snapped back at him, further pulling him out of his 
self-imposed stupor. 

She was willingly fucking him. 

"Oh Jesus, oh God, oh wow!" Brandt began groaning as the mounting pressure 
in his swelling testicles became all but unbearable. 

"Ohhhhhh yessssss . . ." Phyllis hissed. "Keep doing it. Fuck me, Howie, 
fuck me good. Fuck me until I scream with delight. Come on, Howie, you can 
do it, you can do it.. .." 

"God, but you do have a tight cunt," he gasped. 

]sYou're the .. . uuuuuggggghhhhh . . . first woman I've ever fucked who I 
didn't . . . uuuuuuggggghhhhh. . . think was Marilyn all the way through. 
Jesus! What the hell is there . .. ohhhhhhhhh . . . about you that's so .. . 
uuuunnnngggghhhh . . . goddamn special. I know you . . . you're Phyllis . . 
. not Marilyn. And I'm fucking the shit out of you and I'm loving it, just 
like I can tell you're loving it. All those other 

"Marilyns' let me fuck them, even encouraged me, but none of them squeezed 
my cock this tight in their cunts. I can tell. . . you really like it. . . 
ohhhhhhh . . ." 

"Yes, yes, yes," Phyllis urged. "I love your cock inside me. Oh Godddddd . . 
. fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. ..." 

"AAAAAIIIIIYYY-YYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH . . . HHHHEEEEAAAAGGGGHHHH . . ." Brandt 
bellowed, and began firing heavy ropes of semen into the tight depths of 
Phyllis's crushing vagina. The pounding pressure of his splashing semen was 
all she needed to set her off, and she shouted, "EEEEEYYYYYIIIIII . . . 
AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!" 

And then Howard Brandt collapsed on top of her, spurting his sperm into her 
again and again. His penis didn't shrink, and he fucked Phyllis in that same 
position three more times until his cock finally shriveled. But then he took 
the key from the dresser and locked her into her room. Phyllis was already 
asleep. 

 Chapter Seven 

It was dark out when Phyllis heard the key turning in the lock again. At 
first she thought it was Howard Brandt coming back for more, but she heard 
strange voices as the door opened, and when the light from the hallway fell 
across the bed, the two men staring at her were just as astonished as she. 

"Who are you?" she asked, noting one of the men had a face full of hair, 
while the thinner, taller one was clean-shaven. 

"Quite frankly," the bearded one told her, "we're here to rob the house, 
just as we've robbed all the other houses on this block. Funny, but the guy 
in the next room was the only one to wake up of all the people around here." 

"Where is he now?" Phyllis asked, her heart pounding as she saw this as her 
opportunity to escape. 

"He's fast asleep," the tall, slender one told her. "Micky, here, had to 
wallop him with a stillson wrench. I don't figure him to wake up for a day 
or two." 

"You don't mind if Gordon and I finish robbing the house, do you?" the 
bearded one asked. Phyllis noticed he was a bit chubby, with a merry twinkle 
in his eye. 

"Go right ahead," Phyllis told them, all set to leap out of bed, put on some 
clothing, and leave as quickly as possible. 

"Hey," the slender one known as Gordon, said. "She's one nice-looking broad, 
all naked like that. Shee-itt!!! It's like being invited to fuck her." 

"Oh God, no!" Phyllis said, dully, no longer afraid of anything, but not 
really in the mood to placate two thieves. 

"Aw, c'mon," the one called Mickey, the chubby one with the beard said. 
"Don't give us any trouble. We've had a rotten night. Most of the houses 
around here don't have enough things worth stealing. So make the night 
worthwhile for us, huh?" 

"Yeah," Gordon, the thin one nodded. "How about it?" And as he talked, his 
hand reached between his thighs to stroke his already swelling bulge. 

"Please ..." Phyllis begged, now out of back and standing with her back 
against the dresser. "I've been raped, beaten, and hurt in every possible 
way. All I want is to get out of here. Have a heart." "No deal, honey," the 
one called Mickey replied. "Whatever's happened to you hasn't been our 
fault. I don't know what you have going with the shnook in the other room, 
but I think it only fair you give me some pussy." 

Before Phyllis had a chance to reply, he lunged forward and grabbed the 
startled young woman by her shoulders, pulling her roughly against him, 
kissing her solidly on the mouth, letting his beard and mustache tickle her 
face while licentiously grinding his hips against her naked pelvis. Phyllis 
wriggled desperately, as, for some reason, all her old fears and cautions 
suddenly returned. Once again she felt like the prude of old, and the fact 
that these two strange men were staring at her nakedness bothered her. That 
one of them was touching her and feeling her disturbed her even more. She 
squirmed, trying to get out of the man's grasp, but Mickey was not to be 
stopped. His immense cock was already twitching with rampant excitement in 
his pants. He was suddenly hungry with a strong, inner lust, feeling anxious 
desire, feeling the urgent need to force the voluptuous woman into another 
shamelessly submissive sexual act. 

Sliding his heavy hands up along her slender hips and sides, he felt the 
fullness of her breasts, squeezing them firmly, but not twisting and pulling 
on them as Gino had done. Though she felt ashamed and embarrassed at all 
that was happening, Phyllis sensed the thrill shooting through her body 
because of the way the man touched her breasts. And then one hand slid down 
her flat belly, between her thighs, and a finger wormed its way into the 
wetness of her pink feminine slash. The extended middle finger lewdly probed 
into her vaginal orifice, eagerly seeking the tiny hole that led into the 
tight, narrowly pulsating pussy in her shivering body. 

"We gonna fuck her in here?" Gordon, the skinny one, asked, nochalantly 
proceeding to remove his own clothing. 

"No, I think it would be more correct to fuck this genteel lady in the 
living room," Mickey replied. "Go in there and make sure the curtains are 
drawn. Who knows, maybe we'll turn the radio on low and listen to a little 
music. I'll bring the pretty lady inside as soon as I'm certain her vagina 
is properly wet." 

"Right," Gordon nodded, and he left the room, turning on the light as Mickey 
hugged Phyllis even more tightly against him. 

"Please," Phyllis pleaded. "I've been through such hell. I just want to get 
out of here." 

"Relax," Micky replied. "I'm going to make you a very happy woman." 

"There isn't a thing you can do that hasn't been done to me already," 
Phyllis wearily told him. "Ever been fucked in the ass?" Mickey asked. 
"Howie's been threatening to do that since I came here," Phyllis told him. 
"Believe me, you aren't being original." 

"Ah, but have you ever been fucked by two cocks at once?" Mickey wanted to 
know. "What?" 

"Ah, I've picqued your interest," he laughed, forcing his finger more 
harshly into the tight canal of her softly lined cunt. He rotated the finger 
inside her, forcing it deeper, and though Phyllis was shocked, she felt 
herself getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment. She clenched her 
vagina tightly around his finger, trying to convince herself she was doing 
it in order to force his finger out of her, but the truth was, she enjoyed 
the deep thrusting feel of it. 

"Two!" she exclaimed, feeling shocked. It had never occurred to her she 
could be used by two men at once. And then the horror-filled thought came to 
her that this was precisely what Mickey and Gordon intended doing. They were 
going to use her simultaneously. The idea frightened her, and she once again 
began shuddering as a sinking feeling invaded the pit of her belly. But she 
knew there was absolutely no way out of this. She was totally in the power 
of these two men. If she did not submit to their vile wants and needs, they 
might tie her up and leave her there until Howard Brandt regained 
consciousness. This was her only chance of escaping from the man. Her 
unprepared vaginal flesh, still a bit wet with the continued ejaculations of 
the short Brandt, was slowly loosening and allowing itself to enjoy the 
movement of Mickey's finger. Little by little she was relaxing her clenched 
thighs, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter, easing his continuing, 
almost digging entry. She trembled, hating herself for giving in to these 
men, knowing she had to do it, or die. When would this nightmare finally 
come to an end ... if ever? 

"Hey, now that's more like it," Mickey insisted as he felt her tight cunt 
slowly relax. The secretions inside her were totally indundating his finger, 
as he said, "You know, if you don't struggle, but kind of go along, 
everything'll really be so much easier for all of us. I mean, Gordon and I 
work hard at our chosen profession. We don't often get a chance to relax 
like this. Believe me, we really appreciate this, even though you aren't 
willing. It means one heck of a lot to both of us." 

He jammed his finger up very hard, making the woman jump, startling her and 
catching her off-guard. His finger was pressing into her cervical opening, 
as if trying to widen it, and it hurt. Phyllis gasped, and Mickey smiled and 
said, "Nice and easy, honey. Hey, what's your name, anyway?" 

"Phyllis," she replied. 

"Yeah, well Phyllis, you take it nice and easy and stay calm. Gordon and I 
are going to be with you for just a little while, and remember, the faster 
you make the two of us happy, the faster all this will end." 

"Hey," Gordon called out from the living room, "this guy really knew how to 
live. He's got one helluva well stocked bar in here." 

"Fantastic," Mickey laughed. "Come on, Phyl, we'll have ourselves a real 
ball. Call it a going away party ... for all of us. Okay?" 

With his finger still dug inside Phyllis's vagina, Mickey walked into the 
living room, bringing Phyllis with him. Both he and Gordon began drinking as 
thoy removed their clothing, and very shortly the trio was'completely naked. 

Phyllis was unable to keep herself from looking at their bodies and noted 
that although Mickey was the shorter of the two men, his was the longer, 
thicker cock. It was just about as big as Vinnie's had been. Gordon's cock 
was only a little shorter than Mickey's, but it was considerably thinner. 
The two men were .taking turns feeling her breasts and fingering her pussy, 
causing her to get hotter with each passing moment. Though she felt ashamed 
that the two men were treating her with such a lack of care, somewhere deep 
in her loins she felt the excitement mounting. Fire shimmied* tantalizingly 
through her body, making her flesh tingle with mounting lust. 

/ must really be crazy, she thought. How can I react this way with these two 
strange men? What they're going to do is horrible. Why in the name of heaven 
should I feel aroused? 

She felt heated and quivery from top to bottom. And little by little she 
realized more and more that it didn't matter who the men were. The mere 
sight of a naked erection was enough to cause her inner fires to burn and 
flare up, incinerating her entire interior, again and again. She was 
humiliated, but her humiliation and shame enhanced her inner lust, as well. 

Her bewildered brain was jolted out of the insane mental conflict taking 
place within her as Mickey made her take a small scotch. Phyllis had never 
been able to hold her liquor well, and the little drink was all she needed 
to lose every one of her inhibitions. Mickey threw her down and fell on top 
of her. 

"She just about ready?" Gordon asked, getting impatient. 

The tall, skinny man was staring lasciviously at Phyllis's nakedly 
vulnerable body as it lay beneath the chunky, straddling thighs of the one 
called Mickey on the living room floor. The chubby man was more than ready 
for a solidly good fuck from the beautiful young victim, and if she writhed 
and wriggled and tried pushing him off, fighting him, well all the better. 
His stiffly swollen prick was tightly clutched in his hand, and he was 
speedily tugging it up and down in salacious anticipation of what was to 
come, his panting breath coming faster and faster as his drink-clouded mind 
swelled with animal desire. 

"Yeah," Mickey nodded, rolling off Phyllis's lithe, young body, turning to 
the coffee table that was near him where a bottle of Chiva Regal lay 
uncorked. "She's yours for now, Gordon," he said. Then he turned to Phyllis 
and said, "Now you be real nice to Gordon here, because he's going to start 
giving you the special treat we have in mind for you." 

Gordon strode to the center of the room, standing like a colossus over the 
supine body of the helplessly naked Phyllis. His thick lips curled back in 
an obscene sneer as he stared down, ogling her whitely helpless, vulnerable 
nakedness. He stood swaying between her- ankles for a moment, betraying the 
fact that he'd had more to drink than he should have had. His monstrously 
long penis, hard and sinewy, looked even more sturdy and erect as it jerked 
excitedly in his thin, bony hand. Bending down, Gordon took a softly pliant 
hip in each of his hands and gently made her roll over on her belly. The 
woman knew better than to try offering resistance at this point. The scotch 
she had taken had also numbed her mind, and she found it difficult to move 
of her own volition. Instead, she merely lay there, totally inert, waiting 
for her licentious sexual ravishment to begin. All the while, small gasps of 
shame and humiliation escaped from her panting mouth. Her firm, rounded, 
moonlike asscheeks quivered a little, and Gordon's dark eyes focused 
hungrily on the two whitely shimmering cheeks. Grabbing both of the helpless 
Phyllis's ankles with his two hands, the man tugged them apart. Her soft 
thighs opened, revealing, once again, the soft inner pinkness behind the 
frame of dark curling hair. 

"Uhhhh ... no . .. please ..." she begged. "Don't. . . uhhhh ... do this 
..." she pleaded in a slurring voice. The alcohol in her bloodstream, for a 
short period of time, had her completely woozy. Her tremblingly naked, 
helpless body writhed futilely in a helpless gesture of resistance as she 
did her best to worm her way into the softness of the carpet on which she 
was lying. 

"Hey, Mickey, hold her down for me," Gordon pleaded drunkenly to the chubby 
man who stood excitedly by, eagerly watching. Mickey immediately strode over 
and knelt down next to Phyllis's prone form, pressing his hands firmly into 
the small of her tender back, pressing her flat stomach solidly against the 
carpeting. Phyllis did her best, struggling hopelessly for a short while, 
and then she lay still, her body shaking with heavy, rendering sobs of 
terror. Continuous moans of terror kept spilling from her mouth. 

The slender Gordon dropped to his knees between her softly white thighs, 
tugging them even farther apart as he ran his skinny hands hungrily over the 
sensuously tapering lines of her trembling calves. Then his hands moved up 
inside her nakedly young thighs to the thin, involuntarily moistened slit 
between her tender loins. Gordon grunted and gasped with continually 
mounting excitement as he ran the edge of his hand into the smooth, narrow 
crease of the young woman's nakedly exposed white buttocks. He parted them 
slightly, revealing the tiny, starred pucker of her small anus. The sight 
made his gaping eyes widen even more as he felt himself drooling. 

Oh God! Phyllis thought in sudden total and complete horror as it slowly 
began penetrating her somewhat befogged mind that the tali, skinny 
stranger's interest was not her vagina, but her small, prunelike little 
rectum. Howard Brandt had threatened to ram his penis in there, but Phyllis 
had not believed any man in his right mind wanted to inject a phallus into 
such an impossibly narrow opening. Having fellated Gino, she was able to 
understand why men wanted their cocks sucked. But it made no sense to her at 
all to think a man wanted to attempt shoving what now seemed like a 
monstrously thick penis into the tender narrow straits of her vagina. This 
had to be a deranged pornographic fantasy. No one really did things like 
this. 

Phyllis feared the man would tear her apart if he tried forcing the length 
of his massive cock through her virginal rectal tunnel. She was certain he'd 
rip her anua to bloody shreds. Phyllis was sick with terror at the idea of 
the attack about to be perpetrated on her soft, trembling body. Oh God! Her 
rectum was going to be pulled and stretched by this total stranger. God! The 
past two days had been nothing but one total stranger after another doing 
all kinds of vile things. 

Gordon leered down at the frightened, cowering woman and gripped the 
deliciously soft, white mounds of her firm buttocks. He harshly squeezed 
them, making Phyllis gasp and groan as she tightly clenched them together. 
This only made the man sink his nails deeper, like razored talons, cutting 
into her pliant flesh until she realized the more she resisted the more 
agonizing it would be. At this point it was better for her to surrender and 
allow him to spread her gluteal mounds as far apart as possible. Clenching 
her teeth, the nudely cringing young woman did her best to prepare her body 
for the horror that was about to take place. 

The lust-crazed robber licked his lips, then whistled in appreciation as the 
tight little crinkle of brown circle that was her anus was once again 
offered to his hungrily staring eyes. He rubbed her buttocks a moment, then 
experimentally thrust at the fearfully contracting rubbery ring with his 
outstretched forefinger. This was the third finger to attempt the 
penetration of her rectum. The first one, Vinnie's had been gentle, and she 
had been completely relaxed when he had done it, and so she had enjoyed it. 
When Howard Brandt had done it, he had initially hurt her, and it had taken 
her a few moments to adjust to his manual pressure. But when Gordon reached 
forward and touched her rectal opening, she jumped, jerking forward. That 
didn't stop the man. He simply kept on pushing with his finger, intruding 
into the tight, rubbery opening of her anal orifice. God! She felt mortified 
to the very depths of her being at the idea of being raped back there, and 
she wished this whole perverted thing was over and done with. Maybe, just 
maybe, she'd still be able to escape before Howard Brandt awakened. Her 
pelvis was automatically pressing itself firmly into the carpeting beneath 
as she attempted to escape the finger relentlessly probing into the depths 
of her anal channel. But it was to no avail, because Gordon, finally finding 
her unable to move any farther away from his finger, pushed, hard. He drove 
the digit in up to the first knuckle. 

"Aaaaaaiiiiiii!!?" she screamed, throwing her head back as she cried out 
loudly feeling hideous agony. The finger was somehow much thicker than 
Brandt's, and caused a stinging, burning tenderness to stab itself through 
the tautness of her anal tunnel. She involuntarily clamped her two asscheeks 
tightly together, trapping the man's hand between them. 

"C'mon, already," The half-drunken Gordon insisted. "Open your ass," he 
insisted, and his other hand harshly slapped her shuddering buttocks. At the 
same time, instead of trying to tug his finger out, he pressed down even 
harder, pushing the finger in to the second knuckle. This made Phyllis gasp 
as she writhed in agony, but her voice seemed to blend in with the softly 
playing rock music Mickey had put on the radio. 

"Nice ass," Gordon was. saying to Mickey, nodding. 

Searing pain flashed unbearably through her squeezing back tunnel, running 
up her spine like a combination of icy and molten bullets as the man 
mercilessly continued spiking his stiffened finger into the center of her 
narrowly tiny rectum, widening it, stretching it, preparing it for the 
heavier entry about to take place. 

With his other hand, Gordon started strongly stroking his heatedly swollen 
penis, more than eager to skewer the helplessly defenseless young woman 
spread out on her belly beneath him on the carpet. He had a thick foreskin 
surrounding the corona of his cock, and now he pulled it back as he aimed 
the thickly rigid shaft directly at the tightly puckered little orifice, now 
slightly widened because of the brutal way he had thrust his finger into 
her. 

Gordon opened her nakedly trembling young buttocks again, this time using 
his thumbs to part her cheeks as he withdrew his finger and leaned forward 
to drop a large amount of lubricating sputum on the tiny anal hole to 
moisten the way. He took a deep breath, then he leaned forward, pressing all 
of his slender body against her rubbery buttocks. He pressed his mammoth 
cock against her asscheeks, sliding it up and down the damp crevice between 
until the burgeoning tip rested against the tiny, pulsating ring now wetly 
glistening with the man's spit. Gordon levered himself up onto his elbows, 
then he slowly carefully pressed forward with his hips for a moment, 
directing his lust-swollen penis straight into the tightly clenched opening. 
He mercilessly bore down on her, forcing his swollenly bloated penile point 
cruelly forward into her tightly resisting anal sphincter. 

"Ohhhhhhh . . . n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ..." the woman screamed, turning and 
twisting. "It h-u-u-u-u-u-u-rrrrrrtttttttssssss . . ." she cried out as he 
continued pushing, forcing his thick cock slowly into the tightly clenched 
depths of her narrow rectum. Her rear tunnel felt as if it was being split 
wide open because of the immensely huge staff being consistenly forced into 
it. Never had she experienced such agony. Not even her defloration had 
been-this agonizing. It was as if electricity was being forced through her 
entire body, making her convulse in torture. 

"Please. . ." she begged. "Please, please, take it out. It hurts so 
terribly." "There, there," Mickey, the chubby one assured her, his beard 
wiggling up and down as he spoke. "The pain will quickly disappear, and I 
promise you all kinds of wild thrills and delights." 

Tears once again spilled from the cups of her eyes. She was forever crying 
for one reason or another, and she hoped that after tonight, it would never 
happen again. For now, she had to swallow her pride, cooperating with the 
hope of getting this over and done with. Moaning with agonizing despair, she 
sufferingly accepted the humiliating spearing of her rectal interior. She 
gasped and shuddered, accepting the humiliating skewering her backside was 
taking by biting down on her lower lip. Gordon continued forcing more and 
more of his slender, lengthy cudgel into the sucking depths of her body with 
unrelenting cruelty. 

Mickey stared, watching with continually mounting excitement as his tall 
friend's throbbing cock disappeared into Phyllis's tightly clutching rectal 
tunnel. Half drunk himself, the sight aroused and thrilled him. He was 
delighted, seeing his friend torturing the asshole of this luscious young 
female. Deep down, there was a sadistic streak in Mickey, and each agonized 
cry from the enslaved young girl's mouth made his own phallus tremble with 
thrilling excitement. The rigidly erect organ trembled obscenely, standing 
straight out as it prepared to do what its master wished it to do. 

"Thatta boy Gordon," Mickey shouted. "Shove it into that tight little 
asshole of hers and let her know what a real cock can do inside her." He 
began drunkenly laughing, jerking his rigid pole of penile flesh up and 
down. "Hey, I'll bet it's starting to feel good," he said to Phyllis. "Come 
on, admit it. You like it." 

The chubby man's dark eyes narrowed sadistically, recalling this was only 
the beginmng of what he had planned for Phyllis. Yes, in a very short while 
the young woman would be taking the full length, of his cock in her wetly 
open vaginal funnel. 

"Oh God! God! God!" Phyllis cried, wailing in agony as Gordon's long, 
slender penis pushed harder and harder until it had finally hammered the 
full length of itself into her painfully cringing rectal tunnel. 

"Ohhhhh Goddddd!!!!" Gordon gasped. "I've never fucked anything as tight as 
this ass in my life. God! This is really something. I don't think there's 
anything in the world tighter." 

"Of course there is," Mickey assured him. "Her asshole will be much narrower 
once I shove my cock in her tight cunt. You'll see." 

Gordon reached down and grasped the woman's firmly rounded hips. Clutching 
them in his hands as he pulled the pained young woman up to her knees, 
bending her abused body unmercifully. Then he began solidly fucking his 
pulsating prick in and out of the tight tube of her rectum, painfully 
stretching the interior even more as he pounded in with long, smoothly 
thudding strokes, bringing groans of agonized torture and humiliation from 
Phyllis's pain-wracked lips each time he sank his penis into her. 

Mickey was impatient now, aching to join in the fun. He stood next to the 
two of them, frantically tugging on the heated length of his hard cock. 

"Okay," Mickey instructed, "turn this luscious young lady on her side so I 
can join the party." 

"You got a deal," Gordon nodded, locking his clutching hands tightly around 
Phyllis's tender hips. He rolled over on his side, his pulsatingly hot penis 
still deeply crammed all the way into Phyllis's tightly trembling anus. She 
was automatically pulled on her side, as well, her back pressed firmly 
against the sweating belly of the thin man whose penis remained locked 
tightly inside her. 

Phyllis felt her outer leg being lifted away from her body, exposing in its 
entirety the pink, hair-surrounded surface of her vaginal split. Now Mickey 
lay down, facing Phyllis, and holding his painfully throbbing cock, guided 
the taut head right up against her clearly visible pussy. He pressed it 
against the wetly defenseless opening, and then he slowly, very, very slowly 
began pushing it tightly in. He felt her cunt, normally narrow, now even 
narrower because of the pressure of Gordon's hard cock rummaging in her 
rectum. 

Phyllis gasped, feeling her vagina and her rectum both seemingly compress 
around the two poles thrust into her as Mickey's solid prick slowly filled 
her entire vagina. Oh God! It hurt, but it was such a lovely hurt. 

She lay there moaning, helpless, unable to move by herself, tightly 
sandwiched between the two men, feeling a sense of pleasure and shame, 
combined. Being pinned between these two men seemed the lowest depth of 
degradation, yet she had to admit, she was starting to like it. A thin 
membrane of flesh separated her vaginal tunnel from her anal shaft, and both 
were filled totally with the thickly heavy lengths of meaty penises. She 
shut her eyes tightly, not wanting to look at Mickey, because the look of 
delight on his face only built the heat in her body to greater heights. 

Mickey lost no time in matching his friend's vibrant thrusts as he began 
solidly fucking his throbbing cock into Phyllis's wetly pulsating vagina. He 
was so excited he was afraid his cock would burst before he actually came, 
and the sight of Gordon's cock raping the girl's ass merely enhanced things 
even more. The man drilled into the tightly narrow depths of her squeezing 
vagina, pounding into her with merciless strokes. He rammed his groin 
repeatedly into hers, cruelly knifing his throbbing cock into her aching 
depths while Gordon continued plumbing the tightness of her asshole, behind. 

The young woman's twin tunnels between her licentiously splayed thighs and 
asscheeks were stretched almost totally beyond endurance by the two thick 
rods of heavy masculine flesh. Every last inch of her creamy white body 
pulsated with throbbing, achingly burning pain. And yet, deep in her inner 
self the strange sensation of heated thrills was continuing to build. The 
faint delights of unwanted pleasures became more and more powerful with each 
dual stroke thrusting into her tender body. Once again, from the very depths 
of her shame and humiliation, that other, deeper, more powerful feeling 
surged wildly to the fore, making her realize she would forever be a slave 
to the physical passions that surged.through her body. At once, Phyllis 
recognized what she referred to as the alien sensations . . . the different 
feelings... the raptures her body had never known until she had first come 
into contact with the bank robbers. Now every wonderful feeling in her 
aching body was caused by someone evil. First there had been Sal, Vinnie, 
and Gino. Then there had been Howard Brandt, and now there was Mickey and 
Gordon, both of whom were thieves. Was it possible that this good sensation 
was only able to come into existence by vile, salacious, uncaring men? Was 
it possible that after having believed her mother wrong, it was possible her 
mother was really right? After all, only evil men had aroused this feeling 
of lust and delight in her. No decent man had ever been able to make the wet 
juices in her cunt boil. No "nice" man had ever made her want to override 
her puritanical upbringing. It was always these evil men who brought the 
bestial passion to life in her, overriding all she had been taught was good, 
enveloping her entire self in pure and total animal excitement. Her nakedly 
tingling flesh began to wildly ripple, and the heated nerve-endings in her 
pulsating body became flamingly alive as the pulsations of unrealized 
passion began to swell into overpowering waves of masochistic thrills, 
sweeping through her with the whirling force of a cyclone, obliterating once 
and for all the feeling of fear and shame she always felt. She was enjoying 
it, and though she clamped her lips tightly shut, and tried with might and 
main to overpower the forces of lust within her, the savage sensations had 
total control over her. It was no use. A high tidal wave of overpowering 
rapture slammed into her burning body and scattered in its wake the final 
remnants of humiliation and loathing. The thrilling new delights mingled 
with the sharply wrenching pain, though the latter was continually 
diminishing. The moving penises built the excitement in her tender body 
higher and higher. Her mind was completely clear again, the effects of the 
alcohol completely worn off. Her entire young form shook with barbaric 
passion, and with a deep groan of utter and complete surrender, she suddenly 
allowed herself to accept the completely irresistible force of lust. Her 
penis-ravaged body began twisting and writhing without any sense of inner 
shame. She felt greater thrills ravage her flashing self as she moved 
delightedly between the two fucking males whose penises were buried in the 
sucking depths of her wriggling body. A raging vortex of utter sensation 
churned and twisted, swirling up from her deepest self, climbing from the 
depths of her subconscious, charging through the astonished Phyllis with 
intensified lust. Her loins eagerly slammed backward anxiously to meet 
Gordon's brutally pounding phallus, sucking it into her eagerly absorbing 
rectum, feeling it touch new and different nerve-endings that had never been 
teased before. And then she slammed forward, thrilling to the hard stab of 
Mickey's lancing penis as it filled her taut vaginal canal to the utmost, 
her membranes wrapping themselves tightly around the masculine length of 
delight, causing it to appear completely swallowed up in the deepest center 
of her feminine interior. 

Phyllis undulated and writhed insanely between the two men. Each movement 
built the thrills a little higher in her aching body, feeling more and more 
ecstasy and bestial sensuality. 

"Feel it?" Mickey gasped, sensing the enlarging of her vaginal interior, 
which signaled she was near her orgasm. 

Before she was able to answer, the orgasm slammed into her, first in her 
rear, then in her vagina, and the two thrilling sensations met head-on, 
somewhere in her belly. 

"AAAAAAYYYYYAAAAA-GGGGGHHHHH HHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH . . ." she screamed, 
unable to believe the howling screeches were coming from her own mouth. Was 
it really she who was yelling so? She found it all so difficult to believe. 
Yet she was unable to deny the truth of it. And now, in a final shriek, she 
screamed, "AAAAAIIIIIYYYYY-AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!" unable to hear the two men 
shout. 

 Chapter Eight 

Just how the miracle came about, Phyllis didn't understand. One moment she 
was being wildly fucked, sandwiched between two men, and a moment later she 
was free of them as they lay on the living room floor, totally drained by 
their experience with her. Somehow she found clothing and put it on. She 
made her way to Howard Brandt's bedroom, where the madman lay with a brain 
concussion caused by the wrench belonging to Gordon. Her hands delved into 
Brandt's pockets, came up with his car keys, and she drove his car until she 
came to a police station. 

What happened after that took place so swiftly she didn't even recall it all 
happening. She was taken to a hospital for treatment, and thanks to her 
description of where she had been, the police picked up Gordon and Mickey. 
Howard Brandt, the Mountainside Strangler, died on his way to the hospital, 
and the two thieves would eventually be charged with murder, since killing 
while committing a crime was considered first degree murder even if nothing 
was planned beforehand. 

Sal Vito and the two Ballardo Brothers were picked up shortly after, but 
that didn't concern Phyllis. The charges against the three men were so 
numerous, Phyllis's testimony wasn't needed. 

Phyllis, in the hospital was treated for rape, afterwhich she remained to 
rest for a good two days. When she was finally released, she returned to the 
bank where she was given a heroine's welcome, a better job, and a raise. 

But she was a changed person. No longer was she the teasing little prude, 
and the most surprised person was Harvey, the male teller, who almost 
flipped when she agreed to date him. 

Phyllis wanted to test her new self on her date with Harvey. Unfortunately, 
she discovered she didn't like the man, and so refused to invite him in 
after her date, for coffee. She was free to do as she pleased, and she felt 
if she was going to satisfy the growing sexual hunger continually mounting 
in her body, this time it would be with a man of her own choosing. 

That man eventually turned out to be the bank's first vice-president, Elwood 
Furth. The man was in his late thirties, a bachelor, very skinny, with an 
ordinary face. Phyllis agreed to date him originally because he was her 
superior at the bank and she wasn't ready for more problems. On the date, he 
turned out to be a gentleman, and she decided she liked going out with him. 
She went out with him four different times before suggesting that he invite 
her to see his bachelor apartment, which happened to be a penthouse in a 
very swanky neighborhood. Then it was Phyllis who did the seducing. Her 
conscience was no longer an obstacle. She discovered herself to be a 
completely changed female, and before Furth realized it, the two of them 
were undressed, in his bedroom, and Phyllis was willingly parting her thighs 
for the man, allowing his more-than-ample penis to slide gently into the 
simmering depths of her anxiously waiting pussy. Her vaginal tunnel clasped 
the throbbing rod tightly, crushing and squeezing it as she thrilled to the 
feeling of it inside her. This was the first cock of her own choice, and as 
far as she was concerned, it was a perfect choice. It moved slowly, 
carefully, not wanting to hurt her, and she found herself wrapping her 
thighs tightly around Furth's body, pulling him even deeper, forcing him to 
speed up his movements as fire washed through her flesh and burned in her 
blood vessels. At one point, with her thighs tightly gripping the man, she 
did a complete hundred-and-eighty-degree rollover, and found herself sitting 
on the man's hard cock, bouncing up and down, doing all the work and loving 
it. 

Blisters of continual delight kept on flashing through her wetly working 
tunnel as it rose and fell around the fat cock filling her. Yes, it was a 
very fat cock, and it was very long, able to totally fulfill the yearnings 
of her inner chamber, which had been poked, stretched, and prodded until 
only a really long, really fat cock would make her feel content. 

Contentment was the nicest thing she had to say about the pressing penis 
that continued sliding in and out as she rode up and down the length of it. 
It touched every inner nerve-ending, and when she leaned forward and 
flattened her breasts against the man's hairy chest, she thrilled to the 
length of tongue he shoved into her mouth. She sucked it as easily as her 
cunt tugged on his cock, and though it was she who had to urge him to poke a 
forefinger into her rectum, when he finally did it, she felt as if all her 
orifices were being duly and properly fucked. She rode faster and faster, 
pounding down to feel the penis in her cunt rub against the membranes of her 
tight pussy, and then, as she rose, she'd feel his finger press into her 
asshole, massaging the rubbery interior, sending more chills through her. 
And the entire time his tongue kept sliding in and out of her mouth as she 
sucked on it, feeling nerves in her throat starting to tingle. 

As she fucked, Phyllis wondered whether she'd be able to be content with 
only one cock for the rest of her life. It was too early to tell as far as 
she was concerned. Though she intended dating El wood Furth again, assuming 
he wanted to do so, she also wanted to discover other penises. 

She rode faster now, thrusting her humping buttocks up and down much faster 
now, feeling the thrills building to that point of no return. Each of her 
orifices was feeling a tingle, and she felt the three orgasms hit her all at 
once. 

"AAAAACCCCCHHHHHRRRRRR-RAAAAANNNNNKKKKKGGGGGGKK-KKKKK ..." was all she was 
able to garble as she peaked in three places at once, her entire body 
stiffening and shuddering, causing oceans of heavy oil to wash out of her 
vagina and drench the man's groin. 

Elwood Furth also tightened, not caring how much of her lubricant covered 
him as his shuddering cock began firing heavily into her squeezing cunnus, 
and his finger was crammed far into her rectal depths while his other 
fingers squeezed her asscheeks so hard at one point he thought he'd pulled 
them right off her body. - When it was over, the two lay together, 
exhausted, and Phyllis spent the night in the man's bed. When she left his 
apartment, the next day, he was still fast asleep. 

With the passage of weeks, she allowed herself the luxury of other penises, 
but none seemed as satisfactory as Furth's. Little by little she realized, 
whether she liked it or not, his was the only cock to really keep her happy. 

He proposed to her a year before his promotion to the bank presidency, and 
she accepted. What intrigued her most about the man was his willingness to 
try anything she suggested, and though he eventually sired six sons on her, 
all of whom came sliding out of her with ease, Phyllis never found life 
boring. But then, neither did her husband. Because of her natural, varied 
abilities, he never felt the urge to try outside pussy, and though Phyllis 
admittedly did feel the urge now and then, she managed to keep herself 
occupied with so many other things, she never had time for infidelity. 


End
