A Captive Bride
by Brad Dexter
(LLP-764)


Chapter One 

Rosemary Willoughby stood in the window of her second floor apartment and 
watched Brad crossing the courtyard by the swimming pool below. He walked 
with swift, angry strides, his suitcase banging against his knee, his 
handsome faced flushed from the argument they had had only moments before. 

Not once did he look back over his shoulder and upward at her trembling body 
framed by the picture window. In a moment he was out of sight, leaving the 
beautiful young woman full of emotional pain. 

The nature of the argument had been the same as before, but much more 
serious than the periodic spats that had become more and more frequent of 
late. She would never forget his livid face as he snarled obscenities at her 
... telling her that she was frigid, that she wasn't even a real woman ... 
despite her luscious young body and beautiful, sexy face! 

Worse yet, he had sworn he would gratify his raging sexual passions with the 
first prostitute or willing amateur he could find, that as soon as he 
arrived in New York he would start looking for a female who wasn't afraid to 
spread her legs and respond warmly to his huge cock filling their succulent 
cunt! 

Her face went white at the thought of her young husband fucking another 
woman. She hadn't a doubt that the strong-willed Brad would do just as he 
threatened. And it was all her fault! She cringed at the memories of the 
unhappy nights they had lain side by side naked in the huge bed, his prick 
hard and demanding, her soft flesh unwilling or unable to share his erotic 
passions. It was pure torture for her to have to deny Brad what most woman 
would fight to give him. 

But Rosemary had always been cold and unresponsive when it came to sex, the 
result, she was sure, of her mother's bitter denunciation of anything and 
everything carnal. All through her childhood Rosemary had heard nothing but 
horror stories of what woman suffered at the hands of men, stories that had 
shocked and traumatized the young girl and had made it impossible to enjoy 
sex after she and Brad had married. 

She had tried! 

On the honeymoon and for the first few weeks afterward, Rosemary had 
concealed her disgust and loathing of his lewd passions, had done everything 
possible to keep Brad from knowing how horrified she had been when his 
throbbing cock invaded her body and filled her with such pain and revulsion. 

But over the months she couldn't keep it to herself any longer. Nor was she 
willing to do the hated things he wished ... things like sucking his penis 
or allowing him to lavish his oral caresses on her frigid vagina. Shame and 
degradation filled her when he tried to insist that she act like a common 
whore. Gradually Brad came to understand just how inhibited his beautiful 
young wife really was. And his confusion and irritation turned to monumental 
wrath at the thought of having such a voluptuously sexy female for a wife 
and yet not being able to turn her on to sex. 

Fortunately, Brad's job required him to be away from home during the week. 
For five days Rosemary was spared the torture of his naked lust, her 
temporary relief tempered by the certain knowledge that he would come home 
every friday night with nothing but sex on his mind. 

And last friday hadn't been any different. As soon as Brad had unlocked the 
front door he was tearing off his clothing and frightening Rosemary half out 
of her mind with his monstrously hard prick, his eyes glazed with lust at 
the sight of his gorgeous wife's succulent young body, his hands trembling 
at the thought of ripping his erect cock up between her creamy thighs and 
parting the hairy lips of her cunt. 

Brad's manhood had been at stake, and he had decided on the plane home that 
he was going to bring things to a head or bring down their unhappy marriage. 
No longer would he be willing to listen to Rosemary's plaintive excuses for 
not allowing him the use of her lust-inspiring young body. It was now or 
never! Either she threw off the chains of ignorance and hibition and became 
a woman or he would find a female who wouldn't cause him the torture he had 
been suffering. 

Now, two days later, he was gone, leaving Rosemary sick and sore in spirit 
and body. Every inch of her luscious flesh ached from the brutal way he had 
taken her. Her mind reeled at the memories of the way her normally 
considerate husband punished her young pussy with his massive cock, and the 
way he had screamed at her when she couldn't respond to his agonizing 
lovemaking. 

She stood looking at the empty courtyard for long minutes before turning and 
pulling the drapes closed. She wore a thin silk gown that clung to the 
lusciously ripe contours of her body, clearly outlining the high firm 
breasts, her flat stomach, softly flaring hips, and lovely long legs. 

She could see her reflection in the mirror that hung on the wall a few feet 
away. Despite the agony she felt, there was no disgusing the fact that she 
was a truly beautiful woman. Her exciting face was classic in every detail, 
from the full, red lips to her pert little nose and deep-set green eyes. Her 
head was framed by masses of billowing blonde hair that fell softly on her 
shoulders. 

Nature had played a cruel joke on her, she thought bitterly, giving her the 
face and the body of a beautiful goddess, yet inhabiting that stunning body 
was the soul of a frigid female ... one who had never tasted the carnal 
delights! 

Why hadn't she been born ugly or with some defect that would turn men off 
instead of inspiring such lurid passion in them? Other women would have 
given their souls for her beauty ... with Rosemary it was wasted! 

And now she was alone with her misery. Brad might come back ... or, on the 
other hand, he might never return. She loved him so much, so very much. In 
the fourteen months of their marriage she had come to understand what a 
sensitive, intelligent man she had married. If only it weren't for the ugly 
violence in him that frustration, brought they would be supremely happy. He 
had a wonderful job with excellent prospects for the future. He had even 
been promised a promotion that would allow him to be at home permanently in 
the near future. 

But sex had ruined everything for them, making 

Brad into a raging beast, leaving Rosemary wracked with selfdoubt and agony 
at the prospects for their future. She collaposed in a chair, bitter tears 
welling up and spilling down over her fevered cheeks ... tears of rage and 
torment and pain. And then the telephone rang. 

It was asshole that turned on Danny Gorman! 

Straight fucking was okay, of course, provided that a good hot female rectum 
wasn't available to service his monstrously huge prick. But that was a poor 
substitute. Even having his cock sucked ... having some warm female mouth 
and tongue working over the massive rod, didn't give him the same erotic 
thrill as reaming out a puckered, hairless bum-hole. 

Not that he got much of anything except in his frantic, sex-crazed mind! 

Danny was a loser, a born also-ran, one of life's crazy jokes. He was 
twenty-two, with a thin body and forgetable face. Long greasy hair covered 
his head, and he rarely wore anything except grimy jeans and an equally 
dirty sweatshirt. 

All of his life he had wanted to be handsome and outgoing and cool enough to 
be able to pick and chose between girls and woman. He had suffered, suffered 
terribly when they laughed and sneered at his crude attempts to be any of 
those things. Perhaps it would have been easier if his sex drive hadn't been 
so overwhelmingly strong, if he wasn't tortured every waking moment by lusts 
that he didn't understand, but which drove him to the point of madness and 
erotic frenzy. 

Even this current job seemed designed to drive him up the wall. As underpaid 
maintenance man at the small apartment building he was required to be around 
sexy tenants all day. But as far as they concerned, Danny might have been 
just another one of the unattractive fixtures. None of the women had ever 
given him anything but dirty looks. He watched them surreptitiously shaking 
their asses around the swimming pool or chatting with one another in their 
obscenely revealing shorts and halters, his cock throbbing with lust, his 
mind filled with erotic fantasies of spreading their fat buttocks and 
reaming out their virginal assholes with his mighty cock. 

When he did get to stuff his throbbing prick into a mouth or a cunt or an 
asshole, it was because he had found a prostitute so desperate that she was 
willing to fuck anyone. Even at that, the sluppy-cunted, big-assed, overaged 
whores usually charged him twice the going price for pussy. And on that even 
rarer occasion when he found a hooker who'd let him corn-hole her, her 
rectum was invariably as large as most women's cunts ... not smooth and 
rubbery and tight like the assholes he fantasized about. 

He was off duty now, sitting in the dingy basement room his employer had 
provided for him so that he would be on-call twenty-four hours a day. 
Danny's calloused fingers were wrapped around his pulsating hard-on, his 
eyes half closed with lust, his brain reeling as he pumped back and forth on 
the turgid rod and tried to imagine himself screwing some beautiful young 
chick in her asshole. 

A glossy magazine lay on his trembling knees, the pages open to a centerfold 
of a nakedly luscious blonde who was'kneeling on the floor, her huge breasts 
rubbing against the soft fur rug while her slender fingers reached around 
and pulled her asscheeks open. The erotic photograph was in color, with her 
creamy skin all pink and glistening, her red slash of a mouth parted in 
ecstasy. In truth, the girl's buttocks were a little too heavy, her thighs 
slightly plumper than was the current fashion. 

But Danny was oblivious to those physical defects, concentrating totally on 
the model's upturned crotch. The twin openings of her cunt and asshole were 
burning idelibly into his frenzied, lust-maddened mind. The fluted lips of 
her dilated cunt were covered with a thick mat of fury blonde pubic hair, 
slightly opened so that he could see the pinkish velvet of her inner canal 
all gleaming with the juices of her femininity. Above her gaping pussy lay 
her tantalizing asshole. He could see every detail of the ruffled, puckered 
edges that were frozen on the pages of the magazine. The object of his 
desire was wrinkled like a tiny mouth, with the darker flesh of her crotch 
giving way to the wonderously pink opening that led up into her lower 
bowels. 

A few tiny hairs encircled the delicious orifice, adding to his lust as he 
groaned at the overwhelming sensations the photograph and his fingers were 
bringing him. If only he had the model on the floor in front of him now, he 
thought frantically, gripping his throbbing cock even tighter. If he could 
only thrust his lust-engorged prick into the perspiring crevice between her 
buttocks and feel the puckered flesh of her bum-hole against the rubbery 
head of his organ! He would have given anything in the world he owned for 
five minutes of wild pleasure with that model. 

But she was only a picture in a magazine. 

"Oooooohhhhhh Jesus!" he moaned as his balls suddenly began pumping out the 
sticky yellowish fluids, making the super-heated juices surge up through the 
dilated canal that ran inside his bloated cock and wildly explode out 
through the slit in the purplish knob-end. 

The first thick blob of semen seemed to hang in the air for a split-second 
before falling heavily down onto the magazine pages, making a loud plop as 
the gooey liquid splashed over the model's erotically smiling face and 
obscuring her features. 

It was quickly followed by another hot blast, then another. He worked his 
fingers faster, like a milking machine, forcing out more and more of the 
creamy goo while his heart began beating faster in his skinny chest. Waves 
of exquisite delight rolled through his shanks and loins, causing his whole 
body to begin trembling while his eyes rolled around in his head. 

"Oooooohhhh . . . aaaaaahhhhhhh ... oh Jesus... oh Christ!" He stammered, 
unable to control the way he was shaking and twisting his pelvis down 
against the hard cushion of the only chair in the tiny, disordered room. 

Then it was over. Very slowly his excitement began to subside. His fingers 
still gripped his cock tightly, desperately seeking just one more maddening 
thrill from the tingling column of flesh. Finally he gave it one more 
insistent stroke, then let his fingers slip away from the rapidly deflating 
organ. 

The model's naked body was still kneeling, still offering up her 
lust-inciting genitals to his inflamed eyes. But, he saw, his splashing 
juices had ruined the upper part of her body. 

Damn! he thought bitterly. He had paid five dollars for the magazine, and 
now he had ruined the best photograph to be found in its pages. He was 
tempted to try and clean the viscous fluid from the pages but, instead, he 
was suddenly distracted by a new thought ... one so powerful and erotic that 
his prick was starting to harden again. 

Reaching for the telephone that sat oh the floor next to his chair, he 
quickly dialed the number that he had memorized in the supermarket this 
morning. It was a number he wouldn't soon forget, belonging to a gorgeous 
blonde who had stood in front of him in the checkout line. The girl had been 
dressed only in a tight pair of cut-offs that showed every detail of her 
plump cuntal furrow, and in a sheer t-shirt that just barely contained the 
ripe swell of her melon-like breasts. 

He had gone almost crazy with desire when he had first seen her in the 
market, and it had been all that he could do to contain the swollen 
throbbing of his dick in his greasy jeans. He had followed her around the 
aisles, staying a few feet away, stopping when she stopped, almost losing 
control of himself when she bent down to pick a can off one of the bottom 
shelves. 

The girl hadn't stopped down as most women would have. Instead, she bent her 
upper body forward, then down, leaving her magnificently sculpted legs 
straight, giving the lust-filled Danny a splendid view of her pert little 
buttocks and straining thigh muscles. 

He had almost creamed his jeans right on the spot just thinking about the 
hairless asshole that lay beneath the cut-offs. But there had been no real 
plan.in his mind when he followed her to the checkout counter and waited 
behind her. When he got close he could see that she was truly beautiful, 
with masses of golden hair surrounding her perfect features. The girl had 
laughed over something with the checkout woman as she pulled out her 
checkbook and wrote a check for the amount of the groceries. 

Suddenly Danny was edging even closer. He could now see her name, her 
address, and her telephone number printed on the lower left-hand corner of 
the check. Every letter and digit became locked in his lust-fevered brain. 
And there was no trouble in recalling that telephone number and name now as 
he listened to the insistent ringing. 

"Hello," a sleepy voice suddenly answered. 

"Miss Willoughby?" he asked in a quivering, low-pitched growl. "Miss 
Rosemary Willoughby?" 

"Yes, who is this?" 

"Just a friend, Rosemary," Danny said with an obscene smile as he cradled 
the telephone between his cheek and shoulder, then hooked one slender leg 
over the chair's arm. "I just called to see how you were?" 

"What?" the girl asked, irritation evident now. 

"Who is this? Do I know you?" 

"I've seen you around," Danny chuckled lewdly. "I've seen you shaking your 
beautiful little ass around in those tight cut-offs! But, no, you don't know 
me!" 

His eyes were staring down at the come-sodden magazine photograph again,' 
his fingers snaking down to encircle his cock in a tight grip. 

"Is this some kind of joke?" the girl asked angrily. "Because if it is, I 
don't find it the least bit funny. You'd better tell me who this or I'll 
hang up right now!" 

"This is the ass-fucker, baby!" he chuckled, reveling in the horrified gasp 
at the other end of the line. "Yeah, baby, I want to fuck that tight little 
asshole of yours! You hear me ... I want to corn-hole you!" 

He was almost screaming now as the thunderous noise of the telephone 
receiver being banged down echoed in his ear. Suddenly there was only the 
dial tone. 

He listened to the signal for a few minutes, the pressure of his fingers on 
his cock increasing. His cock was hard and throbbing again, the scalding 
semen gathering once again in his balls as he pulled lewdly at the raw flesh 
in an excited attempt to make it come again. 

He could feel the semen gathering in his testicles again as his fingers 
raced up and down the thick shaft, pulling lewdly at the flesh in an excited 
attempt to milk the life-fluid out until it spewed madly out of the dilated 
tip of his massive prick. 

"Oooooohhhhhh . . . aaaggghhhhhh ... I'm . . . I'mmmmm 
cooooooommmmmiiinnnnnggggg ..." he moaned as his thin body suddenly went 
rigid and straining. 

Then, when his thin fluids had stopped oozing out of his cock, he relaxed in 
the chair and sighed with pleasure. 

"Wait 'til I shoot a load of my gism into your asshole, Rosemary 
Willoughby!" he said to the empty room, imagining that she was kneeling in 
front of him now. "I'm gonna blow my nuts in you, baby! My come'Il be 
shooting out of your fucking mouth!" 

As he sat in the chair and let his frantic breathing return to normal, Danny 
mentally calculated how long it would take him to get to Rosemary 
Willoughby's apartment. The address he had read on her check was about 
fifteen minutes away, in one of the quieter sections of the city. He could 
easily walk there before ten o'clock, he thought to himself, checking the 
time on his cheap wrist watch. 

"I'm going to fuck that tight little asshole, Rosemary," he said aloud as he 
got up from the chair and stuffed his flaccid cock back into his dirty 
jeans. He paced the room nervously, trying to get up nerve enough to put his 
lurid plan into action, his lust-fevered eyes sweeping over the pornographic 
photographs which were pasted on the walls of his room. They had been 
clipped from magazines that Danny had purchased or stolen over the months. 
The walls seemed covered with pictures of naked female bodies and groups of 
men and women in every obscene pose imaginable. Cocks were slamming into 
mouths and cunts and assholes in wild and lust-inciting profusion of 
groupings. Danny loved his collection above anything else that he owned. 

He stood in the middle of the room now, eying the lewd photographs and 
thinking about Rosemary Willoughby. She represented everything in the world 
that he hated. She would pay for all the snubs he had received from other 
women, for all the pain of knowing that they considered him beneath 
contempt. She had to suffer and suffer for all their sins. There would be no 
relief for her until all his pain had been extirpated! 

Now that his lust and need for revenge were at a fever pitch, Danny moved 
quickly. He drew a pair of pliers and a screwdriver from his toolbox in the 
corner, laying them out on the floor, than added a length of stout rope to 
the pile. From the drawer of his one dresser he took one of his prized 
possessions-a soft nylon stocking he had stolen from one of the apartments 
in the building. Then, stuffing all these items into the pocket of his denim 
jacket, he moved to the door and took one last look at the exciting 
photographs of the lusciously naked females covering the walls. His cock was 
hard again, hard and ready for action! His reeling, erotically fantasizing 
brain was filled with lewd images of Rosemary Willoughby's succulent young 
body. He could almost imagine the thrill of touching his massive column of 
flesh to her puckered little asshole for the first time and hearing her 
scream for mercy. 

"Okay, bitch," he muttered to himself, going outside into the boiler room 
and locking the door behind him. "Here I come, baby, ready or not!" 

He was chuckling with obscene anticipation as he made for the stairs that 
would carry him up into the cool night air. And every inch of his soiled 
flesh and deranged mind was alive with lustful thoughts of the beautiful 
young blonde who was to be his victim! 

He kept in the shadow, out of sight of the tenants who might be looking out 
their windows. This was no time to have one of them call on him to do some 
shitty repair job. He had only one stop to make before heading for Rosemary 
Willoughby's address. That was to check out with Barney Wijeck, the 
grossly-fat, loud-mouthed man who managed the building and made Danny's life 
a living hell. Danny knew from better experience that he hadn't better leave 
the building without telling Barney if he didn't want to feel the brutal 
man's fists against his head and body. 

The manager's apartment was near the building entrance. Danny rapped twice 
and waited for the door to open. When there was no reply he rapped again, 
this time louder. Nothing. Almost out of his mind with lust, he pressed his 
ear to the door, suddenly surprised to hear the faint voice of Georgia 
Mayers inside. Georgia was a luscious redhead who lived on the second floor, 
a middle-aged cunt whose creamy flesh and huge breasts sent shivers of 
erotic excitement thundering through Danny's loins each time he saw her 
lounging by the building's swimming pool. She had never given Danny a second 
look, even though there was a steady procession of men in and out of her 
apartment-men who arrived with that desperate look of hot sexual arousal on 
their face and men who left with limp cocks and satisfied smile. 

Even though he was impatient to be off to Rosemary Willoughby's apartment 
building, Danny couldn't resist the curiosity that was building in him. He'd 
never heard Barney talking about fucking the stunning redhead-and Barney 
bragged (or lied) about every real and imagined piece of ass he got. 

There seemed to be no point in knocking on the door again. Whatever Barney 
and Georgia were doing inside the apartment they seemed to be totally 
preoccupied. So, moving quietly, Danny moved away from the doorway and 
toward the small window that looked into the manager's apartment. 

His eyes widened in shock when he peered through the slit in the curtain 
that covered the window and saw the Barney standing in the middle of his 
front room, the fly of his trousers open, his meaty hand fishing out the 
swollen stub of his huge prick. There was a lewd, almost smug expression on 
the man's ugly face as he looked at Georgia Mayers. The redhead was standing 
a few feet away, her lush body enveloped in a revealing nightgown of bright 
red nylon. The neglige was half-open and Danny gasped as he saw the 
wondrously-large mounds of her milky-white Ipreasts staring out at him. A 
foot or so below the monstrous tits he could see the scarlet thatch of her 
pubic mound glistening and radiating its pulsing warmth. 

"What in the fuck do you want, Barney?" Georgia said angrily. "I gave you 
your cut... ain't that enough for you?" 

"No, bitch, it ain't enough for me," Barney spat out, running his fingers 
back and forth on his hardening prick. "Our deal was that I'd let you use 
that pad of yours for entertaining your Johns for twenty percent of the 
action . .. and for a piece of ass myself once a month. Well, baby, I want 
my pussy . . . and I want it right fucking now or you can pack up and get 
your ass out of here. I could rent that place to a half a dozen cunts who'd 
treat me better than you!" 

Georgia sighed bitterly, eying the thick column of flesh at Barney's groin. 
That had been their deal, and she'd kept her part of the bargain until this 
month, even though Barney Wijeck made her want to puke the way he used her 
body for his pleasure. She detested his fat, unwashed body and the way he'd 
half-kill her with his gigantic cock. No woman was built big enough to take 
the fourteen inches of hard muscle and gristle that projected out from 
Barney's groin. Not without being sore and out of action for a week, that 
is! And business had been slow lately. She couldn't afford to be laid up 
with an aching, painfully-stretched cunt even for a few days. 

"Come on, bitch," Barney coaxed lewdly, shaking his cock at her. "Get your 
butt up on the bed and spread those thighs for me. I feel like I could screw 
all night!" 

Suddenly a shiver of real fright ran through Georgia's voluptuous body as 
she stared down at the swollen spear. It looked bigger than ever before ... 
just like something you'd find slung under a horse or a mule. Just the sight 
of the monstrous rod made her cunt start aching already. Last month 

Barney had kept her in bed for twelve straight hours, pumping her agonized 
pussy with what seemed like quarts of his scalding semen, never even missing 
a stroke between her pitiful groans for mercy, rubbing her creamy thighs raw 
from the force of his steaming cock, jarring her bones with each hammer-like 
stroke until she was half out of her mind with pain and revulsion. 

Worse yet, she had had to cancel all her 'dates' for a week until her cunt 
healed again. Oh Jesus, she thought in desperation, I can't take another 
night like that! But she knew how difficult it was to find apartments in 
this city where a business like hers could be conducted without running 
afoul of the police. If she crossed Barney he might carry out his threat to 
evict her and call the fuzz! 

Outside, his breathing labored with erotic excitement, his hand massaging 
his own throbbing prick, Danny Gorman could hardly believe what he was 
seeing. So Barney was getting cut into the action, was he? he thought 
smugly. And the bastard had never once even hinted what a great deal he had! 
Well, by God, if Barney can screw that cunt so can I, he mused, almost 
overcome with lust. He'd find a way to get his share, too! 

His eyes were riveted to the redhead's incredibly sexy body as she suddenly 
dropped to her knees in front of Barney and pulled his fingers off his 
massive prick, replacing them with her own, looking up into his ugly face as 
if she were going to cry. 

"Let me suck it down for you, huh, baby?" she pleaded, caressing the 
repulsive spear as if her life depended upon it. "I'll make you feel really 
groovy, honey . . . honest to Christ, I will! I know how to treat a man's 
prick with my mouth, Barney .. . how about it?" 

The fat manager couldn't do much damage to her mouth, she thought bitterly. 
And even if he does, it wouldn't put her out of business like a stretched 
cunt would! Without her pussy she'd starve quickly ... lose her steady 
clientel to the other hookers in town. No, she couldn't risk that. 

"I don't know," Barney taunted cruely, turning the knife in her. "I ain't 
big on blow-jobs .. . what I like is a nice hot pussy milking my prick! Or," 
he said slowly j his eyes lighting up sadistacally, ". .. . or maybe I could 
cornhole you .. . that might not be a bad substitute." 

"Oh, Jesus, you ain't going to stick this goddamned thing in my asshole!" 
Georgia cried out in alarm, increasing the pressure of her fingers on 
Barney's pulsating cock as she leaned her mouth closer to it. "You just let 
me suck it.. . just relax and let me suck it...." 

Her words suddenly ended in a soft, gurgling sound as she ovaled her ripe 
lips and stretched her mouth open as far as it would go, shoving it down 
over the purplish knob of Barney's cock. 

"Holy Christ!" Danny Gorman whistled as he saw the redhead's mouth closing 
around the massive male joint. "She can't take that thing. .. she'll never 
be able to do it!" 

His heart was beating faster and faster as Georgia worked more and more of 
her mouth around the gigantic rod, forcing herself to squeeze the load in 
inch by painful inch. For a moment she thought she would choke on it. She 
was no stranger to sucking cock, had, in fact, loved to chew on a 
normal-sized male prick every chance she got. But this was different. 
Barney's organ felt as large as a telephone pole, filling every inch of her 
warmly pulsing oral cavern, throbbing hotly against her tonsils as he 
suddenly reached down and closed his meaty hands on either side of her head 
and thrust his hips forward, jamming the swollen prick deeply between her 
strained and stretched lips until her face turned blue and she looked as if 
she would die from lack of air. 

Danny wanted to scream out that Barney would kill the woman, but he said 
nothing. His whole body was trembling from the erotic scene being played out 
in front of him, and from the lust that had been building over the lewd 
thoughts of Rosemary Willoughby. His prick was jerking crazily against his 
thigh and for a moment he was afraid that his heated semen would suddenly 
begin spilling out involuntarily. No, no! he thought. I want to save it for 
that bitch's asshole! 

Forcing himself to turn away from the lurid sight of Georgia sucking 
Barney's cock was the hardest thing he had ever had to do, but force himself 
he did. There was no longer any need for telling Barney that he was leaving. 
That fat, over-sexed manager wouldn't be worrying about Danny for a long 
time to come. 

It was a thoroughly aroused Danny Gorman who finally stumbled out through 
the front portico of the apartment building and headed toward the address he 
had memorized from Rosemary Willoughby's checkbook. 

 Chapter Two 

Rosemary Willoughby was furious and a little afraid as she replaced the 
receiver of the telephone in the cradle and stood there for a few moments 
wondering what to do. Her slender body trembled and for a moment she 
considered calling the police. 

No, she thought quickly, they wouldn't be able to do anything. She 
remembered the tales she had heard from other women who had undergone a 
similar experience. The police had been helpless, and the only thing the 
telephone company could suggest was to change the number. She even 
considered trying to have Brad paged at the airport, to beg him to come home 
to her. But she knew that would only infuriate him now. He had stomped 
angrily out of the apartment. It was unrealistic to think he would come 
running home because of a telephone call that, while certainly obscene, was 
probably harmless enough. 

She went into the small kitchen and took a bottle of scotch from the cabinet 
and poured herself a drink. Damn, she thought bitterly, I don't even have 
any friends in this building! That would have helped, of course. But there 
was no one whom she could call a friend. She knew most of them by name and 
had exchanged pleasantries on occasion, but she would feel stupid unloading 
her troubles on strangers. 

"I've got to get my mind off everything," she told herself sternly, aloud, 
not caring that talking to one's self was probably the first step toward a 
nervous breakdown. If she could only get through this terrible night, if she 
could just forget her husband's enraged accusations about her frigidity ... 
then perhaps tomorrow she could think clearly about what to do. Suddenly she 
was terribly hungry. Gulping down the drink and pouring herself another, 
Rosemary began preparing a small steak and salad for herself. When it was 
finished she carried a tray with her dinner into the front room and sat down 
on the couch. Her fingers fiddled almost unconsciously with the knobs of the 
stereo, filling the room with soft, restful music while she picked at her 
food and let her mind wander over her unhappy life. 

Other women enjoyed sex. Other women, in fact, loved the feel of a smooth 
male cock sliding up into the warm, moist hole between their legs, reveled 
in the sensations that a man's penis could give them. She wasn't entirely 
naive about life. She had read the stories and articles in the magazines 
telling how wonderful sex could be. Yet not once in her life had she felt 
the least stirring down there in her creamy pussy. Never had she felt 
anything but revulsion and fear when he wanted to use her body for his own 
pleasure. 

Oh, yes, Rosemary knew all about the orgasms that women were supposed to 
have. She knew that a man's touch was supposed to inspire wild passion in a 
female, to take her to the peak of ecstasy, to break down all barriers of 
morals and inhibition, to leave her a flushed, satisfied mass of gratified 
flesh when it was over. 

She wanted to laugh bitterly at the way she felt when Brad's brutal cock 
ripped apart the fluted lips of her cold pussy, how she loathed the way he 
sweated and grunted over body like an animal until she felt his oozing sperm 
splattering her inner-flesh-How sick to her stomach she became when he 
suggested something even more perverted for her to do ... things like taking 
his penis into her mouth-things like wanting her to allow him to suck at her 
vaginal flesh! 

Stop it! Stop it! she screamed silently. 

She finished her meal and pushed the tray away. Suddenly she wanted to 
immerse her lush young body in a steaming hot bath, to let the water wash 
away all her thoughts and cares. The telephone call was almost gone from her 
mind now, but Brad's angry words were still echoing in her tortured ears. 

She ran into the bathroom and stripped off her clothing as she ran the tub 
of water. As she felt the cool air wash over her naked body she couldn't 
help but stare at its reflection in the full-length mirror that was mounted 
along one wall. What in the hell is so different about my body than other 
women's? she thought, already suspecting the answer. There was a natural 
perfection about the straining, succulent breasts and the smooth flesh of 
her hips' and legs that left no doubt in her mind that she was more 
beautiful than other women. She blushed slightly when her gaze fell down 
onto the golden triangle of silken pubic hair between her thighs. 

She would have given anything in the world to feel any sensation down there 
but revulsion. To be able to spread those gorgeous legs for Brad ... to let 
herself wrap them around his hard-driving back and hold him to her body as 
he fucked into her cunt ... that would have been the most desireable thing 
in the whole damned world! 

Almost involuntarily she spread her legs aprt and let her fingers snake down 
into the warm, moist crevice between them, sliding the tips up and down over 
the damp lips of her pussy, trying somehow to inject life into the 
anesthetized flesh. Her blush deepened as she remembered how her mother had 
found her exploring her pussy one day in the bathtub. The mother's face had 
gone livid with rage and she had screamed obscenities at the terrified 
eight-year-old Rosemary. And never again had Rosemary touched herself 
unnecessarily down there again. 

Not until tonight, that is. 

As she gently probed the little hood of flesh at the top of her succulent 
cunt, the sensitive tips of her fingers worming their way into the 
moisture-laden velvet, she gasped at the sensation of warmth when she 
reached her mormant clitoris. 

"Ooooohhhhhhh!" she squealed, her heart beating faster, her whole body 
flushed with sudden shame and embarrassment. It was as if a small fire had 
been lit down between her legs, a fire that was strangely frightening and 
welcome at the same time. 

Confused by the unfamiliar shudder that swept through her body she forced 
her hands out of the damp crevice and stepped into the tub, lowering her 
voluptuous body down into the steaming water and letting out a loud sigh of 
pleasure as the scalding moisture enveloped her. It felt like the warmth 
that had surrounded her the first night of their honeymoon. There had been 
pain, too, of course, a terrible stab of agony that had left her breathless 
and trembling. But afterwards, when he had spent himself in her, there had 
been one split-second of longing and pleasure. 

And then it had gone, replaced by shame and loathing and the memories of her 
mother's harsh outbursts against sexual ecstasy. 

She looked down over her magniflcient breasts, surprised to see that her 
right hand was resting on her plump pubic mound again, the slender fingers 
lovingly grazing over the tiny vaginal slit between her thighs. 

"Oh God, what am I going to do?" she asked herself aloud, knowing that her 
marriage was ruined unless she could throw off the terrible inhibitions 
which bound her like a heavy chain. 

Suddenly she thought of that obscene telephone call again, and her mind 
tried to focus on whether or not she had remembered to lock and bolt the 
front door after Brad had left. Oh, well, she thought, not wanting to get up 
from the wonderful warmth of the comforting tub, I'll check it when I go to 
bed. 

Thin beads of perspiration were covering Danny's forehead as he neared the 
two-story apartment building in which Rosemary Willoughby lived. There were 
no pedestrians out tonight and only an occasional car passed him on the 
street as he walked. 

His massive cock was throbbing and pounding wildly in anticipation of what 
was to come tonight, and he massaged it roughly with his thin fingers, 
grinning lewdly. It was a warm night, much too warm for the leather jacket 
he wore. With his free hand he patted the equipment in his pocket, then the 
ring of key-picks on his hip. He knew how dangerous it might be if the 
police stopped him and found these things, but that was just a chance he had 
to take. 

Suddenly he saw the numbers on Rosemary's building and he knew he had 
reached his destination at last. Most of the lights in the building were 
out, but the entryway with the mailboxes was well-lighted, and he went up 
the steps and quickly scanned the list of tenants. Noting the number of her 
apartment, he looked around warily, cringing as he heard a door open and 
loud voices. 

Racing back down onto the sidewalk, he looked around for the apartment's 
parking lot. It lay a few steps ahead. His feet moved quickly toward the 
driveway as he hugged the building. As he went toward the back of the 
building he smiled to think how secure people felt in the isolation of their 
apartments. Even in those buildings where the front door and lobby were 
locked, Danny knew that in nine out of ten cases the back door would be 
open. 

He paused again as he rounded the corner of the building, his eyes searching 
for the back door. The parking lot was about half-full, but there was no one 
there to bother him. He moved swiftly toward the door, listened for a 
moment, then tried the handle. It was unlocked. Smiling, he opened it and 
peered down the long hallway. To his right was a stairwell that led to the 
upper floor. In a moment he was gliding up the staircase noiselessly, his 
sneakered feet making no sound on the concrete. 

His pulse racing dangerously, he stopped at the second floor and cautiously 
opened the door. When he saw no one in the hallway he went down it quickly, 
his eyes searching for the door he wanted. 

His thickly pulsing cock felt like it was going to burst in the fly of his 
jeans as he took the lock-picks from his pocket and selected one. 

This was the moment of truth, he knew, and a cold shiver ran up and down his 
perspiring body as he delicately played with the lock. 

I'm going to fuck that sweet little asshole of yours, baby! he said 
silently, praying that the chain lock on the inside wasn't fixed in place. 
Suddenly the tumblers fell into place and the knob silently twisted, pushing 
the door all the way open. 

Oh, Jesus, I'm going to ram your asshole, bitch... ram my cock so far up 
into that little rectum it'll be coming out of your goddamned mouth! 

He swiftly moved into the apartment and closed and locked the door behind 
him, his eyes trying to adjust to the dim light of the front room. There 
wasn't a sound in the apartment. 

Suddenly, frighteningly, his body tensed and he wanted to scream as he heard 
the telephone ring behind him. The only way he could prevent himself from 
doing just that was to bite down as hard as he could on his lip, drawing 
salty blood. 

Rosemary Willoughby was as startled at the loud ringing as Danny. Without 
thinking she reached out of the sudsy tub and reached for the receiver. 
Having a telephone installed in the bathroom had been Brad's idea, something 
that Rosemary considered an extravagence, but one for which sjie was now 
thankful. She was already speaking into the telephone before it occured to 
her that it might be the obscene caller again. By then it was too late. 

"H-h-hello?" she said in a terror-stricken voice. 

"Baby, this is Brad," the comforting tones of her husband's firm voice 
replied. "I've only got a few minutes before my plane leaves, but I wanted 
to call and tell you how sorry I am about that argument." 

"Oh, Brad, darling," she gushed, relieved beyond belief. "I love you, 
darling... I love you so much!" 

"Look, honey, we'll work things out when I get back from New York," he said 
rapidly. "We can do it... I know we can! Everything will be fine once we get 
to the root of your... I mean, our problem. We'll go to a counselor, both of 
us . .. we'll find out what's causing you to be so up-tight about sex!" 

"We will" she cried out, tears of happiness welling up and spilling down 
over her flushed cheeks. "Oh, darling, I promise we will!" 

They spoke for a few more minutes, then Brad told her his plane was being 
called and he had to leave. It was with great reluctance that Rosemary 
replaced the receiver in the cradle. 

And then she got up from the tub, the steaming water dripping erotically 
down over her glistening, naked body. 

Danny listened on the extension telephone until the line went dead, a 
lust-crazed expression on his face. So you're old man is going to New York? 
he chuckled silently as he quietly put down the phone. This was incredible 
good luck for him. He didn't understand what most of the conversation was 
about, but he knew now that Rosemary Willoughby and he weren't going to be 
interrupted by the husband. It had never occured to him that the beautiful 
blonde might be married. Somehow the thought of raping another man's wife 
was even more exciting than if she were single. Brad Willoughby had had more 
than his share of Rosemary's cunt, now it was Danny's turn, he told himself. 

He turned and went toward the back of the apartment. 

Rosemary studiously avoided looking at her luscious body in the mirror as 
she dried herself with a soft towel. And just the touch of her own fingers 
on her voluptuous, cherry-tipped breasts were enough to make her long for 
Brad's hands. She fought to control her emotions as she mentally 
reconstructed the telephone call. Everything would be alright, she told 
herself as she lifted one long, gorgeous leg up onto the toilet seat and 
dried it gently. 

Suddenly she tensed as she heard a slight noise from somewhere near the 
front of the apartment. It was strange, because the building was 
soundproofed, and she rarely heard any noises from the other apartment. 

Get hold of yourself, she thought. You're still as jumpy as a cat over that 
obscene telephone call. She hadn't told Brad about the call, but now she 
wished she had done so. She told herself that tomorrow she would call the 
police and report, even if it was a futile gesture. And when Brad came home 
she would have her number changed. 

She was almost finished drying herself now except for the damply quivering 
spot between her legs. It was a rear temptation not to touch herself there, 
but she didn't, afraid of the confused, shameful sensations she had 
experienced when she first got into the tub. 

Suddenly she saw a dark shadow fall across her legs and she looked up, a 
horrified, startled look on her face and a cry of terror welling up in her 
throat. 

Before she could scream, Danny moved quickly across the room and clamped his 
brutal fingers over her mouth while, with his other hand, he twisted one of 
her slender arms painfully up behind her back until she thought she would 
pass out from the terrible agony. 

"Don't make a sound, you fucking bitch!" he snarled, tightening his grip on 
her arm and causing her to slam into the wall. "Just don't make a sound and 
you won't get hurt, understand?" 

It had all happened so quickly that the lovely blonde's mind was still 
unable to comprehend what was happening to her. She was frightened half out 
of her mind, her legs trembling uselessly as if they were boneless. Only the 
brutal youth's strength held her upright. 

Oh God! she thought, thinking about all the stories she had read of women 
being raped and killed. He's going to kill me! I know he is! 

The bath towel had dropped to the floor, leaving her body naked and 
defenseless. Despite the peril she knew she faced from the unknown intruder, 
she blushed deeply at the thought of him devouring her unclothed flesh with 
his lust-filled eyes. A wave of nausea swept through, magnified by the cruel 
hand pressing over her mouth and almost shutting off her breathing, and by 
the awful pain that came from her twisted arm. 

She struggled wildly, kicking his shins and twisting back and forth in a 
vain attempt to escape her captor. But she was totally helpless and she 
heard him laugh at her feeble attempt to get free. 

"Go ahead and fight, bitch!" Danny spat out, feeling the quivering mass of 
lovely flesh against his own body. Tangled blonde hair was matted between 
them and he could smell the fresh clean aroma of her body. Then he gave a 
brutal twist to her arm and she almost collapsed from the new pain. 

Oh God! she thought irrationally, he's going to break my arm! 

She stopped struggling as she felt him relax the hold on her waist. For a 
moment she thought he was going to let her go. The rough material of his 
jeans was scrapping the tender flesh of her still-damp buttocks and she 
could feel a warm, hot, throbbing mass pressing against her. 

Suddenly he released her and spun her around to face him. At the same time 
he clenched his right fist and brought it up quickly, striking her a cruel 
blow on the chin. She had only time time to fill her tortured lungs with 
life-giving air before stars exploded in the back of her brain and her whole 
body slumped down onto the cool tile of the floor. 

Danny watched with excitement and fascination as the beautiful young wife 
came down heavily. Her head fell forward onto her luscious breasts and her 
legs spread out under her, exposing the tiny cuntal slit between her creamy 
white thighs. He could see a bruise forming on her chin where he had struck 
her and he hoped that he hadn't hurt her too badly. He wanted her awake ... 
and damned soon! 

"You're going to get it in a minute, cunt!" he said to the unconscious girl, 
bending down and taking her body into his arms. The girl's dead-weight was 
more than he had anticipated from so slender and willowy a body, but he 
managed to struggle upright. He went into the bedroom, dumping her 
uncerimoniously onto the bed, reveling in the plump little hair-covered cunt 
that lay blonde and lovely between her legs. 

Rosemary groaned and stirred, but didn't wake up. Pulling the rope from his 
pocket, Danny quickly cut it into four lengths. Then, using the silk 
stocking, he gagged her mouth. When that was done, he tied each of her arms 
and legs to the bedposts until she was spread-eagled and helpless. 

She was face down, her whole body glistening with a thin film of 
perspiration and the remains of her bathwater. He leaned over, anxious for a 
close look at the object of his perverted lust. With no thought as to the 
pain he was inflicting upon her, he pulled her quivering asscheeks apart and 
licked his lips as her puckered little hairless anal opening came into view 
between the valley of her buttocks. 

"Man . .. look at that!" he said smugly, feeling his huge cock pounding and 
throbbing painfully at his groin. "Oh Jesus, look at the beautiful asshole 
on this cunt! I never seen anything like it!" 

With one hand he held the buttocks apart while he fumbled at his fly with 
the other. In a moment his pulsating hardness was free and it jerked wildly 
about as he continued to stare down at the tightly bound girl. 

He suddenly heard her moaning and trying to raise her head off the bed. 
Excited beyond anything he had ever felt before, he climbed up onto the bed 
and stretched his body out alongside hers. She had managed to twist her head 
around so that she was lying with one burning cheek pressed into the soft 
mattress while she stared into his lust-blazing eyes. 

Horrified by what she saw, Rosemary tried to turn away. She was looking into 
the very face of evil incarnate. With a shudder of piteous agony she 
realized that nothing or no one was going to save her from the most awful 
torture her naive brain could imagine. 

"What's the matter, cunt?" Danny asked lewdly. "Don't tell me you don't want 
a little cock! Shit, you bitches is all alike, I know! As soon as the old 
man leaves town you start getting an itchy twat, right? I'll bet you was 
getting all nice and clean for your lover, huh? Was you going to call him 
and tell him to come over and screw you?" 

She shook her head Violently, silently pleading with the lust-charged youth 
to leave her alone. But she could see nothing but the evil and hatred in his 
eyes. Suddenly he snaked one of his slender hands under her body and began 
clawing obscenely at her breasts, making her groan with pain as he pinched 
and probed at the defenseless nipples. 

"Lay still, bitch!" he ordered, almost out of his mind with desire for his 
helpless young victim. Grinning lewdly, he took one of her straining nipples 
between his fingers and pinched it as hard as he could, laughing cruelly at 
the tears of agony that sprang quickly to her eyes. 

She was shivering uncontrollably and she could feel his hot breath on her 
face as he continued to maul her tender breasts. She prayed fervently that 
she would pass out and be spared the awful agony of what was certain to 
come. She tried desperately to pull her arms and legs free, but was 
frustrated by the tight knots of the rope around her wrists and ankles. 

"Stop it!" he snarled. "I ain't going to tell you again, bitch! You just lay 
quiet and you won't get hurt too much, you get me?" 

She nodded weakly. Her only hope now was to have him satisfy his perverted 
lust quickly and then leave her still alive. She could take the terrible 
degradation of her body ... she had to! 

"Good. You just lay still, Rosemary, and we'll get along just fine!" 

She was surprised to hear him speak her name, and she suddenly realized that 
this was the same voice as the one on the telephone. That fact was quickly 
forgotten as he pulled his hand out from under her trembling body and began 
running it up and down over her naked back, edging closer and closer to her 
shivering buttocks. The calloused palm scraped her tender flesh harshly and 
she groaned when his fingers pulled her asscheeks apart and pressed lewdly 
down into the cringing crevice. 

"Uuuunnnggghhhh!" she screamed wordlessly as he suddenly pressed his thumb 
against her cringing rectal opening, his fingernail tearing at the tightened 
sphincter and drawing blood. Her hips bucked wildly in a vain attempt to 
escape the probing pressure that was bringing her new agony. She snorted 
loudly as she tried to breathe through her nose ... past the tangled mop of 
silky blonde hair that was wrapped around her face. The stocking that 
prevented her opening her mouth was so tight that she couldn't even poke the 
tip of her tongue out. 

"Here it comes, bitch!" Danny said with a deranged laugh as he moved around 
on the bed until he was kneeling behind the horrified girl, his thumb still 
pressing cruelly against her tiny hairless anus. "Get that sweet asshole 
ready, because I'm going to ream it out with my cock!" 

For the first time she realized the awful implication of his words. He was 
going to put his penis in her rectum! Her terrified mind reeled from the 
thought. It was too awful even to imagine. She couldn't take him there! Her 
bottom was much to tiny to be able to take the massive throbbing penis 
without killing her-splitting her apart! 

Danny didn't even bother to strip off his jeans as he readied himself behind 
her. His cock was pulsating and jerking about wildly, banging into her 
tender asscheeks as the rubbery purple tip strained toward her puckered 
nether opening. His eyes were glazed with lust and sweat poured down over 
his face as he suddenly shoved his thumb brutally into her asshole. He felt 
her whole body stiffen in agony from the unexpected invasion. 

Rosemary almost passed out from the horrible stab of torturous pain that 
made her buck and twist wildly. It felt as if her whole body was on fire ... 
a raging, searing pain that was mind-boggling. His bony finger was in almost 
to the first knuckle, scraping the warmly buttery depths of her rectum raw. 
She screamed incoherently, fighting with every ounce of her strength to 
escape the cruel ravishment of her anus. But the ropes at her wrists and 
ankles held her tightly. 

With his other hand, Danny grabbed the two bed pillows and stuffed them 
under her writhing stomach so that her ass was raised slightly in the air. 
As he leaned forward over her, his wildly throbbing cock was pressed firmly 
against her buttocks, adding to her shame and degradation. 

On and on the invading fingers came, ripping and tearing at the velvety 
inner rectal flesh and sending new jolts of electric agony through her. She 
prayed as she had never prayed before. The torture had to end before she 
lost her mind ... it had to! 

Tears of pain and humiliation ran from her cheeks as the awful enormity of 
what he was about to do hit her again and again. He was going to force his 
penis fully up her virginal rectum in an act so unspeakable and disgusting 
that she didn't even know it existed. This was the ultimate humiliation as 
her unwilling body was being punished and used in the most obscene and 
degrading way possible. She would never live through it-wouldn't want to 
live through it. She could never again face the world after this horror of 
subjugation. She would surely die! 

Rosemary made one last attempt to pull away from the pain-filled finger that 
was clawing and probing at her anus-but it was useless. He planted the palm 
of his free hand on the small of her back and pushed down cruelly, trapping 
her between the pillow and the finger that was digging brutally into her 
back passage, expanding it unmercifully as he twisted and turned the finger 
in the tight, narrow hole and prepared it for his coming assault with his 
iron-hard cock. 

"Here it comes, cunt. . . here it comes!" 

He suddenly pulled the finger from her asshole. It seemed to slip out 
reluctantly, the elastic ring of the anus clinging to it until it popped out 
with a disgusting sucking sound. He forced her legs wider with his knees, 
dropping his head to her buttocks and licking wetly at the ravaged crevice 
between them, moistening the tiny hole in preparation for the entry of his 
enormous cock-shaft. 

"Go ahead and shake that ass," he snorted, his cruel eyes boring into the 
puckered and cringing hairless opening. Then he moved swiftly away from her 
and positioned himself behind the writhing body. 

Rosemary felt his hands on her hips, jerking them up until her buttocks were 
high in the air behind her. Her anus throbbed in abject helplessness. 

"You want it, bitch," he grunted sadistacally, ignoring her obvious terror. 
"I know you want it!" 

His knees brushed her thighs wider apart, the material of his jeans scraping 
against the inside of her tender flesh. She was held wide and helpless, 
completely at his mercy, and she groaned in horrified frustration. 

His hands grasped harshly at her hips, holding them steadily in the air as 
she felt the long, thick cock impress itself in the moistly naked slit of 
her behind. She gasped from the heated contact. It seemed huge and scalding. 
She could never take the thing into her rectum ... never! She jerked forward 
again, attempting to move up on the bed ... away from him. 

She was rewarded with a brutal slap on her kidneys. 

"Stop it! Goddamn you, you lay still or I'll kill you!" he shouted. He 
wanted only to shove his pulsing cock deep up into her asshole and fuck her 
as she had never been fucked before. All of his patience was gone and he 
would have killed her at that moment if she frustrated his evil lusts any 
further. 

He leaned forward over her back until she couldn't move. She was wide and 
helpless before the unnatural onslaught of the depraved youth. She could 
feel the heated pole of his cock probing hard between her upturned thighs 
and forcing itself into the damp crevice between her buttocks. 

His hands pressed down over her asscheeks, his thumbs pressing on either 
side of the tiny puckered anus-stretching it wide. Then she felt a probing 
between the thumbs that was hard and rubbery at first and terrified her with 
its scalding warmth. 

NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! OH GOD .. . NNNNNNNOOOOOO! she screamed 
wordlessly in a soul-shattering but incoherent groan as she felt the tightly 
resisting, pressure-filled nether ring giving way before the unyielding male 
penis, the tip os it suddenly popping inside her with a horrible jerk. 

She was groaning and screaming in earnest now, but the sounds were lost 
against the stocking that was tied across her mouth. There was no one to 
help her. There was no one in the world ... all that existed was the 
excruciating torture of her anus from the beast-like youth behind her and 
the cruel hands pressing her shoulders down on the bed. There was no escape 
from the horror and degradation of the depraved attack on her helpless body. 
The blunt intrusion of his thick cock vibrated through every nerve in 
succulent young body, pushing the soft, rubbery flesh inside her widely 
stretched anal passage in great waves of pain before it. Filling her 
backside ceaselessly as though she were being impaled on the trunk of a huge 
tree. She groaned again and again as the torture continued and he pressed 
forward, shoving his penis fruther and further up into her asshole with 
excited yelps of pleasure. 

Her reeling- brain was filled with flashes of exploding pain as she 
struggled frantically to pull herself forward and away from the terrible 
agony of his massive prick. She was impaled like a pig on a spit, and her 
whole body strained to expel the invading cudgel that was stretching her and 
threating to split her apart. 

Behind her, Danny was muttering obscenities and gasping with sadistic 
pleasure. He groaned as he felt his balls slap heavily against her naked and 
trembling buttocks. Suddenly he knew that he was inside her battered asshole 
as far as his prick would go. He paused for a moment to savor the exquisite 
sensation of flesh against his cock, then began to saw rhythmically in and 
out of the soft depths, bringing new groans of excruciating horror from her 
lips. The perverse sensations of pleasure in his cock from the madly 
contracting asshole filled him with a sense of mastery that almost 
overwhelmed him as he thrust harder and harder in and out of the ravaged 
girl's anal opening. He could feel the tiny ridges of her pink, clasping 
flesh massaging his prick as it withdrew for another vicious lunge and he 
wished he could relax the whole weight of his body on her back so that he 
could visually enjoy the sadistic sight as well as feel it. 

The horrible pain was trearing Rosemary apart and she had never felt so 
soiled and debauched in her young life. Her whole behind felt as if it were 
being ripped apart by his gigantic penis. He didn't miss a stroke, levering 
up on his knees and beginning to lunge the full length of his punishing cock 
deep into her with long, smooth strokes. She was dimly aware of Danny 
chuckling to himself and pushing down against her back with each brutal 
stroke the rampaging cock made into her mutilated asshole, trapping her 
servile body between the skewering hardened male shaft and the pillows. She 
was hopelessly held in this cruel kneeling position, painfully bent like an 
errant slave before its perverted master. 

Her body jerked and quivered and her thighs convulsed as an extra-hard 
thrust seared into her tortured asshole. She could hear him grunting with 
pleasure through the silenece of the room ... a silence punctuated only by 
the obscene sound of his flesh slapping against her naked and wounded body. 
For the first time in her life she hated someone enough to kill him. She 
wanted to destroy Danny Gorman, to kill him painfully for the degradation 
and humiliation he was heaping upon her body against her will. In spite of 
her pain, she clasped tight her anal muscles, trying to rip the plunging, 
throbbing column of flesh from his body. 

AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" he groaned happily. "Jesus, baby, that's great. .. keep 
it up . . . oooooooohhhhhhhh, mannnnnnnn, I can't wait to blow my fucking 
nuts in your asshole!" 

His head was thrown back in ecstasy now from the warm clasping flesh 
enveloping his own ironhard cock. 

Rosemary knew she couldn't stand the indecent sodomization of her bottom 
much longer. The humiliation and pain was too great for her to bear. 
Kneeling in total submission to the lewd rapist was too much for her mind 
... her tormented mind-to absorb. She had to end it somehow before she went 
crazy. Despite the tortured agony he was inflicting upon her, Rosemary's 
mind was remembering how she sometimes brought her husband to a quick orgasm 
to escape his brutal ravishment of her luscious body. It had been 
humiliating and degrading, she knew, to have to force herself to pretend to 
enjoy Brad's lovemaking ... but it had speeded his climax. 

Could she do it now? she wondered in self-disgust and shame. Could she 
actually force her brutalized and ravished body to respond to him so that 
his depraved lusts would be satiated more quickly? 

Involuntarily, as though her body were a separate entity from her mind, she 
felt herself beginning to move backward to meet the save forward thrusts of 
his cock, undulating her hips and swinging her buttocks in tiny, rotating 
circles, clasing his penis tightly with the rubbery ring on his outstroke, 
relaxing as he drove forward again. She blushed deeply at the thought of 
what she was doing ... even though it was the only way to save her sanity. 

Danny felt the sudden change in her movements and groaned, thrusting into 
her with renewed bursts of savage power. He knew she was his now ... his to 
do with what he wanted. She was a slave kneeling before him and prepared to 
follow his every command. There was no resistance left in this innocent 
young piece of lovely flesh impaled on his cock. He would give it to her now 
as she had never been fucked before and she would love it ... she was loving 
it! His irrational mind and lust-charged body surged with feelings of 
supreme power as he felt the movement of her buttocks and the arching 
hollows of her back as she worked and ground back into him her long blonde 
hair falling over her face and around her neck and back as she squirmed 
lewdly in front of him. 

Nothing she had ever done in her life had been harder for the tortured young 
wife. She was turning herself into a whore for the depraved rapist! She was 
forcing herself to pretend pleasure in order to get the obscene act over 
with when all she felt for him was raw, naked hatred. She wondered how long 
she could keep up the pretense and she prayed that it would be over for her 
soon. The pain was almost unbearable now and her face rolled from side to 
side on the mattress, flushed and burning with the intensity of her effort 
and the embarrassment she felt for herself. She bucked and churned her body 
beneath him, feeling he was nearing his end, grunting and groaning out her 
incoherent encouragement to him and pleading with the motions of her body 
for him to end it and fill her behind with the hot sperm of his orgasm. 

Danny was wild with a renewed desire and from his own irrational thoughts. 
No longer was he just a lowly creep unnoticed by the world, unable to find 
sexual relief except in his pornographic photographs and in the uncaring 
bodies of prostitutes. In his deranged mind he was a master now ... master 
and complete ruler of this beautiful young girl ... able to make her serve 
him as he wished to be served. The whole world seemed his for the taking now 
... he could have any cunt he wanted! He had proved it tonight. What had 
begun as a brutal ass-rape had turned into a sex-crazed animal, with his 
helpless victim fucking back at his cock like an unchained demon! 

 Chapter Three 

He began to ram into her rapidly and savagely, hard and deep, battering the 
quivering buttocks with his wiry pubic hair, gripping the tops of her thighs 
with his hard fingers, squeezing with all of his might to pull her back over 
his expanding prick like slipping a tight sleeve over a muscular arm. His 
eyes bulged widely at the spectacle of her young body bucking back at him 
and the sadistic desire to hurt her rippled through him as he lunged forward 
again with a mighty thrust that seared up her stretched anus like an arm of 
fire. He would punish her for all the hurt that had ever been inflicted upon 
him by the whole damned world! 

"EEEEEEKKKKKKKKKK!" she screamed piteously. Before the sound had even 
stopped he rammed into her asshole again, this time even more brutally. 
"AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH!" she wailed. 

With the last half-scream, half-groan, Rosemary could feel in her agony that 
the giant tormenting cock was growing even bigger and expanding more than 
she would have imagined possible. She thought it would never stop. It was 
killing her, stretching the muscles of her asshole beyond all recognition. 

"You like it, don't you, you fucking cunt?" Danny screamed at her, saliva 
dripping "down from his chin and mingling with the heavy sweat from his 
forehead. His eyes were wild and he was unable to focus from the tremendous 
pressure he felt racing up through his forehead. His eyes were wild and he 
was unable to focus from the tremendous pressure he felt racing up through 
his aching balls that slapped brutally against Rosemary's inner thighs. "By 
God, you've never been screwed like this before, have you?" 

The terrified young blonde wife ignored his questions, praying fervently 
that the awful assault would soon be over. The blunt instrument of his 
massive penis was shuddering through every straining nerve of her rectal 
passage with racking torrents of pain. Her eyes overflowed with tears as she 
moaned in total submission, knowing that she had no other choice. 

Danny Gorman suddenly lifted his weight from her back and pushed himself 
erect, his eyes going immediately to the erotic spot between her asscheeks 
where his huge cock rammed in and out of her cringing anus. He could see the 
thick, bloated prick rasping in and out, pulling the rubbery, mutilated 
walls of her rectal passage outward when he withdrew, then pushing them 
inward again as he viciously lunged forward and buried the whole steaming 
shaft far up inside her bottom. 

The brutal rapist's lust-crazed moaning signalled that the end was nearing 
and it gave Rosemary the courage to continue. She began to move faster 
despite the horrible pain that filled her whole body, knowing that she had 
to hurry before he ruined her life forever with the awful stretching pain 
that seemed to tear at the very depths of her tortured soul. She ground back 
against him, clasing her anal muscles and milking the juices of his sperm 
toward the end of his pummeling rod. 

The tight ropes were chafing her wrists and ankles as he drove back and 
forth with his crushing cock, and Rosemary knew that the tender flesh was 
being rubbed off them without mercy. 

Instinctively his hips began to move faster and he jammed his massive, 
throbbing cock viciously into her hairless, wide-stretched asshole, 
squeezing and tearing at the soft flesh of her defenseless thighs with his 
rough fingers. His cheeks were puffed and flushed as he fought for breath 
and more strength to prolong his sadistic rape of her luscious young body. 

Oh God, make it over soon! she pleaded silently. Make him come now so he'll 
stop before I lose my mind! Her whole convulsing body was being consumed in 
a sheet of liquid pain and her eyes bulged out from the brutality of his 
crazed assault. 

Then, mercifully, a loud choking sound came from deep in his belly and he 
lunged forward with one soul-shattering thrust, sinking his jerking prick as 
far as it would go into her ravaged little asshole. Suddenly he was spilling 
the scalding juices of his come deep, deep into her bowels. His body was 
shaking and trembling spastically as floods of the heated male semen flooded 
her ravaged insides, until, with a coughing sound in his throat, he 
collapsed in a limp heap and lay exhausted on her back, forcing her down 
into the stained mattress. 

Groaning with relief, Rosemary felt the huge, slimy cock slip out of her 
asshole with a loud sucking sound. It's over! she told herself happily, it's 
all over! But her relief was short-lived as she felt him life himself off 
her body and lay on the bed next to her, his disgusting prick next to her 
mouth. He was propped up on his elbows staring down at her and smiling an 
evil grin. 

"That's about a hot little asshole you got there, bitch!" he taunted. "You 
sure know how to take down a guy's cock!" 

He was chortling insanely, reaching down to hold her face when she tried 
desperately away from the obscene, snakelike male penis that was only inches 
from her mouth. 

"Well, cunt, I got another treat for you . . . I'm going to let you suck my 
cock now!" 

As the horrible words echoed around in her reeling brain and her eyes 
widened with renewed terror, Rosemary began to scream through the strip of 
nylon stocking that covered her mouth. 

Then, just when she knew her tortured mind could take no more of the 
sadistic cruelty, she felt her whole body go limp and an inky darkness 
descend over her. 

From somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind a protective mechanism had 
been triggered to save her from complete insanity at the brutal treatment 
she had received. 

Danny watched with mounting anger as her eyes closed and her limbs settled 
lifelessly on the mattress. "Fucking bitch!" he screamed, slapping her 
across the face with his hand. "I ain't done with you yet! Oh, no, baby, I 
ain't half finished with you!" 

Grinning insanely, he snaked his body down until he was kneeling behind her. 
He pulled her asscheeks apart and giggled at the sight of her torn and 
bleeding rectal opening, watching it contract involuntarily as he pulled her 
buttocks apart. The puckered little hole was oozing strings of sticky white 
semen ... his semen! 

Rosemary's smooth white ass was still elevated from the pillows that he had 
shoved under her body and he reveled at the sight of her ravaged body and 
the deep bruises his fingers and his cock had inflicted. Suddenly, without 
even being aware of what he was doing, he plunged his fevered face down into 
the valley between her half-moons and began licking wildly at the torn and 
bruised flesh, moaning and gulping at the same time as he tasted her 
delicious cunt. 

The beautiful young blonde wife regained consciousness slow and painfully. 
Her head was still filled with a mindsaving darkness that had blotted out 
the memory of what she had just experienced at the hands of the brutal 
ass-rapitst, but her body was struggling to escape the wetness and searing 
agony that now filled her whole defenseless crotch. She moaned and shifted 
her weight, trying to evade the rasping tongue that worked over her naked 
upturned buttocks and pussy like a piece of rough sandpaper. 

Suddenly her eyes flew open and she was completely aware of what was 
happening to her. She gave a low, gutteral scream, kicking her legs at the 
same time in a vain attempt to push away the perverted youth. Oh my God! she 
thought wildly, he's licking my pussy! The thought was so revolting that she 
felt as if she were going to throw up. How could he do something like that? 
Was there no limit to his depravity? 

Behind her, Danny pulled away, his face smeared with pussy-juice, 
perspiration, and his own saliva. 

"So you're finally awake, huh?" he said excitedly, patting her churning 
asscheeks with his rough hands. "I thought you were going to be out forever, 
bitch!" 

He raised his body and got off the bed and stood there looking down at her 
completely helpless body. Her eyes were pleading with him to free her, but 
he ignored the piteous stare and lewdly massaged his half-swollen cock. He 
was suddenly very hungry and he wondered in there were something in the 
apartment to eat. He could hear his stomach growing and he patted it 
obscenely. 

"Hey, baby, I'm going to have a little snack before we get down to business 
again. All that fucking gave me a hell of an appetite!" 

He chuckled at his own attempt at humor. 

"You just lay there and think about sucking my prick, bitch!" he snarled. 
"And don't try and get away, honey, those ropes are good and tight!" 

The full import of his words struck her like a fist He isn't through with me 
yet! she moaned. All of her hopes were dashed as she realized that her 
ordeal was to continue. Tears of self-pity and fear welled up in her eyes as 
she watched him saunter toward the bedroom door. 

"After I get my own belly full I'm going to feed this to you," he giggled 
insanely, turning around and fondling his disgusting prick. "Yeah, I'm going 
to give you a meal of good hot prick!" 

His laugh was still ringing in her ears as he disappeared through the 
doorway. Despite the horrible fear that made her tremble violently, Rosemary 
knew that she would have to act now if she was ever going to save herself 
from the insane rapist. She tugged at the ropes holding her wrists and 
ankles and gasped from the pain that her movements brought her. It felt as 
if her four limbs were raw and bloody from the tight ropes that held her 
spread-eagled to the bedposts. 

She could see now that her wrists were in fact mutilated and bruised. 
Gritting her teeth she gave another tremendous pull, wincing from the agony 
of the taut rope against her tender flesh. She paused, her breasts heaving 
from the exertion. She could hear him slamming doors in the kitchen, and the 
thought of what he would do when he returned was enough to make her brain 
reel with horror. 

What am I going to do? she thought in desperation. I can't take anymore! In 
the space of less than an hour her whole life had been turned upside down. 
She was no longer the naive and innocent young wife she had been when Brad 
had left for the airport. Now she was a soiled and degraded victim of a 
madman ... a woman so humiliated and brutalized that no man ... not even her 
husband-would ever want her again. Her entire life was ruined and she wished 
that she could just shut her eyes and die. 

But a voice in the back of her mind told her that she had to try and escape 
... no matter what the consequences might be. Somehow she had to get free 
and get help. It wasn't only for her own sake that she prayed for 
deliverance from the brutal rapist. How many other girls and women had he 
ravaged in the past? And how many would he force his perverted lusts on in 
the future? 

Her brain was racing with fear and she told herself that she had to calm 
down before he came back and carried out the threat he had made to make her 
fellate him. The very thought of having that swollen, bloated organ between 
her lips made her ill. 

She was still pulling at the ropes that bound her when she heard her 
attacker's voice from the doorway. 

"You ain't gonna get loose, bitch," he chuckled lewdly. "But go ahead and 
try, it ain't no skin off my ass, you're just gonna make them knots tighter 
and cut off the circulation!" 

He was carrying a piece of cold chicken in his hand, pulling at it with his 
teeth as he spoke. Bits of it fell to the carpet and, when he had finished, 
he tossed the bone to the floor. 

His hunger temporarily abated, he came across the room and rummaged in his 
jacket for more of the clothesline. Rosemary watched in horror as he cut 
another length of the stout rope and looped it around her throat and tied a 
knot in it. 

Oh my God, he's going to strangle me! she thought. She was going to be 
killed! She exploded with a strength she didn't know she had, bucking and 
twisting away from him, kicking her limbs violently. 

"For Christ's sake, stop it," he snarled, watching the terrified girl 
struggle. The end of the rope was tied around her neck now but in her 
desperate attempt to escape it the end flew out of his hand. His hand 
grabbed it again and jerked it as hard as he could while at the same time he 
slapped her face as hard as he could with his other hand. "Jesus, I told 
you, I ain't going to kill you! Honest, I ain't, just stop that fucking 
fighting!" 

Stunned by the blows and by her own exhaustion, Rosemary suddenly went limp 
again. She lay there fighting for breath and groaning piteously. Get it over 
with! she wanted to shout up at him. Only, please, please, don't make me 
suffer any more!" 

She felt his hot rancid breathing as he leaned over her. For the first time 
since entering the apartment, Danny Gorman was afraid that he might go too 
far in his lust-crazed rage and seriously injure the beautiful girl. Rape 
and assault were one thing ... the police didn't even catch a tiny 
percentage of the rapists running around. But he knew that there would be no 
effort spared to find him if he accidentally killed the girl. The thought of 
spending the rest of his life in prison suddenly sent a chill of horror up 
and down his spine. 

"Hey, I wasn't going to hurt you," he said, his voice softening as he 
guessed what his victim was thinking. "I was only going to put the rope 
around your neck so I could take off that stocking from your mouth... I just 
didn't want you screaming your head off!" 

The words gave Rosemary some hope, but she wasn't at all convinced that she 
could trust this brutal, half-crazy youth. But she did want the stocking off 
so that she could breath regularly again ... and perhaps even talk him out 
of doing what he threatened! 

She looked up into his eyes, pleading for understanding. 

"Will you promise not to scream if I take off the stocking?" he asked. 

She nodded her head violently, the long blonde hair matted around her nose. 
Surely he would respond to her verbal pleas, she thought irrationally. He 
would listen to her if she begged him to go away and not hurt her anymore. 
She wondered how much money there was in her purse. She could offer him that 
and tell him that she wouldn't call the police if only he would leave her 
alone! At that moment she was certain that she wouldn't call the police and 
have her horrible degradation and shame made public! 

Danny tightened the rope around her neck, ready to jerk it if she screamed. 
Then he reached down and awkwardly untied the nylon stocking. 

Rosemary gasped from the unexpected air filling her lungs, but she recovered 
quickly, gulping down long, cool draughts. It seemed wonderful to be able to 
breathe again and she ran the pink tip off her tongue around her puffy lips. 

"Don't scream or make any noise," Danny warned, giving a little tug on the 
rope collar. 

"I won't," she promised in a voice that bore little resemblance to her own. 
"But, please, please, don't hurt me again .. . take whatever money and 
things you want here and just leave ... I won't call the police ... oh God, 
I swear I won't!" 

"Don't worry, honey, I ain't going to do nothing you won't love," he giggled 
crazily. "You do just exactly as I tell you and you won't get hurt, 
understand? You think I'm just a fucking burglar, is that it? Well, I ain't, 
bitch! I come here to get my rocks off and I ain't leaving until I do! 
You're my fucking slave and I'm your goddamned master, baby . .. just like 
in the fairy stories!" 

He paused for a moment and then gave a jerk to the rope around her neck, 
wanting her to understand the awful power he held over her, causing the 
agonized young wife to cry out with pain. 

"You understand?" he demanded. 

"Y-y-y-yes ... yes . .. YESSSSS!" she yelped, seeing the insanity in his 
wild-eyed stare. 

"Good. Now maybe I can get my prick sucked since you understand who's boss 
here, right?" 

She nodded quickly again, afraid that he was going to choke her again. 

"I'll do anything else you want, only don't make me do that," she pleaded, 
feeling her stomach churn again at the obscene thought of taking his slimy 
penis into her mouth. 

"Don't tell me you don't like to eat cock, baby," he laughed, enjoying the 
absolute power he held over the blonde beauty. "A good-looking cunt like you 
must be fucking and sucking cock all the time. I'll bet you give your old 
man all the head he wants, don't you? I'll bet you just love to have his 
prick ramming in and out between those juicy lips. I know all about your 
kind of broad .. . oh, yeh, bitch, cunts like you shaking your asses around 
in the stores and on the streets .. . just begging for some guy to 
proposition you!" 

"No ... it isn't true," she moaned. "I've never done anything like that... 
not even with my husband! You've got to believe me!" she begged, overcome 
with a new sense of shame and humiliation. She had to make him 
understand.that she wasn't that kind of woman. 

He laughed again, reaching under her to roughly massage her already bruised 
nipples and make her cry out in alarm. "Shit, I saw you in that store. You 
was half-naked and didn't give a shit who saw your tits or your ass! Don't 
give me that bullshit about what a pure little piece of ass you are! I want 
my cock sucked, and you're going to do it!" 

Before she could reply he reached up and untied the rope that was attached 
the right bedspot. As soon as it was free she tried to pull away but he 
slapped her again. 

"Stop it, cunt," he ordered. "I'm just going to turn you over." 

He worked quickly, untying the other rope and forcing her body around so 
that she was twisted painfully on her side. He brought the two ropes 
together and bound them around her wrists in front. Then he untied the ropes 
around her ankles and pushed her all the way over onto her back. 

She lay there trying to cover her pussy area with her bound hands but he 
pulled them away. She blushed deeply as she saw him pull her legs apart and 
hold them almost at right angles to her trembling body, his eyes boring into 
the creamy white thighs and the blonde silk triangle that protected her 
pinkry quivering pussy slit. 

"Maybe I should fuck you in the cunt first," he mused, overcome by the 
loveliness of her plump little pussy lips and the coral-hued inside flesh 
that was exposed to him. "Yeh, maybe I should shove my prick up into that 
tight little cunt. I really dig a good tight pussy . .. that's why I like to 
ass-fuck so much. Most broads got cunts you could drive a truck into!" 

The choice that was presented to the terrified girl was hardly reassuring: 
She could either be raped in the vagina by the insane and brutal youth or 
she could use her mouth as a recptacle for his obscene seed. 

"Please," she pleaded, ". .. . if you leave now I won't call the police, I 
promise you. Just leave me alone. Take whatever you want and go!" 

She could see that her words were having no effect on Danny Gorman. Instead 
of replying, he suddenly thrust a hard finger past her cuntal lips and deep 
up inside her cringing pussy. 

"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!" she screamed, almost overcome with new shame and agony. 
"It hurts ... oh God, you're hurting meeeeee!" 

Another finger joined the first and Rosemary was soon twisting out of 
control. The more she struggled the more he probed and scraped the delicate, 
petal-like folds of her pussy-flesh and added to her painful distress. It 
soon felt as if he were going to shove his whole dirty hand up inside her 
cringing pussy. 

AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!" she wailed, kicking and screaming at the same time-as the 
horrible pain continued. Nothing seemed to help the searing fire in her 
crotch and for a terrible moment Rosemary was afraid that he was going to 
reach up inside her and pull her womb out. 

"How do you like it, bitch?" Danny sneered, reveling in the humiliation and 
degradation he was heaping upon the helpless woman. It seemed as if all the 
hostility and hatred he had built up over the years was suddenly unleashed 
in a wild orgy of sadistic lust. 

He felt his throbbing cock jerking erect at his loins and adding a new 
sensation to the insanely erotic feelings that surged through his slender 
body. He had to shove his cock into some warm part of her body right now ... 
had to once again relieve the terrible ache that was building and 
threatening to blast his swollen cock and balls apart. 

Moving with lightning speed, he pulled his fingers out of her tortured cunt 
and moved up over her trembling body, straddling her and trapping her arms 
under his weight. His massive prick pulsated just inches from her face and 
she could see ever obscene detail of the awful organ. Rope-like veins pumped 
heated blood up and down through the huge shaft and the thick rubbery 
cockhead glistened threatening. She shuddered at the thought of her own 
excrement clinging to the massive column of flesh, and she imagined she 
could smell the pungent aroma of his semen wafting down at her nose. 

She clamped her jaws tightly shut, gritting her teeth and vowing not to open 
them even if he killed her. This was the ultimate degradation and she 
wouldn't couldn't ... willing cooperate in an act so depraved. 

But Danny knew exactly what to do. He pinched her nose and shut it tightly 
with his fingers, laughing lewdly as her mouth suddenly flew open to gulp in 
the needed air. Before she could close it again he shoved forward and 
downward until the thick knobhead was aimed directly at her full, ripe lips. 

AAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGGG!" the lovely young blonde shrieked, fighting the 
nausea that rose in her throat. She had never tasted anything so horrible as 
the flesh that was pressing steadily into her oral cavern. She struggled 
desperately but on and on it came, filling every inch of her mouth with male 
cock. Her jaws were being stretched beyond belief but there was no relief 
for her. There was a sharp clicking sound as her jaws expanded even more to 
take in the massive organ. Frantically she tried to use her tongue to keep 
out or slow the awful progress of his bloated cock as it raced toward the 
back of her throat. 

Suddenly the thick, wiry hair was scraping her chin and she felt the obscene 
weight of his swollen testicles against her throat. Oh my God! she thought, 
I can't do this . . . it's too horrible ... I can't! She realized that she 
wasn't getting any air into her lungs because of the thick cock choking her, 
and because of his fingers still clamping her nostrils tightly shut. 

Shaking her head, she frantically tried to dislodge the lust-charged cock, 
succeeding only in allowing more of the rancid-smelling meat to surge back 
toward her throat. 

And now she was absolutely certain that she was going to die. 

Jennifer O'Brien lay on her bed in the next apartment listening to the 
muffled noises and voices coming from Rosemary Willoughby's bedroom. She was 
a tall, voluptuous brunette with huge breasts and a willowy body that sent 
most men's pulses racing excitedly when they saw her. 

Tonight she was dressed only in a sheer black nightie that was open in the 
front, baring her melon-like mounds and the dark tangle of her pubic curls. 
And she was also wearing a very disturbed expression on her lovely face. 

The noises next door had awoken her a few minutes ago. At first she had 
tried to go back to sleep, attributing the sound to another argument between 
Rosemary Willoughby and her handsome husband. But she had sat up and pressed 
her ear to the wall when she remembered that she had seen Brad leaving the 
building with a suitcase in his hand. They had stopped and chatted a few 
moments on the front steps, and he had definitely told her he was leaving 
for the airport to catch a flight to New York. Strangely, when she put her 
ear to the wall she heard nothing. Telling herself that it must have been 
her imagination, Jennifer lay back down on the bed and lit a cigarette, 
inhaling the smoke deeply as she thought about her lovely young neighbor. 

As a part-time model, Jennifer had plenty of time to spend around the 
building's swimming pool. She had tried to get acquainted with Rosemary 
there, but the young wife had been shy and even a little embarrassed by 
Jennifer's uninhibited stories about her sexual adventures. As a 
consequence, she and Rosemary had never progressed past the point of 
superficial friendship. Jennifer recognized that Rosemary was as naive and 
innocent as she herself had been years before, before she had become 
hardened and sophisticated about men and life. 

But she was reassing her thoughts about the young wife now. Maybe the little 
bitch has a lover for when the old man goes out of town, she told herself 
lewdly. She knew she had heard something in the next bedroom, and that 
something sounded suspiciously like the noises of sexual frenzy. If what she 
thought was true, it wouldn't be the first time someone like Rosemary had 
concealed a raging passion beneath an appearance of total innocence. Almost 
all the females that Jennifer knew were screwing around on their husbands or 
boyfriends, she thought cynically, why not Rosemary Willoughby too? 

Still, it did definitely seem out of character for the stunningly beautiful 
girl. And Brad had suggested on more than one occasion that his young wife 
was frigid. Jennifer had made it plain to the handsome husband that she was 
more than willing to make up for any sexual deficiency that Rosemary might 
have, but he had only blushed and changed the subject. 

Suddenly she heard another sound, as if someone were screaming in pain. She 
leaped up again, pressing her ear to the wall once again. The scream was 
choked off as quickly as it had begun, but Jennifer knew that there was a 
man in the next room from the husky male voice that was speaking 
incoherently. 

She had to find out what was going on over there, she thought, getting out 
of bed and slipping into a bathrobe. She was tempted to telephone the 
manager and ask him to come up, but she hesitated, not wanting to embarrass 
Rosemary if it were a lover in there with her. No, I'll just go over and 
have a quick look myself, she told herself. Jennifer had been around too 
long to be worried about herself. If something was happening in Rosemary's 
apartment that required the police, one loud scream from her would surely 
bring them quickly. 

"What's the matter, bitch, need some air?" Danny Gorman asked in a low, 
gutteral voice as he saw his helpless victim turning blue from the lack of 
oxygen. He pulled his fingers off her nose, allowing her to suck in 
lifegiving air. 

"NNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH!" Rosemary yelped incoherently as the horrible 
mouth-impalement went on. Her mind reeled with horror and she kicked her 
legs out and dug her heels into the mattress to try and get leverage to 
dislodge the brutal youth. 

Danny was excited to the point where all rational thought was gone from his 
lust-charged brain. He impatiently gripped her tangled hair with one hand 
and jerked upward so that another fraction of an inch of his cock slid into 
her mouth. Then, still holding her hair in a vice-grip of pain, he began 
ramming his enormous prick into her resisting oral cavern. Her teeth raked 
painfully against his huge male hard-on, making him groan like an animal 
but, oddly, Danny seemed to relish the sharp sensation, for his lewd ardor 
seemed to mount urgently, and his body quivered with masochistic joy. 

He was all the way in now, the great heated shaft of his lust-swollen cock 
stuffed deep in the tortured young blonde's mouth, almost to the back of her 
tensely contracted throat. Then suddenly, with a low grunt from deep in his 
chest, Danny drove it forward again, plowing every last inch of his achingly 
alive cock deep into her throat. She felt his heavy balls smaking hard 
against her chin, and her nostrils flared involuntarily open in disgust at 
the putrid aroma of his genitals. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes, this time 
from the helpless gagging and choking sensation caused by the lewd rotation 
of his cock's throbbing knobhead up against the roof of her mouth. Slowly he 
slickened the entire length of his prick with her warm, wet saliva and then 
began to fuck viciously in and out without mercy. 

By sheer force of will, Rosemary was able to endure the degradation of his 
increasing strokes, relaxing her lips and thereby lessening the force of his 
brutal assault. She realized that by allowing herself to surrender 
totally-as she had done when he ass-fucked her ... she could spare herself 
additional torment. Sensing the beginning of her surrender, Danny relaxed 
his vise-like grip on her tautly-pulled hair. 

Aware of the fact that she was totally helpless, the lovely blonde wife was 
grateful for even this small mercy. Once again she was a sexual slave to his 
raging lusts and there was nothing she could do except to give in to the 
savage rapist. 

Surely he can't go on like this for long ... his stamina and lust have to 
run out sometime! she thought bitterly. No one ... not even someone so 
depraved as her attacker could maintain such a high level of erotic arousal 
for long! At some point his heated desire had to be sated. 

But for the moment he was a demanding slavemaster and she his helpless 
victim. Rosemary tried to shut out the terrible horror from her mind and 
concentrate on other things. Involuntarily her own mouth began to suck at 
his relentlessly burrowing hardness with an insistent rhythm of its own, 
opening and closing wetly around the roughly intruding thickness. Her tongue 
was trapped underneath the massive shaft while her teeth scraped along both 
the top and bottom of his gigantic rod, pressuring it and sending fresh 
thrills running and surging through the rapist's madly thrusting loins. 

The half-crazed girl was startled to find that she possessed an almost 
instinctive sense of how to please her attacker, for her sucking and the 
lewd, wet noises of her lips began to take on a rapidly increasing deftness 
... partially born of her desperation to have the depraved act over with 
quickly ... partly out of a shameful desire to punish herself for allowing 
such a horrible thing to happen. Somewhere deep in her subconscious she 
seemed to draw a masochistic desire to punish herself even more than he was 
degrading and torturing her. The lurid need was rushing headlong into 
action, taking over her mind and body, functioning out of control. Suddenly 
grateful that she would survive, she allowed this barbaric aspect of herself 
to have full sway over her mouth. Then, in final and complete surrender to 
the lewd act she was being forced to perform, her alter-ego assumed total 
control. 

Danny's heart was pounding like a jackhammer now as he fucked his cock into 
her mouth with ever-growing intensity, letting the sensitive head rasp 
harshly against the roof of her mouth. He moaned with bestial satisfaction 
as he pressed the lust-thickened rod of flesh as far back against the 
smoothness of her throat, sending shivers of lurid ecstasy coursing through 
his pumping loins. 

Rosemary, her own sense of horror mounting rapidly and making her brain reel 
with shame and guilt, suddenly found herself bringing her tightly bound 
hands up to touch the exposed part of his hotly thrusting cock. Almost 
before she could stop herself little gasps of surrender began to rumble up 
from deep in her cock-filled throat as her overwhelming female instincts to 
please her lover became more and more attuned to the salacious rhythm of his 
eagerly thrusting prick. 

Sensing her increased willingness to pleasure him, Danny's obscene feeling 
of total mastery over the lovely blonde swelled enormously and his body grew 
sizzlying hot, every inch of his lean, hard-muscled frame flush with 
forbidden passion as he rammed his bloated penis almost maniacally into her 
greedily working mouth, shoving his tautly straining hips forward with 
barbaric strength and determination. 

I've got to please him and get this over with! the lovely blonde's mind 
ordered ... and her lips obeyed. She was sucking hungrily now, enveloped in 
a strange and disturbing torrent of unwanted sexuality. A hotly tingling 
warmth raced through every part of her body and she was lost in the steady 
pounding of his thickly swollen, mouth-fucking prick, absorbed completely in 
helping the lewd rapist achieve his climax. 

Incredibly, down between her creamy thighs, her pussy walls began to throb 
warmly in unconscious sympathetic excitement, growing wetly moist with 
perfumed secretions and salving the torn flesh where he had so brutally 
rammed his fingers. Her softly pulsing cuntal lips throbbed open like flower 
petals in the wind, the thin, hair-fringed edges of her cuntal mouth 
expanding and contracting as if his lust-bloated rod was actually fucking up 
into her pussy instead of her sucking mouth. 

"Mmmmmnnnnnnnnnn," she moaned excitedly as she felt the new and exciting 
warmth spread outward from deep inside her pussy to make her thighs and 
stomach glow with perverted pleasure. 

Her loins were now churning with extraordinary swirls of heated, lascivious 
sensuality. She flushed deeply with shame and horror at the thought of 
actually finding anything but total revulsion at this act. She could hear 
him groaning in wanton pleasure as he towered over her, his dirty jeans 
scraping her sensitive nipples into a straining hardness as he bucked his 
pelvis forward into her face with the steady force of a jackhammer, 
thrusting his wetly excited cock deeper and deeper into her now eagerly 
receptive mouth and throat. 

"Oh, baby, suck it for me!" he squealed down at her, his saliva falling 
obscenely on her forehead. "Suck it, bitch, eat my prick... make me come ... 
oh Jesus, that's it, blow my fucking nuts forme!" 

He knew he was going to come soon, for his heavily slapping balls were 
churning with a deep aching sensation. Knowing that the moment of triumph 
was not far off, he redoubled his fucking motions, thrusting his cock 
mercilessly into her mouth while the lovely blonde sucked voraciously at his 
cock like a feeding infant. 

She knew that she had suddenly changed into a wanton whore, a gutter slut, 
and yet, as repulsive as her enforced sucking was at first, she couldn't 
help herself now. It was as if she were being drawn up in the vortex of an 
obscene hurricane. 

His obscene demands began to thrill her in a way she had never imagined 
possible. There was nothing in her past experience to prepare her for the 
shock of feeling lust ... raw, naked lust. It was degrading and shameful, 
she knew, but the very perversity and inescapability of the situation was 
exciting her beyond belief! She was being forced to suck the lust-swollen 
cock of a brutal stranger and she was enjoying it! Actually loving it! Hot 
moisture was seeping wetly out of her helplessly contracting cuntal depths, 
trickling shamelessly down her inner thighs. Her clitoris was alive and 
throbbing passionately for the first time in her memory. It burned like 
wildfire, devouring her, making her brain reel with confusion and desire. 
The unfamiliar sensations were tearing her apart with their intensity, 
making her weak with humiliation for her wantonly awakened sexuality. 

It was mad ... insane! How could she take any pleasure in her own brutal 
mouth-rape? Even her torn and bruised asshole was a constant reminder of his 
savagery ... of what he had already done, and of what he might do again! 

"I'm going to come, you cock-sucking, bitch!" he grunted. "Suck it harder . 
.. wrap those fucking lips around my prick and suckkkkkkkkk!" 

With a power that seemed unbelievable, a thick jet of white scalding liquid 
burst from his quivering cock and exploded against the back of her throat. 

At first the intrusion of thickly heated male semen shocked the brutalized 
young wife ... the force of its eruption making her choke and gag. But as 
gush after lewd gush of madly jetting white sperm filled her bloated oral 
cavern, she knew she had no choice but to swallow it down or drown in it. 
Amazingly, as she gulped it down, she found the overwhelming sense of 
barbaric pleasure returning with a force that shocked her. Soon she was 
draining her vicious young attacker with a deep, sucking urgency that made 
him growl with delight. 

Finally, after what seemed like hours, the copiously-flowing male semen 
slowed and then was over. Danny let his softening cock slide out of her 
mouth and then rolled off her and lay panting on the bed. 

"Jesus, baby, that was great. .. just fucking great!" he said-at last, 
coming up to rest his body on one elbow and stare at her humiliated face. 

Rosemary couldn't face him now that it was over. She blushed deeply, slowly 
wiping a disgusting string of sticky come from her lips with her hands, 
feeling faint and ashamed for what she had just done. A gnawing warmth still 
spread through her lower body and she had a delicious tingling sensation in 
her gaping cunt. Despite the torrent of animal passion that he had forced 
her to feel, she had not climaxed, and she had to fight to keep from 
plunging her fingers up into the warm wetness of her cunt and trying to 
finish what he had started. 

Slowly, however, the warm glow began to fade from her and she stared up into 
his face ... his sweating, animal-like face with the smugly curled lips and 
the expression of cruel triumph. She was still bewildered by what had 
happened to her, still filled with self-hatred for responding so eagerly to 
his attack. She closed her eyes tightly to shut out the leering face of the 
brutal youth who sprawled next to her on the bed. 

"You don't fool me, bitch," Danny said as he saw her close her eyes and 
blush. "You enjoyed sucking my cock. You ain't no different than any other 
cunt. .. just show 'em a good stiff prick and they beg you to gobble it for 
you!" 

You dirty bastard! How dare you! Rosemary's brain screamed silently. How 
dare you shame me like this and then say that to me! But she knew deep in 
her aching cunt that he was right ... that most women were exactly like that 
when confronted by a hard male penis. But she couldn't admit that to him! 
She opened her eyes again and looked up at the smiling youth. 

"Will you please go now?" she asked in a whisper. 

For a moment there was a stunned look on the boy's face, as if he couldn't 
believe his ears. Then a burst of mocking laughter exploded from his lips. 

"Leave you now?" he snarled. "Are you jiving me, cunt? I ain't going 
nowhere! This fucking party is just getting started. You think I'm some kind 
of fruit who can only fuck a couple of times a day? Not on your life, baby! 
I can screw as much as I want! And I'm going to fuck tha, t beautiful little 
asshole of yours again!" 

The horrified, ravaged girl could hardly believe her ears. She had done 
exactly as he had ordered. She had let him sink his revolting cock into her 
mouth and spill his seed there. Now, despite that monumental horror; he was 
going to continue to abuse and torture her! She knew she couldn't take any 
more without going crazy! 

Exploding with rage, she brought her bound hands up and began beating 
against his chest with all of her strength, screaming angrily at the same 
time ... shouting obscenities that had never passed through her lips before. 

Suddenly both their bodies stiffened as the front doorbell began to ring. 

 Chapter Four 

"Who in the fuck can that be?" Danny asked in a fear-filled whisper, 
clamping his hand over Rosemary's mouth to prevent her from screaming out 
her misery. He could see the alarm clock on the bedside table and the hands 
told him that it was much too late for a visitor. 

Rosemary watched, wide-eyed and wary. The ringing came again, this time 
followed by loud raps on the door. 

"Well, who the fuck is it?" Danny repeated, relaxing the fingers that 
covered her mouth just enough for her to answer, but ready to clamp over her 
lips quickly again if she screamed. "Who, damn it, who?" 

"I don't know," she replied. Her mind was racing with hope. Maybe it's Brad, 
she thought irrationally. Maybe he missed his plane or just decided to come 
home! 

"Okay, bitch, then let's you and I go see, huh!" he whispered, getting up 
from the bed and half-carrying her toward the front door of the apartment. 
The bell was ringing again, this time more insistently. Someone wanted in 
very badly, he thought, and he would have to figure out some way to thwart 
them. 

His hand was still clamped tightly over her mouth, her hands and ankles 
still bound, so she didn't represent any danger to him at the moment. The 
danger, when it came, was from outside ... from the unknown person who was 
now loudly knocking on the door and threatening to wake up everyone in the 
building. 

As they approached the door he was delighted to see the little round 'eye' 
sunk into it at head level. At least he would be able to see who it was now. 
He held Rosemary tightly and peered through the hole, startled to see a 
lovely brunette woman standing outside the door. The dark-haired female was 
dressed only in a thick robe, and she was staring intently at the door, her 
hand raised to rap again. 

"Who the fuck is that?" he whispered to Rosemary, shoving her in front of 
the door and letting her look out through the peephole. 

He heard her give a gasp of recognition. 

"It's Jenny from next door," Rosemary gasped without understanding why her 
neighbor should be pounding on her door at this hour. 

Desperate, fear racing through his body and mind, Danny tried to think what 
to do. It was now obvious that the girl on the other side of the door wasn't 
going to give up until she woke up the whole damned building. If he didn't 
stop her there would be heads poking out of other doors soon and people 
wanting to know what was happening. He had to do something right fucking 
now! 

"Okay, bitch, you fucking asked for it!" he scowled, pulling Rosemary away 
from the door and grabbing the rope that was still tied around her neck and 
jerking it. "Listen, cunt, I'm going to open the door for a minute. You just 
stand there and keep your goddamned mouth shut or I'll strangle you, 
understand?" 

He gave a vicious jerk on the rope to emphasize his words, causing the 
agonized young wife to wince with pain. 

"Y-y-yes," she stammered, thinking that she was about to be rescued. Somehow 
she had to let Jenny know what was happening to her. 

Danny turned to her with his hand on the doorknob. 

"Remember, cunt, not one fucking word!" he warned. 

With a swift movement he pulled the door open slightly and jammed his body 
into the space, effectively blocking any view of the apartment from the 
outside. 

"Who in the hell are you?" Jenny O'Brien demanded of the slender, 
sharp-faced youth who confronted her. She could see that he wore neither 
shirt nor shoes, and that his whole appearance suggested something decidedly 
unsavory. 

"I'm just a friend," Danny stammered warily. "Yeh, that's it, I'm a friend 
of Rosemary and her husband. What do you want?" 

The dark-haired neighbor scowled incredulously. One thing was very certain 
... neither Rosemary nor Brad would have any friends like this creep! 

"I want to talk to Rosemary," she insisted, trying to push the door open 
further but finding his whole weight behind it. 

"She don't feel good," Danny pleaded, his whole body shivering with fear. 
"You're the broad who lives next door, right? Well, she'll talk to you 
tomorrow. Listen, I gotta close this door now . .. it's late." 

"Just a minute, buster, I want to hear that from Rosemary herself!" Jenny 
cried out, using all of her strength to hold the door open. Her voice was 
hard and there was more than a hint of implied threat in her voice. 

Danny's hands and legs grew weak as he faced the determined woman. There 
seemed to be no way out of his dilemma except by letting her come in. She 
obviously had no intention of just taking his word for anything. And she 
probably would return to her apartment and immediately telephone the police. 
Jesus H. Christ! he thought in desperation, I wonder if I can take care of 
both these cunts? The terrified young blonde was one thing, but Jenny looked 
as if she could take care of herself. 

"Open up right now and let me in!" Jenny demanded, pushing harder against 
the door. She stood on her tiptoes and tried to see over his shoulder. 
"Rosemary? Are you all right, baby?" 

"Fuck!" Danny exploded, enraged at the woman's persistence. He suddenly 
stepped backward and let go of the doorknob, causing the door to fly open 
and Jenny to fall into the apartment as the support was suddenly taken away 
from her straining hands. 

"Hey!" she cried out, sprawling onto the floor and watching, wide-eyed, as 
Danny slammed the door shut behind her. "What in the fuck is going on here?" 

"Shut your fucking mouth, cunt!" the enraged rapist hissed, dropping to the 
floor beside her and raising a clenched fist to her surprised face. "Just 
keep your goddamned mouth shut or I'll belt you! You wanted to come in . .. 
well, here you are, you dirty rotten bitch!" 

He waved his other hand toward the cowering, terrorized Rosemary who stood a 
few feet away, her face a study of unqualified horror, her naked young body 
shivering with fright and shame. 

"Rosemary!" Jenny shrieked, ignoring the youth's warning and leaping to her 
feet. She quickly crossed the floor and took her naked young neighbor in her 
arms. "Oh, baby, has this bastard hurt you? Has he, honey?" She suddenly 
turned and stared at Danny Gorman, her eyes blazing with hatred. "You dirty 
cock-sucker! Ill kill you . .. I'll tear your goddamned cock out by the 
roots if you've hurt this poor girl!" 

Her rage was genuine and she had no thought for her own safety. The only 
thing that mattered was protecting the innocent young neighbor from this 
creepy youth. It seemed obvious now what had happened, and she was 
determined to stop it immediately. But she could see from the way Rosemary 
stared at her with uncomprehending eyes that it might already be too late to 
save the girl's sanity. 

Danny was terrified, but not deterred by the enraged words. He stepped 
closer to Jenny and Rosemary, brandishing his sharp pocket knife at them. 

"You will, huh?" he said with more bravado than conviction, suddenly 
enjoying the excitement of this additional danger. He couldn't help but be 
aware of the fact that he now had two beautiful women at his mercy. He felt 
his limp cock springing back to life and beating painfully against his jeans 
as he stared at them. "Listen, cunt, if you really want to help your friend 
here you'd better not threaten me!" 

As he spoke an obscene smile played across his thin lips and he let his eyes 
wander up and down over Jenny's shivering body, wondering what erotic 
delights lay beneath the thin robe. 

"I'd just as soon kill both you cunts than look at you!" he warned 
ominously. He was lying, but they had no way of knowing that. "Of course, if 
you both play along for a couple of hours I'll split and let you alone. All 
I want is some more fucking before I go. How about it, ladies?" 

The two lovely women could only stand and look at the corrupt youth with 
disbelief written all over their faces. Apparently it wasn't enough for him 
to have raped and brutalized Rosemary Wiiloughby. Now he wanted to ravage 
both of them! 

Rosemary could feel her neighbor's warm body pressing against hers 
comfortingly, and suddenly she couldn't stand it any longer. She had to tell 
someone what had happened to her ... had to make Jenny understand that she 
hadn't been at fault ... that it was all the perverted youth's doing! 

Ignoring Danny Gorman, she began to gasp out all the things that had 
happened since he had broken into the apartment and surprised her in the 
bathroom. Her beautiful face was flushed with misery and despair as she 
tried to find words to adequately describe the deranged youth's savage 
attacks on her defenseless anus and mouth. 

The dark-haired neighbor listened with mounting horror as the awful words 
tumbled out of Rosemary's mouth. Oh God! she thought to herself, it must 
have been awful for her! It was apparent now that Rosemary had been almost 
completely naive about the more sophisticated ways of achieving sexual 
satisfaction. The thought of the naive girl having to undergo such 
monumental cruelty as ass-rape and forced sodomization of her virginal mouth 
was shocking. She swore silently to herself that she would get even with the 
cruel youth, no matter how much it took in terms of time or effort. Somehow 
he had to pay and pay dearly for having driven Rosemary Willoughby to the 
very brink of madness with his sadistic cock! 

"You rotten mother-fucker!" she cried out at Danny Gorman when Rosemary had 
finished the lurid tale. "With all the young cunts running around today just 
asking for someone to fuck them, you pick on someone like her! How goddamned 
sick can you get?" 

It was Danny's turn to become enraged and he raised a clenched fist. "Don't 
lecture me, cunt!" he snarled. "I take what I want... I don't ask nobody, 
get it! And don't give me any shit about your goody-goody friend here. She 
almost went nuts when I stuck my cock into her mouth. Man, she chewed my 
knob like a real pro! I've had blowjobs from experts and, believe me, she's 
no amateur giving head!" 

He grinned lewdly at the erotic memories of the way the young blonde wife 
had sucked the semen up from his aching balls and then gulped it down 
eagerly. She can't shit me! he thought, she loved it! 

For a moment Jenny was uncertain as to who was lying. The brutal youth's 
words tumbled out too easily for him to be boasting. Perhaps she had 
misjudged Rosemary. It wouldn't be the first time that an otherwise innocent 
woman had been turned into a raging nymphomaniac by a rapist's hard cock. 
But she quickly dismissed the lurid notion from her mind as she heard 
Rosemary gasp in horror. 

"It isn't true!" Rosemary cried out, blushing deeply, trying to put out of 
her mind the truth about how she had changed during the course of her brutal 
mouth-rape. She would never admit something so disgusting and degrading! "I 
was only . .. only trying to -. . . to get it over with quickly!" 

Jenny patted her friend's naked back to comfort her as she tried desperately 
to think of some way out of this horrible predicament. She could see the 
rapist's huge prick jerking and throbbing again and she knew that they 
didn't have much time to waste. 

"What in the hell do you want from us?" she asked, stalling for time. "If 
you were smart you'd just leave now and get as far away from here as you can 
before my boyfriend comes over to find out what happened to me." 

It was a desperate gamble. Jenny had been alone in bed when she first heard 
the noises in Rosemary's apartment. There would be no one coming to save 
them. 

For a moment Danny Gorman looked as if he were going to believe her story. 
His face whitened and he glanced quickly toward the door of the apartment, 
his fingers tightening on the handle of his knife. 

"You're lying, you dirty cunt!" he screamed at her, his saliva splattering 
over her face. "There ain't nobody over there, you sneaky bitch! If there 
was, he'd of come with you. Goddamn you, I should slit your fucking throat 
for lying to me!" 

He took a step closer to the trembling women, the look of sudden despair on 
Jenny's face telling him that he had been right-she had been lying to him 
about the boyfriend. 

His mind was alive now with erotic thoughts of screwing the brunette's 
asshole as he had done with his first victim. By God! he'd teach her who was 
master here! 

"You ever had a good hard cock shoved up your bumhole?" he demanded of 
Jenny. "You ain't like your friend, are you? You been around plenty!" 

Jenny blushed deeply at the insulting tone of voice and the threat. The 
truth of the matter was that she had offered up her asshole to men to fuck. 
There were few things possible to do with the human body that she hadn't 
done. But that was different ... that was willingly ... yes, even eagerly! 
To be cruelly brutalized by some deranged rapist was something else again! 

She could hear him taunting her and she hated him with a passion that was 
usually alien to her nature. Christ! she thought bitterly, why are there so 
many fucked up people in the world? 

"What are we going to do?" Rosemary whispered, pressing her burning face 
against Jenny's shoulder. "I don't think I can take any more, Jenny." 

The dark-haired model knew suddenly what she must do ... if only to preserve 
the young blonde's sanity. She would have to offer up her own lovely body to 
his lewd and obscene lusts in order to save Rosemary from total destruction. 
Despite the revulsion she felt for Danny Gorman, she knew that she could 
take it. After all, she rationalized, will it be any different than some of 
the things I've already done in my lifetime. 

Danny watched the voluptuous brunette intently. He could see that she was 
almost naked under the loose robe she wore. The idea of cruelly stripping 
off her covering and baring her nakedness made him all the more excited. The 
more he thought about it the more swollen his massive prick became. 

"Well, what's it going to be, cunt?" he sneered, watching her face. "You 
want to watch while I corn-hole this broad again? He paused and let the 
obscene thought sink in. "Or would you like to take her place?" 

"No!" Rosemary cried out, gripping her neighbor's body more tightly. 
"Noooooooo! You can't do that. .. please, don't make her do that! Leave us 
alone for God's sake!" 

Danny was chuckling insanely now, his rough hand at his crotch, massaging 
the lust-bloated cock that pulsated there. He continued to stroke the 
swollen lump of hardened flesh as he walked toward the two frightened women. 

"Shut up, baby," he snarled menacingly. "Your friend ain't afraid of getting 
a little ass-fucking. Why should you care?" 

Jenny tried to steel herself for the ordeal ahead.' There was no guarantee 
that the deranged youth would be satisfied if she let him corn-hole her, but 
she had to take the chance and buy a little more time for them. 

"It's okay, honey," she said soothingly to Rosemary, stroking the girl's 
trembling naked back. "He can't hurt me. I'm not especially proud of it, but 
I've let men fuck me in the ass, before." 

"But, Jenny," Rosemary protested hotly. "He's an animal. He likes to hurt 
and humiliate women! Don't let him do it. .. let him kill us if he wants, 
but don't let him degrade us any more!" 

But it was already too late for argument. Danny was pulling the robe and 
sheer nightgown from Jenny's magnificent body and devouring her succulently 
glowing naked flesh with his lust-fevered eyes. They bulged outward as he 
ran them up and down her deeply tanned legs and her smooth, soft thighs. His 
mouth watered suddenly when he saw the thick thatch of curly pubic hair that 
guarded her moistly quivering cuntal slit. Then he swept his eyes up over 
her flat stomach and onto the melon-shaped breasts that were more luscious 
than anything he had ever seen outside one of his pornographic magazines. 

"Out of the way, baby," he said roughly, pushing the two women apart and 
running his hands over the twin half-moons of her tits, kneading and 
massaging the softness and cruelly pinching her already-hardening nipples 
until she had to bite down on her lower lip to keep from screaming. 

"At least take me into the bedroom and do it," she pleaded, wanting to spare 
herself and her young neighbor the final obscenity of having the impending 
ass-rape out here in the front room. 

"Please, I don't want her to have to watch!" 

"But I do!" Danny giggled. "Shit, you don't think she wants to miss a show 
like this, do you? Look at her face, she can hardly wait to see my cock 
splitting your tight little asshole!" 

As he spoke he reached down around her body and spread her lovely buttocks 
open with his hands, pressing his hardened cock into her stomach and 
rotating it sensuously. He let the calloused fingers run over the smooth 
flesh of her stomach and then around to her buttock-crevice, then plunged 
them full into the moist valley without warning, frantically searching for 
the tiny puckered opening there that cringed before his onslaught. 

"No! I don't want her to watch!" Jenny shrieked, more out of embarrassment 
than pain. She could feel his ragged fingernail against her contracted 
asshole and she could hardly stand the humiliation. It was obvious now that 
he was completely insane and would spare her none of the brutal agony that 
he had inflicted upon Rosemary. 

With a swift movement that made her scream with excruciating horror, Danny 
shoved his middle finger deep up into the buttery depths of her rectal 
canal, straining past her tightened rectal sphincter with a savagery that 
surprised her. 

"AAAAGGGHHHHH!" she wailed, trying to pull away from the impaling finger. 
But he held her tightly against his body as he wormed the probing finger 
around in the painfilled channel, scraping at her inner-flesh and grinning 
at her humiliation and agony. 

"Your asshole ain't as tight as hers," he complained, crooking the tip of 
his finger so that she would suffer even more. "But, then, you've had it 
stretched before, huh?" 

Bitter tears sprang up in her eyes and flowed hotly down over her flushed 
cheeks. The pain was now so great that she couldn't answer him. Every 
straining nerve of her luscious flesh seemed to be seared with horrible 
agony. She knew that he was reveling in the pain and degradation he was 
inflicting upon her, and she struggled against showing him just how much he 
was hurting her. 

"Stop it! Oh God, stop it!" Rosemary screamed. 

Without taking his finger out of Jenny's asshole, Danny pulled her toward 
Rosemary and when he was close enough he let go of his victim's waist and 
cupped his free hand. Stars exploded in Rosemary's head as the calloused 
hand struck her face, sending her reeling backwards. She hit the wall with a 
horrible band, then slipped down onto the floor where she lay sobbing 
uncontrollably. 

Then, before Jenny could make any movement, he pushed her down onto the 
floor alongside Rosemary. His finger was still stuck far up inside her lower 
bowels, probing and scraping at the tender rectal passageway. He knelt 
behind her, battering her trembling buttocks with his bloated cock. 

The brutalized girl knew there was no other way to save her neighbor except 
by yielding to the rapist's savage demands. If she didn't allow him to 
sodomize her asshole he would only turn his attention to Rosemary. She 
gritted her teeth as she felt him mauling her tender thighs with one hand. 
There was nothing she could do except to lay here and take whatever came, to 
kneel in abject degradation before her attacker and pray that it would be 
over quickly. 

He was giggling uncontrollably as he poked and probed at her thighs and 
cunt. His cruel fingers were everywhere at once ... digging, pinching, 
nipping her whole crotch. She cried out suddenly as she felt him take her 
clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and press down brutally. 

"Oh jesus, no, stop it.. . you're hurting meeeeee!" she wailed, knowing that 
her screams of pain and outrage would only encourage him to even greater 
obscenities, but unable to stop herself. 

But Danny ignored her pleas and went on with his deranged caresses. He was 
excited beyond the point where he could control himself any longer. The 
sight of the trembling, horrified girl only made him want to hurt her more. 
His massive cock was jerking and banging against her asscheeks, the heated 
shaft an angry red color. Dried bits of semen and Rosemary's excretement 
clung to the tremendous pole, making it glisten evilly as blood surged 
through the thick, rope-like veins along the length of male meat. 

"Get it over with, you sick bastard!" Jenny screamed, unable to stand much 
more of the terrible pain that was ripping through her body. Nothing could 
be any worse than this, she thought bitterly to herself, so let him get it 
over with quickly. 

"In a minute, cunt," Danny snarled, lost in his own erotic nightmare. He 
knew he couldn't delay shoving his cock into her hairless little asshole 
much longer, but he wanted to prolong her suffering as much as possible. For 
a moment he considered stretching her asshole for his prick by using a 
broomstick or bottle in it. But he decided against that cruelty, instead 
using his own impaling finger to pull horribly at the resisting flesh of her 
anal ring. 

Then, without warning, he pulled his finger out and shoved his cock between 
the crevice formed between her quivering buttocks, exerting a tremendous 
pressure on the tight little pinkish-brown opening that nestled there. The 
puckered hole strained against the angry purplish knob of his cock as if she 
were trying to shut herself tightly against his invasion of her bottom. His 
hands were now firmly gripping her hips, pulling them back slowly toward his 
raging cock as she struggled and kicked out without thinking about the 
consequences of her action. 

"For God's sake," she wailed, "put something on your cock first! Get some 
vasoline or spit or something! You'll split me apart if you don't!" 

He laughed at her, scorning the pain-relieving methods she suggested. "Screw 
that, bitch!" he snarled. "I want you to feel it... I want you to feel every 
goddamned painful inch of my cock! When I get done with you you won't be 
able to take a shit for a year without thinking about me!" 

Suddenly he surged forward and burried an inch of his cock inside her tight 
elastic asshole-ring, causing the tortured opening to expand around the 
gigantic prick-shaft. Jenny thought for a moment she would go out of her 
mind with agony. She bucked and writhed up at him, her breath taken away by 
the savage impalement. He paused for a moment and then rammed hard again, 
this time forcing another two inches of his swollen rod inside her 
agony-seared rectum. 

The barbaric rape of her asshole was like nothing she had ever experienced 
before. On those other times when a man fucked her anally, her partner had 
always been considerate of the pain, using a slickening agent to make the 
entry easier and almost without discomfort. Now it seemed as if her whole 
ass was being ripped apart by the massive male column of flesh and she 
wondered if his organ were really as large as it felt. She bit down on her 
lower lip until blood was flowing hotly down over her chin. It seemed almost 
impossible to her that she could bear the beastly ravishment without 
screaming loudly. She prayed that Rosemary would shut her eyes and ears to 
the agonizing sight and sounds that would surely follow. 

Despite all her sexual experience ... even on those rare occasions when 
Jenny had participated in a . sandwich fuck with two male cocks jamming into 
her cunt and asshole at the same time ... she had never felt anything so 
huge in her body. Everything else was as nothing compared to the painful 
horror she now felt in her asshole. How could he be so big? she wondered in 
self-pity. 

Behind her, Danny was watching his cock disappear between the kneeling 
female's buttocks, watching the thick, glistening shaft slowly and 
agonizingly sink past the ruffled pink hairless flesh of her anal opening. 
The puckered hole seemed stretched beyond all imagination but he vowed 
sadistically to widen it even further before he finished with the woman. You 
got yourself into this, he told her silently, remembering how she had 
refused to go away when she had the chance. 

"Like it, bitch?" he asked in a loud, sarcastic voice. "Come on and move 
that ass a little bit! Shake it! Shake it like the bitch in heat you really 
are!" 

Only a few feet away, Rosemary lay on the floor and watched with horrified 
fascination as her young neighbor was slowly and cruelly sodomized by the 
insane rapist. There was nothing she could do to help, but that fact didn't 
make her feel any less responsible for Jenny's plight. She groaned in 
sympathetic unison with her friend as Danny shoved forward and pressed more 
and more of his heated pole into the reluctant receptacle of Jenny's 
ass-passage. 

"Oh JESUS!" the distraught, pain-ravaged brunette shrieked helplessly as he 
suddenly lurched forward and buried the gigantic rod deep into her torn and 
tortured bottom, pushing with all of his might to skewer her helplessly. 

She was yelping and twisting desperately to escape the torrid, searing 
flames of agony that accompanied the excruciating pain in her whole lower 
body. She could feel her lower intestines being jarred and strained horribly 
by the monstrous prick and for a frantic moment she thought he would kill 
her with the dreaded cudgel. 

The grinning, chuckling youth felt his balls slap against the tender inside 
thigh of the kneeling girls leg, and he began to sadistically build an 
in-and-out rhythm, perspiring heavily as his cock pulled out of the 
sodomized asshole and then brutally lunged forward again to bury the 
scalding column of male meat in the ravaged hole. His prick felt as if a 
thousand tiny fingers were massaging the heated length, milking out the warm 
juices that were making his balls ache with lust. 

Then, miraculously, the pain began to subside as Jenny's insides were 
rewarded with the first drops of his oozing pre-come, lubricating the dry 
passage and making it easier for her. The tight elastic ring of her anal 
sphincter was still contracting wildly around his massive shaft, but she 
slowly relaxed and worked with him instead of against the cruelly thrusting 
cock. Her intense hatred for the youth was no less than it had been before, 
but she knew from bitter experience that in order to survive a woman had 
sometimes to pretend a passion she didn't feel. The only sensation she felt 
now was a dull, throbbing ache that was like menstrual cramps. 

"Fuck back, you dirty bitch! Fuck back... shake that ass and show me how 
much you love to have your asshole reamed out!" Danny screamed at her, his 
desire at a fever pitch now that he had two women to pleasure his frantic 
lusts. His mind was in an erotic turmoil from the unexpected dividend that 
Jenny's asshole provided and he couldn't believe his good fortune. "Oh, yeh, 
cunt, that's better . .. aaaaahhhhhh . . . squeeze my cock, honey squeeze it 
good and tight for meeeee!" 

Jenny could feel him rearing back and then lunging forward, repeating the 
obscene movements over and over again. Even though there was still nothing 
approaching pleasure in this detested act, she found herself surging 
backwards to meet the powerful thrusts. On and on they went until she 
thought she couldn't stand another minute of it before she was driven 
completely out of her mind by his insatiable quest to stuff her asshole full 
of his disgusting cock. How long could he keep fucking me? she wondered 
bitterly. If what Rosemary had told her was true-and she had no reason to 
doubt the young wife ... the rapist had spewed his stinking juices into her 
at least twice before Jenny arrived. 

Once or twice she thought she detected an unwanted spark of response 
building in her body involuntarily as his lust-swollen balls slapped 
erotically up against her nakedly upturned and gaping cuntal furrow, but 
each time the sensation was lost in a new attack on her asshole that was 
even more savage and painful than the last. 

Danny suddenly gave a little grunt of triumph and pulled the dark-haired 
victim's body backwards, snaking out his legs at the same time until he was 
lying on his back, his cock still burried deep in her asshole, her body now 
resting on his, her long, lovely legs on either side of his obscenely 
sprawled body as he fucked upwards into her rectum. She was squatting over 
him and he still held her hips tightly with his calloused hands, urging her 
down onto his jerking prick. 

"What are you doing?" she asked through the tears of pain and humiliation 
that were spilling down over her cheeks. 

"I like this position better, bitch, so shut up and start fucking again!" he 
yelled up at her, thrusting his lower body upward to skewer her more deeply. 
Jenny was shocked to find herself staring into Rosemary's misery-contorted 
face. She tried to signal the young wife that it was all right ... that she 
could stand the horrible debasement and pain. She was grateful when the 
blonde finally turned her face away. 

"Turn around now, bitch, I want to play with your tits while I screw your 
tight little asshole," Danny ordered, his voice hardening. "Hurry up, damn 
it!" 

For a moment Jenny didn't know what he wanted of her. She was pumping up and 
down, forcing his immense cock in and out of her bruised and lacerated anus. 
What more could he want? Then, suddenly, she realized that he wanted her to 
turn her whole body so that she would be facing him ... facing his cruel and 
sadistic grin. 

With a groan of abject self-pity, she tried to lift one leg and pull her 
body around. But it was no use. There seemed to-be no way to comply with his 
obscene demand. She felt like an amateur contortionist as she tried to 
figure out how to obey him. Finally, after one last try, she gave up and 
pulled herself completely off the rampaging cock, feeling a cool rush of 
merciful air soothing her bottom as his prick left the sticky confines of 
her ravaged asshole. There was a loud sucking noise and then his screams of 
rage. 

"You fucking bitch!" he screamed, slapping and pummeling her body brutally 
as she tried to cover her helpless flesh. "I told you not to take my cock 
out! Damn you, get it back in .. . now. . . NOWWWWWW!" 

Afraid that he would lose control and kill her, Jenny tried as best she 
could to lower herself down over his shit-smeared cock again. She felt him 
striking her about the face and shoulders with heavy jolts that made her 
want to scream in anguish. His massive prick was once again splitting apart 
her buttocks as she pushed downward, trying desperately to force the fiery 
pole once again up inside her burning, torn asshole. A tremendous pressure 
filled her whole lower body and she groaned in agony as the huge purplish 
tip entered her rectum for the second time. 

"Shove it down . . . that's it. .. hurry, get your ass down over my prick!" 
he screamed, sweat pouring off his face. He had stopped slapping her and was 
now kneading and pinching her voluptuous breasts without regard for the 
excruciating pain he was giving her. 

"Ohhhhhh . . . that hurts . . . hurts terribly," she whimpered as she felt 
her body being split apart by the iron-hard rod of flesh that was now deep 
within her rubbery rectal canal. There seemed to be no end to his sadistic 
cruelty. Without warning his hips shot up in the air and his fingers 
increased the pressure on her swollen, bruised tits, causing a wave of pain 
from her breasts to her crotch. 

Jenny tried desperately to lean back to ease the terrible pain, but Danny 
pulled her toward him, increasing her misery. Her damply quivering pussy was 
now rubbing sensuously up and down over his jeans as he jammed his cock in 
and out of her ruptured asshole, and Jenny was startled to feel a slow 
warmth building in her cunt as her meaty little clitoris, hidden away in the 
folds of delicate cuntal-flesh and silken strands of pubic hair, began to 
strain involuntarily down. Even with the awful pain in her breasts and 
asshole, she couldn't help the obscene arousal that was building in her 
pussy. Try as she might to fight the flashing sensations of pleasure, she 
couldn't help but increase the pressure of her cunt on his pelvis. 

"Faster, baby, I want to come now!" Danny shouted up at her, painfully 
rolling her swollen nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. 

The lewd words only added to her feeling to total humiliation and 
degradation. He didn't care about her pleasure, she knew. All he cared about 
was the disgusting semen about to explode out from his swollen testicles! 

She groaned again, her mewling sounds shocking even herself. And this time 
the groans were urgent signals to his madly-pumping body that she wanted 
more and more of the lust-inciting massaging of her cunt against his body. 
She began to shake her ass as it came down, moving her pelvis in little 
circles to get the maximum contact with his hard flesh. The stubby knob of 
her swollen clitoris was poking erotically out from its hooded home, 
hardening sensuously, thickening involuntarily as heated blood rushed to 
fill its nerve endings. 

"Mmmmnnnnn-n . .. oooohhhhhh... ." she moaned, afraid to look down at the 
smugly grinning face of her tormentor to see the look of triumph that she 
knew must be there. 

Danny was smiling lewdly as he thrust up into the woman's tortured asshole 
again and again, feeling a tremendous pressure building in his tortured 
balls. As much as he wanted to prolong this rapturous ass-fucking forever, 
he knew that there would be only a few minutes more before his cock spewed 
out his sticky juices deep in her lower bowels. 

Her dark hair flying around her face as she labored frantically over the 
youthful rapist, Jenny was almost out of control now. She tried to keep the 
humiliating groans of rapture from escaping her full, ripe lips, but she 
heard herself incoherently urging him on. His lust-engorged cock sunk deep 
into her forever-stretched asshole and was adding to the ecstasy she felt in 
her gaping cunt as she ground her swollen clitoris down against him. 

Oh God! she screamed silently, don't let him come before I do! She was a 
trembling mass of pleasure-maddened flesh, fighting to find her own orgasm 
while he continued to ram his cock brutally into her asshole without regard 
for any pleasure but his own. 

His hands were still mauling her naked breasts, pulling and pinching, 
scraping the flesh raw, kneading and groping at the little hardened nipples 
until the rubbery stubs were tingling with masochistic desire. 

"Here it comes, bitch.. . here it comes!" he suddenly shouted, lurching 
upwards one more time to bury his massive prick far up inside her writhing 
bottom. 

He tensed, then torrents of scalding male sperm exploded inside her rectum 
while she continued to grind her clitoris down against his hard pelvic bone, 
searching desperately for the final tightening of her own pussy that would 
signal her climax. But it was too late for her. Grunting like a rutting 
animal, Danny pulled her down over his body and began giggling sadistically 
at her desperate plight. 

Suddenly, without warning, his cock began to deflate. In a moment it was 
slipping out of her ravaged asshole-even though she tried desperately to 
clench her anal muscles and keep it in place. 

"No . . . not yet!" she wailed, unable to control her raging, insane lust 
any longer. She had to have him back inside her so that she could share the 
rapture of sexual climax. She had to feel his gigantic prick filling her 
crotch with its heavy meat. 

Frantically she reached down between their bodies and grabbed the 
come-and-shit-smeared prick in her hand and tried to guide it toward her 
throbbing cunt. The slimy liquids that lay along the shaft made it slippery 
and she felt him pull away again, leaving her maddeningly frustrated. 

"Beg me for it!" he taunted, realizing what she wanted. "Go on, bitch, beg 
me to fuck you!" 

The obscene words only made her more determined to have her revenge on the 
youth. How could he be so cruel? she wondered. How could he sodomize her and 
then giggle crazily at the awful torment of leaving her unfulfilled? 

"Please... please," she whispered, hoping against hope that Rosemary 
Willoughby wouldn't hear her final and ultimate degradation. "Oh God, don't 
torture me like this ... I Want you to fuck me now . .. I've got to have 
it!" 

He continued to laugh insanely as her fingers finally found his cock again, 
encircling it, pulling at the slimy flesh, trying to force it into the 
gaping wetness between her quivering, trembling thighs. 

She was staring directly into Danny's face now as she struggled to get the 
worm-like cock into her pulsating cunt. Suddenly she saw the look of 
sadistic amusement on his features turn to shock, then alarm. 

"No ... no .. . don't hit meeeeeeee!" Danny screamed, his putrid breath 
blowing in Jenny's face and almost turning her stomach as she watched 
uncomprehendingly. 

He bucked violently upward, throwing Jenny's body off his own, causing her 
to land on the floor in a tangled heap. 

"Please . . . don't . , . don't . . . AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!" he screamed 
again, his words trailing off in a sickening moan as another sound echoed 
around the room ... the sound of his skull breaking! 

Jenny rolled over and looked up, her eyes widening with horror as she saw 
Rosemary Willoughby bending over the brutal youth's unconscious body, a 
heavy crystal vase in her hands. The base of the vase was covered with 
blood-Danny Gorman's blood! 

"Bastard! Bastard!" Rosemary was shrieking as she brought the vase up in the 
air again and smashed it down onto the youth's head, making another 
sickening noise as gore and bone chips and matted hair splattered around the 
room. "You hurt us . .. you hurt Jenny and I! I'll kill you!" 

Then, with a piteous groan that sent Jenny scrambling frantically to her 
feet, the beautiful young blonde's eyes closed as she fell to the floor 
unconscious. 

 Chapter Five 

It was two days later and Brad Willoughby and Jenny O'Brien were sitting in 
her apartment. The distraught young husband still hadn't fully recovered 
from the shock of being summoned home by the police to find his wife in the 
hospital, her attacker almost dead from the blows Rosemary had inflicted 
upon his head with the heavy vase 

"Oh God, I never should have left her alone!" Brad moaned in despair. "I 
hope to Christ that rotten prick dies! If he doesn't, I'll find some way to 
kill him myself, I swear I will!" 

"Hey, you've got to relax, honey," Jenny said soothingly, running her 
slender fingers up and down his violently trembling hand. "It's all over 
with, Brad. The only thing that matters now is getting Rosemary back in 
shape to face the world again. What did the doctor and the police say?" 

"She's still under heavy sedation, but there's no reason to think she won't 
be all right," he sighed bitterly,".. . physically, that is! The doctor 
doesn't know if she'll ever recover psychologically. 

As far as the police are concerned, there won't be any publicity or charges 
against her even if Gorman dies. If he lives, he'll be in prison or a mental 
hospital for the rest of his life. The brain damage was pretty extensive, I 
guess." 

"Yeh, I can imagine," Jenny said quietly, her stomach still queasy when she 
thought about the rapist's shattered skull. She wanted desperately to reach 
out and take the unhappy young husband in her warm arms, to comfort him and 
make him see that he and Rosemary had to pick up the pieces and go ... 
despite the trauma of her brutal rape. And yet there was something holding 
her back. She couldn't trust herself to touch Brad just now-the throbbing, 
aching need she felt in her moistly quivering pussy might get the better of 
her. 

Jenny had been more dramatically affected by her own treatment at the hands 
of the vicious youth than she dared to admit. Her whole body had been afire 
with something bordering on sexual hysteria ever since the attack, her cunt 
burning for relief from the gnawing hunger there. As soon as the prolonged 
police questioning had ended, the luscious young brunette had locked herself 
in her bedroom and masturbated frantically, trying desperately to quell the 
insane and insatiable lust she felt. 

But it had done no good. The more she remembered the brutal experience of 
having Danny Gorman's gigantic prick about to slide powerfully up between 
her creamy thighs ... about to plunge into her gaping cuntal-wound and 
extinguish the flames of passion which he had inflicted upon her helpless 
mind and body, the more she wondered if she weren't slightly crazy herself! 

No woman in her right mind could undergo such a perverted experience as rape 
and enjoy it, she thought. No, enjoy wasn't the right word: When she had 
been kneeling over the disgusting youth's body with his cock stuck far up in 
her ravaged ass ... when her desire-swollen clitoris had been rubbing 
frantically back and forth over his pelvis while he sodomized her ... Jenny 
had been almost out of her mind with lust! She had actually begged and 
pleaded with the youth to rape her cunt ... to shove his half-hard column of 
shit-and-come-smeared flesh into the gaping depths of her pussy and put her 
out of her misery! 

And there had been no relief for her from the raging fires of crazed and 
insatiable lust since Rosemary Willoughby had brought the heavy vase down 
upon the rapist's skull and ended their orgy of vicious sexual cruelty. 

Somehow, at whatever cost, she had to find relief or go mad! She looked over 
at the young husband, noting with satisfaction that his eyes were closed 
with weariness, his head resting back against the couch. Letting her eyes 
slip surrepticiously down over his stomach and come to rest at his groin, 
she gasped silently at the bulging outline of his huge cock under his 
trousers. The pulsing and throbbing between her damply churning thighs 
became even more pronounced making her shiver with shame at the thoughts 
racing around in her mind. 

"Tired, Brad?" she whispered, fighting down at the lewd and shameful 
considerations which were making her stomach weak with frantic desire. 

"Yeh, I guess so," he replied weakly. "I haven't had much sleep since I came 
home. Maybe I should go home and try and catch a couple of hours before I go 
backto the hospital." 

He winced involuntarily at the thought of entering his own apartment ... the 
scene of his beautiful young wife's horrible torment. As if reading his 
mind, he heard Jenny's voice telling him that he could use her bedroom to 
rest ... that the memories in his own apartment would be too painful for 
him. 

Without waiting for a reply, she stood up and took his hand again, pulling 
him to his feet and leading him toward the coolness of her bedroom. 

"Come on, honey," she whispered. "I'll give you a nice back-rub to relax you 
and make you sleep. You'll feel much better, I promise you." 

There was something strangely disconcerting to her voice, but Brad 
attributed it to the strain of what the beautiful brunette had been through. 
It still surprised him that Jenny hadn't been affected by the vicious rape 
in the same way that Rosemary had, but he knew that she was much more 
worldly-wise than his innocent young wife. 

"You get undressed and hop into bed," she coaxed him when they stood in the 
darkened bedroom. "I'll just get some talc and telephone the hospital and 
leave this number if they want to reach you, okay?" 

Brad shrugged, already slipping out of his clothing as Jenny turned and left 
the room. For one moment he wondered if it weren't wrong ... perhaps even 
dangerous ... to be alone with the gorgeous neighbor like this. But he 
quickly put aside his doubts at the sight of the comfortable bed in front of 
him. She's just trying to be helpful, he told himself, slipping under the 
covers and stretching out on his naked stomach. She understands what I'm 
going through-she's just trying to help! 

He was sleeping soundly when Jenny returned to the bedroom. She looked down 
at his naked body for a moment, a pained, disappointed look on her lovely 
face. Then, a lewd smile replacing that expression, she stripped off her 
clothing until her lushly magnificent body was completely naked. She 
continued watching the sleeping man as she ran her frantic hands up and down 
over her succulent, naked flesh, caressing and massaging her meaty little 
nipples into a tingling erectness, then snaking the slender fingers down 
over her trembling stomach to the furry triangle of pubic hair that covered 
her pussy-mound. 

"Ooooooohhhhhhhh," she whimpered aloud when her fingertips touched the 
dilated, warm lips of her cunt and brushed aside the fluted hood that 
covered her swollen, lust-charged clitoris. "Mmmmmmmnnnnnnn . .. 
aaaahhhhhhhh!" 

And then, without taking her fingers away from her suddenly wet cunt, she 
climbed into bed beside Brad and slipped under the covers. 

The young husband was dreaming troubled dreams. Awful, painful images of his 
beautiful young wife and the rapist flashed across his mind and made him 
turn and groan in his sleep. He could see every detail of their 
bodies-Rosemary's pure and innocent, the rapist's hard and obscene as he 
struggled to shove his prick into the naive girl's cringing asshole. 

Suddenly, inexplicably, the disordered scenes in his mind changed. Now the 
rapist was gone, leaving only his lusciously naked wife's body in front of 
him. There was an expression of lewd invitation on her beautiful face ... 
her full, ripe lips parted, her eyes blazing with barely concealed lust as 
she spread her thighs apart for him and beckoned him closer to the bed upon 
which she lay. 

The closer he got to the exciting spot, the more clearly he could see the 
plump, pinkish cuntal lips flowering open for him, beads of dewy feminine 
pussy-juices glistening on the velvety flesh. In his dream he was naked and 
he could feel his prick harder than it had ever been in his life ... massive 
and erect, gigantic! 

Rosemary reached out and encircled the swollen rod with her fingers, 
caressing the bloated shaft as she brought her lips closer to it, cooing 
softly, moaning with desire. 

His heart was pounding violently against his rib-cage as her lips parted and 
her tiny pink-tongue-tip snaked out to eagerly lick at the scalding male 
meat. His hands went down to the sides of her head, holding her tightly as 
she continued to oval her mouth excitingly. Then, without warning, Rosemary 
slipped the warm, wet cavern of her mouth over the steaming head of his 
prick and began sucking him as if her very life depended upon it! 

It was the most glorious moment he had ever known! 

He stood in the erotic dream by her bed, his prick filling every inch of her 
sensuously-working mouth, his legs trembling with desire and lust, his heavy 
balls filled to overflowing with his hot sperm about to explode. 

He could hear himself groaning and urging her on, his soft voice mingling 
with the obscene slurping sounds she was making as she sucked his turgid 
prick. 

And then he woke up! 

He lay there for a moment cursing the fact that he had awakened, his stiff 
cock still full of wildly tingling sensations of lust. But his eyes flew 
suddenly open when he realized with a shock that someone was sucking his 
prick! 

"W-w-what in the hell's going on?" he cried out, trying to lift his head 
from the bed. Oh my God! he said silently when he saw Jenny's dark-haired 
head bobbing up and down on his bloated column of cockflesh. 

She looked up and winked, never missing a beat with her fevered tongue and 
lips as she struggled desperately to bring his prick to full erection. Her 
eyes were glazed with lust, her succulent body totally naked as it hunched 
over his groin. Every time the beautiful girl brought her lips down to the 
slick base of his cock, her melon-like breasts touched his thighs, sending 
warm surges of maddening desire racing through his whole body. 

This can't be happening! he told himself, wondering if he were still asleep. 
But he knew instinctively that he wasn't ... that he was wide awake and 
having his gigantic cock chewed over by the gorgeous neighbor. There was no 
hesitation or inhibition in the way her mouth raced up and down over his 
pole. She was thoroughly loving what she was doing ... and she was an expert 
at oral sex! 

Brad's hips were humping up and down in lewd rhythm with her oral 
ministrations to his prick. Low groans of building pleasure filled his 
throat and spilled out his lips. Ever since his marriage to Rosemary he had 
tried to convince his young wife that oral lovemaking wasn't dirty or 
sinful, that it was one of the most wonderful ways a man and woman could 
give pleasure. But she had never allowed him to sink his throbbing cock 
between her lips ... had never allowed him to spread her legs apart and 
thrust his own heated tongue up between her succulent pussy-lips. It seemed 
bitterly incongruous that he had to find this kind of rapture with the 
beautiful neighbor ... a girl he barely knew. 

Suddenly, just when he thought his testicles were going to explode with 
ecstasy, Jenny pulled her lips away from the steaming organ and snaked her 
body up alongside his, a lewd smile on her face. 

"Jesus, don't stop," he begged, his voice charged with lust and frustration. 
"Please, don't stop now!" 

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered, nuzzling his chest with her fevered 
lips, throwing one long beautiful leg over his hip and grinding her 
succulent cunt against his pulsating prick. "I want you to shove this big 
lovely cock up into my pussy and make me come... make me come like I've 
never come before! Oh God, honey, screw me nowwwwwww!" 

Eagerly excited by her lewd words of command, he grabbed the quivering 
melons of-her buttocks and pushed her over onto her back, then brought his 
mouth down against hers, kissing her red wet lips as hard as he could. He 
felt her hand slither down his side and reach between their bodies to enfold 
around his throbbing prick. God, she was hot, really turned on, he thought, 
quickly lifting her buttocks and pressing the moist warmth of her 
hair-covered pussy against his twitching thigh. He heard her moan, then felt 
her pull the rubbery tip of his saliva-covered cock to the open pinkness of 
her trembling cunt and suddenly jerk her hips toward him, sucking his long, 
hardened rod of scalding flesh into the smooth clasping channel of her cunt. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHH!" she wailed, almost completely overwhelmed by the deep and 
fulfilling girth of his prick in the velvety depths of her pussy. Her 
fingernails dug deeply into his shoulders as she squealed and began to 
undulate her hips upward, pressing her hair-covered crotch tightly against 
his loins, sinking his cock deeper into her quivering belly. 

Hearing her excited yelps of passion, he began to wriggle his buttocks, 
making his cock swirl and rasp the smooth, contracting walls of her wet 
passage, feeling the needle-like pricks of electrical sensation course 
through his throbbing cock. She was twitching and writhing beneath him, 
gripping at his cock wildly with the well-trained muscles of her cunt, 
straining every inch of her sex-starved body for the spasms of lust she so 
desperately needed. She wanted to come quickly ... to feel the explosions of 
wild ecstasy racing through her pussy-flesh, then to come again, and again, 
and again! 

He pushed downward, burying his toes in the mattress and sinking every last 
inch of his throbbing prick in to the furthest depths of her clenching, 
hair-lined cuntal channel, making her scream with ecstasy. 

"Oh Jesus, it's so good ... so gooooooood!" she wailed, squirming and 
throwing her hips frantically, grinding her sharp pelvis against the 
hardened bone of his groin. "Fuck me, baby, drive it home... fill my cunt 
with your prick... oh God, make me come!" 

With a growing rhythm he began to plunge and withdraw his pulsing organ from 
her nakedly squirming pussy, feeling the contracting muscles of her aching 
slit pull and suck wildly for more of the lust-inciting pole of male flesh 
boring into her. His breath was rapid and gasping as he drove the long, 
thick rod in and out again and again, all the time wishing that his lovely 
young wife could exhibit even a fraction of Jenny O'Brien's insatiable lust. 
The girl was screaming now, begging for more and more of the rapture-giving 
cock, pleading for him to hammer-home his gigantic cock and make her come. 

Her gasping cries of passion were driving him mad as well, and he slipped a 
finger down to the crevice of her ass and began teasing the puckered elastic 
ring of her anus to make her squeal even louder. Probing harder, he felt her 
suddenly relax her rectal sphincter, allowing him to easily slip his finger 
into the warm, yielding depths of her bottom-the same rectal canal which had 
been so brutally ravaged by the young rapist only two days before. But Jenny 
seemed not to mind. Instead of crying out with agony, she screamed more 
loudly, bucking wildly as he probed deeper into her hairless little hole, 
oblivious to everything but the torturing finger in her ass and the 
pummeling cock driving brutally into her insatiable cunt. 

He fucked harder, taking his free hand and moving it around to grasp the 
base of his massive prick, stuffing more of the scalding cock-flesh into her 
pussy. He felt her engorged cuntal-lips contracting wildly around his 
prickmeat, holding him tightly, then drawing him in even deeper. 

"Oh, oh, oh!" she wailed frantically beneath him, her arms jerking limply at 
her sides and her rubbery, useless legs flailing helplessly. Her mind was an 
endless series of flashing lights and piercing shocks. There were only 
seconds left now until she would feel the blood-filled muscles of her cunt 
begin to roll like waves in the ocean, heading for the rumbling crashing 
orgasm she had wanted so desperately. She was on fire, ready to erupt. 

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" she suddenly screamed, bucking upwards, wrapping her 
long lovely legs around his back and holding him tightly to her wildly 
twisting cunt as the exploding spasms of climax raced madly through her 
tortured body. 

And Brad, spurred on by her screaming orgasm, suddenly came with lightning 
speed, shooting hot jets of white sticky come deep into her desperately 
clenching cunt. 

And as he came, he could almost close his eyes and imagine that it was 
Rosemary instead of Jenny O'Brien beneath him. At that moment he would have 
given anything in the whole world to be able to inspire the same passion in 
his beautiful young wife! 

Rosemary Willoughby wasn't aware of the first time she realized that her 
husband Brad and Jenny O'Brien were having an affair. The knowledge just 
grew slowly, fueled by the unmistakable clues they left for her ... the way 
Brad looked at the stunning brunette with such lust in his eyes, the way he 
was always running over to her apartment to help her fix something or other, 
the way he would jump to volunteer to take her shopping or on errands that 
seemed to take hours. 

At first Rosemary just shrugged off the lewd thoughts and doubts that 
plagued her, blaming them on her lingering mental problems from the recent, 
horrible assault on her mind and body. 

Surprisingly, she was making a good recover from the trauma of her 
ass-and-mouth-rape. Only rarely did she think about that awful night when 
her world was suddenly turned so brutally upside down by Danny Gorman. Brad 
being at home every night helped, of course. He had insisted that his 
company transfer him to duties that would require no travel and, in his 
defense, he did everything possible to help Rosemary forget the 
nerve-wracking episode. 

Danny Gorman hadn't died from her attack on his skull with the crystal vase. 
But neither would he ever fully recover his senses. He was now in a State 
Hospital far from the scene of his violent crime, and the police assured 
Rosemary and Jenny that he probably would never stand trial obviating the 
need for them to go through the cruel ordeal of recounting their story for a 
criminal jury. 

When she finally admitted to herself that Brad was, in fact, having some 
kind of sexual affair with Jenny, Rosemary wanted to kill them both for 
betraying her. But she didn't say anything to either of them, forcing 
herself to remain silent in the face of the mounting evidence of Brad's 
adultery. 

The handsome young husband hadn't touched her since she had come home from 
the hospital. At first she had been grateful for that small mercy, but as 
the weeks went on she became restive and puzzled by his lack of desire for 
her body. And those moments of secret shame during her degrading rape when 
she had actually felt some spark of desire! How she had brought her hands up 
and touched his gigantic prick while the massive rod pummeled her mouth! She 
blushed deeply at the horror-filled memories of how some strange and alien 
power had taken over her mind and body to force her to give the vicious 
youth what he wanted of her! 

Brad no longer slept in her bed. While she was in the hospital he had 
installed a single bed in the small bedroom for himself. "It'll be better 
this way," he had told her when she protested. "The doctor said you might 
have bad dreams and feel threatened if I slept with you." 

That had been a lie, of course, she realized now. The only reason he didn't 
want to sleep with her was to spare her the stink of Jenny O'Brien's cunt on 
his body! But she had said nothing, preferring to sleep alone, drugged into 
insensibility and dreamlessness by the powerful medicine the doctor 
prescribed for her. 

Her feelings for Jenny O'Brien were ambivalent. She recognized how the 
beautiful neighbor had tried to spare her further torture that evil night, 
and Rosemary would be eternally grateful to the brunette. Perhaps she's fust 
trying to help me now, Rosemary mused, help me by allowing Brad to use her 
body instead of mine! Brad must surely have told Jenny about his wife's 
frigidity. Add to that the horrible assault and Jenny might have seen the 
adultery as a positive favor to her! 

Slowly, however, she reached the point where she knew she couldn't take any 
more of Brad's indifference. Even the torture of his painful sexual advances 
would be preferable to him ignoring me, she thought bitterly. 

And so she decided to end the affair between Brad and Jenny as quickly and 
as painlessly for both of them as she could. Brad would have to make a 
choice ... either stop seeing Jenny, or else! There was no room in their 
marriage for a third person ... not when that person was usurping Rosemary's 
conjugal rights! 

Brad had been restless and out-of-sorts that night when Jenny decided that 
the time had come for him to return to her bed. The day had been a bad one 
for him at the office, and all he could think of was getting his lovely wife 
into bed with a strong sleeping pill and then joining Jenny O'Brien in her 
apartment. 

The handsome young husband knew that something was bothering his wife, but 
he ignored the danger signals, anxious for the ecstatic hours of violent 
lovemaking that the luscious neighbor had promised him. 

"Honey, I think we'd better have a talk about..." Rosemary began after 
supper, ".... about our sleeping arrangements. I don't think it's right for 
you to sleep in that small bed all alone. I want us to sheep together 
again." 

"Why don't we talk about it in a month or so," Brad said nervously, wanting 
to change the subject. "You know what the doctor said ... if you get one of 
your nightmares and woke up and found me in bed with you you might think it 
was that.. . that dirty bastard that hurt you." 

"I don't have nightmares any longer, honey," she said quickly. "Besides, it 
isn't right for married people to sleep apart. Oh, Brad, I want so much to 
feel your strong, warm body next to me at night... to know that you're there 
protecting me! Please, darling, don't lets fight over this." 

There seemed no way for Brad to refuse something so important to his wife, 
and so he nodded reluctantly. Damn! he thought, this is going to make it 
harder for me to slip out at night. But even that wouldn't be impossible as 
long as Rosemary continued to use those powerful sleeping pills. 

"Okay, honey, I guess it'll be all right," he said with a sigh of surrender. 
"As long as that's what you want." 

"Thank you, darling," she cried out happily. She had won the first round 
easily, she knew, but the second wouldn't be so simple. Steeling herself, 
she continued, forcing herself to stare directly into Brad's eyes. "There's 
something else, honey," she said, her nervousness rising rapidly. "I want us 
to move away from this building. There are too many painful memories for me 
here. I want to get away from this city altogether!" 

"What?" Brad cried out, shocked in attention. "What in God's name are you 
talking about, Rosemary? Okay, so we'll get another apartment in the 
neighborhood . . . but I can't just up and leave my job and move away. 
Jesus, baby, you don't know what you're saying!" 

The thought of having to leave the hot-cunted sexpot next door made him 
tremble with anxiety. For the first time in years he was getting all the 
cunt he wanted- having his prick sucked, fucking Jenny in the ass when that 
tempted him, screwing until he was bone-weary but happy! Rosemary was out of 
her mind to think he'd leave all that and just pick up stakes and move! 

"The company has offices in other cities," she replied calmly, forcing the 
issue. "You told me yourself that you could transfer to Chicago or even San 
Francisco if you wanted. Please, darling, it's tremendously important to me! 
Say you'll think about it at least!" Brad agreed, fighting for time to 
think. There was no way in the world he was going to give in to his wife on 
the matter. Jenny had become too important to him. 

Suddenly he was very tired. He stood up. 

"Listen, honey, I've got to go down to my car and get my briefcase. There's 
some very important papers I've got to check over tonight. Why don't you 
take a sleeping pill and get to bed. I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?" 

There was no doubt in Rosemary's mind that Brad wanted to rush next door and 
tell his slut-lover what Rosemary wanted of him. Let him go, she told 
herself wearily. But tonight there would be no sleeping pill. She would be 
wide awake in bed waiting for him. 

As she had suspected, he didn't return immediately. Rosemary stripped off 
her clothing and took a long, lingering bath, then dressed herself in her 
sheerest, sexiest nightgown and got into bed. Her Whole body was tingling 
with excitement as she lay waiting for him. Even her nipples were stiff and 
sensitive to the way her nylon nightie brushed sensuously against them. 
Somehow she had forced herself to spread her lovely legs apart for Brad, to 
pretend a passion that she didn't feel, to use her pussy in the way that 
every married woman from time immemorial had done. 

She was still wide awake when he returned almost an hour later. He seemed 
surprised to see her waiting for him, and a nervous, embarrassed expression 
flickered across his face when he saw that she had taken the sheets and 
blankets off the small bed he normally used. 

"Are you sure it isn't too soon for this, honey?" he asked, watching her 
shake her head in reply. Damn! he thought angrily, first Jenny turns me down 
tonight, and now this! The beautiful neighbor had refused to allow him to 
come to her bed until she was sure Rosemary was sound asleep and out of the 
way. Despite Brad's lewdly impassioned pleas, she wouldn't change her mind. 
Now, without Rosemary knocked out by the sleeping pill, it might be three or 
four o'clock before she drifted off. 

He took a quick shower and climbed into bed beside his beautiful wife, 
suddenly aware of the way she was dressed. Ever since the attack, Rosemary 
had worn neck-high flannel nightgowns, as if she were afraid to expose any 
part of her luscious young body. Now she was dressed in the most revealing 
nightie she owned, a thin wisp of black silk that did more to expose than 
conceal her succulently ripe breasts and creamy flesh. Involuntarily his 
limp cock began to harden with desire as she turned off the bedside lamp and 
turned to face him. 

"Make love to me, darling," she whispered in a husky, emotion-charged voice, 
squirming her almost naked body close to his hard flesh and pressing her 
swollen breasts against his chest. "I want you to, Brad . .. it's been so 
long... too long!" 

Startled, he found his body stiffening against her soft flesh. This was 
entirely unexpected, something that he thought would never happen again. 
Even before the brutal rape his gorgeous wife had been frigid. By every 
standard she should have been totally terrified by fucking after that 
horrible experience. 

"Please, darling," she was pleading as her nightie fell apart and she 
pressed the pulsing warmth of her furry pubic mound against his leg. He 
could feel the throbbing wetness of it on his own flesh, feel the meaty 
nipples scraping along his chest, feel her spicy breath blowing in his ear. 
"I want it, Brad!" 

Suddenly Jenny O'Brien was forgotten as a smile of triumph flickered across 
Brad's handsome face. 

He had no idea what had happened to his wife, but he wasn't going to argue 
now with her lewd and erotic offer of her magnificent body. 

Before he could reply, Rosemary's trembling hand slipped eagerly down 
between their bodies and encircled his gigantic penis, fondling it, 
caressing it, massaging the heated column as if it were the thing she most 
wanted in the whole world. 

"Oh, baby, that feels so damned good," he moaned as flashes of liquid fire 
surged through his straining loins. "Make your hand tighter, honey, 
ooooohhhhhh, that's it . . . Jesus, aaaaahhhhhh..." 

His moans of rapture grew louder as she threw one leg over his hip and 
straddled him, bringing her own excited body upright so that she was sitting 
with her smooth buttocks on his thighs, her hand still tightly wrapped 
around his massive cock and pumping erotically up and down. 

The only light in the bedroom came through a small space where the window's 
drapes came together. But it was enough to allow Brad Willoughby to see his 
wife's voluptuous body over him, her melon-shaped breasts gleaming 
sensually, her thickly aroused nipples jutting erotically out from the dark 
areolas. Her eyes were half-closed, her full, ripe lips parted enough so 
that her tiny pink tongue-tip projected out a fraction of an inch. 

She looked suddenly like the most desirable female in the whole world. 

Her gaping cuntal-wound was throbbing and pulsating against his thigh, 
staining his flesh with her powerfully-scented juices, sliding back and 
forth along the hard muscles as she pressed down to allow more contact of 
her awakening clitoris with his skin. 

"Don't you want me, darling?" she asked in a whisper, increasing the 
pressure of her fingers along the thickness of his swollen cock. 

"You're goddamn right I do!" he exploded, reaching up to take one of the 
bloated breasts in each hand and knead the smoothly quivering surfaces 
excitedly. At the same time, he thrust his pelvis up to meet the insistent 
strokes of her hand, squirming and writhing around, moaning softly as the 
desire began building in him and threatening to blow his loins apart. 
"Christ, baby, that's all I ever wanted!" 

The young blonde beauty smiled triumphantly as she forced herself to play 
out this perverted charade. There was no real desire in her luscious body, 
no sexual arousal, no burning need for her husband's huge prick to split 
apart her gaping pussy and bury itself deep up inside her belly. 

But the shameful game was important to her as anything she had ever done ... 
or would ever do! She fought down the faint sensation of fear in her 
stomach, determined to go through with the despicable lie she was acting out 
for Brad's benefit. Somehow she had to convince him that she had changed ... 
that she was as much a living, breathing, sexual being as the gorgeous 
neighbor. Strangely enough, the touch of his heated flesh against her own 
was not unpleasant as she had thought it would be. And her tight pussy did 
seem to be filled with an unfamiliar warmth. His fingers were eagerly racing 
over her breasts now, making the tingling nipples ache pleasantly as she 
gripped his warm prick-spear and masturbated it for him. 

"Make love to me now, darling," she moaned in mock passion, praying that he 
wouldn't discover her deception. 

Brad grunted in assent and let go of her breasts, snaking his strong hands 
down to close over each hip and pull her forward until her glistening, 
fur-covered cuntal slit was pressing against the scalding heat of his 
prick-shaft. 

They had never fucked in anything but the missionary position, and Rosemary 
was suddenly confused and frightened as he tried to raise her bottom 
slightly in the air and force it up over his steaming cock. 

"W-w-what are you doing?" she whimpered, feeling the sizzling heat of his 
prick-meat nuzzling against the furry mouth of her pussy. 

"I want you to fuck me from on top," he groaned, pulling her buttocks down 
and letting his gigantic rod slip between the dilated lips of her cunt. The 
touch of his rubbery hardness sent a shiver of anxiety racing through her 
whole body. Her hands were no longer wrapped around his prick, but she 
remembered how huge it had been, and she was suddenly frightened at the 
prospect of having that massive cudgel thrusting up into her defenseless 
body. 

"No, let's do it the other way," she pleaded, feeling her pussy-muscles 
starting to contract in fear and apprehension. "Please, darling, we've never 
done it this way before!" 

The lust-charged husband ignored her whimpering pleas and held her hips 
steady for a moment, then, without warning, he yanked them savagely 
downward, spearing and impaling her body on the monstrous shaft, causing her 
to cry out in agony at the fearful pain he was inflicting updn her. 

He knew in his heart that he should have been more gentle with his shivering 
wife, but he was at a fever-pitch of desire that drove everything but his 
own mounting passion from his mind. He groaned with ecstasy as the tightly 
gripping channel of her cunt closed down around his prick, then began moving 
his pelvis back and forth in a frenzied dance of lust, stuffing more and 
more of his organ up into her quivering orifice. 

"No ... no... it hurts me," she squealed, suddenly and shockingly taken back 
to that moment several weeks ago when she had felt the first horrible pain 
of Danny Gorman's gigantic prick splitting her anus apart. "Stop ... stop . 
.. oooohhhhhh, you're hurting meeeeeee!" 

But her pleas were having no effect on him. While she wriggled and writhed 
in a vain attempt to evade the oncoming prick, he continued to hold her 
tightly by the hips and fill the tormented cuntal-cavern with more and more 
of his scalding meat. Now he was all the way inside her. 

She fiercely tightened her pussy as she fought to expel the cruel invader, 
but it was useless. With tantalizing slowness, Brad began to fuck up into 
her cringing pussy-depths, each painful thrust stretching the tightly 
clenched walls of her cunt a bit more. 

RoseTnary felt as if she were being torn apart by his penetrating hardness. 
She could hear his lewd groans and heavy breathing as he rotated his pelvis 
frantically up against her helplessly skewered body, forcing his rock-hard 
penis further up into her painfully cringing depths and hammering at her 
sensitive cervix. She felt as if she were being ripped to shreds as he 
ground his hips back and forth, back and forth, brutalizing the tight, 
vainly resisting walls of her pussy with his demanding pressure. 

But there was more horror to come. 

One of his hands slipped off her trembling buttocks and down into the 
crevice of her ass, searching frantically for the tightly puckered little 
rectal opening that lay nestled in the shadowy crack. He was almost out of 
his mind with naked lust now, a lust that he would have been sharing with 
the gorgeous neighbor had not his wife insisted upon this assault upon her 
own body. A smile of obscene pleasure played across his lips as he slowly 
began to explore her widespread anal split with his fingers while his cock 
hammered up into her painful cunt. 

Rosemary shuddered, mortified and ashamed. Brad had never touched her there 
before. Only Danny Gorman had done that! She wanted to shriek out her agony, 
to scream at her lust-charged husband to stop before he drove her crazy with 
the horrible memories of her recent ass-rape. Instead, she closed her eyes 
tightly and gritted her teeth as his probing fingers moved over the 
fearfully trembling crevice to her bowels. Suddenly she felt him lewdly 
exploring the desperately clenching little opening. Oh God, no .. . no .. . 
no! she wailed silently, not that. .. not that! 

Then she was consumed with a stinging shaft of excruciating pain as he began 
to worm his outstretched finger slowly up into her defensively puckered 
rectal depths. 

"Stop it! Stop it, please, Brad!" she pleaded, her pussy and rectum now 
filled with his burning flesh. She had never known such pressure there 
before. It was as if two red-hot knives were being forced up into her 
stomach at the same time. Beads of perspiration popped out on her forehead 
and dripped obscenely down onto his chest. 

But there was no mercy there! 

As soon as he had involuntarily touched the puckered opening his mind was 
filled with thoughts of raging torment. That bastard of a rapist had fucked 
her there, he thought bitterly to himself, had soiled her forever, had 
ruined what was Brad's own property. He knew rationally that it hadn't been 
Rosemary's fault, but in his suddenly deranged mind he couldn't think of 
anything but the way his innocent young wife had knelt before her vicious 
attacker and offered up her virginal asshole to the youth. Now all the 
doubts he had harbored in the back of his burning brain for weeks suddenly 
erupted , with savage fury. Maybe she had done something to encourage the 
youth, he thought wildly. How could he be sure that Rosemary hadn't somehow 
led the boy to believe that her ass was his for the asking? Things like that 
happened before, he told himself. 

He was still pumping furiously up into the delicious depths of her tight 
cunt, his massive prick hard and throbbing with lust, his breathing heavy 
and labored now as he widened the burning depths of his wife's rectum with 
his finger. 

"Oh, Brad," Rosemary moaned piteously, trying to pull away from the impaling 
twin thrusts, her face burning with shame and humiliation as he fucked up 
into her with his cock while his finger continued its disgusting probe of 
her tortured rectal canal. "Please don't do this tome, darling!" 

"What's the matter, baby?" he asked sarcastically, his brain reeling in 
confusion and anger. "Does it remind you too much of your boyfriend's 
prick?" 

Horrified, the distraught young wife's body went rigid at the cruel words. 
What was he talking about, she wondered, what boyfriend? Suddenly she 
realized what he meant. He was talking about the rapist who had so savagely 
attacked her that misery-filled night! 

"You're crazy!" she shrieked down at him, her eyes flashing with deranged 
rage. "How can you say something like that? I was raped .. . raped, do you 
hear me... RAPED!" 

Tears of shame and hurt rolled down her hotly flushed cheeks. He was 
accusing her of the most terrible thing in the world. She had been the 
innocent victim of a savage assault, and yet Brad was acting as though she 
had been caught in adultery! It was monstrous, a cruel and ironic trick 
being played upon her shivering mind and body! 

But he was too filled with self-pity now to listen to her moans of anguish. 
Holding his finger far up inside her burning asshole, he used his other hand 
to hold her hips steady as he began to hammer at her cunt with his cock. The 
savagery of his renewed attack surprised them both. His prick was like a 
jackhammer, battering at her, splitting her wounded pussy apart, tearing at 
her womb like some demented devil! 

She was only semi-conscious now, nearly overwhelmed by the pain and shock of 
his horrible accusation and attack on her helpless young body. Oh God, let 
me die! she pleaded silently. Let me close my eyes and never have to suffer 
like this again! 

But just when she thought she could endure no more, a strange thing began to 
happen. As the excruciating punishment reached its apex and her strength and 
will to live ebbed, she found herself surrendering to the monstrous 
onslaught just as she had ultimately surrendered to Danny Gorman. She had no 
strength left, no will to fight off the vicious assault. With her total 
surrender to his mind-searing attack upon her helpless mind and body, a 
totally new feeling began to ripple faintly through her painfully impaled 
body. Unbelievable as it seemed, out of the burning humiliation and shame 
there arose a strange warmth and excitement that grew in her skewered crotch 
like nothing she had ever felt before. 

It was as if her horribly pummeled body was beginning to melt in the wild, 
warm waves of undulating pleasure that mixed with the searing pain and 
produced an irresistible gnawing of unfamiliar desire deep inside the 
cock-and-fmger ravaged depths of her abused body. 

OH MY GOD! she thought as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure began to 
surge through her cunt, WHAT'S HAPPENING TO MEEEEEEEEE? 

 Chapter Six 

Despite the continued pain, the naked young wife's body's needs forced her 
to moan and grind her hips downward to force more and more of her husband's 
cock and finger up into her cunt and asshole. She dug her naked knees into 
the mattress and gritted her teeth, less in torment than in the beginning of 
a blind, overwhelming lust. 

Her conscious mind still struggled against letting go completely, but her 
voluptuously kneeling body, jolted out of its lifetime of sexual inhibition 
by her husband's lewd and traumatizing attack, began to move slowly with his 
rapid thrusts, demanding satisfaction, urging him on, encouraging the vile 
debasement of her mind and body. 

It was as if a hidden aspect of her personality, a wild and- unbridled 
lewdness, buried deep in the remotest recesses of her subconscious mind was 
suddenly erupting with a dizzying speed. The pain had almost faded 
completely now and was being quickly replaced by an incredibly growing 
sensuality, an insatiable sexual hunger that bathed her whole body in 
overwhelming waves of heated pleasure. Every inch of her nakedly trembling 
young body was tingling with obscene passion as the confused young wife 
began moaning in desire-inspired delirium. Her head fell limply forward and 
her kneeling young nakedness began to thrash about in uncontrollable frenzy. 

"Oh Jesus!" Brad groaned, his prick and his finger buried deep inside her 
twin orifices. He felt her squirm ecstatically above him and he knew that 
she was beginning to enjoy the wild fucking. Her moans had changed from 
those of pain and anger to sighs and grunts and screams of delight and 
obscene excitement. 

I can't believe it! he told himself triumphantly. I'm finger-fucking her 
asshole and giving her the roughest fucking possible and she's loving it! 

His thickly swollen prick drove deeper and deeper into her hotly clasping 
cuntal passage while his finger probed the inner depths of her ravaged 
rectum. White-hot sperm began to gather and surge in his balls, gathering 
like a pool of molten lava. Like a madman, he rammed into his wife's now 
unresisting cock-stretched depths, and she met each hammer-blow with a 
lustful fury of her own. 

Velvety flashes of heat surged through Rosemary's wantonly twisting loins. 
Her voluptuous young body trembled with raw animal passion as delirious 
thrills consumed her and mingled with the faint bursts of masochistically 
exciting pain. Her heatedly throbbing cunt began to grow moist in response 
to Brad's thick cock reaming it out, and from the way that his brutal, 
finger was pressing along the shaftbottom through the thin membrane that 
separated her cunt from her rectal canal. 

Her rapidly clenching pussy pounded with lust, and she felt herself on the 
edge of a precipice, about to fall over into a bottomless pit of sexual 
delight. 

"OOOOHHHH! OOOOHHHHHHH!" she cried out ecstatically as, with aching rapture, 
her wetly pulsating cuntal walls began to secrete their sweet female fluids 
down over the cockmeat that was stuffed so far up into her pussy. "OHHHHH 
GODDDDDDDD, DARLING, IT FEELS SOOOOOOOOO GOOD!" 

The sound of her rapturous cries, accompanied as they were by her 
uncontrolled, passion-driven movements, brought her furiously pumping young 
husband to the staggering peak of his excitement. With a bestial cry of 
triumph, he slammed his prick and finger up into her nakedly squirming loins 
with the force of an unleashed hurricane. 

"I'm coming... I'm coming!" he screamed incoherently. His raging load of 
thick, heated semen exploded into Rosemary's violently clenching cunt in 
quick, convulsive spurts. Completely carried away by his raging lusts now, 
he poured a seemingly unending torrent of white-hot male juices up inside 
her boiling trench. 

Rosemary felt as if steaming lava was squirting into her pussy and spreading 
throughout her shamelessly aroused body. But just as she was about to 
achieve her first explosive climax in perfect union with her handsome 
husband, his snarling words assaulted her like a punching fist. 

"How do you like it, baby?" he shrieked sarcastically. "Was it as good as 
the reaming out your fucking young boyfriend gave you? Well, bitch, when I 
get down shooting my load, you're going to suck my cock like you did his! 
You hear me, bitch? You're going to SUCK MY PRICK!" 

All her momentarily discarded defenses came surging back again, filling her 
reeling brain with a monumental sense of shame, degradation and horror. It 
was obvious now that Brad didn't believe she had been raped, or that she 
hadn't loved having her asshole and her mouth plugged by the rapist's 
disgusting cock! She was suddenly so overwhelmed with rage and self-pity 
that she began beating his chest with her clenched fists as the sticky white 
juices continued to fill her desperately throbbing cunt. 

"NOOOOOOOOO! It's not true ... none of it is true, you rotten bastard!" she 
shrieked, her screams echoing around the room. 

Brad made no attempt to defend himself from her heavy blows. He continued to 
thrust his prick in and out of her gaping cunt as his orgasm slowed. Then, 
with a sudden pull, he yanked his finger and his cock out of her ravaged 
crotch and pushed her body away from his own. 

His nakedly perspiring young wife knelt at his side, her fists still beating 
a vicious tattoo on his body, her mind consumed by a black cloud of horror 
and frustration. She had been so close ... so damned close! And then he had 
to shame and degrade her with those horrible accusations! With an anguished 
cry of misery she suddenly collapsed on the bed and buried her face in the 
rumpled sheets and wept bitterly. 

"You aren't fooling me, bitch!" Brad snarled, reaching over and brutally 
shoving her around on her back. She tried desperately to fight him off, but 
he was too strong for her. In a moment their positions were reversed. Now he 
was straddling her young body, his heavy flesh pressing down against her 
body and holding it to the mattress. His half-erect prick, come still oozing 
obscenely out of the tiny slit in the end, was resting against her chin as 
she screamed obscenities up at him. 

"Leave me alone!" she shouted, saliva flecking her lips, her eyes glazed 
with hatred for the man who had abused her so cruelly.."Damn you, what more 
do you want from me?" 

"I told you, baby," he said in a low, throaty voice that was totally devoid 
of sympathy, "I want my cock sucked. Just like you sucked that kid's cock! 
Go on, open your mouth and eat me!" 

Without waiting for her answer, he reached down and grabbed her twisted 
blonde hair with one hand and savagely yanked her head upward until his 
bloated prick was pressing against her lips. 

"NftNNOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOO!" she squealed in horror and hatred. 

His other hand went around Rosemary's neck, squeezing tightly, almost 
cutting off the air to her tortured lungs. "Oh, yes, you will, bitch!" he 
commanded. "Now open up and start sucking!" 

She hated him, hated him more than any person alive ... hated him more even 
than Danny Gorman. At least the savage hadn't knowingly tried to destroy her 
mind as well as her body ... as Brad was! The bitter irony of the situation 
overwhelmed her. She had been on the brink of her first climax ... had 
willing, even eagerly, given play to her latent passions. And her reward had 
been mental abuse and torture from the man who claimed to love her! Brad was 
an animal, a no-good bastard who had been fucking her neighbor, a beast who 
was trying to destroy his helpless young wife as someone would squash an 
insect underfoot! 

All right, you dirty bastard! she thought, her mind reeling with hatred for 
the handsome man whose prick was lying obscenely on her lips. You want your 
cock sucked, huh? I'll suck it for you! I'll suck your goddamned prick and 
then I'll drink your goddamned juices ... but it'll be the last time you 
ever torture me! 

With a loud groan of despair, the beautiful young blonde opened her lips and 
forced them into a perfect oval. Before the throbbing rod slid between them 
she looked up into her husband's face and began cackling loudly. 

"You think his was the first cock I sucked?" she asked between her fits of 
maniacal laughter. "Well, it wasn't, darling! What do you think I did to 
amuse myself when you were out of town every week? You poor, stupid fool! 
You miserable, stupid bastard . .. AAAAAGGGHHHHHHH! 

Her words were suddenly stopped by the vicious thrust of his cock driving 
between her lips and to the back of her throat. 

But she knew from the look of stupified horror on his face that her lies had 
wounded him ... wounded him almost as much as his cruel words had done to 
her! 

- The next week was the most miserable one that either of them ever spent. 
Unwilling to spend another moment in the same apartment with her husband, 
Rosemary accepted Jenny O'Brien's invitation to move in with her 
temporarily. The beautiful neighbor's gesture wasn't entirely altruistic. 
For several weeks she had been trying to break-off her relationship with the 
demanding Brad Willoughby. She was tired of his jealous rages and the way he 
wanted to monopolize her every free moment. Now, with Rosemary encamped in 
the spare bedroom and acting as a buffer, Brad couldn't come near either of 
them. 

The lovely young wife hated the idea of living with her husband's former 
mistress, but she had no other place to go. Until she could rearrange her 
life and get a job to support herself, she was trapped between dependency on 
Jenny or Brad and, since the latter was intolerable, she chose the lesser of 
the two evils. All she knew was that she had to get away, to find some way 
of supporting herself so as not to have to confront the horrible shame of 
her husband's irrational accusations. 

The relationship between the two lovely women was, at best, strained. They 
co-existed in the apartment, but even conversation was difficult for them. 
And after the first few days of first pleading with his wife to return, then 
of darkly veiled threats, and ultimately of wallowing in self-pity, Brad 
left them alone. 

The nights were especially bad for the distraught young wife. She would lie 
in her borrowed bed and relive those frightening memories of being so close 
to orgasm and then having her wild and uncontrollable passion so brutally 
crushed by his cruel words. During the long hours of insomnia she had 
discovered masturbation, but the autostimulation only increased, rather than 
lessened, her sexual frustration. Her cunt was rubbed almost raw by her 
frantic fingers, her puckered little asshole lacerated by her desperate 
attempts to recreate those wonderful moments of pure and total animal lust 
she had experienced at her husband's hands. 

As the days continued her preoccupation with ultimate sexual gratification 
became total. She desperately wished she had someone to talk to ... someone 
who could help her understand the strangely overpowering thoughts that made 
her brain reel with shame. But there was no one. Finally, out of sheer 
hopelessness, she began leaving the apartment early every morning to look 
for work. Unfortunately, she had never held a job and her work skills were 
minimal if not nonexistent. The rejection of potential employers only made 
her more depressed and nervous. That, coupled with her raging sexual 
frustrations, threatened to turn the beautiful young woman into a haggard 
neurotic. Already she was losing weight and noticing the dark circles under 
her eys. 

"Look, honey," Jenny said one afternoon as they sat in the apartment and 
drank gin and tonics, "I know how badly you've been trying to get a job. I 
didn't want to say anything before now, but a friend of mine, a guy who owns 
a restaurant, needs waitresses pretty badly. Do you think you'd be 
interested?" 

Rosemary blushed furiously, thinking that her hostess was subtly trying to 
suggest that it was time she faced reality and took the only kind of job 
that was open to her ... a menial, low-paying position as a common waitress. 

"A waitress. job?" she asked archly, visibly shaken by the depressing 
prospect. The three drinks she had had made her light-headed and her speech 
slightly slurred. "No, I couldn't do that, Jenny. Something better will 
come, you'll see. I've got several prospects now for office work. I'm sure 
to get one of them. Then I can find my own apartment and move out." 

That was an outright lie on her part. No employer was willing to take on a 
totally inexperienced woman ... one who couldn't even file or type. 

"Sure, I was just trying to suggest something for you, that's all," Jenny 
sighed. The truth was that she was a little tired of Rosemary's continual 
bouts of depression and insomnia and, equally important, of the'fact that 
she couldn't even bring one of her lovers in to spend the evening in her 
bed. Jenny had her own life to live, one that didn't include babysitting 
with Rosemary Willoughby. She promised herself that she would give Rosemary 
one more week and then firmly insist that the unhappy young wife find other 
quarters. 

But the damage had already been done. Seeing the expression on Jenny's face, 
sensing the other woman's mounting irritation at sharing her apartment, 
Rosemary knew that she had to do something immediately. The gin had 
distorted her judgement and she got to her feet. 

"As a matter of fact," she said stiffly, trying to conceal her hurt and 
self-pity, "I'm supposed to see someone about a job this afternoon." She 
dreaded leaving the security of the apartment, but she knew she had to get 
away before they began exchanging heated words. There was enough money in 
her purse for her to take in a movie and kill a few hours, she thought 
drunkenly. 

"What kind of job interview would you go on at five o'clock in the 
afternoon?" Jenny asked suspiciously. "Hey, honey, don't go out now, it's 
almost dark." 

"It's a job in a. .." Rosemary stammered, trying desperately to think of 
some appropriate answer, "... in a bookstore! That's it! The manager of that 
bookstore over on Spring Street said to check with him again today. I'll 
probably get the job and be able to move out next week." And I'll pay you 
back for everything... the food and my share of the rent.. . everything!" 

Then, ignoring Jenny's protestations, fighting back the tears of 
unhappiness, she quickly changed into a fresh skirt and blouse, applied 
fresh lipstick and ran a comb through her long, blonde hair, and left the 
apartment. 

Walking along the street in the gathering darkness, Rosemary Willoughby 
wondered if her torment would ever end. She shivered in the cool night air, 
wishing she hadn't been in such a hurry to leave the apartment as to forget 
to throw on a coat or sweater. As her long, beautiful legs carried her 
toward Spring Street and the business district she wondered if she would 
have enough nerve to ask Brad for money. She hadn't seen him in several days 
... not since she had angrily ordered him out of Jenny's apartment when he 
tried to convince her to come home. If she could just swallow her angry 
pride perhaps he would give her money enough to get an apartment of her own 
and tide her over until she could find a job. 

Her body trembled at the idea of humbling and degrading herself by doing 
that. No, there had to be some other way out for her. Besides, she told 
herself bitterly, she wasn't at all certain she could face her handsome 
husband again without having her body betray her. He had been so strong and 
masterful that last night, so easily bringing her to the very peak of 
ecstasy before dashing her into the depths of despair with his unfounded and 
despicable slur on her character. 

But the more she thought about it the more warmly her aching pussy throbbed 
with desire. Her nipples were fully erect and tingling, her knees weak with 
lust. Just to have that huge, beautiful prick ripping up into her swampy 
cunt again, to have his frantic hands digging into her hairless rectum and 
bringing her such rapture-oft God! she thought, blushing at the idea that 
one of the passersby might see the lust on her face-stop it, you fool, stop 
it! 

She was almost ready to turn and retrace her steps back to the apartment 
when she heard a car pull up to the curb next to where she stood on the 
sidewalk, and a man's soft voice calling out to her. 

"Hey, baby, you need a lift or something?" 

She locked up angrily, her eyes blazing at the affrontery of the man who had 
spoken. She was no whore, no cheap hooker! she thought to herself, no matter 
how low she had fallen in the past few weeks. 

Her eyes suddenly widened with shock as she found herself staring into the 
face of a youth who looked very much like Danny Gorman. She gasped, 
terrified for a moment that the vicious rapist had somehow escaped his 
confinement. But she could see now that this youth was younger and more 
attractive than the almost-illiterate janitor. Another youth sat behind the 
wheel of the late-model car. 

"How about it, honey, you looking for a ride?" the youth repeated 
insinuatingly, his eyes taking in the swollen mounds of her luscious 
breasts, then sweeping down over her flaring hips to the long, 
beautiful-formed legs. 

Rosemary wanted to scream at them to leave her alone, but something kept her 
from doing that. She gasped as she felt her legs stepping closer to the car. 
No! For God's sake, no! a silent voice in the back of her mind told her. 

"I'm just going as far as Spring street," she heard herself say as she bent 
over so that her head would be closer to the car's side window. Her 
succulent breasts pushed invitingly and lewdly against the thin material of 
her blouse, a fact that obviously was not lost on the leering youth. 

"Oh, yeh, well hop in then, we'd be glad to take you," the boy replied, 
grinning stupidly. He turned to his friend, the driver. "Wouldn't we, 
Vinnie?" 

"Sure thing, Carl," the driver said with aru equally moronic giggle. "Come 
on, baby, we'll take good care of you!" 

The obscene words were perfectly clear to Rosemary. For a moment she 
hesitated, fear replacing the uncertainty she had felt a second before. The 
youths were in their early twenties, and she could smell the stale aroma of 
beer about them. The voice was pleading with her again, telling her to turn 
and run before it was too late! Instead of obeying her rational mind, 
Rosemary forced a smile and waited for the boy named Carl to push the car 
door open for her. She had to squirm her lush body past him to get into the 
back seat and she blushed to the roots of her silken blonde hair when she 
felt his beady eyes devouring her body. But she felt something else, too, a 
throbbing, pulsating fire building down between her creamy thighs, a raging 
inferno that was quickly spreading into the velvety interior of her dilated 
cunt, surging and tingling, sending shivers of.lewd desire racing through 
her legs and stomach. 

What am I doing? she wondered, her mind whirling with confusion and 
uncertainty. She had consciously gotten into the car with two strangers, two 
beery-breathed youths who might, for all she knew, be every bit as vicious 
as Danny Gorman. 

Shockingly, that last thought didn't disturb her. If anything, it increased 
the wild sensations gnawing at her warm, wet pussy. 

The youth called Carl swung around in his seat to face her as the driver 
started up the engine and swung away from the curb. 

"You live around here, honey?" he asked in a husky voice as his eyes tried 
to drill a hole in her skirt just over her palpitating cuntal slit. 

She nodded, forcing herself to stare at his attractive face. His nose was 
puffy, as if it had been broken at some point, and his lips were ripely 
sensual. But it was the eyes that interested her most. They had swung up now 
and were holding hers. Eyes that seemed to see right into the depths of. her 
tortured soul. Eyes that seemed to read her every obscene thought. 

She could see that they weren't driving toward Spring Street, but she made 
no protest. It was dark now, the street lights just beginning to cut through 
the gloomy evening. Slowly, very slowly, Rosemary lifted one long leg and 
laid it across the other, pausing just long enough to give the lewdly 
staring youth a quick glimpse of the wet strip of nylon that covered her 
furry cuntal furrow. He reacted as if he had been struck in the face, 
recovering quickly as his breathing became more irregular. Then a smug grin 
split his full lips. 

"You looking for a little action, baby?" he asked boldly. 

"I.. . I. . . I don't know what you mean," she stammered in reply, wondering 
if her wildly throbbing pussy was going to blow apart from the intense 
pressure down between her legs. 

"I think you do know, honey," Carl laughed easily, turning to Vinnie. "Hey, 
man, let's go up to that house we were at yesterday." 

Vinnie glanced at Rosemary's image in the rear-view mirror and nodded 
excitedly, dropping one meaty hand to his groin while he drove skilfully 
with the other. 

When Carl turned back to Rosemary again she could see that he was already 
hotly aroused. "Where are you taking me?" she asked quietly in a voice that 
sounded so different than her own. 

"Me and Vinnie know a place where we won't be disturbed, honey," he giggled. 
"Any objections?" 

She shook her head, crossing her legs again, this time giving him a few more 
seconds to view the wetly pulsating spot between her thighs. She was glad 
that it was dark in the car ... her face was blushing furiously, her whole 
body trembling with shame and humiliation as she thought of what she was 
doing. A whore! she thought to herself, that's what I am, a miserable 
goddamned whore! 

In a few moments Vinnie was swinging the car into the driveway of a 
ramshackle old abandoned house. It was obvious that he knew the terrain 
well, because he drove past the front porch and around the side, braking the 
car by the side door. 

"Here we are, lady," he laughed, pushing open his door and stepping out into 
the darkness. "Come on out, folks!" 

As Rosemary stepped out onto the gravel drive, it was almost as if she were 
outside her own body and watching herself moving relentlessly toward 
self-destruction. Tall, thickly-foliaged trees and overgrown bushes 
surrounded them, making the house all but invisible from the street only a 
few dozen feet away. She felt Carl's rough hand on her arm, tightening 
there, pulling her inexorably toward the half-open doorway of the house. 

"You're pretty cool, baby, I'll give you that," he murmured as his eyes 
swept down over her lush, trembling body. "Yeh, you're pretty fucking cool!" 

She shuddered at the words, frightened half out of her mind by what she was 
doing. But there was no turning back now. Her cunt was on fire, burning and 
smoldering with lust, pulsing and throbbing out of control. Only the 
scalding hardness of a male penis could quench the inferno between her legs. 

Vinnie kicked the ragged screen door open and held it for them, whistling 
appreciatively as he saw Rosemary's beautifully-formed body for the first 
time so close. His eyes widened in obscene anticipation when her swaying hip 
brushed against the bulging crotch of his dirty jeans. 

As soon as they were inside the house, Carl let go of Rosemary's arm and 
quickly lit a candle which had been stuck in an empty wine bottle. Shadows 
suddenly flickered around the room, showing the shivering girl that they 
were standing in what had once been a bedroom. Plaster hung from the ceiling 
and walls, and dust and dirt were everywhere. The room was empty of 
furniture, and only an obscenely stained mattress on the floor gave evidence 
that the room had been used recently. 

. "Oh, Jesus, Carl, what a pair of tits on this cunt," Vinnie said with an 
insane laugh, reaching out and planting one meaty hand on her swollen 
breast, kneading and pinching at the ripe mound beneath the thin blouse. 

"Her ass ain't bad, either, man," Carl replied. 

Suddenly Rosemary was more terrified than she had ever been in her whole 
young life. It was as if the youth pawing at her shivering breast had 
brought her back to reality. 

She cried out in fright and tried to brush his hand away. "Nooooooooo!" she 
wailed. "Don't touch me, you moron! Get your goddamned hands off me!" 

Both youths looked at her for a moment in stunned silence. Then Carl reacted 
quickly, moving closer and grabbing Rosemary around the waist tightly, 
holding her close to his lust-charged body, bringing his lewdly grinning 
face close to hers. 

"What in the fuck is this, bitch?" he snarled. "You think you're going to 
get me and Vinnie all worked up and then scream rape or something? Screw 
that, baby! You fucking near made me fall off the car seat showing me that 
sweet little cunt of yours! What is it, you get it off by prick-teasing 
guys, is that it?" 

The youth's rancid breath was making her sick to her stomach, and the 
pressure of his arm around her waist was becoming excruciatingly painful. 
All of the horrors she had undergone at the hands of Danny Gorman came 
suddenly back to her, making her shriek with agony, causing her to kick 
wildly at the boy's shin with the spike-heel of her shoe. 

"You're crazy!" she screamed. "You said you were going to give me a ride to 
Spring Street or I wouldn't have gotten into the car! Let me go ... damn 
you, take your hands off me!" 

Vinnie had been staring at them with -an expression of fear and confusion on 
his ugly face. There wasn't a shred of doubt in his mind but that the 
beautiful woman was totally crazy. Her face was a mask of demented rage, her 
eyes flashing wildly back and forth, saliva oozing out of one corner of her 
mouth as she fought to free herself from Carl's strong grip. 

Oh God, no, don't let this happen to me! she screamed inwardly, praying that 
they would let her go. She hadn't known what they intended, she protested 
silently. She didn't want this... they were like animals.. . like Danny 
Gorman! She couldn't stand another vicious assault on her lush young body. 
She would go crazy if that happened! 

"Maybe you better let her go, Carl," Vinnie said uncertainly. "Look at her, 
she's some sort of weirdo freak. Come on, man, let's get the fuck out of her 
before she goes completely nuts!" 

"Are you jiving me or what?" Carl sneered, suddenly relaxing his hold on 
Rosemary's waist and using his free hand to throw her brutally down onto the 
disgusting mattress. 

She cried out, falling onto the soiled mattress in a tangled heap, her skirt 
hiked up around her hips, her legs spread-eagled, her white nylon panties 
exposed to their lust-filled eyes. 

Before she could pull her legs together again and cover her thighs and 
stomach with her disordered skirt, Carl dropped quickly down onto the 
mattress beside her and slapped her as hard as he could across the face. 

"AAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!" she wailed, bitter tears of pain and fright welling up 
in her eys and spilling down over her flushed cheeks. There seemed to be no 
hope for her now. With mounting horror she watched as he spread her legs 
apart again and then began stripping off her skimpy bikini panties. 

"Noooo... please, don't do that to me!" she shrieked, fighting desperately 
to stop the boy's lewdly probing hands. 

"Shut up, cunt!" he snarled, pushing her back down onto the mattress and 
stripping off the panties and throwing them to his friend. When he turned 
his gaze back to her, it was obvious that only one thing interested him ... 
the crimson slash between her shivering thighs. Grabbing one ankle in each 
hand, Carl thrust her legs apart as far as they would go, holding them high 
in the air while he bent his face toward the delicately-perfumed cuntal slit 
that pulsated fearfully. In a moment his face was only inches from the furry 
pussy-mouth. His tongue snaked out of his mouth to lick his drying lips as 
he devoured the fluted outer lips, then swung his eyes up into the velvety 
inner channel that led to the very depths of her womb. 

The horrified young wife could feel his heated breath on her crotch, could 
feel his eyes boring into her pussy, and she was livid with terror. 

"Please, don't hurt me, don't hurt me," she pleaded over and over as Vinnie 
siffedthe crotch of her nylon panties and smiled crazily. 

"Hey, Carl, the crotch of these things is all wet," he laughed. "She must 
have been creaming her pants just thinking about us screwing her!" 

"You bet your sweet ass she was," Carl replied, still gazing obscenely at 
the luscious pussy-mound in front of him. "She's just a little spooky, 
that's all. Look at this tight little cunt, man. Jesus, I never saw anything 
so delicious-looking ... I got a good mind to go down on the bitch before we 
screw her!" 

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Rosemary squealed, trying to sit up. A flashing light 
exploded behind her eyes as Carl rapped her chin with his half-closed fist, 
knocking her down onto the mattress again. 

The next few minutes were confused ones for her. She could hear herself 
screaming for mercy as the two youths began stripping off her clothes. They 
didn't bother with the buttons, just pulling and ripping at them. Soon she 
lay helpless and vulnerable before their lust-filled eyes. 

"NOOOOOOO!" she screamed again, shutting her eyes, trying to block out their 
images. But their leering, lewd grins remained imprinted on her retina. 

When her eyes opened again she shuddered as she saw that both youths were 
now naked. Carl's long, thick cock bobbed up against his naked belly like a 
snake about to strike, and she cringed with horror, not wanting to look at 
him, but totally fascinated at the same time by the gigantic rod. 

"What's it going to be, man?" Vinnie asked, fondling his swollen rod in his 
hand. "You want to take turns, or should we give it to her at both ends?" 

"Yeh, that's an idea," Carl chuckled obscenely. "How about you make her suck 
your cock while I work on her down below?" He paused and turned his 
attention to the shivering, horror-stricken woman. "That okay with you, 
bitch?" 

Suddenly he was on his hands and knees above her, his hands reaching for her 
swollen breasts. She moaned piteously as he kneaded and caressed them for a 
moment, then leaned over and took one of them into his warm mouth, his 
tongue sucking on the rubbery nipple, flicking over it, defying it not to 
harden under his lustful, degrading touch. He continued until both her 
breasts were teased into involuntary hardness on top of the soft, full 
mounds. She could feel a chill run through her body as she fought to control 
her reaction, but it was useless. 

She closed her eyes again, trying to fight off the hatred of what was 
happening to her, the humiliation and indignities he was forcing upon her 
helpless body. 

He kneaded and massaged her breasts relentlessly until her body was driven 
almost crazy by the animal force within her and she could feel a sudden 
tightening again down between her thighs. 

His hands roamed over the curves of her hips while he continued his sensual 
mouthing of her breasts, running down over the narrowness of her waist and 
gripping the rounded bulge of her stomach, kneading and pinching them 
cruelly, sending tremors of desire through her writhing body. He seemed to 
know every vital spot, a deliberate fondling that drove her into a wanton 
frenzy. She bucked up against him, wanting to feel the hardness of his cock 
pressing against her pussy. 

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" she moaned as his fingers began to massage the soft flesh 
of her inner thigh, slowly, painstakingly working their way up to the soft 
curls of pubic hair between her legs and searching for the tiny, sensitive 
bud of her clitoris. His finger triggered a lustful response from her as he 
probed and prodded, playing teasing with the soft pink lips of her pussy. 
She rolled back and forth on the mattress, no longer trying to fight the 
flood of desire that was tearing through her naked body and making her belly 
ache with desire. 

"You want it, don't you, honey?" he taunted, knowng that his fingers had 
stimulated her to a point of no return. 

"Oooohhhh, yessss . . . yesssss .. ." she whimpered, her whole body suddenly 
aflame with a lewdly kindled desire. 

His index finger began to prove through the thin, hair-lined folds of flesh 
that guarded her cunt and rubbed slowly, tantalizingly against the soft, 
spongy walls of the smooth, wet channel. It no longer mattered to her that 
the man who was sending the waves of lustful desire through her body was a 
stranger, hardly more than a boy. The only thing that mattered was that he 
was making her feel like a complete and total woman, generating pleasure and 
a painful lust that had to be satisfied. 

He rocked back on his knees so that she could see his giant prick throbbing 
over her thighs and she wanted to scream for him to end her misery. She 
wanted to take the beautiful organ in her hands and caress, to take it 
between her lips and suck it. He wanted to rape her, but she wanted him so 
desperately that it was no longer rape at all! 

Just then Vinnie lowered his body down over her head, pushing his hips 
toward her face so that she could suddenly feel his pendulous balls jiggle 
against her chin as he pushed his thick, hard cock deep into her waiting 
throat. 

He thrust in and out with a steady rhythm, never once taking the swollen 
meat fully out of her mouth so that she could catch her breath. She tried to 
swallow, but her tongue was being pressed down against her teeth so that it 
made it impossible for her to do anything except suck hungrily and greedily 
on the pungently-scented shaft. 

"Suck it, bitch . . . suck it good!" he giggled crazily, marveling at how 
easy it had been to force his will upon the stunningly beautiful young 
blonde. 

Carl watched Vinnie sawing his prick back and forth in the woman's mouth, 
then couldn't wait any longer to get his own pleasure. 

Suddenly his body fell on hers and she shuddered with anticipation, 
hungering for him, wanting him, arching her hips up so that her nakedly 
squirming cunt was presented to his throbbing prick. 

He aimed the rubbery head at the hair-lined slit, prodding slowly at first 
so that she thought she would go out of her mind with frustration. 

Give it to me L her mind and body screamed. Give me all of it! Her lips and 
tongue flew furiously up and down the swollen cock in her mouth as she tried 
to force her hips up further against Carl's bloated rod. 

Her body ached desperately with desire. She had to have him. Had to have 
them both! 

With one mighty thrust he was suddenly deep inside her. Shrieking against 
the cock stuffed into her mouth, Rosemary felt the walls of cunt close 
around his massive shaft as he wormed his way inside her, in up to the very 
hilt. He rocked back and forth on her as she raised and lowered her hips, 
the two of them locked wetly together while her mouth continued to greedily 
suck at the scalding meat that was trapped between her lips. 

Harder! Fuck me harder! she wailed silently, bringing her legs up and 
wrapping them tightly around the naked youth's back, trying to pull him in 
even deeper, wanting him to cruelly batter at the sensitive nub of her 
cervix and go crashing into her womb. 

Suddenly, unexpectedly, she felt a great gob of heated semen splash into her 
mouth from Vinnie's exploding cock. His semen was warm and acrid-tasting, 
but she gulped it down as if it were the most delicious nectar in the world. 

And then her own cunt convulsed around the thick prick slicing into her, 
holding it, caressing it, squeezing it, forcing out more and more of the hot 
sperm that was suddenly splashing out and filling her cuntal cavern. 

Oh God, I'm going to come... I'm going to commmmmmmmmme . . . I'M 
COMINGGGGGGGGG! she screeched silently, low animal-like moans coming from 
her throat, tears of happy satisfaction spilling down her cheeks as her 
whole inflamed cunt began to roll wildly and powerful contractions signaled 
her wild climax. She felt as if she were being screwed down into the 
mattress by the furiously pumping youth. His swollen balls were slapping 
painfully at her upturned buttocks, adding to the rapturous sensations of 
complete and utter sexual delirium. 

Pinwheels of light exploded in her brain and her belly rolled and writhed 
around under the heavy hammering of his cock as more and more ecstatic 
flashes of raw pleasure jolted her. 

More . .. more ... MORE! she wailed silently, increasing the pressure of her 
lips and tongue on the rapidly deflating cock that skewered her mouth. Her 
long, lovely legs held Carl tightly, refusing to let him go, wanting to die 
from the delicious thrills that were threatening to blow her wetly writhing 
cunt apart. 

When the two exhausted youths finally pulled their flesh out of her mouth 
and cunt, she groaned in disappointment. 

"Not yet. . . don't let it be over yet," she pleaded with them. Her 
twitching pussy was still aflame with demanding desire, her whole body 
tingling and gasping for more of the wonderful fucking they had given her. 

All thoughts of her husband were gone from her mind. She would manage 
somehow without him, she realized. No longer was she a weak and naive young 
innocent. The brutal crime that had been committed against her by Danny 
Gorman had toughened her and made her a woman, if only she would stop 
feeling sorry for herself. Yes, she would survive! 

"Jesus, honey, that was some wild fucking!" Carl grinned down at her, 
sitting back on his heels, his still-hard prick jerking out from between his 
naked loins. 

"I want you again," she whispered up at him, taking his swollen rod in her 
hand and feeling her own sticky juices mingling there with his heated semen. 
Her body was burning again, but this time it was another orifice that was on 
fire, the puckered little hairless hole between her smoothly churning 
asscheeks. "But this time I want something different. ..." 

"Sure, honey, anything you say," Carl sighed, winking happily at his friend 
who was stretched out on the floor at the head of the mattress. "What is it, 
baby? You want to suck my cock, huh?" 

"Screw that," she heard herself saying in a lust-charged voice that was 
dripping with desire. "I want you to fuck my ass, baby! You hear me? I want 
you to shove that big beautiful cock up into my asshole and blow me apart!" 

The startled youth's eyes widened in delirious anticipation as he watched 
her roll over onto her stomach, then lift her ass high in the air and reach 
around to pull her beautiful asscheeks apart. The wrinkled little orifice 
laying there seemed to be winking at him as it clenched and relaxed 
rhythmically. 

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she demanded. 

Without answering, still too shocked to believe that the beautiful woman was 
really inviting him to impale her asshole on the end of his now-huge cock, 
Carl leaned forward and forced the gigantic knob-end of his cock into the 
sweating crevice between her buttocks. 

Rosemary Willoughby shivered violently as she felt the hard meat touching 
her hairless, puckered hole. Then she relaxed and tried to force her asshole 
to flower open for the boy's throbbing cock. 

As he began to thrust the meaty rod into the churning channel of her nether 
opening, the deliriously happy woman looked up at the shocked Vinnie and 
smiled. 

"You're next, honey, so get that cock good and hard for me," she called out 
to him. "Because I want you both to fuck my asshole. And if you've got any 
friends you can bring them here too . . . I'll fuck you all!" And then she 
screamed with ecstasy. 


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