The Motel Manager's Wife
by Jon Reskind


FOREWORD 

Marriage is inevitably a partnership where the husband and wife divide their 
responsibilities and also share them. Each couple must decide for themselves 
which responsibilities they will share and which one or the other will 
handle exclusively. And that's usually where the trouble begins. As long as 
there is love and sexual compatability in the marriage, the problems of 
sharing and dividing can usually be worked out with minimal friction, 
involving cooperation rather than competition. 

However, only too often, the ideal honeymoon - with both love and sexual 
compatability - evolves into a marriage which is far from ideal - where, 
perhaps, one partner refuses to accept or share the responsibilities. Even 
then, the marriage may "work" - but when one partner or both no longer loves 
the other or gains sexual satisfaction with the other, then there is little 
hope. Nonetheless, separation and divorce are traumatic steps which are 
usually resorted to only when all else fails. 

This is the situation which Laura Haynes faces in the latest novel by Jon 
Reskind, A Motel Manager's Wife. Her marriage to Bob Haynes has slowly but 
steadily deteriorated over the past seven years until there seems to be no 
hope for it. But, despite his flaws, she still feels a spark of love for 
him. She tolerates his excessive gambling - even though it leads to a second 
mortgage on their shabby motel. She even accept his carousing till all hours 
and his neglect of her sexual needs, and, finally, she allows him to push 
her into a lesbian affair with an unknown waitress. Little by little, Laura 
Haynes allows herself to be degraded by her husband, letting him drag her 
down to his irresponsible level. Always, she holds the vain hope that Bob 
will pull out of it and "things will work out." 

But her husband's debts eventually lead to the loss of their motel and its 
takeover by "the syndicate" which makes it into a roadhouse-bordello, 
retaining Bob and Laura as managers. At last, all hope gone, Laura acts to 
end her tribulations: she calls the police and gives them all the necessary 
information to put the motel (and the syndicate) out of business. However, 
to her dismay, this final desperate act merely embroils her all the more 
deeply in her trap. 

Certainly, the reader will agree, Laura Haynes has done everything a wife 
could to hold her marriage together, to win back her husband, and to solve 
her probleMs. Mr. Reskind has admirably worked out the solution to her 
quandary in the end, and we, The Publishers, are sure that the mature adult 
reader will find A 

Motel Manager's Wife a welcome addition to his library of contemporary 
mores. 

Chapter One 

"Laura Haynes lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering what had become 
of her once happy, exciting life. Here she was again, waiting for Bob, 
worrying about his philandering ways, and equally important, about his 
penchant for wasting money - money they no longer had. 

It was after one in the morning and the time dragged. It seemed as if she'd 
been lying there for endless days waiting for her husband. Bob had probably 
been at the track again and lost his shirt. Whenever that happened, which 
was almost every time he could get his hands on some money, he ended up at 
one of his cronies' places, playing stud poker or shooting craps on borrowed 
money, and usually losing that. 

That was probably why his friends were so willing to lend him money, because 
he was a steady loser. And, Bob always made certain that his gambling debts 
were paid first, and if there was anything left, then they would have enough 
to eat for the week. 

It wasn't the first time he had stayed out like this. It was becoming all 
too frequent. 

She had stayed up until the last guest had driven into the motel court and 
had gone to his room. That had been at midnight, and she had locked the 
small front office and put out the night bell sign. 

It didn't have to be this lonely and insecure, Laura thought. They had had 
every chance to be the happiest of people. When they had been married seven 
years ago, she had inherited the 15-unit motel from her parents, and even 
with the rising costs and improvements they had started to put into it, it 
should have provided a good living. She was glad, in a way, that her parents 
weren't alive to see the mess Bob was making of the place ... and of their 
lives. 

She let her mind drift back to the first months of their marriage when they 
had been deliriously happy. They had a good summer with the motel, and had 
been able to even hire a clerk, so they had time to have fun together days. 
Neither seemed to mind the hard work involved, because they were together 
all the time. 

They had gone to the track together often, and Bob's luck had been good, and 
also, his bets had been much more conservative. 

That first year, they had done well enough during the summer months, and 
then during the hunting season, to live comfortably for the rest of the 
year. 

But Bob had begun to cut into the savings, and costs had risen. Money grew 
tight, and when people came to the mountains, they used their credit cards 
to stay at the large resorts that had restaurants and cocktail lounges 
attached, .and riding stables and large swimming pools. 

Instead of trying to find an outside job, Bob had gambled heavily at the 
track when it was open, and with his poker pals during the winter. 

She had taken a job as maid at a ski resort some 40 miles distant, and that 
had kept them subsisting. 

Laura turned on the bedlamp, getting up to get a drink of water. She was 
restless and discouraged. She'd probably have to take a menial job again. 
She'd hoped it would be better this year. They had borrowed from the bank, 
made some repairs, but the majority of the borrowed money had been gambled 
away by Bob. 

She would have to borrow from her sister again, she feared, just to get 
through the month. And Bob had developed a nasty habit of raiding the cash 
almost daily, so that they couldn't even keep up with current running 
expenses. 

Laura caught sight of herself in the dresser mirror. It was a hot, muggy 
night, and she had taken off her thin nightgown. 

The window was opened wide, but not a breath of air penetrated into the 
room. 

Her long blonde hair clung stickily to her face and neck, and beads of 
perspiration clung to her skin. Tiny wisps of her golden tresses curled 
wetly about her forehead. 

She turned about, peering at her body appraisingly. Raising up on her toes, 
she stretched her arms high over her head. Her pert, full breasts jutted 
out, forming a hollow between them, down which ran a tiny rivulet of 
perspiration. Even that slight stirring of the stuffy air was welcome to her 
body, and as her eyes ran over her girlish body, she felt a stirring in her 
loins. 

She had a desirable body, she felt, and most of the men she came into 
contact with seemed to eye it with admiration. But it had been so long since 
Bob had made love to her. Usually he came home too drunk to even kiss her 
good-night. But she was a passionate woman who enjoyed sexual lovemaking 
with her husband, and her loins ached for him, night after night. 

She lay down on the bed, and her hand went to the thatch of soft, blonde 
pubic hair at the top of her sleek, well-rounded thighs. She felt a thrill 
go through her as her fingers brushed her pussy lips. 

She wondered why she was no longer attractive to Bob. She had lost none of 
her shape, which had always been exciting since she was fourteen. Now, at 
twenty-four, she was in the full bloom of her womanhood. Her breasts were 
firm and uptilted, with no trace of sag. Her waist was narrow, her thighs 
and calves trim and attractive, and she had no inhibitions about the type of 
sex act that Bob chose. 

Her fingers toyed with the downy hair that covered her vaginal slit, her 
lovely, sensual mouth drawn down in wonder as she pondered the deterioration 
of her marriage. 

She rose again, standing before the mirror, as if to reaffirm the fact that 
she was a beautiful woman. She looked as fresh and desirable as she had when 
she had married at seventeen, she knew. 

The strain of going week after week without Bob's making love to her was 
getting to be too much. It was grinding away her self-confidence and her 
desire to please him. It was bad enough about the money losses, but she 
hadn't had even a kiss or a hug for almost two months! 

A deep longing welled up inside her. She wanted Bob to hold her in his arms, 
kiss her lips and her body, take her physically, to feel his muscular body 
pressed to hers as his cock penetrated deep up into her vagina. 

Laura sighed and shook her damp head. If only she could do something to stop 
his gambling, to turn his attention back to their marriage, so he would make 
love to her like he used to. 

She put her hands underneath her breasts, cupping them, blushing hotly as 
she thrilled to her own touch. She twisted the cherry-colored nipples, 
liking the sensation that raced down her belly to her loins. She pressed her 
thighs tightly together, moving so a friction was set up inside her pussy. 
She began to tremble as the sensuous excitement went deeper into her loins. 

"Aaaah ..." Laura sighed as she let one hand drift to her pussy, her fingers 
brushing the yielding lips. Then, embarrassed at her actions, she stopped 
herself and went back to her bed. 

She lay down wearily, and the thick, heavy air closed about her, smothering 
and depressing. As she tossed about to find a comfortable position, even the 
touch of the sheets against her flesh set up a wave of sensuality that 
gradually permeated her whole being. 

She fantasized that Bob was there with her, his blunt, hard penis 
penetrating deep inside her pussy, shoving against the walls of her vagina 
and against the sensitive surface of her cervix. 

She moaned with desire as she tossed fitfully, trying to drown her need in 
sleep. But it was useless. She couldn't get Bob's cock out of her mind. 

One hand went to her breast, kneading it, tweaking the nipple, while the 
other stole to her moist, hot pussy. Her fingers spread the soft, damp pubic 
hair and slid into the crevice of flesh that held her clitoris. Laura rolled 
from side to side, pretending that it was Bob's hands that were arousing 
her. She always loved the foreplay that he indulged in. Bob especially loved 
to fondle and kiss her breasts. 

She moaned aloud, "Oh, Bob ... Bob ... why aren't you here ... ?" It was a 
plaintive, forlorn cry for relief from her sexual torment. 

Suddenly, her hands became Bob's hands, and she massaged and tickled her 
swelling clitoris until it became hard and rigid, like a miniature penis, 
red and almost exploding with the tingling sensations. 

Her body writhed as the warm excitation flooded her cunt with lubricating 
juices. She flung her head from side to side, her hair swishing damply 
against her face. In her mind, Bob was making wild, passionate love to her, 
his body heavy on hers, his enormous cock filling her pussy, stretching the 
sides of it... sending her out of her mind! 

Laura suddenly stopped her violent fingering. It was only frustrating her 
more. Her imagination couldn't fill her need for a hard, stiff cock inside 
her! 

She had to have at least a simulated penis! She jumped up and ran to the 
closet, rummaging in an old box that was way in the back, and brought out a 
large dildo that she'd hidden there, months ago. 

Bob had brought it home as a joke, and she had never used it. But tonight, 
she had to! 

It was made of dull-brown, flexible rubber, and it was almost nine inches 
long and almost three inches in diameter. When she'd first seen it, it had 
repulsed her, but now it began to look like a life-saver for her. 

Her eyes shone with lust as she anticipated the long, semi-hard dildo 
plunging into her cunt! 

She got back onto the bed and lay back, spreading her legs wide, panting 
with need. She didn't feel depraved, as she had feared she would if she ever 
used it. Her mind was too involved with her need for sexual release. 

She nestled her buttocks down into the mattress, her cunt wide, as she held 
the rubberized prick firmly in both hands, letting it touch the lips of her 
pussy. She trembled slightly as the cool rubber tip touched her hot flesh, 
but she quickly thrilled as she pushed it deep up into her hot, slippery 
cunt! 

It was bigger than she'd thought, and it went in with difficulty. She worked 
it about, moistening it with her own fluids, and it began to slide into the 
depths of her cunt with ease as she relaxed her inner muscles to accept it. 
Once it was seated in her channel, she relaxed and concentrated on the 
sensual pleasures it gave, creating a delicious friction as it moved along 
the sides of her dark channel. 

She pushed and pulled steadily, moving it from side to side to try to touch 
all of her inner cunt, and she began to respond to its use with gasps and 
chills of delight that formed in her cunt and spread over her entire being! 

It felt unbelievably good, better than anything she'd felt for a long time. 
It was the next best thing to having Bob's cock in her, his arms around her, 
his lips on hers! She pushed hard on the fake cock, feeling it touch the 
entrance to her womb, sending wave after wave of sensual pleasure over her. 
Yet she was fully aware that she was making love to herself. Bob wasn't 
there. 

She pushed her loneliness aside, concentrating on the thrilling contact that 
the phony cock was making with her clitoris and her inner walls as she 
continued to push and pull it at an ever-swifter rate. Laura began to push 
it hard and deep, grunting as it touched the very depths of her cunt. She 
moved her hips, lunging upward to meet the incoming thrust of the dildo, 
tossing and bucking as if she were being fucked by a phantom lover. 

Cries began to escape from her lips as she felt her cum approaching rapidly. 
"Ooooooooh . . . yessss ... oooooh... fuck me ... fuck me good ..." she 
crooned to herself as the delicious warmth of orgasm flooded her genitals. 
She pumped feverishly with the glistening fake cock, her whole body writhing 
and threshing about, twisting as if she were in the throes of madness! 

The lust-driven young blonde was unaware of pain, although she was hurting 
herself with the deep, wild thrusts of the dildo, so eager was she to gain 
sexual relief. She wanted to feel it all inside her, before she felt the 
blessed relief of orgasm! 

It had been so long ... so long... Laura was biting her tongue as it 
protruded from her lips, groaning and muttering unintelligible words as the 
mixture of pain and pleasure flooded her body with a wantonness she had 
never felt before. If Bob, her own husband, refused her this relief, she had 
every right to provide it any way she could, she rationalized. She should 
feel guilty, Laura knew, but she didn't. She had to have relief! Yet she was 
aware of a wistful longing for Bob, a desire that the hot cock between her 
legs could be somehow mystically turned into her husband's own huge, 
satisfying cock. 

As she felt the hot flash of orgasm set in, the writhing blonde wife 
screamed aloud, "Oh my God!... Oh, God!" She made shorter and faster thrusts 
with the dildo, her whole body just a bundle of violent motions, gasping out 
Bob's name, wishing that he would come and yank the dildo from her cunt, 
then push his own wonderful cock inside her, fulfilling every need that her 
throbbing body felt! 

She forgot for a moment that she was using a lust-object on herself, feeling 
that it was Bob inside of her, satisfying her desperately starving pussy. A 
great pressure was building to the explosion point inside her loins, her 
breasts heaved and bounced, her long blonde hair moving in tangled swirls as 
she tossed about wildly from the agonizing fury of the pleasure inside her 
cunt. 

"Oh, Bob ... Bob ..." Laura groaned, "More ... harder..." 

The knobby head of the rubber dildo dug deeply into her pulsating flesh, 
seeming to fill her whole lower body with its evil presence. Suddenly, it 
was as if someone had lit a match and ignited a flame in her cunt that 
seared every crevice of it, the sparks flashing throughout her body, roaring 
quickly into a blazing inferno of pleasure that engulfed her lust-filled 
body! Every inch of her seemed to be afire, glowing with a white-hot flame. 

She went into a dizzy, semi-conscious state as the flames exploded inside 
her cunt like a bursting rocket, shattering her reason with its intensity, 
rocking her body with spasm after spasm of pleasure. 

The almost delirious young woman felt as if a giant bomb had exploded, 
shattering her body into smithereens, sending bits of her flying off in all 
directions. But it was a pleasure that consisted of total relief and 
exquisite happiness, pure bliss that thundered throughout the echoes of her 
mind, permeating her very soul! 

She screamed at the ecstatic climax, bucking about for several moments as 
the tides of passion slowly ebbed. She felt the wetness inside her flowing 
past the artificial cock, trickling down the soft inner crevice of her 
tightened buttocks. Tears of joy flooded her eyes and she fell back on the 
bed, completely spent, feeling as if she were fainting. 

Her breath rasped from her mouth, and her eyes were closed as she savored 
the tiny aftershocks of the volcanic eruption of her orgasm. 

She lay there a long time, before she could rouse herself enough to remove 
the dildo from her sore, throbbing pussy. She was emotionally and physically 
exhausted, and as she saw the faint fingers of summer dawn creeping into her 
bedroom, she suddenly became painfully aware that Bob was still not home. It 
was five o'clock, she saw by. the dresser clock, and as the dawn lightened 
the room, loneliness stole into her heart again. 

She had been forced to use a cold, inert object as a substitute for the 
warm, vibrant cock of the man she loved. 

She tossed fitfully, half-waking, half-sleeping, torn between shame and 
loneliness, feeling somehow soiled and almost completely deserted, until she 
finally drifted into a deep sleep brought on by utter exhaustion. 

Chapter Two 

Laura woke up at noon, feeling exhausted, her pussy throbbing dully from the 
violent thrusts of the dildo. When she wakened and saw that it was past 
twelve, she went quickly to the living room of their small home, hoping to 
find that Bob was asleep on the couch. 

The joom was empty, as was the kitchen. She felt panic begin to form inside 
her, although Bob had stayed out all night several times before. 

She hurried to the bedroom, shuffling through a disorderly bunch of papers 
in a dresser drawer, hoping to find the telephone numbers of one or more of 
his friends with whom he usually played poker. 

Suddenly she came upon a legal-appearing document, and she unfolded it 
apprehensively, afraid of what she would find. Her worst fears were 
realized! Bob had taken out a second mortgage on the motel complex, without 
saying a word to her! The document was dated only three days prior! 

Laura stared at it in horror, too stunned to feel anger, only an empty 
feeling inside. She laid it on the dresser as she quickly dressed in a 
bright blue, summery dress, realizing that she had to open up the office. 
She was grateful that there had been no one scheduled to check out that day, 
and she hadn't heard the night bell sound, so she was still in time. 

She was surprised that she could even think of business in the shocked, numb 
state the sight of the mortgage had plunged her into. 

She took the paper and went into the tiny office, unlocking the door and 
opening it wide to the summer sunshine. Her eyes were bleak as she read over 
the details of the second mortgage. They were having a difficult enough time 
with the payments and running expenses, she thought in despair, and now this 
added expense! Worse, she feared that very little of the loan would be left, 
once Bob came home! 

Years and years of more hard work, and for what? To feed Bob's insatiable 
itch to gamble... to get something for nothing. Nothing! It had cost them 
every thing, and it could grow worse. The track had sliced thirty days off 
their meet schedule, and most vacationers wanted far more facilities for 
pleasure than the simple motel offered. They had talked of a pool, but had 
never been able to afford the added expense. 

She tried to busy herself with the records and bookkeeping, but it didn't 
take her mind off the disaster that loomed so close, threatening her 
security and even her marriage. 

Bob's car pulled into the court about two-thirty. He got out, looking frowzy 
and unkempt. He came in through the tiny office and went back into the 
living room through the rear door without a word or a nod to Laura. 

She followed him, feeling faint. She didn't even care where he'd spent the 
night... only about the money. She wondered what was happening to him. He 
had once been a dapper, proud man, always neat about his person. Now he 
looked like a sodden drunk, a derelict. 

Bob tossed his wrinkled coat on the couch and went on into the kitchen. He 
yanked open the refrigerator door, took out a carton of milk, and gulped 
down several mouthfuls, making slurping, pig-like noises. Laura stood with 
the mortgage papers in her hand, feeling nothing. Bob seemed like a stranger 
to her, a man she wouldn't look at twice if she met him as he was today. 

His beard was heavy, his shirt sweat-stained and crumpled, his pants baggy 
and creased. He was little better than a bum. 

Laura's face was flat and emotionless as she held out the papers and said, 
"I found these this noon, when I was trying to find a phone number at which 
to try to find you." She surprised herself at her calmness, for anger was 
beginning to seethe within her. Bob flashed a glance at the papers, 
recognizing them instantly. 

"Big deal! You want a medal? Snoops always find things they don't like the 
smell of!" His eyes were bloodshot and his lips curled in a sneer. 

"You put another mortgage on the motel!" Laura's voice was harsh and icy. 
She fought for control, but lost. Her voice rose to a shrill screech as she 
shouted, "What's it all coming to, Bob? You act as if nothing had happened 
and you've put us in a deeper hole of debt! Why? Why did you do a thing like 
that behind my back?" 

She was trembling as she waved the papers at him. 

"We could have had the place clear in another two or three years! You know 
what this means? Years of drudgery ..." 

Bob put the milk carton back and shut the door, walking belligerantly over 
to stand before his wife. 

"I'll tell you why!" he sneered. "Because I needed money! I had to pay back 
some gambling debts, and a couple of sharpies at the track, or I'd be up 
shit's creek! That's why, if you want to know!" 

He showed no remorse or concern. 

"At least, I'm alive, debts or no debts, and if I hadn't paid them off, 
you'd be looking for another breadwinner!" 

She sneered at the term he had used. Breadwinner! Bum was a more fitting 
name. It was all "I" anymore when Bob talked. Never "we" or "us". 

He brushed her rudely aside and went into the small living room and snapped 
on the television. He wasn't really interested, but he didn't want any more 
shit from Laura. He was exhausted, having had no sleep at all the night 
before. His head ached and his eyes burned form the twenty hours he'd been 
playing poker, trying to win back some of his former losses, and some of the 
money he'd had to pay back to those damned track hoods. 

He'd lost over three hundred. As she came into the room, still holding the 
paper, he blurted, "Damn it! I'm not going to take any crap from you about 
it! You had no damned business going through my things! I don't have to take 
that kind of shit!" 

Laura's voice was deadened by despair as she said, "Bob, how could you? How 
could you let those awful men rule your life___wreck our business and 
security ... maybe even destroy our marriage? I don't understand. How could 
you?" 

"Leave me alone!" Bob shouted. "Get the hell out of the room!" 

Laura walked over, standing before the television screen. "Bob - we've got 
to talk some sense. Look at me. Say something sensible." She turned quickly 
and switched off the television set. 

Bob leaped up from his chair and strode toward her, fists bailed, face 
clouded with anger. 

"Damn it, you bitch, I ought to take you apart, limb by limb." He grabbed 
her shoulders and shook her violently, as if she were a rag doll. Her head 
joggled back and forth, and her mouth sagged open. He suddenly threw her 
from him, pushing her so hard that she hit the wall and crumpled to the 
floor. 

Laura looked up at him, contempt filling her eyes. "Does that make you feel 
more like a man?" she said coldly. 

Bob's eyes glowed with rage. Her words cut through him like a sharp knife, 
right to his Achilles heel - his pride in his manhood. 

He took a step, bent over and delivered a hard slap to her face that rocked 
her sideways and rattled her senses. She tried to duck as he brought his 
hand back, hitting her on the other side of her face with the back of it. 

He stood over her, glaring at her wild-eyed with anger. 

"Damn you, you bitch! You shut your mouth to me! Just shut up! Don't you 
give me any shit from that mouth of yours again! Not one more time! You 
hear?" he screamed. 

He stood straddling her, his hand poised to slap her again. Her face was 
stinging from the brutal slaps, and she was breathing heavily. In a delayed 
reaction, she slumped onto her face, covering her head with her arms and 
hands, her body heaving with spasmodic sobs. Bob had never hit her before, 
and she felt terror setting in. She believed he would kill her ... beat her 
to death, if she so much as moved! She cowered pitifully on the floor, 
trying to protect herself form further attack. 

Bob was panting from his exertion. He looked down at his fallen wife, his 
senses slowly returning. He hadn't meant to hit her so hard, but she had 
really bugged him and it had just happened without his planning it. 

She looked so small and helpless lying there on the floor! He reached down 
and tried to take her arm to help her up - she flinched at his touch, but 
Bob pulled her up in his strong arms, remorse flooding his conscience for 
what he had done. 

He realized that she had every right to be hurt and angry at his making the 
sneaky mortgage commitment, but she didn't understand that if he hadn't 
given Chick the five thousand he owed him, Chick and his boys would have put 
him in the hospital, perhaps even killed him, as a warning to any other 
borrowers who decided to welch on their payments. 

God knew, Bob had stalled them as long as he could, hoping desperately to 
make a killing at the races or at one of the high-stakes poker games in 
town. 

Laura remained motionless against his chest, breathing heavily, trying to 
stifle her sobs. She wanted to run, and to keep running forever, but she was 
afraid of Bob. This was not the man who had loved and married her. He had 
become like a jungle animal. She hung listlessly in his grasp, and for a 
brief moment, Bob feared he might have seriously injured her, she was so 
limp. He pushed her away a bit, studying her face narrowly. 

Jeez, what a beautiful thing, he thought. He hadn't looked at her for a long 
time. She didn't move nor meet his eyes. Tears stained her cheeks, a few 
still welling from her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. He felt guilty as 
he noticed the reddish-blue markes his hand had made on her pretty face. He 
knew they would turn black-and-blue, and he felt contrite. But as he stared 
up at her, something about her disheveled, rumpled appearance stirred 
excitement in his loins. Her long blonde hair was tangled, but hanging 
loosely, and she looked like a tired tomboy ... like the young, fresh kid 
he'd married before she'd even finished high school. 

"I'm sorry, angel-face," Bob muttered, pulling her against him and squeezing 
her fragile body. "I don't know what in hell hit me ... I didn't mean to hit 
you ... ever ..." Bob's voice trailed off and he buried his face in her 
sweet-smelling hair. Her perfume mingled with her natural woman-scent and 
the odor of her in his nostrils made his cock begin to tingle, then grow 
larger. 

It had been a long time since he'd fucked her, he knew, but there had been 
so damned much pressure from other things... getting the goddamned money ... 
trying like hell to win some of his money back ... hoping to get on the 
right track again. No, suddenly, nothing else seemed important to him. He 
was obsessed with the single thought of ramming his hard cock into her soft 
flesh. 

Laura was his woman. He wanted her, now! 

He pulled her face up and kissed her, ramming his tongue deep into her 
throat. She didn't resist him, but she didn't respond outwardly. His rough 
beard scraped her aching face, adding to the hurt. She felt nothing as his 
tongue jammed deeper into her mouth, but Bob seemed not to notice. He could 
think only of stripping her clothing off and taking her to bed. He'd always 
been able to bring her to white heat in a few moments. 

Bob bent over and picked her up in his arms and easily carried her into the 
bedroom, placing her gently on the bed and peeling off his clothing hastily, 
his cock already almost erect. He bent over, taking Laura's clothes off, 
pulling her dress up over her unresisting body, then taking off her panties. 
She seldom wore a brassiere, and as her breasts tumbled out and he touched 
the pink nipples, his palms closed over the soft, creamy mounds of flesh, 
and his cock came fully and proudly erect! 

He looked at the soft triangle of blonde hair between her legs, licking his 
lips hungrily. If ever a wornan was made to be fucked, it was his Laura, he 
thought. Her body was beautiful... even more beautiful now than he had 
remembered it. He felt a surge of pride in the knowledge that she was tiis 
wife, his to fuck and to have make love to him. 

Laura lay submissively through it all, neither surrendering nor hindering 
him as he undressed and caressed her. Bob lay down beside her on the bed and 
took her hand and put it on his hard, erect cock. 

"I bet you've missed it, baby," he said confidently. "I missed that sweet 
pussy of yours, you can bet." 

He acted as if nothing had happened. But the hurt was still dominating her 
thoughts, and worry about the mortgage money. Her hand held his cock without 
pressure. She felt the moistness of it, "the pulsating throb of it. But 
nothing happened to excite her or make her want it inside her. 

Bob put his hand over hers and squeezed her fingers around his rod, as he 
moved her hand up and down. She let him guide her fingers to set up a 
pumping motion, but it was mechanical on her part. She felt no desire for 
her husband. 

The lust-driven man continued to force her hand to stroke his cock until he 
was sure she would keep it up on her own. Then he turned his attention to 
her ripe breasts, stroking them with his fingers, toying with the nipples, 
feeling the softness of them as his rough hands kneaded and stroked them. 

He rolled over and kissed her harshly, shoving his tongue deep into her 
throat, crushing her lips brutally with the force of his kiss. 

Laura stopped the motion of her hand on his cock and Bob slid his hand down 
and began to brush the head of his huge cock against her furry slit. She 
still felt no desire, but he moved downward on her body and began to suck 
roughly on one of her breasts. He pulled the flesh in with hard sucking 
gulps that hurt her, but Laura gritted her teeth and vowed she wouldn't make 
a sound. She was feeling the impact of a brand-new emotion: hatred, and it 
numbed her as she realized how deeply she detested this man who was now 
trying to bring her to sexual arousal - the man who was her husband! It 
startled her to think that only a few hours before, she had wanted him so 
badly, this animal who was now clawing and sucking at her flesh. She had 
wanted him so much that she had used that silly rubber dildo and imagined it 
was his cock driving her insane with pleasure! 

This was not a man! He was merely a male animal, with so little concern or 
affection for her that he had taken their wedding inheritance, a thriving 
business, and had thrown it to even worse greedy, irresponsible animals! He 
hadn't even been satisfied with that, but had borrowed so heavily that it 
would take years to even see daylight again! 

Her flesh crawled at his touch, and she tried not to wince or cry out as his 
hand groped toward her loins. He stroked her thighs, letting his thick 
fingers dig into the yielding flesh, digging his nails in, then raking her 
tender skin with them. Bob's cock jumped as he brushed the silky pubic hiar 
and the warm, wet lips of her pussy. He had always liked to caress her 
lovely body for a while before he put his cock into her, and she felt even 
better than ever, now, after so many weeks without her! 

Laura felt her body grow taut as his hand found the lips of her cunt, his 
fingers digging in deep, searching for her clitoris. She promised herself 
she wouldn't become aroused, no matter what this animal might do. He'd never 
have that satisfaction again. 

Bob seemed to suddenly become aware of her passive resistance, and it 
aroused a fury in him. 

Almost in an animalistic snarl, he mumbled into the softness of her breast, 
"You little fucker, I'll make you love it so much you'll be begging for 
more!" He nipped her nipple savagely, raking his clenched teeth harshly over 
it as he drew his mouth slowly back, letting it squeeze out, paining her 
intensely. All the while, his fingers scratched brutally at the inner flesh 
of her pussy, sending shudders of pain through her as his fingernails bit 
into the tender flesh. 

Bob was determined he would make her come around to his passionate need. He 
climbed atop her inert body, letting his full weight come down on her hard, 
pushing her deep into the mattress, her breath leaving her lungs in a gush 
of sound. 

She cried out in fear as she couldn't breathe, but she kept her eyes closed 
tight, not wanting to see his lust-filled face close to hers, or feel his 
slavering mouth on hers. Bob lost all control as he felt her body beneath 
him. His hot breath panted as he shoved rudely at her loins, trying to let 
his cock find her cunt and insert itself. His anger at Laura only increased 
his lust for her body. 

He jerked her legs apart with his hands, sliding to his knees and holding 
her cunt spread wide, so he could gaze lustfully at her womanly slit. He 
hooked one of her knees with his ownj holding it down, while his hand 
fumbled greedily at her spread cunt. His fingers lunged into the wet, 
slippery opening, digging lustfully at the soft flesh, his own desire 
mounting as he detected her wince with pain. She deserved to be hurt, the 
bitch, sassing him the way she had, giving him a lot of crap, then 
withholding her passion from him as she was trying to do now. He'd show her! 
Once he had his prick buried to the hilt in that soft, sweet cunt-flesh, 
she'd sing a different song. 

He had all four fingers inside her now, remembering how that had always 
aroused her to the peak. They made a sucking noise as he thrust them in and 
out, grasping the loose flesh, digging his nails into it eagerly. He loved 
to feel the viscous, wet liquid juices of her cunt sliding between his 
fingers, and she had always reacted like a volcano. But she was lying there 
like a limp rag, motionless as a log. Bob continued his exploration of her 
inner parts for a moment longer, before he realized he was having absolutely 
no effect on her. 

He thrust his fingers deeper inside the yielding cunt, cruelly using his 
nails to punish her, twisting his hand about,, stretching the inner walls to 
their limits. He had to get some response ... any response! He suddenly 
jammed his entire hand inside her, slamming it deep enough to touch the very 
bottom of her cunt! 

Laura's scream burst from her throat and she kicked out wildly, hoping 
desperately to expel his offensive, painful hand from inside her, to escape 
his impaling fingers! But he ignored her screams, too furious now to care if 
he ripped her cunt to pieces! He continued to shove his hand as deep as it 
would go inside her fire-filled cunt, touching every soft, pliant part of 
the sensitive organ. Laura moaned and sobbed, but she could not beg. Pain 
was choking back all words and clouding her thoughts. Bob knew that he would 
ejaculate then and there if he didn't take her. He couldn't wait any longer. 

He removed his hand and, grasping his penis, the frenziedly lusting man 
rammed it hard into the spread vortex of her pussy, using all the muscles in 
his lower body to shove his cock as deep up inside her as it would go. He 
watched lustfully as it disappeared up into her cunt, right down to his own 
pubic hair, and he felt her cunt quiver spasmodically as he began to jab it 
home into her channel with hard, slow strokes. He looked down at his cock 
going in and out, and his eyes glazed with sadistic pleasure. She lay with 
her eyes closed, her face contorted with pain, and as he noticed this, it 
infuriated Bob, and he increased the fury of his rapacious acts. 

All he wanted was to pound his rock-hard cock into her until he drained 
himself of all his need to fuck, and he was determined to pound her 
unyielding cunt into complete submission! 

Fire was licking at Laura's vagina and spreading down her legs and up into 
her insides. The flaming pain blotted out any other feeling. It became so 
great that she even forgot to hate. With each thrust of Bob's punishing 
cock, flashes of lightning-like pain streaked from her cunt to every nerve 
ending in her tormented body. There was none of the familiar feeling of 
pleasure and growing excitement - only pain. 

It had been a long time since he had had a good lay, and Bob was determined 
he would make up for it with this one. It would be the fuck to end all 
fucks! He ignored her moans and sobs, slamming his cock harder and faster 
into her womanly depths. He rutted like a wild animal, not caring what was 
happening to her, caring only that his lust-filled body be eased and 
gratified by shooting a load of hot sperm up into his wife's trembling 
cunt... all the way up into that white belly where it belonged. 

He let his anger and lust take over, and she became nothing but a cheap 
whore, a receptacle for his throbbing, exploding cock. He held her down with 
his weight now, so she couldn't escape,.and his mouth went to hers, sucking 
her lips into his mouth, biting them, shoving his tongue in to battle 
against Laura's tightly gritted teeth. 

Laura was fighting for consciousness now. It was not real, what was 
happening. It had to be a nightmare. The sweaty, sour smell of Bob's 
sweat-covered body was making her nauseous, and she knew if she vomited in 
his face, he would kill her. Her face throbbed from the scraping of his 
beard against her already sore skin. All she could think of was that it had 
to be over soon ... he couldn't last much longer! She prayed for him to cum 
inside her, venting all his animalistic passion, so that her aching body 
would be granted rest. 

He began to groan with pleasure, spewing out obscene words that she had 
never heard him use before. 

"Fuck me, you little bitch! Fuck me back! You love it! Don't pretend you 
don't love this stiff ramrod of mine! Straighten up and fuck me! Fuck me, 
you cheap cunt!" 

When she could only groan her pleas for him to stop, he seemed lashed to 
even greater fury. He grasped her legs as if he were holding the handles of 
a wheelbarrow, spreading them wide and manipulating her pelvis back and 
forth in his sadistic fury. Laura fought back her outright pleas in spite of 
the pain that wracked her body. He could kill her and she would not beg him. 
She couldn't stop the half-screams that came unbidden from her lips, even 
though she tried desperately to bite her lips and tongue. 

One word kept repeating itself in her brain ... animal! Animal! Animal! Her 
loathing for him threatened to blot out her reason. Incongruously, she 
remembered how many times her mother had expressed a deep suspicion of Bob, 
that bordered on revulsion. She wished she had listened to wiser judgement, 
for now he had turned out to be much more of a beast than even her mother 
had suspected he was! She was glad her parents weren't still alive to 
witness her degradation at his hands. It would have torn them apart, they 
both loved her so. 

Bob's thick pole pounded into her aching pussy endlessly, his breath coming 
in sobbing gasps as he skewered into her inflamed pussy like a maniac gone 
completely berserk. It seemed to her that he was filling her whole belly 
with his repulsive cock, right up to her lungs! It felt as if his cock was 
wrapped in steel wool, and it seemed that his merciless hammering would go 
on forever. 

He muttered his obscenities, but Laura blocked them out by concentrating on 
the pain that filled her body from head to toe, and she didn't even hear the 
ugly words. Hate built a wall of silence for her as Bob rambled madly, 
"Shake that ass, baby ... Ill stuff you to your eyeballs with cock__good, 
stiff, thick cock-meat... move that cunt of yours... twist it, bitch ... 
move your cunt for. me ..." 

She heard their bodies slapping together in an obscenely wet sound, and she 
knew that his large, hairy balls were slamming into the underside of her 
buttocks, the hot thickness of his cock stretching her vaginal walls until 
she was sure he was ripping her apart... literally! But she didn't care any 
more. His huge cock that had once given her exquisite pleasure was now an 
instrument of torture, and she had passed the point of even feeling pain. 

Would it ever be over? She felt as if she had been trapped in an infernal 
nightmare that would go on throughout eternity ... raped by her own husband! 
He was using her body for his hateful, lusting desires, as if she were a 
piece of meat he had bought at a butcher shop! 

Finally, though she could feel the punishing cock pounding at an insanely 
rapid pace, its massive shaft rasping cruelly at the sensitive membranes of 
her cuntal flesh. His breath came in spasmodic gasps now, and he lunged 
forward, ramming the thick head of his turgid cock viciously up into the 
depths of her pussy, smashing it again and again into her cervix. 

The helpless blonde housewife was sure she was injured beyond repair, but, 
mercifully, he began to grunt and curse uncontrollably. 

"Aaaaaggghhh," he moaned, plunging his rock-hard cock brutally all the way 
up in her agonized pussy. "Aaaaggghhh! I'mmm ccuummiinngg!" he spat out at 
her, and then she felt his molten semen spurting endlessly up into her 
belly, flooding her cunt with its viscously scalding stream. And when she 
felt it oozing out of her abused cunt and tricking down into the crevice of 
her ass-cheeks, she felt sure it would be mixed with her own blood. 

Finally, his spent body slumped heavily on hers, and he mercifully halted 
the slamming of his cock into her sore, aching cunt. His chest, with its 
rough, coarse hair, crushed her breasts, until she had the fleeting thought 
that they would be crushed and flattened forever. She felt as if she would 
break under his dead weight, and the pain set in mightily between her legs 
as if in howling protest to the assault on her flesh. His cock was rapidly 
deflating inside her cunt, and she fell into a dazed stupor of thanksgiving 
under his heavy weight. 

She was dazed and her thoughts leaped madly about, as she tried to 
comprehend what had happened to her. She couldn't make any sense of it. She 
felt only that she had been made into a thing, treated worse than a common 
prostitute by the man she had loved... or at least had thought she had 
loved. 

After what seemed hours, Bob rolled off her and she saw that he was asleep 
instantly, utterly exhausted, snoring noisily, completely unaware and 
unconcerned at what he had done to his helpless wife. 

Laura crawled out from under his leg that draped over hers, her body 
protesting at the pain each movement brought to her as she staggered to the 
bathroom and locked the door behind her. 

She sagged against the sink, sobbing hysterically, until there were no more 
tears left to shed. She felt empty, like a hollow reed, and she got into the 
shower, letting the hot water lave and soothe her burning, tortured flesh, 
hoping that the water would wash away the filth he had strewed on her body 
and soul, knowing it wouldn't, and wishing that she could just go down the 
drain with the gurgling, swirling water. She heard the bell dinging on the 
desk in the office as she gingerly dried her throbbing flesh, but she didn't 
care. Why should she? What was there to work for, hope for... even live for, 
now? 

Chapter Three 

The smoke was thick in the back room of Manny's Bar. They held the games 
there, but they needn't have hidden their activities. Hell, half the police 
force sat in on the games from time to time! 

He tossed a dollar onto the tray as Connie handed him his drink. He held the 
glass up to the light, noting the heavy amber color. Manny always poured a 
good drink when he was playing poker, Bob thought ruefully. It helped to get 
the players a little drunk. 

Bob felt in a nasty mood. Tonight, he was going to really kill them. He'd 
play it cool and wait until he had a lockup hand, and then he'd lay it in 
until it hurt! 

The drinks were always free, and the buck was for the wide-hipped, 
sexy-bodied waitress, Connie, who was always playing cozy with him. She 
leaned down close and said in a sultry voice, 'Take it easy tonight, Bobby 
boy, and maybe we can have a little fun. Fold early. Win a bundle, then 
split!" 

He had had this offer before from her, but he had always been nailed to the 
table, behind, and he had never managed to take the little sexpot up on her 
offer to fuck him. 

Tonight was going to be the night! He was going to really clean up early, 
then cut out and leave the suckers hanging out to cry. Then he'd show Connie 
what fucking could really be like. The voluptuous redhead was built for 
it... big breasts, wide hips, good legs, and a look in her eyes that told 
him she'd never get enough cock to make her happy. 

He took Connie's advice and instead of gulping down his whiskey and water as 
he usually did, Bob sipped at it. He had a hunch, and he was right. The 
cards were falling good for him. He backed off when he should have and he 
didn't try to bluff when he felt he was beaten. He had good cards for the 
better part of the night, and he played like a pro, milking the last dollar 
possible out of the other players when he had a winner. 

It was early, by his standards, when he rapidly glanced at his pile of chips 
and saw that he was almost five hundred dollars ahead. At that moment, 
Connie came in, saying loudly, "Last call, men. I'm taking off." She looked 
at Bob meaningly, rolling her eyes toward the door in invitation. 

He looked her up and down lewdly. She was standing with her hands on her 
hips, her large breasts jutting out, their melon-like shape clearly outlined 
under the thin blouse, topped by out-thrust nipples. Her pelvis was shoved 
out enticingly and the round curves of her ass-cheeks jiggled slightly each 
time she moved. She glanced from Bob to the other players, but none of them 
spoke up. Bob made up his mind quickly. 

"I'm cashing in," he announced, winking broadly at Connie. "Any of you 
losers want a last drink?" The players shook their heads, looking sour. It 
was unusual for Bob to walk out with any money, much less a good chunk of 
theirs and they didn't like it. 

"Okay, Joe," Bob said as he shoved over his stacks of vari-colored chips, 
"lay seven hundred in my hot little hand." Joe counted the chips, then 
handed over the money. 

"Thanks, men," Bob said lightly as he headed through the door to the bar 
following behind Connie, watching her buttocks bounce provocatively. As the 
door closed behind them, he reached out and laid a hand on one curvy 
ass-cheek, squeezing it hard. 

Connie jumped in mock surprise and said over her shoulder, "Can't wait, 
huh?" 

"About long enough for you to grab your purse and get the hell out of here," 
Bob quipped in what he thought was a devilish manner. 

She went behind the bar, reached under it and came up with her purse. The 
place was empty, and she stood aside for him to precede her outside, while 
she put the automatic lock on the door, flipped out the lights, and followed 
him. - It took them only twenty minutes to arrive at the now darkened motel, 
and both their hands had been busy, feeling, pawing, arousing. 

Bob used his master key to open the last unit, which he knew was unoccupied. 

"You brought me good luck tonight, Connie," Bob said, turning on the lights, 
eyeing her body lasciviously. 

"That's what women are for, honey," she replied. 

"That ain't all they're good for!" Bob laughed, tweaking one of the nipples 
that stuck out so tantalizingly. "So," he waved his hand grandly about the 
room, "welcome to my humble abode." 

"It must be something, owning a place like this," Connie said, "You can keep 
switching around from room to room." She giggled as he ran his hand over her 
breast. 

"You got anything to drink in here, Bob honey?" she asked. "I don't drink 
while I'm workin', and I've got a healthy thirst built up." 

"No, but I got two bottles of bourbon in the car. Be back in a second. Why 
don't you make yourself comfortable?" He went quickly outside and got the 
bottles from the trunk and returned looking triumphant. She was sitting on 
the bed, her legs spread wide, staring at him as he set the bottles on the 
nightstand, then brought two glasses from the bathroom. 

"Ain't got no ice in here, baby. Mind drinking it straight?" 

"Naw, I usually do. Ice ain't supposed to be any good for you, anyhow." 
Connie watched him pour two drinks and as he handed her one, he sat down 
close to her on the bed. He raised his glass, glad that he had decided to 
quit winners for once, and have a little fun. It sure beat sitting up all 
night until you were groggy, then crawling home flat broke. And the 
redheaded waitress looked like she was really ready for fucking. She was on 
the big side, with a large frame, but she had good proportions. Bob was 
already trying to visualize her plump legs draped around his neck. 

They drank, and Bob coughed as the liquor burned his throat. He decided that 
he wanted to dig into Connie's pussy before he got too drunk to appreciate 
it, and he set his drink down. She was taking big swigs of the fiery liquor, 
and wasn't even batting an eyelash. 

Bob leaned over and unzipped the back of her dress, sliding it forward over 
her shoulders so that he could reach her half-exposed mounds of flesh. He 
extended a hand to touch one, but she laughed and set her drink beside his. 
Standing up, she let the dress fall from her body, saying mockingly, "Boy, 
you're a shy one, ain't you?" 

Bob stared at her breasts. They were enormous, yet nicely shaped, with large 
nipples and each had a circle of darker pink surrounding it. 

"Aren't they nice and big, Bobby?" the tantalizing redhead asked proudly. 
She ran her hands over them briefly. They swelled out from her chest like 
ripe cantaloupes, and they jiggled with each slight move that she made. 

Bob just stared in awe at them. 

"Well, ain't you gonna even touch 'em, honey?" Connie asked indignantly. She 
pushed a hand up under each one, leaning forward and shoving them close to 
Bob's face. 

Bob reached out both hands, squeezing them gingerly, liking the way his 
fingers sank deep into the soft flesh. He pulled her toward him and she 
flopped on the bed. His mind was boggled at the sensation he felt as his 
hands tried to gather one breast in each. Her nipples grew even larger and 
became taut as he twirled them between his thumbs and forefingers. Bob felt 
his heart begin to beat faster as his cock began to stiffen. He felt a 
strange sense of power, maneuvering this large, sexy woman about to suit his 
whims. 

The lust-driven husband looked at Connie's face, and saw that her eyes were 
beginning to grow hazy with desire. She sure didn't take much warming up, 
Bob thought. 

"That's the way, baby," Connie cooed as he increased the pressure on her 
nipples. Her eyes were half-closed and she moaned low in her throat. 

Bob felt a wild excitement taking hold of him. Connie was a live one... a 
hell of a lot different from the ice-box that Laura had become. He pinched 
her nipples roughly, then kneaded the enormous mounds of flesh with his 
palms and fingers for a moment. 

The lascivious redhead continued to moan and sway, and Bob reached down and 
put one hand on her naked thigh. She wore no stockings and he felt her 
shudder with pleasure as he stroked her naked flesh. His cock was rapidly 
hardening now, pushing out against his pants. He let his hand rove slowly up 
her inner thigh. Connie suddenly closed her thighs tightly, pressing the 
heat of her body into his flesh. Bob thought his cock would burst through 
his pants as his fingers touched the first, soft, curly red hairs of her 
cunt! She was gasping now, and his own breathing was rapid. He felt the 
moist lubricant of her pussy juices with his fingertips, and she relaxed her 
thighs, letting his fingers move into the slit of her pussy. They groped and 
found the damp entrance to her cunt. Bob was astonished at the tightness of 
her pussy, and he inched his extended middle finger in deeper, moving it 
about, searching for her clitoris. 

Connie was kissing his neck, making whimpering noises in his ear, and her 
strong perfume was more intoxicating than a drink would have been. 

He pushed her back onto the bed and quickly slid his pants down, kicking 
them off along with his shoes. She lay panting, eagerly awaiting his 
caresses, and he flattened himself close to her, reaching over and grasping 
one of her huge breasts as he found her lips with his mouth and shoved his 
tongue way to the back of her mouth. As she took it, sucking it as if she 
would swallow it completely, he moved his hand from her breast down to the 
soft, waiting pubic hair and inserted his fingers into her moist twitching 
cunt. 

"Oooooh..." she moaned aloud, and then she was all over him ... kissing him 
back with a fury, running her hand up and down his thick, muscular back, her 
nails raking his flesh and sending shivers of delight over his body. 

Bob couldn't get over how good she felt in his arMs. She was really stacked 
... all that firm soft flesh lying there, begging him to take it. .. to use 
it for whatever he wanted! Her bigness only added to her voluptuousness and 
he was filled with curiosity of what it would be like when he had it stuck 
way up inside her. Even though her breasts were like large balloons, her 
hips were in fine proportion and her waist was surprisingly slim. She did 
not have the heavy belly of many big women. 

As her hand moved down and grasped his blood-swollen cock, she muttered, "My 
God, what a man!" She squeezed and stroked his rigid penis as he put his 
hands over her round, full buttocks and pulled her toward him. She raised 
one leg high, guiding his cock into her moistly welcoming cunt, and Bob 
lunged forward and rammed it up into her damp, slippery channel as hard as 
he could. Her body twitched and writhed and she groaned with pleasure in 
response to Bob's monstrous cock burying itself deep up into her cunt. She 
wound her smooth, long legs around his thrusting hips and squeezed him still 
closer to her, so that his pelvis ground down into hers. The muscles of her 
vagina held him tight, enclosing his rigid, pulsing cock. 

She pulled his face close, kissing him wildly, moaning, "Fuck me, Daddy, ... 
yeah, yeah ... fuck me all night!" Connie screwed her firm buttocks tight up 
against him until there was barely a fraction of an inch between them. The 
sensitive nub of her clitoris quivered as his weight shifted back and forth 
on her quivering mound. 

"Fuck me harder! Harder!" she begged, gasping for breath as her clasping 
cunt surrounded his throbbing penis, opening and closing around the thick 
plunging shaft. Fire was building inside her belly, sparked by the 
excitement that flashed from her cunt, and it spread rapidly to every nerve 
ending in her body. It rippled through her flexing legs, and curled her toes 
as she held them tightly against Bob's back. Connie moved her hips from side 
to side and up and down on the burgeoning cock that pumped insistently in 
and out in a jackhammering rhythm, plunging far back into her lust-filled 
womb. 

The frantically working husband was finding it hard to hold back his cum. 
Connie was a new kind of woman for him, and she was much better than he 
thought she'd be. He should have tried her out before, he was thinking. The 
experienced redhead used the inner muscles of her pussy in a fantastic 
manner as she pumped her buttocks up and down smoothly. His cock felt as if 
it were plunging into a warm butter-filled mitten as her hungry pussy sucked 
up and down his shaft. He was groaning now in pleasure, and his balls were 
aching and swollen with the cum he needed to release deep up inside her 
eager pussy. 

Bob could tell that Connie was ready to explode. She was making mewling 
sounds, and her juices were flowing around his stiffly pistoning cock. Her 
head tossed from side to side and her eyes rolled, her red hair flowing from 
side to side. She bucked up to meet his thrusts, her back arched and her 
feet and legs digging so hard into his back that he was afraid she'd break 
his ribs. His saliva-filled mouth went to hers, covering it as he thrust his 
tongue in and out of her open mouth. 

"Oooooooh, God ... I'm cumming," Connie moaned. "Harder... honey ... faster 
and harder..." 

Bob drew back until just the spongy head of his pulsing cock remained at the 
entrance to her cunt. He suddenly rammed his body forward, driving his 
turgid penis up into the very depths of her, so hard that both their bodies 
moved a foot farther across the bed. 

"Oh, Bobby . . . aaaah . . . fuck me, lover... give it all to me ... " 
Connie screamed as his cock smashed into the bottom of her steaming vagina. 
The mindlessly writhing redhead squirmed and fluttered like a butterfly 
impaled by a pin, as his long cock slammed into her so deep that his balls 
slapped loudly into the widespread crack of her round buttocks. 

As his 200 pounds rose and fell, ramming his cock deep into the throbbing 
cunt, her head swam with the joyous feeling and her fingernails raked at his 
broad back. She sucked hungrily at his tongue, avidly swallowing his saliva 
as if it were ambrosia. 

The bedsprings creaked and groaned in protest and the room was flooded with 
the sounds they made as they neared their cum. Connie could feel the first 
waves of a gigantic pleasure start to climb from within her cunt, spreading 
rapidly to her entire body. She reached down for his balls, grasping them 
firmly and kneading them with a gentle movement, begging him, "Cum now, 
honey ... now ... please ... please cum ... !" 

Bob's cock was swollen to unbelievable proportions, and each thrust it made 
was like a pile driver pounding into her. Bob felt the tingling beginning in 
his balls, moving quickly through his body. Her manipulations of his cock 
with her vaginal muscles was driving him out of his mind! 

He felt the molten lava of his cum begin in his balls and move up through 
his cock, taking over his lower body and his emotional structure. "You hot 
little cunt!" he gasped, "you sweet fuckin' cunt!" His cock spewed his hot 
searing cum in a stream into Connie's wide pussy, its Jetstream bouncing 
huge globules off the walls of her pulsating vagina, driving Connie to the 
heights of joy. 

As she felt his viscous semen spewing up into her, her back arched up at 
least a foot from the bed, and spasm after spasm freed her screaming, 
ecstatic orgasm, making her body twist and jerk in an obscene dance of total 
abandon. 

Bob collapsed onto her, his chest cushioned by her large breasts, gasping 
and gulping for air. Both their bodies twitched with the last lingering 
thrills of their now depleted passion. 

They had lain in spent exhaustion for a long time before Bob stood up as if 
dizzy, reaching for his glass and quickly downing the bourbon. He felt it 
hit his stomach with a burning jolt and he looked down at Connie. Her legs 
were still spread wide and he could see the wetly matted hair of her cunt 
glistening in the dim light. Little streams of his cum seeped from her 
well-fucked vaginal slit onto the bedcovers, just below the crevice of her 
ass-cheeks. The sight of her wide-open cunt brought instant arousal to the 
young husband, and he knew that he'd be ready for a second go at her in a 
few moments. He had to ... she'd been too fantastic to settle for just one 
fucking! 

His episode of the day before with his wife had left him unsatisfied, but 
the lascivious redheaded waitress had more than made up for Laura's lack. He 
wondered suddenly what his wife was doing. Probably moping and pouting like 
some martyred saint. It had served her right, Bob thought viciously. She 
should have responded like Connie had. . . like a real woman should! 

He laughed aloud suddenly as a drunken idea came to him. The drinks he'd had 
earlier at the game were beginning to get to him, and the almost-full 
waterglass of bourbon was finishing the job. But, he told himself, he 
thought more clearly when he had just enough booze. 

Connie stirred and propped herself on her elbow, looking at him quizzically 
as he stood grinning into space. 

"It wasn't that funny, was it, Bobby?" she smiled. 

He grinned back, his cock already beginning to harden again as he looked at 
her spread pussy. He reached for the bottle and poured another stiff drink 
for himself and added some of the liquor to Connie's, handing it to her. 
They sipped slowly as she eyed his rapidly rising cock, and he looked at the 
inviting slit that was wide open to his salacious gaze. He fondled his hard 
cock absentmindedly. 

The aroused young husband licked his lips absentmindedly as he stared at her 
lewdly splayed pussy. But he was thinking of Laura's pussy. Why not? he 
thought, the whiskey was bolstering his courage now, it would probably taste 
good. He knew she would like him sucking her cunt. She was his wife, after 
all, and she was a good-looking piece of ass, no matter what. And he had 
never eaten Laura's box. This would be the trick that would snap her back to 
the reality that she was his wife, and that she had better damned well do as 
he said. And it might make her appreciate what a lover she was married to! 

Bob rolled Connie over so that her well rounded buttocks were partially 
exposed. He slapped her lightly on the rump and said, "That's some nice ass, 
Connie!" She winced and frowned in mock anger at the slap, but he knew she 
liked it. 

"What do you say to something different... something to add a little zip to 
our sex?" 

"Zip? What zip? I thought it was pretty good," she said. 

"Yeah, it was terrific, but this is something extra!" The more he thought 
about it, the more exciting it seemed. 

"There's a broad I want to have some fun with..." Bob watched her face to 
see how she'd take it "She's a stick-in-the mud that needs her pussy woke 
up. You game?" 

Connie shrugged. "Sure. Why not? Anything for some new kicks." She sipped at 
the whiskey nonchalantly. 

"Good!" Bob said. "I'll get her over here and you just go along with the 
game, okay?" She nodded. 

Bob was exhilarated with the flush of liquor and with his developing idea to 
give Laura something to think about. And ... he was going to get a real bang 
out of it himself! 

He reached for the telephone and dialed his own number. The office had a 
different number from their home phone, and he knew Laura would be at home 
now. She must have been asleep, for he let it ring several times before she 
mumbled a sleepy "Hello ....?'.' 

"Laura, come on down to Number 15, right away. I've got something I want to 
show you." 

"Bob! What are you doing home? I didn't even think you'd be ... " 

"Never mind the questions, Laura. Just come up here right away. Okay?" He 
put down the phone, not giving her a chance to question him any further. 

He walked over and put his hand on Connie's pussy, rubbing it briskly. "This 
should be fun, baby," he said, winking. "Now, how about you doing something 
special for me." He pulled her to her feet, then sat down on the bed, 
spreading his legs and pulling her down to her knees in front of him. His 
cock was erect, waving crazily as he moved about. "How about you doing a 
suck job on me? That ought to shake up Laura!" 

Laura put the phone down, a look of puzzlement on her face. Her eyes showed 
a vague fear, and she ran a hand over her still sore face. What was he up to 
now, at this time of night? He was usually at his poker game much later than 
this, or out helling around in some wild get-rich-quick venture. 

Laura had tried her best, once her mind had cleared and her body had begun 
to feel somewhat normal, to convince herself that his savage conduct of the 
other night had been due to his having been exceptionally drunk, and under a 
severe strain from his guilt at having borrowed more money. 

She had also taken a long look at her role and behavior in the marriage, 
trying to see where she might have been partly responsible for his 
deterioration into a common drunk and gambler. She told herself she could 
have been more understanding ... more companionable. Maybe she should have 
continued to visit the track with him more, instead of making a drudge of 
herself and leaving him with too many hours to kill alone. She might have 
done a hundred things to be a better wife to him, but, when she put it all 
together, the cold facts told her that she hadn't been to blame. 

Still, she wanted them to make marriage work, somehow. They had to do 
something to change the deadly routine that was developing. And it had to be 
a change on Bob's part, she knew, for she couldn't let him drag her down to 
his gutter! Even after his disgusting performance, and in spite of her 
genuine loathing of the moment, she still felt a spark of the old love for 
him slowly kindling within her each time she thought about him. Maybe she 
was just in love with the image of what she thought Bob could be, but 
whatever it was, the spark was still there. 

When he had surprised her with the mysterious summons to Number 15 unit, a 
quick delight had sprung to life within her. Perhaps he had planned 
something to show her that he was sorry for all his bestiality! Maybe he had 
brought a special gift - a peace-making gesture. Best of all... perhaps he 
had won enough money back, by some miracle, to put their finances back in 
some shape. 

She ran to the closet and threw on a light robe, pausing before the mirror 
long enough to primp her hair and put on some quick makeup. Her heart was 
dancing at the prospect of getting things on the right track once more. She 
put on some slippers, and with a last glance to see that she was indeed 
attractive, she headed for the last unit of the motel. She hoped desperately 
that, if indeed Bob did apologize and they made up, he would give her the 
gentle, thrilling, fulfilling kind of sex that they had once known ... so 
long ago. 

She reached the room and stopped outside the door. Her hands were trembling. 
She wanted to be in complete control of her emotions when she faced him so 
that he wouldn't fly into a rage again. Maybe she was putting too much 
emphasis on the material things... on money, and she wanted to tell him so. 
All she really cared about was him. As she stood there composing her 
thoughts and emotions, she heard a strange sound coming from behind the 
closed door. She listened carefully, but she couldn't identify it. She 
opened the door slowly and peered in. The sight she saw froze her in 
mid-motion, and her heart sank! 

Bob was finishing off the last strokes by holding Connie's head in both 
hands and forcing her wide-open mouth down deep into his stiff cock. 

"Suck, baby, suck it good! All the way down!" he commanded her, and the 
wanton redhead was complying with eagerness. Her full lips nibbled at the 
head of the thrusting rod as it jammed in and out of her mouth. She sucked 
loudly, making a sputtering, coughing noise on occasion, as he drove it 
almost into her tonsils. His balls slapped against her chin as he fucked her 
in the mouth, faster and faster, bulging her cheeks grotesquely. He watched 
lasciviously, his eyes glazing with lust, as his turgid cock disappeared 
deep into her mouth, then reappeared, saliva covered, hot, rigid! 

"Now you're with it, baby!" Bob gasped in pleasure. "Take it all! Eat it! 
Eat it!" Bob stared down in lewd fascination and watched his cock disappear 
obscenely into her face! He pulled her head harder and faster, and he began 
to raise his buttocks in a fast rhythm, feeling his cum rising in his balls. 

From the corner of his eyes, he saw the door opening and he pulled back, 
positioning the sucking redhead's face directly in front of his glisteningly 
trembling, blood-swollen cock as the spurts of white cum shot straight out, 
doing an obscene dance, showering Connie's face with the sticky liquid, 
leaving small gobs of it clinging to her cheeks and running down into her 
open mouth. 

She licked at the sticky streams on her face for an instant, then lunged 
forward and began to suck and lick his rapidly jerking cock, her eyes closed 
in delight, murmuring animal sounds that matched those coming from Bob's 
throat! 

Chapter Four 

Laura couldn't believe her own eyes. It was unreal... like a bad dream. It 
just wasn't possible that the scene before her was taking place! She watched 
humbly as her husband stood up, leaving the woman to kneel on the floor and 
finally, to lean forward and wipe her cum-filled face on the bedclothes. 

Her mind told her to run, but her emotions blocked all action. She could 
hardly breathe, but she did turn to run as fast and as far as she could from 
the obscenity in Number 15. But Bob was faster than she was, and he strode 
forward quickly and yanked her into the room, shutting the door behind her. 

"Noooo . . . oh, God, no ... " Laura screamed, but it came out as only a 
pitiful gurgle, so choked were the muscles of her throat. 

Connie sat cross-legged on the floor, her cunt exposed, her breasts quiet, 
now, looking in an amused manner at the scene between Bob and Laura. Bob 
held her in a tight grip, grinning evilly at her until she finally stopped 
her frantic efforts to escape. She just stood there, trembling, her mind 
rocking with the enormity of the act she had seen her husband engaged in 
with this strange woman. 

"Just calm down, Laura.. .that's the girl... that's much better," Bob said 
as he put her hand behind her, holding both wrists in his huge hand. He 
moved behind her and shoved her slowly toward the bed. Laura tried not to 
look at the obscene caricature of a woman who was watching all this with a 
crooked smile warping her face. She had never seen such large breasts, nor 
such a monstrously wide pussy. She must be losing her mind ... this couldn't 
be reality! She tried to pull away from Bob's grip, but it was a weak and 
futile gesture. 

"Bob..." Her voice was panic-stricken, pleading... "What are you doing ... 
how can you..." she broke off in despair, knowing she had walked into 
another sex-saturated trap conceived in the devilish mind of her husband. 
Bob sat her on the bed, close to where Connie was still squatting on the 
floor, moving her body so she could follow their actions. 

"How can I what, baby? Have a woman suck my prick? It's easy, baby, after 
the icebox-way you acted with me. I wanted some real action with a real 
woman. Who wants to try to fuck a statue? Now you take Connie, here ... 
she's really something else. She's a real woman!" He gestured toward the 
woman on the floor, smiling evilly at the redhead, who giggled and winked 
back at him. 

Laura felt faint, and the sobs came suddenly, rocking her body as she 
covered her face with her hands to blot out. the scene. She was going mad! 
The whole world was mad! Sex mad! Obscene! She cried like a whipped child in 
huge, shuddering sobs. 

Her determined husband calmly poured a shot into his glass and gulped it 
down. Then he poured another and extended the glass to Laura. "Here, take 
this. Crying gets you nowhere, baby. All this isn't as bad as you think. 
Don't kmock any of it until you've tried it!" He glanced at Connie and said, 
"Eh, baby?" The obscenely grinning waitress nodded, beginning to enjoy it, 
but feeling a faint twinge of pity for the crying woman on the bed. 

Bob forced the glass to his wife's lips and, rather than have him force it 
down her, she took it and drank it all. She felt it like fire in her throat, 
then her stomach, and surprisingly, it helped a little. She coughed a bit, 
but she downed it all. She sagged back onto the bed, feeling she had to pass 
out. Her mind couldn't take any more of this inferno she had walked into. 

Bob was talking, but she didn't hear him. The words were just sounds as 
Laura drifted on an empty cloud, hoping she would never return to reality. 

". . . and this is too good to keep, baby. I want to share it with you ..." 

She wondered what he was talking about, but then, what did it really matter? 
Nothing mattered any more. The alcohol was racing through her blood, taking 
effect, making her feel light-headed and even more mixed up. 

"When a man comes across a good thing, he ought to share it with his wife. . 
. " Bob was saying, "and Connie is really a good thing!" He laughed nastily 
and bent to pinch one of Connie's taut nipples. She slapped playfully at his 
hand, but her smile told him she was enjoying the whole thing. 

"Bob!" Laura screamed suddenly, "what are you trying to do to me ... drive 
me insane?" Her head shook from side to side and her body trembled as her 
pretty face was transformed into a mask of fear and hate. 

Bob's mood changed. His face hardened and anger clouded his eyes. Maybe she 
still hadn't learned her lesson! 

"I told you to drop the innocent, little-girl act!" he snapped. A sly smile 
replaced his frown. "That's it, baby, pretend it's a show ... just an act. 
Just a little show for old Bob, huh? You'll like it... I promise!" 

His words weren't making sense to her confused mind. Bob looked down at the 
redhead. "How about it, Connie? Want to put on a good show for old Bobby?" 

Connie had been eyeing the svelte body of Laura, and she nodded eagerly. 
This broad might be a weak sister, she thought, but she sure is a sexy, 
beautiful woman! "Why not?" Connie said, leering at Laura, whose mind was 
beginning to grasp what Bob was implying. 

Laura shook her head in horror, then loathing took over her expression. Her 
eyes flashed wildly as she glared into Connie's lewd face. 

"How dare you? You're insane! I wouldn't have anything to do with a ... a 
cheap whore like you!" she spat. She began to scramble off the bed, but Bob 
blocked her way, one hand balled into a huge fist. 

"If you don't, baby, I'll knock your pretty face into hamburger! I swear... 
I'll break every bone in your face! And then I'll walk out and leave you 
with this crummy joint to yourself!" He was almost foaming at the mouth in 
his anger. "I'm fed up with this chicken-shit operation ... and almost fed 
up with you!" 

Laura's brain reeled. It wasn't so much his threat to beat her again as the 
threat to leave her. She had felt a deep dread of this for weeks ... months, 
perhaps, and she hadn't been able to look into the future without him! She 
had clasped her hands over her breasts, the robe opened slightly to expose 
part of her breasts. Now, as she looked dumbly at Bob, then down at the 
leering, lecherous face of Connie, she felt revulsion steal into her brain. 

Involuntarily, the words leaped from her throat! "No! You can't do that!" 

Bob sensed that he had hit home. 

"Oh, can't I? Remember, baby, I've got a pretty good bankroll right now, and 
as Connie showed you, I can get me some pretty sharp, hot, willing chicks! 
And if you don't shape up fast, you'll find yourself finger-fucking your own 
pussy every night!" He leered at her, knowing he was winning. 

Laura felt as if her body were drifting away, bit by bit. Her soul was dead. 
Her mind was numb. What would she do alone? 

Connie sat staring at them impassively. It didn't mean a thing to her, but 
she wished they would quit shouting. It was getting nerve-wracking. If Bob 
wanted a lesbian for his prissy girlfriend... or wife, whatever she was... 
she didn't see what the fuss was all about. Connie didn't mind an occasional 
three-way sex session, although she really preferred her kicks from men. The 
red-haired waitress stood up, hulking almost as tall as Bob, and she stared 
down at Laura with contempt. The helplessly confused wife looked from her 
lascivious face to Bob's balled fist, and her body heaved with a deep sigh. 

She said timidly, "What... what do I do?" 

"Now you're talking!" her insistent husband exploded gleefully. "First, get 
that goddamned robe off and show us that sexy body!" He pulled her forward 
and quickly removed the robe, leaving his blonde-haired wife naked, blushing 
under their lewd stares. 

Bob poured her a stiff drink from the almost-empty bottle and she drank it 
gratefully, hoping that it would knock her completely out. It made her 
dizzier and she closed her eyes, feeling as if she were on a giant roller 
coaster. She just wanted to block out the whole thing. The two of them 
standing there naked, ogling her bare body, lust making their faces ugly. 
She wanted to vomit. The idea of having that woman who came from God knew 
where, touching her! The idea of Connie ... who was probably some hired 
prostitute ... touch her breasts or vagina with either her hands or her 
mouth.. . was revolting. 

"I won't! I can't!" she burst out in panic. But she looked up at her husband 
and saw the cruel look of determination on his face, and she knew that if 
she refused, he would beat her to death! Her nails bit into her palms and 
she bit her lips until the blood came. She had to ... if she wanted to stay 
alive! 

She thought bitterly of her bright hopes as she had primped to come down 
here. 

Bob sensed her surrender and he said to the redhead, "Why don't you make 
little Laura feel at ease?" 

Connie leered at the lovely breasts, the flat stomach, the beautiful vee of 
the blonde pubic mound, and her tongue licked her lips hungrily. The wanton 
waitress had begun to be a bit bored by the whole thing, but now that she 
had been called on to get the ball rolling, she responded with alacrity. She 
sat down beside Laura and as her hands went quickly to the lush breasts, 
massaging them lovingly, she felt Laura go limp under her touch. Bob stood 
leering down at them, his cock beginning to harden at the sight of the two 
women together. His mouth twisted evilly as he wondered why he hadn't 
thought of something like this a long time ago. 

The massaging waitress's fingers on her body made Laura's skin crawl and she 
wanted to scream as she heard Connie say, close to her ear, "Honey, you've 
really got 'em. You should never put a bra over those luscious boobs!" 

It was hideous, having a woman touching her breasts and making lewd comments 
about them. The distraught blonde-haired wife had always thought of her body 
as something sacred ... for her husband's sight and touch only, and now he 
was flaunting her like a common slut in front of this cheap, perverted 
imitation of a woman! 

"Hey!" Bob cried enthusiastically, "You two look like you were made for each 
other! You really fit!" Laura's heart leaped then sank. Was this what she 
had to become to attract her own husband ... a cheap lesbian target? Connie 
gave each nipple a sudden tweak, and it jolted Laura out of her thoughts 
with the sudden pain. 

The lascivious redhead looked up at Bob, as if seeking approval. His eyes 
were on their bodies, and she continued to twist the hard nipples of his 
young wife. Hell, she thought, Bob is a good lay, and a sucker, to boot. Why 
not give him his sex kicks. Who knows. .. he might come in handy some day. 
.. especially if he would ever win some money from those other slobs. She'd 
give him a real show, and, she just might teach this Laura something about 
the extra kicks she could get from having sex with another woman. It sure as 
hell looked as if she wasn't having any fun with men! 

"Come on, Connie, get with it. Get to the nitty-gritty!" Bob cried out, his 
cock now standing out from his loins stiff and ready. He was getting a big 
kick out of this. His leer faded as he surveyed the beautiful body of his 
wife. Hell, he thought, he had a good deal in Laura... if only she would 
thaw out. He recalled the violent but futile scene of a couple of nights 
ago, as his eyes feasted on her lovely breasts, her long, beautiful legs, 
her trim waist and her magnet crotch. He would let Connie warm her up 
tonight, he thought, and later, he'd really pump his cock into that cunt... 
so good that she'd have to come around to him. He felt like jumping her 
right then ... knocking her to the floor and raping her. He wanted to see 
those sexy legs spread wide ... those arms around his neck... and that mouth 
calling his name, demanding that he fuck her harder! He was so excited that 
he sat in a nearby chair, fearing that he would do exactly what his 
fantasies demanded. 

"Come on, Connie," he shouted, as if he were at a sporting event, "give her 
the whole treatment!" 

Connie responded by dropping one hand to Laura's thigh, rubbing it gently, 
then suddenly thrusting her whole hand up against the warm, trembling lips 
of Laura's cunt! Laura sat meekly, accepting the degradation, growing numb. 
Tears began to trickle from her eyes, hot, searing tears that came fresh 
from her soul. She felt like dirt... like a piece of shit! 

"Come on, honey," Connie coaxed, "get with it. You're missing one hell of a 
lot out of life if you don't!" 

"Yeah," Bob commented excitedly, "you can do better than that, baby. I 
haven't even seen that pretty cunt of yours pop open yet. Spread those 
pretty legs ... Connie and I want to see that cute little cunt of yours!" 

Reluctantly, hardly realizing she was doing it, Laura spread her legs a 
little . .. then a little more. Connie's small hands darted quickly between 
her thighs, spreading them wide open so that the honeyed split between her 
legs was totally exposed to Bob's lascivious stare. 

She ran her fingers up and down Laura's thighs, crooning, "Come on, honey 
... nobody's going to hurt you. .. open up. You'll like it. .. you'll see." 

No! Never! the helpless blonde wife thought. I can't. .. and if they make me 
do it, I'll never like it! She felt more vulnerable than she had ever felt 
in her life, as her legs unconsciously spread wider, showing more of her 
cunt to her husband, who now leaned forward, licking his lips, enjoying the 
sight more than he had ever enjoyed any sex scene or action! Bob wanted to 
jump on her and shove his hard cock so deep up into her that she would yell 
out loud, but he was enjoying the sex scene too much. 

Connie looked at him, a smile of triumph on her face. "You look like you 
want to shove it into her right now," she said with an obscene leer. 

"I can wait!" Bob snapped, anxious for the main event to take place. 

Laura could feel Bob's hot eyes on her wide-open cunt, and she felt 
degraded. She was aware of the feel of Connie's hand on her pussy, and her 
breathing began to be rapid. The sensual smell of Connie's perfume, added to 
her natural woman scent, was making Laura dizzy. She didn't want to succumb 
to their dirty, evil plot, but... Connie's hand massaging her cunt lips was 
beginning to arouse her! 

She wasn't aware that she had fallen back on the bed, nor that she had 
spread her legs even wider, nor even that she wanted it to happen. She was 
aware that Connie's fingers were tracing little curlicue patterns on her 
upper thighs, and that they moved into her blonde pubic hair, sending 
shudders of aroused delight through her body. She could feel the expelled 
breath of the other woman as Connie's face came close to her belly, and one 
of the redhead's outstretched fingers stole into the crevice of her cunt, 
seeking and finding the mound of flesh that controlled all of Laura's 
passions! 

"Come on! Come on!" Bob encouraged, unconsciously stroking his rigid cock as 
he watched Connie's face go ever-closer to his wife's widespread pussy. 
Laura tried to tell herself that, if she endured it, it would soon be over. 
But as the redhead's probing fingers found and massaged her clitoris, she 
forgot her revulsion. It felt too good. The nails hurt her at first, but as 
Connie became more involved with arousing her, tickling her clitoris almost 
lovingly, Laura found herself twisting and turning in mounting desire! 

She wanted to cross her legs to shut out the invading hand, but she 
couldn't! She knew that Connie would go all the way, and with a guilty 
feeling, Laura suddenly admitted that she wanted her to! She just wished 
that her-husband wasn't there, staring maniacally at the sex action, playing 
with his rigid cock! He was the wrong one to be there ... not Connie! 

Connie pushed one hand under Laura's wildly thrashing white buttocks, 
holding the other hand firmly pressed against her vagina as her fingers 
busied themselves with her clitoris. The aggressive redhead was controlling 
her every movement, for when Laura withdrew to escape the exploring fingers, 
Connie would push up on her buttocks, forcing her helpless victim's pelvis 
to meet each oncoming thrust of her demanding fingers. 

Connie was warming to the sexiness of Laura's body now. "What a beautiful 
ass, honey," she gasped. "And that pussy ..." she gave a vicious dig at 
Laura's clitoris, "... God ... I've got to taste it... suck it... lick it!" 
The redhead was now totally unaware of Bob's presence. All she wanted was to 
devour this wonderful, virginal cunt! 

The helplessly violated blonde-headed housewife looked down at the probing 
fingers, and caught sight of the lewd, evil face of her husband, stroking 
his tremendously hard cock. It was horrible. It was unreal. But the most 
unbelievable part of it all was that she was beginning to welcome the 
fingers of Connie inside her cunt, and ... God help her... she actually 
hoped that Connie would suck and lick and bite her cunt! And quickly, before 
her conflicting emotions tore her in two! 

She heard the gasping of her husband's breathing, and the almost sobbing 
panting of Connie, and the sound of the bed creaking faintly. And she heard 
the low, but distinct sound of the redhead's wet fingers, sliding in and out 
of her cunt, making soft, slithering sounds. Most astonishing of all, she 
heard her own choked moans ... and she was moaning with pleasure! 

Laura was jolted out of her lethargic pleasure by Connie thrusting her whole 
hand up deep inside her cunt! She screamed in pain, and writhed to escape 
the cruel invasion, but as Connie leaned forward and pressed her mouth to 
Laura's, her tongue lashing furiously between her lips, the scream faded and 
the distraught blonde became aware of the sensations she was feeling! Her 
mind darted back to the pain-pleasure of the dildo, and she felt the fiery 
lust begin to rise in her belly and spread to her whole body. She was 
betraying everything she'd ever believed in, yet, she was unable to resist 
the masochistic, engulfing pleasure that was flooding her body as Connie's 
ruthless hand plunged deep up into her cunt, filling it, thrilling it, 
hurting it! 

"You do like it, honey..." Connie said huskily as she plunged her hand in 
deeper, her fingers spreading to touch every tiny part of the inner pussy. 
"I know what a woman likes," she went on, her lips touching Laura's mouth, 
her tongue darting out to brush the opened lips of Laura. 

In spite of the guilt that seared her brain, Laura couldn't help herself. 
She spread her legs wider, welcoming the deep thrusts. She was excited 
beyond description by the lewd abandonment that she felt. Suddenly, she felt 
herself relaxing, and she felt that she was in her element here with the 
kind of sexually-loose people she belonged to! 

She found her hips moving from side to side to allow Connie's hand more 
leeway, to allow her to touch more, of the innermost parts of her cunt... 
and she was enjoying it as she had never enjoyed sex before. Deep inside, 
she told herself that she was being forced to do this, but her mind pointed 
fingers of shame at her, for Laura was enjoying it to the hilt! She heard 
Bob clearing his throat nervously, and the thought of making him jealous 
gave an added impetus to Laura's movements. She'd show him! If he had to 
force this pleasure on her, she would let him know that he was doing her a 
favor... that a woman was far superior to him when it came to arousing and 
satisfying her! 

She spread her legs wider, her head rolling from side to side. She was too 
far gone now to fight the thrilling sensations that swept over her body like 
a consuming fire. She said huskily, "Suck my titties, Connie . .. and lick 
my pussy ... stick your tongue in deep ... suck it... lick it... make me cum 
... please!" 

Connie had been growing more turned on to Laura as she went on, and at the 
invitation, she immediately began to suck Laura's nipple, her invading hand 
still probing deep up into the moistly heated cavern of her vagina. As she 
sucked and nibbled, the lust-driven redhead murmured words of endearment. 
"Oh, honey . . . darling ... I'll take you to heaven ... I want to taste 
your sweet cunt... I want to make you cum ... and I want you to suck my 
cunt, too ... please!" 

The red-haired waitress was totally out of control, and she had to have this 
ripe young woman totally. She was unaware of Bob's presence, her whole being 
given over to satisfying this beautiful body. And now she wanted to feel the 
mouth of this innocent blonde-haired woman on her own quivering cunt! 

Connie's tongue moved rapidly downward, licking at Laura's navel, then 
moving quickly to her sparse pubic hair. She encircled the blonde hair with 
her tongue, licking at Laura's lower belly, her upper thighs, zeroing in on 
the wide open slit that was her ultimate target. She withdrew her hand, 
feeling Laura's body twitch and leap as she felt the large mass of flesh 
withdrawn from her vagina. 

Laura's vagina was throbbing, but not with pain ... it was desire she 
felt... desire for the lips and tongue of this wild, wonderful sex partner 
whom her husband had forced upon her. She wanted this wonderful feeling to 
last forever! 

As Connie spread her legs wide, shoving a hand under each ass-cheek, pushing 
her cunt higher to make it more accessible, Laura had to prop herself up and 
look down at the marvelous sight. She watched avidly as she spread her legs 
even wider, and the redhead's hungry mouth came down to her blonde crotch. 
She unconsciously spread her cunt lips even wider, welcoming the lashing, 
excited tongue of Connie. As her hot tongue contacted Laura's clitoris, and 
she moved it about, touching the sensitive areas on either side, she moaned 
with ecstasy, flinging her arms and legs out as wide as she could, wanting 
to take in all the sensual joys that Connie's mouth could provide. She 
forced her hips up higher, bucking and rolling her hips under the 
lust-consumed waitress's expert tongueing. All shame was gone now ... she 
felt free as the air... free as any woman had ever felt... as she turned and 
twisted, moaned and wailed, whined and pleaded for Connie to fuck her . . . 
make her cum! "Oh ... don't stop ... don't stop now ... don't ever stop, 
darling..." Laura heard herself saying. More astounding, she was feeling it 
in her heart. 

Neither of them were aware that Bob was now standing. He was pumping away at 
his stiff cock, driven insane by the sight of their lasciviously uninhibited 
love. He massaged his lust-swollen cock as he tried to envision his wife 
giving herself to him in this same total abandonment... this pure sensual 
joy ... that she was giving to Connie. 

Orgasm hit Laura like lightning! She suddenly was breaking into a million 
pieces... each floating off serenely into its own little niche of delight. 
She was walking in heaven. 

. "Aaaaah ..." she gasped. "Oooooh, lover ... ooooh ..." There were no words 
to tell of her blissful state. She let her whole being go as she felt 
overcome and shattered by one final, beautiful orgasm. She was oblivious to 
Bob... even to Connie, the giver of this pleasure. Her body seemed to be a 
separate entity, floating on a sea of sexual bliss. 

Bob stopped pumping his throbbing cock for a moment as he saw that his wife 
was writhing in the throes of an overwhelming climax. He had never seen her 
like this. The astounded husband had never guessed she would be capable of 
this kind of arousal or gratification! Savage jealousy ripped through him. 
She had never responded to him that way! Never! But he couldn't stop his 
hand from stroking his throbbing cock. He had to cum ... even if it was only 
while he was imagining his own wife letting him suck her pussy, bringing her 
to the same heights of ecstasy that this cheap barmaid, Connie, had done 
with such ease! 

As he watched Laura writhing in the final spasm of her gigantic orgasm, he 
put both his hands on his cock, jerking it madly, wanting her to see him 
shoot his cum out into space, as a sign that he didn't need her... he didn't 
need any woman! All he wanted to get across to her was that the most 
important person on earth, to him, was himself! He looked triumphantly at 
his wife and at Connie as the shots of white semen spurted out into space, 
landing on his legs, on the carpet, and even spewing onto the bed where the 
two women lay, enjoying the aftermath of their lesbian lovemaking! 

He moved over close to the bed, trying desperately to make the last few 
spurts of his cum shower onto Laura's stomach, but he realized it wouldn't 
matter, for someone else had beaten him to the punch - another woman! 

Bob was drunk. He admitted it. He had been slightly sobered by the sight of 
his wife's cunt opened wide to the tongue of Connie, his best fuck ... but 
he knew that he couldn't possibly get a good enough erection to take care of 
either of them. Not now. But later ... his eyes shone with anticipation. 

He flopped feebly on the bed beside his wife. He was too drunk to care about 
sex, yet, vaguely in the back of his sodden mind, he wondered if the two 
women would continue to enjoy each other's bodies without him Connie climbed 
fully onto the bed, her arm draped over Laura, vaguely aware that Bob had 
flopped on the other side of her, on his face. It was hard not to know, for 
he was snoring loudly, sleeping the sleep of the drunk. 

Connie smiled as she felt drowsiness close in. She had had two wonderful 
experiences. She couldn't lose. If Bob couldn't fuck her now, there was 
still Laura. Bob was completely out of it. 

The satiated blonde-haired housewife lay with her arm over her eyes, 
floating on a cloud of pleasure, yet aware of the soggy arm of her husband 
that was draped over her belly. His breath smelled like a swill-barrel, and 
his snores were loud enough to arouse the whole motel unit. Yet, she 
couldn't feel the hatred of a couple of nights ago. After all, regardless of 
his aims, he had led her into the most exciting sexual encounter she had 
ever known. Subconsciously, as her mind surrendered to exhausted sleep, 
Laura's arm crept over to Connie's shoulder, and without even thinking about 
it, she snuggled close to her, appreciating the feel of her buttocks against 
her pelvis, and her hand stole unbidden to caress one of her seducer's 
breasts. 

Finally, her worried mind took refuge in sleep, and her body shed the 
feeling of having been ravished. All-in-all, it had been a wonderful night! 

Chapter Five 

The sun streamed in through the window, playing on Bob's face. He lay flat 
on his back on the floor, and as his eyes struggled open, he was bewildered. 
It took him a full minute to orient himself to his surroundings. He finally 
figured that he had fallen out of bed sometime in the night, and had just 
lain there in a drunken stupor. 

He sat up and looked over at the bed. Both women were sound asleep, 
breathing noisily, completely out of it. He rubbed his face and ran his 
hands through his hair, a crooked smile crossing his face. Some night! she 
thought. Really something, the way Connie broke the ice with Laura! 

He picked himself up off the floor and fumbled his way into his rumpled 
clothes. He didn't want to awaken either woman. He hoped that after he left, 
Laura would wake up and, finding herself alone with Connie, really would go 
back for another hot lovemaking session with her. Bob wished he could have a 
picture of Laura's face when she woke up in the arms of another woman! And 
when she remembered what had happened, he'd like to be able to peer into her 
mind! 

Bob walked out quietly, closing the door carefully. He hurried to his 
apartment and changed clothes, pausing to carefully count the stack of money 
before he put it into his wallet. He felt good, If the game was going yet, 
he would really teach those suckers how to play cards. He made a call to 
Manny, and was told that he was at a game that was being held at Jerry 
Morgan's place. Morgan owned a garage and filling station, and on the second 
floor, he had a room that was often used by the poker playing bunch. He also 
had a craps table that he'd built, and it was one of the action places that 
the local gamblers liked. 

In spite of a slight hangover, Bob felt lighthearted as he drove to the 
garage. It had been a strangely thrilling night for him. He'd never been 
with two women at the same time, and it had really turned him on. He hoped 
that they really went for each other when they awoke, because he wanted more 
sexy sessions like that. 

That was really all Laura needed was a little shaking up. She had responded 
readily enough, once Connie had got working on her. Hell, she wasn't any 
different than most women, once she dropped that holier-than-thou attitude. 

He parked his car and made his way up the back stairs that led to the gaming 
room. 

When he walked in, a hand was just finishing and the men began to heckle him 
in a good-natured way. 

"Well, if it isn't lover boy himself!" One mocked. 

"Yeah, Connie's latest playmate," another laughed. 

"How is she, Bob? Still a good lay?" 

Bob waved his hand at them and pretended he was insulted. "You don't have to 
tell the whole world about it. Move over and make room for a good poker 
player." He dragged up a chair and they made room for him. 

The men quieted down quickly and the entire mood became tense. The cards 
weren't going good for Bob, and in less than an hour, he was out almost 
three hundred dollars. He was becoming surly and impatient, and the angrier 
he got at the way his luck was running, the worse he played. 

He drank beer steadily. Jerry had a refrigerator in the room that the 
players kept stocked with beer by kicking in a couple of dollars after each 
game. 

After three hours, there were only four players left, and Bob was down to 
two hundred dollars. He began pressing, trying to force the others to drop 
out by constantly raising their bets, but it wasn't working. When he lost a 
sizable pot, Bob angrily threw his cards on the table, gathered up his money 
- a hundred and twenty dollars - and left. 

It broke up the game, but Bob was feeling the beers and he was beginning to 
worry a bit. If he went broke this time, he didn't know where he could raise 
any money. He couldn't borrow anymore on the motel and he was wearing out 
his borrowing power among his friends. He swore that he wouldn't do anymore 
borrowing' from Joe Wilkins. Joe was a loan shark, and rumor had it that he 
was a member of the syndicate. It was also rumored that Joe had much of the 
illegal betting action such as football pools and a bookmaking operation 
that handled all the tracks. 

It was a known fact that he was behind a bordello that had existed for 
years, because he had been arrested and convicted and served time for this 
operation, and the house had been closed. 

Ostensibly, Joe made a living from a used-furniture shop that had to be on 
the up-and-up, because the police were constantly checking on him because of 
his former activities. 

And it was Joe who had pressured Bob for the payment that had forced him to 
take out the second mortgage. No open threats had been made, but word had 
been passed by some of the known hoods and sharpies that Wilkins wasn't a 
good guy to fall behind in payments with. 

But as he fingered the last of his money, Bob was mulling over the idea of 
perhaps visiting Wilkins - they called him "The Barber" - if and when he 
found himself broke again. He didn't have much choice, he knew, for the 
motel was a dead issue as far as borrowing - or making money. He wished in a 
vague way that he had used the money wisely that he had borrowed, to put in 
the needed improvements that would attract more customers. But that was 
crying over spilt milk. He hoped that when the track opened in two weeks, in 
the heart of the vacation season, that the motel would be jammed, and he 
would at least have access to some money to try to hit the jackpot with the 
bangtails when they held forth for a couple of months. 

It was typical of Bob's thinking that, although he was walking a precipice 
of financial disaster, he never thought about what sort of job he might take 
to add a steady income to the motel's intake. He knew it, but would not 
admit it even to himself, that he was incurably hooked on gambling. He had 
even toyed with the thought of going to Las Vegas or Reno, to become a part 
of the gamblimjscene ... the big time. 

He knew, however, that he wouldn't ever make it there, and he had stubbornly 
decided that he would be the giant in his own home territory. He didn't know 
how, but he knew he would wind up being a big name in local gambling. He 
fancied himself as an operator, much more shrewd than any of the others with 
whom he gambled ... smarter, even, than Wilkins and the phantom-like figures 
who reputedly backed him. 

Bob had an idea forming in the back of his mind. He had always been able to 
make out with women. He didn't know why the thoughts of Wilkins' whorehouse 
had crossed his mind, but he wondered vaguely why he hadn't made some of his 
sexual charm and virile sex powers pay off for him. Instead, he had married 
the beautiful, but wishy-washy Laura ... and in his secret thoughts, he knew 
that he had let the idea of her inheriting the motel influence his feelings. 
Oh, Laura was pretty, but it had been a hassle to even get her to let him 
feel her tits, when they had gone together, and she was really a virgin when 
they had married. 

Without realizing it, Bob had begun to walk, his head down, deep in thought. 
When he became aware of how far he had walked, mulling over plans to make 
some fast money, he found that he was in front of Larry's Bar and Grill... 
one of the hotspots of the town, where a lot of bar pickups were available 
most of the time. 

He was thirsty, disgruntled and in a quandary, and he headed in, noting the 
three girls that sat at the bar, along with seven men. Other couples were 
scattered about the place at the small tables. It was a reputedly rough 
place, with a lot of fights and a few police raids, but the women that hung 
around the place drew the studs from around town ... married or single. 

He ordered a beer and eyed the chicks. He knew one, a girl named Sally, who 
was sitting alone. He told the bartender to give her a drink, and as he 
mixed it, Bob moved down the bar and sat beside her. She recognized him and 
raised the drink he'd bought, not saying a word, but smiling invitingly. 

"What's doing later on?" Bob asked, grinning at her. 

"Nothing that involves you, Bob." She said it without rancor, in a 
matter-of-fact way. 

"What the hell does that mean?" She had taken him by surprise. 

"You're a loser, Bobby boy." Again, Sally said it as if it were a published 
and authenticated fact. 

"Who says so?" he snapped back, rapidly losing his patience. 

"Everybody who knows you. For instance ... " Sally looked archly at him from 
the corner of heir eye, "you're running the motel into the ground ... 
borrowing ... begging..." 

He frowned, wondering where she was getting all her information. He knew 
that some of the guys he bummed with often took Sally to bed ... when they 
had an extra twenty to spare ... but nobody but his wife knew about him 
taking out the second mortgage to pay off his gambling debts! 

"I don't owe one damned dime in this town!" he exploded. 

Sally shrugged and sipped at her drink. "That not the way I hear. I hear 
that Joe Wilkins has a hammerlock on the motel." 

"Where the hell do you get all this shit?" 

Bob's voice was loud now, causing the others at the bar to peer at him 
curiously. 

"He's a friend of mine," Sally said calmly. It flashed across Bob's mind 
that Sally had worked at the joint that Joe had been jailed for running! 
Friend? She'd probably sucked his cock a hundred times! And made thousands 
of bucks for the guy! 

He suddenly remembered what he had originally been contemplating when he had 
come into the bar. He decided to plunge into the deep water. Smothering his 
anger, he said boldly, "You're a hustler, Sally ... what would you think of 
working for me ... at the motel?" 

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she swung about to stare at him. "You've 
got to be kidding!" she snorted. "You just don't open up a place around here 
on your own! You wouldn't last a week!" 

"What are you talking about?" Bob was genuinely puzzled by her statement. 

She looked at him, shaking her head in wonder at his naivete. "Look, dummy, 
selling fresh female meat is big business! You need connections. You just 
don't go off on your own with the 'local boy makes good' thing!" 

It slowly dawned on him that she was talking about the syndicate. But who 
the hell knew any contacts in that direction, even if he did want to go that 
route? 

"I see what you mean ..." Bob said softly. He sipped at his beer, aware that 
she was eyeing him closely. 

"Are you serious?" Sally asked, still dubious about his sanity. 

He shrugged. "I been kicking the idea around... that's all. Forget it. I'll 
see you around." He got up and walked out, wishing he hadn't even mentioned 
it to her. She had a big mouth, and some fancy ideas that she was the best 
fuck in the whole area. 

He felt suddenly alone, and reckless. He walked rapidly now, heading back 
for Jerry's garage. There might still be enough guys around to get a game 
going, or else he might take Jerry himself for a couple of bucks at gin 
rummy. Jerry thought he was the best gin player in the world, and he seldom 
turned down a game. 

He was in luck. There were four there, just playing some plain rummy for 
quarters, and he made enough for a halfway decent game. He reminded himself 
that he had only a little over a hundred left, and that he should play them 
smart, and let the others make the mistakes. 

He didn't like that kind of poker, but he forced himself to play cautious, 
and inside an hour, he had picked up over a hundred in winnings. He felt a 
little more confident. As the time wore on, two more players joined the game 
and the action picked up considerably. 

He had good hands and bad, and he played them well, but after about three 
hours, he was back down to about a hundred and fifty dollars. 

He was debating whether to call it quits for the time being, or go all out 
and try to make a good hit, when he saw a man enter whose face was vaguely 
familiar. He was swarthy, sharply dressed, and had a slight cast to one eye. 
His name came to Bob in a flash - Mike Calucci - a flunky for Wilkins. He 
walked straight to Bob and stood staring down at him, cold-eyed, cocksure. 

"The Barber wants to see you." His voice was as cold as his eyes. "Now!" 

Bob bridled. He didn't like being ordered around, especially by strangers. 

"What for? I'm off the hook to him." He protested. 

Calucci shrugged. "He wants to see you. I-gave the message. I don't explain. 
At the store." He turned and walked out, casting a sour glance at the rest 
of the card players. 

Bob sat frowning after him. What could Wilkins want with him? He'd paid him 
off to the penny. Yet, there was something in the manner of the messenger 
that warned Bob he'd better find out. He pocketed his money and left, 
getting into his car and driving to Wilkins's shop. When he walked in, Joe 
was waiting. He motioned Bob to follow him into his small office. 

As Bob sat down opposite the old-fashioned, carved desk behind which Wilkins 
seated himself, his face was worried. He had never liked Joe, nor felt at 
ease in his presence. Now the dark-eyed money-lender was eyeing him 
quizzically. He said suddenly, "Want a drink, gambler?" It surprised Bob and 
he mumbled, "Yeah, I could use one." 

He reached for a bottle of scotch and poured a hefty shot into a tumbler, 
handing it toc Bob without ice, or an apology. Bob felt small as he sipped 
at the warm liquor. He kept his eyes fastened upon the beady ones of The 
Barber, wondering what he had done to incur the obvious animosity that oozed 
from the man. 

Wilkins reached into his coat pocket and took out a thick, legal-appearing 
piece of paper. He tossed it upon the desk and said in a low, confident 
voice, "You owe a lot of money, man." 

Bob set his drink down and looked at the paper. It was the first mortgage on 
the motel! It stunned him. He held it weakly in his hands and stammered, 
"but... I... I.. . don't owe that to you!" 

"No?" The Barber said sardonically, "Maybe not, but you owe it to ... some 
friends of mine. And..." his tone turned nasty and he leaned forward 
menacingly, "they want the money!" 

"Come on!" Bob blurted. "They can't do that! That's a fifteen year 
mortgage!" 

"And you've defaulted by being late at least seven times in the past couple 
of years. That makes the principal sum due upon demand! You didn't know 
that, huh?" Joe gloated. 

"I... I..." Bob floundered, "...what's this all about?" 

"Glad you asked." Joe said jauntily. "As I said, some friends of mine bought 
up the note ... and ... they also bought up the second mortgage you took out 
a week ago. That tell you something?" He peered at Bob, who hastily gulped a 
slug of the whiskey, white-faced, now. 

"All you've got to do is to give me your gold-plated signature of these 
papers..." he reached into his desk drawer and drew out two bills of sale, 
"... and you don't owe a dime! How's that for a deal?" 

Bob gulped. He didn't understand, and his stare was blank. 

"In fact, you can sign yourself into a real nice job, for a cunt-hound like 
you!" Joe continued. "You just turn over the motel to one of our companies, 
and you and your wife can stay on and manage the place. Now, isn't that a 
fair deal?" 

Bob was stunned. He still didn't know what the idea behind all this was. Why 
would some company buy up the mortgages, then offer him a job as a manager? 

Joe cleared up the question. 

"Sally called me awhile ago. Said you were interested in opening a 
whorehouse, pal!" 

Sally! She had talked to The Barber. The big-mouthed slut! 

Joe waved a hand airily. "Don't get your shit hot, pal. We already had ideas 
of our own, but when you let her know that you were thinking of opening your 
own little girlie joint, it made it that much easier. So, you sign up, 
you're in the clear on the mortgages, and you manage for us! How's that 
sound?" 

Bob was still in a daze. It was all happening as if in a dream. He'd toyed 
with the idea, and now, here it was, right in his lap. 

"Of course, we'll fix up the joint.. . put a nice cocktail bar on the 
grounds, spruce it up ... " He offered a cigar, and Bob took it numbly. 
"That joint is a lemon, pal, and you know it. Now, you got a chance to 
really make some good dough. Of course . .. one of our boys will be there 
from time to time, to check up on things ... you know . .. but in the long 
run, you'll come out way on top. What about it?" 

It was a demand, not a request, and Bob knew it. He had no choice. But... 
his mind was telling him ... why not? It could be the best deal he'd ever 
made in his life! It solved all his probleMs. No more debts. A steady 
income. And a lot of time to himself to play cards with the guys ... visit 
the track when it was open ... be recognized around town as a part of the 
syndicate, even! 

"Just don't get any ideas of making a few grand on the side," The Barber 
warned sharply. "You'll get a nice chunk every week, and all the pussy you 
can take care of... when it isn't busy making money. You just be a good boy 
and you'll do fine, but don't try to outsmart anybody ... okay?" 

He shoved out a pen and the' bills of sale. 

Bob's hand was trembling as he signed the papers and shoved them back. His 
smile was haggard as he said in his most friendly, but toady manner, "Okay, 
Joe ... let's have a good drink to it!" 

Chapter Six 

On the way home, he wondered how he would break the good news to Laura, and 
most of all, whether or not she would balk, or just take off. He wondered if 
whatever had taken place between her and Connie, when they woke up - or what 
had happened last night - would alter her thinking at all. 

He walked into their apartment and laid it on the line. Laura listened, 
stone-faced, then went to the bedroom and began packing. He tried to 
convince her that this was their way out... their salvation from a 
debt-trap, but she was deaf to his words. He thought of beating the hell out 
of her, but he controlled himself, feeling that she would somehow see that 
this was a good deal, in spite of the mob connections. 

Laura never answered a word. She just continued packing two bags, then 
called a cab, and told him as she climbed in that she was on her way to 
visit her only relative, her sister who lived in Trenton, New Jersey. She 
didn't say whether she was leaving for good, or to think it over, or what. 
She just left. 

She got off at the bus station and started to buy a ticket when she was 
struck by guilt. The way he had explained it, if she messed up the deal, Bob 
might be killed. She just couldn't have that on her conscience, in spite of 
the contempt she felt for him at having involved her with that cheap lesbian 
slut, Connie. 

She sat at the lunch counter, sipping a Coke, trying to find her own true 
feelings in the matter. She knew that she hated Bob for many of the things 
he condoned and participated in, yet, somehow, there remained a certain 
feeling for him. Whether it was love or pity, she didn't know, but by the 
time she had finished her Coke, she knew that she couldn't desert him, no 
matter what. She couldn't look at herself in the mirror mornings if she did! 
She called a cab, and quietly walked into their small apartment, not saying 
a word, but conscious of the fact that Bob was looking at her with a new 
kind of admiration and respect. 

The refurbished, brightened, exotic new motel was in full swing. The bar was 
loaded with the blowsy broads who usually frequented the bars in town, the 
good and the bad, the young and the old. They made no pretense of covering 
up what they were there for. A lot of the customers were local, but most of 
them were from nearby cities, and they drank, less and spent more. And... 
they took far more prostitutes out of the lavish bar and into the private 
motel units that had been painted, redecorated and provided with new, 
springy, king-size beds. 

The watered-down booze flowed freely in the bar, and the booths were 
designed for twosomes rather than large groups, and the management had been 
smart enough to hire a dreamy group that played love songs, instead of a 
rock-and-roll outfit to please the non-paying hippies. And, there was even a 
go-go dancer during the good hours... from nine to one ... and when the band 
wasn't there, a carefully selected choice of romantic songs were chosen for 
the jukebox that could be played. 

Bob knew that a lot of the clientele were racetrack bums, slopping over 
after an afternoon of frustration or success, but for the most part, in the 
evening, the customers were big spenders, businessmen who had heard about 
the swinging Rainbow's End Motel, and all it had to offer. 

Laura had tried to accept the changes, but for the most part she stayed in 
their refurnished and updated small apartment, wondering where it would end, 
when the police would sweep in and arrest Bob, herself, the bar help and all 
the girls who filled the rooms anytime a customer wanted. The new people had 
even added another ten units on the vacant land next to the motel, and the 
place, from the casual observer's view, was a really classy place. There was 
still no swimming pool, but Laura was rapidly learning that the real 
moneymen only patronized the place at night. 

She had tried to approach Bob, begging him to come to his senses and get 
them both out of there. She had a sense of impending disaster, and she 
couldn't shake it... nor could she impart it to her husband. Bob seemed 
enchanted and hypnotized by the pretty girls, the flow of handsome, 
evidently well-heeled men, and the music, the girls, the surroundings. 

He laughed at her. "Come on, Laura, baby ... we're living like kings. Relax! 
Have fun ... I've never had so much fun!" That was his usual answer when she 
asked him to get out. "No more work! You've got two maids, now! You just lay 
around and read books. Why knock it? It's the good life, baby!" And he would 
leave, and she knew that he was with his poker-buddies. Or, at times, she 
suspected, he was in the arms of one of the attractive young whores who 
worked at the place! 

For herself, she had nothing of him. Physically, mentally, romantically or 
sexually. It was a lonely, frustrating life for Laura. All she had 
eliminated was the money worries. As Bob left, at one o'clock when the 
action was tapering off, she closed the door behind Bob, who had given her 
an unbelievable excuse, and she leaned against the door, feeling empty. What 
was there for her, a young, sexy, eager, able woman? A husband who just 
faded away, and when he did show up, never laid a hand on her. He didn't 
even care anymore! What was there for her? 

She went into her bedroom and got undressed, putting on her nightgown, 
wishing that Bob would at least take a look at her provocative body once in 
awhile, and respond. She turned on the TV, resenting the resounding 
vibrations that hammered away from the nightclub. She tried to concentrate 
on the program ... a talk show ... but she couldn't put her mind on it. 

She jumped as a splash dropped on her shoulder and rose, looking up to see 
that a round stain of water was forming on the ceiling. She had forgotten 
that they had put a second floor on the place, so that each motel room had a 
counterpart on the second floor! The ceiling was beginning to sag, and she 
felt panic. This wasn't what she was used to, and she felt quick 
frustration, realizing she didn't know the first thing to do, if indeed the 
shower above was overflowing! 

She could only think of one thing! She grabbed her robe and the master key 
and ran out into the night, towards the stairs, wanting only to find the 
source of the trouble, and solving the problem. She knocked on the door of 
the room she knew was directly over her apartment, hammering loudly as she 
heard raucous noises coming from the room. She was scared, and had 
half-turned to leave when the door opened. Laura looked at the most 
repulsive face she had ever seen on a human being! 

"Hey, cutie ... he said, "just in time!" He jumped out and grabbed her and, 
with surprising agility, he hauled her into the room. She tried to resist, 
but he was, too powerful. She thought very clearly that the man must have 
mistaken her for one of the whores who were available in abundance, and she 
felt a choking sensation as he pulled her through the door. 

He thrust her into the middle of the room, and she stood there, clutching at 
her flimsy nightgown, wondering how she would possibly reason with him. Her 
mouth opened and her eyes looked up at him appealingly, but she saw that his 
face was covered with scars and blisters ... and dirt! He was hideous, and 
she averted her gaze from him! For the first time she saw the other one, who 
was as shabby and ugly looking as his companion, but who was stretched out 
on the twin bed, waving and spilling a bottle of cheap wine about. He sat up 
as he noticed Laura's figure, revealed clearly through the flimsy nightgown, 
spittle forming at the corners of his mouth. 

"Look__" Laura said loudly, fright making her voice higher, "I'm the 
manager's wife ... I saw water__for God's sake, let go of me!" The man who 
had hauled her into the room was now grasping both her breasts in his hands, 
making low sounds as his fingers dug painfully into her flesh! 

"What's this, baby, a new game, or something?" the man who was hurting her 
breasts snarled. "We don't want any games, kid, just some good 
double-fucking! Got it?" 

Screams poured from Laura's throat. "Somebody ... help!" 

The ugly animal released her breasts, standing back in surprise befuddled by 
her screams. 

"Come on, baby, nobody hollers like that when they're getting your price!" 
He suddenly said. "So ... shut up!" He hit Laura across the face hard, and 
before she could catch her breath again, his hand was at her throat, 
throttling her, as his dirty hand covered her mouth, blocking any 
possibility of screams! 

Her eyes bulged and she shuddered in fright and revulsion. She struggled, 
but he shoved her easily across the room, his body close to hers. Her 
stomach was doing flip-flops, and she thought she would vomit as she neared 
the bed, where the other man with spittle on his lips lay. She glanced at 
him and saw that he was grinning toothlessly at her, and she wondered what 
she would do if the ugly ogre thrust her into his bed! His fishy eyes 
beckoned her, and she felt she might faint, but' she still fought the rough 
grip of the monster who was forcing her onto the bed. She could see his 
watery eyes devouring her revealed body, taking in her voluptuous loins and 
thighs, the startling cups of her breasts, now jutting forth as she 
struggled with the animal. 

"Oh man, oh man!" Fisheyes mouthed, "lookit there." He must be insane, she 
concluded, and in effect, both of them must be. Vaguely, she recalled that 
she had come up to see about a leaky ceiling, but now it had become a battle 
for her very life! 

The idiot on the bed sat up, and his eyes grew wild. "Lemme touch her! Lemme 
feel her!" he demanded. 

"Take it easy," the ogre answered soothingly, "just hand me those socks!" He 
was pointing to a pair of long ragged socks on the floor beside the bed, and 
the idiot bent over and handed them to him, his eyes.fastened lustily on 
Laura's ankles, her thighs, then her loins... a mad gleam in his eyes. 

The ogre quickly fashioned a knot with one sock, tying Laura's hands behind 
her. He took the other dirty sock and shoved it into Laura's mouth as a gag! 

"That'll keep you shut up for awhile!" he said gleefully, "you noisy, lying 
bitch!" He spun Laura around to face him and she tottered unsteadily, sfill 
not comprehending what was happening to her. She couldn't yell. She could 
hardly keep from gagging and vomiting at the dirty taste of the socks in her 
mouth. He tore her robe off her, and then she felt her nightgown being 
ripped from her body, and she knew what they were going to do to her. Then a 
giant fist slammed into her head, and she went into a state of nothingness! 
She was not aware that they had spread her naked, unprotected body on the 
bed, nor that they were laughing cruelly and maniacally as they rolled her 
over, showing her round, ripe buttocks. Nor did she know that the fish-eyed 
character stopped laughing, and said, "Ahhhh ... it ain't no fun if they 
don't know what they're gettin'." 

"Don't you worry," the ogre said. "Shell come around, and shell like it." An 
idea had blossomed in his sick mind. He stared down at the soft, creamy 
mounds of Laura's buttocks glistening in the lamplight, helpless to resist 
anything he wanted to do. 

His name was Jake, and he stood looking down at her beautiful buttocks, and 
the exposed part of her woman-slit, thinking that for the first time in his 
life, he had a chance to do exactly what he wanted to do to a dame! He felt 
power surge through him - a power he'd never known. This ass - this asshole 
- this cunt - was his! He had suddenly become aware that Laura was not one 
of the whores. But whatever she was, she wasn't getting away from him now. 
She was class, and he had never really had class. She was different - better 
than all the street hustlers who had refused his money ... laughed at his 
ugly face ... well... he'd show mem ... by showing her! 

As Jake looked at her helpless white ass-cheeks, all the hurt and rejection 
of a lifetime flashed across his mind. His cock ached like it had never 
ached before. He pulled his rigid penis out of his pants and lunged madly 
onto the bed, the full length of his body flattening itself against Laura's 
helpless body! He pressed his scarred face against her own soft cheek, 
inhaling the odor of her light perfume. 

The heavy impact of his body brought Laura to, and she immediately felt 
nauseated at his whiskey-fouled breath. She winced and tried hard to throw 
off his oppressive weight, but his hands shoved her face into the pillows, 
and she felt she would die unless she gave in. Jake's knees were forcing her 
legs apart, and she felt the urgent pressure of his throbbing cock between 
her thighs. 

She tried her best to keep her legs tightly squeezed, but it was useless. 
Her head pounded from the smashing blow that he had delivered, and his 
whiskey-fouled breath was nauseating. Her resistance buckled, and she 
surrendered to his pressing knees, her legs spreading wide. She moaned as 
she felt his monstrous cock pressing against her inner thighs, moving up 
into the crevice between her buttocks. 

She couldn't help herself. She wriggled her buttocks, the only part of her 
that she felt she could move, trying to eject the vile object from the 
crevice. But every move she made only served to make Jake's cock still 
harder, and increased his determination to stay atop her buttocks! 

"Raise that asshole up, baby!" Jake demanded, pulling himself up and closer 
to her anus, his cock writhing between her thighs and the inviting canyon of 
flesh between her clenched buttocks. She wanted to resist, to tighten her 
ass-cheeks, to restrict the muscles that were twitching inside her cunt, but 
she just couldn't. 

As she felt the spongy head of his cock enter her anus, she almost echoed 
his cry of triumph. The blonde-haired motel manager actually felt proud of 
this new indignity! She was the wife of a cheap hoodlum who worked for the 
organization, so why should she feel ashamed and put down by the hordes of 
cheap, loathsome men they attracted? 

And, in her own way, she was enjoying the penetration as he lifted her 
buttocks, and relentlessly shoved his mercilessly harsh cock into her cunt! 
She heard herself crying out, and she didn't know if it was in pain or 
pleasure, as his monstrous cock entered her body. She wriggled her bottom, 
the only part of her that she felt was free, trying to get the vile object 
out from between her buttocks. But each move she made only served to make 
Jake's drunken efforts still more insistent, his skewering cock seeming to 
grow harder with each movement. He was determined to stay on top of her, and 
shove his punishing rod deep up into her helpless anus! 

"Lift your ass!" he ordered, pushing himself up over her so that he was 
poised to ram his invading cock deep and hard up into her defenselessly 
prostrate form. Laura felt utterly helpless. What could she possibly do to 
resist or escape? She let her body sag against the mattress in despair, 
until she was suddenly jolted back into reality by the smarting slap of 
Jake's calloused hand across her butt! It stung, and it snapped her back to 
reality. The fish-eyed companion of Jake was watching lustfully, and he 
snarled in a voice of salacious desperation, "Lemme have a crack at the 
slut!" 

Jake snarled back at him, "You'll get your turn, you dumb bastard!" as he 
continued plunging his cock deep up into the crevice between her buttocks. 

Laura's ass-cheeks were turning red from the slaps she'd received, yet, she 
felt a strangely lewd arousal from the cruel treatment she was receiving at 
the hands of these vicious men! 

She felt Jake's rough hand strike her buttocks again, and he snarled, "Get 
with it, you fucker!" Laura tried to move her ass-cheeks the way she thought 
he wanted her to, but it was not fast enough to satisfy the sadistic Jake. 
He pushed his hand down hard on the back of her neck and held her face 
pressed into the pillow. "Open up, you cunt!" he yelled. She was smothering, 
and she made an all-out effort to relax her body completely to protect 
herself and allow him to do whatever he wanted to with her. 

Jake released her head and grabbed her by the hips, raising her so that her 
exposed buttocks were high off the bed, as his throbbing cock-head slipped 
out of her tortured anus with an obscene slurping noise, leaving her whole 
rear end open wide to his lewd stare. He held her suspended that way with 
one hand while he aimed his iron-hard cock at the wetly glistening lips of 
her cunt! He drove his burgeoning cock up into the opening with a slamming 
motion of his own buttocks, and tears flooded Laura's eyes at the humility 
she felt. 

She knew that if she screamed, they would beat her unconscious. Even if she 
were heard, she realized, everyone would think that it was just one of the 
whores... and do nothing! These animals could manipulate her body any way 
they wished to satisfy their sexual greed! The best thing she could do would 
be to cooperate in the hope that they would be satisfied to rape her, shoot 
their obscene semen up inside her, and get it over with. 

Jake was holding her so that he could watch his rampant cock hammering in 
and out of her defenseless cunt. All her womanly secrets were exposed to 
him. It boggled his mind. His lips were loose, saliva forming at the corners 
of his mouth. He wanted to drive his cock so deep up inside her that she 
would explode when he shot his load into her. His massive balls were full of 
hot cum and he felt as if they would burst unless he emptied every drop of 
his semen deep up inside that beautiful cunt! Yet, he wanted to make it last 
forever. He'd never had a chance at a woman like this! And, in the back of 
his twisted mind, he knew that he never would again. 

She glanced over and saw that the fish-eyed man had taken his lust-swollen 
cock in his hands and was pumping madly with one hand while he drank 
sloppily from a glass of whiskey in the other. Laura wanted to throw up, but 
the hard, pistoning cock up inside her demanded all her attention. She felt 
as if the man's jackhammering penis was splitting her in two! It was 
enormous - and yet, she felt a vague, perverted pleasure in it. 

"Come on, Jake, slam it into her!" Fish-eyes shouted, "I want a turn at that 
pretty ass!" Jake didn't even glance at his half-witted friend. His eyes 
were riveted on the sparsely hair-covered slit that was hungrily sucking his 
cock in all the way. This was some fuck! He suddenly remembered her reaction 
when she had first seen his ugly face, and a fit of anger swept over him. He 
slammed his punishing cock harder up into her, speeding up his movements, 
his mind flooding with the desire to hurt her bad, like he hurt every time 
someone looked at him the way she had! 

He saw her puckered little pinkish-tan anus peeking out from between her 
spread ass-cheeks, and it drove him to renewed violent lunges into her 
unprotected pussy. 

Laura felt a numbness coming over her. Her mind could only understand that 
at least the brute wasn't hitting her any more. Jake now seemed to be less 
furious, and his deep thrusts became less hurtful as he seemed to 
concentrate on the sensations that contact with her hot cunt flesh brought. 
Suddenly he cried out like a wild animal. "Aaaggghhh!" he snarled, and she 
felt his white-hot viscous juices spurting deep up into her plundered belly 
and she heard his animal groans as he felt the excitement sweep through his 
whole body. He fell forward atop her, his huge body a flab of dead weight. 
Laura hadn't felt any sensation except a vast relief and now his weight was 
making it hard for her to breathe. 

The man with the pale, watery eyes set far apart had stopped pumping his 
turgid cock as he saw his friend climax. He was sloppy drunk and he came 
over and tapped Jake on the back. 

"C'mon, Jake - it's my turn for some fuckin''," he slobbered, fondling his 
rigid cock, leering obscenely at Laura's body. He rolled the almost 
unconscious man off her, and the sodden drunk rolled meekly to the far side 
of the bed, unprotesting. 

Laura was too numbed now to care much what was happening. It was as if her 
mind and body were separate, neither comprehending what was happening to the 
other. 

Fish-eyes crawled up between her legs, staring obscenely at her spread 
loins. He bent over and inhaled deeply of the strong woman-scent. The 
helpless blonde-haired woman could feel his hot breath on her buttocks as he 
inhaled and exhaled in huge gasps. Then, she suddenly became aware of a 
different sensation ... a strange wetness at the base of her spine, which 
spread from a tiny point to about the size of a half-dollar, and then began 
to creep up her spinal column. 

Fish-eyes was running his long, thick tongue up and down her back, inching 
along slowly, sending shivers of anticipation up and down her spine. At 
first it was a feeling of surprise, but her mind contrasted the arousing 
feel of his soft tongue to the brutal treatment of Jake, and she found 
herself becoming excited and she vaguely enjoyed the sensation. At first, 
she tried to struggle away from the licking tongue, but she was too 
exhausted. Besides, she knew there was nothing she could do, and she felt 
relaxed now. The wetness continued to move up and down her body until it 
stopped suddenly. 

Laura found herself waiting for the pleasant sensation to begin again. Why 
had it stopped? She was aware now that she actually did want it to continue. 
The very idea was hideous and her mind reeled with confusion. She no longer 
felt like herself__she seemed to be detached from her body, standing to one 
side, watching what was happening to her real body, yet experiencing the 
sensual treatment. 

She couldn't be there on the bed with these two animal-like men! And Bob ... 
where was he? Probably off at some card game, not even caring what might be 
happening to his wife. It was not real. This wasn't the pleasant little 
motel her father had worked so hard to build! Things like this didn't 
happen. She rolled her head from side to side, as if denying that this was 
reality. 

Then suddenly the moisture was back as Fish-eyes ran his tongue all the way 
up her inner thigh, slowly, delicately, until he reached the wetness of 
Laura's vaginal slit. He was holding onto her buttocks now to keep her from 
trying to roll away or tighten her muscles to keep his tongue out. Before 
she knew what he was going to do, Fish-eyes plunged his tongue deep up into 
her vagina with all the force he could summon. 

His invading tongue felt soft and warm ... a gentle pressure inside her 
unprotected opening, moving around and about, tickling and pushing at the 
walls of her sensitive cuntal opening. The man seemed to sense the confusion 
that was in her mind and body as he continued pressing into her, licking at 
her sweet juices, sliding down and toying with her now quivering little 
clitoris, only to return to her tender cunt with his lapping action. He knew 
he was getting through to her as the sounds she made gradually changed to 
soft "Mmmmmmmmmmmms", low moans of unwanted pleasure. 

Laura had convinced herself by now that these pleasures she felt were only 
imagined. It couldn't be really happening to her. It made no sense ... every 
inch of her body responding to the permeating vibrations coming from 
Fish-eyes* tongue, shoved deep up inside her like a tiny penis. With a great 
moaning sigh, Laura smothered her doubts and abandoned herself to the wanton 
enjoyment of the sensations that were coming from her cunt and her buttocks. 
He knew she was enjoying it, and she was going to like it even more before 
he was finished with her. His face glistened with sweat as he pushed his 
face up and down in the confines of her squirming backside. 

Jake stirred drunkenly beside them, lifted his head and stared bleary-eyed 
at the scene. A cruel, lascivious grin came to his face as he said, "Yeah, 
yeah... eat that pussy! lick it all out good!" He watched for a few seconds, 
then relapsed into his drunken stupor. 

Fish-eyes didn't pay any attention, if he even heard. He was completely 
involved now and his tonguing stopped suddenly as Laura felt several fingers 
thrust deep inside her cunt, twisting and groping as they reached the top of 
her steaming tunnel. 

She moaned excitedly, utterly abandoned to the pleasure now as her heated 
vagina clasped tightly around the plunging fingers while they explored her 
sex channel with bolder and bolder strokes. Fish-eyes was working like a 
maniac behind her upturned ass, plunging his extended fingers crazily in and 
out of her, listening with delight to her moans of joy. She was his now ... 
the same woman who had flinched and grimaced when she'd looked at him 
earlier. His,! A woman like he had always wanted, to do with whatever he 
liked! 

As he watched her cunt-lips expand and contract around his fingers, he 
growled in animalistic delight, "Ohhhh shhiiitt! Ohhhhhhh, sshhiitt!" 

Laura bucked beneath the ramming hand, moaning with an ecstasy born from the 
complete oblivion in which she had placed her mind. She was nowhere. She was 
no one. What was happening to her was pure feeling, pure delight, with no 
string of conscious thought attached. Her vaginal lips opened wider to admit 
his hand, the moisture inside her cunt increasing with every thrust. 

Fish-eyes knew she was going to cum, and he didn't want it to be on his 
hand. He wanted to get his throbbing penis all the way up into that tight 
little pussy and feel her cumming all around his stiff cock! It was time to 
ram into her moistiy heated pussy with his hard, long cock, and he could 
almost taste the way it was going to feel inside there when he let loose all 
his pent-up cum and felt it flooding around his cock deep up inside her cunt 
while she jumped and hollered with her own cumming. 

Fish-eyes wanted this one fuck to make up for all the years he had subsisted 
in a rigged, loser's society, breaking his balls for the guys with the real 
loot, while he got paid off in pennies. It seemed almost better to him to be 
the bum he was and live from hand to mouth, than to go through life making 
other guys rich - only to be spit upon for his efforts. He looked at the 
lovely blonde-haired woman on the bed, her buttocks tilted upward now, and 
he knew he would have to fuck her one way or another soon before he spilled 
his cum out all over her churning white ass-cheeks. For an instant he 
considered ramming his throbbing cock into her ass that was so inviting and 
tempting, the little rosebud opening almost beckoning to him. But he wanted 
the feel of her young, tight pussy wrapped around him ... that was still the 
best way. 

He slowly removed his hand from her cunt, moving his body up between her 
legs, spreading her ass-cheeks wide and guiding his smooth, hard cock into 
the opening between the wide-stretched thighs, his testicles aching 
painfully as desire built to a fiery need. He moved his fingers to the 
pink-tinged lips of Laura's glistening vagina, parting them, then pressing 
the rigid turbulence of his mushroom-shaped cock-head forward into the warm 
softness of the wet, soft folds of skin. 

He emitted a loud groan. He had never felt anything like it before. It was 
every bit as good as he had imagined. Laura's hotly clasping cunt slipped 
over his lunging cock like a warm, wet glove, and he gasped aloud as the 
walls gave way to make room for his massive cock. His gasping cries mingled 
with the pleasure-sounds that were coming from Laura's throat, resounding 
lewdly in the small room. 

As Fish-eyes let his weight down on her, shoving his large cock deeper 
inside her, Laura cried, "Aaaaaah!". She was trembling with uncontrollable 
emotion as she felt his throbbing cock thrust further and further up.into 
her squirming body. As the spongy head of his invading cock touched her 
cervix, the sensation suddenly snapped her back to the reality of what was 
happening. She became aware again that she was in a motel room, being used 
like a whore by a couple of repulsive derelicts. As she admitted to reality, 
the shame and degradation returned, and instead of bringing pleasure, 
Fish-eyes' plunging cock was now painful to her. 

She began to scream frantically for him to stop, and hysterical sobs broke 
from her throat. Fish-eyes hardly heard her. He was too close to the point 
of cumming now, as he had never cum before, deep up into her forbidden cunt, 
intruding into the hot passageway that he sought to widen and deepen with 
the force of his heavy prodding into her. 

"Oh, you beautiful bitch! Fuck you! Fuck you! Oh, shit! Piss! Fuck!" He was 
completely oblivious to anything but the obscene joys that streamed over, 
his body as he felt his cum forming in his balls. 

His lewd words echoed in the room, and penetrated into Laura's brain, 
increasing her shame as she felt his pile-driving thrusts grow more wild and 
uncontrolled, his pistoning cock impaling her mercilessly like a battering 
ram. When she tried to struggle, his excitement only rose higher. He didn't 
care about her screaming and crying now, he wanted to hear her cry out that 
he hurt her as he brutally rose and fell upon her helplessly pinioned body 
again and again. 

Laura felt as if her back would break from the strain and she uttered a 
little prayer that she would somehow get out of this nightmare alive. That 
was all there was to hope for now ... every shred of self-respect she had 
ever had was destroyed by this rampaging animal. 

A guttural stream of lewd words spewed from his mouth and with another 
savage thrust, Fish-eyes' tunneling cock burst inside her, shooting great 
jets of semen deep into her ravaged pussy as he twitched and moaned in the 
grasp of his overwhelming orgasm. 

So engrossed and self-pitying had Laura been that she hadn't noticed that 
Jake had come to and had been lustfully watching the last few moments of her 
degradation. She turned her head as she felt him move, looking up to see the 
horrible sight of Jake's hardening cock waving close to her face. 

"I'm gonna make you suck it, woman!" he said, ignoring Fish-eyes, who 
remained mounted on Laura's back. Jake moved close to her face, shoving his 
rigidly pulsing cock toward the pliancy of her mouth! She knew it would do 
no good to scream or struggle. He'd only beat her into unconsciousness 
again, and might even maim or kill her. The purplish-red mushroom-shaped 
head was right before her eyes, and she could see the tiny slit oozing a 
drop of clear fluid. She didn't dare to try to keep her mouth closed, for he 
was pushing insistently against her lips, hurting her so that she 
unwillingly opened her lips and teeth and accepted the quivering member deep 
into her opened mouth. The full thickness of his swollen cock crushed into 
the warm, wet cavern, and as he felt her engulf it, it drove Jake wild. 

He had become totally aroused by watching Fish-eyes fuck her from the rear, 
and he couldn't control the urge to have her suck his cock until he came! He 
groaned in ecstasy as his turgid cock disappeared deep into her mouth, and 
filled her throat with its pulsating flesh. 

He began to rapidly pump his throbbing cock in and out of her mouth, raping 
her mouth as if it were her cunt. Laura could still feel Fish-eyes' tool 
thrust deep inside her, growing softer now, while the rigid cock of Jake 
filled her mouth and throat. 

"Suck it! Suck it good!" Jake was screaming, as he felt that he could not 
prolong the delicious sensation another moment. "Aaarrrggghhh," he screamed. 
"I'm ccuuummmiiinnnggg!" He pulled her head close, holding it as he rammed 
his cock brutally in and out of her mouth, sending his lewd cum roaring like 
an unleashed torrent of molten lava far into the recesses of her gulping 
mouth, forcing her to swallow the obscenely steaming torrent of his semen so 
she wouldn't choke on the flooding stream. 

Chapter Seven 

Swede Swanson walked leisurely across the balcony that served as an entryway 
to the upper level motel rooMs. He felt horny and he also wanted to relax 
with a drink in his small office back of the nightclub area. He was looking 
forward to taking one of the girls to her room and, after he'd checked out 
the money and inventory at the club, spending the rest of the night just 
having a ball. 

Swede was in good spirits. It was really a soft touch having everything 
under his command like that... girls, entertainment and plenty of booze. As 
the watchdog for Wilkins, his job was a snap. He was a perfect front for the 
bordello operation because he had no criminal convictions, and yet he had 
worked for the syndicate for a long time. He was a promotional expert who 
knew business methods well and he also knew how to get tough if he had to, 
to make people see things his way. The dummy that ostensibly owned the place 
was no problem. Give Bob Haynes enough money to play cards and visit the 
track once in a while and a free crack at some of the whores, and he could 
care less about the running of the joint. His name was on the licenses, but 
he didn't have a dime's worth to say or do about the place. 

Swede had been brought in from New Jersey where he'd worked for Wilkins off 
and on for years. Joe knew he could trust Swede to see that the place was 
running smoothly and that the dough wasn't filched off by greedy bartenders 
or some of the broads. Swede knew his place, and he was valuable to the 
syndicate because he was not suspected of being one of their men. 

He was about to turn into the walk that led to the back door of his office 
when he spotted a female figure running madly down the motel stairs and 
heading for the front of the motel. "Damn!" he said to himself. "One of 
those cunts has flipped her lid again!" He walked swiftly to intercept the 
woman and stopped for a moment as he recognized Laura. He'd never seen her 
so shook up and disheveled. In fact, he had only seen her a few times, 
and-she always seemed to be avoiding him. 

He moyed quickly in the gloom and shouted to her when she was a few feet 
away, but she seemed to not hear him. He grabbed her and held her tightly in 
his strong arMs. When she struggled, he partially released her, holding her 
firmly by the shoulders, grinning down into her frightened face. "Hey, 
pretty woman," Swanson laughed, "what's the hurry? Where's the fire?" 

Laura seemed to come out of a daze. She looked dumbly up at him. Catching 
him by complete surprise, Laura balled one tiny fist and smacked him on the 
cheekbone, struggling free and trying to rain blows on his face. At first, 
Swede wanted to laugh. He was six-three and weighed more than twice as much 
as she did. His taunting grin seemed to arouse Laura to greater fury. 

The disgusting animals had finally released her after they had performed all 
the lustful, obscene sex acts they needed to satisfy them. They had actually 
thrown her out of the room, almost over the railing, hurling obscenities 
after her . .. and now this monster ... the one she felt was responsible for 
all the horror that was taking place in her motel. .. was blocking her way 
and laughing at her! 

"You rotten sonofabitch!" Laura screamed at him. "This is all your doing! 
Look at me! Look at me! Those rotten animals taking me . .. using me worse 
than one of your whores ... I'll kill you for this! I'll kill you!" 

She tried to beat him with her fists, but Swede grabbed her wrists and held 
them in a grip of iron. She was helpless and she knew it. She relaxed, 
standing before him with eyes filled with hate. Suddenly she began to shake, 
and tears sprang into her eyes. She felt as if she were alone in the world 
of male animals . .. that no one really cared about her any more. 

Her words gradually came clear in Swede's mind. He frowned at her as he 
said, "Hey, motel lady ... are you telling me you've been raped?" 

Laura could only bob her head up and down in shame. 

"Ha, ha, ha, ha," Swede guffawed as the picture formed of her being mistaken 
for one of the whores and being mistakenly fucked. He stopped laughing 
suddenly as another picture came to him. Maybe she was in exactly the mood 
to want a nice shoulder to lean on ... and then ... 

"Gee, that's really rough," he said solicitously, "Why don't you come into 
my office and have a drink ... calm down a little while I get to the bottom 
of this?" 

Laura's mind was cloudy. She hardly heard what he was saying. The horrors of 
the past hour were too fresh in her mind. When Swede took her arm and led 
her toward the office, she submitted without a murmur. She wasn't fully 
aware of what was happening and she really didn't care. 

He unlocked the door, flipped the lights and sat her in a comfortable easy 
chair. He went to a small cabinet and pulled out a bottle of fine brandy and 
filled a small snifter glass almost to the brim, handing it to her. "Here, 
this'll make you feel a lot better," Swede consoled her. 

Laura took it and sipped it quickly, grateful for the hot, burning liquor 
that helped take the taste of that monstrous man's cum from her mouth. The 
brandy burned her throat, and she gulped the whole container down in long 
gulps. She felt it hit her stomach, searing it, and she liked the feeling 
that it was cleaning out... burning out the filth that her body had 
absorbed. Swede stared hard at her then refilled the glass, a sly look on 
his rugged face. She began to feel.the effects immediately. In her 
emotionally drained state, the brandy seemed to have a speeded-up potency 
that gave her a feeling of euphoria within a couple of minutes. She began to 
breathe more regularly and the tears had gone. She sipped deeply at the 
second glass, not realizing that she was already intoxicated. 

She expelled her breath in a long "Ooooohhh," and leaned back in the chair, 
not caring that Swede Swanson was staring hard at her breasts and her loins 
as the torn robe fell open. The brandy was loosening all her inhibitions and 
she cooed, "Ooooohhh, I feel so good ..." She ran one hand over her breasts, 
feeling the nipples tauten. She felt as if she were floating on a cloud as 
the liquor warmed her body. 

Swede came over and lifted her from the chair until she was standing 
directly in front of him; then he covered her mouth with his, thrusting his 
tongue as deep as it would go into the back of her throat. It flicked about, 
searching out every corner of her wet mouth. 

Laura knew that she should be kicking and biting, battling still another 
male animal, but the liquor was taking hold of her mind, acting as an 
aphrodisiac. She began to respond to Swede by engaging her tongue in a mock 
battle with his, digging it far back into his mouth. His hand pulled at her 
already torn robe, pulling it completely off until she stood before him 
stark naked. But this time, she could hardly wait until this blond giant of 
a man had his cock up inside her! She wanted to feel it digging deep up 
inside her pussy until it reached the depths of her throbbing belly. 

He led her to a low studio couch where he sometimes stretched out for a 
catnap and gently pushed her back onto it, spreading her legs so he could 
get a perfect view of her wide-open pussy. This was worth any problems her 
dumb husband might cause, Swede knew, if he ever found out about it or if 
Laura told him. He'd handle Haynes easily. And this was one hell of a woman! 

As she lay on the couch, wriggling her hips, unable to control herself any 
longer, Swede went to the phone and called several numbers. He knew that the 
weekly "regulars" would enjoy this even if they had to leave the warm 
pussies of the whores. It promised to be too good not to share with his 
friends. Inside ten minutes, the office was filled with five men and three 
of the girls, all looking eager in anticipation of what they knew was going 
to take place. 

Laura was almost out of it. She was unaware of the people watching. The 
strong brandy was blotting out all thoughts except one - to have a big cock 
shoved deep up into her cunt! She wanted it so bad - she hoped it would be 
the largest and longest in the world - one that would penetrate her entire 
being! 

But she wasn't prepared for what happened next. 

Swede leaned over the couch and rolled her onto her stomach, taking her 
ankles and spreading her long legs wide apart. Then he spread her ass-cheeks 
with- his hands. The crowd gasped as they caught a glimpse of the tight, 
virginal anus nestled in the crevice. Swede's head bobbed down to kiss the 
white mounds of flesh, his tongue running into the shallow valley of flesh 
to brush her anus. 

"Come on, motel lady, spread 'em wide!" Swede commanded. 

Her legs opened wide until each foot hung over the side of the couch. 
Swede's fingers probed at the tiny puckered opening and she jumped quickly, 
arching her back at the sudden pain. 

"No!" The word leaped involuntarily from her lips. "No ... not there ... 
please ..." But she felt depleted of the strength or the will to fight 
against it, and the effects of the brandy were taking over her sensual 
thoughts. Within a moment, her sexual needs overcame any fears she had about 
Swede shoving his huge cock up her anal channel. As he thrust his extended 
middle finger into her up to the first knuckle, a flicker of surprised 
pain-pleasure flashed over her face. 

He moved his finger about in the tight expanding hole, moving it in and out, 
expanding the small orifice more and more. Laura wriggled her hips back 
against it, her fingers digging into the couch. He dug another finger inside 
her, and this time, the pain was sharp and widespread. 

The gathered audience watched in fascination as they heard her moan and 
watched her moving her hips even further back, trying to get even more of 
him inside her anus. 

Most of them knew her as a stuck-up, disdainful snob who looked down her 
nose at them - especially the three prostitutes - and their expressions 
indicated that they were glad to see the little bitch getting her just 
desserts. 

Swede pulled his fingers from her rectum. They seemed to come out 
reluctantly, the pink, clasping skin clinging to them until they pulled out 
with a wet, sucking noise. 

"On your hands and knees, lady!" Swede said gruffly. 

Laura struggled to her hands and knees, presenting the rounded white orbs in 
abject subjugation to the now completely aroused Swede. He kneeled directly 
behind her, his large cock standing straight out with the spongy head 
resting in her wide-split crevice. He pushed forward slowly, watching 
glassy-eyed as his throbbing instrument probed and pushed insistently 
against her anus. His muscles tensed tightly as the tight elastic ring gave 
way and the bloated head of his pulsing cock popped inside her anus. 

Her screams were muffled in the cushion that her face dug into as if to hide 
her shame. The searing pain in her rectum continued to intensify as Swede 
pushed relentlessly into her until the massive length of his lust-swollen 
cock was fully buried in her burning anus. She felt she was being impaled on 
a red-hot spike as his pelvis smacked against the white mounds of her 
quivering ass-cheeks. 

Everyone's eyes were glued to the obscene spectacle and the room echoed with 
the sounds of heavy breathing. Most of the men had their erect penises out 
of their pants and were stroking them gently. Two of the three girls dropped 
to their knees and began to suck the hard cock of the man they were with, 
positioning themselves so they could still see Swede's obscene performance. 

His rock-hard cock rammed mercilessly into Laura's tightly puckered anus, 
and he pumped in and out, increasing the speed of his attack with every 
plunge, his vicious staff disappearing all the way up inside her gyrating 
anus with each cruel stroke. It seemed to be touching every tiny space 
inside her anal channel, searing, shocking - yet thrilling Laura. She was no 
longer resisting. The brandy had taken full effect, and she tried her best 
to take even more of his plunging cock up into her rectum as she bucked and 
thrashed to compliment his lunging strokes. There was nothing but the lewd, 
crazy desire that ran through her body, consuming her completely. The pole 
that fitted snugly into her anus was creating a frantic lust that spread 
throughout her whole body, demanding more! 

Laura tried to peer over her shoulder and see Swede's face, wanting him to 
stop but needing him to go on and on. His face was contorted with evil lust 
for her. 

He watched closely, gasping for breath as his cock disappeared rapidly up 
inside her anus, seeming to go all the way up into her belly. It felt good, 
all those tight, unused muscles clamping on his cock, touching the invading 
shaft on all its sensitive skin area ... it was the best fucking he'd ever 
had, Swede thought. 

The others watched avidly as Swede seemed to build to his climax. Laura's 
head threshed from side to side, her blonde hair bouncing crazily about her 
face. She wanted it to go on all night. It was the most delicious pain she 
had ever known. It hurt horribly ... but she wanted it to. hurt because it 
felt so good at the same time. It was as if she were punishing herself for 
her guilt at the utter enjoyment she felt from the perverted act. It was 
mixed up and crazy, but it was wonderful. 

"Beg me to fuck your ass until you cum!" Swede ground out, "Let me hear you 
beg me for it!" 

She opened her mouth to comply, but he drove his cock so viciously up into 
her that the words turned into a groan. 

"Come on - beg!" he ordered. "Oh, God .. .it's so good!" Laura moaned. 
"Don't stop .. . fuck my ass all night. .. fuck me .. . fuck me!" 

"Please ..." Swede rasped. "Please, please fuck my ass ... please!" Laura 
was stunned to realize that she meant the words! She was begging him to 
deliver more of the sweet pain that wracked her body. 

This time, she needed no urging. She babbled wildly, "Fuck it good and hard, 
Swede . . . harder up my ass .. . please, Swede ... give me all you've 
got... hard!" All the barriers burst inside her. She raved like a madwoman, 
"Please fuck me ... for God's sake .. . harder .. . harder ....!" 

Her use of the unfamiliar words seemed to drive him to a frenzy, and he 
plunged deep up into her recklessly with a renewed lust, rolling his head 
about as he felt the hot, buttery walls of her rectum surrendering to his 
ramming assault. He reached the outer limits of his sex-crazed mind, and he 
felt his molten cum rise from his tensed balls, searing his inner shaft with 
pleasure as it streamed out into her anus in spasmodic spurts, giving 
unbelievable pleasure to every nerve ending in his huge body! 

"Oh, God!" Swede cried, "Aaaaggghh! I'm cummmiiinnngg!" 

Laura was aware of nothing but the monstrous shaft of flesh that was 
splitting her body, breaking her in two with the most exciting pleasure 
she'd ever known. Every stroke, every drop of his hot cum that shot into her 
seemed like a soothing, warm breeze sweeping over her tortured body on an 
icy cold day! 

"Make it hurt... more, more ..." she begged. She concentrated with all her 
might, slamming her buttocks hard against his lunging cock. She began to 
grunt and make unintelligible sounds such as animals make as she felt her 
own orgasm reaching her clitoris. All she could think of was how marvelous 
it was that she could cum even without Swede's cock inside her cunt! Swede 
was discovering powers that he never knew he had. His cock was staying stiff 
even though he had drained every drop of semen into her in a gigantic 
orgasm! But this way of fucking her was something else. She was pushing and 
pulling her buttocks against him, trying to get even more of his cock up 
inside her! She was wild about it... Laura Haynes ... the prim little 
housewife who acted as if she didn't know shit about sex! Sweat poured off 
his brow as he renewed his deep-driving motions. 

"Man," he thought, "I'll bet that dumb fucker Bob never had her like this!" 
There was something doubly exciting in knowing that he must be the first to 
invade her virginal white ass. He had been lucky to be there just at the 
right moment and to find her in a highly emotional state, since the booze 
had gotten to her quickly and effectively. 

He knew, as he plunged his now slippery lust-swollen cock into her deeply, 
that he wouldn't be able to prolong his orgasm this time. She was too good 
with those movements. Laura wondered how it could feel so good doing it that 
way ... how it could arouse her even more than having a cock shoved up her 
cunt. But it did. It was sexier, wilder, more complete. Only seconds 
remained, she knew, before it would be all over, and she wished desperately 
that it could go on forever. She found herself grinning ecstatically, 
wallowing in the sexuality of it. She reached behind her and spread the 
cheeks of her buttocks even wider, inviting Swede to drive even deeper into 
her aching bottom. She tried to hold back her orgasm, but it was beyond her 
power now. She felt wave after wave of wonderful sensations rushing over her 
body. She felt as if she were skydiving, floating through the clouds, far 
above normal human pleasures, and as it culminated in one final, roaring, 
soul-shaking peak of joy, she screamed, "Aaaaaeeeooohhh ..." 

As he felt her wildly spasming orgasm set in, Swede redoubled his 
jackhammering motions, and his massive cock burned with the hot flow of his 
own sperm when it flowed out like a jet stream as if long overdue on its 
lewd journey, spewing into Laura's tight, brown passage, splashing and 
seeping back onto his large, plugging cock. 

He rose up for a final plunge, moaning loudly, "Oooohhh yeeeaaahhh . . . 
oooohhh, God ... ooooohhh ..." Then he collapsed in a limp heap on Laura's 
back, driving her down into the yielding mattress of the studio couch. She 
was exhausted, but she was still unsatisfied. She wanted to feel his cock up 
inside her vagina ... and soon, or she would be climbing the walls! 

"Again, Swede . . . please fuck me again . . . the other way . . . please 
... please ... "She begged piteously, trying to roll his body off her back 
so she could roll over to receive his cock in her pussy. 

Swede rolled over and looked at this sex machine he'd discovered. She was 
really something else. And he was glad he fed her that good brandy. It had 
really loosened this little bitch's desires. He propped himself on his 
elbow, looking around the room. There was fucking taking place all about 
them, some of it involving two men and a woman, and in the weirdest 
positions imaginable. The group had been inspired to even greater heights 
than usual, and every person there was engaged in sex... all going at it 
like maniacs. 

Swede knew he wouldn't be ready for a while. He caught the eye of one of his 
pals and called, "Hey, Jukes ... here's a live one for you! This little 
fuck-machine still wants more, only this time, she wants it up her cunt!" He 
beckoned with his hand. "Come on, give her a good fucking." 

Jukes promptly pulled his cock out of the little redhead he was fucking and 
disengaged her legs from around his back. He'd hoped for a long while that 
he'd be able to get it into that snippy wife of the manager. Her and her 
high-falutin' ways! He'd seen her several times, although her dumb husband 
managed to keep her out of the nightclub most of the time. But he'd never 
gotten the good look at her that he'd had tonight, and he decided she had 
about the sexiest body he'd ever seen ... a hell of a lot better than these 
whores he'd been patronizing a couple of times a week. 

He left the redhead pouting and walked over by the couch. He had second 
thoughts and called over to her, "Hey, Sue, maybe you want to get in on 
this, too?" 

The redhead grinned wickedly and got up, her breasts bouncing wildly as she 
walked. Swede scrambled up to make room for them, and with a mocking smile, 
he waved a hand at Laura as if donating her body to them now that he'd 
finished with her. He needed a drink and a cigarette, Laura lay in a daze on 
the couch. Why didn't somebody help her... rid her body of this aching need 
to be ravished again and again. Her hand stole down to her moist cunt lips 
and her fingers stole in, gently massaging her clitoris. 

Jukes almost drooled at the sight of her fingers rubbing her red, itching 
clitoris. He sat down on one side of her and Sue sat on the other, both 
watching her fingering herself, her eyes closed as she fantasized that Swede 
was shoving his wonderful hard cock up into her pussy. 

Jukes leaned over and squeezed her breast, nipping at the hard nipple with 
his finger and thumb, then taking a handful of the soft flesh and kneading 
it hungrily. The words slipped out without him realizing it. "God, what a 
body ..." he groaned in anticipation, his cock beginning to bob and pulsate. 

Laura opened her eyes and saw him through an alcoholic haze. His big, homely 
face seemed almost benevolent to her, but she didn't really care what he 
looked like so long as he had a cock. 

"Help me ... " she moaned. "Please ... help me!" 

"You bet your ass I will!" Jukes said eagerly. He got on his knees on the 
couch, his weight tilting the mattress to his side. Then he spread Laura's 
legs wide, staring down at her wide-open, glistening pussy hungrily. He held 
his hard sinewy cock in his hand then guided the purple bulbous tip to the 
slippery entrance of her waiting cunt. 

"Yesssss..." Laura hissed, squirming in anticipation, "fuck me . . . fuck me 
quickly ..." Her head rolled from side to side as she tried to move her cunt 
closer to his waving cock. 

Jukes was panting now. This was the prettiest sight he'd ever seen... lying 
there with her pussy opened wide, begging him to shove it into her! He 
couldn't wait any longer. His stiff rod slid inside the small vaginal lips, 
stretching them wide as it penetrated deep. Laura groaned with pleasure as 
she felt the iron-hard rod entering her, rubbing against her clitoris, 
touching the resilient walls of her inner cunt. She worked her hips up 
desperately to meet him... to take every bit of his pulsing cock deep up 
inside her aching pussy. She needed to feel it ramming into every recess of 
her. The hair-lined lips closed hungrily around his massive cock as it slid 
deep up into her wet, burning cavern. 

"Oh ... oh, do it.... fuck me ... " she moaned as her insatiably greedy 
pussy enclosed his throbbing cock with a demanding, sucking motion, her 
hands clutching at his hips with insatiable desire. 

Jukes was grinning with lust as he watched her maneuver her hips to take 
every bit of his invading cock up into her cunt. Man! he thought, I've never 
had a piece of tail like this! Laura was building toward a climax rapidly, 
and she dug her nails into his flesh, crying desperately, "Yessss . . . 
that's it... yess ... keep it up ... fuck me ... " 

She was whipping herself into a sexual frenzy now, every muscle and nerve in 
her body straining toward the incredibly wonderful cock that was pinning her 
to the couch, driving into the depths of her welcoming cunt! It demanded her 
full attention... her complete surrender, and her legs slid up and locked 
around Jukes's hips, digging her heels into his buttocks, spurring him on as 
if he were a stud horse. Her fingernails left white fines on his flesh as 
she raked them maddeningly over his trembling skin. Her heels beat a steady 
rhythm against his buttocks as she encouraged him to drive his pile-driving 
cock even deeper up into her steaming pussy. She had pushed her slit even 
higher, allowing him to thrust his hard rod in to the very balls, and 
Jukes's dazed expression told better than words the utter ecstasy he was 
experiencing. 

"Don't stop... fuck me... fuck me ..." Laura ground out in anguish. 

The unbearably tensed walls of her pussy could hardly stand the friction of 
Jukes's fucking as he drove it in over and over, his motions becoming more 
rapid and more violent. His fingers dug into the soft, white flesh of her 
buttocks, and he ground his fingernails savagely into the flesh of her 
ass-cheeks until she could feel the biting sting of the flesh being torn! 
This was the center of her being ... the whole point to living... Laura 
thought in her drunken frenzy. Fucking was all that really mattered ... 
feeling a stiff, hot cock in your eunt... bathing in all the sensations it 
gave as it rubbed against the pinpoint of her existence ... her clitoris. 
Why hadn't she known this before. Just fuck ... all the time ... fuck all 
the cares and worries and hurt of the world completely away. 

She felt sublimely, childishly happy as she felt his thick pole massaging 
her clitoris, banging against the deep well of flesh, sending electrifying 
shocks of pleasure throughout her entire body. Her brain was whirling with 
the ecstasy of it all. And it was so simple .. . the answer she'd stumbled 
on. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It didn't matter how, front or back or in the mouth 
... it was the fucking that counted ... that washed away everything else in 
a flood of joy! 

She didn't know it, but her face had become a lewd, cheap imitation of what 
it had been before. Her eyes were glazed, her nostrils flaring with passion, 
her lips set in a grimace of perverted, all-consuming lust. She was mumbling 
incoherently, making little whimpering sounds like a bitch in heat as the 
wonderful cock of a stranger drove wonderful waves of pleasure into her 
aching but eager pussy. She was fucking him as hard as he was fucking her, 
thrusting her hips up savagely to meet and engulf his throbbing cock. She 
wanted him to cum deep up inside her... to cum and cum and cum ... so she 
could feel her cunt fill with his boiling semen ... feel the sticky wetness 
splash against the walls and seep into every tiny niche of her inner cunt. 
She wanted to overflow with his flooding cum. 

Sue sat perched on the side of the couch, watching with wide, lust-filled 
eyes as Jukes drove his large cock into the blonde bitch's cunt, time after 
time. The sight was driving her crazy with desire. She had never seen a 
female act the way Laura Haynes was acting. She was like a wild animal that 
was in heat for the first time, getting her first fuck! Sue knew that Jukes 
was good, but she'd never found him to be that good! He'd never brought all 
that sexiness pouring from her body! All she knew was that she had to get 
into the action, somehow. She reached out both hands, grabbing Laura's 
wildly heaving, breasts, twisting the erect nipples around with her fingers 
then kneading the beautifully proportioned globes of flesh with the palms of 
her hands and her fingers. 

Laura became aware that it couldn't be her lover's hands that were bringing 
fresh new sensations to her body. His hands still grasped her buttocks, his 
fingernails digging into her flesh with every savage thrust of his hard rod. 

She looked over, wild-eyed, and saw that it was a girl... whose face was 
vaguely familiar. It came to her slowly that this was one of the girls who 
worked at the motel... one of the prostitutes! She was shoving her hands 
into the narrow space between her body and her lover's, her eyes lit with 
unholy lust, massaging Laura's breasts expertly, touching all the sensitive 
erogenous areas. 

Laura's mind flashed back to Connie, remembering the way she had aroused 
her, but she quickly put her out of her mind as this woman continued to send 
delicious shocks of delight running down from the points of her hard nipples 
to zoom straight down to Laura's frantic belly and into her besieged pussy, 
causing new spurts of hot fluid to be exuded from the depths of her vagina. 

Jukes's cock was saturated with the smooth, sticky juices of Laura's cunt, 
and he knew that he had to cum in a second or two or his balls would 
explode! 

He increased his pace, stemming his cock in deep, and moans burst from his 
lips as he raised up and watched his turgid cock burying itself again and 
again in that red, warm, wet cunt. "Oh, baby ... fuck me! Fuck me, too! Let 
me fuck that pussy until you go wild ... fuck me, baby ..." He broke into a 
wild series of spasmodic, uncontrolled thrusts as the semen came pouring 
from his cock and shot into the cavern of happiness. "Ooooohhh ... Aaaaaa 
hhh . . . baby . .. baby love ... Ooooohhh, yessss..." 

He was bouncing on her body in a wild, bronc-bucking motion, moaning 
incomprehensible words, his cock pumping in a desperate last attempt to 
enjoy the very last second of his cum. Laura was matching him as her 
clitoris came alive with delightful gratification. At the same time Sue had 
relinquished her breasts and her head came to Laura's chest, taking one of 
her breasts between her lips, the redhead sucked the nipple into her mouth, 
nibbling gently at the throbbing nub. Laura was overcome by the powerful 
sensations that took over her body and mind. She fucked Jukes back like a 
wild banshee. Sue's mouth left her breast and was replaced by her fingers 
digging into the soft flesh. She moved closer and covered Laura's gasping 
mouth with her own, sticking her tongue in deep, flicking it about, sucking 
madly at Laura's willing tongue. Her fingers manipulated the nipples of her 
breasts, and as Jukes gave a final lunge that buried his plunging cock to 
the hilt up inside her cunt and let out a frantic wail of anguished delight 
as his spasming cock pumped spurt after spurt of his hot cum up into her 
belly, Laura felt totally free ... released from all worry or pain, her body 
only able to feel wild, sensual delight. There was nothing in the world to 
equal the pleasures of a hard cock inside her, a wet, demanding mouth on 
hers, fingers playing rhapsodic music on her breasts... it was perfect, 
unmatchable bliss! 

She continued to moan and make strange, gutteral sounds as Jukes finally 
climbed off her trembling, writhing form, and Sue released her hold on her 
breasts and reluctantly withdrew her tongue from deep in Laura's mouth. 

Laura seemed hypnotized. She neither saw nor heard anything. She could 
merely feel her body writhing with such intense joy that only moans and 
gurgles came from her open mouth. 

Across the room, another man had broken off his own fucking to stare in 
open-mouthed awe at the fantastic sex scene that had just taken place. It 
was unbelievable! He pulled his hard cock out of the girl he'd been fucking 
and walked over, massaging his pulsing cock lovingly, preparing himself to 
get into the hot blonde that lay on the bed, muttering obscenities, smiling 
crazily at nothing. 

Jukes walked away, taking Sue with him. He looked back and watched as Phil 
climbed on the couch, cock in hand, staring hungrily down at the open cunt 
that Jukes had just ravished. 

Man, he thought excitedly, did Swede ever stumble onto something. Everybody 
will want to get into the act! 

Chapter Eight 

When Laura awoke with the sun streaming across her bed, cheerily prying at 
her eyes, she couldn't orient herself at first. It took a full minute of 
shaking her head and rubbing her eyes before she realized she was in her own 
bed, in her own apartment. Her first sensation was one of panic as the 
memory of the night before closed in on her befuddled brain. She remembered 
vaguely that at least a thousand cocks had been stuffed in and out of her 
ravaged, stretched, aching vagina. There was a burning sensation in her 
whole lower body, and she ran her hand gingerly over her burning loins. Her 
entire pubic mound was sore to the slightest touch, reminding her of the 
savagery of the men who had raped her repeatedly, and forced her into sex 
acts that now, in the bright light of day, made her face redden in shame. 

She lay there, letting her eyes rove the familiar room, hoping to wash away 
the bitter scenes that now haunted her. She sat up painfully, feeling giant 
stabs of pain in her loins, her breasts and buttocks, as if someone had 
shoved a bunch of hot needles inside her ... hundreds of them searing her 
tender woman-parts. She groaned and lay back, trying to gain some relief by 
not moving. She hadn't the faintest idea how she had made it back to her 
place, nor the time. She thought she recalled vaguely wandering about the 
motel grounds, naked, crying for help, but she wasn't positive. It could 
have been some other woman - one of the whores, perhaps - or she had dreamed 
the whole thing. 

But she hadn't dreamed the horrible parts. They were all too sickeningly 
real, and her myriad pains reminded her of the truth of the night before. 

Her head was pounding and her mouth was dry and tasted rotten. She had to 
get something to quench her terrible thirst, and she crawled painfully to 
the kitchen and got a glass of water from the faucet, gulping it down 
noisily. God, but it tasted good! 

She had another half-glass, then stood looking around with a dumbstruck 
gaze. Bob hadn't been home all night again! While she'd been put through the 
fires of hell, raped, violated, humiliated and tortured, he hadn't even 
cared enough to even call, or come home at a half-decent hour, so that he 
might have spared her all of this pain and shame! She stumbled back to the 
bed, thinking that it didn't matter now. He'd probably been with some cheap 
whore, or else playing cards with his hoodlum buddies. 

She had felt something die inside her many weeks ago, and now she felt as if 
she were attending the funeral of her once vibrant love for Bob Haynes. \ 

She lay down, staring at the ceiling, trying to put the pieces together. She 
couldn't go on. She had to do something, no matter how drastic, to escape 
from this living fear-filled hell! Things could only get worse, both at the 
motel-whorehouse, and in her marriage. It had to end tragically, and Laura 
had already had too much personal tragedy for one lone woman. Bob was in his 
element, she felt, surrounded by hoods, cheap prostitutes and plentiful 
booze. He would never change, and she couldn't descend into his gutter 
world. Yet... he had once been the only man in the world for her. What had 
happened? She could barely remember how Bob had been when they were 
married... it had been so long since he'd shown her any affection, or even 
courteous kindness. 

How different he'd been in the beginning ... so different... 

Bob had made up his mind at about age twelve that he was going to escape 
from the drudgery of small-town life. His father and grandfather had tried 
to make a living by doggedly farming the stony soil, but there was never 
enough, so they filled in as members of the county road-repair gang, or 
running snowplows in the winter months, building houses for other people as 
bad off as they were, sometimes not getting paid at all in cash, but in farm 
produce. 

Bob's father was always preaching about getting an education, but Bob 
couldn't see it that way ... going to school until you were a grown man, to 
get a piece of paper saying you were educated. The way to get things done 
was to go out and do them ... show the world you had guts ... and make it 
stick. 

Tony Rizzo's old man ran a "Fix-it" shop in town. He would mend shoes, wash 
windows, fix busted furniture - anything to make a half-dollar, and Tony had 
decided even before Bob had, that he wanted out. Tony's old man had a 
beat-up truck that only ran once in awhile, but Tony and Bob had worked on 
it, learning by trial and error, and had made it run well enough to get jobs 
on weekends, hauling farm produce to the city for local farmers, or picking 
up a load of junk and newspapers and taking them to town to sell them. By 
the time they finished high school, they had salted away enough cash to make 
a down payment on a decent truck, and they went into the trucking business 
in earnest. They worked long hours, because they had a dream. They would one 
day own a whole fleet of semis, and the Rizzo-Haynes company would be known 
nationwide! 

Inside a year, they were making overnight hauls to Newark and Hoboken, often 
staying overnight with Tony's older brother in Newark. They were treated 
like men and they felt like men, and when Bob started going around with 
Laura, he felt that he was man enough to marry. They had three good trucks 
by then, and Tony's other b -other was driving the third one. He was making 
enough to take on the responsibiUties of marriage, and he was in love with 
Laura - crazy in love with the goddess-like blonde. It had taken a lot of 
talking and proving for her parents to agree to let her marry him. She was 
not quite eighteen, but when they saw how much in love they were, they 
relented, then quickly went all-out to help make a happy life. 

A week before they died, they had willed the small motel to both Bob and 
Laura. They were killed in an auto mishap while riding with friends. Laura 
was heartbroken, but she had moved in like a trooper, taking hold of the 
running of the motel, and when he could, Bob helped. But inside six months, 
he knew that he couldn't continue to hold down two jobs. Besides, Laura 
complained that he was away on trips too much, and Tony was griping that he 
wanted only the short hauls, leaving the longer overnight trips to the Rizzo 
brothers. 

Tony had finally offered to buy him out, and to please Laura, he had agreed. 
The motel had never been much, and it got no better, while Tony Rizzo had 
merged with another small trucking company in the state capital, and the 
last Bob had heard, was on his way to becoming a millionaire before he was 
thirty! 

He blasted himself for being stupid enough to think he could make a goldmine 
of a rickety, old-fashioned motel, but he was stuck. He'd contacted Tony, 
trying to buy back in, but had been turned down cold. He didn't blame Tony 
... but he began to constantly blame their poor fortune on Laura. 

Then the gambling fever had struck, and he had taken out a first, then a 
second mortgage on the place. And, he thought bitterly, if the syndicate 
hadn't come along and made a real going operation of it, he'd still be 
grubbing around for part-time jobs in town. He still blamed her for what 
she'd made of him - a small-town hick - or tried to. But she didn't even 
matter much anymore. He was having a ball, moving like a big shot among his 
old friends, his pockets well stuffed with money, and all he had to do was 
to put his name on a few papers that said he owned the operation! Life was 
getting to be the fun he'd always hoped it would be - not thanks to his 
cold-assed wife! 

Laura snapped from her reverie about their early married days. It was too 
late to be trying to change the past. That was dead - as dead and buried as 
her poor mother and dad. They'd have cried if they ever saw what Bob had let 
their hard-earned business become. It was the present that had to be 
changed. She had to make a move to change it, for Bob would never give up 
the soft life he was leading, and her pleas and protestations had meant 
nothing to him for a long time now. 

She spent a long time in the shower, loving the soothing effect of the water 
flowing over her sore body. Then she felt as if she had washed off at least 
some of the filth of the night before. Standing naked before her mirror, 
brushing her blonde hair, putting some light makeup on, she felt lucky to be 
alive. She shuddered as she thought of the horrible things that might have 
happened to her if she'd been able to refuse or resist. She had little 
doubts about what kind of men Swede Swanson or Joe Wilkins were. And the 
other animals ... they would have killed her if she'd put up a fight. 

She put on a bright summery dress, and was finally satisfied that she looked 
like a normal woman again, and not like one of the cheap sluts who did 
business in the motel rooms each night. 

She gritted her teeth, heaved a sigh of resignation, and sat down and dialed 
a number on the phone. She had memorized it weeks before, but had never had 
the courage to call it. The phone at the other end of the line rang several 
times before she heard a voice say, "County SherrifFs Department." 

Her carefully prepared words froze on her tongue. She was still afraid that 
her plan would backfire. 

"Uh, yes... can I speak to the Sheriff himself?" Her voice trembled at the 
enormity of what she was about to do. 

"Sorry, lady," the voice came back, he's out of town for a couple of days. 
But I'm sure someone else here can help. Now, I'll let you talk to one of 
the Deputy Sheriffs ..." 

"No!" She broke in quickly. "I have to speak to the highest person there. 
Who's in charge?" 

"Well..." the officer said gruffly, "Sergeant Sauers is technically in 
charge when the Sheriff is away, but..." 

"Please, I have to talk to him!" Laura's voice was panicstricken, and it 
impressed the officer with its urgency. 

"Just a minute, lady ..." she could hear him talking to someone, while he 
held his hand over the mouthpiece, but in another minute, a different, 
deeper voice came on the line. "This is Sergeant Sauers ..." he waited for 
her to pick up the conversation. 

*Thank God," Laura said gratefully, feeling relieved. "Sergeant, this is 
Laura Haynes, out at the Rainbow's End Motel... I... have to have some 
help." 

Before she could stop herself, the words bubbled forth, spilling out the 
whole sordid story beginning with Bob's having taken the second mortgage on 
the place. She ended up gasping out the painful details of the night before, 
and at the end, she felt exhausted. The retelling was almost as humiliating 
as the actual events had been for her. 

"All right, Mrs. Haynes. You sit tight. I'll be there inside twenty minutes. 
Lock your door and don't open it to anyone but me. Understand?" 

"Y ... yes," Laura gulped, fright forming in her mind at what she might have 
done in summoning the law. "... and thank you." The phone clicked then 
buzzed at the other end, and she sat there staring at the instrument after 
she had cradled it. All she had to do now was wait, and she would be freed 
from this hellish nightmare that her life had become. It was a high price to 
pay, she knew ... her marriage, the motel - but she recalled quickly that 
they had already lost that... her husband .. . everything she had loved so 
and worked so hard to make a success. It would all be gone. But she had no 
choice. 

She began to tremble violently, and she went into her bedroom and got a 
small bottle of nerve-quieting pills her doctor had prescribed for her 
several months ago. Although the prescription called for no more than one 
capsule a day, Laura felt she needed two to stand up to the coming ordeal, 
and she swallowed them hastily. She walked back into the living room and sat 
down to wait for the officer from the Sheriffs office. The two powerful 
pills went to work immediately on Laura's empty system, rushing relaxation 
through her bloodstream to her brain in a matter of minutes. She was still 
aware of her surroundings, but she couldn't seem to summon her body to obey 
her commands. She tried to get up out of her chair to fix herself a cup of 
coffee, but it was too much of an effort and she slumped back. She tried to 
keep control of her senses, knowing she would have to be alert when the 
policeman arrived, but it was an impossible task. 

She felt herself slipping deeper and deeper into a totally relaxed state. 
Suddenly, everything seemed so simple to her. The problems that had beset 
her for all these months faded into oblivion. They really weren't 
insurmountable at all. And soon, she consoled herself, she would be entirely 
free of all of them, big or small. Free! The thought made her smile vacantly 
and she managed to stand up and began to dance craziry about the room! 

When she heard the knock at the door, she raced to it, staggering slightly, 
and fumbled with the lock and finally opened the door to let Sergeant Sauers 
in. 

It took several seconds for her eyes to focus, then her mind to accept the 
fact that the man standing behind the police officer was Swede Swanson! He 
wasn't being herded in, as if he were already under arrest! He was standing 
behind Sauers, a sneer curling his mouth! What was happening? Her mind began 
to reel. Before she could make any sense of it, both men stepped quickly 
inside, grasping her and pulling her back inside with them. Swede locked the 
door. 

"My, my, motel lady," he sneered, "what a big mouth you navel Called the 
fuzz, huh? Local girl makes good!" His face was an ugly mask and his eyes 
shone with contempt. 

"You ought to know that you don't operate a joint like this without a little 
juice dripping into the hands of the cops!" Swede shook his head in mock 
disgust. "The sergeant, here, and some others, have known about this place 
since we were only planning to open it! Ain't that so, Sarge?" 

"Yeah, that's true," Sauers said coldly, eyeing her suspiciously. "In fact, 
Swede has been telling me some very interesting things about the way you 
like to carry on, Mrs. Haynes. I guess I should have been here last night, 
huh?" 

The world was coming apart around Laura. This was funny! There was no one 
who was safe to trust left in the whole crazy world! She began to laugh 
hysterically, covering her mouth awkwardly. She couldn't control the urge to 
giggle and laugh, and she roared with laughter until she was gasping for 
breath. She slumped into a chair, gasping with laughter, but Swede walked 
quickly over and grabbed her by her blonde hair, forcing her to stand up. 
Then he slapped her hard across the face. 

Her laughter died in her tliroat as fear choked her. His eyes held a deadly 
look, but still, the urge to laugh in his face - in the face of the whole 
stinking world - took hold, and she began to laugh again, bitterly. 

"This dame is on some kind of junk!" Swede turned and said to Sergeant 
Sauers. "She's higher than a kite!" 

"You on drugs?" Sauers asked sharply. 

"Hell, anybody can see that. Probably downers - tranquilizers. A lot of 
dames swallow 'em by the handfuls. I've seen dozens of 'em like this 
before!" 

Sauer's face turned sadistic and his mouth curled into a nasty, manacing 
grin. 

"Yeah, well... I might have a few tricks that will bring her back up!" Swede 
turned to him and grinned evilly. "I'll be over in my office, Sarge. Call me 
if you need me for any help!" Swede unlocked the door and left, and Laura 
looked blankly at the tall, rawboned officer. Her mind wasn't comprehending 
any of this, but she sensed instinctively that she was in trouble again - 
and this time, with the law! 

The door opened and Swede stuck his head in. "If that dumb-ass husband of 
hers shows up, I'll keep him busy, Sarge. Take your time. Give him a bottle 
and a broad and he's gone for a couple of days!" He flashed his ugly smile 
and closed the door behind him. Sauers walked to the door and locked it. He 
walked toward Laura, purring, "Wc don't want anything or anyone disturbing 
us, do we?" Laura shrank back against the wall, her eyes wide with pure 
terror. 

Her heart was pounding wildly as she looked up at his mean face. He walked 
close and stared lewdly at her breasts, then her loins and legs. His eyes 
were flat as a snake's, without any sign of emotion. He looked more deadly 
to her than any of the others had. 

The others hadn't shown hate in their faces like he now displayed. And he 
was supposed to be "the law"! What kind of fool had she been this time? Why 
hadn't she just run, disappearing from the face of the earth? As her terror 
rose to overwhelming heights, she slid down the wall, crouching in abject 
fear on the floor. 

He was smiling a cold, deadly smile, and she realized that she was once 
again trapped ... helpless to stop him from whatever he intended to do. In 
her despair, she mentally called out, "Oh, Bob ... oh, Bob ... help me." But 
she knew she would get no help from her worthless, weak husband. Even if he 
were to walk in, he wouldn't have the guts anymore to fight for her... or 
for anything. Sauers' eyes were like little coals of fire as his tall, rangy 
body neared her. He stood close to her, glaring down at her, and she could 
smell the sickening odor of whiskey and stale food on his breath. He smelled 
sweaty, too, and she tried to shrink further away from him. Sauers' hands 
went to his wide belt at his waist. He slowly unbuckled it and removed it 
from its belt loops, his eyes growing more evil with each deliberate 
movement. He let his gun and handcuffs fall to the floor. 

Laura looked about her like a trapped animal, fear dulling her wits and 
covering her face with a grotesque mask. She knew there weren't any miracles 
anymore ... and that was what it would take to free her from this maniacal 
man who masqueraded behind a badge and uniform! Sauers raised his arm slowly 
above his head, the belt slowly trailing in the air. Then he snapped it with 
a loud crack, letting it land sharply on her shoulder! It bit smartly into 
her flesh through her dress, and she screamed in pain and terror! Halfway 
through her scream, Sauers cut another slice from her flesh as he cracked 
the leather belt down on her back and arm. 

The sharp pain galvanized her into action, and she stood quickly and tried 
to scramble past her tormentor, whose face was now that of a madman! He 
grabbed her quickly, tearing her dress off with one yank, leaving her 
shuddering in only her panties. She had worn no bra, and her round globes 
tumbled about wildly as she tried to get away from him. 

Sauers stared at her exposed beauty, his eyes opening wider, licking his 
tongue nervously over his dry lips. The welts on her arm and back were 
stinging and beginning to set up a deeper ache under the skin. 

"Please . . . don't whip me ... no more ... please ..." She was begging with 
her whole being, her hands clasped as if in actual prayer to the sadistic 
law officer. 

But Sauers wasn't anywhere near through with her. He had only just begun. 
His voice was raspy with lust as he ordered, "Take off those panties ... and 
quick!" His arm was raised, poised to slash her skin again with his belt. 
She moved too slow, and the belt came smashing down again, this time biting 
into the soft flesh of her thigh. The pain was unbearable, and she struggled 
wildly to get her panties off. She knew if he hit her again, she'd faint. 
She stood before him, shivering with pain and fear, her eyes glazed over. 
But anything was better than being whipped. Let him rape her as he would, 
and get it over with, but she couldn't stand that awful pain the leather 
imparted to her trembling flesh! She tried to compose herself to accept the 
rape. She had survived the others, and she would survive this beast's 
attack, somehow. Her attitude was almost one of defiance, and her jaw was 
set firmly. 

But she sensed that her naked body didn't arouse him as it had the others. 
He lacked that lusting, demanding look in his expression. It was as if he 
were a cattle buyer, coldly appraising a steer. Something was wrong. Her 
deepest instincts were shouting that what he had in mind was much more than 
brutal sex! What did he want from her? What was going on in his mind that 
was masked by his cruel, cold eyes? He stood there without moving for what 
seemed hours to Laura. 

She broke out in a cold sweat, tiny beads of perspiration standing out upon 
her skin. Her legs felt weak, and she feared she was going to collapse in a 
faint, but she was afraid that if she moved even a tiny bit, he would flay 
the flesh from her body with that cruel leather weapon! Huge tears appeared 
in her eyes, pushed out by a flood of others, running down her cheeks. She 
felt faint, and her body shook like an aspen in the wind. She listened to 
her own sobs mingle with Sauers' panting breath. 

She watched in terror as he reached for the billy club that he had also 
dropped to the floor from his belt socket, and slowly walked toward her now 
violently shaking body. His cold eyes were hypnotic . . . transfixing her 
... she couldn't move! 

Chapter Nine 

Lt. Hap Mason of the State Police bolted into the Sheriffs office, his face 
red with anger. He headed straight for the Sheriffs private office, but the 
girl behind the desk called quickly, "He's not here, Lieutenant! He said it 
would be late before he got back. I don't know where he is. He didn't leave 
a number to call or anything." 

Mason stopped, frowning. "Damn him!" he swore vehemently. "Damn him to 
hell!" 

"What's wrong this time, Lt. Mason," the girl asked. 

"I'll tell you what's wrong! I'm fed up with getting evidence to send hoods 
to jail and then having them go free or get a small fine just because they 
have to be tried in this county. And don't tell me that Sheriff Stillwell 
doesn't know what's going on. He's not dumb ... crooked, maybe . . . but not 
dumb!" 

Ruth Purdy looked hurt and angry, and she snapped back defensively, "I've 
worked for Sheriff Stillwell for over four years, Lieutenant, and nothing 
I've ever seen or heard of him doing would lead me to think that he's 
anything but straight and honest!" She bristled as she defended her boss. 

"Yeah? Well, I had a tip on one of Wilkins's boys, and I nailed him in town 
a couple months ago with a whole fistful of numbers slips and football 
pools. I know damned well he doesn't sell many in this country, but he was 
here to meet with somebody for payoffs. And now I find out that the Sheriff 
didn't think there was enough evidence to convict so he agreed to let him 
plead guilty to some stupid lesser charge ... a misdemeanor. And we're going 
to have it out right now!" He was white with frustration and anger. 

"Calm down, Lieutenant," Ruth said gently. "Let me fix a cup of instant 
coffee." 

"Calm down, hell!" he snorted. "I'm sick and tired of fighting these county 
sheriffs and small town constables. My men work their butts off trying to 
keep this state clean, and they get screwed up all the time by small, 
hick-town lawyers, judges and law officers." 

"Listen to me, Lieutenant," Ruth went on calmly. "He even chewed me out for 
writing a personal letter on office paper? If you keep on running around and 
making wild accusations, you're going to have to come up with some solid 
facts to prove it." She was growing more irritated. 

So was Lt. Mason. "Listen!" he exploded, shaking his finger at her, "I hate 
crooked cops. I can live with the out-and-out crooks. They're not 
hypocrites. At least you know who the bad guys are. But crooked cops are 
something else. 

I'd give up my job to get rid of even one." 

"Well," she snapped tartly, "I won't argue with you about Sherriff 
Stillwell. And besides, I'm sure he's out of town for at least today, maybe 
tomorrow, too!" She said it spitefully. 

"Who the hell is in charge here?" Mason asked, surprised that the sheriff 
would take so much time off. 

"Sergeant Sauers." 

"Well, where is he?" 

She shrugged. "I didn't take the call, but he went out somewhere. Maybe the 
desk sergeant knows." 

"What a hell of a way to run a police department," Mason mumbled as he 
headed for the desk at the far side of the large room. 

"Sergeant," he asked gruffly, "do you know where I can find Sauers. I've got 
some important business with this department, and I've got to talk to him." 

"Yeah, Lieutenant," the young man said calmly, "he went out to the Rainbow's 
End Motel... just out of town. Know the place?" 

"Thanks," Mason nodded briskly. He walked out to his car, feeling angrier by 
the moment. Nobody seemed to know or care what the hell was going on in the 
whole damned county! He'd fire their asses if they worked for him! 

He remembered the old motel. It had been a nice place when that old couple 
had run it, but Mason had heard rumors that it had become a roadhouse type 
place ... and that some shady characters had taken over. What the hell could 
be the trouble in the middle of the afternoon that would call for the 
officer in charge to answer a complaint? 

Mason knew Sauers vaguely. He remembered him as a surly, resentful man, and 
he had somehow gotten the idea that Sauers felt he should be sheriff. 
Stillwell had always had the reputation of being "soft" - especially when it 
came to handling local residents. He wondered if-the rumors were true, and 
that some fast deals in narcotics transfers and payoffs were being made at 
the place. 

The closer he got to the motel, the more his inner sixth sense told Lt. 
Mason that something wasn't adding up. Maybe there were other crooked cops 
working for Stillwell and he was sniffing at the wrong rat! 

Laura sat cowering on the floor, her knees brought up to her chest, trying 
to make herself as small a target as possible for that horrifying billy club 
in the hands of the stony-eyed . policeman. He advanced toward her, tapping 
the club in the palm of his left hand; then he suddenly stopped as if 
-stricken by a sudden inspiration. He laid the club down and stripped off 
his uniform then his underwear, even his shoes and socks. Laura looked at 
his lank body with apprehension. He was rawboned, with large hands and bony 
hipbones and his cock was beginning to rise as he picked up the club, 
leering down at her nakedness. Sauers had coal black hair that covered his 
chest and legs running down over his stomach to form a vee at his crotch. 
His arms and legs were as hairy as a gorilla's, and she noticed that he even 
had thick hair matting his back. He looked more like an animal than even the 
hulking one called Jake had appeared to be. 

The very thought of that body close to hers was revolting, and she 
subconsciously tried to draw her knees even closer, to cover her pussy from 
his lusting stare. Her teeth even chattered as he slowly picked up the club 
and advanced toward her. His mouth was open and he sucked in air noisily, 
but his face was that same stony, unfeeling mask, showing no human emotions. 
He was lean, but it was all rock hard muscle, she knew. She had never seen 
anyone quite so repulsive, yet it wasn't his body as much as it was an inner 
evil force that was fighting to break loose. His eyes told her that. 

His penis was hardening quickly now, the red, heart-shaped head of it stuck 
out menacingly as he absently stroked his shaft. He held the stick out, 
measuring it with his eyes, holding it lewdly beside his now hard, extended 
cock. 

"My cock might just not be big enough for a gash that likes all the fuckin' 
you do," Sauers said huskily. "So I got me a little old cunt-filler!" He 
slapped his thigh easily with the wooden club, grinning maliciously at her. 
Ashe saw her try to move away, a-hideous laugh broke from his throat. It was 
the sound of evil... the laugh of a devil gone mad, making her want to 
scream out her agonized pleas. But she feared it might only heighten his 
crazy lust, and he would beat her with the club or his belt, and she managed 
to suppress the sound. It only he would just rape her... get it over with 
... she could stand that. But more of that belt or that club... 

"Oh, God," she prayed silently, "please let it be over soon. Please, God ... 
oh, please!" 

On a hunch, Lt. Hap Mason parked the clearly marked State Police car a 
half-block from the motel entrance. He was wearing civilian clothes, and he 
doubted if anyone at the place would recognize him except Sergeant Sauers. 
It might be a good idea to take a quiet look at just who the big wheels were 
in this joint. Or he might just pick up some sound proof that Stillwell or 
some of his men were on the take. This county needed some hard-nosed young 
officer in charge who had studied his job at a police college or had taken a 
course in police methods and psychology. Things had changed and Stillwell 
hadn't changed with them. He still looked at himself as a small-town sheriff 
- which he had been for years - and the people he dealt with as just "wild 
country hoys... good people at heart." 

Maybe Ruth was right, he reflected as he walked toward the entrance to the 
motel-nightclub complex. Maybe Stillwell was just a soft old man and not a 
crook... but if that were true, his experience told him that that was a good 
spot for some ambitious underling to take a lot of rake-offs and in a way, 
become the power behind the throne. 

There didn't seem to be much action, he thought as he stopped and gazed 
around him. But they sure had changed the place! It had a gaudy air about it 
in the daylight, but it was a big improvement over the way he recalled it. 

He noticed the car with the Sheriffs Department markings parked near the 
entrance to the nightclub. He decided that he'd play it cool, look around 
for a bit, because if there were any illegal activities taking place and 
Sauers spotted him there, they would knock off everything immediately. He 
decided he'd wait a little, have some patience and maybe hit the jackpot. 

Sauers grinned down at Laura sadistically. "Who the hell said you could at 
on the floor like that?" he snarled. "Get that pretty ass up off the floor? 
Move it goddamn you!" 

She managed to stand up, and he delivered a hard, bone-jarring slap to her 
face then followed it with a backhand that almost knocked her down! A low, 
throaty cry of pain came from her, but Sauers grabbed her cruelly, 
smothering her nose and mouth with one huge hand. He hit her on the belly 
and thighs with the club, leaving livid marks on her white flesh, drawing 
low, smothered moans from her. He grabbed her arms and dragged her into the 
bedroom, his ringers digging sadistically into her flesh. He pushed her 
rudely down onto the bed and as he glared at her helpless body, a chill ran 
over him. He was going to teach this sniveling young stool pigeon a lesson 
she'd remember as long as she lived. 

To Sauers all women were cheap sluts, and from what Swanson had told him, 
this one was worse than most. She pretended not to like being fucked when 
all the time she wanted it more than most women - any way at all - in the 
ass, the cunt or down her throat! 

"You cheap whore!" he screamed. "You're all alike! All any of you cunts want 
is a big cock shoved into you! And I'm gonna see that you get enough to last 
a long time!" -In the back of his mind, the image of his own wife flickered, 
driving him to a frenzy of hate. He relived the night he had found her in 
bed with another man ... loving what he was doing to her - he couldn't ever 
wipe that picture from his mind .. .and he saw red every time his path 
crossed that of a woman's, for to Sauers they were all cheap sluts like his 
wife had been. 

He reached down and roughly pulled her legs apart, spreading them so he 
could see the pink slit of her cunt peeking out through the soft, blonde 
hair surrounding it. His long cock increased in size, standing out in a 
swollen, obscene manner as he feasted his eyes on the tender-looking cunt 
that was open to his lustful -gaze. 

"And now, I'm going to get my share of that stinking pussy!" Sauers shouted 
in triumph. He suddenly spat on her, his spittle spraying her stomach and 
pubic hair. He knelt quickly between her thighs, taking his hard, pulsating 
cock-shaft in his hand, and suddenly he fell on top of her, plunging the 
full length of his rampant cock wildly up into her pussy. 

She moaned in pain, mumbling, "Noooo ... please, God ... noooo... " 

But Sauers paid no attention. He began to immediately fuck her, using deep, 
brutal thrusts to ram his hard penis into the soft, yielding flesh of her 
pussy. She twisted in agony as her aching, burning cunt seemed to be afire. 
He reached out and shoved his strong hands under her thighs, lifting her up 
with each plunge of his penis. She felt as if he were bending her double and 
that her back must snap under the assault. He raised her legs even higher 
and placed her heels over his shoulders, reaching for her buttocks with both 
hands, pulling her onto his pistoning cock harshly. His breathing was hoarse 
and his cold eyes were narrowed and hazy from lust. His driving loins 
smacked hard against her upper thighs and her buttocks, pushing torturous 
pressure on her lungs, making it difficult for her to breathe. She was 
gasping for breath, wondering how much more her body could absorb. She felt 
as if she had lived with pam for most of her fife, but she would never grow 
accustomed to it. 

Sauers snarled at her, "Get with it, you cheap cunt! You know I love it!" 
His hands clung to her buttocks and his nails bit into her flesh. But the 
pain was so deep and intense inside her pussy that Laura hardly noticed this 
added torment. 

"You better fuck me back, cunt! I'm as good as any of the other bums you 
fuck. Now... " he poised above her and drove a sledghammer stroke of his 
penis into the depths of her pussy, snarling, " .. .Fuck me back!" The 
harshness of his motion seemed to jar every organ in her body. She was too 
tired and hurt to respond as he wanted even if it would stop the torture by 
Sauers cumming in her. 

"Please . . . " Laura begged. "You're wrong... please ..." 

It seemed to only spur him on to a more cruel attack on her sore, throbbing 
pussy. He couldn't hold back his cum, and his body launched into a series of 
spasms that were uncontrollable. He wanted to destroy her, to make this 
bitch pay for what his- wife had done. She was no good .... trash... just 
like all the rest of them. He abandoned himself to his passions, and his hot 
sperm spewed again and again up into her cunt. He grunted as he rammed his 
cock up into her pussy until he no longer had any desire or feeling left in 
it. 

He scrambled from between her legs, a trail of sperm coming from his 
deflated penis, and almost as if nothing had happened, he walked back into 
the living room. When he returned, his billy club was in his hand, dangling 
like an obscene wooden phallus. He fondled it, tapping it in the palm of his 
left hand, his eyes growing bright with sadistic hate as he looked at her 
limp body. He wanted to shove it up her cunt, fixing it so that no other man 
could be degraded or destroyed by this woman! He walked over to the bed, his 
eyes ablaze with his unholy lust, and bending over, he placed the thick end 
of the club between the lips of her slippery cunt and rammed it into her 
several inches! 

Laura's screams split the air. She could no longer reason. She wanted to 
die... to escape this excruciating torture. Again and again as he rammed the 
club in and out madly, the air was rent by her pitiful screams as she felt 
her sanity leaving her! 

Lt. Hap Mason's -eyes. narrowed as the first scream came to him. He heard a 
man's voice roaring in anger, and more screaMs. He paused only long enough 
to pinpoint the source of the sounds; then he went into action. But he 
reasoned that lie-might need some help. If the stories he'd heard had any 
substance, he might run into a hornet's nest of tough-to-handle hoods. 

He ran into the bar, his eyes darting about for a phone. Spotting it, he 
quickly put a coin in and dialed the State Police barracks. He spoke 
quickly. "This is Lt. Mason. I'm at the Rainbow's End Motel. Send every 
available man here ... now!" He started to hang up then said loudly, "Wait! 
No sirens. I'll meet them on the highway a few yards from the motel." He 
hung up, his brow wrinkled in thought. He walked outside again, listening 
for the sounds, but the screaming had stopped. He knew it should take but a 
few moments for the troopers to arrive and he paced nervously up and down, 
hoping that he wasn't too late to help the woman who had been screaming as 
if the devil were tormenting her. The sound had sent shivers up his spine. 
It had sounded like the death wail of a lost soul. 

It was exactly six minutes before the patrol cars tolled to a stop at his 
waving. Four officers leaped out, moving quickly toward Mason, listening 
intently to his staccato orders. 'Two of you cover the front and back 
entrance. You two come with me. No... Corporal," he added as one officer 
took off for the back of the motel, "... better stay here on the road. Tell 
any other officers who answer the call to surround this place." 

He looked about him as he entered the broad driveway of the motel. He hadn't 
heard any more screaming or the male voice cursing and shouting, but he 
couldn't wait. He was positive it had come from the section where the door 
sign said "Manager." 

The three officers advanced on the apartment, looked warily about them for 
any sign of other people, but it was quiet as a churchyard. 

Suddenly a shrill, piercing scream came from somewhere inside the apartment. 
It rose to a siren-like wail, and the three State Troopers could distinguish 
the agonized words, "Oh, God ... Nooooo ..." 

Lt. Mason froze at the sound then drew his gun from beneath his shoulder. 
"Let's move, men!" Mason snapped. "Kick the door in if it's locked!" They 
headed for the manager's door with a rush. 

Sergeant Sauers watched the agonized writhing of Laura with the look of a, 
madman. His pupils were dilated, his mouth was emitting saliva at the 
corners, his grin was frozen on his face. Again and again, he shoved the 
club deeper into Laura's torn, battered cunt, each time penetrating a little 
deeper. Laura's mind was almost blank. It was as if she were walking in a 
dream, remembering when she had first tried the hard-rubber dildo that Bob 
had bought as a joke. Bob? Bob? Who was she thinking about? There was no Bob 
- only man-like animals prowling the world she walked in. 

Fish-eyes, Jake, Swede Swanson, the unknown one they had called Jukes ... 
and Bob. But who was Bob that his name should be trying to penetrate her 
brain? But worst of all there was.Sergeant Sauers. At least the others had 
wanted her womanhood, had wanted to satisfy their lust for a woman's 
exciting body. But this one... this satanic tormentor wanted only to hurt, 
maim, torture. Her vagina was numb from the excruciating stretching the club 
was doing. Sauers was almost drooling as he bent forward so he could see the 
wooden club going into her reddened, damp opening. 

That's what you need, slut," he mouthed gleefully. "A big, hard pole that 
more than fills that filthy hole. Feels good, huh, fucker? Say you like it! 
Say it!" He gave-the club an extra hard jab men wriggled it about so that it 
battered at the walls of her inner cunt. Laura couldn't make any words come. 
All she could think of was that she wished she could die. 

"Finally met your match, huh?" Sauers slobbered, saliva dribbling from his 
mouth. Sweat poured from his pores. He was jabbing wildly with the club now, 
not aiming it, letting it ram into any part of her cunt that it could reach. 
He was no longer measuring the depth of the strokes. He didn't care if he 
rammed it all the way through to her guts! Females like her had to be taught 
where they fit. The fucking sluts who went around preaching equal rights for 
women ought to have a treatment like this every night! They were all alike, 
giving their pussy to any bum who wanted it - thinking they would never have 
to pay for fucking up a good man's life! 

As the tip of the club touched her cervix, Laura managed one last agonizing 
scream. She knew she was fainting from the pain, and she also knew that it 
would do no good for her to scream. Who was there to care? Her scream faded 
into a muffled moan as she felt blackness closing in. 

With a splintering roar, the door to the living room slammed open! The three 
law officers burst in, guns drawn, staring quickly about, on the alert. 
Mason spotted the naked figure of Sauers through the bedroom door and he 
headed for there. Sauers swung around as the splintering crash startled him, 
glaring in anger and fear at the intruders who were closing in. He had been 
so startled that he relinquished his hold on the club and left it shoved 
deep into Laura's cunt! His cock was still stiff, standing out obscenely, 
and his eyes darted about wildly, like a trapped animal's. His gun was in 
the living room, and he knew by the tight look on the three State Troopers' 
faces that he'd never make it. 

Mason pointed the gun at Sauers's head, almost vomiting as he saw Laura 
lying there, out cold with the billy club sticking obliquely from her 
vagina! Mason began to tremble with rage. His eyes held cold hate as he 
snarled at the naked man, "You do that, you rotten bastard ... do me a favor 
and try to get to your gun! Go on!" he was yelling now, ?... try it... give 
me a chance to put a.bullet in your guts, you lousy imitation of a man!" 

The two troopers moved up to Sauers, sensing that the lieutenant might very 
easily lose control and shoot him. They led him into the front room and made 
him dress. 

Mason walked to the phone and dialed the barracks. "Get an ambulance out to 
Rainbow's End Motel," he snapped, "and step on it!" 

He put the phone down and stared contemptuously at the subdued, surly man, 
his lips curling as he saw that he had to be wearing the uniform of an 
officer of the law. 

"This is one trial I'm going to enjoy, you filthy animal," he snarled. "And 
this is one that you aren't going to cover up or get out of... not while I'm 
alive!" 

Chapter Ten 

Laura Haynes sat quietly in the third row of the courtroom. Beside her sat 
the stony-faced Lt. Mason. They had been the main witnesses for the State in 
the trial. It had been tried in state's court because of the jurisdiction of 
the State Police and the fact that one of the defendents was an officer of 
the Sheriff's Department. 

She was nervous. It had been an ordeal, reliving those shameful scenes over 
again in her testimony. And in her heart, she wondered what might happen to 
her if they were exonerated. She had expressed her fears to Mason, and he 
had vowed that if they were, they would have to get to her over his dead 
body. And besides, he had told her, there were Federal charges against 
Wilkins and Swede Swanson that were still facing them. Seven of the 
prostitutes had addresses in cities outside the state, and that meant they 
faced indictments under the Mann Act - transporting females across state 
borders for immoral purposes - white slavery. 

Still, her heart was pounding as the jury filed in and took their selits. 
They looked grim as the foreman faced the judge. "Have you reached a 
verdict?" he asked solemnly. The foreman stood. "We have, your honor. We 
find the defendants guilty on all counts!" 

A noisy bustle came over the spectators as newsmen rushed for the door to 
get to the phones. 

"Order!" the judge roared. "Bailiff, lock those doors at once. I'll have 
order while this court is still in session!" The newsmen submitted meekly, 
sitting in the last row of seats. 

Laura breathed a deep sigh of relief, and Mason grasped her hand and 
squeezed it reassuringly. She had been on the witness stand for almost two 
days, and her nerves were about to break. She had refused her doctor's 
advice not to testify in person but to give depositions, and now she was 
glad that she had. Her terrifying account of what had happened to her had 
made in indelible impression on the jurors, she knew... far more than the 
account of them read by a court clerk or the State's attorney. 

The defense attorney had hammered away at her relentlessly, but she felt 
that his vicious insinuations that she had instigated the brutal sex acts 
seemed to evoke more sympathy from the jury for her. She was glad it was 
over. 

He had asked her for the tenth time, "Isn't it true that it was you who 
invited - even solicited releations with Sergeant Sauers ... with Martin 
"Swede" Swenson ... with all the others?" He also made much of the fact that 
she used drugs, but the State had proved that she had had only one 
prescription filled, and that most of that had never been used. 

It became obvious that the jury believed her story after Sauers had 
testified. He came off badly, losing his temper several times, cursing, 
threatening to get even with the ones who were framing him. In a sense, he 
convicted himself, for he had no answer to the testimony of the three State 
Troopers who had found her unconscious with the obscene policeman's club 
shoved deep inside her vagina. This was rock-hard testimony that could not 
be denied or explained away. 

The defense had tried to shatter her credibility and her character, coming 
back time and again to the drugs. At one point, she had burst out 
hysterically that she was in such a nervous state that she would have taken 
her own life if she hadn't had something to calm her nerves. 

The defense attorney made one or two strong points when he had asked 
repeatedly why, if she was so abhorred by what was taking place, hadn't she 
called the police. Laura had said, "Because I was afraid for my life. I 
thought they would kill me if I did. I didn't know where to turn." And in 
his summation, the States attorney had pointed out again what had happened 
to Laura when she finally summoned the police. 

She looked over at her husband. Bob sat staring at the floor, his head bowed 
in defeat. She tried to find some remorse in him - some shame... but there 
was none. He was dejected merely because he'd been caught and charged with 
conspiracy for his part in setting up the bordello. The court had declared 
the contract void, returning the motel to Laura, but it didn't matter much 
now. Her life was empty. Bob would go to prison, along with Wilkins, Swenson 
and Sauers. She knew that she could never go back to the motel now. There 
were too many horrible memories. She felt as deserted and alone as at any 
time in her life. She had been publicly humiliated even though she had been 
innocent of any wrongdoing of her own choosing. It was a small town where 
she had grown up, and she had detected the coolness of many former 
acquaintances already. 

She had come to rely on Lt. Harold Mason for advice and concern. He had been 
like a solid rock, and she had come to have a deep affection for him. She 
learned why he was nicknamed Happy ... because when he was off duty, he had 
a carefree, outgoing nature. He was a man who could laugh just over the joy 
of being alive. He was a good man, she knew, and he had handled almost all 
the details of the sale of the motel for her. 

She had paid the bills and had a tidy sum in the bank. Now she stood on the 
sidewalk in front of the courthouse. Hap Mason was looking at her, trying to 
be gay to hide his disappointment that she was leaving. 

"I'll be fine, Hap," Laura said. "I'm leaving for Trenton in the morning. My 
sister lives there. She has room for me until I find out what I want to do. 
I'll be with people who do love me. I need the time to get this all out of 
my mind ... to feel better. Then I'll find a job ..." she grinned at him in 
an impish way, "... maybe even managing a motel." 

"If you need me..." Hap Mason put his heart in his warm eyes and leaned over 
and kissed her awkwardly. "And I don't want to sound foolish, but... well, I 
know I'm almost twenty years older than you, but... well..." He broke off, 
blushing. 

Give me a little time, Hap," Laura said gently, laying her hand on his 
cheek, "And it might be sooner than you think" Her eyes were misty and she 
kissed him quickly and strode away. 

That evening, she boarded the train to Trenton. Hap wasn't there. He was on 
duty. She glowed as she thought of the good man who cared for her... a man 
whose life was the upholding and enforcing of the law. A man so far removed 
from Bob that they could be from different worlds. But she needed some time. 
The scars were deep, she knew, and the nights were still spotted with 
horrible nightmares that vividly relived every grotesque, degrading moment 
of the past year or more. 

The ordeal of the trial had drained her emotionally, and she felt tired 
inside and out as she took her seat in the coach. In seven hours, she would 
be in Trenton with her sister Kim and her husband Marvin. Best of all, she 
would be with her two nieces, Shelley and little Laura, and she could learn 
to romp and laugh with them once again. 

She drifted off into a "restless sleep within an hour, and her slumber was 
disturbed by the recurring nightmares. But they were becoming dimmer, and 
only the more vivid atrocities remained to haunt her now. 

Swede fucked her madly, ignoring her cries of pain as his fingers dug into 
the soft flesh of her buttocks, pulling her high in the air so that his 
hard, cruel penis could reach the very depths of her vagina. He thrust it in 
mercilessly, not caring if it hurt her. 

Off to the side, Bob stood, sneering at her she held out her hands to him, 
crying out for help. But in her dream the words wouldn't come. She saw only 
the contempt for that every eye held as Swede laughed hideously and rammed 
his turgid cock so deep up into her that it made her gasp and grunt. 

She saw another figure standing nearby, ogling the scene with bulging, 
animal-like orbs. He was pumping on his cock and pointing at her cunt 
obscenely as peals of laughter rang out across her mind. Strange, she could 
always hear the laughter but never the words ... not even her own, in her 
horrible nightmares. 

She tried to tell herself that it would stop ... that it was only a bad 
dream, yet her mind couldn't accept that. The faces kept changing, but the 
bodies of the men were always the same. They always had out-sized cocks, far 
too big for her tight pussy and they were always brutes. In their eyes, 
there was always that hellish look of lust. None of them ever smiled at her 
or touched her gently. Not even Bob. 

She stirred in her sleep as she felt a tender hand on her cheek, and at last 
she heard the words. "If you need me... " the voice was sayingrShe looked 
all about her, trying to match the face with the voice, but there was only 
the lewd, half-mad face of Sauers, the sex-crazed leer of Fish-eyes, the 
cold eyes of the one called Jukes. She had been only dreaming that she had 
heard the words, felt the touch of a kind hand on her face... it was all a 
dream ... a bad dream that gnawed away at her sanity. 

"You fucking whore!" She heard no sound coming from Bob, but she could read 
his lips, feel the utter contempt he felt for her. 

"Isn't it true that you've been taking drugs for some time?" Why didn't you 
call the police?" The words echoed in the corridors of her mind, and always 
at the end of the dream, one figure would loom larger than all the rest. 

He was an ugly giant, ten feet tall, and he was taking off a uniform of some 
kind with a badge pinned to it. He had a leather belt in his hand, and the 
hand was raised high! She saw the belt descending to bite at her naked 
flesh, but she couldn't move. She felt the leather cut into her white 
skin... saw the blood appear magically in the welt... and she could only 
stare at the giant ogre with the belt raised on high again. 

He put the belt down and picked up a huge club that looked like a baseball 
bat. He was advancing on her, and she could only lie there, unable to close 
her pussy-lips against the monstrous wooden club! Then the screams poured 
from her throat as the agonizing object was shoved deep into her cunt! 

A hand was shaking Laura's shoulder gently, and a kind voice was asking, 
"Can I help you, lady? Shall I have the conductor stop the train?" 

Laura sat up straight, rubbing her eyes. She looked at the concerned face of 
the elderly man who had taken the seat next to her. "Thank God!" she said 
fervently. He smiled in relief. 

"That was a pretty bad nightmare you were having," he consoled her. "Are you 
all right now?" 

Laura nodded gratefully. "Yes, and thank you for waking me. It was a bad 
dream .. .a terribly real nightmare." She stared straight ahead for a 
moment, fear flitting across her face. 

"A nightmare I won't ever have to live through again." 


End
