SNM-167  Captured For Revenge
(Howard Banning)


FOREWORD 

There is nothing that makes a man seethe more than the thought of being 
rejected by a woman, particularly when she leaves him for another man. 

Even though Jason Bogart was by no means a rich man, he was indeed a proud 
man, and when he recognized that the woman he had thought so much of had 
cast her lot in the direction of another man, largely because of that other 
man's superior economic situation, he felt as if he had really been 
ruthlessly betrayed. 

The rugged construction worker thought about inflicting physical harm on the 
man for whom his love had rejected him, and then considered beating up the 
woman herself in frustration, but ultimately decided to forgo those two 
extreme measures. He instead brooded, wondering just what he was going to do 
in the wake of sustaining heartbreak. 

It was not until he discovered that his two drinking and bowling buddies, 
Charley Wicker and Darrell Oglesby, had been in similar circumstances that a 
plan began to take shape. The more that they ruminated on and lengthily 
discussed their unique but, in the final analysis, common dilemmas, the more 
infuriated they became. 

"Something just has to be done!" became the united phrase that shaped their 
embittered course of action. Letting their emotions be their dictatorial 
guide, these three men threw caution to the winds and embarked on a plan as 
dangerously bold as it was dangerously unwise. 

Revenge is a negative emotion, and its angry, devil-may-care application is 
likely to bring about frustration and suffering for all concerned in the 
final analysis. Had Jason Bogart and his friends analyzed their projected 
course of action with less heated emotion and more reason then it is highly 
unlikely that they would ever have taken such an unwise path. But a man who 
feels he has been unjustly scorned can often reject reason in favor of an 
unwise and unsafe course of action, which was what ultimately happened in 
the case of Jason Bogart and his friends, a course from which they were 
ultimately to inflict such costly revenge. 

The Publisher 


Chapter One 

As Jason Bogart sat behind the wheel of his faded yellow pickup truck, he 
whistled a merry tune while anticipating the moment that was immediately at 
hand. 

He was on the way to his girlfriend Ellen Stacy's apartment, the only woman 
the dark-haired construction worker had met in the last three years who 
really meant anything to him. Bogart curled his shaggy black mustache, 
wrinkled his almost perpetually furrowed brow, and started to lick his lips 
with salacious anticipation. He had just put in a long day under the 
broiling Arizona dessert sun on a condominium project in nearby Glendale, 
and off and on his concentration had been interrupted by thoughts of the 
voluptuous blonde beauty with the firm jutting breasts and long, 
well-tapered legs. Every time that her threshing delectably nude alabaster 
body loomed in his lust-craving mind, his always ready cock immediately 
stiffened inside the tight-fitting faded blue jeans that he always wore to 
work. By the middle of the afternoon it was all Bogart could do to keep his 
mind on his work. All he could think of was the welcome mellifluous sound of 
his foreman announcing that it was five o'clock and time to knock off for 
another day. 

When that long-anticipated moment ultimately arrived, Jason Bogart had 
removed his handkerchief from his pocket, mopped the profuse beads of sweat 
from his brow, then made a quick move toward his truck which was parked a 
little over a hundred yards away. 

"Hey, Jason, how about joining us for a few pitchers of beer and a few games 
of pool?" a short, stocky fellow worker named Joe called out as Jason's 
long, powerful legs made quick strides like those of an ambling antelope 
toward his truck. 

"Sorry, Joe, but I've got something to do," Jason stopped quickly in his 
tracks, turning to face Joe. 

"Considering the way you're moving," another man standing next to Joe, a 
tall, slender, bald-headed man named Lou laughed, "you've got something real 
important on tap." 

"Damned important," Bogart emphatically nodded. 

"Seeing as how it's even more important than playing pool and drinking beer 
with Joe and me, it's almost got to be a piece of ass," Lou laughed a little 
louder than before, quickly being joined by Joe. 

"Best piece of ass in Phoenix," Bogart vigorously declared, walking several 
steps toward his truck, reaching inside and yanking his still 
perspiration-laden white T-shirt that he had worn in the morning and 
discarded after it became heavily drenched with sweat. He hoisted the shirt 
over his sinewy, bronzed torso, then turned to face Joe and Lou once more. 
"I'll amend that a little," he winked boyishly. "Hell, she's the best piece 
of ass in Arizona." 

"If she's that good then at least put in a good word for your two friends," 
Lou said. 

"That'll be the day," Jason Bogart laughed, opening the door of his truck 
and stepping inside, easing his well-muscled body into the front seat behind 
the steering wheel. "You're both nice guys to work with, drink with, play 
pool with, trade some dirty jokes with, but I ain't steering you or anybody 
else to my prize choice pussy." 

"Up yours, fair weather friend," Joe said, flipping his friend Jason the 
bone. 

Joe went through his brief procedure with a straight face, then burst into 
loud, uncontrollable laughter, as did Jason and Lou. Hell, Jason thought, he 
could take a good joke as well as the next guy. 

Jason started up his truck, cupping hit hands over his mouth and calling out 
one last parting message to Joe before departing. 

"Go out and pick yourself up a fresh piece of ass or beat your meat, Joe old 
buddy, but don't expect me to do you no favors like that." Jason teased his 
buddy, after which he gunned the engine of hit truck and was off in a flash, 
leaving Joe and Lou to watch the trail of dust that he generated. 

Jason had no formal date scheduled with Ellen that night but should that 
matter? Hell no, he thought, as he drove his truck speedily toward the tiny 
bachelor apartment where he lived in Phoenix. Lately he had been showing up 
just about whenever he pleased at sexy blonde Ellen's place, specifically 
whenever he needed a good piece of ass, and those occasions were becoming 
increasingly more frequent the better that he got to know her. The tough 
construction worker liked the fact that she was not a fickle little pussy 
like so many he had known. Here was one woman, he smiled joyfully, who knew 
what it was like to cater to a man's needs as well as her own. If he needed 
a piece of ass and his balls were agitating with mounting incessant fire, 
Jason liked the feeling of knowing that he could call on Ellen to put it 
out. 

Once that he swung his truck into his garage space and stepped quickly into 
his small steaming bachelor apartment, immediately opening a window to let 
in some air he knew it would be only a matter of minutes before he took a 
cool refreshing shower, then stepped into a sport shirt and slacks, after 
which he would be on his way to Ellen's. As he stood under the refreshing 
shower spray whose profusely spurting droplets infused him with new life in 
his tingly, freshly alive body, Jason thought about giving Ellen a quick 
call before leaving to let her know that he was on his way, but he finally 
discarded the idea, preferring to surprise her instead. Just thinking about 
her caused his responsive cock to instantly thicken, its meatiness standing 
out as it dangled between his hairy legs. He examined the purplish head of 
his spongy inflated rod and recognized just how acutely he needed some 
satisfying sex from his blonde lover. 

As he stepped out of the shower and dried his hairy muscular body with a 
fresh clean black towel, he thought about the fact that Ellen would be 
arriving home somewhere in that vicinity. She started work a little later 
than Jason and got home slightly later as well, being employed as a 
receptionist at a small Phoenix hospital. The now clean and dry Bogart 
stepped into his bedroom, putting on a fresh pair of briefs as he thought 
back to the day that he first met Ellen. He had been working on an addition 
to an office building when a piece of lumber was accidentally dropped from a 
raised platform by a fellow worker, landing with a thud on the side of 
Jason's head. He felt dizzy and his head erupted with blood at the spot 
where the lumber had hit him. The man who had dropped the piece of lumber 
apologized profusely, then begged Jason to drive him to the closest, 
hospital, which happened to be the one where Ellen was employed. Even though 
his head hurt like hell and ached worse than most hangovers he had 
experienced, Jason was still compelled to sit up and take notice when his 
alert eyes caught their first glimpse of the dazzling blonde in the white 
outfit seated behind the desk. He kept thinking about her during the time 
that the doctor was sewing stitches in his head, quickly closing his wound, 
and while tests were later administered to determine if he had sustained a 
concussion. Before he left he knew he just had to at least make a move to 
find out if the blonde was anywhere near as interested in him as he was in 
her. 

Following a brief period of small talk to get acquainted, Jason had leaned 
over her desk and asked her for a date. To his overwhelming joy, Ellen 
Stacey accepted. His good luck continued a few days later when he received 
his test results and learned that he had sustained no concussion. As far as 
Jason was concerned, it was worth it to get clobbered by a piece of lumber 
to get to meet somebody like Ellen. Hell, for one thing he knew that his 
head was as hard as a brick to begin with, a piece of information he 
consoled his frustrated fellow worker with in the anxious moments following 
the accident. 

So now he was driving down the road, a few miles over the allowable speed 
limit, and he had to caution himself to slow down. After all, with his cock 
anxiety-ridden and just dying to stab and slash with overriding zeal into 
the tight crevices of Ellen's elastic pussy, he just could not possibly risk 
getting stopped for a ticket. 

Jason peered up at the sky overhead and observed the sun beginning to slip 
behind the mountains in the distance. In not all that long a period of time 
it would be slipping behind the mountains altogether and disappearing in one 
last florid red and gold design as sunset would eventually give way to 
evening. 

He could feel his hard resolute cock beginning to tug with sturdy insistence 
inside Jason's trousers and shorts as he moved ever closer to his 
destination, his blonde lover's apartment. The scalding emotional floodtide 
tugging at Jason Bogart's loins began to stirringly increase as he thought 
back to the last time he had seen Ellen Stacey. It was two evenings earlier 
and as he began to recall the events of that highly enjoyable encounter his 
heart started to pound with unswerving acute need. Damn, he thought, there 
was just no way that he could get too much of Ellen. She had it all as far 
as sexual magnetism was concerned, the kind of purring female panther who 
could incessantly keep him burning on all cylinders and cause his bulging 
prick to be maintained in a perpetual state of hungry burning hardness. He 
thought about all the female relationships that he had summarily ended 
because they were not fulfilling enough for him. He was a hot-blooded, 
virile male and he expected a woman who was not the least bit afraid to put 
out. About the time he got complaints that he was a sex crazy animal, or 
about the time that he became bored with a woman's sex style, he would 
abruptly end things. With Ellen things were markedly different. He just 
couldn't get enough and every lusty sex interlude would conclude with him 
counting down the days of hours before the next would take place. 

And so his thoughts shifted back to two nights earlier at mid-evening in 
Ellen's apartment... 

 Chapter Two 

The more wine that Ellen poured for Jason, who was comfortably stretched out 
on the edge of the sofa in her dimly lit living room, the more reckless he 
began to feel. 

He took another rousing prodigious gulp, then eased his body over closer to 
hers. Ellen was clad in a wispy light green dress that was appropriate for 
the intensely hot season in Phoenix, as well as being perfectly appropriate 
from Jason's standpoint for another reason, the fact that he could see 
plenty of her firmly curvaceous alabaster skin. She wore no brassiere 
beneath her dress and every time that Jason cast his eyes toward the top of 
it his heart skipped several more beats as he examined the firm protruding 
cleavage that extended itself partially out of the confining material of her 
dress. His nervous eyes would then swoop dramatically downward toward her 
long, sinuous, firmly tapered legs, exquisite perfection from her creamy 
thighs down to her trimly petite ankles. 

Once that Jason finished gulping down the final few drops of his wine he 
reached out with his right arm, letting it quickly encircle his lover's 
body. Jason wanted to grab a quick feel of Ellen's firm warm buttocks, which 
protruded sensuously out of her dress. Even though the material stood 
between him and complete freedom of movement and ultimate sensation, Jason 
was not about to let that prevent him from experiencing some satisfying 
thrills, and so he plodded ahead, clutching sharply with both hands as his 
pressing fingers indented with urgency against her instinctively twisting 
ass cheeks. 

"Damn, but I love to squeeze these cheeks," Jason laughed. 

"You're getting pretty fresh," a squirming Ellen Stacey sighed breathily, 
bouncing against the springs of the sofa. 

"Damned right, and who's got a better right?" he smiled lewdly, squeezing 
and pressing more sharply than before. 

"Seeing as how you're my man, I guess nobody." 

"You're fucking right," Jason determinedly declared. 

"Please. You don't need to talk dirty like that honey." 

"Talk dirty?" Jason teasingly ridiculed her with loud laughter. "That's the 
most beautiful word that ain't in the dictionary. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I just 
love to say it." 

"So I gather." 

"Well, why not? It's got a beautiful ring, but better yet, I like the 
message behind it. I see you all naked and imagine that wiggling naked 
blonde butt. Oh yeah, you've got it all." 

As he looked at her with fire-filled eyes that immediately conveyed to Ellen 
just how badly he hungered for her, Jason swiftly released his fingers from 
her firm twisting buttocks and sank them against the warm, invitingly silky 
strands of her dazzling blonde hair. He held on just tightly enough to 
convey the point to Ellen that he was firmly in charge, then pushed his lips 
forward, allowing them to slam sharply against hers in a reeling floodtide 
of wild emotion. 

Jason's heart pounded thunderously and his fingers trembled as they remained 
firmly locked against Ellen's hair. When he finally removed his lips from 
hers, Jason whipped his tongue scorchingly forward letting it snake in way 
with speedy conviction inside her mouth. Their seething tongues buried 
themselves against each other in a swirling whirlpool of naked lust. Their 
warmly invigorating saliva intermeshed as Jason's stiffly plunging tongue 
took complete charge of things as it whipped and slashed against hers. 

Following several devastating moments of resplendent tongue ecstasy in which 
their sweeping stabs became perfectly attuned to each other's throbbing 
pace, Jason promptly withdrew his hot tongue. Already heads of perspiration 
were forming on his heavily-lined forehead and under his arms. He had to 
have her and was determined to undress her right here and now. Preliminaries 
had gone far enough, he concluded, recognizing the hungry urgency that was 
stored within him in the form of his aching balls and rigid prick. 

Jason jumped up quickly from the sofa, reaching out with his strong, 
authoritative hands and grabbing with quick decisiveness as he pressed his 
fingers firmly against Ellen's. 

"Get up, let's go into the bedroom," he said firmly. 

"I've never met a man more sure of himself of what he wanted." 

"I know I've got what it takes to back it up right there between my legs," 
he smiled lewdly. "Just look at that message. There's no mistaking something 
like that." 

His trousers took on the appearance of a vast encircling tent as Jason's 
eminently stiff meatiness stood out with prepossessing splendor. The moment 
that Ellen's eyes froze on the stimulating sight, she jumped up from the 
sofa and they began to walk arm-in-arm toward the bedroom. 

She listened to the sounds of Jason's heavy breathing, another clue as to 
just how powerful his flaming desires were at that moment, and before she 
knew it his strong hands were encircling her again. He took hold of Ellen 
and pulled her toward him, his firm chest locking resolutely against her 
penetrating firm breasts for several moments of delirious delight, after 
which he threw himself and his lover downward into the bed below, where they 
landed together with a resounding lurid plop. 

Jason's busy hands went to work once more, this time to pry Ellen's dress 
from her as quickly as he could. With blinding desire his fingers kept 
pushing, driving solidly against the buttons of her dress, which he quickly 
undid, after which he pulled and tugged with one sweeping upward thrust, 
determined to remove her dress as soon as possible. His enthusiasm was 
heightened by the knowledge that she wore no brassiere beneath her dress, 
meaning that soon her sparkling white boobs would be bouncing freely and 
unrestrainedly before his eyes. He liked the way that her body twisted 
responsively from side to side as he pulled off her dress. 

Jason's eyes mushroomed with ever rising need as he looked down and observed 
Ellen's firm ripe breasts jutting forward in all their lusty glory. His eyes 
then swooped downward to take in the appealing sight of Ellen's undulating 
hips and thighs, which told him unmistakably that the same rising naked 
urges that were dominating his searing loins were also present in Ellen. The 
only thing that stood between the sensuous blonde and total nudity was the 
wispy wafer-thin black bikini panties that she wore, and so Jason's 
immediate goal became that of separating the beauteous Ellen from them. 

His resolute fingers reached down with quivering zeal, grabbing hold of the 
crotchband of her lace panties as her hips twisted in a circuitous arc while 
the rising crescendo of lustful desire reached dazzling new heights. Jason 
never wanted her more than at that moment, nor had she ever looked more 
appealing to him. 

Jason took crisp command of her panties as her scalding buttocks danced and 
twisted in an accelerating symphony of movement against the white sheets of 
the bed as Jason began shoving her panties downward, tugging with restless 
waves of ecstatic energy while he looked forward to the prospect of removing 
her wispy black panties. 

When he finally pulled them loose from her, tossing them quickly to the 
floor, he reached down and let his fingers take commanding hold of her 
smooth trim thighs. Jason squeezed and kneaded the flesh for several 
dramatic moments, then parted her trembling thighs, after which he examined 
the enticing sight of her pink pussy between her nakedly splayed legs. He 
microscopically examined her glistening pubic curls and the dazzling pink 
cleft resting beneath them. The fingers of his right hand swooped downward 
as Jason once more took charge of things, this time by meticulously sliding 
his fingers against her pubic hair, causing her responsive body to twitch 
from every well-timed stroke that he dramatically delivered. 

His fingers worked with slow precision for several strokes as they slithered 
against a rising floodtide of ecstasy in Ellen's golden pubic locks. He 
smiled knowingly as he felt the pleasant sensation of wetness that formed 
from his stirring finger activity combined with the rising whirlpool of 
ecstasy that began raging in her searing loins. The more pussy moisture that 
he felt in his quickly gliding fingers, the greater the amount that the 
dominant Jason sought to feel. 

Ellen whimpered and extended her legs even wider than before as Jason's 
rapidly twisting fingers kept grinding resourcefully against her matted 
shiny pubic curls. Moments later he dramatically switched his target to her 
sizzling pink cleft. When he touched the ripe moistness of her inner folds 
of pink pussy flesh Ellen's buttocks contracted sharply, after which her 
sloping ass cheeks glided in an upward fashion as she encouraged her 
prodding lover to provide her with more of the same of that kind of spirited 
action. 

His driving fingers pushed against the slightly moist lips of Ellen's pussy 
for a few more well-timed strokes. He then eased his fingers against the 
tiny bud of his lover's quiveringly erect clitoris, causing her to 
immediately issue a throaty moan. 

"Oh do you know how to please me," she gasped loudly as her buttocks slapped 
resoundingly against the sheets. "Jason baby, please my pussy, it means so 
much to me." 

Every time that Jason's urgently pressing fingers made contact with the 
sensitive budding node of Ellen's scorching clitoris she would gasp louder 
and twist her buttocks with increased writhing need, and suddenly it dawned 
on Jason that the time had arrived to turn his attention from linger 
activity to swiftly dominant tongue thrusts. 

His heart pounded in a steadily rising crescendo of impassioned excitement 
as Jason dropped his head down quickly between his blonde lover's quivering 
nakedly splayed legs. His eyes were fixed gluttonously on the fetching moist 
target of her dilating pink pussy, surrounded by her smoothly resilient wet 
pubic hairs. 

Jason's nostrils flared with raging desire as he picked up the inviting 
scent of Ellen's moist pink cunt. His fingers reached down and stroked her 
softly resilient vanilla-colored pubic tresses several more times, and as he 
released them Jason was ready to press onward with his infatuated tongue, 
which was seething with lustful desire to drive in a swirling sea of 
unmitigated passion into the moist portals of her inflamed womb. 

Ellen did her best to show Jason just how much she wanted his sweeping 
tongue movements as she swung her hips sturdily upward several more times, 
begging him to go to work with his quickly charging tongue. 

Eventually Jason reached down and glided his fingers against her snowy white 
ass cheeks, which spun pendulously in a rising floodtide of torrid 
sensuality. He allowed his scarlet wet tongue to slither ever so slowly 
against the enwreathing triangle of Ellen's silky pubic curls, and as he 
made his first probing contact with his tongue he let his encircling fingers 
clamp down with vigorous solidity against her wriggling ass cheeks. The 
tighter that he squeezed and pressed with his stiff fingers, the quicker 
that his tongue commenced charging against her soft resilient pubic hairs. 

The driving fires of acute sexual need flooded both Jason and Ellen as he 
pushed his throbbing tongue against Ellen's wetly palpitating cuntal channel 
for the first times as her hips flared in wildly lewd accompaniment. The 
sensuous curves of her writhing asscheeks spasmed salaciously and her loins 
simmered with compelling lust while Jason kept driving his steadily 
attacking tongue as it teasingly snaked its way inside the tight elastic 
opening of her smoldering wet pink pussy. 

Inflamed with gluttonous desire, Jason began making loud slurping sounds as 
his tempo dramatically increased and he continued to solidly grind his 
determined crimson twisting salient like a tiny sword, forging it with 
insistent zeal as it made steady contact with her insatiable pussy as her 
legs kicked with great urgency. 

His tongue kept spasming with sweeping desire as Jason kept twisting and 
snaking it against the raw nerve ends of Ellen's pulsating cunt as her 
nostrils flared open and her breath burned in her lungs. 

"I want it, I want it," she gasped loudly. "Oh, your burning tongue is 
turning me on. You know you can do it. You know how responsive I am. Keep 
turning on the coal, Jason. Keep it up until you get me off. You can do it 
with your fiery tongue. Just keep planting it in my hot pussy." 

His gluttonous tongue kept driving sweepingly into the intimate depths of 
her dilating cuntal valley. As her pendulous scorching white buttocks and 
her flailing hips started moving with increased blazing anxiety, he pressed 
surgingly onward, sensing the imperative need rapidly arising in his 
beautiful quivering lover's womb. 

While he kept his tongue slashing against Ellen's warmly flushing pussy lips 
Jason removed his fingers from her quivering silky white ass globes and 
manipulated them against the crinkly flesh of her warm creamy boobs. 

Jason's urgent fingers clasped sharply against her firm chunks of resilient 
breast flesh. The quicker that he kneaded the marshmallow-like surface of 
her now sensitively rising melons, the greater the urgency that swelled 
within her torrid dilating cunt. 

"Eat me, oh, damnit, keep sucking, oh, keep your tongue moving, let it press 
and twist, sweetheart, suck me," she heaved a deep sigh as her resilient ass 
cheeks twisted lewdly under the steady dominance of his fiery scarlet tongue 
blasts. "Get me off, damn, I'm burning up. My pussy is on fire. Put out the 
blaze, baby, yes, you can do it with your charging tongue." 

As he moved dramatically into the final phases of the act, his fingers made 
a rapid move for her ruby-tipped nipples, which pushed forward with dramatic 
recognition in all their taut glory, responding sensitively to his every 
vigorous touch. Jason loved the way that Ellen's entire body responded to 
his searing finger contact with the hard pebbles of her nipple-flesh, and as 
his twisting tongue pushed inexorably forward she knew only too well that 
the moment was looming ever nearer at hand when the scalding droplets of her 
spewing pussy fluid would splash with relentless desire from her seething 
inner folds of hot pink flesh. 

Her pink cuntal valley had been turned into a seething mass of burning 
sensuality by her lover's steadily pistoning tongue intrusions, and as her 
buttocks bounced relentlessly a few more times against the bed beneath them 
Jason anticipated the release of her stored-up orgasmic cuntal floodtide. 

A few devastating tongue thrusts later the end dramatically came. Ellen's 
hips and thighs dramatically contracted as she let out one last seething 
gasp while her lover toyed with her taut, hardened nipples. 

She shoved her aroused white buttocks up to meet his tongue, accommodating 
him in his efforts to extract the steaming droplets of hot fluid from her 
agitated cunt. 

He reached down and slapped at her dramatically flailing buttocks as the 
viscous liquid spilled salaciously and dramatically from her fiery pink 
vagina. 

His scalding tongue kept crisply gliding inside her devastated cuntal 
channel as the juices poured profusely from her streaming pussy, her flushed 
cunt lips ablaze with ecstasy as Jason's swirling tongue gobbled up every 
available droplet of searing fluid from her organ, after which all became 
still. 

 Chapter Three 

Jason grinned as he sat behind the wheel of his truck and let his memory 
unravel some more about what had transpired two evenings earlier. 

Once that he had drained the final few droplets of pussy fluid from Ellen's 
fiery organ, Jason had propelled his body sharply upward from the bed. For 
the next few moments the only thing that could be heard in the otherwise 
silent room was the sound of Ellen's heavy breathing as she lay on her back, 
looking up at Jason with curiosity, wondering what he would do next. 

The determined Jason had been so dominated with seething sensual desire when 
he had removed his lover's clothes and performed orally on her that he had 
not taken the trouble to remove his own clothes. Now he desired the peel off 
everything, to be recklessly and deliciously naked in the same manner as 
Ellen. Her eyes began to widen as she watched him quickly remove his shirt 
and trousers. Ellen's entire sensitive body quivered with restless desire as 
she got a good look at the huge swollen bulge in his crotch, so visible 
against the tight outline of his white briefs, and as Jason observed her 
staring with open-eyed lust at his crotch he grinned broadly. Within seconds 
his eagerly tugging fingers were pressing against his shorts as he pulled 
swiftly downward against them, eventually removing them and tossing them 
aside. 

His stiff aroused cock stood proudly, extending like a huge slab of concrete 
in its proud hardness. All he could think of was the quickest and most 
effective way of slashing his sharp, energetic cock into the seething inner 
depths of Ellen's pussy, the same smooth moist pink channel of sensation 
that his twisting tongue had driven resoundingly against only a few moments 
earlier. 

Even though his heart pounded restlessly and his ever steaming staff 
overflowed with acute immediate need, Jason silently cautioned himself to 
slow down a little so that he might better enjoy some wild foreplay before 
settling into the nitty-gritty aspects of their lascivious sex adventure, 
the prospect of which left his whole body twitching in a state of aching 
desire. 

He let his gripping fingers reach down and take charge of her warm 
captivating breasts as he stared wantonly at the colorful crests pointing 
teasingly at him. His fingers began to conscientiously knead the mounds of 
her hard-tipped nipples with ever increasing speed and force. Jason had 
started by easing his flesh against the taut, hardened pebbles of aroused 
flesh, but the longer that his electricity-filled fingers pushed and kneaded 
against the firm warmth of Ellen's resilient skin, the more sharply that he 
pushed them and the faster that she hurled her body in sweeping upward 
movements in sharp reaction to what he was doing. 

"You really know how to dominate me," she gasped, her buttocks spinning in 
volleys of wild delicious fascination. 

"Damned right I do, I'm a dominating guy," Jason heaved a deep sigh. "I know 
what a woman needs and that's just what. I'm gonna give her." 

"Yes, tiger," she swooned "Oh, squeeze even harder. Press your fingers 
against my flesh. This I really like." 

After Jason's hard, firm fingers had twisted sharply against the taut flesh 
of Ellen's strawberry -colored nipples for a little while longer, he then 
focused his attention on her firm fleshy breasts, voluptuously thrusting 
upwardly toward him. He drove his fingers with solid desire against the 
resilient chunks of ripe skin, kneading them as if they were large chunks of 
dough, prompting Ellen to respond with loud hissing sounds. Jason knew that 
his searing action was having an effect and it was just a question of how 
much longer he could contain himself before it would be necessary to move on 
to more intimate phases of lovemaking. 

When he abruptly turned his fingers loose from Ellen's warm breasts, Jason 
pushed his tongue ardently forward and let it speedily lick her vigorously 
responsive folds of tit flesh, her ripe melons flouncing eagerly from side 
to side as his quickly pistoning tongue charged ahead, whipping against her 
marshmallow-like flesh. 

Before he ceased his rapid tongue action, Ellen's entire body was writhing 
in a sea of delirious ecstasy as she moaned throatily and began to beg for 
more. 

"Stick it in me," she shouted with rising desperation. "Baby, I want it so 
bad. Oh Jason, you know how bad I need it. You teased me with all those 
movements. So drive that big cock of yours into me, honey, because I really 
need it." 

Ellen's loud begging request served only to turn Jason on that much more 
eagerly. It had been his initial desire to bring the beautiful blonde out as 
much as possible, to inflame her with scalding need before he slammed his 
long bulging prick into her wet, wildly palpitating pussy. He looked down 
momentarily at the exciting sight of the naked plane of Ellen's hungry 
vagina, realizing that the moment was indeed at hand to supply her with the 
kind of uncompromising penis domination for which she was loudly begging. 

His thick, heavily-veined cudgel shoved its mammoth surface forward, stone 
hard with commanding desire as it made its initial intrusion into the 
throbbing wetness of Ellen's steadily wiggling broiling pink slit. 

"Damned, oh, you're in me," she cried out with seething need. 

Jason's hands reached down and grabbed the warm flesh of Ellen's flouncing 
buttocks, which danced with delight as his hands held her in a vise-like 
grip. All the while his stiffened cock slithered in and out of her ragingly 
stuffed vagina. 

Ellen's cunt lips swiftly became a raging furnace of lust as Jason continued 
to commandingly grip his fingers against the resilience of her swollen 
breasts as his thick blood-engorged member kept tearing and slashing with 
vigorous impunity into her hair-fringed fissure. 

His savage, knife-like thrusts continued, plunging Ellen into a seething 
cauldron in which pleasure became freely intermingled with pain. Jason's 
lust-bloated balls, swollen with painful stored-up desire, kept slapping 
against Ellen's twisting, steadily uplifting buttocks in a torrent of mutual 
sweltering need. 

Ellen's broiling body began spasming with greater urgency than ever as she 
let out a loud animalish mewl while Jason kept tearing into her pouting 
pussy lips. After a few more rapidly charging stabs Ellen reached out with 
trembling fingers and began to eagerly scratch her steadily charging lover's 
back while his racing cock continued to slam sharply into her puffy cunt 
lips. Her fire-filled vagina could withstand no more, and a searing cuntal 
explosion was inevitable as she tensed her long, beautifully-tapered legs 
and let out a prolonged hissing gasp. 

"Oooohhhhh, aaaaaahhhhh, what a fuck, what a fucker you are, the way you 
plunge your cock, baby, Jason, oh, keep charging, keep driving your stiff 
prick," she gulped. "Yes, oh yes, it's shooting out of me, what a feeling, 
how great, what a beautiful feeling." 

Ellen let her spasming body contract and slide sharply as she met Jason's 
cannonading forward thrusts as the spewing droplets of her volcanic pussy 
explosion shot with profuse passion from her, rolling down both of her 
trembling thighs in a gushing torrent of exotic ecstasy. 

The rising floodtide of passionate need continued to accumulate in Jason's 
surging cock and balls as his pistoning blade of steel kept sharply plunging 
into Ellen's exploding pussy, aroused to new heights by his lover's 
devastating cuntal explosion. 

The final few drops of spraying wetness oozed from Ellen's steadily ravaged 
pussy as she squirmed salaciously and prepared for the moment when the 
anticipated tidal wave of spurting thick white cum would gush from the end 
of his flaming, blood engorged member. 

The nearer that Jason proceeded to the end, the harder that his stiff, 
steadily probing prick thundered into the resilient portals of her wet 
salacious cunt. 

Suddenly Jason's body dramatically tensed as he kept pumping up and down 
like a thrashing sex machine, driving non-stop with zealous need as he 
heaved deep gasps and kept driving his salacious cock into the fires of 
Ellen's hotly clasping pussy hole. 

The scalding heat in his intensely swollen testicles provided Jason with 
irrefutable evidence that the end had arrived and the torrent of white 
volcanic semen would splash voluminously from the spongy tip of his driving 
penis. 

His fingers reached down once more and gripped solidly against Ellen's 
satiny white ass cheeks as the first few spraying droplets of Jason's 
exploding cock fluid started to splash from the end of his stiff scarlet rod 
as his hips and ass cheeks contracted with vigorous spasms of inflamed lust. 

He watched the stream of viscous white fluid ravage Ellen's aroused pussy as 
her buttocks slapped resoundingly against the sheets beneath her as she 
heaved loud throating moans and hissed, feeling devastating waves of pain 
from his brutally charging assaults but enjoying each charging volley of 
sensation with a lewd unswerving ecstasy. 

As his sperm-bloated testicles unloaded and the seething floodtide of 
gushing penis liquid shot from the end of Jason's battering ram tool, he 
listened to the exciting sounds of sloshing cum as the cream detonated her 
ravaged vagina. 

He recalled slowly releasing his then satisfied cock from his devastated 
lover's cunt channel, and after that he had wrapped his arms around her warm 
body and kissed her lips breathlessly. 

Just remembering the wild invigorating episode of two nights earlier caused 
Jason's pulse to rise dramatically higher as he moved nearer to his 
destination. His heart began beating more thunderously than ever when he 
spotted the familiar cul-de-sac on which Ellen lived. He swung a sharp left 
turn, then abruptly applied the brakes a few seconds later as he pulled to a 
step in front of the gray two story apartment building where Ellen lived. 

Jason climbed out of his truck quickly, then strode in long, easy strides as 
he made his way to the back unit on the bottom floor which Ellen occupied. 
While his long legs quickly negotiated the distance Jason looked down once 
more at his trousers, observing the huge bulge in his crotch. A wry smile 
surfaced on his lips. He wanted it to be there for his lover the moment that 
she opened the door. That way she would most obviously get the point. 

Once more his thoughts flashed back to two nights earlier. He envisioned 
that beautiful twisting blonde butt, which he handled so admirably as his 
racing fingers twisted sharply against the shapely contours of flesh. Yes, 
he thought, it just had to he the best ass he'd ever seen, so curvaceous, so 
firm, so inspiring to touch and squeeze. 

Then there had been her always resilient breasts, so firm yet pliable, and 
every time that he touched them his scorching testicles would become a 
little more excited. 

Anyway that he sliced it, Jason Bogart thought as he pulled even with the 
front door of Ellen's apartment, he was a damned lucky guy to have Ellen 
Stacey as his woman. Right then he wouldn't have traded places with any man. 
He remembered calling his two friends at work that Ellen was the best piece 
of ass in Arizona. Now he was ready to amend his remark. As far as he was 
concerned she was the best piece of ass anywhere. 

With that thought firmly in mind, Jason reached out and rapped on Ellen's 
door. 

 Chapter Four 

When Jason failed to receive an answer following his first rappings at 
Ellen's door, he began rapping again, this time a little louder. 

Had it not been for the lights that were shining brightly from the living 
room, Jason might have concluded that Ellen was out. After several more 
seconds of rapping he heard the sound of approaching footsteps inside the 
apartment, causing his heart to pulsate with rising joy. His lover was there 
and seconds later he would be inside her apartment and driving his excited 
cock into her warmly compliant vagina. 

When Ellen opened the door her mouth flew open with surprise, which caused 
immediate concern for Jason. Even though he had driven to her apartment 
without providing her with advance warning, she was used to that type of 
thing, since he was following the custom with greater regularity as he got 
to know her better. Something else also seemed strange to him as he peered 
at Ellen. She was wearing her bright blue dress, the one she normally 
reserved for special occasions. 

"Aren't you gonna ask me in, sweetheart?" Jason finally asked grinningly 
after a long pause. 

Even though he did his best to act relaxed, Jason instantly sensed that 
something was wrong, even though he had no way of detecting just what it 
might be. For one thing, he could not help wondering just what Ellen was 
doing wearing her best dress and giving every outward appearance by so doing 
of being ready to go out. 

"You caught me by surprise, Jason," she replied in a tense, uncomfortable 
tone. "I don't have long to talk, but there is something I do have to talk 
to you about. I suppose it's just as well to get it over with now as later." 

Ellen held the door open for Jason, letting him proceed inside and into the 
living room, where he sat down on the sofa and wrinkled his brow with ever 
mounting concern, hoping that Ellen's ominous tone did not portend anything 
drastic. 

Ellen eased her beautifully proportioned body into a chair across from the 
sofa, causing the fearful concern within Jason to mount even more. It was 
her general custom to sit on the sofa with him, usually beginning with a 
slight difference separating them, which would swiftly and decisively be 
closed by Jason. 

"You look like you're ready to go out," Jason said. 

"Yes. I was just applying the last touches of make-up when I heard you 
knocking on the door." 

"Where were you going?" 

"That's the very thing that I have to talk to you about," Ellen began 
uncomfortably shifting in her chair, her eyes darting nervously about from 
one part of the room to another. 

"Yeah, go ahead," Jason braced himself, recognizing by then that things were 
very serious indeed. 

"Jason, before I met you I was going with one of the doctors at the 
hospital," Ellen let the words move swiftly from her mouth, fearing that 
they might not come out at all unless she let it all happen rapidly. 

"Well, we had a little bit of a fight at the time that I met you. We split 
up and, well, you asked me out and I started going with you." 

"So now the doctor is back on the scene?" Jason leaned forward and exploded, 
his voice rising sharply. 

"Please, Jason, the one thing I don't want is a scene," Ellen shook her 
head, grimacing uncomfortably. 

"How the hell do you expect me to take something like this?" he snarled, 
lowering his voice slightly. "You are my woman, you know." 

"Don't talk to me in that possessive manner," Ellen quickly struck back. 
"You don't own me." 

"But I can dominate you and you know it and furthermore you want it. You 
know damned well you do." 

"So much for emotional displays," Ellen shook her head disgustedly. "At any 
rate, we were going with each before and, well, in the last several weeks he 
has shown a renewed interest in me. I've been seeing him for lunch on a few 
occasions and now he's willing to make the kind of commitment that I was 
looking for." 

"Meaning you're gonna shack up with the son of a bitch," Jason fumed, his 
veins standing out in tense prominence against his temples. 

"You've got a foul mouth, Jason Bogart," Ellen snapped. 

"No, I've just got a way of smelling the truth, no matter how damned bad it 
happens to smell." 

"You always put things in such a crude way." 

"The way I put things was good enough for you for a long time. Until some 
smooth talking doctor bastard moves in and hands you a big line of silly 
bullshit." 

"You're talking about the man I'm gonna marry," she seethed angrily, her 
fists dramatically clenching and shaking. 

"So that's the commitment you were talking about." 

Even though Jason tried not to show it, the words had cut through him like a 
knife. 

"Yes, that's right. I always wanted him to marry me and that's why we split 
up before. He was married-" 

"And wanted you for a tidy little piece on the side," Jason sharply cut her 
off, his words laced with heavy sarcasm. 

"You can get out of here, you crude son of a bitch," Ellen pointed angrily 
toward the door. 

Jason Bogart had shattered Ellen's composure, and now tears were streaming 
down both sides of her face. Seeing the tears in her eyes and her hands 
shaking gave Jason the first measure of satisfaction he had obtained since 
entering her apartment. Since she had crushed him by her revelation it made 
him happy to be able to at least partially repay her by shattering her 
composure. He closed his huge, rock hard right hand and slammed it nervously 
into his open palm several times, aching for Ellen's doctor friend to show 
up so he could show him a few things that smooth talk could not possibly 
deter or prevent. 

"You don't understand a woman's feelings at all," she sobbed. "You have no 
sensitivity." 

"What you need, Ellen, is a good stiff prick and I've always been able to 
supply you with plenty of that." 

"What about my future?" 

"Hell, if we kept getting on as good as we were I was thinking of asking you 
to marry me. I didn't wanna act too fast, though, because I have had one 
divorce." 

Suddenly Ellen's crying ceased as she burst into loud, unrestrained 
laughter, which surprised Jason Bogart greatly. 

"Did I say something funny?" he asked in bewilderment. 

"Uproariously funny," she nodded, continuing to laugh for several seconds 
more before finally stopping. "What would you have to give a woman besides 
sex? Big deal, dinner every now and then at some sleazy little pizza parlor 
with a couple of beers, or maybe a night at the drive-in in your battered 
old pickup truck with you spending more time feeling me up than anything 
else. You're some kind of swell prize. My doctor friend is one of the top 
heart specialists in the West, has a beautiful mountain top home, a 
condominium in Lake Tahoe, and has a Mercedes sedan and a sports car. What 
have you got to compare to that?" 

By the time that she finished, Ellen was standing directly in front of 
Jason, staring down at him goadingly in the manner of a cat teasing a mouse. 

Jason's heart sank as she reproached him unmercifully for alleged 
insignificance. His face turned white and he began to clench both hands 
tightly. He finally jumped to his feet, then unclenched his right hand, 
getting set to deliver a stinging slap with it. 

"Yeah, go ahead, big man," she goaded him even further. "Prove just how big 
and bold you are by slapping me. Real men don't have to resort to that kind 
of violence." 

He dropped his right hand limply to his side, deciding not to slap her. 
Jason eyed her coldly as she began to speak once more. 

"You got yourself some good sex from a woman with a damned good body, so 
I've got no apologies to make to you," she sneered. 

"I can see it all so clearly now," Jason nodded as a sudden calmness came 
over him, one which enabled him to evaluate things in perspective. "I was 
good for drawing the other guy out. Wasn't that it?" 

"Think anything you want," she shrugged. 

"Sure, that was it. I know damned well that was it. Even though I wasn't 
good enough to think about seriously in marriage I was good enough to keep 
your hot body satisfied and to create competition for the doctor. I'll bet 
you played me up big to him, no doubt padding a little here or there when 
you figured you needed to, and so finally you got the son of a bitch to 
agree to leave his wife so you could move right into the center of the 
picture." 

"Jason, you're pathetic," she ridiculed him with more laughter. "For all 
your huffing and puffing and your big bad man act you're really pathetic and 
I pity you. But you will have to excuse me. I have to get ready to go out." 

"I feel like sticking around long enough to meet this guy," Jason smiled 
fiendishly, his mustache twitching at the edges. "That's the least you owe 
me after all those beautiful screws I gave you. And maybe we can compare 
notes. Does he ride your pussy with as much clout as I gave you?" 

A nervous expression surfaced on Ellen's face the moment that Jason 
suggested waiting for the doctor to arrive. It made Jason feel a little less 
uncomfortable to see her arrogant self-confidence shattered for at least a 
little while. 

"Listen, Jason, I'm sorry if I sounded harsh," Ellen finally said in a 
conciliatory tone, "but you know what happens when people start arguing. I 
want badly to part friends with you. I really mean that. But please, don't 
stay and cause a scene. I beg of you." 

"Okay. I won't stay and cause a scene, but you know damned well we ain't 
parting as friends," Jason said calmly, turning and beginning to walk toward 
the door. "For one thing, I can see that we never were friends. I was madly 
in love with you and I was just being used to serve a purpose and goad the 
guy you wanted back into your life on your own terms." 

Ellen said nothing as Jason opened the door and left the apartment. He 
looked at her one last time before shutting the door behind him. Jason 
observed Ellen heaving a sigh of relief. He had scared her by suggesting 
remaining behind to talk to her doctor friend. 

Jason walked in a half-daze back to his truck. He climbed inside and sat 
behind the wheel in restless silence for a few minutes. At first he thought 
about staying where he was until Ellen's presumed husband-to-be arrived. 
Then he could show the son of a bitch just what he thought about him and 
gain at least a partial measure of satisfaction by slamming his rugged, 
mallet-like hands against his face. But after thinking about that possible 
course of action for a few moments the anger subsided enough for Jason to 
start analyzing things a little more calmly. He knew he had a terrible 
temper. That coupled with his powerful body was enough to get him into a lot 
of trouble when one triggered the other into violent action. He had even 
done time a few years back for assault and battery as a result of a drunken 
brawl he had gotten into one night in a Phoenix bar and he would only be 
asking for big trouble if he lit into Ellen's doctor friend when his past 
record was taken in to consideration. On top of that, he reflected further, 
if he was gonna beat somebody up the logical party against whom to extract 
revenge was Ellen rather than the doctor. He could plainly see that the 
doctor was a manipulated tool of Ellen's feminine wiles and selfish desires 
in the same manner that he had been. No, he decided, if the doctor stuck 
around her long enough, and most particularly if he married Ellen, he would 
end up taking a much worse pasting than his own iron fists could ever mete 
out. 

Just as Jason had decided that it would be better not to take on Ellen's 
doctor friend he saw the approaching lights of a black Mercedes 450 SEL 
approaching. His body tensed and for a moment he thought about sticking 
around long enough to at least get a good look at the man for whom Ellen had 
turned him out. But he decided against satisfying his curiosity even to that 
extent. Jason did not trust himself that much. No, he concluded, if he stuck 
around long enough to just get a look at the doctor he might be tempted to 
get out of his truck and at least have a few words with him. One thing could 
very easily lead to another, eventually terminating in violence. 

Jason made certain not to turn his head in the direction of the Mercedes as 
it passed his own truck, then pulled to a stop across the street from the 
apartment building where Ellen lived. 

He wasn't taking any chances since things were bleak enough as is. Jason 
recalled the lawyer who defended him at his criminal trial warning him that 
he had the kind of temper that could, if not properly checked, caused him to 
kill or at least seriously wound somebody sometime. He had taken the 
lawyer's warning seriously enough to where, up until this very night he had 
not even been tempted to resort to violence. 

Even when some obnoxious drunks had tried to goad him into fighting several 
times in bars subsequent to his scrape with the law Jason had been able to 
say no. 

So Jason gunned his engine and drove away from Ellen's as fast as he could, 
never once looking back, his heart filled with despair. 

 Chapter Five 

A bitterly distraught Jason, feeling like his life was at an end, decided to 
drive to the cocktail lounge connected to the bowling alley where he did a 
good deal of his drinking, particularly after he finished bowling. But this 
was not an occasion where he decided to bowl. All he wanted to do was get 
damned drunk, so sloppy stinking drunk that maybe it would at least 
partially ease the piercing pain he felt as a result of Ellen turning him 
out of her life. 

Sam, the jovial, heavy set bartender was working when Jason strode into the 
almost empty bar, an angry scowl on his face. Usually Sam joked with Jason, 
but when he saw the scowl and the terse manner with which he ordered a 
double scotch on the rocks, the astute bartender correctly concluded that 
Jason wanted to be left alone. He had waited on enough customers to be able 
to quickly sense the mood of a customer and whether he wanted to talk or not 
and he could easily see that Jason most definitely did not want to talk. 

Jason continued ordering double scotches on the rocks until reaching the 
point where his eyes became bloodshot and he had grown groggy enough to 
where he could ease off a little and switch to singles, but the thing that 
angered him the most was his inability to divorce his thoughts from Ellen 
even for a second. The hurts and frustrations continued to plague his 
troubled mind. 

He had been drinking a little over an hour when he heard the sound of 
familiar voices. Even before looking up from the half empty glass before 
him, Jason Bogart knew that the two familiar voices belonged to his bowling 
and drinking buddies Darrell Oglesby and Charlie Wicker. He no sooner looked 
up before the two smiling men descended on him. Jason's expression 
completely gave away his feelings and the smiles quickly vanished from the 
faces of Jason's friends, being replaced by expressions of concern. 

"Jason, you look like something's definitely bothering you," Charlie said, 
stopping a few feet away from Jason. 

"Whatever's troubling you, maybe we can help," Darrell said. 

"Damned right. That's what friends are for," Charlie said. 

"Naw, there's nothing anybody can do about this," Jason replied sadly. "You 
guys just finish bowling?" 

"Just finished two good games," Darrell nodded. "How'd you like to join us 
for one or two more?" 

"Sure," Charlie quickly concurred. "Might be just the thing to get your mind 
off your troubles." 

"No thanks. The only thing I feel like doing is getting drunk and forgetting 
and so far I can't even seem to get drunk, much less forget." 

"Okay, so at least you can ease your troubled mind by talking things over 
with us," Darrell said. "Get it off your chest before friends." 

"Good advice, Darrell," Charlie said. "I'll order a round of drinks and we 
can sit down at a booth over there. It'll be more private." 

Even though Jason hated the idea of having to reveal anything to his two 
friends, and was wishing that they would just leave him alone, he was not 
about to express such a desire to them. After all, they were genuinely 
trying to help, and just maybe talking to them would, as they suggested, 
ease his crushed inner being at least a little. 

Jason took two quick stiff gulps of Scotch before launching into an account 
of what happened that night. Several times he became emotional and began to 
raise his voice. Darrell, attired in his customary white cowboy hat, white 
long-sleeved shirt and clean blue jeans with his shiny belt buckle with the 
glittering longhorn, did his best to calm Jason down, ultimately succeeding 
by telling him that none of what had happened was worth getting that upset 
about. 

During Jason's revelations Darrell would occasionally ask a question for 
elaboration's sake while Charlie was satisfied to sit with his arms folded 
and listen. Charlie wore a short-sleeved sport shirt and heavy shades of 
perspiration splotched the armpits of it. 

As soon as Jason finished, the theretofore largely silent Charlie curled his 
lips in a snarl, clenched his fists, and launched into a bitter account of 
his own relating to his treatment at the hands of women. 

"I know just how you feel, Jason old buddy, believe me I do," he declared. 
"You know, I've been married and divorced twice. Bet you didn't know that, 
did you?" 

"No. You never mentioned it before around me," an astonished Jason Bogart 
replied. 

"I didn't know it either," Darrell said. 

"Of course you guys didn't, because I've hardly told anybody. But since poor 
old Jason feels like he's been stepped on I'll tell you about my 
experiences. The first one, hell, I could hardly even get her to go to bed. 
She was always putting me off and telling me she didn't like this or that, 
and she was always accusing me of being a sex fiend if I asked for it at 
all. That was in Tucson. So you know what finally happened?" 

"What?" an interested Darrell asked. 

"She sued me for divorce. Told me there was no way we could make a go of it. 
By then I was all for getting away from her, and so I agreed. But then she 
got up before the judge and told him that I was a wild sex crazy freak who 
was trying to get her to fuck all the time and that it was making her a 
damned nervous wreck. Hell, I saw red then. My lawyer told me to keep my 
cool but nobody was gonna stop me then from having my say. I just up and 
said that she was telling a damned bald-faced lie and that this claim about 
me being a sex maniac was just a weak attempt to cover up the fact that she 
was frigid, so damned frigid she'd cause a ruckus anytime I wanted to go to 
bed with her, no matter how long it had been since I got my rocks off. The 
thing finally turned into a three ring circus. The attorneys got into one 
shouting match after another, this damned little snippy bitch I was married 
to kept breaking down and sobbing, and the papers had a real field day, 
along with the television people. They had to clean a lot of it up, but they 
still had enough left that they could tell to entertain everybody. The whole 
thing left me feeling so embarrassed that I up and quit my job and went to 
Albuquerque and tried to make a fresh start." 

"So what happened then?" Jason asked, his mind diverted from his own 
misfortunes for the first time that night. 

"I worked hard at this restaurant job I had, hard enough to save me some 
money so I could buy me a place of my own. Small place, but nice, with 
potential. There was this cute little redhead, soft spoken, the kind of 
sweet kid you dream about taking home and showing off to mother." 

"Only, that's not the way she really was, I bet," Darrell speculated. 

"I was getting to all that," Charlie said. "Anyhow, I finally married her 
and even though I said she didn't have to work a shift as a waitress anymore 
she insisted on working, telling me that she wanted to do her part to get 
the restaurant off to a big start. She said that once it was going big that 
she'd quit then if I wanted her to." 

"Was she a good waitress?" Jason asked. 

"Too damned good," Charlie frowned. "She had quite a personality, that one 
did. So one night after we closed the place and were getting ready to leave 
she told me that she was gonna divorce me and marry this guy, this steady 
customer that I'd known even longer than I'd known her, a manager of a 
trucking company. Well, after she left me I couldn't stand being around that 
restaurant anymore, even though it was bringing me in good steady money. It 
was like she was still there and I was always seeing her, so I sold it and 
moved here. I can sure sympathize with you, Jason, because I had it stuck to 
me twice." 

Darrell had listened patiently to both Jason and Charley unraveling their 
stories. He mopped some sweat from his red, leathery face, then began 
talking. 

"Hearing you guys makes me think of this snotty little bitch that I just 
can't get to first base with," he began, speaking in a slow drawl. 

"Maybe you're lucky you've never gotten to first base," Charley said, 
"because it would cost you too damned much in the end." 

"You've got a point there," Jason said. 

"But I tell you, she has my cock and balls in an uproar anytime I see her. 
Her name's Dawn Gerald and she's got the smoothest coal black hair you ever 
saw, the sexiest thick dark lashes, big beautiful eyes and a body that just 
won't quit. She works at a restaurant across the street from the ranch where 
I work as a riding instructor. She's just a young gal in her early twenties 
or so and one day I worked up enough nerve to ask her out. The damned little 
bitch, some young little waitress in a restaurant mind you, started acting 
like she was queen of the whole frigging universe. Damn was she nasty." 

"What did she say?" Charlie asked. 

"She told me I was a dumb, shiftless cowboy with horseshit on my boots. Can 
you imagine such a damned nasty thing to say? She told me that there was no 
way she was ever gonna go out with somebody like me, that she wanted 
somebody with plenty of dough or at least the prospects for making plenty of 
it so that she wouldn't have to wait tables anymore. That one crack really 
got me about my boots and all. Hell, I keep them clean all the time." 

"Bitches like Ellen and this Dawn need to be taught a lesson," Jason Bogart 
snarled, finishing his drink. 

Jason ordered a fresh round, and as the drinks were being served, Charlie 
Wicker became immersed in thought. When he finally spoke, Jason and Darrell 
both sat up and took immediate notice. 

"I was just thinking about what Jason said," he began. 

"Said about what?" Jason asked 

"About these bitches needing to be taught a lesson. I've got an idea, a damn 
good one, if you guys are daring enough to go along with it." 

"I'm daring enough to go along with anything right now," Jason said. 

"Me too," Darrell nodded. 

"Okay, here's the pitch, Charlie said, leaning over and beginning to speak 
considerably lower than before. "You remember me telling you about that old 
ranch I inherited from my Uncle Herman when he died a few months back?" The 
other two men nodded. "It's located up in the mountains off the beaten path, 
outside of Scottsdale. Herman was a damned strange guy, a real hermit, and 
he wanted to be away from everyone and everything, which this place 
definitely is" 

"Are you about to suggest what I think you are?" the long, lean cowboy asked 
as the construction worker listened with rapt attention. 

"If you guys are game we can fix up the barn of that place and turn it into 
a regular pain palace and pleasure palace at the same time, and we can get 
plenty of satisfaction by disciplining snotty bitches who deserve it at the 
same time." 

"As long as you'll include that damned cunt Ellen then count me in," Jason 
laughed, wondering if Charlie was simply letting off steam or if he was 
serious. 

Seeing as how your misfortune spurred all this talk and got us thinking in 
this vein I think it would be only proper to start by kidnapping this Ellen 
and taking turns on her. Now how does that sound to you?" 

"You really are serious about it," Jason exclaimed. 

"I am if you guys are," the muscular, soft spoken Charlie said in a 
determined tone. "Here's what I'm thinking. If we're clever about this we 
can kidnap these dames so that nobody will know what happened and then we 
can keep them as prisoners at this place. Wait'll you see it. I mean, it's 
hidden amidst those mountains so it's just about impossible to find unless 
you know where you're going. So I'm figuring we get a stable of girls 
together and then, real discreet you know, solicit some customers. Guys who 
wanna bang the girls." 

"And meanwhile we're getting all we want," Jason said, his eyes widening 
with interest. 

"Absolutely right," Charlie said. "As a matter of fact, we can run a unique 
whore house. We can give guys a chance to get even with women who have done 
them dirt at least vicariously by giving these bitches all kinds of hell." 

"I like it. I absolutely love it," Darrell threw his head back and laughed. 
"I just hope that we can include this fucking little bitch waitress Dawn 
Gerald in our plans." 

"Why not go after her after we've broken in Ellen the right way," Jason 
said. 

"Good, it sounds great," Charlie said. "Hell, I don't give a damn about this 
machine operator's job I've got anyway. I'd give anything to get out of the 
rat race. Damn, I never thought I'd ever find a use for that old ranch out 
in the middle of nowhere. It'd never bring any kind of a price being as 
remote as it is." 

"But its remoteness is just the thing that makes it so damned useful to us." 
Darrell grinned, warming up to the idea with each passing minute. 

The trio finished off its drinks, after which Charlie ordered a fresh round 
and they talked quietly but with great interest about their future plans and 
the exquisite use they would make of the ranch that Charlie inherited from 
his uncle. They didn't leave the bar until a few minutes past twelve and 
agreed to drive out to the ranch on Saturday morning. 

 Chapter Six 

The three men met and drove in Jason's pickup truck to the small ranch that 
Charley Wicker inherited from his hermit uncle. 

They immediately agreed that the place had possibilities as far as their 
objectives were concerned. When they examined the spacious barn, which was 
larger than the relatively small house, they agreed that it was ideal for 
their purpose. Darrell agreed to furnish a set of whips that he owned and 
used in his work as a cowboy, while Jason volunteered to lead a building 
project to get the barn up to their inner specifications and to enlarge the 
size of the main living quarters, which they all agreed was not of 
sufficient size of house for all three men and their female prisoners. And 
so they worked on weekends for the next month, rigging up a cell-like 
dwelling for their captives, complete with barred windows and heavy, 
padlocked doors so they would not be able to escape. The men agreed that 
nothing should be left to chance. 

When the building had been completed, the men sprawled out in front of a 
mountain behind the converted barn late on a Sunday afternoon and opened a 
fresh six pack of beer, with which they would celebrate their triumph in 
stage one of the operation. 

As Jason took a long cold swig of beer, his lips tensed as he contemplated 
getting revenge against Ellen Stacey at long last. He had spent many 
sleepless nights the last month smarting with turbulent anger, impatiently 
awaiting the moment when he would be able to exact his revenge. The words 
rang in his ears one by one with devastating impact, the words of the smug 
and bitingly sarcastic Ellen a, she read him the riot act and told him that 
the doctor she was planning to marry was worth a lot more money than Jason. 
He was a proud man and hated to be put down in such a nasty fashion. Now he 
would achieve revenge 

"Let's get right down to brass tacks," Jason said. "Let's kidnap that little 
bitch Ellen right off and give her what's coming to her. The only privileged 
treatment that I ask for is that I get first dibs. I've got a score to 
settle with her." 

"That's okay by me," Darrell said. "Just as long as we all get to break her 
in just right. Sooner the better, far as I'm concerned." 

After a moment's pause Charlie Wicker spoke his piece. 

"I think Jason oughta get first crack, he's sure as hells entitled to it," 
Charlie agreed, "but I think we oughta wait about two weeks before pulling 
off the kidnapping. You see, we've all gotta make our independent plans to 
leave town, or at least make everybody we know think we're leaving town, and 
that has to be done independently. As badly as we wanna get this rolling, we 
don't want to trip ourselves up by acting hastily." 

"You've got a point there, Charlie," Darrell nodded. "Everything you said is 
okay by me." 

"Same here," Jason grinned. "Just as long as I'm on that kidnapping team." 

"I was thinking that maybe Darrell and I oughta handle that alone," Charlie 
said. 

"Why in hell you wanna do that?" Jason asked with surprise. 

"For one thing she doesn't know us," Charlie explained. "There'll be more 
chances of a sticky emotional scene if you're there on the scene, and I 
wouldn't really blame you the way the lousy little twat treated you. Then 
I've got another reason as well for thinking that way." 

"Go ahead." Jason listened with interest. 

"I'm figuring that you can be back at the place all ready to go. Then when 
we get her out here and drag her into the barn, untie her, take off her 
blindfold and all, then what have we got? We've got horny and angry Jason 
all set to jump on her, and will she ever be shocked to hell when she sees 
you." 

Charlie no sooner finished speaking than Jason slapped his knee, then burst 
into rollicking laughter. A few seconds later Darrell Oglesby did the same. 
All the while Charlie sat watching them with a grin. 

"You're a genius, Charlie, a damned genius, Jason said. "I like it, I like 
the sound of the whole thing." 

"And you're just the stud who's gonna break her in right when we deliver her 
to you," Charlie winked. 

It was almost three weeks later that Charley and Darrell waited in Charlie's 
red Volkswagen across the street from Ellen Stacey's apartment. Even though 
Jason's pickup truck would have given them more room, they knew that Ellen 
was intimately familiar with it. They had observed the beautiful blonde walk 
hand-in-hand toward her apartment with the slender, bespectacled doctor 
after they exited his Mercedes sedan some three hours before. With Jason's 
help they had a working diagram in their heads of Ellen's apartment, and he 
had told them that she often left the back door open, locking it just before 
turning in. But wait! they thought. Perhaps that would not be needed. Maybe 
there would be an easier way! 

"Do you see what I see?" Darrell grinned, watching as Ellen and the doctor 
walked arm-in-arm in the darkness toward his Mercedes 

"I sure do," Charlie smiled. "Two lovebirds." 

"Very touching." 

"I'd like to clobber old smart ass. He really thinks he's something." 

"Only it increases our risk," Charlie reminded. 

"I know. Just wishing." 

"I think this is gonna work out just beautifully." 

Darrell and Charlie watched as Ellen and the doctor exchanged one last 
passionate evening lip kiss in front of his car, after which he opened the 
door and stepped inside. Ellen watched him drive off, waving until the sedan 
turned the corner and passed out of sight. 

"Time to do your stuff, Darrell," Charlie said. 

"Damned right." 

Charlie watched as Darrell picked up the long, shiny, steel-bladed knife 
that he had brought along for the occasion. He moved stealthily but swiftly 
toward Ellen, who was beginning to walk back across the street and toward 
her apartment building. Darrell reached out and threw his right hand over 
her mouth, thrusting the edge of the knife just barely against the edge of 
her back so that she would know what was there. 

"One sound and I carve you up like a Thanksgiving turkey," the rugged cowboy 
whispered with contempt. "This way, blonde bitch. We're gonna take a nice 
little ride together." 

Once that they got the terrified, steadily trembling Ellen Stacey into the 
back seat of Charlie's Volkswagen they tied her up, blindfolded her, and 
gagged her mouth so that she could do very little other than breathe. 

"Now we're gonna have some fun," Charlie looked at Darrell and winked as he 
started up the car. 

"Yeah, we can't keep our old friend Jason waiting any longer than 
necessary," Darrell replied. 

Jason Bogart sat on a stool gulping down his third nervous beer in a row. It 
had taken a lot longer than he had hoped, and he feared that maybe something 
had gone wrong. He wore nothing but a robe and slippers, and everything was 
in place in the converted barn that would now serve as a pleasure-pain 
palace. The mats were all in place in the middle of the vast room, and the 
contraption that Jason had thought up and built was also in place, a 
swing-like contraption connected to the ceiling complete with straps so that 
a victim could be subdued and fucked in any way that the attacker or 
attackers desired. And then there were the trusty whips donated by Darrell 
which hung from nails in a special corner of the vast room. 

Just when Jason was becoming increasingly worried about his two friends and 
the whole kidnapping enterprise he observed the door fling open. His heart 
began pulsating and his cock immediately stiffened as he jumped up from his 
stool and watched Charlie and Darrell dragging a totally helpless Ellen in 
to the room. She was still wearing the glittering golden dress that the 
doctor had recently bought for her, and that she had worn on her date that 
evening. They had, had quick sex shortly after returning home from dinner at 
a restaurant, after which they had talked in the living room. 

"Here she is," Darrell said as the cowboy and Charlie threw her crudely 
downward onto the white mats that had been rolled onto the floor. 

Jason said nothing, but the triumphant smile which spread across his entire 
face told the whole story. While Darrell and Charlie were untying their 
victim, an aroused Jason kicked off his slippers and removed his robe. He 
walked quickly over to the corner of the room where the whips hung, picking 
up a shiny black model and holding it firmly, restlessly, in his right hand. 

As had been planned, Darrell and Charlie waited until the end to remove 
Ellen's blindfold and gag. When they did, she was staring directly up at 
Jason's hairy naked body, his cock throbbing with agitating stiffness, his 
right hand holding the black whip. The cold mean stare he gave her was the 
equivalent of a thousand words as far as expressing his inner feelings was 
concerned. 

"Jason, oh honey, what are you doing here?" Ellen asked fearfully, her jaw 
hanging and lips quivering as she kept staring at Jason. 

"I'm ready to give you the lesson you deserve," he barked. 

"I... I really didn't mean what I said that night," Ellen's face turned 
white and she began sobbing unrestrainedly, her terror-filled blue eyes 
focused on the black whip that Jason held menacingly in his right hand. "You 
know I love you, Jason, I always have. Please turn me loose. I'll never say 
anything to anybody." 

"Like hell," Jason snarled. 

"No, honey, honestly, darling, honestly. I'd never think of turning you or 
your friends in." 

"What a load of crap," Darrell Oglesby laughed sarcastically. "Now that 
you've got the bitch cornered, Jason, she's sounding a whole lot different 
than last time." 

"You're damned right," Jason said, beginning to move closer to Ellen, his 
cock firm and rock hard with desire. 

"We had to wait a long time for her," Charlie said. "I guess the old doctor 
was fucking her." 

"I'll just bet," Jason nodded slowly, stopping inches away from Ellen. 

"You want us to tear everything off of her and make things easier for you, 
Jason?" Darrell asked, his eyes beaming with enthusiasm over the prospect of 
stripping every bit of clothing from the voluptuous blonde as his own member 
swelled with wanton lust. 

"Yeah, right now, no time better'n the present," Jason said. 

Jason watched, growing more aroused with each passing second as he saw 
Darrell and Charlie throw themselves down on the mat on top of the pleading, 
tearful Ellen, who shrieked loudly as they savagely ripped her dress from 
her body. 

"Please, oh no, please don't hurt me, we can be friends," she sobbed and 
shrieked, but all to no avail as her pursuers completely ignored her 
pleading gasps. 

Once that they finished ripping her dress from her trembling alabaster body 
she lay vulnerably on the mats wearing nothing other than a crisp while 
brassiere and matching bikini panties as both Darrell and Charlie eyed her 
hungrily. Noticeable bulges surfaced in their crotches that she observed, 
causing her to become more fearful than ever. 

"She's built every bit as good as you say she is," Charlie gulped. "No 
wonder you were doing so much bragging, Jason, when you were going with 
her." 

"That's right," Jason said, "and we're all gonna get all the kicks we want 
out of that body and we don't even have to ask. No, this bitch is gonna do 
exactly as we tell her." 

"Let's finish stripping her," Darrell panted, his eyes flashing lewdly as 
they took in every curvaceous inch of her creamy flesh. 

Jason's cock hardened more noticeably than ever as he watched his two 
partners in crime reach down and complete the job of stripping Ellen 
completely naked. Charlie's fingers moved quickly toward her brassiere, 
quivering with urgency as they ripped at the back of it, promptly removing 
it as he watched her firm ivory tits pop free in all their salacious jutting 
glory. 

While Charlie accomplished his objective of removing Ellen's brassiere and 
letting her tits fall free, Darrell reached down and made a swift grab for 
her crisp white panties. His fingers clasped tightly against the waistband 
of them, after which he tugged sharply and pulled them down her legs and off 
of her. 

When Darrell got his first glimpse of Ellen's thick furry forest of dazzling 
white pubic hair and her captivating pink vagina his heart began to pound 
and he started to wonder just how long he could possibly wait before he 
would have to plunge his torrid meaty spear into action against his captive 
target. His eyes scrutinized her fleecy pubic vee and he immediately 
detected drippings of thick white sperm in her matted pubic hairs which 
indicated emphatically that she had recently engaged in sex. 

"Oh my, now what have we here?" Darrell burst into loud sarcastic laughter. 
"Our little captive here had sex earlier tonight." 

"That ain't gonna bother me none," Jason Bogart spat contemptuously, 
"because I wasn't figuring on fucking her pussy anyway." 

"Now that we've taken all her clothes off you want us to tie her up or 
anything, Jason?" Charlie asked. 

"Nah, I'll take her on just like she is," Jason's eyes rolled with lusty 
excitement as he peered down at the naked form of the one and only woman who 
had ever carnally driven him out of his mind. He recalled those many 
sleepless nights in the torturing aftermath of the break-up with him, when 
he had seen that same sleek ivory form rolling on a bed, just waiting to be 
fucked. Now he had her right where he wanted her, and he knew one thing for 
sure. He would not play things like a gentleman and consult her before 
engaging in a particular sex act. Instead he would do precisely what he felt 
like whether she liked it or not and, hopefully, she would bitterly dislike 
much of what he would do so that she would have to suffer that much more. 
Yes, Jason was hell-bent on revenge, and was determined to prove to Ellen 
that he was fully in charge. 

"Then we'd better get the hell away from here and clear out for Jason," 
Charlie told Darrell. "He gets the first shot on this one." 

"Sure thing," Darrell said. 

Even though Jason's two partners wanted to tie into Ellen's beautiful body 
so badly that they could taste it, they knew that they would have their 
chances later, and in the interim they could watch the vengeful Jason get 
back at the woman who had left him. 

A look of terror filled Ellen's expressive blue eyes as Charlie and Darrell 
backed away, gesturing to their friend Jason that it was his game to play 
anyway that he desired. 

Even though she hated Charlie and Darrell, Ellen had felt a little safer 
knowing that they were standing around talking rather than forcibly 
attacking her. They had been prolonging her fate, and as Jason began to 
stealthily advance her heart pounded with increasing terror as she began to 
recognize what was in store for her. There was the shiny black whip in his 
quivering hand, and she was only too well aware of the probability of his 
using it. 

Ellen could hear his heavy breathing as he stood within inches of her. Jason 
reached back, then delivered it with bristling impact as it landed on her 
left ass cheek with a crisp, ringing thud. Ellen began to sob and her body 
trembled as she desperately pleaded with Jason while the tears rolled 
profusely down both sides of her face. 

"Please, oh please," she begged. "Jason. Don't hurt me. I always did like 
you better than my fianc . I was getting ready to break up with him and go 
back to you. Honest I was." 

"You're not only a treacherous bitch, but you're a liar too," Jason shouted 
bitterly. 

Just hearing Ellen make such a statement in desperation to him caused Jason 
to fume with greater hatred. Once more he used the whip on her left buttock, 
allowing it to crash against her skin with even more bruising impact than 
before. This time her buttock began to noticeably swell and redden, which 
caused him to drive onward with even greater desire and anger. Several times 
in rapid succession the black whip made sharp, crackling impact against her 
stinging flesh, and after he got through with her left asscheeks he went to 
work with the same degree of smoldering hatred as the whip cut sharply 
against her right asscheeks over and over. 

At first Ellen shrieked at the top of her lungs, begging Jason to please 
stop, telling him that she had not meant to say anything nasty to him, but 
Jason remained unappeased as the whip kept thrashing against her, tearing 
her skin several times as trickles of blood surfaced. 

"How can you do this to me?" she sobbed in desperation at one point. "You 
said that you had feeling, genuine feeling for me, and now you're beating me 
savagely." 

Eventually Jason tossed the whip aside. Once he discarded it, he threw 
himself down on top of his cringing victim, who continued to sob in painful 
desperation. 

"Just open that mouth of yours," he shouted as his body landed on top of the 
mat. "I'm gonna throatfuck you like you wouldn't believe." 

As Jason extended his legs on both sides of Ellen's head and reached down 
and began stroking the firm fleshy length of his hard, resolute cock, he 
thought back to the times that Ellen had managed to sweet talk him out of 
having to give him blow jobs. A few times she had reluctantly gone through 
with the process, but Jason recalled that blow jobs had always been a sore 
point with him because they had been a sore point with her. Now she had no 
choice and he would do exactly as he saw fit. It made Jason feel good to 
know that she was totally helpless. 

"Just keep that big mouth of yours open," he snarled, "because I'm gonna ram 
my prick down your throat." 

Jason's breathing began to come in short puffy gasps as he pushed his stiff, 
blood-engorged member forward, aiming it for the wet salacious opening of 
her mouth. He wanted to engulf her with his solid, dominating manliness and 
watch her squirm helplessly under the steadily driving assaults of his 
steaming cudgel. 

Before his hard aroused prick made its initial penetration into the helpless 
confines of Ellen's gullet, he reached down with surging anxiety and guided 
his fingers crisply against Ellen's crinkly breasts. He wanted to hurt her 
with his pinching efforts and did so, grinding flesh against flesh as she 
moaned painfully. He loved hearing the moans, recognizing that his finger 
efforts were bearing fruit and that he was hurting this beautiful but 
unfaithful blonde who had left him and crushed him. Now he was repaying her, 
giving her an idea through his aggressive physical contact just how much 
pain he had felt in a different sense when she had left him. 

While his fingers kept pinching against the soft but firm warmth of her ripe 
ivory melons, which were beginning to redden under his painful onslaught, he 
kept plunging his spasming cock forward. She closed her eyes and grimaced as 
he ramrodded his blazing cock into the outer edges of her mouth, recognizing 
that he would be plunging in much deeper as time elapsed. 

"Naw, you never liked giving head," he snarled bitterly. "Well, you're gonna 
find out what it's like to give head. I m gonna rip your mouth with my stiff 
prick." 

Darrell and Charlie watched the action with mounting interest from a few 
feet away, recognizing all the while how much it meant to their good friend 
Jason to obtain revenge from Ellen. 

His stiff, torrid cock began to slash and charge with unrestrained zeal as 
Jason began throwing caution to the winds, sliding his determined sword into 
her dominated mouth, stuffing his thick, bloated member into the cavernous 
depth of her throat. As he pushed his steaming vehicle all the way to the 
base of her throat, the helpless Ellen could scarcely breathe. Several times 
she thought she would choke on his devastating dagger, and all the while his 
steaming fingers continued to solidly and restlessly press against her firm 
warm mounds of breast flesh. 

Sweat began to stream down both sides of Jason's face as he kept tensely 
grinding his rigid member into the piercing depths of her helpless throat, 
and as he kept on driving his dominating spear into her stuffed mouth, he 
quickly removed his fingers from her breasts and plunged them against her 
pink nipples. He let his fingers twist against her nipples as he exercised 
enough force to precipitate pain, all the while filling her helpless mouth 
with his engulfing manmeat. 

Jason's body tightened and his ass cheeks swung in a rapid circuitous 
movement while he kept driving his sturdy flinging pole into Ellen's 
helpless mouth as her body reeled drunkenly while the pummeling attack 
continued. A few flaming cock blasts later he began to feel a nervous 
twitching at his torrid, bloated testicles, informing him just how close he 
was to the point of a scalding orgasm. 

He dramatically began to slow up his movements, desiring to prolong his wild 
throatfuck as long as possible, to batter Ellen with his slashing prick 
attack until the spewing droplets of his prolific white cream gushed from 
the end of his thundering spear. 

His helpless victim's jaw began to ache from the scorching attack to which 
she was being subjected by Jason. Ellen's head began to spin in a 
semi-drunken daze, and in her acute pain she could not help but hate the 
savage Jason with every ounce of breath in her. She recalled how she had 
always thought him a little on the crude side, and now she could not help 
but think of him as anything other than a terrible beast. 

Jason's battering-ram prick continued to drive and twist as it penetrated 
once more to the base of his victim's throat. He swelled with pride and his 
face broke into a triumphant smile as he once more stepped up his pace, 
plunging his stiff soaring cock deep into Ellen's mouth. She closed her eyes 
and grimaced once more, coming close to gagging on his attacking cock once 
again. 

Even though she hated him for subjecting her to such pain and humiliation, 
there was something exciting about the way that Jason was taking charge and 
severely pummeling her with his sharp, lancing movements, and as he drove 
himself that much nearer to that irresistible moment when the broiling penis 
fluid would have to prolifically dart from the searing end of the spongy tip 
of his elongated organ, Ellen actually began to anticipate his unswerving 
blasts, painful as they were, with a certain measure of enjoyment. She 
wondered if something was happening to her mind since she would have to 
alternately open and close her eyes to more easily endure the seemingly 
interminable pain. Yet through it all there remained tremendous thrills that 
she also derived from his sharp and steady intrusions into the cavernous 
depths of her mouth. 

"You're really giving her a wild workout, Jason," Darrell called out 
excitedly. "I hope there'll still be a little left over for Charlie and me." 

"Don't worry," Jason laughed. "This bitch can bounce back. All she needs is 
somebody like me to break her in." 

"While you're breaking her in, just see that you don't break her period," 
Charlie laughed. 

Darrell and Charlie could barely stand to watch the appealing sight of their 
friend Jason totally taking charge of and dominating the reeling blonde, 
whose battered mouth continued feeling the brunt of Jason's incessantly 
plunging staff. As the rugged construction worker neared the point of 
climax, he removed his busy fingers from his victim's prickly nipples and 
let them sink against the sore mounds of her previously white but now 
crimson ass cheeks. He noticed the unsightly scratches and the splotches of 
dried blood emanating from his wild whip assault, which had gotten things 
underway a few minutes earlier with a tumultuous thud. 

The moment that his fingers sharply grabbed hold of the firm ass globes his 
victim let out a painful gasp, which did not surprise Jason one bit, since 
he knew how swollen her buttocks must have been following his whip attack. 

It thrilled Jason to know that he was hurting Ellen since he believed firmly 
with everything in him that she definitely deserved it. He let his 
fingernails dig into her sensitive assflesh, causing her buttocks to squirm 
more rapidly than ever as he put the finishing touches on his throatfuck, 
burying his overpowering erect cock as deeply as he knew how in her mouth. 

"Oh damn, you've got her now," an excited Darrell said as his erect penis 
rolled around inside his trousers. "Just keep ramming her with your dick, 
Jason. Damn, you're really giving her a fuck." 

Jason's body rocked with increasing exhilaration and his heart started 
pounding more pulsatingly than before as he grunted and gasped, driving his 
stiff blood-engorged tool deep inside her until he could stand it no more. 
The first clue as to how close he was to exploding his large deposit of 
thick white juice came when a few tiny droplets of fluid oozed out of the 
end of his thundering instrument. 

A few quick, jolting stabs later he felt the scalding juices in his 
mushrooming balls and knew that the spurting phallic floodtide within him 
just had to be released from the end of his charging cock. There was no 
looking back, nor could he ease off on his pace as he had done once before. 
No, he knew, there was no easing off when a person had come this far. 

His wiggling buttocks glided back and forth and he heaved a loud gasp as 
Jason felt the first few droplets of flowing white semen begin to spurt from 
the end of his steaming pole, which continued to collide with the back of 
Ellen's throat. 

Ellen realized she was getting a terrible headache, but hardly had time to 
even think about it as the torrential spurting droplets of Jason's escaping 
jissum thundered wildly from the nub end of his inflamed prick as a raging 
genital heat enveloped him and his balls remained bloated with helpless 
naked lust. 

The first few jetting blasts of semen were almost enough to convince Ellen 
that she was going to drown in Jason's sperm. She wanted to cry out but 
could not, since he had her mouth stuffed with his scorching prick and the 
splashing prick fluid was gushing voluminously from the end of his fleshy 
pole. 

"I'm off, oh damned, it feels so good," he gasped, smiling as he watched the 
gobs of hot fluid escaping from the end of his turgid member. 

 Chapter Seven 

The headache magnified and her throat felt both sore and parched after Jason 
had put through her the painful ordeal of the throatfuck, but Ellen remained 
perplexed over the fact that she had felt thrilled as well by what was 
happening, right up to the point where the last few blazing drops of jissum 
had spurted from Jason's savage prick. 

She hoped that it was all over, at least for that night, after the pounding 
she tad taken from Jason but next thing she knew he was reaching down once 
more with his strong, heavily calloused hands and clutching sharply against 
her sore buttocks. 

"Get over on your knees," he commanded, "and do it fast." 

Feeling the flinching pain, Ellen hoped to convince Jason to let her go by 
cooperating with his desire. She quickly turned her body around, perching 
herself on her knees, holding her breath in hopes that Jason would not 
subject her to a great deal of pain. She thought about trying to persuade 
him not to hurt her, but quickly abandoned the idea, recognizing that her 
strategy would probably work in reverse and cause Jason to become 
vindictive. 

Once that she assumed her position on her knees, Ellen's body tensed 
nervously as she began wondering just what Jason would do next. She did not 
have to wait for long. No sooner did she assume her position than he reached 
out with his right hand and plunged the first two fingers of it into her 
asshole. Her asscheeks flounced quickly back and forth as Jason hammered 
with unrelenting desire, pushing his fingers with driving force deep into 
her twisting anus. 

"What an ass," Jason gulped. "It's so nice and tight. How does it feel, 
bitch, to have me fucking my fingers inside it?" 

"It's fine," she decided to say, even though her asshole was wracked with 
pain. Ellen hoped that she could somehow placate this incredible madman who 
seemed hell-bent on destroying her while in the midst of enjoying himself 
sexually. 

His fingers kept pummeling her, driving stiffly into the tight flesh of her 
anus as her hips twisted instinctively inner the torrid, whipping finger 
thrusts. Just watching Ellen's shapely buttocks nervously swaying under the 
driving finger stabs of Jason caused Darrell and Charlie to experience 
wilder desires than ever to get into the swing of things and put their 
torrid cocks to rest with pulsating orgasms. 

While Jason's stern fingers kept pushing determinedly all the way into 
Ellen's ravaged asshole, his steaming rock continued to progressively harden 
as he anticipated driving it steadfastly into her anal passage. He kept 
thinking about how grand that moment would be when he sank his hurling 
vehicle up between her quivering buns and allowed it to rip and slash with 
impunity. 

He kept stinging her with his driving finger stabs, enjoying every 
provocative thrust as he watched the tension build constantly in his stormy, 
ever swelling balls, which were beginning to quake with mounting sensation. 
Jason could feel his balls starting to ache as he got set to launch into 
some determined sodomy. 

When Jason pried his fingers suddenly loose from Ellen's anal passage, she 
let out a gasp and relaxed momentarily, hoping once again that he would not 
be hurting her anymore but feeling down deep that he would. 

"Now that I loosened your asshole up with some finger-fucking I'm gonna push 
my cock into it," he laughed, slapping her buttocks with considerable gusto. 

Ellen's whole body stiffened and she began to sob with the same kind of 
desperation she had evidenced earlier before Jason had slashed his cock 
inside her mouth. 

"No, no, oh please Jason darling, anything but that," she cried, her whole 
body trembling. 

"I don't go for this damned stupid childish crying," he grumbled. 

"But don't hurt me that way." 

"I do as I please. There won't be any more of this telling me what to do 
stuff. None of that at all. I'm calling the shots and I want that 
understood." 

"Yes, yes, anything, but please don't torture me that way," she said, her 
head still throbbing from the headache that had developed during the painful 
ordeal of the throatfuck. 

"Maybe you'll like to learn it," Jason grinned fiendishly. "You know, lots 
of times when women start off by screaming about an act, they end up loving 
it." 

"But I've never had it that way before." 

"That's all the more reason why you need it," he laughed. "Isn't that right, 
men?" 

Jason looked over at his friends Darrell and Charlie, grinning happily. They 
promptly grinned back. 

"The only way to treat a bitch like that is by doing just what you damned 
well please," Charlie said bitterly. "I know that after two lousy 
marriages." 

"Go get her, Jason," Darrell called out. "That makes it real exciting, her 
never having it up the ass before." 

"It sure does," Jason nodded. 

Jason reached down with both hands and allowed them to move smoothly up and 
down the smooth rubbery base of his fleshy cock, which was now every bit as 
stiff and excited as it had been before Jason's first orgasm. Once again 
Ellen's voluptuous body and gorgeous face had captivated him, but this time 
his flaming lust was accompanied by a strong desire to hurt her. Ellen 
turned her head back and watched Jason's diligent finger pumping with a 
sense of foreboding, recognizing what lay in store for her. By then she had 
resigned herself to the painful state of being assfucked, even though she 
knew how painful it would be. There was just no way of talking the carnally 
hungry Jason out of getting what he wanted. 

He manipulated his fingers steadily against his savage member for a few more 
moments, then promptly withdrew them. His hands reached out and took her 
still sore buttocks captive once more, this time inflicting more pain than 
at any time since his whip attack. His stiffly clenching fingers dug ever so 
deeply against her assflesh, imbedding themselves with a steady conviction 
as he gritted his teeth and prepared to launch his hammering cock forward. 

"I'm gonna have myself inside that tight ass right now," he gasped, 
preparing to make his initial onslaught up between her captive, pain-ridden 
asscheeks and into the forbidden inner portals of her previously unassailed 
asshole. 

His breath became increasingly heavier as he felt the tugging waves of 
sensation multiplying in his stern, sturdy dagger. Jason shoved it forward 
like a cutlass, his eyes transfixed on the delicious sight of her sore, 
twisting buttocks and the tight opening to her anal channel, which he would 
soon be filled with his torrid fleshy pole. 

She heard him heave a heavy sigh, then felt his seething fingers clamped 
down even harder against her wriggling assflesh as he hurled his sturdy, 
blood-engorged member forward. 

Jason's ravaging cock bruised and defiled her with its first savage inward 
penetration. He deliberately had disdained using any kind of lubricant to 
soften his intrusions, desiring to make her pay in every way for having left 
him and ridiculed him. 

When Jason's stiff dagger dug like a sword into the intimate depths of her 
rubbery rectum, Ellen's body tightened and she burst into a spontaneous 
delirious reaction, screaming loudly while the tears once more began to gush 
down both sides of her face. 

"Cry all you want," Jason laughed, "because it ain't gonna do you one 
solitary bit of good. You're out in the wide open spaces and there's nobody 
gonna hear you but us, so eat out your heart, bitch, yeah, just go on and 
eat it out." 

His rampaging meatiness kept devouring her as he sank his skewering prick 
forcibly into her anal lips, precipitating heavy surges of pain throughout 
her ravaged behind as Jason's lewdly ravenous penis kept exploring the tight 
inner confines of her asshole. 

An agonizing grimace of total surrender twisted Ellen's features into a 
contorted mask, and appraising the graphic example of her forced submission 
spurred Jason on that much more. His swollen, lust-bloated testicles sharply 
brushed mid scraped against her buttocks as he pumped with wanton ferocity, 
driving his steadily pistoning blade of steel ever so sharply into the 
piercing depths of her helpless anus. 

Ellen's nostrils flared open at her breath burned in her lungs while Jason 
pumped and slashed with steaming rapidity, his hips and buttocks spasming 
with every driving plunge that his forceful cock made into the fiery inner 
depths of her anus. 

His stiff meaty cock continued pumping in and out of her anus as he blasted 
her with rhythmic consistency in her anal ring. A time bomb of steadily 
accelerating passion was immersed within the fiery cock and seething balls 
of Jason as he wielded his meaty staff with unabated fury, disdaining any 
show of sympathy, concentrating solely on deriving every inch of wild 
pleasure from his blasting thrusts as he moved inexorably toward a wild 
orgasm. 

"What an ass, ah, what an ass," he sighed, looking over at Darrell and 
Charlie as he pumped his way ever nearer to that ultimate moment when the 
juices would splash from the end of his inflated spear. 

Ellen mewled animalishly and sobbed some more as Jason's all-consuming cock 
buried itself with mounting heat into the puckered ring of his helpless 
victim's sore anus, which throbbed with acute pain. A raging genital heat 
enveloped Jason's every movement, and instinctively his trembling, sweaty 
hands reached out and began slapping against Ellen's sore, earlier bloodied 
asscheeks as she cried out with pain once more. 

But soon Ellen's strength began to wane and her moans degenerated into 
hoarse muffled gasps as his electrified balls kept scraping against her 
twisting buttocks and his unyielding penis continued to ram into the tight 
intimate depths of her ravaged asshole. Ellen choked back a scream that hung 
in her parched throat, recognizing that another outburst of that type would 
serve only to make Jason more angrily determined to hurt her in every way 
that he knew how. 

His virile, trembling body was almost completely sweat-soaked as tiny 
rivulets of perspiration dripped from the hollows and crevices of his legs 
and torso and oozed onto her quivering flesh. 

Several stampeding penis strokes later, Jason knew that the volcanic tremor 
that had been rapidly building within his blazing cock and bloated balls was 
set to arrive. He heard Ellen let out a painful hiss as he sent his 
thundering instrument sinking rapaciously into her pained bottom-hole. For 
the first time he could see trickles of blood oozing from her anal channel 
as he drilled uncompromisingly. 

Once more he let his stinging hands land with sturdy impact as they landed 
crisply against Ellen's asscheeks while his driving manmeat moved ever 
nearer to the ultimate sensation of quivering, tremulous orgasm. 

His balls ached and seethed with stored-up volcanic lust as he pumped and 
pushed his sturdy tool into her one more time. 

"Ooooohhhhh, aaaaahhhhh, can't take it anymore," he finally gasped, his body 
spasming back and forth. 

Darrell and Charlie watched, looking at each other for a moment and nodding 
knowingly, then turning their attention back to the captivating sight of 
Jason's escaping penis fluid splashing in all its warm thickness from the 
end of his glistering, devastating staff and into her asshole. 

 Chapter Eight 

Darrell and Charlie became hornier than ever as they watched Ellen's 
squirming ass spasm and the thick steady stream of blazing cock juice shoot 
from the end of Jason's prick. 

The irrepressible Jason kept plunging his long steady penis into Ellen's 
sore, bloodied anus until the final few droplets of surging jissum bolted 
from the end of his penis, after which he quickly withdrew it. 

Ellen let out a gasp of relief, beginning to sob once more as she 
contemplated her fate. One man to whom she had once been very close had 
completely humiliated her by shoving his long savage cock into her mouth 
until it exploded, after which he had then brutally assaulted her anal 
passage until every droplet of flaming sperm had splashed from the end of 
his rampaging cock and into her asshole. Her headache was even worse than 
before and intense pain in her anal channel was more acute than it had been 
when he had his charging phallus driving unmercifully inside her. 

If only this were just a nightmare and she would awaken, Ellen thought with 
desperation, but she knew that, that was certainly not the case. No, it was 
for real, and the question now was what they would do with her after they 
got through receiving their thrills. 

"You can go next, Darrell," she heard one of the other two men say. 

Ellen looked up, shook her groggy head, then observed the man called Darrell 
swiftly moving toward her. Her eyes widened with fear as he quickly squirmed 
out of his trousers, then slid his shorts down his thick, hairy legs and off 
of him. His long stiff cock was now on full display, and Ellen could see how 
prideful Darrell was concerning his elongated organ as he let his fingers 
slowly and soothingly reach down for it, after which they clasped his 
swollen instrument with great firmness. His fingers torridly pumped up and 
down the firm, length of his bulging erect member, and all the while Ellen 
lay there in silence, fearing the worst, hoping that Darrell would not 
ruthlessly assault her asshole in the way that Jason had earlier. 

Jason had put his robe back on and was sitting on the ground, his back 
stretched out against the wall as he grinned fiendishly, having received his 
thrills for the evening and happy that Ellen was about to be subjected to 
more involuntary sex by another man. 

As Darrell kept gliding his fingers up and down his sturdy hunk of manmeat, 
he started wondering just how to get his rocks off. Several times during the 
course of watching Jason hammer his blistering prick into Ellen's asshole he 
had been within an inch of an orgasm, and he had craved some more of the 
same kind of devastating action, but now he saw the rapidly drying droplets 
of blood at the edge of Ellen's anal passage and decided that it would be a 
good idea to reject an intrusion of that type for the time being. He would 
rather wait until the next day, since Jason had already broken her in that 
evening with a slashing attack. 

But Darrell was still smoldering with wild passion, and he wanted to make 
Ellen capitulate under his forceful demands. While his fingers kept jerking 
against his bloated penis, he extended his legs slightly and moved his body 
a few feet closer to Ellen, whose heart started pounding with greater 
urgency than at anytime since Jason had pummeled her with his plunging cock. 

"You're gonna suck my big dick," Darrell told her menacingly. "You're gonna 
push that tongue of yours toward it, and then you're gonna blast away with 
your tongue. Yeah, I know your type. You think you're too damned good to 
suck cock. I'll bet you love to have your pussy sucked, though. Sure, your 
kind always does. You're used to having guys worship you, worshipping at the 
shrine of the cunt. Well, there's no way that I'm gonna worship your cunt. 
No as a matter of fact, the three of us hold one treasured belief. And 
that's that our cocks are meant to be worshipped by the likes of snotty 
little cunts like you." 

"That's telling her Darrell," Charlie let out an immediate howl of delight 
as he began removing his clothes. He could tell that it would take little 
time for Darrell to get his rocks off, and once that occurred he would get a 
shot at the captivating blonde prisoner to do as he saw fit. 

"Reach down there and start playing with my cock and balls," Darrell 
commanded in a loud, assertive tone. 

To show his victim just how much he meant business, Darrell reached down 
with both hands and let his surging fingers grab hold of his victim's hair, 
causing her to feel great tugging pain and prompting her to let out a loud, 
painful howl. 

"Go ahead, eat your heart out," Darrell laughed with cruelty, "that is, if 
you've got a heart." 

His fingers tugged with even greater force, and as he held on tightly he 
thought about the nasty Dawn Gerald, and how some day he hopefully would 
have her in the same subservient position in which he currently had Ellen. 

Feeling the smoldering force of Darrell's insistent fingers tugging sharply 
at her hair, Ellen reached down and allowed her fingers to begin sliding 
along the bloated smooth surface of his flaming testicles. 

Immediately Darrell's breath began coming in short, puffy gasps as he felt 
the steady pressure of Ellen's fingers twisting and tugging at the resilient 
folds of flesh. 

"That's the way to do it," he nodded, beginning to let up slightly in the 
pressure that he applied to her hair. "If you act like a good girl then we 
can get along much better. Now start moving them a little faster. C'mon, 
keep those fingers pressing, keep on driving them against my balls." 

At first Ellen hated the whole process of grinding her fingers with quick 
precision against Darrell's balls so much that she wanted to cry. She hated 
the indignity of a crude man pulling her hair and forcing her to yield to 
his sexual demands. But as the activity continued Ellen actually began to 
feel a measure of excitement looming within her as her fingers pushed 
solidly against his bulging testicles. She wondered just what was coming 
over her and even began to hate herself for feeling any excitement at all 
wherein Darrell was concerned. 

The rugged cowboy's thick, hairy, tree trunk legs began to rock with ever 
greater excitement as he anticipated the next act that would afford him 
great pleasure. 

"Okay, you've been fingering my balls, so now you can suck them," he heaved 
a loud gasp. "Suck my balls and play with my big long prick. Just move your 
fingers up and down the base of my cock. Let's really move, bitch, because I 
expect the best. My cock is on fire and I want it to explode." 

Ellen released her fingers from Darrell's fiery nuts, then allowed them to 
grip firmly against the smooth hardened base of his blood-engorged member. 
His short, gasping breath along with the steady nervous trembling of his 
legs informed Ellen as to how excited Darrell was and how quickly he was 
likely to explode his hot droplets of spewing white cream into her mouth. 

Her fingers moved in swift, sweeping strokes up and down the full length of 
Darrell's sturdy phallus. He let his fingers tug sharply at her hair several 
times as he let out a seething gasp. 

"C'mon and start working your tongue against my balls," he said. "I'm not 
gonna be satisfied with a handjob. You're gonna suck me off and every drop 
of my hot shaft juice is gonna splash in your mouth. So c'mon and suck." 

He continued to press tightly against her hair as Ellen's tongue began to 
slide against his inflated testicles, which itched with mounting sensation. 
She began cautiously enough, her tongue moving with extra slow precision, 
but soon Ellen once again started to feel throbbing waves of excitement by 
being forced to perform in a subservient capacity for the crude but 
strangely exciting Darrell. 

When her tongue efforts started to generate steam as Ellen brushed her wet 
scarlet flesh busily against his twisting, lust-bloated balls, Darrell's 
hips and legs started to rock back and forth with spirited zest as he 
enjoyed every enthusiastic stroke that she generated. 

"Now that's a little more like it," he gulped. "Okay, my balls are itching 
damned bad now and I need to get off. Your tongue can do it. Start sucking 
my prick. I want some good wild sucking. Nice and fast. Oh, just bring me 
off." 

Searing passion scalded his firm resolute cock, which quivered ever so 
slightly with mounting waves of ecstatic anxiety as Ellen began pressing her 
tongue against the fiery tip of his thick sturdy staff. The moment that her 
tongue sank against the hardened ripe flesh for the first time Darrell let 
out a loud hiss and his legs jerked back and forth, looking for several 
seconds as if they were going to catapult beneath him. 

"That's the way I like it," he gulped. "Now you're getting the idea. C'mon, 
suck, suck me off. Get every drop of that man-stuff out of me. C'mon, you're 
gonna suck it, damn right, you're gonna suck it." 

Her tongue began pistoning like lightning up and down the firm, fleshy base 
of Darrell's sensitive cock. He listened to the loud slurping sounds 
emanating from Ellen as she kept up her pumping rhythm, her fiery scarlet 
tongue seething with energy as it worked steadfastly up and down the full 
length of his scalding firehose, which was being propelled ever closer with 
each driving tongue stab to the point wherein the juices would gush from the 
end of his organ. 

The scalding liquid cum seethed within Darrell's torrid testicles as Ellen's 
scraping tongue kept devastating him with its sharply insistent, steadily 
probing thrusts. Her heart started to pulsate with savage lust as her head 
bobbed with unrestrained joy. Meanwhile she became more acclimated to what 
was happening to her. Even though Darrell's fingers were still gliding 
sharply against her head, he was no longer applying the same degree of force 
as he had earlier. Darrell was clearly pleased that things were going so 
well. 

"That's it, keep digging with your tongue, just grind it against my long 
hard cock," he sighed. "Ah, do I ever love it. Suck it, oh, ah, suck it." 

The unceasing tongue sensations brought his desire-hardened cock that much 
closer to the moment when the thick white sauce would profusely splash from 
the end of his towering tool. His blazing dagger skewered with raging 
genital lust as he felt her furiously lapping tongue slurp and twist against 
the full length of his sturdy staff. 

He rocked back on his heels several times, his loins burning with lust and 
his bloated balls savoring the tremulous penis explosion that would soon be 
resulting. 

"Get it, go get it," he grunted. 

His hotly spasming body pushed ever closer to the precipice of orgasm as 
Darrell's breath came in short, puffy, staccato gasps. His searing balls 
unleashed their first appetizing sample to the now smoldering Ellen's open 
mouth as several droplets of salty white semen oozed into it. Her heart 
pounded with relentless determination as Ellen kept up her sweeping tongue 
movements, and as she restlessly pushed onward. Ellen remained aghast at the 
mystery of it all, bewildered over the fact that this crude, tough man was 
bringing her to such great heights of ecstasy, and particularly mystified 
over her anxiety to swallow the hot gobs of his steaming white cum, which 
would soon commence pouring from the end of his stiff cock. 

Darrell's sturdy tool bulged with excitement as he let both hands clamp 
sharply against her head. He was bracing Ellen and himself as well for the 
imminent tremor that would inevitably follow. He hissed several times in 
rapid succession, and the inner fires which swelled inside him propelled him 
onward with even greater urgency. 

Soon the thick white liquid began to stream from the rubbery tip of 
Darrell's exploding phallus. His hips wildly rocked as he happily observed 
the streaming gobs of cum inundate Ellen's mouth while her swirling tongue 
continued to connect with the tip of his hot shaft. 

"I'm shooting it, so now you can swallow it all, oh damn, eat every 
delicious drop," he sighed. 

Overcome with ecstatic zeal, Ellen's slurping tongue flailed from side to 
side as she sought to devour every captivating droplet of Darrell's steaming 
prick sauce. He watched several drops roll off and down the left side of 
Ellen's mouth. 

"Hang in there," he said. "Swallow every drop of the stuff." 

To show his displeasure over the penis droplets that got away, Darrell 
pulled at his victim's hair several times, but Ellen was doing her best to 
swallow the steaming floodtide that was spilling her way. Her gurgling mouth 
opened widely as she sought to hang on to his steaming fluid, and after 
losing the aforementioned droplets she managed to hang on to the rest of his 
searing load. 

When she finally removed her tongue from Darrell's cock, he begrudgingly 
nodded to her. 

"That's a little more like it," he said. "I had to force you to do what I 
wanted, but I managed to get the job done." 

Ellen was more confused than ever by then. Just how could she feel waves of 
excitement over being attacked by a beast and being made to perform a sex 
act she never would have agreed to under other circumstances? The whole 
thing perplexed her. 

 Chapter Nine 

Propelled to dizzying heights by surging sexual attacks at the hands of 
Jason and Darrell, the exhausted blonde beauty was now confronted with the 
inevitable prospect of sex with Charlie, the only member of the triumvirate 
who remained to be satisfied. 

Charlie had watched the action between Darrell and Ellen in a state of 
wild-eyed agitation, eagerly anticipating some action of his own. Now he 
stood only a scant few inches away from her, totally nude, his hard 
irrepressible penis thrusting out solidly in front of him as a message of 
what would soon follow. 

Ellen remained perplexed over why she had become so titillated at the 
prospect of having Darrell's spewing white sperm invade the provinces of her 
open mouth, and she tried to tell herself that the excitement stemmed from 
nothing more than confusion and her distraught feelings over all that had 
happened to her, particularly the brutal manner in which Jason had proceeded 
commencing with a sharp whip attack. She looked over momentarily at Jason, 
who wore a smirk on his face as he sat sprawled out on the ground, his back 
still resting against the wall. She could see that Jason was feeling a 
measure of triumphant satisfaction anytime that her body was forcibly 
defiled. Little could Ellen have realized until this fateful evening just 
how angry Jason had become over her leaving him for another man. She had 
anticipated some temporary frustration, but nothing on the order of what 
actually happened. The question she could not answer was why these other two 
men, Darrell and Charlie, people she had never met before, were joining him 
in the assault. What was this crude, sick trio going to eventually do with 
her, she asked herself, hoping that they were not planning on getting rid of 
her once that they had received their share of thrills. 

But still, as she looked up at the naked Charlie, his large menacing penis 
staring at her, she started to feel a strange sort of contentment, like 
everything was going to be all right, and with this curious feeling came 
another that was in every way just as strange. Just staring at Charlie's 
hard restless cock brought back those same restless tuggings of anxiety at 
her stomach that had appeared earlier in the cases of the two other men. Her 
loins simmered as she tried to anticipate just what this quivering man was 
going to do to her. 

"Take her, Charlie old boy, she's yours," Jason said with just a measure of 
impatience. 

"I know, I just wanna take some time to look her over," Charlie grinned. "A 
pretty fine hunk of woman." 

His complimentary remark caused thrills to surface within Ellen, combining 
with the already swelling excitement and sexual curiosity that dwelled 
within her. 

Eventually Charlie began to stir, ever so easily sliding her body downward 
onto the mat on which Ellen was sprawled and lying on her back. He reached 
down with his right hand, letting his fingers slide slowly but surely up and 
down her supple silky white thighs. Although his first few movements were 
slow and exploratory, his fingers eventually began to generate steam as his 
pace dramatically picked up and his sturdy fingers ground firmly against her 
warmly resilient flesh, causing her to feel dazzling sensations of 
titillation in her pussy. 

He immediately noticed the manner in which her thighs began to quiver under 
his stirring finger probes. Charlie continued grinding his fingers on her 
thigh for a few more strokes, upon which he then suddenly removed them. 

"I'm gonna explore that beautiful cunt," he winked. 

"Explore anything you want," Darrell called out laughingly. "She belongs to 
us. How does that feel?" 

"Darned good," Charlie laughed. 

His appraising eyes examined Ellen's glistening blonde-white pubic hairs, 
and suddenly he pushed his spirited fingers forward and let them toy with 
the silky curls of her fleecy pubic vee. His fingers rifled quickly through 
the strands of hair, and every time that his fingers made sturdy contact 
with her warm pubic nest Charlie noticed the manner in which Ellen's shapely 
white asscheeks glided sharply from side to side. He regarded her 
sensitivity to be an excellent sign and his heart surged with restless 
anxiety as he anticipated moving onward to the next stage of the action. 

Charlie promptly withdrew his spirited fingers from Ellen's blonde curly 
pubic hair, then allowed them to move rapidly toward the sensitive budding 
node of her pink clitoris. As his fingers pressed against the warm pliant 
skin, Ellen reacted promptly, her hips and buttocks spasming and she hissed 
and gasped, her silky ass cheeks plopping luridly against the mat. 

"I'm softening you up," Charlie laughed, "getting you ready for a hot fuck. 
You're gonna be getting real used to us, you gorgeous little bitch. Yes, 
we're gonna get real well acquainted." 

Ellen immediately noticed the statement about getting acquainted. She took 
it as a good sign that maybe they weren't planning on doing away with her, 
at least not in the beginning, and as long as she had some time then maybe 
there was hope. 

The blistering friction of Charlie's stirring finger-stabs continued to 
devastate the scalding surface of Ellen's clitoris, and soon moisture 
started to surface in her flaming and restless bud of quiveringly erect 
sensation. 

Now that Charlie had pushed her ever so closely to the precipice of climax, 
he released his charging fingers from her quivering clitoris and sank them 
into the restless pit of her warm vagina. As his fingers danced with searing 
precision, he inhaled the appetizing scent of her femaleness, which drove 
him to ever greater heights of wanton lust. 

His fingers quickly glided against her hair-fringed fissure, sweeping with 
wild delight as he pushed her to the brink of an ecstatic orgasm. Her 
searing asscheeks kept bumping against the mat as she heaved loud, wild 
gasps, enjoying each and every intrusion into her seething pink vaginal 
walls, despite the fact that she was desperately trying to convince herself 
that these men were all animals and that she hated them with every ounce of 
strength in her. 

Her nakedly splayed legs kicked with mounting ecstasy as she enjoyed every 
sweeping finger thrust that plunged into the intimate portals of her puffy 
wet cunt lips. No, she realized, there was no way of conning herself, she 
very definitely enjoyed every stirring stroke that she received as his 
gliding fingers dazzled her with every twisting, insistent intrusion into 
her skewering cunt. 

Ellen's cheeks became flushed with redness as Charlie drove her that much 
closer to climax with his piercing, pressing fingers. As his fingers scraped 
against the smooth surface of Ellen's fire-filled vagina one more time, 
Ellen felt thousands of tiny rockets explode within her as her buttocks 
slashed luridly against the mat and she heaved a loud, lascivious gasp. 

"Oooooohhhh, I'm juicing," she gulped as a grinning Charlie pridefully 
watched the escaping droplets of seething pussy fluids splash from Ellen's 
smoldering vagina and into his hand. It made him feel good to know that he 
had brought her to this level of wild impassioned frenzy, and now that he 
had brought her off, he could think of only one thing, receiving the 
satisfaction to which his sturdy aching cock was entitled. Charlie withdrew 
his stirring fingers from Ellen's still blazing cunt, then started to 
concentrate exclusively on his long erect penis and its craving need for 
release. 

He knelt between Ellen's quivering supple legs and resolutely pushed her 
simmering thighs up and back until her knees crushed the soft peaks of her 
firm breasts. Once more Ellen tried to convince herself that she felt 
restless waves of passionate ecstasy in her quivering cunt only because she 
was confused and had been forced to do so many things against her will 
during this bizarre evening, the strangest she had ever experienced in her 
life. But still, when all was said and done, she could not begin to believe 
herself. 

Charlie's restless eyes took in every curvaceous inch of superbly 
proportioned snowy white flesh of the slightly trembling beauty who looked 
up at him with her limpid blue eyes. Yes, he thought, he would dominate this 
amazing blonde female specimen every bit as thoroughly as had his two 
predecessors, but he desired to explore the ravenous inner reaches of his 
victim's cunt, an enticing part of her anatomy that his two friends had seen 
fit to ignore in search of other sensations. 

His eyes remained transfixed with hungry desire against the moist, 
lightly-fringed slit of Ellen's pussy, her quivering, pink lips palpitating 
with excitement even as she tried desperately to deny that any excitement 
existed. Tiny beads of moisture lined the small, hair-rimmed furrow, and 
further yet beneath it loomed the tightly puckered ring of her battered 
anus, the oozing droplets of blood from which were now dried and caked. 

Charlie reached up with his trembling right hand and quickly mopped some 
perspiration from his wrinkled brow onto the back of his hand as he prepared 
to thrust his long, surging cock into the intimate confines of her puffy 
pink pussy lips. 

She turned her head away, seeking not to look directly into Charlie's eyes 
as a feeling of shame began to overtake the dazzling Ellen in her confusing 
dual state of desire and rejection, even though down deep she knew which 
emotion would ultimately win out. Ellen hoped that she would do nothing to 
encourage these three animals in their disgusting behavior by making them 
feel that she was actually deriving enjoyment from their kind of lewd 
action. 

Her eyes became little more than tear-stained slits from all the earlier 
crying that she had done and suddenly the exhaustion she felt over the 
prolonged ordeal to which she had been subjected during this unforgettable 
evening seized total possession of her. Ellen felt an aching stiffness in 
her muscles as Charlie's fingers began to determinedly encircle her 
voluptuous white breasts. Even though she was silently cursing Charlie under 
her breath for humiliating her in this manner in front of his two grinning 
animalistic friends, her distended nipples hardened with involuntary 
tautness all the same. 

"Damn, what a set of knockers," Charlie gasped. "You told me that this woman 
had a fantastic set of bazooms on her, Jason, and you sure as hell were 
right." 

The next sensation that Ellen felt was that of Charlie's teeth grating 
lightly over the crinkly budding hardness of her resolute, pebble-like pink 
nipples. She squirmed under Charlie and could not suppress a whimper of 
frenzied lustful excitement, which indicated unmistakably just how she felt. 

"Am I ever gonna fuck you," he told her, making it sound like more of a 
threat than a promise. 

Charlie let out a prolonged grunt, then began to guide his pelvis eagerly 
forward while Ellen's loins ground arousedly against the upturned alabaster 
softness of her crotch. 

His cock drove with energetic stiffness, squirming its way with reckless 
enthusiasm into the forbidden depths of her pink, hair-fringed cuntal slit 
as she whimpered excitedly while the lust-bloated head of his spongy 
erection rubbed over the budding hardness of her sensitive clitoris. 

Ellen bit into the flesh of her lower lip to stifle the cry of shame and 
bewilderment that filled her anguished soul as her head spun in a sea of 
swirling uncertainty, the answers to which she had not the vaguest idea. 

Her mind staggered under the intensity of her feelings, recognizing that she 
should be feeling nothing but contempt for this beast who was breathing 
hotly above her, desiring just one thing, as much in the way of satisfying 
penis fulfillment as he could possibly desire. 

Soon the throbbing member of her rapidly pursuing lover forged its way 
forward into her sweltering vaginal orifice as her hips contracted and her 
flaming white buttocks spun under the commanding onslaught being generated 
by Charlie's cannonading prick. 

His thick staff pulsed with seething energy as it pushed with spearing 
impact into the inner dominions of her ravaged pink pussy. It was obvious 
from his initial movements that Charlie did not mind hurting his beautiful 
victim while in the process of enjoying his fuck. His bruising, determined 
pole kept slashing with quick anxiety as it shoved its way ever deeper into 
the torrid reaches of the searing pink valley that he desired with 
uncompromising lust. 

Ever so steadily he kept battering her fire-filled vagina, growling and 
hissing as he made his commanding presence felt with every forward thrust 
that he inflicted into her puffy cunt lips. 

"Oh damn, I don't know how often it's been fucked, but it sure is nice and 
tight," he moaned erotically, as his piercing pole of steaming flesh 
continued to drive against the twisting pinkness of Ellen's resilient cuntal 
womb. 

He grunted with ever increasing volume as his cock slithered hotly into the 
incredibly tight velvety sheath of Ellen's pussy. She was dripping wet 
already with her lascivious cuntal liquid and her juices had lubricated 
Charlie's merciless entry so that he was able to enter her with a single 
vicious thrust, letting out a wild lusty gasp as he did so. 

Charlie's sturdy, determined prick was between her legs and ramming into her 
with ecstatic, wild force. He was steadfastedly committed to the one 
objective of driving his thundering instrument into the quivering inner 
fibers of her throbbing pussy until the flaming fires of his swollen phallus 
were silenced. 

His thrusts were deep and vicious, and with every backward movement of his 
desire-stiffened erection, Charlie pulled his drilling dagger almost 
entirely out of her dripping cuntal sheath, stretching the fleshy lips of 
her palpitating pussy and leaving just the thick, bulbous head of his 
driving penis inside her moist cuntal slit. 

He began grunting with renewed energy, pushing onward with incredible 
strength forward, skewering wetly into the tightly-gripping depths of her 
fiery vagina, pushing the delicate pink flesh aside in huge rippling waves 
until his blazing pelvis collided with a wet-smoldering smack against the 
frail softness of her upturned crotch. Charlie's bloated, cum-infested balls 
slapped resoundingly into the smooth hairless crevice of her nether cheeks 
with a loud, blood-curdling noise that made Ellen's shameful humiliation 
only that much more intense. 

Great sally tears obliterated the beautiful blonde's vision and she appeared 
to Charlie only an amorphous shape, grunting and moaning with unleashed 
passion. Her pain from his steadily insistent thrusts was made worse with 
the knowledge that her smoldering cunt was preparing to unleash a lewd 
streaming liquid avalanche of its own that was looming more inevitably with 
every plunging salacious entry into the tight, moist confines of her 
hair-fringed fissure. 

He explored her pink cuntal valley several more times, rocking her with his 
jolting high voltage stabs. A few crunching thrusts later her wiggling ass 
cheeks rocked and she moaned throatily, being pushed to the heights of 
pleasure-pain as the searing droplets of cuntal fluid spurted involuntarily 
from her glowing furnace of pink lust, splashing and rolling down her 
thighs. 

Recognizing that his victim had exploded a load of cunt-juice, the heavily 
sweating loudly panting Charlie's face became contorted with a lustful grin 
as his sword-like plunges became more intense than ever, his blazing 
scabbard driving and digging into the tightness of her pink fleshy portals, 
which were begging him to unload his virile white jissum inside of her, no 
matter how hard that Ellen resisted on another level. 

"What a cunt, oh damn, what a cunt," he gasped. 

While his thundering penis kept rocking steadily forward and into her moist 
twat, he reached down and let his fingers submerge themselves against the 
crinkly flesh of her soft breasts, which felt like two large, comfortable 
pillows as he squeezed and kneaded the firm folds of silky flesh. 

Charlie kept pinching and squeezing against her fleshy swollen orbs, and as 
he did his devastating cock kept finding the mark while he drove that much 
closer to the inevitable phallic floodtide toward which he was inevitably 
leading. 

His hips rocked with authoritative swiftness as the supremely confident 
Charlie kept gilding his soaring semen-filled instrument into the searing 
fibers of her twisting pussy flesh. 

A few hard, grinding penis stabs later the flowing droplet, of his seismic 
floodtide splashed with volcanic ecstasy from the nub end of his elongated 
pole and into his victim's cunt. 

"Now we both made it," he grunted, pushing his fingers against the crinkly 
flesh of her hot boobs one more time. "That was a sweet fuck and if you'd 
hated it as much as you'd like all of us to think then you couldn't have 
juiced girl-cum like that. You know damned well you couldn't've. " 

Charlie's supercilious grin as he withdrew his cock from Ellen's pussy told 
her that he knew exactly where things stood. 

 Chapter Ten 

Evening was just beginning to descend as Jason and Charlie waited pensively 
in Jason's pickup truck. 

As Jason sat behind the wheel of the truck, his fingers thumped nervously 
several times against the steering wheel. They had walked into the small 
restaurant almost two hours earlier and ordered coffee from the stunning 
brunette with the shimmering coal black hair and the thick, sexy eyelashes. 
Their cocks had hardened with noticeable excitement as they examined every 
perfectly-sculptured line of her curvaceous figure. She wore a plain white 
waitress's outfit, but Jason and Charlie instantly noticed what wonders a 
figure like hers could do for any outfit no matter how plain it might be 
otherwise, as she fitted into it with just the degree of exquisitely tight 
precision. Every time that they got a look at her from the rear their 
thundering pricks stiffened and their bodies became filled with tension as 
they watched her perfectly rounded ass globes bounce like two magnificent 
balls with white covering as they danced back and forth within the 
tantalizingly tight confines of her outfit. When they observed her from the 
front their alert eye, became focused on the protruding bulges of her 
magnificently-endowed breasts, which jutted enticingly out of the front of 
her white outfit. 

Despite the fact that Jason and Charlie both felt like talking to the 
sexually alluring brunette in intimate tones, they decided to conduct 
themselves with the utmost in formal decorum when they ordered coffee. They 
were seeking to educate themselves as much as possible under the 
circumstances with how this young woman acted. On top of that they did not 
want to call additional attention to themselves by creating anything that 
approximated a scene. 

Jason smoldered with anger when he discovered just how conceited and spoiled 
this pampered beauty could act. Even though the two of them were not giving 
her any kind of trouble she gave them the idea that she scarcely cared about 
waiting on them or anyone else. 

"Could we have refills, please?" Charlie asked at one point as the brunette 
walked past them carrying a plate of scrambled eggs and toast, which she was 
dropping off at a nearby table. 

"Keep your shirt on, Mac, I'll be back in a little bit," she told him with a 
begrudging grunt. 

Jason's eyes widened with rage as he watched the waitress nonchalantly set 
the plate down at another table. 

"A sassy little bitch," Jason snarled. 

"She sure is." 

"I can see why Darrell got so pissed at her. If she treats you like this if 
you ask her for a refill on the coffee, I'd hate to think of what she'd say 
to a guy who makes a pass at her or asks her out on a date." 

"We already know," Charlie nodded ruefully. "Our friend Darrell told us all 
about it." 

They stopped talking as the brunette suddenly emerged with a piping hot 
coffee percolator, pouring some of the contents into their respective cups, 
eyeing them momentarily with an expression that seemed to merge boredom and 
disdain, then walking away. 

"Does she ever give me a pain in the ass," Jason fumed. "That girl deserves 
a lesson." 

"And we're just the guys who can give it to her." 

"You're fucking right." 

Yes, Jason realized. Dawn Gerald was just the way that Darrell had described 
her, except for being perhaps a shade nastier than he had anticipated. He 
hoped that she would get off work soon, and that they would be able to make 
their move as planned. An anxious Darrell was back home in the barn just 
waiting for a crack at her, no doubt feeling the same kind of restless air 
of impatience that he, Jason had when Darrell and Charlie had kidnapped 
Ellen from in front of the apartment building where she lived. 

Darrell had been able to fill Jason and Charlie in on the approximate time 
schedule that Dawn Gerald worked in the restaurant, but he was unsure as to 
which days she was off since her schedule constantly rotated along with 
those of the other waitress' at the restaurant. So they had proceeded inside 
the restaurant to determine whether Dawn was at work that particular day. 
The moment that they laid eyes on her they were sure that she was the girl, 
and when one of the short order cooks referred to her as Dawn that supplied 
them with the only clincher that they needed. 

So now they waited in the parking lot behind the restaurant, Darrell had 
told them that Dawn drove a light blue Volkswagen with a battered front 
right fender and such a car was parked near the rear of the lot. All they 
had to do was wait her out. 

Suddenly Charlie nudged Jason on the shoulder. 

Here she comes," he said excitedly. 

"That's the little bitch all right," Jason spat the words out with contempt. 
"She sure walks like she thinks she's somebody." 

"Yeah, little Miss Queen Bitch herself. She's got a face and body that'd 
stop traffic anywhere and she knows it. Sure does seem damned conceited. Am 
I ever gonna enjoy roughing this one up." 

"Just see that your enthusiasm don't run away with you here," Jason 
cautioned. "Let's just hold off till we get her to the place." 

"Don't worry. Well, looks like the coast is clear. Don't see anybody else 
around." 

"Looks good," Jason nodded, "and she's going right to her car." 

"Time to make my move," Charlie said as he opened the door and started to 
climb out of the car. 

"Good luck," Jason said. "Make it short and sweet." 

"Don't worry." 

Charlie's stomach swam with butterflies as he picked up his trusty knife and 
walked stealthily toward Dawn. He kept hoping that she would not turn 
around. Even though he was concealing the knife by pressing it tightly 
against the side of his body, Charlie realized that she could still be 
suspicious if she spotted him walking apparently toward her. 

Dawn never once turned around to look back, walking straight to her 
Volkswagen, then quickly opening the door. When she pried her door open 
Charlie quickened his steps, catching up with the beautiful brunette, 
shoving his left hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming while he 
simultaneously slipped the edge of his shiny knife against her back. 

"You'd just better not make even one sound, you little bitch, if you wanna 
breathe again," he whispered contemptuously. 

Jason quickly started up his pickup truck and drove it over to where a 
trembling, thoroughly shocked Dawn was standing with Charlie. Once they 
whisked her inside the backseat of Charlie's pickup truck they quickly bound 
and gagged her, slipping a blindfold over her eyes for good measure. 

"We're making good time," Charlie said after they finished tying and gagging 
their victim. "That's good. Now let's get the hell out of here as fast as we 
can." 

"Without arousing suspicion, of course," Jason replied as he moved his 
pickup truck out of the parking lot and down the main street several hundred 
yards from the restaurant. 

"We're on our way," Charlie clapped his hands exultantly. 

"We don't wanna keep old Darrell waiting any longer than we have to," Jason 
nodded. "I sure know how uptight I got waiting for Ellen. Damn, but I was 
eager to show that bitch who was boss!" 

"You did a good job of it," Charlie laughed. "I'm anxious to tie into this 
brunette." 

"Yes, there are possibilities there, most definitely," Jason winked lewdly, 
"and we're just the guys to explore them." 

 Chapter Eleven 

The longer that Ellen was forced to lie on the mat completely naked, her 
hands and legs thoroughly bound, the more helpless she felt. 

The last ten days had been totally unreal, she thought, the whole idea of 
being kidnapped seconds after waving your fianc  goodnight, then brutally 
raped several times once taken to your destination. She had gotten more of 
the same forced on her body since that first unforgettable night, and now 
the befuddled blonde was in the position where she was uncertain as to what 
she liked and disliked. All she knew was that amidst the pain she felt when 
one of her bestial captors would force his rock hard cock down her throat, 
up her ass or into her pussy, that she felt titillating thrills sweep 
through her along with the pain that perpetually reeled through her like a 
knife. They had given her a room and had been feeding her well. About the 
time that she was willing to give them credit for being humane at least to 
that end, Jason explained to her as he served her an appetizing steak that 
they wanted to keep her well fed so she would have more energy to burn off 
in sex. Practically every time that she saw Jason he had a hateful stare 
reserved for her, indicating that he was not one to quickly forget all that 
had happened in their association. 

That afternoon as she had been reading a paperback romance book that Charlie 
had brought to her as a means of relieving the boredom she felt at being 
cooped up in a room with nothing to do between the sex acts, the men had 
suddenly entered the room and, without answering any questions, told her to 
accompany them to the big room where they performed the sex acts with her. 
Once she got there she had been ordered to strip, after which Jason tied her 
up as she lay helplessly on the mats. 

Darrell remained with her while the other two left, and as she heard the 
sound of an engine starting up she knew that they were going somewhere. 
Occasionally she would look over at Darrell, who alternately paced the floor 
and sat down in a small white folding chair. Even without the pacing Ellen 
could detect the restlessness that he felt by the way that he blinked and 
rolled his eyes. He looked like a man waiting for something to happen, but 
she could not figure out what that something might be. 

Several times she thought about asking Darrell what was disturbing him, but 
she decided against it, realizing that normally when she asked a question 
about anything she ended up getting slapped in the face. 

"If there are any questions to be asked we'll ask them, bitch," Jason had 
bellowed at her sharply on one occasion, implanting his message even more 
firmly into her by slapping her in the face. 

For a few minutes Darrell had remained fully clothed, but suddenly he jumped 
up from his chair and began stripping, stopping only when he got down to his 
white briefs, after which he had sat down again. 

After a long period of time had passed Ellen heard the sound of Jason's 
approaching truck. Darrell jumped up from the chair, his eyes widening with 
sudden excitement. Something was due to break and Ellen kept wondering what 
it was. 

Moments later she heard approaching footsteps and voices, and finally the 
door opened and she saw Jason and Charlie escorting a beautiful brunette in 
a white waitress' uniform against her wishes into the premises. They gave 
her a crude shove and she landed on the mats a few feet away from Ellen. 

"Now you're gonna have some female company," Jason snarled at Ellen, after 
which he went immediately to work removing the ropes which were tightly 
binding Dawn Gerald's hands and legs. 

Darrell immediately slid his briefs down his legs and off of him, his 
clenched fists and tight muscles unmistakably indicating how excited he was 
at the prospect of meting out revenge to the sarcastic waitress who had 
nastily put him down. Her derisive words reverberated in his ears as he 
looked down at her, waiting for Jason to finish removing her blindfold. 

"Get it off, Jason," he gulped, "I wanna see the bitch's eyes and give her a 
chance to stare at me." 

"A few seconds more, Darrell," Jason grinned. 

While Jason kept eagerly removing the ropes which had tightly bound Dawn's 
hands and feet, Charlie walked over and started removing the ropes from 
Ellen. Her hands and ankles had gone to sleep and turned white from the 
pressure that had been generated by the ropes. She heaved a sigh of relief 
as he removed the binding from her hands, all the while wondering just what 
would happen to her next. Her eyes were focused on the activity going on 
next to her, where Jason was now tugging off the blindfold which had 
previously covered Dawn Gerald's eyes. 

Her lips and chin quivered and her face turned white as she found herself 
staring at a menacing Darrell, who stood before her with a red-eyed 
expression of revenge dominating his face. Dawn blinked nervously several 
times, turned her eyes away from Darrell's insistent stare twice, then 
finally managed to muster enough courage to look him squarely in the eyes, 
hoping to prevail upon his lenient side, which looked at that moment as if 
it did not exist. 

"Darrell, hello Darrell," Dawn began in a stammering voice as Charlie worked 
the ropes off of Ellen's wiggling hands. 

"Hello yourself," he replied coldly. "You don't have that Miss Know-it-all 
expression on your face now, you snooty little bitch. Whatever happened?" 

"You have me pegged all wrong, Darrell," she continued to stammer as warm 
salty tears began splashing prolifically down both sides of her face. She 
just couldn't believe the kind of nightmare that had overtaken her like an 
unexpected bolt from the blue. 

"Like hell," he snarled. "I'll never forget those words about me being a 
dumb, shiftless cowboy with horseshit on my boots. Never will either. And 
don't try and hand me any horseshit of your own by saying that you didn't 
mean it. I've heard all that crap before." 

"But I didn't," she insisted sobbingly in the manner of a very young girl 
who anticipated an imminent spanking. "You took it all wrong. I was kidding, 
honest I was. I never meant any of it." 

"Argue all you want, bitch, because it ain't gonna do you no good," Darrell 
steadfastly declared. 

It made him feel extra good to just watch the sight of the cringing Dawn 
Gerald trembling helplessly beneath him. For the first time that expression 
of cocksure certainty was missing. 

Tm gonna rip that fucking waitress' uniform clean off of your body, you 
lousy cunt," he growled, moving ever closer, his eyes widening as he assumed 
an even more menacing expression than before. 

"Please, don't do it," she shrieked. 

"Shut up or you'll make me even madder. I'm not here to listen to a lot of 
childish crying." 

Darrell's rock hard body landed with solid suddenness on the mat as he 
reached out with his strong, heavily-calloused hands and started to rip 
against the material of her uniform as she sobbed and begged him to 
reconsider his action. He never slowed down for an instant, his sharply 
gripping fingers ripping the material until it hung loosely from Dawn's 
voluptuous trembling body. 

"Shut up and you'll be better off," he shouted 

At that same time Charlie was removing the ropes from Ellen's ankles. Even 
though she was relieved that the blood would be able to circulate once more 
in her hands and ankles, Ellen's immediate attention was focused on the 
tearfully sobbing, thoroughly petrified Dawn Gerald as she was subjected to 
a shocking ordeal at the hands of Darrell, who was every bit as hell-bent on 
revenge toward Dawn as Jason had been only just ten days earlier. She was 
beginning to see the picture now. Apparently Darrell felt that he had been 
badly mistreated by Dawn just as Jason had felt mistreated by her. 

"I like to watch you tremble, Dawn," Darrell laughed, pulling the tattered 
material off of Dawn, then examining her semi-nude form as her trembling 
body lay next to him. It was the first time that he had ever seen her in 
anything other than her waitress' outfit, and examining her in her bright 
red bikini panties and matching brassiere caused his breath to come in short 
puffs and his already erect penis to harden with even greater desire. 

"You've got a great body, bitch, I can say that." Darrell said. 

His next move was to reach down with both hands and let his fingers quickly 
curl against the back of her brassiere. Darrell pinched and squeezed, 
undoing the brassiere straps and prying the material from her body, staring 
at her firm, captivating white breasts as they pointed in their emphatic 
smooth glory toward him, prompting him to immediately reach out and explore 
their silky confines. 

Darrell's fingers solidly pressed against the crinkly mounds of melon-like 
flesh. His probing fingers dug and squeezed against the smoothness of her 
vast globes, and every time that he let them press and push he applied a 
little more force than before. 

"That I like," he laughed. "You wouldn't give me the time of day before, but 
now I'm able to fool with your tits all I want and you're not about to do 
anything about it." 

His fingers pressed against her warm boobs a few more times, then went to 
work with forceful precision against the ever hardening pebble-like surface 
of her pink nipples. It made Darrell feel good to notice the manner in which 
both her breasts and nipples were hardening under the insistent pressure 
that his fingers applied. He recognized that even though Dawn was petrified 
and totally unsure of herself in alien surroundings that she was still 
feeling a certain measure of excitement from his dominant finger thrusts. 

After squeezing his fingers several more times against Dawn's nipples he 
shifted his action downward toward her firm, wiggling asscheeks, which were 
reacting under the pressure-filled excitement of the moment. His fingers 
solidly grabbed hold of the waistband of Dawn's panties. Darrell's heart 
pulsated with accelerating excitement as he listened to the erotically 
exciting sounds of the material of her panties scraping against her firm 
trembling white thighs as he lowered her panties more and more while his two 
partners and the naked Ellen watched. 

Dawn felt humiliated over having the horny, heavily panting Darrell 
assertively removing her panties in front of three strangers, but through it 
all thousands of volts of strange electricity danced unexplainably in her 
stomach as Darrell kept pulling her panties ever lower. Finally he tugged 
them off her ankles with one sweeping wrist movement and off of her 
altogether as he looked between her nakedly splayed legs and got his first 
extended look at the shadowy ringlets of her black pubic curls which 
shrouded the enticing pink surface of her cunt. 

So now Dawn is completely naked just like our blonde friend Ellen over 
there," Darrell laughed sadistically. 

Dawn's expressive dark eyes glanced fearfully at Ellen for a fleeting 
instant. Ellen conveyed a sympathetic expression, knowing fully well what it 
was like to be in the unenviable position that Dawn occupied at that tense 
moment. A panting, hungry Darrell realized that his fantasies were now 
becoming reality. The woman who had caused him to toss and turn restlessly 
for so many nights, in which he had been forced ultimately to reach down and 
pump up and down his long aching cock until it was stilled by orgasm, was 
now his. 

His fingers reached down and began to toy with her striking black pubic 
curls, teasing her with slow, exploratory movements as her body reacted by 
twisting and turning on the mat. 

"You can get excited pretty damned easy," he laughed. "Sure thing. This old 
cowboy that you loved putting down is gonna give you a better fuck than you 
ever got from any other guys. My friends are gonna give you better screws 
than you ever got before. You and Ellen just don't realize how lucky you two 
are to be with three wild studs like us. We know how to take care of broads 
like you." 

Eventually Darrell let his fingers proceed downward toward the puffy lips of 
Dawn's quivering pussy. One side of her was dominated by terror while the 
other afforded a mixture of strange lustful excitement and a curiosity in 
which she wondered just what Darrell was planning to do to her. 

Once he withdrew his fingers from her cunt, Darrell looked over at Jason, 
who was standing just a few feet away from where the whips were kept. 

"Hand me that brown whip over there, Jason, if you don't mind," his friend 
told him. 

Jason nodded and grinned, walking over toward the whips and removing a 
brown-colored one from the wall just as Darrell had requested. Jason began 
to laugh as he watched Dawn break down once more in tears, covering her face 
with her hands several times 

"Oh my, I guess our little girl is having a long cry," he said, looking over 
at Darrell and winking as he handed him the whip. "Teach her the lesson she 
deserves." 

"Don't worry," Darrell quickly replied. "I can still hear that bitch putting 
me down, and nothing she could say would convince me that she didn't mean 
it." 

"They'll say anything once you've got them where you want them and they've 
got no power," Jason said as he walked away. 

 Chapter Twelve 

"Please, oh please, not that," Dawn Gerald sobbed unrestrainedly as a 
cold-eyed, stonily determined Darrell drew his brown whip back. 

"Roll over on your stomach," Darrell sharply commanded. 

A trembling Dawn did what she was told, rolling on her stomach, then 
cringing as she wondered whether Darrell would whip her or not, or if so 
when it would happen. 

"So I was the dumb, shiftless cowboy," he snarled bitterly. "Well, you're 
gonna get it. And I mean right now." 

Once more Darrell drew his whip back, gritting his teeth as he did. The whip 
landed with a loud popping sound as it made contact with Dawn's vulnerable, 
exposed left buttock. The decisive crackling sound was like music to 
Darrell's ears as he immediately broke into a wide grin. He observed her 
assflesh redden and heard the whimper that she gave out with after the 
contact had been made. 

"Now you're finding out who's in charge," he laughed. 

Again Darrell brought his trusty whip into play, this time allowing it to 
land with stinging impact against Dawn's right buttock, causing her whole 
body to quiver with pain as she let out a painful shriek which she had tried 
to suppress but could not. 

"Please, please, please, don't hurt me anymore," she begged. 

Ellen felt uncomfortable over having to watch the degrading spectacle in 
progress. She vividly recalled how painful the ordeal had been when she had 
been whipped by Jason, and she knew that the humiliation to which the 
distraught Dawn was being exposed was as great as the physical pain with 
which she was being inflicted. Several times she turned her head away, not 
wanting to have to look at a spectacle which sickened her. Ellen sympathized 
totally with the trembling, tearful, humiliated Dawn. 

Darrel grinned crookedly, then commenced lashing his trembling, sobbing 
victim's buttocks several more times, stopping just short of producing blood 
but leaving her ass cheeks with red welts. 

"Okay, if you'll stop bawling the whipping is over," Darrell said laughing 
amusedly. 

Jason walked over to Darrell and took the whip, hanging it back up as he got 
set to watch more of the unfolding activities. 

Darrell's stone hard cock stood out with great prominence as he took several 
menacing steps toward Dawn, whose body trembled from a combination of pain 
and fear as she lay on her stomach. 

He reached down and summarily grabbed Dawn by her coal black hair, holding 
on tightly as he broke into another grin. It made him feel happy to derive 
revenge from the previously sharp-tongued Dawn, who was now in a position of 
total subservience. 

"Roll over on your back," he commanded. 

Dawn immediately rolled over, then looked up at Darrell with glassy eyes, 
wondering what he would force her to do next. He surveyed her for several 
seconds, then let his eyes shift over to Ellen. The knowing manner in which 
he grinned at Ellen caused her to feel discomfort. She had been wondering 
all along why she had been forced to watch this escapade, which she found 
sickening and revolting. Finally Darrell's eyes shifted back to Ellen. 

"Ellen's a beautiful woman, Dawn, don't you agree?" Darrell asked ever so 
suddenly. 

"Yes, she is," Dawn replied, wondering just what Darrell was doing bringing 
Ellen into the picture. 

"We could have really punished you by forcing you to make it with some old 
hag, but you're going get to go down on a beautiful blonde," Darrell said 
"You're very lucky indeed." 

Dawn flinched, after which Ellen did the same. Now Ellen knew why she had 
been brought into the picture. These three men seemingly never stopped 
thinking of ways to humiliate her and make her feel uncomfortable, and now 
she had company in the person of Dawn. 

"C'mon, Dawn, just crawl over to your baby on your knees and start sucking 
her pussy," Darrell laughed. "Better yet, I wanna see you play with her 
boobs and suck them first." 

"I... I've never had sex with a woman before," Dawn told him in a voice 
rendered almost to silence, projecting almost totally abject defeat. 

"Now ain't that just too damned bad," Darrell exploded. "You keep your mouth 
shut, Ellen, or you'll get that cute blonde butt of yours whipped and 
whipped hard. As for you, Dawn, I've heard as much of this damned schoolgirl 
bickering as I'm gonna listen to. I've had it, baby, I've really had it. Now 
you're gonna do just what I tell you and that's it. Isn't that right men?" 

"You bet," Charlie said. "If you know what's good for you, gal, you're gonna 
do exactly as Darrell says. That is, if you want to end up all in one 
piece." 

"That's pretty good advice." Darrell nodded "Now get over there, bi ten. 
Crawl to the beautiful blonde and start playing with her boobs. I'm giving 
you a break. I'm giving you a chance to get into it gradually. You oughta be 
more grateful for the favors I'm willing to do for you." 

"That's right, you oughta be more grateful," Jason chimed in. 

Fear dominated Dawn's eyes as she accepted the inevitable, realizing that if 
she failed to yield to Darrell's wishes that she would be beaten far worse 
than she already had been. Darrell smiled broadly as he watched her slowly 
crawl toward Ellen, who looked at her sympathetically, disliking having to 
be a party to such forced activity. 

Dawn's trembling hands moved slowly toward Ellen's firm ivory breasts. Her 
head swirled in a rising sea of confusion. Never in her life had she been 
forced to perform sex with anyone against her will. Not only that, but now 
she was compelled to have sex with a woman, making that a first time 
proposition as well. 

And there was Darrell, grinning sadistically as his even white teeth 
glistened, enjoying the prospect of watching her engage in something 
demeaning. She had considered him dehumanized right from the beginning, but 
now Dawn resented deeply having come on that strong when he had asked her 
out in what she construed to be a crude manner. Maybe if she had not leveled 
such insulting comments at him he would have left her alone and would not 
have involved himself in a kidnapping plot against her to extract revenge. 

As Dawn's fingers began to press with uncertainty against the crinkly white 
flesh of Ellen's bosoms her eyes met those of Ellen. Theirs was an 
expression of mutual sympathy and understanding. Neither of them had ever 
been involved in a lesbian act previously, but now they were being forced to 
endure anything that the three depraved men asked of them, recognizing that 
if they failed to do so that it might cost them their lives. 

"C'mon now, you can do better than that. Dawn you bitch," an unsympathetic 
Darrell called out with rising impatience. "We all expect, to be treated to 
a damned good show, and if we don't get it then there'll be all kinds of 
hell to pay by both of you." 

"You can just bet your damned tits on that one!" Jason said. "We're not the 
kind of guys who'll put up with any crap from spoiled broads like you two. 
You'd just better do any damned thing that we tell you to do, and when you 
do it you do it just like we say." 

"Very well put," Charlie said. "Snap to it, you lousy little whores. We 
expect to be entertained." 

As Dawn continued to look into Ellen's eyes, the blonde leaned over slightly 
toward her and whispered, "You'd better do what they say, honey. I can tell 
you from past experience that they mean business." 

"We'd better make it look real," Dawn whispered back. 

"We've got to." 

Dawn realized that her scruples had to be surrendered in the interests of 
safety as her fingers curled and pressed with greater speed and intensity 
than before as they shoved against the alabaster warmth of Ellen's 
dramatically hardening breasts. 

As her fingers began to move with greater speed and smoothness against their 
taut target, Dawn's heart started to dramatically pulsate while she 
discerned a definite change coming over her. All of a sudden she started to 
experience those same nervous sensations in her stomach that always 
accompanied sex with someone she found appealing. One other familiar sign 
surfaced as well, Dawn felt tingling waves of titillating warmth generating 
between her nakedly splayed, now trembling legs and inside her restless, 
invigorated pink pussy. 

She looked over at Ellen once more and observed a reddening in her cheeks 
and a breathless condition emerging. Could it actually be that they were 
getting excited in each other's presence, Dawn asked? She had to admit, even 
as she sought to deny that there was any relevance to such a viewpoint, that 
Ellen was about as stunning a blonde as she had ever laid eyes on. Not only 
did she possess a beautiful face and flawless smooth skin, but her 
voluptuous body was tapered to perfection, her skin possessing a firmness as 
well as smoothness. 

The fires continued to build within Dawn's steadily intensifying body as she 
allowed her fingers to dig in even more tightly as they pressed against 
Ellen's ripe tits. The quicker and more resolutely that she applied her 
stirring fingers, the more eagerly that Ellen in turn reacted as her hips 
and ass cheeks circulated in a circular fashion with rippling enthusiasm and 
her warm, captivating breasts pushed forward as they responded to the 
timely, spirited finger stabs being sent forth by Dawn. 

"Now that's a little more like what we wanted," Darrell nodded. "C'mon now, 
Dawn, and start pushing your fingers against her nipples. Squeeze them real 
nice. They oughta be good and hard by now, so give it all you've got. Move 
your fingers real crisp. Yeah, oh, I'm really getting hard just watching 
this. Do I ever love it. What wild action, damned wild action, I love the 
way things are happening." 

Dawn's warm, pistoning fingers withdrew themselves from her lover's warm 
twisting breasts and went solidly to work against the prickly hard pink 
pebbles of her nipples, causing Ellen's writhing body to twist more 
resoundingly than before. Dawn heard her let out a loud, seething sigh as 
her fingers rapidly and decisively pierced the firm folds of taut 
accommodating flesh. 

"Get down there and start sucking her tits and nipples," Darrell called out. 
"Really get into it. I wanna see results. I wanna see you two really go to 
it." 

Dawn reached out and let her fingers clutch against Ellen's breasts in a 
vise-like grip. The longer that her probing fingers twisted against the 
silky white cones, the louder Ellen's gasps and sighs grew until Dawn 
realized that it would be foolish to even try and con herself anymore. 
Whether she wanted to admit it or not, there were joys to be derived by 
fingering the lovely blonde's ripe breasts and hard nipples, and it was 
equally obvious judging by the response her efforts received that Ellen was 
enjoying the brisk activity as well. 

Reacting quickly to Darrell's latest demand, Dawn reached down and let her 
scarlet tongue slither forward and make initial contact with Ellen's 
quivering ripe mounds of flesh, which stuck up prominently like a pair of 
tent poles. Although her first few movements were slow and meticulous, the 
breathless gasps that Ellen uttered coupled with the manner in which her 
asscheeks reeled prompted Dawn to eagerly step up her gyrating tongue pace 
as her wet pistoning digit splashed with speedy authority against the silky 
white globes of trembling flesh. 

"They're really going at it now," Charlie said. "You got them going, 
Darrell, and you can be damned proud of yourself." 

"They sure are putting on one hell of a show now," Darrell laughed robustly. 
"Looks like I'm gonna have to keep directing things just like I am. Yes 
indeed, this is great." 

Without even having to be told, Dawn started alternating her spearing tongue 
efforts from Ellen's inflamed boobs to her taut pink nipples, her pace 
spiritedly increasing with each succeeding tongue blast. 

Darrell watched the action for a few minutes longer, then decided it was 
time to push Dawn into another phase of activity. 

"Okay, so you've got Ellen loosened up," he said, "so now I want you to get 
busy down there in her twat. Just tickle her clit a few times with your 
tongue and you'll drive her wild. If that won't get her off then nothing 
will." 

Suddenly the full realization of what was expected of her dawned 
resoundingly on Dawn's consciousness. Of course, she realized, the 
preliminary actions were designed to get herself and Ellen warmed up, and 
now she was expected to finish things off beautifully with a wild tongue 
attack on Ellen's pussy. 

She looked up at Darrell with pleading eyes that were suddenly misting with 
tears. 

"Please don't make me go that far," she said in a soft, subservient tone of 
voice. 

"I said before and I'll say just one more time that I don't want to hear 
anymore crap out of you," Darrell exploded, his face reddening with rage. 
"Now when I tell you to do something you just go ahead and do it without 
handing me any static. Now get down there and start sucking Ellen's box 
before I start slapping the hell out of you, and don't think for one second 
that I won't do it." 

Fear once more intensified within Dawn as she recognized that Darrell would 
not compromise one inch where it came to his pleasures. 

 Chapter Thirteen 

Dawn slid her head downward slowly between Ellen's long, well-tapered, 
nakedly splayed white legs. The closer that her tongue moved toward Ellen's 
palpitating, desire-ridden cunt, the more pronounced the fragrance of the 
blonde's muff became as Dawn eyed the golden tresses of her pubic vee, then 
the pink warmth of her now electrified velvety vagina, which had been pushed 
to a state of invigorating excitement by Dawn's earlier finger and tongue 
efforts directed toward her jutting breasts and aroused nipples. 

"Start sucking before I whip your ass," Darrell commanded, his voice taking 
on an added edge of impatience. 

Although fear and embarrassment dominated Dawn's inner being, those same 
seething flames of lusty desire that had characterized her earlier actions 
with Ellen were still present. She now knew that anything short of perfect 
blind obedience on her part toward placating Darrell's demands would be met 
with harsh reprisal. 

Her tongue suddenly lurched forward, brushing against the matted silky pubic 
hairs of an already infatuated Ellen, whose swirling hips danced with 
merriment. She had felt those name early waves of misgiving that had been an 
inherent part of Dawn, but as the activity continued to evolve she grew to 
like what was happening to her, particularly the way that Dawn's 
spellbinding tongue would surge with blazing anxiety against her warm, 
responsive breasts. The slithering movements of Dawn's tongue brushing 
against her pubic locks caused Ellen's heart to pound with surging waves of 
pulsating desire. 

"Start sucking her faster," Darrell crisply ordered, delighted at the 
results he was achieving and basking in voyeuristic delight over the manner 
in which he was being entertained. "Start pushing your tongue against her 
snatch. Show her you really mean business, you little bitch. Go after her 
cunt. Eat out every drop of her pussy juice. I expect you to show a lot of 
enthusiasm so let's really get into it. Do it, c'mon, really suck out her 
cunt." 

While Ellen's taut, widely spread ass cheeks maneuvered back and forth in a 
sea of turbulent anxiety, Dawn's tongue moved dramatically from the blonde's 
curly pubic hairs and into the salacious confines of her wet pink vaginal 
flesh. 

The brunette's wet scarlet tongue pushed its way into the fiery depths of 
Ellen's puffy cuntlips, her tongue laving her devastated vaginal walls with 
lascivious ecstasy. No, Dawn realized down deep, it was more than the 
insistent demands of Darrell to which she was reacting. There was a certain 
chemistry that had developed between her and the panting, palpitating blonde 
that she was sucking with speedy enthusiasm that could neither be explained 
nor denied. The only thing she was certain about was its existence. 

Remembering what Darrell had said earlier, and recalling how she had reacted 
on those occasions when men had sucked her twat, Dawn decided that it was 
time to let her tongue ravenously explore the forbidden reaches of Ellen's 
clitoris, and so her scalding red tongue began to push against the tiny bud 
of her wet, quiveringly erect love button, causing her seething white 
buttocks to spasm in nervous reaction to the piercing tongue thrusts. 

Even though Ellen was doing her best to suppress her feelings at least 
outwardly, ashamed to let the men know just how much she was enjoying the 
bristling action that a woman was providing for her, she was unable to hold 
back a loud gasp that emanated when Dawn's stiffly probing tongue flung 
against the sensitive confines of her erect clitoris. 

"Keep sucking, go faster," Darrell shouted. "You're gonna have her off with 
just a few more quick strokes. Oh damn, this is something, I'm about to go 
off just watching you two." 

Dawn's sweeping tongue pushed against Ellen's throbbing clitoris for a few 
more strokes, then abruptly switched her tingly tongue contact to Ellen's 
slickened cunt. Beads of perspiration rolled down the excited blonde's 
armpits as Dawn blaster away with her piercing tongue, driving it with 
unswerving swiftness as it speared her twat. 

Ellen's nostrils flared with seething zeal as Dawn pushed her ever nearer 
the precipice of a seismic cunt-blast. The imminent explosion smoldered 
relentlessly within her, the cuntal shock waves magnifying with each 
vigorous, spearing thrust that Dawn delivered. 

While Dawn's steadily determined tongue kept driving into the wet, 
sweltering depths of Ellen s blazing vagina, the brunette reached up with 
her zealous fingers and let them press and push against the firm, ripe 
melons of Ellen's jiggling breasts, which twisted from side to side while 
her ravenous tongue salaciously attacked her forbidden orifice. 

"Oh, Dawn honey, I'm almost off," Ellen sighed, her hips gyrating with wild 
desire. "Get me off, I'm on fire, my pussy is on fire, keep sucking me." 

Spurred on with even greater intensity by the sound of Ellen's urgent tones, 
Dawn's twisting tongue sensitively collided with the wet petals of Ellen's 
tingly pink pussy a few more times, after which the blonde could hold back 
no more and the spewing droplets of salacious pussy sauce sprayed 
voluminously from her twat as she hissed loudly, her flouncing buttocks 
plopping luridly against the mat as she listened to the slurping sounds of 
Dawn gobbling up the droplets of pussy juice. 

Dawn kept telling herself as she went after every escaping drop of juice 
just how important it was to please Darrell. She kept trying to convince 
herself that, that was the only reason for her enthusiasm, but she was 
having difficulty making herself believe it as she kept gulping down the 
fiery cunt liquid. 

When the stream ceased and Dawn released her tongue from Ellen's pussy, she 
immediately observed a wild-eyed Darrell moving menacingly toward her, his 
fingers whipping with lusty anticipation as they drove up and down the thick 
meaty surface of his long, hard cock, which bulged with rippling desire. 

"Now I'm really gonna get mine," he smiled sadistically. 

Dawn braced herself, her body tensing spontaneously as she tried to 
anticipate what was coming. She was reasonably certain of one thing, a 
conviction that was reinforced by the way that Darrell was staring at her, 
and that was Darrell's strong revenge motivation, which was interspersed 
with lust. She feared that he not only wanted to get his rocks off, but that 
he desired to hurt her as well. 

Removing his fingers from his hard sturdy cock, Darrell threw himself down 
on his knees, landing inches from the trembling Dawn. Anticipation welled up 
within him as he got ready to achieve something that he had dreamed of for 
so long without success, the opportunity to not only have sex with Dawn, but 
to get it on his own terms in any way that he saw fit. The barriers of 
restraint were removed and he had the opportunity to proceed as he saw fit. 

A raging genital heat enveloped his surging loins as Darrell reached out and 
let his fingers sharply grab Dawn's firm milky white breasts. He pinched and 
squeezed the ripe melons, eventually letting his fingernails dig in solidly 
against her breasts. Dawn grimaced and gasped painfully as Darrell dug in 
some more, exercising force as a broad smile swept across his face. His 
vengeance campaign was reaching another milestone at the stunning brunette's 
expense. 

Once that he finished digging his fingernails resolutely against Dawn's 
breasts, Darrell allowed his fingers to push firmly against her pink 
nipples. He kneaded the flesh ever so swiftly, then once more brought his 
fingernails into play, letting them twist and thrust, against the 
pebble-like surface as Dawn moaned throatily. 

"Sure, I'm hurting you some," he laughed as he withdrew his fingernails from 
her nipples, "and I figure to be hurting you some more. But I'm gonna get my 
share of thrills, that's for sure." 

Darrell listened to Dawn whimper, then reached down with both hands and 
allowed his grinding fingers to explore the firm fleshy ridges of his 
victim's superbly-contoured ass cheeks. The deeper that his intense fingers 
dug into the resilient folds of silky flesh, the more noticeable Dawn's 
painful moans became. It was obvious to Darrell that she was the kind of 
spoiled woman who was used to getting her way in sex, as well as in other 
things, and it made him feel extra good to know that he was in a position to 
teach her a lesson. 

Her fingernails continued to sharply indent against Dawn's quivering 
buttocks, which had already been reddened by Darrell's earlier vigorous whip 
assault. She let out a sigh of relief when he finally turned loose of her 
ass cheeks, allowing his stiffly probing fingers to shove downward and make 
jolting contact against her creamy thighs. The moment that his searing 
fingers made contact with the white flesh his heart started pulsating more 
rapidly than ever. The raging genital heat within him accelerated in his 
highly sensitive lust-bloated balls as he moved ever nearer the point when 
he would have to directly satisfy his electrified cock as thousands of volts 
seemed to he gushing through his vitally alive body. He realized that even 
though he was eager to hurt Dawn and was desirous of gaining revenge against 
her that he also had strong urges toward her as a sex partner, and now that 
he was fulfilling them Darrell felt like he had been projected into the 
clouds. 

While his fingers stirringly pushed up and down Dawn's trembling thighs and 
ankles Darrell shoved his tremulous, rock hard body forward, looking down 
all the while at his huge swollen cock. He heaved a loud sigh, jerked his 
hips back and forth with nervous anxiety, then drove his sharply devastating 
cock into the previously forbidden portals of Dawn's hair-fringed fissure. 

His first blistering stab was administered with lightning precision and 
razor sharp impact, stinging Dawn's sensitive cuntal channel as his cock 
roared savagely, pummeling her between her quivering, nakedly splayed thighs 
as Darrell let out a grunt. 

"What a tight ass," he exclaimed, looking over at his friends Jason and 
Charlie and grinning. "What a fucking ass! Do I ever love sticking my prick 
into this!" 

Darrell's fingers fastened against Dawn's shapely thighs with sharper 
ridgity and impact as he warmed up to the experience of hammering his 
flaming penis spear into the tight inner depths of Dawn's pink-slitted cunt. 

While Dawn's sleek hips contracted under the tempestuous fury of her 
pursuer's thundering cock attack, she uplifted her twisting alabaster 
buttocks as she let out an animalish mewl. As much as she had hated this 
beast who was imposing his will physically upon her, and who had earlier 
thrashed her ass with a whip, there was something impressive about his 
unmitigated lustful intrusions into tightly clinging cuntal walls. The 
faster that he pumped his unyielding phallic hose into the intimate confines 
of her scalding cunt, which was wrought with searing passion, the closer 
that she found herself moving toward the seemingly unexplainable act of 
orgasm, unexplainable in view of the contempt in which she held the panting 
bully who was taking her by force. . 

Darrell began sucking air in short surges as his cock dramatically poled in 
its foreskinned excitement into her wetly seeping cuntal sheath. Once more 
she hissed and mewled animalishly as Darrell looked down at Dawn's 
hair-enshadowed loins and delivered his stinging penis with great gusto. His 
throbbing balls beat a steady tattoo against her naked, upturned ass cheeks 
as Darrell's lust inciting cock secretions continued, projecting him ever 
closer to the state of a captivating climax. 

The delicate lips of Dawn's pink pussy started experiencing sensations that 
were more torrid than ever as she pushed that much nearer to the tingly 
precipice of a cuntal explosion. Her belly seethed with wanton lust. Even 
though she still hated Darrell, Dawn could not help responding to the 
intensity of his stiffly driving cock, which kept hammering with meaty 
impact inside the slickened confines of her throbbing cunt. 

His twisting fingers clung sharply to Dawn's shapely thighs while her hips 
flung with blistering zeal from side to side. The searing juices started to 
pour like bolts of wild volcanic lava from Dawn's searing, wetly palpitating 
cuntal channel as she heaved a low, lust-inspired moan. 

All the while Darrell kept driving the coned length of his surging cock with 
reckless zeal, shoving his impaling vehicle crisply into the fiery inner 
depths of her tight furry triangle, overjoyed that the juices were splashing 
from her slit. He knew that it would take very little time to sufficiently 
ignite the building blockbuster of wild sensation within his loins until the 
thick droplets of his spewing white penis juice would gush from the tip of 
his throbbing cock. 

His body careened forward with greater urgency than ever as Darrell sharply 
jabbed his grinding dagger-like prick into Dawn's still pulsating pussy. His 
pelvis shoved dramatically against hers as the salacious sensations that 
dominated his stone hard penis accelerated to the point where he knew that 
the end was inevitably near. Darrell looked down at his quivering, 
lust-bloated balls and gasped. 

The heavily pulsing head of his sturdy dagger implanted itself into the wet 
warmth of Dawn's moist cuntal sheath a few more times, after which he could 
hold back the onrushing floodtide of thick white penis-juice no longer. 

The scalding liquid cum began to spurt with flame-like impact from the 
resolute tip of Darrell's steadily onrushing cock in the form of an atomic 
explosion, his hips and buttocks gliding with unswerving desire as he heaved 
a series of short, puffy gasps. 

Dawn's fiery ass cheeks flared with burning ecstasy, twisting with great 
rapidity back and forth as the steaming droplets of thick gushing fluid kept 
spraying from the end of Darrell's devouring cock. 

He watched the hotly gushing sperm splash into the fiery tightness of Dawn's 
twisting pink slit until the final few droplets had inundated her, following 
which he then released his organ. 

It was not until Darrell removed his cock from Dawn's pussy that she began 
to feel the burning acute waves of pain. Her vagina had been ravaged by his 
ravenous non-stop cock efforts, and it wasn't until the action came to a 
halt chat she felt the great waves of tugging pain. Darrell had been 
determined to hurt her and had managed to do so in a number of ways. 

"Do you still feel high and mighty now?" a grinning Darrell asked when it 
was all over. 

"No," she said in a soft, barely audible tone. 

"I would hope not. You needed to be taught a lesson and you got it. At least 
your very first lesson." 

Dawn cringed when the words "first lesson" were uttered. They told her a 
great deal. What she had experienced was perhaps only the first of many such 
experiences at the hands of these brutal, barbaric captors. She wondered how 
long poor Ellen had been held by them, and the extent to which she had been 
dehumanized and debauched by these unsympathetic, hard-nosed bastards. Then 
too there was another nagging doubt which persisted in her mind-just how 
could she actually experience titillations with this dreadful beast Darrell? 
Try and deny it as she might, the fact remained that she had become excited 
during his wild and unmerciful cock attack. 

 Chapter Fourteen 

Moments after Darrell stepped off the mats, Jason suddenly appeared wearing 
the same kind of lewd leering grin that Darrell had before he had physically 
assaulted her. 

"So this is the same little uppity bitch who could hardly give my partner 
and me the time of day when we had coffee in the restaurant," Darrel said 
with a heavy trace of bitterness. "We've brought you down quite a bit 
already, and we're gonna bring you down some more. Take our good little 
blonde friend Ellen here. She had to learn some valuable lessons about how 
to act the right way and we've been teaching her plenty over the last ten 
days. Ain't that right, Ellen?" 

"Yes, Jason," she stiffly and nervously replied. 

"You see this is what you would call one of them finishing schools that you 
hear so much about," Jason's grin widened. 

Jason's remark brought laughter from Darrell and Charlie while producing a 
grimace from Ellen. 

"At most of these finishing schools you hear about it takes quite a bit of 
money to get into them," Jason continued. "Yeah, these real ritzy families 
send their young girls there so that they can get clued in on all the proper 
ways of acting. You're lucky that you got accepted at this school because my 
friends and I pride ourselves on maintaining real high standards. We'll 
teach a little bitch like you just how to act, behave in the presence of 
men, really turn you into something a lot different than you were when you 
came to us." 

Jason turned his head and let his eyes focus on the contraption that he had 
so proudly rigged up, the swing-tike apparatus that extended down from the 
ceiling. During the past ten days he had considered experimenting with it 
when Ellen was being broken in, but for one reason or another none of them 
had gotten around to using it. He wanted to put Dawn in a subservient 
position, to make her pay for what he considered to be her insulting 
attitude when he had seen her in the restaurant. 

"Men, I think it's time to use the swing," Jason turned and faced his 
partners. 

"Great idea," Charlie nodded. "I was thinking of that the other day. Funny 
how sometimes you're afraid to experiment with something new. Yeah, I'm 
completely with you." 

Charlie walked over toward Dawn, who continued to lay sprawled out on the 
mats, while Darrell followed a few steps behind, grinning knowingly. A 
helpless Dawn looked up at them with wide-eyed fear, her body immediately 
stiffening as each of them grabbed an arm, they picked her up, forcibly 
leading her to the swing-like apparatus, sitting her down inside of it. 
Ellen watched with sorrow, feeling great compassion and sympathy for Dawn as 
the men strapped in her hands and feet, making certain that her firm ripe 
buttocks bore no restraints. Finishing binding her, a chuckling Charlie 
pushed his fingers against Dawn's firm ripe ass cheeks, then gave her a 
shove. As she swung back and forth she looked like a young girl on a swing, 
with two basic exceptions; Dawn was strapped in and she wore an expression 
of fear. 

"Thanks for the help, men," Jason said. "I'm gonna really break this baby's 
ass in." 

"Oh no," Dawn shrieked. "Please. I've never had it that way before. You'll 
kill me." 

"Now calm down," Jason bristled impatiently. "Just relax and you're gonna 
make it a whole lot easier on yourself." 

"But can't you do something other than that?" 

"We make all the decisions and give all the orders around here," Jason told 
her emphatically. 

Jason looked over at Charlie. 

"Say Charlie," his eyes sparkled with unabated joy and determination, "you 
haven't been off yet." 

"I know, and I'm getting pretty damned horny watching all this action. Well, 
I'll get off after you." 

"I was just thinking of something. We could take her both at the same time. 
Give her some wild two-way sensations." 

"You mean, while you're stuffing your cock up between her buns I can shove 
it down her mouth." 

"That's exactly what I've got in mind." 

"You're a genius, Jason," Charlie laughed. "By the time we get through this 
little bitch will never smirk at anybody again." 

Dawn's body shook with terror as she sat helplessly in the swing, strapped 
in and unable to do anything to prevent the men from carrying out the crude 
plot that Jason had hatched. Eventually the swinging movements which had 
been propelling her through the air came to an abrupt halt as Jason reached 
out and grabbed her sore buttocks, squeezing them with such force that her 
eyes eventually welled up with tears. 

"What an ass," Jason exclaimed. "To think it ain't ever been fucked before. 
Now it's gonna get a wild workout. I'm gonna push this hard restless stick 
of mine up between those legs and really ram until the juices pop." 

While Jason prepared to launch into his ass fuck, Charlie occupied a 
position directly in front of the helpless Dawn, moving his fingers with 
brisk anxiety up and down the full length of his hard, rangy cock as he 
prepared for immediate action of his own. 

"I'm pushing this big proud prick right down your throat," Charlie told her 
emphatically. "You're gonna swallow a big load of cream, and while you're 
getting it in the mouth you're gonna be getting it up the ass at the same 
time. Yes, you're gonna be a busy gal." 

"She sure is," Jason laughed, "and we're gonna be pretty darned busy 
ourselves." 

Jason's fingers pushed with steely steadiness against Dawn's ripe but 
reddened asscheeks. Once more tears began to stream down her eyes, and this 
time she could not prevent a painful mewl from escaping from her lips. 

"Cut it out, crybaby," Jason sizzled impatiently. 

As his fingers continued to firmly press against her firm orbs of assflesh, 
Jason's cock and balls became inflamed with aching desire at the prospect of 
a sharp, rambling intrusion up between Dawn's buttocks and into the tight 
inner depths of her rectum. 

He let out an impatient hiss, then sharply projected his sturdy penis 
forward toward her writhing ass, which squirmed as best it could within the 
imprisoned confines of the swing apparatus in which she was strapped down. 
His nostrils flared as hot breath escaped while he pushed his thick 
thundering instrument forward. 

The realization that Dawn had never previously had her asshole entered made 
the sadistic Jason only more determined to enter her that much more 
savagely. While his fingers remained firmly curled around her white ass 
cheeks he knifed his broiling phallus into the tight inner confines of 
Dawn's anal channel for the first time. 

The moment that he made his initial impact, Dawn's face reddened, her eyes 
squinted, and tears streamed down both sides of her face as she let out a 
bloodcurdling scream of abject pain. 

"You're killing me, oh, you're killing me," she shrieked with loud 
desperation. 

"The hell I am," the determined Jason grunted laughing. "I'm just breaking 
that beautifully tight asshole of yours, in for screwing, that's all. And if 
you're gonna spend a lot of time bawling it'll only get worse for you." 

He gripped her asscheeks in a painfully tight manner, locking his fingers in 
a vise-like grip around them as his stiff, swollen rock slashed forward once 
more, driving with burning impact as it once more punctured the tight flesh 
of her anal passage, causing her to involuntarily cry out a second time. 
Dawn cursed herself for crying out at all, but felt helpless under the 
battering intrusions of Jason's angry bulbous cock, which had revenge as 
much as pleasure in its motivations. 

His stone hard cock kept grinding into her, and after several more knifing 
stabs Jason observed trickles of blood oozing from Dawn's ravaged anal 
channel as the blistering ass attack continued. The sensitized flesh of her 
excruciatingly stretched channel burned and pained from every vigorous 
assault as Jason pressed surgingly onward, his vicious organ pumping 
resolutely into her like a sex machine as his fingers kept tightly gripping 
her ass cheeks. 

"I think maybe it's time for me to get in there and take my little pound of 
flesh," a laughing Charlie said, staring into Dawn's terror-stricken, 
tear-filled eyes, then tugging several times at his hard, lengthy cock. 

"Go ahead," Jason gasped. "Oh, what a fucking ass." 

Ellen was forced to turn her head away time and again, unable to bear 
watching the cruel spectacle taking place only a few feet away from her. Not 
only could she readily sympathize with the poor distraught girl on the 
receiving end of Jason's crunching commando cock stabs; it also brought back 
memories of the time that her anal passage had been savagely entered for the 
first, time by Jason, who had worn the same kind of lewd, self-righteous 
smirk that contorted his features at that moment. 

"What an ass, oh, what an ass," he sighed, his hips threshing with unabated 
energy as his grinding vehicle kept driving up between her buttocks and into 
her seethingly painful asshole. 

While his roaring penis kept tearing deep inside the tortured, steadily 
sobbing Dawn's asshole, a spirited Charlie moved his body forward with a 
quick impulsive step. He reached down and clutched sharply at his steely 
member as he pushed it toward Dawn's mouth. 

"Just open your mouth," he panted, "because I'm gonna fuck hell out of it 
with my big stiff prick." 

The savagely assaulted Dawn realized that she was helpless to turn back the 
surging onslaught which was already engulfing her, but would soon be 
engulfing her two ways. 

With determined swiftness, Charlie let his savage penis plunge its way 
sharply inside Dawn's mouth. Ever so stiffly he allowed his bulbous cock to 
hammer with impassioned zeal into the cavernous depths of her mouth until 
her jaw began to ache. Dawn kept hoping that Charlie would let up in his 
efforts, but he was not about to do so, instead extending his salient 
thrusts and letting his bulging, erect member drive with slashing impunity 
into her sensitized channel. 

In addition to the great pain Dawn felt in her mouth from the wild, surging 
penis sieges of Charlie, her anus ached from the bristling, piston-like 
stabs of Jason as he relentlessly pushed toward the state of orgasm. 

She felt his lust-bloated testicles lewdly brush against her helpless 
asscheeks as Jason's cannonading cock devastated her time and again as he 
pushed his way ever closer to the moment when the seminal floodtide would 
explode like an earthquake from the spongy tip of his resolute, 
anxiety-filled staff. 

The stirring apex of his salacious prick kept driving sharply up between 
Dawn's firm asscheeks as Jason reached out and firmly clutched at the nether 
cheeks of Dawn's ass. 

Ellen was sorry that she could not afford any assistance or even verbal 
comfort to the stoutly impaled Dawn as Jason's rock hard fleshy member kept 
driving spiritedly into the elastic nether cheeks of her asshole. All the 
while the equally brutal Charlie kept pushing his drubbing penis into the 
solid wet depths of Dawn's mouth, impaling his steely shaft into her as he 
moved ever nearer to the moment of great joy when the splashing prick fluids 
would spray from the end of his steadily torpedoing missile. 

A few blasting stabs later the inevitable time bomb had to be released from 
the end of Charlie's rippling cock and into Dawn's mouth. His ass cheeks 
quivered and his leathery ball sacs continued to swell and itch until he 
could stand it no more. 

"Here we go," he sputtered loudly. "Damn, oh, ah, it's all gonna shoot out 
of me. Take it, every fucking drop. It'll all spray into you bitch. 
Ooooooohhhh, catch it, there it goes. A bull's-eye in your cunt." 

Jason watched the orgasmic activity closely, observing Charlie's hips 
rocking with nervous anxiety as the splashing droplets of spewing white 
cream gushed prolifically from the end of his steadfast tool. 

As the juices entered her mouth with scalding impact like boiling water 
raging into a small culvert, the helpless Dawn's eyes rolled and she began 
to wonder just how much of his seismic semen floodtide she could withstand. 
The juices continued to soar, causing the besieged and thoroughly dominated 
Dawn to wonder if there would be any end to the wild procession. The 
onrushing stream continued until every salty white droplet had spilled down 
Dawn's throat, and it was not until then that he removed his cock from her 
mouth. 

But Dawn was not destined to experience any meaningful relief until the 
sadistic ravaging of her sore, devastated behind had been completed. She 
felt Jason's leathery testicles slapping lewdly against her asscheeks once 
more and she kept hoping that the juices would finally tumble from the end 
of his skewering shaft and into her anal channel. 

"Is this ever an ass," Jason laughed sadistically. "It's a real pleasure 
blasting away inside her asshole, ah, how tight, how deliciously tight, ah, 
I could fuck this asshole forever." 

While his insistent stabs kept ravaging her pain-ridden asshole, Dawn 
listened to the ever rising gasps and grunts that Jason emitted as he pushed 
his way to climax, punishing her as he shoved his piercing spear into the 
hot rubbery depths of her elastically yielding rectum. Even though she was 
tightly bound, Dawn's buttocks were able to contract back and forth to a 
limited degree as she sensed that the end was finally near when the semen 
explosion would occur. 

Even though she hated this man and despised the pain that she was forced to 
endure, there was something about the persuasive manner that he gunned his 
blood-engorged tool into the elastic nether ring of her abused anus that 
impressed her in a strange way, actually causing her to feel a few rippling 
waves of sensation in her body, particularly in her tingly pussy. It just 
didn't make sense to her, but then, after thinking about things in depth, 
she recognized that none of it truly made any sense, starting with the 
ominous moment in the parking lot behind the restaurant when she was 
abducted at knife-point. 

Jason heaved a loud series of sighs, simultaneously increasing the flow of 
his torpedo-like, stinging cock assaults. His trembling hands reached out 
and slapped sturdily at Dawn's sore ass cheeks, causing her to let out a 
painful hiss. 

Several moments later she mewled animalishly as Jason's stone hard erection 
dug sadistically into her excruciatingly stretched channel of sensitized 
flesh. She wanted to cry out and beg him not to hurt her anymore, but knew 
that if she did he would only make certain to punish her that much more 
painfully. 

As her heart pounded pulsatingly, Dawn realized that she still felt a 
blazing wave of erotic sensation gushing through her body, despite the acute 
pain that she was simultaneously experiencing. 

His virile pumping pole landed savagely between her contracting asscheeks 
several more times, until finally he heaved a deep sigh and she began to 
feel the thick spraying droplets of exploding cream splashing profusely from 
the end of his itchy, aroused cock. 

"Oh, the best is always saved for last," he sighed. "It's just too bad it 
can't last forever, but it sure was beautiful while it lasted. It's great, 
oh, ah, just to make those buns wriggle and quiver a few more times. Yeah, 
that's the kind of action I love to watch." 

"Did you ever get a fuck," Darrell said as he watched Jason remove his penis 
from Dawn's asshole. 

"Do you wanna fuck it?" Jason asked. 

"I think maybe I'd like to drive my prick into Ellen's asshole," Charlie 
grinned lewdly as he looked over at the voluptuous blonde who continued to 
recline on the far edge of the mats. "In fact, it would be a good idea to 
put her in the swing." 

Ellen was not at all that surprised to realize that she was now being 
recruited directly onto the scene. She knew from past experience that the 
sexual appetites of the three men were almost insatiable, and that they were 
not about to stop until they had orgasmed to the point where their juices 
had dried up. 

She watched as Jason undid Dawn, who rose slowly from the swing, then 
collapsed in weary pain on another part of the mats. Darrell moved forward, 
looked into Ellen's eyes, then nodded. It was his way of letting her know 
that he wanted her in the swing immediately. 

As Ellen's hands and feet were bound and she anticipated another ringing 
assfuck, she wondered just what the future would hold for herself and her 
new partner in misfortune, the lovely brunette they called Dawn. 
Furthermore, she began, wondering if she might be getting more acclimated to 
their brutal idea of sex. As Darrell finished binding her feet her body 
began quivering with sensual anxiety over the prospect of some immediate 
brutal anal penetration. 

Soon Darrell's strong fingers were sharply gripping her firm ass flesh as he 
prepared to launch into his vigorous sodomy attack. 

 Chapter Fifteen 

The three men felt as if they had truly arrived when Jason located their 
first opportunity to make a big cash score. 

He met a muscular, bull-necked man in a leather jacket at a beer bar in 
Phoenix who proclaimed that he was leader of the horniest band of 
ball-busting motor-cyclists in the entire West. After the men had had 
several pitchers of beer and were getting wilder in their conversation, 
Jason decided that he would do a little leveling. The head of the motorcycle 
gang, who introduced himself as Steve, bemoaned the fact that he just 
couldn't seem to find women tough enough to withstand the kind of 
uncompromising sex that Steve and the other members of the gang liked to 
mete out. 

"Especially when it comes to ass fucking," he whispered, then let out a 
loud, booming laugh. 

"Well I've got something in mind, Steve old friend, that you and your cycle 
buddies oughta really go for," Jason grinned. 

Jason suggested that the two girls start off by turning the gang on through 
making it with each other, after which the members could launch into any 
kind of action that they saw fit to pay for. An elated Steve grinned 
approval, after which a price was agreed upon and a time stipulated. 

The afternoon in question Jason and his partners were beaming happy smiles 
as they anticipated in enriching financial score, one they viewed as only 
the first of many. The petrified girls lay naked on the mats, their hands 
and feet tightly bound, wondering if their bodies were tough enough and 
resilient enough to withstand the savage assaults of a rugged motorcycle 
gang. 

Several minutes after the appointed hour the door flung open and a team of 
advancing policemen moved swiftly into view, guns in their hands, which they 
alertly pointed in the direction of the three men. 

"Freeze, don't anybody try anything," the first officer said. 

"What's this all about?" Jason shouted, but the fear in his voice was only 
too evident. 

"What's this all about?" the officer asked as he advanced toward Jason. 
"Don't tell me that these are your girl friends and they enjoy being tied up 
like this." 

"We're just having some kicks. Maybe our tastes are a little different from 
yours. That don't give you no right to invade our privacy like this." 

"When we've got a warrant for your arrest, Jason Bogart, and the arrest of 
your friends Wicker and Oglesby it sure does." 

"I don't know you," Jason cringed as a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. 

"No, but we all know you," the officer said, stopping a few feet away from 
Jason. "We knew about two young women turning up suddenly missing and we had 
to suspect some foul play there. We also did a little checking and found out 
that you split up with one of the girls, Ellen Stacey, and that you left 
town a few weeks ago. We figured there might be a connection between you and 
the missing girl." 

"That's me, officer," Ellen said. 

"I figured as much," the officer nodded. "So we checked and found out that 
you associated with a couple of drinking buddies named Oglesby and Wicker, 
and that they suddenly turned up missing too. Well, we figured you were 
hiding out somewhere, and you picked out a good hiding spot. I've got to 
credit you with that. But you were pretty stupid to think you could pull 
something like this off. You had to come out of hiding sometimes. I suppose 
by now you've figured out who you were talking to in that bar, the guy named 
Steve." 

"An undercover officer?" Jason asked in a whisper, his face turning chalk 
white as the cold sweat continued to roll down both sides of his face. 

"You guessed it," the officer confirmed. 

"You dumb son of a bitch," Oglesby exploded, "I've got a good mind to beat 
your ass till you're half dead, Jason." 

"You're not beating anybody's ass," the officer said calmly. "We're taking 
the three of you in and taking the girls back to freedom." 

Ellen and Dawn exchanged smiles of relief. The long ordeal was now over and 
the grand plans of the three men thwarted. 


End
