Chapter 9
"I've got to get a hold of myself," Jill warned herself as she paced the floor. "I'm only making things worse."
She felt hunted in her own home. The rapist, she thought, could have already sneaked inside. He might be watching her at this very moment.
As the walls closed in on her, Jill had an insight. Her house was like a prison because it was the first place the rapist would expect to find her.
"Maybe I still have a chance to get away," she whispered.
Minutes later she was in her car, backing out of the driveway. Her tires screeched on the pavement when she shifted the gears and floored the gas pedal.
Her car picked up speed. She was heading for the highway and an escape route to anywhere.
As the car sped along, Jill rolled down the window and took the wind in her face. With fresh air in her lungs and a refreshing breeze cooling her skin, she allowed herself some hope.
Maybe this was the best thing, Jill thought. She could just keep going. Driving through the rest of the day and the night, until she was far away. She could start her life all over again in a different city.
She never made the highway.
"Slow down, bitch," the familiar voice said from the back seat.
In panic, Jill's eyes jumped to the rear-view mirror. The face that matched the voice was leering at her. Then she watched the barrel of a gun move toward her head. When the cold steel of the muzzle pressed against her temple, she did not have to be told to put her foot back on the accelerator.
"Good girl," Al Field said. "Turn left at the next corner, then keep going straight until I tell you to turn again."
They drove in silence. Jill had nothing to say. She guessed that she had suspected all along that Al Field was the man who was stalking her. Talking wouldn't change anything now.
"Okay," Al Field said after a couple of miles, "turn right up here and drive slowly."
They were on the outskirts of town now. People didn't live along the road on which theirs was the only car traveling.
The landscape was scarred with one auto graveyard after another. The low-hanging afternoon sun glared through the bent frames of the twisted chassis, making the gutted cars seem like stacks of jack-o-lanterns.
"This is it," Al Field hissed in Jill's ear. "Go in here."
The place was abandoned. A recent rain had softened the unpaved ground into mud and the gray muck splattered on the windshield as Jill drove the car into a corridor between heaping rows of rusting automobiles.
"Pull over by that van," Al instructed. "Then get out, nice and low. I'll have the gun on your every move."
Jill did exactly as she was told. Stark fear had turned her into a robot.
The van was an abandoned bakery truck-Jill could just make out the name on the peeling side. Al told her to open the rear doors and get into the back of it.
Inside, somebody had laid a lumpy, torn mattress. Jill smelled something that she mistook for rotting fish. Then quickly she recognized it as the aroma of stale cum.
"We'll be alone here," Al said, as he prodded Jill all the way into the rear of the van with the gun barrel. "You can scream all you want. Nobody will ever hear you."
Without warning, Al hammered the gun butt down between Jill's shoulder blades. Her pain was excruciating as her body pitched forward from the brutal impact.
Jill sprawled on her belly for only a moment, though. Al rolled her over and thrust his free hand between her thighs, pushing her skirt out of the way while he grabbed the crotch-band of her panties.
Al ripped the panties away. As Jill's cunt throbbed in the open, Al brought the gun barrel to it and inserted the muzzle in the crack of her pussy lips.
"I could blow a hole in you wide enough to drive this van through," Al warned. "So don't get cute, Jill. You'll like my cock a lot better than a bullet up your cunt."
"Okay... okay, Al," Jill choked with fear. "Whatever you say. Do anything you want to me. Just don't kill me."
The only thing Jill was sure of was that she wanted to live. She would make every moment count if she could just survive this ordeal.
Al looked into her eyes, reading them closely.
"Ahhh, you're scared out of your wits," he noted with pleasure. "Really afraid to die. I like that."
"Just go ahead and fuck me," Jill pleaded. "Get that gun away from my cunt and put your cock inside me. I'll cooperate."
The gun left Jill's pussy. But its muzzle returned in a chilling circle against her temple as Al replaced it between her legs with his rigid dick.
Al's cock-head pierced the split of Jill's pussy lips. It pushed inside the tunnel of her cunt, followed by several inches of shaft. The flesh and blood of Al's prick was as warm in Jill's twat as the gun metal was cold.
"Deeper, deeper," Jill heard herself say. The eagerness in her voice disturbed her.
But she could not control the excitement rising in her loins. Al's cock made her cunt spasm. She couldn't help it. All of a sudden, she wanted nothing more than Al's cock all the way up her pussy, fucking her to the hilt.
Al's hard-on surged to the depths of Jill's twat, every inch inside. Jill could feel the heat of his balls at the bottom of her cock-filled cunt. She began rolling her hips, fucking back.
"You're too horny for your own good," Al abruptly snapped, freezing his prick in Jill's pussy. "You turned me on more when you were scared."
He cocked the hammer of the gun, jabbing the muzzle against Jill's temple. Her heart thumped two or three times and then Jill was sure it had stopped beating.
"That's better," Al expressed his satisfaction, his cock squirming again in Jill's cunt. "You've got that scared rabbit look back in your eyes."
Jill was afraid to move. Al had to order her what to do. Jill guessed that was exactly what he wanted. The whole point of why he had brought her to this degrading place. The price she had to pay for driving him over the edge.
"Okay," Al instructed, "wrap your legs around my waist. Those long, long legs. Not too tight."
Jill carefully did as she was told. As she lifted her legs, her cunt dipped and Al's cock pushed an extra inch into its expanded depth.
"Now move your hips exactly like I say," Al directed. "Right to left... that's it... now back and forth, nice and slow."
He moved his cock in Jill's cunt in time to the swaying of her hips, thrusting when she veered to the right, pulling back when she went to the left.
The friction generated by her rippling cunt and Al's jabbing hard-on caught up with Jill. The pleasure she felt frightened her. If she showed it she was afraid Al might get trigger-happy. So Jill bit her lip until she could taste blood, purposely hurting herself to stay in line.
Al liked it. He wiped away the blood that trickled from Jill's mouth with the barrel of his gun and laughed with satisfaction.
"You don't know how good it makes me feel to see you like this," Al said. "Humiliated. Degraded. It suits you, Jill. Makes you more feminine somehow. I should have seen it right away, when you first came to my office as a patient. I could have saved us both a lot of trouble."
He was crazy, Jill thought and knew that the worst was not over.
Al brought his pistol to her tits and fit the muzzle over one of her nipples. Shoving and twisting the gun barrel, Al almost ripped the nipple from Jill's breast.
Jill screamed in agony. Al did the same thing to her other nipple. Jill's second scream made the walls of the van rattle.
"Beautiful!" Al reacted.
Jill's suffering made his cock move faster in her cunt. Jill's pussy squished from the pumping force within it.
"Your cunt just can't help being wet, can it?" Al sneered.
"I can't control it," Jill admitted.
"What if I threatened to shoot you?" Al asked with a sadistic grin. "Could you turn off the juice in your pussy if your life depended on it?"
Jill shook her head, trapped by her honesty.
It was impossible for her pussy to be dry when there was a cock inside her. The urge to fuck was a reflex she could not avoid, no matter how heavy the circumstances.
"Please throw away the gun, Al," Jill summoned the courage to say. "Can't we just fuck? Let bygones be bygones? All that counts is that I want you now. My cunt is wet because I obviously want you to fuck me. Isn't that enough, after all you've put me through?"
Al did toss the pistol to one side. But only so he could use his empty hand to slap Jill across the face, while his cock brutally jammed in her cunt.
"Tell me what you are, Jill," Al snarled, staring with satisfaction at the red welts across her cheek.
Jill guessed what he wanted to hear.
"A whore," she sobbed. "I'm no better than a whore. A bitch in heat."
"Good girl. Tell me more."
"Anyone who wants me can have me," Jill hysterically confessed. "Anyone can fuck me."
"And when you've taken a cock in one hole, you want it in another one right away. Isn't that right, Jill?" Al rasped.
"Yes!" Jill screamed, completely letting go. "Pussy, mouth and ass! I want it all!"
"I know," Al hissed.
With no warning except the cruel gleam in his eye, Al yanked his cock from Jill's cunt and drove it into her asshole. Jill screeched and writhed from the onslaught at first. But when she realized Al's hard-on was hiking her butt, her shrill voice crumbled into a moan and she started pushing back.
Al surprised her again. His cock ripped without warning from her ass. He scooted up on his knees. All of a sudden his stiff prick throbbed in Jill's face, the knotty head brown with her shit.
"Suck it, Jill," Al commanded. "Suck my dirty prick nice and clean."
Jill was repelled and excited. She had never tasted her own shit.
Al's cock-head passed between her lips. Jill was so out of it that she didn't know who made the move to start the sucking. All she could concentrate on was the stiff prick in her mouth and the sweet flavor of her own shit.
When Al pulled his prick out of Jill's mouth, it was glistening with her spit. Jill had lapped Al's cock to a pink shine. With trembling fingertips, Jill reached up to stroke the big dick, pulling its foreskin over its fat head.
As she fingered his hard-on, Jill sensed a shift in Al's attitude. It was a hunch she had to gamble on.
"Don't threaten me anymore, Al," Jill murmured. "I just want to fuck and suck you. Please... I'm telling the truth, honey."
She had definitely reached Al. The hostility was abruptly gone from his eyes.
"You're unbelievable," he muttered, stroking Jill's tits with sudden tenderness.
"Come on, Al, fuck me," Jill urged. "Cunt, ass and mouth all over again. Only this time relax and don't be in such a rush. Give me what I need."
"My pleasure," Al sighed, a grin creasing his face. "You're some kind of woman. That's what I really saw the first time you came into my office. I knew I had to fuck you right away. That's why the treatment never went anyplace. I wanted to confuse you, make you more dependent on me. So that when I made my move... "
"Then all those things you said about me," Jill interrupted. "That I was sick and needed help. You made it all up? Just to get it on with me?"
Al sheepishly nodded.
"The toughest thing to admit, though," he said, "is that I started believing it myself. To cover up my own guilt about cheating on my wife."
"Then there's nothing wrong with me?" Jill asked.
"You're just different, Jill," Al answered. "And the difference is that you're free. Naturally, the rest of us envy it."
Jill worked his ideas over in her mind for a moment. She could find no reason to disagree with Al.
"Isn't that odd?" she wistfully said. "For most of my life I've been afraid of my own shadow. But when a nightmare comes true, the results are completely the opposite of what you expected. When I was raped by that escaped convict it was like a logjam broke up inside of me. There was a new path in front of me that I couldn't resist taking."
"And along the way you try everything, like a child locked in a candy store," Al said. "The only question is whether, like that child, you'll get tired of too much of a good thing."
"Never!" Jill answered with certainty.
"Marvelous," Al reacted. "I believe you, Jill, I really do."
"I'm not your patient anymore," Jill chuckled. "Right now, I'm just your lover."
"And tomorrow?" Al anxiously asked.
"Who knows?" Jill honestly stated. "I'll probably be with some other man. I'll deal with it then. But, if I recall, you're the one who promised to fuck me now."
"I'll take what I can get," Al said. "Happily... if it's from you, Jill."
"Then the phone calls... the notes... that's over?" Jill asked.
"Just promise you'll keep in touch," Al sighed.
"Deal. You'll be hearing from me. And when you do, I promise I'll be horny as hell. Now fuck me, Al. I need it bad."
Then Al was back between Jill's spread legs once again. He slipped the head of his cock into Jill's wide-open cunt and gently shoved. Despite his lack of force, his prick hilted Jill's" pussy with a single thrust. Her twat seemed to suck up his dick under its own power.
"Mmmmm, feels so good," Jill murmured.
She wiggled her ass. Her toes wiggled, too, from the electricity that shot down her legs. She was already coming.
"Fuck me stronger," Jill urged, greedy for more orgasms.
Al's dick moved faster inside Jill's cunt. The friction between cock and pussy grew hotter. Jill came harder.
She raised her legs and drew them back over her head in a wide V. She could feel her asshole throbbing. That was where she wanted Al's prick next.
"Switch your cock to my ass now," Jill directed Al. "Butt-fuck me. Deep and hard."
Al tugged his prick out of Jill's pussy and aimed the crown a notch below. His cock-head burrowed inside Jill's tightest hole with slippery ease.
Jill's ass took every inch of Al's hard-on with no resistance. It was only when her asshole was filled with ten inches of cock that it began to squeeze.
"Move it," Jill said. "Pump your cock in my ass. Give it to me good."
Al butt-fucked Jill hard for a few moments, then slowed down.
"What's wrong, stud?" Jill asked.
"I'm afraid I'm gonna come too soon," Al panted. "I want to shoot in your mouth. While you're sucking the shit from your ass off my cock."
"Ooooooh, yes," Jill moaned in anticipation. "Pull your cock out of my ass. Fuck my mouth with it. Feed me your hot cum."
Al's stiff prick left Jill's asshole with a squish. His cock-head was smeared with shit as he brought it to Jill's mouth. Jill started sucking without hesitation.
Al lowered his body until he was sprawled on top of a flattened Jill. His crotch ground against her face and his big dick drove all the way down her throat. The action was heavy for almost a minute.
"Won't be long now!" Al blurted. "I'm gonna come in your mouth so much... "
Jill interrupted Al by pushing his crotch away from her face. All of a sudden Al's cock was out of Jill's mouth and in her stroking hand.
"You're not going to come in my mouth, after all," Jill announced, her hand a blur as it jerked-off Al's angry, red hard-on. "You're going to come in my face instead."
Jill brought Al's cock-head to the tip of her nose at just the right moment. Al's balls erupted with pent-up cum and his straining prick burst in her face.
As the jizz gushed, Jill bobbed her head up and down. The cum left a splotchy trail from her hairline to the point of her chin.
When Al's prick stopped spurting, Jill put her hands to her face and scraped away as much of the cum as she could. She transferred it to Al's cock and balls, rubbing the jism into his groin until it lathered. Then she licked it off.
"God, Jill, you're fantastic," Al murmured as Jill sucked off his dick. "You make a man feel like a king."
Jill answered she guessed it was true, as she released Al's cock from her mouth, her lips flecked with cum.
But later, Jill would experience a nagging frustration. As Al drove her home from the wrecking yard, she realized that there was one man whom she had done anything but satisfy. Her own husband.
"Mike," she mumbled his name.
"Who's that?" Al asked.
"Just thinking about my husband," Jill admitted. "Don't know exactly why, but all of a sudden I can't get him out of my mind. We split up, you know."
"And your pride is hurt," Al responded under standingly.
"If only I knew for sure there were no hard feelings," Jill said. "If we could just at least be friends. We seemed to have an understanding when we separated, but the last time we talked on the phone Mike seemed irritated I had called. Hostile."
"Why don't you go see him?" Al suggested.
"Tell him how you feel. You can handle it. And you're strong enough to help him handle it, too."
Jill made a snap decision.
"Yes, I'll do it," she said. "Thanks for the pep talk."
"You don't need a pep talk from anybody," Al chuckled knowingly. "You draw on your own energy, Jill. Don't ever doubt yourself."
"I won't," Jill promised.