Chapter 2
"No, no, Ben, I don't feel like it!"
"What the fuck you mean, you don't feel like it? I come home and find you rammin' your fingers up your pussy and you tell me you don't wanna fuck?"
What could she tell him? Yes, she wanted to fuck. But she didn't want to fuck him. She wanted to bring herself off with her fingers and make believe that it was another man's cock.
Now he was over her/ his fingers digging painfully into the flesh of one inner thigh. She could smell the booze on his breath and knew that fucking would be very painful and unsatisfying. It always was when he had been drinking heavily.
"Please, Ben, later. Not now, please!"
"Bullshit. NOW!"
"NO!"
"YES! I'm gonna pound my dick in your mouth and your cunt. Now spread!"
Angela didn't spread. Instead she locked her thighs together and lashed out with her hand. Her nails left four raw gouges of bleeding flesh on his face.
"You bitch! You rotten fucking bitch!"
He went for her again, this time like an insane animal. His hands curled at the top of her robe and ripped it from her body. The sight of her huge. red-tipped tits dancing on her chest inflamed him even more.
"Now, you cunt, I'm gonna fuck you. In fact, I think I'll ram this meat right up your asshole!"
That did it. This time when he tried to pry her knees apart, Angela brought them up into his crotch as hard as she could. Ben cried out in pain and staggered back across the room holding his aching balls.
"You bitch," he, groaned, "you'll pay for that!" A sudden thought entered his booze-fogged brain. He was going to revenge himself all right on this proud little bitch. Goddamn her ass, he'd give her a taste of retribution in a way she'd never forget! The stuck-up cunt thought she was too good for him, did she? Too good for old Ben? Well, he'd fucking well show her! Shit, he'd show her good! He ran from the room. Angela had only one thought in her mind; get away. She jumped up from the dressing table, encased the huge melons of her tits in a bra and pulled a thin summer dress over her head. Next came the shoes and a quick brush through her hair.
She was just reaching for her purse to flee when Ben re-entered the bedroom. At his heels trailed his huge German shepherd, Lucky.
"Don't wanna fuck me, huh? Well, well see about that!"
Angela was rooted to the spot. What was he going to do? If she tried to run he would probably beat her. He had done it before when she refused him. And this time she had already fought back. That would probably make it worse.
She wanted to run, to leave this despicable place, to get as far away as she could from this evil, leering brute, but she knew better.
Ben's eyes mentally stripping away her garments, he began to undress himself. Calmly, almost matter-of-factly, he pulled off his clothes right there in the middle of the room. Angela was watching, but did not see; it was as if this were all some disgusting tableau, and she wasn't part of it at all, just a spectator standing by.
"You need some help?" he said, nodding to the long row of buttons down the front of her dress.
Go ahead, Angela told herself, let him fuck you. Get it over with and then leave. Leave for good. She began to loosen the buttons, fighting with every cell in her brain, determined to shut it all out of her mind.
She squirmed her shoulders out of the tight, clinging dress, pulled it down over her trim hips and stepped out of it. Her husband's hungry eyes were devouring the mouth-watering treat she was unveiling before him, but she didn't look at him. She was now wearing only the thin white nylon panties and a lacy bra. She felt very, very naked and vulnerable.
She glanced up. Ben was now completely naked, his liquor-softened body stripped of all his clothes. His prick was fully erect, jutting out from beneath the paunch of his belly like a stump standing in a black, brushy thicket. She thought of his naked body on top of hers, and she shuddered.
Ben was standing with his mouth open, his eyes wide with ravenous delight as he surveyed her body. His redhaired wife's long, youthful legs were perfect. Her firm, full tits made enticing mounds under the thin cups of her bra, the smooth flat plane of her white young belly unblemished as it flowed down to the hidden vee of her cunt.
"You might be a bitch," he growled, "but, shit, you're one good lookin' cunt."
His arms enveloped her, squeezed her against his naked body. His lips caught hers and drew them into his sucking mouth.
The whiskey on his breath made her suddenly sick. His hard cock against her belly revolted her. Suddenly she wanted to stop him, to talk to him, to tell him that force was no way to make love to a woman.
But Ben enjoyed force.
She fought, but his strength was far too great. His hands were all over her, ramming up between her thighs, around her back, pawing greedily at the firmly clenched cheeks of her ass, fondling the soft mounds of her full, ripe tits with a lusty roughness.
His fingers caught the elastic waistband of her panties. With a powerful, vicious yank, the big man pulled the garment from her hips, over her thighs and down her legs. She was aware that his body was already drenched with sweat, so intense was his raging passion for her body.
"No, no! Please, don't, Ben!"
But the panties were free of her flailing legs now, and with his first glimpse of her pubic hair, the pink, pouting lips of her cunt, there was no stopping him. His lust was all that occupied his mind now; his strength was like the strength of a dozen men. Without its being unhooked, a cruel tug pulled her last concealing garment, her lace-covered bra, from her writhing body. Angela was totally naked, completely vulnerable to her husband's lust.
Ben pulled his naked, struggling wife to him, crushed the nipples of her voluptuous tits into his hair-covered chest. His hands went down her back, over the white mounds of her deliciously formed ass cheeks, and probed up between her thighs.
Angela shivered with fear and revulsion as his fingers prodded the taut little ring of her asshole, but that was not his target. A poking, probing fingertip suddenly squirmed its way up between the soft, hair-lined lips of her naked pussy, shoved up to the second knuckle in the fleshy tight sheath of her cunt.
Goddamn, he had to have her'. That pussy was incredible, tight as a velvet glove and as warm and tender as a baby kitten!
His lips searched for the jutting bud of her throbbing nipple as he lowered his head to her tit, still clasping her to his naked body, holding her securely so she couldn't escape.
"Oh, no, Ben ... please, I don't want to do it this way!"
She managed to get an arm free, and with a superhuman burst of strength born of desperation, she shoved his head up from her tit and momentarily pulled herself away ... to fall flat on the floor.
Ben stood glaring at her, puffing like an enraged bull. "So that's the way you want to play, huh? Ol* Ben ain't good enough for you, eh? Maybe you'd rather have one of those hippie punks in town!"
Her milk-white tits were heaving as she gasped for air; her smooth skin glistened with perspiration. She started to get up. Then, before she could rise from the floor, a cold nuzzling shove froze her still. It was Lucky! The enormous black and tan dog was standing behind her, just inches away, his teeth bared and a menacing growl rumbling from deep in his heavy chest.
Ben threw back his head and roared with laughter. "Well, well, ol' Lucky ain't forgot after all!"
"Forgotten what?" Angela asked, her heart frozen with fear.
"What we used to get the whores to do in the old days, before I got saddled with a fucking wife"
What did he mean? Was he actually saying ... ?
Oh, God, NO!
Angela glanced up quickly, not wanting to take her eyes away from the vicious dog. The huge animal's jaws were immense, big enough to snap her head from her body with one bite if he wanted to. She was nearly hysterical with fear, too terrified even to cry out.
"Maybe he's a little ornery 'cause he wasn't gettin' in on the fun," Ben leered, "I reckon we can remedy that, though."
Then the full impact of what he planned hit her right in the gut. For one horrifying instant, the unthinkable act this maniac was devising in his twisted, sex-crazed brain hit her. She felt incredibly, unbelievably naked and exposed, as if she were standing stripped of all her clothes before a thousand sex-starved men. There was a churning sense of total revulsion deep in her insides, a feeling she'd never known until this moment. She was totally crushed, nothing more than a sex toy for this man.
. Now this unspeakable humiliation. It was more than she could stand. She could never hope to live after this night, never be the wife she hoped to become, not with the scar of this degradation indelibly burned into her mind.
"How about it, proud little cunt! You think your ass is too good for the likes of me ,.. then see if it's good enough for this big-cocked animal there!"
Angela again looked at the huge beast. Lucky now lay on his back, his long red animal cock already slipping pinkly from its furry sheath.
"Ben, you wouldn't! You can't do this to me!"
"Why not? Shit, woman, you might like it!
Lucky's one wild fucker. He's done it before, with a whore I brought up one night. So he won't need no coaching. I think he'd rather have a pretty little thing like you than one of his own!"
Ben sneered, his belly trembling with excitement.
Angela's whole -naked body was shivering from total fear; not a fear for her life, she didn't exped that even from this monster. But a fear that went beyond that, a fear that she would go on living, living each day with the awful, disgusting memory of what she was going to be forced to do this night. "No!" she cried frantically. "No, please ... Ben! Not that! Not the dog! It's ... it's unnatural! It's horrible! You can't! Ill do anything, anything ... but not the dog!" "Anything?"
"Yes, yes, anything!" She shuffled toward him on her knees, her face streaked with desperate tears. "Wha-what do you want me to do?" she whimpered.
"That's more like it." Ben thrust his hips forward, so that his lustfully jutting prick swayed within a few inches of the sobbing redhead's trembling lips. "For a start," he growled, "you can put my dick in your pretty little mouth and suck it some!"
Angela turned her head away in disgust, and then hurriedly twisted it back as Lucky gave a low warning growl from behind her. The bloated purplish head of her husband's ramrod shaft was throbbing just in front of her mouth.
"Goddamn it, hurry up! Lucky is gettin' tired of waiting and so am I! Suck me, you little bitch! Show your old man what you cheat him out of all the time. Let's see what you can do, dammit. Suck. Suck! SUCK!"
Choking back her tears and her disgust, Angela tried to shut it all from her mind. Fighting back the ^ausea, she lowered her face to Ben's heaving belly, her fingers clasping his long, glistening prick. She explored its rigid length, more to stall for time than anything else, but her delicate touch only excited him more.
"Suck it, for chrissake, girl!" he roared. "Now, damn you, NOW!"
Obeying because there was no hope left, she closed her eyes and let his rubbery, lust-swollen cockhead slide slowly between her ovalled lips. It wiggled easily over her tongue, thrusting far back in her throat.
Almost hypnotically,. as his fingertips closed around her skull and guided her, Angela began bobbing her head up and down the thrusting, fleshy staff, milking the gagging bulk of the wetly gleaming shaft with her lips and tongue.
Ben was breathing heavily, his forehead wet with sweat as he undulated his hips to plunge his aching cock in and out of the nakedly kneeling redhead's distended mouth. His tightened balls felt as though they were about to explode. The muscles at the back of his legs were trembling, and his belly jerked in convulsive spasms as the scalding wetness of her clasping hot lips pumped the quivering hardness of his raping cock.
This was what he'd been waiting for, by God!
This was the way he'd dreamed of seeing the proud little bitch-on her knees before him, humiliated and helpless under his command! Christ, he'd have her screaming for it yet!
Abruptly, he jerked the wetly glistening rod of cock from her distorted mouth and leaned down to spin her around so that she was facing the bed.
"Kneel down with your head on the bed," he snarled. "I'm gonna fuck you 'till you scream for more!"
Angela shuffled around to obey.
Her nakedness was his now, his to command. She had lost the will to struggle any longer. She would do anything now.
Her husband maneuvered his sweat-moistened body into a kneeling position directly behind her. His eyes gleamed wildly as he took in the incredible deliciousness before him. Her firmly shaped ass cheeks quivered temptingly just inches from his thick, throbbing, swollen cock.
He inched forward, and the blood-engorged head of his turgid meat slid between the smooth, partially-opened insides of her thighs. He rocked forward on his knees, then back again, relishing the fantastic sensation of his iron-hard prick sliding wetly over his young wife's pussy lips. It moistened as it slowly slipped through the furrow of the soft pink lips. The oozing trickle of cum that dripped from his thick dick's pulsating head got her cunt lips wetter for his entrance, the kind of entrance that would jar her teeth loose.
Again he worked it back and forth between the soft lips. He could feel the first traces of her own juices beginning to dampen the shaft of his huge prick as the swollen tip parted the pinkish lips and opened up her pussy to his hungry gaze.
He could see the soft, warm cleft of her young cunt. He eased the blood-filled head up to the fleshy, moist hole of her cuntal passage. His hands gripped the edges of her trim hips, holding her in position as he prepared to fuck into his cringing wife's tightly trembling little cunt.
"Reach back here and put my dick in you!. Put it in real slow and easy, baby! And ol* Ben will give you a reaming out like you've never had before. Put it in! You think that sweet cunt's made of gold? I'll show you! You little bitch, put it in you!"
No choice remained for her now. Reaching back under her belly and between her open thighs, Angela took his turgid, blood-filled meat in her hand. She slipped it between the soft, fleshy lips of her pussy.
It entered her easily, slithering deep up the warm sheath of her cunt. She heard him gasp as the constricting walls of her tight pussy gripped the swollen shaft of his prick and sucked its burning thickness to the hilt far up inside her cuntal hole.
Then, as always happened with he got his cock inside her, Angela went wild. When he started pounding his big meat in and out of her cunt a sexual frenzy rolled through her tortured body.
The walls of her pussy began a rolling spasm as they contracted rhythmically around the thick cock.
She moaned with lust.
She was going to come, she knew it. She could feel it.
Her cunt was only waiting for that one, last powerful stroke to throw her whole body into ecstasy.
And then the other thing happened that always happened; Ben growled and came.
There was no thrust that brought her off. There was only a hot surge as his scalding cum filled her cunt, and then a painful, aching void when he pulled out of her.
"You bastard, YOU ASSHOLE PRICK!" Angela screeched, clawing at her own cunt with trembling fingers.
"What the fuck's wrong with you?"
"You! You're what's wrong with me!" she cried, rolling over onto her back and ramming four fingers up her pussy hole. "You always do this to me!"
"Do what, you bitch?"
"Leave me hanging, leave me half-fucked! Oh, damn, I wish I had a real cock in my cunt, a cock with some staying power!"
Ben's face turned a bright red. "Stayin' power, huh? Real cock, huh? Okay, you bitch, you'll get it!" He snapped his fingers. "Take her, Lucky. Pour that dog cock to her!"
"No, no, you bastard, NOT THAT!"
But the big animal, was already on her, between her thighs. The bloated head of his bestial dick was already thumping against the syrupy lips of her heated cunt.
The the dog's muzzle was at her tits. Angela watched in fascination as the beast held her tits with his nose while his long, wet tongue licked at her nipples. His tongue was lapping and slurping all over them. Suddenly, Angela realized that the dog was doing more of a job turning her on than Ben had ever tried to do. She heard blissful moans of ecstasy coming from her own lips.
God, she thought, I want it. I want this beast to fuck me!
It was then that she knew how much she hated her husband. And it was then that something snapped in her mind.
"Oh, you beautiful dog, you! Yes, yes, lick my tits and then fuck me!"
"Jesus Christ," Ben rasped, as he stared wide-eyed down at his wife and his dog. He couldn't believe the change that had suddenly come over Angela.
Lucky was encouraged, somehow knowing that his mistress was getting hotter. He dropped his head and lapped over her stomach. It tickled Angela so badly that she had to cup her tits to withstand the thrill. She rolled over, trying to get away from the dog's torturous tongue. Lucky stood crouched above her, licking her ribcage, sending thrilling delights to tremor through her body. She wriggled and squirmed, her body quickly becoming as taut as a bow.
Lucky'smelled hot female pussy. He kept licking her and wagging his tail, backing down her body to let his tongue explore. Then he saw her raise her leg and bring it across her body, leaving her thighs exposed and bare for his tongue. Lucky dug right in.
Ben could tell that the dog was giving Angela bizarre pleasures. She grabbed her thighs and did the splits for Lucky. The furry beast moved in and lapped around her upper thighs, and finally down to the hole of her ass. He sniffed first, tossed his head as if the smell stunned him, and then determinedly nuzzled it.
Angela rolled her big, beautiful legs up higher so the dog could really get to her. Then she maneuvered her body up on her fours, her ass pointing in Lucky's face. The dog sat back on his haunches. He cocked his head from side to side in appraisal.
Then he was on her, ramming his prick into her hot cunt.
And Ben was watching. Incredible. Angela was actually letting a dog fuck her, and she seemed perfectly happy doing so. Especially when the dog stuck his big animal cock in her. It looked so natural as Lucky continued fucking, getting his come, and knowing he was pleasing this human female- His wagging tail told the story of how good and juicy her pussy was, how hot he was making her by going full speed now.
The dog fucked her faster and faster, until Angela finally exploded. She melted down to butter, loving the dog, hating her own sexuality and herself. Lucky stood over her and licked her hole clean of the cum that he had spilled there. Angela wriggled her butt and spread her cheeks wide apart.
"More, more! Oh, you beautiful beast, stick that big cock of yours in me again! Make me come again!" She rolled over onto her stomach and spread her legs apart and began twisting and dry-fucking the floor. Her hips and her tight little ass quivered violently.
Even Ben's dog hadn't satisfied her.
"Jesus Christ, you are a fucking whore," Ben croaked. "I'm goin' out and get a beer."
Angela heard the door slam behind her but paid no attention. She was torturing her clit against the rough carpet. She was getting closer and closer. She was going to come.
And then she did and sagged completely to the floor.
It was then that the full revulsion of what she had done set in. She knew what she had to do.
She retrieved her address book from her purse, found her sister's phone number, and crawled across the floor toward the telephone.