Chapter 8
Lynn Morton spent her days and nights filled with metal anguish. She hated submitting to the young punks' blackmail and lived in mortal fear of them, yet she couldn't deny she enjoyed the depravity. The woman swore that next time she would give them nothing but her cold body, yet she always ended up being turned on by the vile acts they performed on her.
As the summer progressed, she saw less and less of the two boys and she began hoping that the novelty would wear off for them and they'd start leaving her alone. Chad had not touched her or made an advance since that morning when they'd had the big fight about sex, and Lynn was more than pleased about this. It was bad enough being subjected to the indignities of the two boys without having to put up with her husband's constant pressure to fuck.
It was a Sunday morning and Lynn was alone in the house. Chad had told her he was going to play golf. In reality he was spending the day with Beth and Sally because the woman's husband was out of town on business. Jack was getting ready to take Nancy on a picnic with a group of young people, so Lynn decided to take a drive down to the beach.
It was a beautiful day, and Lynn felt free and happy as she backed the car out of the driveway and started up the street. She'd only gone a few blocks when she heard a horn honking behind her. Looking in the rearview mirror, she recognized her two young tormentors in Corky's old beat up Rambler.
"Hey!" shouted Rudy from the car when they moved up beside her. "Pull over."
"No," called Lynn. "I have to meet my husband."
"Bull shit!" yelled the boy. "Stop that fuckin' car."
When she ignored them, Corky swerved his car toward hers as if to run it off the street.
"Stop that Goddamned car!" Rudy shouted.
Afraid of what they might do, Lynn slowed down and pulled over to the curb.
"That's better," leered Rudy, getting out of their car and walking over to her window. "Why didn't you stop when we told you to?"
"Because I have to meet my husband," she lied.
"Get your keys and come with us," he said in a slurred voice.
"I can't," she argued, smelling the strong odor of whiskey on his breath.
Jerking the door open, he grasped her wrist and pulled her from the car.
"Now isn't she cute," leered Corky, staring at the beautiful blonde in her crisp white shorts and halter. "I'm startin' to get a hard-on."
She just glared at him in disdain.
"Come on," growled Rudy, shoving her into the front seat of Corky's car. "We're gonna have a little party."
Shoving Lynn over, he got in beside her, imprisoning the woman between them.
"Where are we going?" she asked when Corky started the car.
"To the store," laughed Rudy.
"But it's closed on Sunday," said Lynn.
"Who the fuck cares," Corky laughed. "We got the key and there's plenty of whisky on the shelves."
From the stench of booze on their breaths, it was obvious to Lynn that they'd already had more than enough to drink. Further proof of their drunkenness was the way the old car was weaving all over the streets as they sped toward the store.
Parking in an alley behind the market, Rudy used the key and they entered by the back door. When they were inside, both boys took a deep gulp from the bottle they'd taken from the glove compartment.
"Care for a drink?" asked Corky, offering her the bottle.
"No," she snapped, hitting at the bottle and knocking it to the floor where it shattered, splattering glass and booze all over the tile.
"You bitch!" roared Rudy, slapping her soundly across the side of her head.
"In here," growled Corky, twisting Lynn's arm and forcing her into the proprietor's back office.
Rudy entered a moment later with a full bottle he'd taken from the shelf in the liquor department. Removing the top, Rudy handed the bottle to Corky and they were soon passing it back and forth between them.
"Take off your clothes," Rudy finally said to the woman as he sat the bottle down on the desk.
"No!" she defied them.
"You bitch!" hissed Corky, slowly removing his belt and lashing her across her bare upper leg. "Take off your fuckin' clothes!"
Realizing how drunk the two louts were, Lynn was frightened to death. She no longer gave a damn about the photos, she just wanted to escape before they did her serious bodily harm.
"Get undressed," repeated Corky, leaning against the edge of the desk to support himself.
When Rudy momentarily turned his back on her, Lynn suddenly picked up the whisky bottle and gave him a glancing blow across the side of his head. As he dropped momentarily stunned to the floor, Lynn made a wild dash to the front of the store in an attempt to escape.
"You bitch," roared Corky, grabbing his belt and chasing her. "Wait'll I get my hands on you."
Shaking his head, Rudy got up from the floor and followed.
Lynn was running hysterically up and down the aisles, hurling canned goods at them as they chased her. She didn't care about anything except escaping. Lynn knew they'd beat her into unconsciousness if they ever got their hands on her again.
Running through the produce department with Corky right behind her, she turned a corner and saw Rudy coming from the other direction. Turning around, she ran directly into Corky, who hurled her onto the display counter of lettuce.
"Christ," laughed Rudy, seeing her spread out on the bed of lettuce heads. "She thinks she's a fuckin' salad."
"Please," she sobbed. "Let me go!"
"You crumby bitch," snarled Rudy, rubbing the bump on the side of his head. "You're gonna pay for this."
Reaching for the waistband of her shorts, he ripped them off, followed by her wispy little panties. Next, Corky roughly removed her halter, leaving her lying stark naked on her back in the bed of lettuce.
"Let's make a salad out of her," laughed Rudy.
"How?" Corky asked.
They both broke out in drunken laughter when Rudy explained his plan.
"Oh, please," sobbed Lynn. "Please don't hurt me."
Without answering, each boy took one of her feet and spread her legs as wide apart as possible. Using their belts, they tied her ankles to the front of the display counter. Spread-eagled out on her back, her little blonde-fringed twat was stretched out between her widely-splayed legs.
"That's quite a pussy view," laughed Corky, staring up between her wide-open thighs.
"Sure is," grinned Rudy. "What kind of a salad shall we have?"
"I like vegetable," suggested Corky, walking over to the tomato display.
While Corky was selecting the vegetables for their special salad, Rudy went over to the liquor department for another bottle of whisky. Returning with it, the two boys had a couple of shots before continuing to prepare their salad.
"Well," grinned Corky, temporarily capping the bottle. "Let's get on with our chefs delight."
Taking two big overripe tomatoes, he ground them around on Lynn's big tits until they burst, squishing juice and seeds all over her bare flesh. Taking two more tomatoes, Rudy squished them around her tits until her entire upper body was drenched and stained with the red juice.
"Looks pretty good," grinned Corky.
"Now she needs a carrot," Rudy suggested, looking at the little brown dot of her asshole between her widely splayed buttocks.
"NO!" screamed Lynn, staring down between her spread legs, seeing Rudy advancing the pointed end of a huge carrot toward her tight little shitter. "Please, not that!"
"You'll love it," he grinned. "Who ever heard of a salad without a glazed carrot, and your asshole will give it a real glaze."
Lynn couldn't believe what these drunken fiends were doing to her. They had humiliated her enough in the past, but this was beyond anything she'd experienced.
"Eeeggghhh!" she squealed, feeling the tip of the carrot probing at her squirming butt. The end of the carrot was hard and sharp, and Lynn thought she'd die when Rudy twisted it up into her trembling asshole.
"Oh, please," she sobbed as he forced it deeper and deeper until the fat end of the carrot almost ripped her bung wide open. "I can't stand it."
"That's all right," leered Rudy. "It's all the way in. You can relax now."
"You filthy bastard," she sobbed.
"Hey," laughed Corky, staring at the base of the carrot sticking out from her widely-distended bung hole. "I like a cucumber with my salad."
After taking another swig from the bottle, he left and returned with a big cucumber about three inches in diameter.
"This will really add to the flavor," he winked at his friend.
With her rectum already painfully stretched by the deeply imbedded carrot, Lynn almost fainted when she saw Corky advancing the huge cucumber toward her cunt.
"NO!" she shrieked. "THAT'LL KILL ME!"
"If it don't, I will," leered Rudy, rubbing the painful bump on the side of his head. "You asked for it."
Closing her eyes and biting her lips, Lynn could feel the cucumber pushing and twisting against the mouth of her cunt as Corky tried to force it in.
"YOU BASTARD!" she wailed as the bumpy green vegetable ground against her unrelenting pussy.
The spread-eagled woman was hysterically screaming from the excruciating pain as the hard, lumpy object ripped and tore at her sensitive slit.
"Please don't," she sobbed as he twisted and pushed the cucumber even more forcefully against her painfully stretched cunt-hole.
Lynn let out a piercing scream when the big round vegetable finally ripped through her torn hole as he forced it deeper and deeper until she felt it pressing against the very bottom of her cunt. Her skin was covered with cold sweat as she lay perfectly still, completely exhausted from the torturous ordeal. As the initial pain slowly began to subside, she could feel the massive object pushing out against her tightly stretched cunt walls. There was something faintly erotic about the feel of the carrot up her ass and the bumpy texture of the cucumber stuffed in her cunt.
"That's some salad," grinned Corky, sprinkling sprays of parsley over her naked body.
"We need a dressing on it," Rudy suggested.
"Shall we use vinegar and oil?" asked Corky, moving over to a shelf.
"No," said Rudy. "After the way she belted me on the head, I think we should use a piss dressing."
"Good thinking," laughed Corky, taking another gulp of whisky and handing the bottle to his friend.
After they'd each had a couple more deep swallows, they stood up on the front of the lettuce display and lowered their zippers. Laughing as they pulled out their cocks, they began pissing down on the helpless woman. Their urine splattered all over her face and hair, onto her tits and belly, mixing with the tomato juice. They continued pissing until the screaming woman, as well as the bed of lettuce heads, was completely soaked with their vile-smelling pee.
"You rotten bastards," sobbed Lynn as the strong urine burned her eyes and seeped in between her lips. "You filthy pigs!"
"Shut up," laughed Rudy, aiming the last of his stream onto her cucumber-filled pussy.
"Hey," Corky grinned, shaking his last drops onto her belly. "Let's stir up this fucking' salad."
"I'm ready," laughed Rudy as the drunken youths grabbed the end of their respective vegetables and began pumping them in and out of her two stretched holes.
At first it was painful to Lynn, but as the bumpy surface of the cucumber glided back and forth against the tingling nerves of her widely stretched cunt-flesh, she was suddenly filled with an unbelievable ecstasy. As depraved as the whole thing was, her entire body was responding to the delicious sensations. Her aroused cunt was soon creaming with lust and the cucumber was coated with a milky film of pussy-juice. "My God," panted Corky, looking down at the wild exotic expression on her face. "The bitch loves it."
Lynn swore to herself that she'd never admit it, but the delicious sensations were incredibly exciting. It was fantastic to feel the carrot slithering out of her asshole as the cucumber plowed in, and then the feel of the carrot spearing in as the deliciously bumpy texture of the cucumber pulled out.
As the two depraved boys speeded the tempo of their thrusts, Lynn was almost out of her mind with ecstasy.
"D'ya like it?" panted Rudy, seeing the wild bliss on her face.
"YES! YES!" she screamed, unable to hide this newfound joy. "Keep pumping! I love it! I LOVE IT!"
Winking at each other, the two young men suddenly stopped.
"DON'T STOP!" she shrieked, on the verge of a climax.
"Are we dirty bastards?" asked Corky.
"NO! NO! YOU'RE BOTH WONDERFUL!" she shrieked. "Please don't stop!"
"Do you like us to piss on your face?" Rudy asked as they slowly started pumping the vegetables in and out again.
"No!" she sobbed. "It was horrible!"
"Okay," laughed Corky, starting to remove the delicious big cucumber from her twat.
"What are you doing?" she gasped.
"Taking it out," answered her tormentor.
"Please don't," she begged. "Keep fucking' me with it."
"Do you like me to piss on you?" he taunted.
"Yes! Yes!" she cried. "You can piss on me any time you wish, but keep pumping that fuckin' cucumber."
With the carrot and cucumber once more plunging rhythmically in and out of her tingling holes, Lynn was racing wildly toward an overpowering orgasm.
"Oh, shit!" she screamed as the boys speeded up the tempo of their driving vegetables. "I'm coming! I'M COMING!"
They continued plunging the obscene objects up between her widely splayed legs until her lurching orgasm was completed.
"Now go in the rest-room and wash up," ordered Rudy, unfastening her ankles. "I'm not fuckin' anyone that's covered with piss."
"And no funny shit," yelled Corky, snapping the end of his belt against her bare ass as she walked unsteadily toward the women's toilet.
"That fuckin' bitch," growled Rudy, feeling the lump on the side of his head. "I'm gonna get even with her for this."
"Oh, forget it," laughed Corky, taking another deep gulp from the bottle. "You pissed on her. Now let's have some fun fuckin'."
As much as Lynn tried to clean herself in the rest-room, she still felt filthy when she returned to. the drunken boys. When they seemed to ignore her, she walked back to the produce section and retrieved her clothes.
"May I leave now?" she asked, returning to the office where they were waiting for her.
"Why, baby?" grinned Rudy, drawing the last drop out of the bottle. "Our little party ain't even started yet."
Glancing across the room, Lynn saw Corky passed out in a chair.
"Looks like the party's over for him," she said in a disgusted voice.
"I don't give a shit about him," sneered Rudy. "I feel like fuckin'."
"You pig!" she hissed at him. "The only way you can get a piece of ass is by force."
"You've got a lot of guts!" he shouted. "You're nothing but a slut!"
"I am not!" she screamed back.
"Look at this," he laughed, pulling the photos from his shirt pocket, waving them in front of her. "You're nothing but a cock-suckin' tramp."
She just stared at him with hate.
"Now shut up!" he growled, shoving her down on the couch. "I'm gonna fuck that rotten cunt of yours like it's never been fucked before."
"You don't have enough cock to do a decent job," she taunted him as he staggered around, removing the last of his clothes.
"Wait and see, you fuckin' bitch," he panted, crawling between her legs and placing his cockhead between her pussylips.
"You asshole!"
"You're gonna get it now, baby," he gasped, violently thrusting his shaft all the way up her cunt with one powerful thrust. "I'm gonna split you open."
"Your going to shit!" she hissed, determined to lie motionless until the big oaf shot his filthy wad.
Crazed with both anger and lust, he began slamming his prick into her. with a brutal ferocity.
"Take that, you fuckin' bitch!" he roared. "Take that and that and that!"
"Shit!" she laughed out loud. "Is that the best you can do? Start fuckin' like a real man!"
Spurred on by her taunts, each brutal thrust was pounding his big hard knob against the very end of her cunt.
"Harder, you asshole!" she screamed, wanting to shame the brutal young slob. "Is that the best you can do?"
Spit was dribbling from the corner of his mouth as the filthy lout increased the intensity of his vicious assault. He hated the smug expression on her face as he fucked into her with all his strength.
"Harder, Rudy," she taunted. "A Goddamned rabbit could do a better job!"
"Take this, you fuckin' whore!" he shouted, rearing back and slamming his cock back up her cunt like a pile driver.
On and on he fucked, and much to Lynn's horror, it began to feel good. As much as she tried to deny it to herself, she was getting more and more aroused by the feel of his stiff boner slamming into the very depths of her cunt. She hated to admit it, but the way in which he debased her in their sexual bouts never failed to stimulate her. There was something about the depraved way he defiled her that seemed to carry Lynn to the very pinnacle of ecstasy.
Glancing down, the sight and slurping sound of his thick cock sluicing in and out of her grasping slit only served to further excite her. God, how she loved being fucked by the lurching beast, but she must never let him know! Lynn was rapidly losing all sense of reality, and at that moment, there wasn't anything else in the world that mattered except the big delicious cock that was brutally ringing her chimes. Nothing mattered except the wild ecstasy that was storming through her debased body. This, to her, was the ultimate in sexual fulfillment. Being defiled and dominated by the crude youngster was the most glorious thing she'd ever experienced. Whenever she was away from him, Lynn feared and despised the boy. When he was fucking her, she didn't give a damn if he pissed or shit on her, as long as he filled her cunt with his big brutal shaft.
Mewling beneath his big lurching body, she was frantically throwing her loins up to meet every lunge of his big pounding rod. Grasping his asscheeks with her hands, she pulled him violently against her, arching her crotch up to take the full force of his battering tool. The open lips of her frothy cunt clung wetly to the base of his hard, slippery prick, trying to suck even more of it into her hot, greedy pussy.
"Bang me, baby!" she squealed, still trying to torment him. "Fuck me like a man!"
"Hang on, you rotten bitch," he panted. "I'm gonna split you open!"
"You asshole," she goaded him. "Try it! You're not man enough!"
"You fuckin' slut," he hissed, pouring it to her with all his strength.
Even in his drunken state, Rudy could feel his cockhead bloating bigger and bigger as his enraged dong slid in and out over the soft fleshy ridges of her grasping, sucking cunt-walls. It felt as if his massive knob would explode from the delicious sensations induced by the sex-crazed woman's frothy cunt.
With her fingers tearing and grabbing into the sweaty crack of his asscheeks, their slippery bodies were grinding obscenely together. Clutching him tightly, Lynn's middle finger was probing around his hairy asshole.
"That's it, slut!" he shouted. "Ram your finger up my shitter!"
"Then fuck like a real man for a change," she panted, thrusting her finger into the slippery darkness of his rectum.
"That's it!" Rudy roared, slamming his tool even deeper into the woman's sucking fuck-hole.
Realizing that he was being hurled toward a seething climax, the half-crazed youth frantically increased the tempo of his brutal assault, wanting the defiant bitch to know she'd really been fucked. Every thrust of Rudy's plunging shaft was driving Lynn closer to her orgasm. The feel of his young virile cock slamming into her belly was almost more than the writhing woman could stand.
"You're gonna get it now, bitch!" he panted. "Hang on, you fuckin' whore!"
From the feel of his short, fast strokes, Lynn could tell that the wildly humping youth was about to shoot his load.
"Here it comes, you fuckin' tramp!" he shouted, rearing back and ramming the length of his cock up her cunt with all his strength.
"That's it, baby!" she squealed with glee, feeling his thick hot sperm exploding into her hole. "I'm coming, honey! Fill me up! I'M COMING ... COMMIINNNGGG!"
Clinging frantically to Rudy until her orgasm was over, she could feel his magnificent cock spewing torrents of jizz into her grasping, spasming fuck-hole.
"God, that was wonderful," she whispered as Rudy got up, his limp prick making a loud slurping sound as it pulled out of her semen-drenched slit.
After Rudy had finally awakened Corky, the three of them dressed and walked out to Corky's old Rambler in the alley. Lynn hadn't realized how totally drunk the two boys were until they got in the car. Weaving down the streets, going through red lights and swerving crazily, they finally dropped Lynn off where her car was parked.
She let out a long sigh of relief when she started her engine and headed for the safety of her own home.