Chapter 2

REVENGE, SEX ATTACKS AND THREE WOMEN

On November 14, Harry P. Marvel was released from San Quentin prison after serving ten years for armed robbery. It had been a long hard sentence. Every minute of the day Harry P. Marvel swore he would get even with Police Captain David Hightower. Harry P. Marvel, operating out of Chicago, had robbed the National Trust Bank of a quarter-million dollars. It had been a daring daylight robbery in which no clues were found. Marvel and his gang had baffled the police.

David Hightower, an ambitious man, dedicated to upholding the law, and having no respect for the criminal, would not give up the investigation. He harassed known informers for information on who masterminded the robbery. Hightower was known in the underworld as a tough, brutal cop. He put the "pinch" on these informers, which eventually led to the arrest of Harry P. Marvel and two of his accomplices.

Captain Hightower was praised by his constituents for cracking the case. It had been a brilliant piece of detective work, save for the fact that the money had not been recovered. Only Harry P. Marvel knew where the loot was hidden.

Captain Hightower was a clever man, one of foresight. He arranged to have Harry P. Marvel set free on bail, hoping that Marvel would make a desperate grab for the loot and jump bail. He believed in giving the criminal enough rope to hang himself. He hoped that Harry P. Marvel would do the obvious, thinking the police would not expect it. It was a well-set-up trap.

Marvel panicked behind the thought of spending any time behind bars. He decided to iump bail and grab the money and run. Dumb logic. Nevertheless, he was desperate. With that much money in his hands, he could pay his way to freedom. All he had to do was make it to the airport-possibly hijack a plane. There were many possibilities.

Marvel spent a whole day eluding the policeman who tailed him. He took a Greyhound bus to the county line, told the driver he was ill, debarked in the middle of farmland. He hitched a ride back into Chicago. He went back to the bus station and boarded another bus. The bus pulled out of the depot and had gone four blocks when Marvel forced the driver to let him off. He crossed the street and boarded a subway train. He rode for twenty minutes before he stepped off and went back in the same direction. When Marvel felt he had shaken his "tails," he went to pick up the loot. Captain David Hightower was waiting for him.

Harry P. Marvel had made one mistake. He had slept with a prostitute, who had gone through his pockets-noticed an address, because the street was the same as her last name, Barrington. The informer who pointed the finger at Harry P. Marvel knew the prostitute, and he phoned the information to Hightower. Hightower put two and two together and came up with the Barrington Subway Station. Captain Hightower was standing by the check lockers when Harry P. Marvel picked up the money. Marvel had been caught with the evidence. This got him ten years behind bars.

Now that Marvel was outside the wall, she had his revenge all planned out. He had thought of it for ten long years, putting all the pieces together. What would be the best way to hurt Hightower in the worst way? Something to tear his guts out. Putting a bullet through his head was the easy way out. Marvel wanted a slow death for the good captain.

Harry P. Marvel's ingenious brain kept focusing around Captain Hightower's four daughters. Captain David Hightower was one of those bitter right-wing conservative types. He had bred his daughters to follow in his professional footsteps. He had no sons to carry on his name. His daughters were of the new breed of females who believed a woman's place was one step above man. Agness, his oldest daughter, was an attorney. Margaret, the second oldest, was a college teacher. Debbie was a teenager in high school.

At Mission High School, Larry Wells was nervously waiting for his sixth period to end. The day had dragged, which did not help the misery in his loins. Debbie Hightower said she would meet him in the girls' gym. They met there occasionally-when he could persuade Debbie. Old Daddy Hightower did not want anybody messing around with his flower, not until she was of age. He had Debbie's future already planned.

Larry couldn't wait for the bell to ring. How he hated those damn bells. A bell for this, and a bell for that! Free! That's what he wanted to be. But he couldn't be free because Debbie wouldn't give him any. Whenever he got her alone all she'd let him do was finger-fuck her.

The bell rang. Larry rushed out of his class and down the corridor, racing for the gym.

"Psst! Larry, I'm over here," whispered Debbie Hightower, peering out from one of the dressing stalls.

Larry saw her. He tiptoed quietly down the aisle and into the stall.

"Hi!"

"I was afraid you weren't going to come . . . "

"I wasn't sure I should again . . . "

He took a moment to see her. Debbie was beautiful, long blond hair, ivory complexion with pink cheeks. Her high cheekbones gave her an exotic look. Her mouth was little more than a rose petal, luscious and sweet. Her dress was a frilly thing that displayed her shapely legs. The way she looked at Larry put a slow burn on his sexuality. Debbie had a way of standing as if her body was tired of waiting for a penis. Her cunt was so hot she found it unbearable to stand still. She was slightly off balance, as if a cock would be too much for her.

Her legs turned Larry on, in that they were so silky and well formed around the upper thighs. The dress was short and cut just where the imagination wondered what the pussy looked like.

"I've been so damn horny for you, baby. I smoked some grass before fourth period and I got turned on."

"Kiss me, Larry. Hurry, don't talk!"

They clung to each other, their bodies melting in a hungry squirming. He rolled his thigh delicately into her center. He always took it easy with Debbie because she was such a gem. Sometimes his hard cock frightened her.

"You can take me to the dance Friday night. I asked daddy and he said yes."

"Oh, Debbie. You gotta give me some. I ache all over-I can't sleep."

"We'll see. Maybe Friday night we can go to Bluffer's Point afterwards. Okay?"

After the dance, Friday night of the 17th, Larry and Debbie parked under the stars at Bluffer's Point. It was a warm night, just the kind of romantic setting Larry needed to get his first piece from Debbie. It shouldn't be hard tonight because Debbie was stoned. Marijuana made her horny and she had been Miss Wiggles all evening at the dance. Debbie was nearing her fifteenth birthday; just the right time to get a taste of her snatch.

They listened to the radio for a while and smoked two joints. Larry put his arms around Debbie's back. They kissed and his hand went directly to her small breasts. She melted like butter when she had her virgin nipples pinched. Oh, wow! She was so fucking hot-why wouldn't she let him fuck her?

Larry took her tits in his hands and squeezed. Debbie folded back against the seat looking down at his hands. He kissed her neck and moved the blouse off one shoulder. Debbie went braless, so when he had the third button unfastened, one luscious tit sprang free. He sucked its nipple and licked delicately along the rigid nipple.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

"Oh, yes, Larry. Maybe we should be going. I don't like it up here in this place. You read the newspaper how bad the Peeping Toms are up here on the Point. A girl was raped up here two weeks ago."

"Where else can we go? I can't take you to a motel because someone would recognize you."

"I know, but this place gives me the creeps," she whimpered and put her arms around his neck. She squirmed down in the seat to let him stroke her between the legs. Her legs fanned open and shut.

He held her head back and kissed her hard. Her thighs were soft and warm, and hot. Her panties felt wet and he ached to get his finger into her pussy. Each time he would try, she would clasp her thighs over his hand, stopping him.

"Why do you torture yourself, Larry? You know I can't go through with it. I don't dare take the chance of becoming pregnant. Daddy would die!"

Larry caressed her ass and hunched inward and pushed his cock into her thighs. Then he put one leg between her thighs. Debbie swooned when she felt how hard his penis was. She sank further down into the seat. The windows of the car began to fog up.

"C'mon, baby, give me a little pussy. Let me stick this in your cunt. You know you need some."

His voice was like an explosion in her ear. She wiggled all the way off the seat, dry fucking the air, twisting her hips in a funky motion. Larry moved on top of her. His cock got harder and Debbie could feel it good. It was a soul-stirring sensation that made her want to fuck. She sucked her breath through clenched teeth. The dress came up very slowly at first, working up over her thighs-where she was trying her best to dry fuck Larry. When the dress was high enough Larry reached under and felt her pussy. This time she let him put his finger into her slit. At last!

He cupped her cunt in his fingers, squishing it around like a marshmallow! Young Debbie clawed her nails into his arms. He forcefully pushed his finger further up in her hole. He moved the finger around until he got her to return the action. Soon, she was moving her hips in a circular motion, pumping her pussy up and down. She wanted to fuck, but was fearful. She began to breathe heavily, in near panic as the good funky feeling spread throughout her like wildfire! The moisture was seeping out of her tiny vagina to soak his hands and panties. She didn't want him to feel how soupy her pussy was getting. A dead giveaway to how close she was to giving in.

Angrily, Larry got out of the car and came around to open the other door. He snatched it open and glared impatiently down at Debbie.

Sweet Debbie sat up and straightened her hair. "Larry-what are you doing out there? I'm not getting out of this car. I think you should take me home anyway. You need a cold shower . . . "

"You stupid broad! Don't you know that cold showers don't help a man's hard go down? Shit, I'm nearly seventeen and I need the real thing."

"But if you love me, you'll wait. I know that sounds terribly straight in these days and times-but I swear when we get married I'll make it up to you in a way you'll never forget!"

"That's not helping me now. Shit, Debbie, you've been teasing me too long. I'm not afraid of your daddy!"

Larry, still standing outside the car, spread his legs and unbuckled his trousers. The expression on Debbie's face made his penis burst into full bloom! He had had it with the courtship crap-he was going to take advantage of the moment. There she was sitting there looking as pretty as a peach, her pussy boiling over -and she was saying no.

He peeled the trousers down. He took out his penis slowly, inch by inch until it looked like a small baseball bat swinging between his legs. He stood there proudly, exhibiting himself. He had heard that young girls go crazy when they see a cock. At Debbie's age her conscience didn't stand a chance against a throbbing cock dripping come on the ground.

In the moonlight, it was difficult to see his cock well. But Debbie did see that it was plenty long enough. In a strange way she was proud of her boyfriend's cock. She had worried that he was just a mere boy. But here was the proof she had wanted to see. It wasn't always easy to tell how big his dick really was when she felt his bulge. She began to think how it would feel if it was inside her. Would she be able to take something that large inside her? Would it hurt? His finger didn't hurt her too much. It did when he first broke her cherry. But not any more! Would the penis feel much better than his finger? Of course it would. Look at it. It was longer and wider and pretty around the head. Maybe she could get away with just sucking it off tonight. But she wasn't sure she could do it without getting sick.

Debbie shut her eyes tightly and pressed her knees together-fighting a surge of boiling pussy juice that smashed against her willpower!

Larry peeled back his cock and let the red shiny head rise up. In the moonlight it was like a gleaming red apple. Debbie was hypnotized by it and almost immediately began to squirm. She leaned back against the seat, pulling away from his weapon.

He reached down and pulled her blouse off her shoulders. Debbie's naked tits leaped out like bullets; her nipples puffy and ready to pop! Two juicy balloons ready to be licked to death. Velvet eyes reflected how much pleasure she was receiving; her head tossed passionately, spilling the hair over her sexy eyes. Debbie seemed to be suffering for having made her body wait so long. It was hell being a virgin. This was all making her feel like a woman at last, and the way Larry gazed in admiration at her breasts, told her he knew what tasty morsels they were.

"Take me, Larry. I want you to fuck me-I want you to take me against my will. That's the only way I'll be able to-you have to show me how much you love me, and really want me . . . "

Suddenly she clung to him, her face warm against his legs; his cock only inches away from her pink lips. Larry felt the warmth of Debbie's face upon his penis; it throbbed and frightened her and she drew back and stared. Then she came forward and took it in her mouth and sucked it. Her fist held the base of his prick, while her tongue flickered in a circular motion-around and around the crown. Licking away all the fuzz from his leans, and the dried come that sat on the tip of his tube. It was like licking a big sucker. Debbie bit down on it, pulling it in and out of her mouth just as if her lips were a pussy. It seemed to Debbie the mouth made a better pussy anyway for a man's prick. Her pussy was all nasty with juices, all hairy and funky; she couldn't see how any man would dig a raw vagina hole. But then, she was very, very young.

She clutched his balls in her small fingers and examined them, never once missing a stroke with her tongue. Then Larry almost gagged her as it got too good for him to stand still any longer. It was what Debbie wanted and she put her arms around his ass and used her hold to guide his penis deeper into her mouth. She seemed frustrated that all of its length would not fit in her small mouth. Then she thought what she was doing was silly-she was only avoiding the issue. No matter how long she kept her mouth over his crown, eventually he would want to put it in her pussy.

She slipped slowly back on the seat and raised her arms over her head. He slid the dress off over her head. Then she lay before him only in panties, choking into her ripe flesh, the thighs, large, intensified by the heat of her cunt. His eyes swept the full length of her body, over the bountiful mounds of her small tits.

The panties came off with the grace and beauty worthy of Debbie's character; her sweetness, her willingness to test herself. To see who she was. The softness of her legs was warm, and her skin, tender silky. Larry saw the cottontail and the dark ridge of bushy hair and the pinkness of her slit making a path through the dark jungle. Then Debbie was naked under him, eagerly pulling him on top of her cunt. Her mouth showered his face with burning kisses. She twisted so much that he couldn't put his cock in her. For a long while he returned her kisses, soothing her down while his penis stretched to maximum length. He lowered into her crotch.

"Kiss me before you put it in me, Larry. I want to remember this moment as long as I live. I just wish it didn't have to be in this dirty old car . . . "

"Oh, baby-can I really fuck you?"

"Yes! But only please hurry!"

He had his cock flush against her pussy hole -he could feel how slippery it was, and so hot! Her cherry was blocking the entrance-what a sweet girl she was, to let him take her cherry!

He raised his ass up to give her one good shot-all the way in. He had thought about teasing and melting down the blockage-but he was too hungry, the best way to get it done, was to plow right in there. He bit his lips, and prepared to give it all he had.

Suddenly, Larry felt cold hard steel against the back of his neck. He froze-realizing it was a gun. Then Debbie screamed in terror. Harry Marvel stood above them, his face leering down in hateful vengeance.

Swiftly, Harry Marvel yanked Larry out of the car and tied his hands. A gag was put in his mouth and he was slammed down to the ground. Marvel looked at little Debbie, shivering in fright. The flash of a knife was seen in the moonlight. Debbie held her breath and drew into a knot on the front seat, backing under the steering wheel. Harry Marvel turned in his tracks, reached down and ripped the knife along Larry's right shoulder!

"Now come out of the car, bitch! That's to show you I mean business! I'll kill the both of you. Do as I say and come out of there . . . "

Reluctantly, Debbie crawled across the front seat and stepped out. Her arms were folded across her chest to hide her little titties. In the moonlight, she looked beautiful, with fear in her eyes-knowing this animal desired her worth. Marvel moved toward her and she locked her knees, the feminine pride still dictating that her pussy be asked for, rather than taken.

Harry Marvel snatched her to him with one hand. Then, his face covered in dark shadows, he peered down at her luscious body.

"Oh, please, mister, don't hurt us! We weren't doing anything."

"Shut up, you little bitch-I saw you teasing this boy. So you have never been fucked, eh? " Harry Marvel turned to face the boy on the ground. "Sorry, kid, I hate to have you watch this. I feel bad about taking your pussy-but it has to be done. It's fate that I, Harry Marvel, should be the first man to fuck old man Hightower's youngest daughter . . . "

He grabbed Debbie with both arms. They fell against the hood of the car. Debbie turned her head from side to side to keep this vile creature from kissing her in the mouth. But Harry Marvel, inspired by Debbie's youth, and crazed by his own vengeance-put a strangling bear-hug on the little girl.

He positioned his body between her thighs so that Debbie was sitting half off the front fender. Her legs were up around his waist. Then with one hand held across Debbie's chest, and his free hand guiding his dick-Harry P. Marvel proceeded to rape the child.

For young Larry it was a sight he would never forget. He felt a sickening sensation in his bowels. He lay there unable to help his girl. The gag kept him from screaming out when he saw the size of the man's cock. Oh, no! He wasn't going to fuck little Debbie with all that meat! It wasn't fair. It was a violation ! Debbie was such a baby and he was a grown man, an insane animal who raped little girls. He would probably fuck Debbie so hard it would rip out her tender insides!

He saw Harry P. Marvel setting his feet firmly on the ground. In the moonlight, all Larry could see was the big long silhouette of the man's penis. But he could see Debbie's white thighs being raised until they touched her chin. He saw the big dick come pushing out at her small slit of a pussy. Then he heard her scream, like a wounded female animal in the forest. The night suddenly became quiet. The only sounds were the rapist's heavy breathing, huffing and puffing as if Debbie was the best pussy he'd had. Then came the erratic breathing as he fucked as fast as he could, plowing into little Debbie's precious cunt hole.

Larry thought he would die when he saw the man beat Debbie across the face. But why? Why would he want to beat her when she was so beautiful?

Then a strange sensation came over Larry. It was a fate worse than death because suddenly he noticed that Debbie had stopped screaming and fighting the man. He thought she was just being smart; it would not have done any good to fight him. She would be the only victim. But it was more than that with Debbie now. Larry saw her raise her head up off the hood of the car to look down between her legs.

She peered at the long shaft going up and down in her body, becoming more fascinating by the lightning and thunder of his quick strokes! So this was how the adult animal mated with his woman.

Then he saw the man give her a good hard one that ended with the man freezing, standing up on his toes, getting the last drop into her pussy. He heard Debbie sigh and hold her breath. Evidently, the man had shot off for the first time. The lump of semen inside of Debbie's cunt must have felt really good to her!

So good that Debbie reached her arms up to pull the rapist down to her bosom. Larry went wild with rage. The beast was charming his sweetheart. Now Larryhad had a question answered for him. One penis was evidently as good as another-although he had not been given a chance to prove himself.

Harry P. Marvel withdrew his penis and turned Debbie over-face down over the car hood. He pushed her back down flat with both of her arms stretched out. Then he positioned her legs so that she was spread-eagle-he then had a straight shot at both of the little girl's holes.

Debbie moaned in pain with the first insertion-the dick felt harder, bigger, even after shooting off twice inside her snatch. Her whole body quaked as the man put full force behind his fucking, rocking her head at the height of each hit! They were hard solid stabs.

"Listen, you little bitch . . . you're getting off lucky tonight. Only because I need you to carry a message back to your father," said Harry

Marvel, holding Debbie by the waist and giving her machine gun blurts! ". . . you tell your dad that Harry Marvel did this to you."

He stopped fucking, caught his breath, and put his dick into her small anus. A scream more piercing than her first, came from Debbie, putting the forest into an eerie silence.

"Oh, oh . . . oh, oh, no, no," her voice trembled and bubbled off into unconsciousness.

Harry Marvel watched her limp body fall to the ground. Then he looked at Larry on the ground. "You tell them, kid, that I intend to get even with Hightower. I'm gonna make him sweat like he made me sweat for ten years!" Then Harry Marvel pissed all over Debbie's naked body. He silently disappeared into the night.

Captain Hightower went berserk at the hospital when he saw his daughter Debbie-the way she had been beaten. Then when he heard the awful tale of how his daughter was pissed upon, he tried to attack young Larry, yelling obscenities that the boy should have given his life to protect Debbie. Larry's father was with the boy and a fist fight occurred, which a photographer snapped.

When the captain was calmer he called in his staff and discussed what had happened. It was obvious that one of the criminals he had sent to prison was out to pay a vendetta. Hightower had no trouble in remembering Harry Marvel. But Marvel had been a clever man, not one prone to rape and sadistic crimes. But ten years was a long time for a man to kindle enough hate to carry such a thing off. Where would Marvel draw the line? Was he intent upon attacking all of High tower's daughters? None of them were married; they should know about it.

Hightower placed a call to each of his daughters and warned them. He explained that there was no need to be concerned, but it always paid to be prepared, just in case. Agness, the attorney, offered her services investigating Marvel. Hightower said no, he could handle the case, and it would not be long before his men picked up Marvel.

Hightower was wrong. It was not just a matter of time before Harry Marvel would be picked up. A thorough investigation was launched and nothing turned up.

One month dragged by. Hightower's nerves were somewhat relaxed, thinking that perhaps the attack on Debbie had been enough for the rapist. Then the morning papers carried stories of rapes that were brutally committed on the U.C. Campus. A rapist had attacked twelve coeds in a period of two weeks. Berkeley citizens were in an uproar. Hightower checked twice daily with his daughter Margaret, a member of the U.C. faculty. She assured her father that she would be fine, and that these things happened, although she was concerned with the series of rapes. She couldn't help wondering what a father could have done to someone to make that person want to do such a thing.

Margaret Hightower sat in her apartment overlooking the Berkeley campus. It was eight thirty, a very quiet night with an eerie stillness that was disconcerting. Telegraph Avenue was deserted and most of the shops were closed. She put aside the papers she had been correcting. Her arm ached from writing and she massaged it. She lit a joint and went to stand by the window. Poor Debbie, she thought. What a horrible thing to have happen at her age. And her boyfriend, Larry-to have been made to watch your girl get raped-to see another dick go into his own Debbie. Oh, wow, the poor kid!

Then Margaret chuckled. Maybe it wasn't so bad having your ass ripped off. To have some man so hot for your body he'd knock you down and take it. It was probably the best thing that could have happened to Debbie-the last daughter under their father's roof. As long as you were under his roof and he was paying the bills, you were going to do as he told you! No question about it. What a laugh on all those people in San Francisco if they only knew what an ambitious bigot, and wife-beater father he was. Her family still believed in yesterday's pipe dreams, and prestige was everything. Her father had raised them to be pure, lily-white female robots, with no minds of their own. When Agness was five, he told her she was going to become a lawyer. Margaret was to be a teacher. He had never let them date or have boys visit their home. They were never to forget that the family name was to be upheld.

Margaret was happy to be out of her father's house and into her life's work, helping others to communicate in love, to have compassion for their fellow man. That was enough for her. The work was exhausting, the rewards few, and the physical misery was a story in itself. She couldn't remember the last time she had gone to bed with a man. There just wasn't time. It wasn't that she didn't believe in freedom of expression in the physical sense, she felt that it was not giving her all if she was not well prepared to teach her lessons.

The men she knew were boys anyway. Big pricks, perhaps, but no salt. Too much of her father was instilled inside her. She had to say that because her father was all man. She could not love some guy who didn't measure up to her standards of a man. That in itself was a little bigoted. But that's the way things were.

The ringing of the phone broke Margaret's concentration. She answered it, and to her surprise, it was Steve Webber. Webber asked if she would meet him for coffee and a friendly chat. Margaret was pleased to receive the invitation because she did need to talk with someone. She told Webber she would meet him at the coffee house in thirty minutes.

Margaret went into the bathroom to draw a tub of water. She was quite happy to shed the boredom that went along with this apartment. It was so gloomy. Perhaps, when she had the time, she would paint it bright colors. She let her hair down and pulled her sweater over her head.

Soon she stood there nude and looking into the mirror. Maybe Steve Webber would take her to his apartment after coffee and give her some dick. The word "dick" tickled her fane" She was twenty-five years old now and she had learned that "dick" was more than just a name to her. The older she grew, the more a man's penis meant to her. How terrible it is to be in heat-and to sit back to wait for a man to ask you out. The competition was stiff and there was so much free and willing pussy on campus that the handsome guys were all taken. It was damn near degrading to practically beg a guy to ball her.

She could feel her vagina bubbling over inside. The tight entrance of her vagina contracted as if it had a mind of its own.

She climbed into the bathtub of warm water. It felt delicious and momentarily soothed her horny body. She let the water rush over her body and saw her breasts floating on the surface. The warm water splashed her nipples and they rose like periscopes, turning bright red. She couldn't resist cupping them, to let them splash in the water. The friction of the water stung the undersides of her breasts to make her wiggle below.

She leaned back and rested her head on the tub. She closed her eyes and opened her thighs. They were nice thighs, soft, shapely, tender and hot around the upper portion. Very slowly she fanned them open and shut to let the water gush between. It felt good splashing over her pussy. Her hands opened the lips wide. Ahhh! There! She was already leaking from within and the pussy juices flooded out into the bath water. She could see the stream of white fluid blend into the soapy water.

The water splashed over her clitoris. She gapped her legs as wide as the width of the tub would permit. Then she used her hands to splatter water over her clitoris again. The clitoris sprang up like a little red button. She flicked it with a finger and watched it twitch. She wondered about the human body. Sometimes her vital organs, especially her clitoris, were alive as if another soul was in her being. She had absolutely no control over her clitoris. When she was a little bit horny she had to fight it. It was like having someone reach a hand up in her womb and grab her ding dongs and not letting go-until she let a penis come up there.

Suddenly, there was a sound from outside in the living room. Margaret sat up and listened -her senses razor sharp. Had she forgotten to lock the door? No, of course not, she always locked the front door. Or did she? Her eyes flashed around the bathroom. Suppose there was someone in her apartment-the rapist maybe? How would she protect herself naked and in a bathtub? Ridiculous. Then she thought about the movie "Psycho" and her blood turned cold.

She automatically moved to stand up in the tub when the door came flying open. A man lunged at her! She saw flashes of his image with one hand raised-she opened her mouth to scream but no sound came forth. She was grabbed around the neck and yanked from the tub.

Her nude body was dragged from the bathroom into the bedroom where she was tied to the bed. Margaret prayed she would pass out and miss the ordeal that was in store for her. Although she was frightened beyond her wits, she was compelled to watch everything her mysterious attacker did to her. He was poised, not frightened at all. After she was tied securely to the bed, the man went into the living room to lock the front door. He came back and leered down upon her naked, writhing body.

"Don't be frightened, little girl. I have to do this. If you fight it'll make it all the harder. But I kinda like a gal who's frisky. So make it easy on yourself."

Margaret's eyes followed everything Harry P. Marvel did. It was like a dream happening to someone else. The way this man stared at her naked body, her tits and into her pussy. She felt ridiculous lying there with her legs stretched open. Funny, but she rather hoped that he liked her. A question arose in Margaret's mind-would this rapist fuck her because she was good, or would he fuck just anybody? She would like to think that her pussy was special.

She bit down hard on the gag when she saw him snatch out his cock. Oh, wow! Would you just look at that! His cock looked like a red sausage. It had been so long since she had seen a penis. All that gorgeous meat dangling down in front of him. Then she got a better look when he came over her.

She kept making sounds to let this man know she wanted to speak. Finally, Harry P. Marvel took off the gag.

"If you make a sound I'll kill you! Understand?"

"I won't scream. Is pussy all you want?"

"Why? What difference does it make?"

"Because you don't have to tie my hands if that's all you want." She paused to see how he would react. "I won't tell if you rape me. I need a good fucking, but I like to participate. I love to suck cocks. I'll suck yours if you want me to."

"Don't believe you, bitch. Don't you get enough? "

"I haven't fucked in six months. So you don't have to tie me up . . . "

"All right. No funny stuff!"

The thought appealed to Harry P. Marvel. It was safe enough. The lights were out in the front room and no one would think she was home. This bitch wasn't like the average straight broad. After all, she was an educator; she had a lot on the ball. Besides, these college kids today were sex freaks and enjoyed giving that snatch away.

Marvel cut the sheet that he had tied around her arms and legs. Yeah-what a beautiful chick this one was. Thanks to this girl's father, he would never have the nice things in life, bitches who looked as good as Margaret. He gazed down at her. Margaret half-smiled. She looked as though she was happy to have the confrontation.

"What are you, crazy? I came here to rape and kill you!"

"Hell. What kept you? I could use some tonight."

"I'll be damned-the teacher likes to screw."

"Damn right. But you sonofabitch'n men want a woman to kiss your asses, just to give up some dick."

"Is your pussy any good?"

"I think so. Guys always come back for seconds. I can say that. What about you? Why do you go around raping women? Why don't you just buy some cunt? Heaven knows there're enough whores in the bay area."

"You sound bitter, honey. What are you afraid of? Did your daddy tell you not to?"

"My daddy was the one who taught me what it was all about!"

"That figures."

"You know my father, don't you? You're the one he's looking for-you know all about my family. I don't blame you. They're all assholes, including my father. He needs a kick in the teeth. If you really want to get next to him -steal his money. You think he gives a shit about his daughters. It's just a big show for his friends downtown. It looks good in print. My father wants to be governor of this state. He'll make it, too."

"Why aren't you afraid?"

"Because I believe in a different world than my parents. I'm a part of the movement. I want to see change. Sex isn't dirty to me . . . I think a woman should fuck a man. If other dumb-assed, two-faced plastic prick-teasers want to dry up-that's their business. But not me. I love to fuck."

"You do look like you could use a little dick-"

Her face was serious. She wiggled and pulled her arms over her head, her lower body curling up, closing both knees-squeezing her pussy juices.

He could smell the raw cunt; the female animate in need of a good lay.

"Shit, I could use a lot." When Margaret said this, she flipped her head back and opened both thighs. She made her ass hump the sheet -then she humped her cunt up at him.

He came closer, his dick hanging like a sword. The look in Margaret's eyes suddenly transported her from the present into a long, lost dream. She was probably happy that she had at least found a man capable of fucking the shit out of her . . . leave no stone unturned . . . grind out the gritty, bitchiness deep in her soul that made her bitter throughout the day.

The moment was tense. For the time being things seemed to speed up, as when two people want something good to come out of a bad situation. The only thing that Margaret was aware of was Harry P. Marvel's dick swinging like a pendulum. Let's face it, she told herself, a dick like that was good on a rapist, or a straight guy. Her face pinched in agony as soon as she saw it. Her hands stroked over her clitoris. The blond hair fell over her eyes; her head tossed back, the mouth came open as if waiting to suck Harry Marvel's cock.

She let out a grunt when he climbed on top of her. His big pole bumped from one thigh to the other. He came down and took her ass in his hands to guide her fucking. He sounded the depths of her well until he thought his penis was going out through her buttocks. Margaret twisted, adjusting to the snug fit and came wiggling in for more. It was as if someone had stuck a long fat pole up her womb. She screwed around and around over the pole, happy her pussy was good enough to be raped. It was good for the soul to be taken in this cave man fashion-to hear this male beast grunting, as if she was a meal herself. It was fucking a big grizzly bear; the sweaty odor was as funky as his king-size prick-tearing down her pussy walls, fucking the grit out of her soul, to store hot lumps of semen. She was sure he must have gone off at least three times, and his dick was still as hard as steel.

A shaft of steel. A thunderbolt that tightened her thirsty pussy, drying up her tunnel. Her pussy hole became a suction cup that sucked his meaty gorge into her precious juice hole. Margaret slowly slipped away, climaxing continuously.

She opened herself to him-her pussy was his to do with as he pleased. He could jug as deep and as far as he wanted because she was at his mercy. Mercy, mercy! However, she hoped he was not all dog, and would not fuck her so hard she'd pass out. She would not be able to enjoy it when unconscious. It was all a dream then . . . a nightmare that was turning out beautifully. A strange man had broke into her apartment to fuck her pussy-as if he, the alley cat, had passed her place, sniffed her leaky cunt, and came charging in!

There was an entanglement of arms and legs and somehow she was on top of his penis. She settled down in the saddle, her face pensive while she adjusted. It was difficult getting her narrow pussy hole down all the way over the dick head. Then, when she had it the way she wanted, she began to fuck.

She fanned her ass around and around, whipping her snatch up and down on his pole. She was good at it. She would reverse the action from time to time. She got a kick from teasing his dick. She would let her pussy slide all the way down the pole-and she would sit there content to hear him groan. Then she would screw up along the cock until her pussy entrance was sitting around his crown. That was when she would raise up and fuck him like a corkscrew. She felt his dick throb violently and knew he had reached the end of his rope.

Harry P. Marvel was a wild man using his shaft of steel like a weapon. The more he jugged Margaret, the better she liked it. The roles were reversed and she raped him, to keep from being raped.

They clung to each other, both their souls being devoured from within-as though their organs were no longer a part of their body they could control. They rolled off the bed with a terrific boom! Harry stood up with Margaret wrapped around his legs. She put her arms around his neck and bit his ears, raking her nails over his shoulders. He grunted as if he had been wounded. Margaret's pussy was so good he could barely stand. His penis was stuck in her hole. He fell back against the wall. He turned so that Margaret's back was against the wall. He squared himself and began to fuck her standing up.

With her legs wrapped around his waist it was just the right projection for his penis to stroke up into her. He fucked that way for a long while. The sound of his grunts fascinated Margaret and with each grunt she climaxed a little more.

Margaret had never been fucked standing up, She lent herself to it, dropping her buttocks down over his pole, taking stiff jabs straight up in her hole.

He stood there flat-footed with his dick going in her like a jackhammer! Very slowly Margaret collapsed, sliding down along the wall until she hit the floor.

Margaret folded to the floor, half-unconscious from the glorious orgasm. Harry P. Marvel shook the come from the head of his dick.

He put a chair in the middle of the bedroom and tied a rope around the chandelier.

"Oh, no. What are you going to do?"

Before Margaret could speak again, Marvel gagged her again and carried her to the chair. He stood her up on it and tied her hands up to the chandelier.

"I hate to do this to you, girlie," Marvel groaned, "but I want you to give a message to your father. One that he will understand."

Margaret felt her heart thundering inside her chest; pulsating with horror. What was this insane man going to do to her? He had tricked her. He had used her and then double-crossed her. Now he was going to hang her.

What other reason would he stretched her up this way? What kind of a creep was he?

She hung there by her thumbs watching him dress, methodically, as if he was figuring his next move-thinking if he had left any evidence. This man was very thorough. When he was dressed, he took his belt from his trousers and moved in front of Margaret.

"It's a shame to scar that beautiful flesh of yours. But it must be done. Too bad, you seemed to be a good person. I guess youngsters never finish paying for their parents' sins. Sorry, little girl. But your pussy is good."

Margaret shut her eyes anticipating pain. He was behind her and her flesh crawled, sensing his face close to her buttocks. She felt his hands on her as he kissed the back of her thighs. The lips came further down and she tingled, feeling his wet mouth in the valley of her buttocks. He sucked the soft moons playfully into his mouth.

She felt her cheeks being parted and his mouth came up against her anus. Then there was the sharp bite of his tongue darting into her hole. She contracted her muscles to prevent the intrusion but he put a finger up her pussy and tickled the clitoris. It made her lightheaded and she released the tight hold around her rectum. His tongue came two inches into her mud flats . . .

Then, remembering that he was running out of time, Marvel kissed her ass affectionately and hit her with the belt. The first blow caught her just over the rise of her pretty ass. The second blow burned the flesh off her thighs!

Her body jerked and swung like a pendulum.

She hung by her thumbs while her legs dangled in the air. He beat her more until her pink body was red with welts. A knife materialized and there came a shattering scream. Then the bedroom fell into silence.

The helicopter hovered over a tall massive body of cliffs in Eclan Bay. The ocean splashed against the bottom of the cliffs where a colorful entanglement of cypress trees surrounded a narrow slope that led up to the estate that sat atop Eclan Point. David Hightower looked down from the helicopter at the house below. He saw the landing lights blink on and the lone figure of Eston Howard staring up.

"Awright, Lou, take her down."

The helicopter landed just beside the tennis courts. Eston Howard rushed to meet the helicopter. Hightower opened the door and looked out.

"What's this all about, Hightower?" said Howard, churning up his face against the rush of wind from the propellers.

"Climb in and I'll tell you. We can talk up there," said Hightower, beckoning for Howard to get in the helicopter.

"I have guests for dinner. I can't go barging off. You know better than to contact me here at my home."

"I know. Now get in, Howard, or you're going to make me angry. I flew up here from San Francisco to have this talk with you. I have a message for the Big Man."

Howard looked back to the terrace. He saw his guests mingling inside the house, enjoying cocktails. He climbed in the helicopter.

The helicopter lifted up into the darkness.

"This had better be good, Hightower. What's this all about?"

"I need a service. I want to speak to the Man."

"You know that's impossible. The Man has been going through troubled times."

Hightower replied, "I don't have the time to argue. I need a service done or next year the Man won't be elected."

"You know, Hightower-I'm disappointed in you. You know better than to risk security. You are a public official-now how would that look if you were connected to the Man? What would the good citizens of this state think if they knew the whole city was in the control of the rackets? We went through hell getting your post for you. Now I'm beginning to doubt your capability."

"Listen. My family is in danger. Some psychopath is trying to ruin my life. I've tried to track him down, but this guy is smart. He's raped a whole slew of coeds just to make cover to attack my daughter Margaret. You must have read how she was beaten nearly to death -by that animal!"

"Don't be a crybaby. You knew there were certain dangers that went along with the job. It's your personal problem-you're the big bad police captain-you find this guy and arrest him. It's sad news when you have to come to the Organization to put a hit on a crook. It's even funny. Hightower, you're a funny character!"

"Funny or not, you make it perfectly clear to the Big Man I want this guy hit. I can't do the job through the law-law is too sticky nowadays. You have to warn a ass before you can arrest him, of his legal rights and all that shit. This rat has to be killed for what he's done to my two daughters. I want to set an example for every hood in the state. I want this guy hit right away before he gets to my oldest daughter."

"All right. I'll pass it on," replied Howard. "Set this whirlybird down and let me out. I'll do what I can. But the Man is very busy these days. The less he figures into, the better for him. No hard feeling."

"Listen, you bastard! You had better take care of this for me. I know the Organization has a work force twice the size of the city police. They can find anybody. Now I want this guy found or else!"

"Or else what?"

"You just make sure the Man gets the word. Now you can go back to your swanky party. It must be nice living up here on the top of a hill in all this splendor. I'd hate to see you lose it all. Now get out and don't forget. I want immediate action on this or things downtown will get very tight! Understand?"

The helicopter landed again and Howard climbed out. The copter lifted back into the black sky. Howard stood peering up at the blackness-wondering just how much of High-tower's threat he was capable of keeping . . .

Two days later, Agness Hightower spoke with her father on the phone from her office. "Yes, dad-I know, dad. You're taking this thing much too serious. Personally, I don't think I am in any danger. I know, dad. But you forget that I'm a chip off the old block. I can take care of myself. I'm an attorney, a professional just like you. Yes, Jeff is going with me. I'll be away for at least two months, so I don't think your psycho-rapist will follow me to Paris. Yes, dad, I will call you later. I'm going to be busy this evening with a very special friend. Yes, good-bye, dad."

Agness put the phone down and leaned back and took a drag off her cigarette. Her father was a worrier. The man who raped her would be in for a pleasant surprise. If only her poor dad knew that she did not dig men. In fact, what would he think if he knew she had made it with some of the most luscious bitches in this town? He'd croak for sure. Well-it was his fault because he had raised her to do her own thing. She couldn't help it if men were utterly stupid and women desirable. It worked out just fine. She handled divorce cases which put her in close contact with wealthy women who were down on men-some were willing to give it up to her. She had it down to a routine because she took a lot of time with each client. She had access to their homes and privacy which a male attorney would not. She would put a loving arm around her clients and dry their tears, then fuck them into oblivion. When she finished with a new broad, that broad would never desire another man.

The intercom buzzed and Agness picked it up mechanically. She answered it and went back to reading the papers on her desk. Ah, everything was all cleared for her trip to Paris. She was aware of the door opening and her secretary announcing someone. Agness thought she was dreaming when she looked up and saw Cybil Stanway.

"Sweetheart. You're early," said Agness, getting up and putting on her coat. "Did your nasty ol' husband call this morning?"

"No, he didn't call. Thank God. I'll tell you the latest development at lunch. Shall we go?"

There was a cool breeze blowing throughout Cybil Stanway's penthouse apartment. There was soft music on the stereo and the thin white curtains danced in the late evening's breeze. Harry P. Marvel stood just outside the bedroom on the terrace. He could see very well through the curtains. He had followed both women to lunch and prearranged entrance to Cybil Stan-way's apartment.

Harry P. Marvel was well hidden when they arrived. Cybil Stanway had told Agness how thankful she was for the large settlement. They chatted for a while, then had a few drinks. Harry P. Marvel got a surprise when he saw them kissing on the bed.

Well, well, well! He hadn't suspected she was a dyke. But then he took a good look at Agness. She was a blonde, a small potato face, but attractive. Her hair was cut in a fuck. There was a small frame and fairly large thighs. Cybil Stanway was a tall, lanky brunette with a ruddy complexion. There was something very masculine about the both of them. There seemed to be life in their eyes, as if they were both past caring about anything.

While they kissed, his eyes went from one to the other. Agness had nice thighs and good legs. They looked sexy with the small frame, as though she couldn't take much dick. A cock of any size would bend her out of shape.

On the other hand, the dark-haired Cybil Stanway appeared to be built solid, stored with milk and honey. She was a long, tall broad, almost ugly but all together very fuckable. She was the typical lesbian type.

Agness was wearing a white shift. When the kiss was broken, Agness calmly opened it down the front. She reached in and cupped one tit to show Cybil. Her tits were mere whiffs of mounds of softness with bright pink nipples. Cybil leaned over and sucked the nipple. She pulled back and was delighted to see it swell and twitch.

They kissed again. Agness automatically opened her legs with the touch of lips. Cybil used the flat of her hand to stroke over Agness' crotch. The hand came away from the crotch and caressed the inner thighs. Cybil took a long while rubbing Agness' thighs, squeezing, molding the lobes of softness. As Cybil warmed the thighs, she kissed Agness' neck, her shoulder, her tits, and then down along the thighs.

She pulled Agness' panties aside. She saw a small portion of her pussy. But there was a lot of pubic hair, all tangled and moist. Hairs as long as that would cut off a man's prick!

It was Agness' turn to explore Cybil's body. She stood up and put her hands inside Cybil's blouse. Cybil drew up as if she was in shock. Agness rolled her breasts around and around, to juice them. She left one hand in the blouse and lifted the skirt. Cybil squirmed her hips to slip the skirt off easily. As soon as the skirt had cleared the upper thighs, they came apart.

Harry P. Marvel saw it all. It excited him and his penis rose and stood straight out. It did his spirit good to see how this rich bitch, Cybil, sitting there squirming and groaning, her legs jacked open. And to see Agness High-tower shove her hand down the inside of Cybil's drawers, and twirling around in her cunt. It was sexy to see how they turned on to each other. It said that females were easier to get to, much more than they indicated in public. Looking at the two women, Marvel discovered how hot and inwardly greedy cunts could be.

Agness kept feeling around inside the panties. Cybil Stanway shifted her wide hips from side to side. She squirmed her buttocks over the bed. Agness finger-fucked her. She stuck two fingers into the pussy hole, then three, and finally her wrist It looked as if Agness' whole arm had disappeared up into Cybil's cunt hole. He imagined Agness was groping around inside of Cybil's vagina, scratching, tickling, driving the woman out of her mind.

"You knew I wanted to fuck you, didn't you, Cybil?"

"I couldn't believe you wanted me. After seeing how ignorant I was with my husband . . . "

"I've wanted you from the first time you walked into my office. I could see that you had class. I saw how tender you were all over. How shapely your thighs were-like mine-how your tits looked as if they needed sucking . . . "

Agness moved in closer to Cybil's face. She held Cybil's face deep in her crotch-to let her sniff the fumes of her leaky cunt. Cybil rolled her face into her crotch and nudged at Agness' pussy mound. When Cybil had more than she could take, she pulled up and kissed Agness.

Then with tantalizing slowness, Agness pulled up Cybil's blouse. When Cybil's breasts were in full sight, she arched sexily and blushed like a school girl. She took the blouse off, and settled back on the bed. Agness crawled over Cybil's body and began to lick the well-rounded thighs. She barely touched her thighs-just enough to hold Cybil steady while she used her tongue. Agness cocked her head to one side, studying the sight of the open gash of pink. There was a bush there but it would not hinder Agness' plans to lick the cunt dry. At first, she just rubbed her hand up and down both thighs. The very stroking of her hands was like a hot poker raking over Cybil's flesh. Yes, indeed, Cybil was hot because she had not fucked in ten months.

Agness licked up the right thigh to the center of the action. But she did not go toward the pussy hole. She went across to the other thigh. Cybil was somewhat disappointed. She had to wait now until Agness finished licking the other thigh. Finally, Agness lapped over the pussy hairs. Cybil's body wobbled, frantic with the heat of passion. Cybil held her breath, expecting some glorious eruption to occur.

Cybil's thighs came open wider-there was just enough space for Agness' tongue to lick between. The juices from the leaky pussy hole dripped down on Agness' tongue. Cybil raised her hips to give Agness a better shot . . . she dragged her pussy lips back and forth over the stiff tongue.

It was torture for Harry P. Marvel-seeing Cybil catch a tongueful of come, then bring the tongue back into her mouth. He decided it was time to make his move. If things went well, he would have time to fuck them both.

Harry P. Marvel made his presence known and stepped through the terrace door.

"Don't either one of you broads make a sound. Keep quiet! I mean business!" said Harry P. Marvel, waving his gun at the naked women on the bed.

Another voice shouted, "Drop that gun, Harry P. Marvel! The gig is up!"

The bedroom door came bursting in! There stood Captain David Hightower with two policemen. Three other policemen stepped in from the terrace-guns drawn.

"Oh, thank heaven, dad! This is the man you've been looking for."

"I know him," said Hightower. "Harry P. Marvel. You bastard!" Without thinking, the good captain knocked Marvel down. "You dirty mother-fucker! I should shoot you down like the dog you are! Who gave you the right to endanger people's lives?"

The policemen handcuffed Harry P. Marvel and led him away.

"Daddy, you shouldn't lose your temper. It's all over now, the case has been solved. But tell me, how did you know you'd find me here at Cybil's apartment?"

"I knew all along about what you are . . . I'm not putting you down for it," he spoke quietly. "I know I haven't been a good father to you girls. So whatever you are, I'm to blame. Anyway, I figured you'd be here because you're leaving for Paris in the morning. Naturally, you'd want to spend your last night with your lover. Harry P. Marvel had to be some place close by. I knew he would strike where he least expected me to cover. It would have worked, too, but I was smarter."

"Oh, daddy . . . I don't know what to say."

"There's nothing to say. I'm happy my daughters weren't killed and this mess is over with. It's taught me one hell of a lesson!"