Chapter 6
Opening the door, Loretta found herself facing a giant of a man, big in every way. He had to be at least six-feet-four inches in height, and he weighed in at close to two-hundred and sixty.
"Ma'm," he said, his drawl letting her know he was originally from one of the southern states. "Ah'm J.C. Warren, and ah was told ah had to see you 'bout mah claim fer when ah was in an auto accident. Mah own company covers me fer No-Fault, but ah've had this here strain what's caused me a lotta pain in mah lumbar region. Ah was told you'd look it over good so's you can make sure, and then yer company would make me a settlement. As it is, ah'm suin' fer fifty-grand, since this here pain prevents me from goin' about and doin' mah duties."
He was looking at her as a wolf would look at a lamb. The man's tongue leaped out more than once to catch saliva dribbling from his mouth as he entered the room, shutting the door behind him.
"Just what do you do for a living?" Loretta asked.
"Ah'm head of security for a big department store," he replied. "Ah work with the cashier. Thass why ah carry a gun," he said, and he suddenly produced what had to be the biggest handgun Loretta had ever seen outside of the movies. In fact, it looked exactly the same as the one carried by Clint Eastwood in Magnum Force.
"Well you don't need that here," Loretta said, trying to push the barrel aside.
"Ah'm not so sure," the man told her. "Y'see, this here is a sort of convincer. It's to convince you t'turn in a favorable report. It's a .44 Magnum, and if ah squeeze the trigger, it'll blow that purty head of yours clean off. Now what's a lovely li'l thing like you doin' workin' fer this bastard insurance company?"
"Just trying to make a living," Loretta gasped, shuddering, terrified beyond belief as he waved the gun at her.
"So yer the examiner, huh? Well," he said, unbuttoning his denim shirt, "suppose you get to examinin'."
"Wh-where did you say you have the pain?" Loretta asked.
"In mah lower back," the man replied. "So iff n you don't mind honey, it might be a good idea if y'all loosen mah belt, huh."
Loretta's untrained hand went to work on the buckle of the man's belt, tugging stubborn leather against cold metal. She had to kneel to see the buckle more clearly, and when she looked up to ask the man just how the buckle worked, she almost passed out then and there. She found herself staring directly into the large black opening of the gun barrel. At this point she felt ready to simply melt into the floor, and she began shaking. She had heard about women forced to do things at the point of a gun, but never in her life had she dreamed something like this would happen to her.
Her eyes caught the lead tips of the magnum cartridges, each one cut into like a dum-dum as they winked at her from inside the pistol's metal cylinder.
Thus man's crazy! she thought. He's out of his mind!
She shut her eyes to keep from looking at the terrifying sight, expecting at any moment to feel the shattering blast that might spit from the barrel and splatter her brains all over the apartment. At least it would be recorded on film, but that would be of no consolation to her.
"Like it, honey?" he asked, all but convulsed with laughter at the idea of her terror. "With a gun lahk this, ah can hit me a hold-up man alia way across the store, even inna dark. Ain't no man alive can outrun it. So don't you go gettin' no ideas about tryin' t'get outta here. I got me a feelin' we're both gonna do us some examinin'. Yes ma'am, we're both of us gonna do a lot-ta examinin'. You're gonna check me out, and ah'm gonna check you out."
Her hands were shaking violently as they continued their work, shuddering all over as she felt the cold metal muzzle of the massive revolver continually rubbing her cheeks and then her throat ever-so-gently. More and more terrified shivers went charging through her frightened body. She finally unbuckled the heavy belt and sat back on her heels, too frightened to move for the moment.
The man looked at bit like the brother of the present U.S. president, and with that drawl of his he sounded like him, as well. When he nudged her with his gun, she hurriedly went to work on his pants. For a while the zipper seemed stuck, and she found it difficult to tug the fly open. His cock was already hard and swollen, and she was able to tell that it looked, through the pants, to be almost as thick as the barrel of his magnum pistol. Her palm accidentally pressed against it, a heatedly rigid club of potency radiating heat from within his pants, and she knew now that Jerry Doan had been right in his estimation of men. They came here with monetary greed on their mind, but seeing her seductively dressed this way aroused their gonads to the point where they forgot that monetary greed just long enough to betray themselves.
The huge heavy penis coupled with the thick length of cold metal that was the pistol barrel now more than terrified Loretta. For some unexplainable reason it also excited her, building a strange mixture of fear and complete anticipation. For some unknown reason she found herself looking at the pistol barrel almost as if it were a vital, symbolic thing related to the sexual nature of herself and just about every woman. It was as if fear and lust were blending together so that she was unable to distinguish one from the other. She was being aroused as well as terrified, and she realized she was mixed-up, no longer able to think straight. Did she want to be fucked, or did she want this man to go away and leave her alone?
The beautiful Loretta shudderred on the brink of total panic, and at the same time she knew she was also on the edge of complete submission. The realization that there was little, if any, difference between them, frightened her that much more. She continued struggling and fumbling with the pants zipper and finally managed to pull it all the way down.
When his pants fell, she tugged his undershorts down as well, and the mighty muscle of masculine flesh all but hit her in the face as it suddenly sprang out and pointed at her, as if accusing her of its condition. For the first time since becoming involved with any man she discovered herself staring closely at the massive length and breadth of the cock. It was longer and thicker than Reverend Frank's, but not nearly as large as Jerry Doan's. She studied it carefully, noting it wasn't merely a fleshy rod with a capped head on it. It had form and shape to it, with veins winding through it. The base of the cock was thicker than the rest, and its bole was made of soft flesh. In this case the flesh partially covered the head since this man was not circumcised. The great, flaring head was almost a brilliant red, and that head was made of the most incredibly rubbery, taut skin she had ever touched.
No wonder her maidenhead hadn't stood a chance when Reverend Frank had pulverized her. The penile head was built like a battering ram, a ram designed for the express purpose of penetrating and destroying her virginity, and then massaging the softness of her membraneous walls.
Then there was that gun. It, too, was a shatterer, but not of maidenheads. It was a shatterer of life, piercing flesh and bone and parts of the human body that were not meant to be punctured.
She inhaled, and automatically smelled the rich masculine scent coming from between his thighs. She ought to have been repulsed by it, but she found it exciting, arousing.
"Like it?" he asked, waving the gun at her.
"Ohhhhh ... uhhhh ... yesss...." she nodded. "Were you hurt here, as well?"
"Le's just say it needs a li'l tender lovin' care, too, honey," he smiled. "What's more, thass just what you're gonna give it."
With a huge meaty paw the man cupped the back of her brown head and drew her lovely face toward him, forcing her lips toward the massive dome of his throbbing cock. She saw the little slit in it spreading open like a deep, black, almost round toothless mouth as it rose to its full extension. His fingers tightly dug through her hair into her scalp as he gripped the back of her head all the more firmly. Her eyes were slitted, barely able to remain open, and she felt pain in the roots of her hair. She struggled against his hand but it was no use. He pulled her closer and closer until her mouth pressed firmly against the coarse tip of his battering ram.
"Use that sweet tongue and lick it, honey!" the security man ordered harshly.
Loretta had never done anything like this before in her life. It would never have occurred to her to do something like this, and now that the man was suggesting it, she felt inwardly disgusted. But the cold touch of the gun barrel reminded her this man was just crazy enough to to something to hurt, if not kill, her should she not obey him.
Quivering, she let her tongue peep through her lips and touch the salty tip of his red-headed penis. She licked lightly and snapped her tongue back in.
"You gotta do better'n that," he told her. "You gotta open yer mouth and take mah cock alia way in, honey."
Clenching her eyes tightly shut, the beautiful Loretta sobbed in her throat. This was disgusting, yet she had no choice. What prompted her to move even more quickly was the sound of the metallic click of the gun, reminding her he was the kind of man just crazy enough to pull the trigger. The reminder of that huge metallic opening, staring at her sightlessly, so-to-speak, sent another freezing chill of flashing terror slashing through her terrified mind. Compared to the magnum, the sight of the man's phallus, staring at her much the same way, seemed very tame.
Eyes still tightly clenched together, she allowed her lips to finally open very slowly, gingerly, and choking, let them slide around the flaming crown that was this man's gigantic penis head. It was a totally different sensation from what she had expected, and instead of wanting to throw up, she discovered her taste buds actually salivating, enjoying the meaty flavor. It wasn't nearly as horrifying as she had expected. In fact, the more her lips compressed around the penile barrel, the more pleasant this seemed. The long, thick, hot smooth muscle seemed to fit inside her tongue and palate very nicely.
She felt the man draw his penis back just a little, and then he slid it in again, this time going deeper, letting the head tickle the back of her throat. She found her cheeks contracting as she automatically sucked and her tongue pressed against the undercarriage of the throbbing organ, forcing the top of it against the roof of her mouth. She was well aware of the coronal ridge running around it now that her lips had pushed the skin flap back.
Again the penis slid out, the edges of her teeth scraping ever-so-gently around it, then it slid in again. The man was panting very hoarsely as he continued pushing and pulling the length and thickness of his mighty rod in and out of her mouth. He didn't try to shove it down her throat yet, for which Loretta was grateful. Not that she didn't want to someday take the full length of a cock into her mouth, but something this thick might conceivably strangle her. As it was, the organ seemed to continue thickening and lengthening until the head was indeed trying to force itself intop her gullet. The lovely woman felt herself gagging and choking on the stave of living, pulsating meat. The continually thrusting, grinding tip of the organ tickled her throat until she gagged and choked, and now the security man was relentlessly starting to push harder and deeper. J.C. looked down at the long, dark head of hair pressed firmly into his somewhat paunchy stomach, and he gripped her head tightly and suddenly shoved, and the last few inches of cock shoved into her mouth as the penile head crammed itself into her gullet. Her throat strained to contain it, and Loretta felt herself on the verge of passing out. This was both wonderful and terrible at the same time and she had no idea how to save herself.
Abruptly the man pulled his cock back, just as she was on the very edge of totally passing out. He began kneeling, pushing her onto her back on the carpeting in the sitting room. His weight followed her all the way down until she was lying flat and he was kneeling with his knees on either side of her head. Then he pulled the cock from her mouth, saying, "Ah'd love to come in thet there mouth of yours, but then it'd be all over. No, honey, we're're gonna do something else."
Thinking the man intended to simply fuck her, Loretta spread her slender thighs wide apart. Reaching down, she tucked his penis into the wet opening of her vagina under her dress but he stopped her.
"Like I said, lady, we're gonna do somethin' different. Afterward, you're gonna give me a clean bill of pain so's I can collect from your insurance companly."
"You're insane if you think I'm going to clear you with the insurance company," Loretta gasped.
"Honey, ah thought you'd learned your mouth was good fer only one thing. Seems I cain't fuck you, after all. Ah was figgerin' on fuckin' you and fingerin' your ass all at once, but that would give you too much pleasure. So now we'll just finish up the way we started, without givin' you no pleasure."
He knelt again, pinched her nostrils, and when she opened her mouth, he rammed his cock down her throat. She swallowed the length of flesh tube with more ease now, and was aware of the shuddering in the man's thighs. His orgasm was nearby, and she knew he was going to shoot down her throat, making her swallow his seed.
The thought of drinking a man's semen was almost more than the lovely brunette was able to withstand. It overpowered the more pleasant, meaty taste of his penis and she wasn't sucking quite as lustily as before. The man's weighty testicles were now swinging loosely in their container of wrinkled flesh, beating rhythmically against the underside of her chin until her mouth once again proceeded to strongly suck. He shoved his cock all the way down and yelled, "Yhar it comes, baby! YAAAA AGGGGG HHHH ... GGGG GGGGHHHHHH AAAAANNNNNNG GGGGGG-HHHHAA ... RRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHAAA-UUUUWW WWWWAAAA NNNNNNNGGGGH-HHHAAGGHHH!"
He fired into her mouth with the power of his magnum, his cock unleashing torrent after torrent of heavy fluid. The penis exploded long and loud, and Loretta swallowed.
Once again Loretta was pleasantly surprised. What she had expected to be an unpleasant taste turned out to be a very pleasant taste, and she hungrily swallowed the seminal flow, ingesting all the protein. The man gasped and grunted as he continued unleashing his pent-up seed down her gullet. Little by little the huge, rigid pole of flesh began relaxing inside her mouth. Soon it hung limpy, held there solely by the grip of her soft lips.
J.C. pulled it out again, and when fresh air hit her gullet, Loretta felt dizzy and a little ill that she had condescended to do something like this. The thought that she had so easily accepted fellatio made her want to wretch. But she knew her doing so might trigger some sadistic instinct in this crazy man, and he might do something even more terrible.
The man was sitting back between her thighs, pushing her dress up again so he was able to see she wore no undies. She noticed, feeling very uncomfortable, the man still held the huge revolver in his hand, letting it dangle lazily by the trigger guard.
"Are you finished?" she asked.
"Ah been thinkin', " he told her. "Ah've been actin' kinda selfish, after all. Ah mean, really, ah oughtta do somethin' to make you come, since you was good enough to swallow my jiss."
Loretta stared at the man. She wondered just what was going on in his crazy mind.
J.C. whirled his pistol around his forefinger expertly, grinning at her with a wide-split face. "Ah'm gonna give you the fuck of a lifetime, honey," he said still smiling. "My li'l ol' gun here, well it's a virgin. Ah think it's time he knew what it was like to lose thet there virginity, so ah'm gonna let mah gun fuck you. Now you jest lay bad: and relax, lady."
"You're crazy!" she screamed.
"Ah don' like for no one to say things like thet, honey. Now lie back and stretch them there thighs."
Terrified, Loretta obeyed as the man grabbed his gun by its grip, sliding his trigger finger into place with a loving, caressingly smooth motion. He waved the muzzle of the gun very laconically, lazily, letting the hammer slide back with his thumb, then letting it ease forward again until the beautiful Loretta thought she would shriek with the horrifying suspense. She didn't know whether or not he actually intended firing the gun once he shoved it into her, and at one point would have welcomed the roaring blast as a relief from all this tense waiting.
The heavily stomached man leaned forward, pushing the long barrel of his pistol ahead of him as he lowered its sights until the metal muzzle was tickling the light, sparse pubic hairs surrounding her tan-taliziging pussy. She was up on her elbows, watching in horror as he shoved her dress higher so she was able to get a better view and then he cocked the hammer and began to slide the cylinder of steel into her. Her vaginal muscles felt the rasping edge of the front sight as it scraped her upper wall, touching her pussy roof with an iciness that made her shudder. Little by little the spring-steel tenseness of the unyielding metal slid deeper and deeper toward her cervix. J.C. began wiggling the gun barrel a little, grinning as his thumb remained resting on the hammer. He took his finger off the trigger and tugged the hammer back, then applied pressure to the trigger and allowed hs thumb to ease the hammer forward. Once again he tugged the hammer back until it clicked into its cocked position. The front sight kept digging into her upper vaginal flesh, and fear so permeated her helpless body, Loretta was certain she would faint. Yet the movement of the pistol made her vaginal fluids well up within her, flooding around the hard steel barrel of the magnum as it continued to evilly taunt and tantalize her obscenely, a death instrument posing as the fountain of life. If this "penis" ejaculated, it wasn't the beginning of another life, but the end of her own.
"Come on, honey, admit it," J.C. taunted. "This feels good, don't it? Mah gun, it has one helluva lot more stayin' power than other cocks, right?" the man all but giggled, enjoying the perfect blanched complexion of the helpless woman. He loved seeing the whiteness of her eyes as she stared with a mixture of panic and horrified dread.
Loretta wanted to shriek, to scream, to beg, to plead with the man, to do anything he wanted to either make him remove the gun or pull the trigger and end her misery. This was becoming much too much for her. Still, it was her instinct for survival that finally took control of her. She forced herself to smile at the horrible bulky man, a desperate smile, humoring him as he shoved the gun as far in as the barrel would allow. She prayed fervently that the man had enough self-control to keep the gun from accidentally going off, knowing by now that if he really meant to kill her, he would do so no matter how much she begged. If he did fire, it would all be over in an instant. She probably would never really know what happened to her.
The continuing presence of the metal barrel within her, now warmed by the pressuring walls of her sopping cunt, was having a maddening effect despite the desperate terror which seemingly overshadowed all else. The movement of the barrel did indeed remind her of the way Reverend Frank had fucked her, and as time passed she found her hips rising automatically, almost coaxingly against the pressure of the gun. The man's eyes widened in surprise, and with a wide grin he began thrusting the magnum even more deeply as Loretta found herself undulating around it.
The helpless, lovely brown-haired woman surrendered herself totally to the obscene passion she was starting to feel, burying the thought of the instant death that would spurt forth from the gun at any moment. J.C. slid the barrel of the pistol part of the way out of her, then once again thrust it in again, guffawing loudjy at the thought that he would really have to give that gun a cleaning a little later on. Lowering the hammer, he nervously slipped his finger out of the trigger guard, watching the way the lovely woman was madly thrashing and bouncing up and down, her buttocks slamming uncontrollably against the floor.
Her thighs clamped tightly around his hand as if trying to force the gun even more deeply into her.
For the moment Loretta had lost her fear, no longer thinking it was a gun sending such Shockwaves of utter pleasure cascading madly through her helpless body. She cared about nothing at this point other than total desire. Thoughts of how horribly this man was using her were no longer in her mind, nor did he think about the terrible way she was being abused by Jerry Doan. All she knew about was the swelling passion building in the depths of her quivering belly, growing ever larger, growing until the sensation made her think her cunt was capable of encompassing every penis in the world and still not be contented. The steel penis rubbed and scraped the sides of her vagina. Her mind willed it to grow larger, not realizing, bound as she was in her passion, that it was impossible.
Loretta continued moaning and writhing, pressing her thighs all the more tightly around the man's hand, digging her sandaled heels into the carpet beneath her. J.C. noted with some surprise that the lovely woman was gripping her own breasts, kneading them through her dress, her fingernails digging into the material, leaving little cuts in the polyester. With one hand she reached down, tugged up her dress and began rubbing the flat of her stomach as the other continued its rough treatment of her breasts. Then the hand on her belly slid down to her clenched thighs and with her forefinger she began fondling her clitoris above the gun barrel. Loretta was now babbling, her mind out-of-control for the moment, muttering, "Yessss ... aaaannnnnhhhh ... that's good ... really good...." as if speaking to the gun rather than to J.C. himself.
Her climax was slow but certain as it approached, and the man watched with mounting fear as the lovely woman's beautiful face seemingly melted into the uncontrolled expression of complete bitch-heat, willing the orgasm to take place with all her being, relishing the pain and pleasure caused by the solid steel shaft inside her, capped as it was by that steel front sicht which rose like a shark's fin and scratched and all but cut into her, causing unbearable sensations of total ecstasy.
She was now on the verge of climax, and her wildly thrashing body sent a bolt of fear through the security man. Her belly was driving solidly against the cold steel, and her cunt was leaking, the fluid saturating the man's hand around the gun handle. She shuddered back and forth, and each time she pushed forward, she slammed her crotch so solidly against the gun, the man's thdmb unwittingly touched her clitoris, and this caused her fulfillment to heighten even more. She trilled out her delightful happiness with maddening abandon, a wild, rutting alleycat enjoying everything now.
"HHHHAAAA IIIIIIYYYYYY EEEEEAAAAA GGGGHHHHAAAANNNN GGGGHHHH ... AAAAYYYTAAAAIIII ... AAAAGGGGHHHH-UUUUNNNN ... GGGGHHHHAAAAGGGG-HHHH!"
Then she collapsed, panting, totally wrung out, as if two great hands had gripped her body and had squeezed in opposite directions. She was shaken, and every bone rattled in her quaking body. It took a long time for her to settle back to the floor, and when she did, she realized J.C. was hurriedly dressing.
"Now you remember," he said, waving the gun at her. "You tell your folks ah'm in pain, y'all hear." Then he ran out, more frightened now than she had been been, initially.
The man had not only proved himself to be in perfect health, but he had committed a felony. Not only wouldn't the insurance company have to pay off, but the man would end up in prison for a long time.