Chapter 1
No one has ever found out whether Fate is male or female. Whatever its gentler, it's capricious. At times, Fate is a benevolent benefactor. On other occasions, Fate becomes a practical joker.
It played a cruel joke on Rita Miller. Her father had a small pet shop in Thaxton, Pennsylvania. When she was twenty, her parents had an auto accident. Mr. Miller was killed. Mrs. Miller was left a helpless invalid. Rita was left with the burden of running a store and taking care of her mother. Six years later, Rita was still on the same treadmill.
The responsibilities of making a living for her mother and herself left Rita with little time for anything else.
Now, at twenty-six, Rita had blossomed into a beautiful auburned hair woman. She was five-four in height, a hundred and fifteen pounds with the weight well distributed. Her figure invited long looks of lustful approval. Large hemispherical tits strained behind the conservative clothing she wore.
The accident had interrupted her college career. Rita enjoyed an affair with a senior to the point of sacrificing her virginity for the cause of love. She wanted him to marry her and help with the store. He was interested in teaching philosophy. The romance ended-and Rita became a disillusioned spinster. Her only interest was the store and her mother now.
There were moments, lying awake in bed, when Rita reflected on her college days. Visions of the past romantic interludes filled her mind. She could see her naked form alongside her lover. Rita relived the moments of passion as they embraced, his hot hands touching her erogenous flesh.
He was inside of her, his hard prick moving in strong coital thrusts. She responded with her movements, groaning in rapturous sighs. How exciting it was!
When these moments occurred, she tried to shake the thoughts from her mind. Her body would tremble in frustrated agitation. A cold sweat would bathe her body. She concentrated on forcing the lascivious memories from her thoughts. During these times, her sleep was troubled.
Her business required her efforts now. There was no time for pursuing a romantic affair. Business had slowed a little which necessitated Rita making additional improvements.
Aside from the tank of tropical fishes, some canaries, a parakeet, and an occasional puppy or kitten, Rita sold mostly pet supplies and sundries. In order to increase sales, Rita had a small wing added for boarding dogs and cats for some of her clients. She also hired a high school senior, Bud Ross, to take care of dog grooming. He worked from five to seven-thirty during the week and Saturdays.
Bud was nine years her junior. He was an average teen-ager with blonde hair. He was interested in becoming a veternarian. Bud was quiet, polite, and enjoyed grooming the dogs brought to the store. His work was good and it helped to supplement the store's income. While Rita was unable to pay him much, the tips he received helped to compensate for the small pay she gave him.
Rita opened the store at ten every day except Friday and Saturday. Those days, she opened at nine.
It was a Wednesday afternoon when Karl Bollard came in with his two Great Danes. She knew him as a customer. Most of the time, he brought his two dogs into the store. Rita disliked large dogs. They made her nervous. She watched the dogs as they licked their loose jowls with the saliva dripping from the sides of their mouths.
She frowned as their spittle dripped onto the floor. The dogs seemed to sense her hostility. They growled in a low threatening rumble.
"Please, sir!" she said, "Keep your animals under control. They seem a little unfriendly."
He laughed. "Don't worry! They'll behave. For a pet store owner, you don't seem to have a rapport with animals. Animals can smell hostility!"
Her face flushed with irritation. "I don't have any problems with the other dogs that come in here. Besides, I dislike having large animals such as yours salivating all over my floor."
The dogs' growls grew louder and they began to bark.
"Shut up!" Karl ordered. He turned to Rita. "They were annoyed at the way you spoke to me. It's bad enough that you don't like them! They take a dim view of anyone that doesn't treat me nice."
Rita bit her lip, trying to control her temper. She forced a smile. "Good! Then would you be good enough to take your dogs and your business elsewhere. I would appreciate avoiding these unnecessary confrontations."
He kept his ground and stared at her. His eyes swept over her frame in lustful contemplation.
Rita's skin crawled and she shivered. She didn't like the manner in which he looked at her. A small knot of apprehension twisted inside her stomach. She was hoping this matter would resolve itself without any problems.
"It's a shame a good looking head like you isn't married," Karl observed.
Her face turned a faint red. "I think you're going too far, sir!" Annoyance tinged her speech. "I think you better leave now with your dogs before I call the police!"
The dogs began to growl and bark again. He laughed at her frightened reactions.
"If I turned my dogs loose, they'd eat you up before you got a chance to dial the operator," he told her. "You know what your trouble is? You need a good piece of ass!"
She moved towards the phone. Her body shook in anger. "You're getting obscene. Now, get out!" she shouted.
He released the leashes he held. "Hold!" he commanded. The dogs moved forward as though they were attacking. They moved close to Rita, looking up at her, growling and barking.
She screamed in panic. "Stop them, stop them!" she yelled at Karl. The dogs barked louder.
"Down!" he ordered. The dogs lay down, continuing to stare at her. They seemed to be waiting for her to be fed to them. Their eyes were riveted to her.
Rita stood trembling from the harrowing experience. "Please, please! Just take your dogs and leave. I won't even press charges."
He laughed. She detected a cruel malevolence in the tone. A crazy thought ran through her mind. She tried to push it out of her head. This couldn't happen!
"Your name is Rita, isn't it?" he asked. She nodded dumbly. "Tell you what, Rita! I'm going to lock the door and put the closed sign up. That's so no one will disturb us! Then you and I are going to go in the back and have a little fun. How would you like that?" he asked.
She shook her head in quick jerks. "No, no!" she wailed, her voice rising to a hysterical pitch. "Please, please! You can have anything you want! Money, merchandise! I'll even apologize! Whatever you want! Don't do anything to me!" she sobbed.
His laughter made her cringe with fear. She knew she couldn't dissuade him. Karl was locking the door and placing the closed sign up. He turned and came back to her.
"Let's go!" he ordered. "Or I let my dogs play with you!"
She moved into the small backroom. Karl picked up several chain and leather leashes. The dogs remained outside of the curtained off room.
"Take off your clothes!" he told her.
Rita started to cry and plead. "Please, don't do this! You don't know what you're doing! This is wrong, wrong!"
Karl licked his lips. "Listen, baby! There's nothing wrong with fucking you! You got three minutes to get them clothes off or my dogs will help you undress!" he threatened.
She began to undress, crying in hysterical sobs. He watched as she unzipped the back of her dress and pulled it over her head. All she wore underneath the dress was a bra and pantyhose.
Rita reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. The twin white gourds studded with coral swung free. He gazed at the large rounded swells protruding from her chest. What a pair of headlights, he thought! His tongue flicked and licked the lips in anticipation.
Her hands dipped inside the elastic waistband of the pantyhose. She pulled the material down with unintentional deliberateness. Her thought was to delay this humiliating episode. Instead, the slow disrobing was a sensual display.
With the pantyhose removed, Rita placed an arm between her thighs to hide the furrowed dark bush. Her other hand tried to shield the sight of her tits.
"Put those damn hands down!" Karl snarled. "I wanna see what you're hiding!"
She placed her hands at her side. Her face was down cast to avoid looking at him. This act made her ashamed for revealing her naked form to him.
Karl continued to gaze at her body. It was white and pure, ripe and luscious, ready for plucking. Rita had large succulent tits. She had a narrow waist with flared hips and shapely legs. Between her thighs, hidden behind a furry camouflage, was a thrilling erogenous recess.
He grasped a tit and squeezed it. The soft spongy flesh yielded to his squeeze. Rita stiffened at the touch, refusing to mentally submit to this degradation. His lips closed over the large pink areola. She felt his mouth sucking her nipple, his tongue licking the venereal node.
Karl pushed a finger into her cunt, teasing the folds of reddened flesh. In spite of her determination to resist, Rita found his carnal efforts stimulating her.
His probing digit in her cunt stirred up old responses. The walls of her twat began to sweat, oozing out the pre-coital juices. She groaned, half in sexual anguish. Rita tried to hold back the impulse to react to the stimulation. The oral teasing of her tit sent little currents of erotic pulsations through her nervous system.
The combined lascivious tantalizing continued to arouse her. She tried to concentrate on fighting her desire to submit to the licentious stimulation. In an effort to appease her conscience, she reached out and pulled Karl's hand away from her pussy.
"Please, no more! Have pity! It's wrong!" she begged.
"I can see you're going to give me a little trouble! Okay! We'll do it the hard way!" he declared.
Karl took a straight back chair and turned it over on the floor. He ordered Rita to kneel against the chair. With the leashes, he fastened her hands to the upright legs. Several leashes were used to wrap about her body, tying her to the back of the chair. She was helpless now! Kneeling, bound facing the chair, Rita was vulnerable to almost any kind of attack he wanted to inflict upon her.
Karl stepped out of the room for a brief moment. He returned with a rubber ball and forced it between Rita's lips. His handkerchief fastened about it kept it firmly in place.
She twisted her head in frantic jerks trying to dislodge the ball. Her tongue tried to force it out. None of her attempts were successful. Karl's makeshift gag was a good one!
"I like quiet when I work," he explained as he undressed. "You make a lot of noise and cry too much. This way, I can enjoy myself without any disruptions."
Rita made an attempt to answer him but the words were lost in a muffled sound. Why was he doing this to her? She couldn't understand this cruel subjugation. Her only hope was that he wouldn't hurt her too much.
She had given herself freely to a lover and enjoyed the beautiful moment. This was something else! His attack on her was criminal and disgusting.
Karl knelt behind her. His hard stiff prick nestled in the crack of her ass. Her eyes widened in fright at the thought of him fucking her ass. Instead, he reached around her, cupping her tits in his palms and fondling the boobs. He kept rubbing his cock into her ass.
After playing with her tits for several minutes, Karl abandoned them for more erotic diversions. He moved alongside of her. One hand moved into her twat. A finger was inserted into her tight sepia asshole. Her body jerked at the unfamiliar implantation in her rectum.
The exploring digit pressed deep into the recesses of her asshole Inside her quim, a finger frigged the damp flesh. She felt both fingers frigging her holes. The finger in her cunt was tolerable. It was a fleshy spatula stirring up erotic emotions in her loins.
The finger in her ass evoked different sensations.
Karl had failed to use some kind of lubricant. Her anal canal was treated to a rough insertion. She felt the friction of his scraping finger rubbing the tender muscles of her rectal sheath. The sensation bothered her. Yet, Rita detected an undercurrent of voluptuous eroticism in the contact.
Karl shifted to her clitoris. She jerked her hips in reflex action at his touch. He mauled and massaged the tiny piece of rubbery flesh. Her eyes were shut tight, trying to shut out the exciting massage. Thrilling lances stabbed her spine, sending ecstatic slivers into her quim.
Rita sucked her breath in, in a rapturous hiss. She didn't want to believe this manual teasing was arousing her. Her objective was to resist in spite of the erotic arousal. It was a grudging surrender.
When she thought she would succumb, the frigging stopped. Karl removed his fingers. He shifted her hips, positioning himself for a rear entry into her snatch. His fingers parted her damp cunt lips. He guided his cockhead past the sentient labium.
Karl's prick pressed into the vestibule of her vagina. The loss of her virginity did not negate a tightness in her cuntal sphincter. Her twat was tight from lack of use. His cock passed into the constricted confines of her quim.
Rita was aware of the pressure. There was no pain. Only the stress on unused muscles yielding to the penile penetration of her cunt. She shuddered in remembered rapture of the past. How wonderful a cock felt imbedded within the shelter of her vaginal vault! The contact evoked beautiful memories and she surrendered to the lascivious voluptuousness.
The stiff bony flesh moved back and forth in coital thrusts. Rita's tense body relaxed to enjoy the erotic friction of cock scraping cuntal flesh. OH! she sighed in silent appreciation. That cock feels so good! Damn that bastard! Why did he have to rape me? Even Bud Ross would be nice to fuck around with! I bet that kid could give me a good humping! I can't help it! That cock pumping inside of me brings back so many wonderful memories! I love it, I love it!
Karl grabbed her tits, anchoring himself to her body. His prick continued to shuttle in and out of her twat in measured tempo. Rita found herself rocking on her knees, moving her cunt in tandem with his strokes.
Her hips undulated in little rotating movements. She grounded her cunt into his pis toning dick. The sensuous gyrations elicited stronger venereal passions.
This manner of fucking wasn't familiar to Rita. She knew there were many varied positions, including a variation of this one. At this stage, it didn't matter which way they did it! Her pelvis twisted and writhed in lustful play.
Karl received her silent message. He moved his cock faster, ramming it into her snatch with deeper thrusts. The walls of her cunt felt the strong penile pounding. She caught the sound of his rasping grunts from his exerted efforts. Her increased coital cadence matched his.
A strange exhilaration filled Rita. Being fucked excited her! Her pulse rate increased and her breathing grew more rapid. There was a faint churning in the pit of her stomach, spreading down to her snatch. She had known this violent throb in the past. It wasn't as powerful now but it was present.
Rita wanted to cry out in passionate response. The gag in her mouth prevented any outcry. Her jaw muscles were aching from the imposed strain.
While she couldn't give vocal approval of Karl's work, there was enough movement in her hips. Rita's physical demonstration of her aroused erotic state wasn't missed by him. He continued to drive his hard-on into her sweating quim.
His prick made a final stab, impaling her pussy on his fleshy sword. The stong penile contractions sent his hot come spurting into her cuntal foundation. Thick dollops of the glutinous fluid spattered on the vaginal walls. Each spurt striking her cuntal flesh sent thrilling shivers up her spine.
He pulled his cock out. She knew his hard-on had lost its rigidity. Her sensitive twat detected the shrinking phenomenon that accompanied the completed male orgasm. Some of his come dribbled out of her damp twat.
"That was real good, wasn't it?" he asked.-"I bet you loved having a cock in you! Boy, you have a tight cunt! I know you ain't cherry but it sure feels like it! Betcha haven't tasted cock in a long time!"
Rita mumbled a reply through the gag. The muffled sounds couldn't be understood.
"You liked it, huh? You want more, huh?" Karl made up his own interpretation.
He tilted the chair from its inverted position to on its edge. The back was parallel to the floor now, resting on its edge and two legs. This brought Rita from a kneeling position to a crouch.
Karl ran his hand over the soft curved flesh of her buttocks. "That's a nice ass you have, Rita! I'll bet it's just as tight ?s your cunt! Well, we'll get around to finding out. Not today, though, so relax!"
His remarks caused her consternation. She didn't mind being fucked in the cunt, but the ass! The thought alone sent shivers of dread through her.
Having her ass fondled wasn't bad. Although, she wished he would leave her!
He continued his one-sided conversation with her. "You and me are gonna have a lotta good times together. But I don't want to keep threatening you with my dogs! I want you to lay down and spread those legs open when I tell you to! Understand?"
She bobbed her head in frantic agreement. "Good!" he replied. "And just to show you I mean business...!"
His sentence was finished with a hard slap on the bared flesh of her asscheeks. SMACKK! Rita heard and felt the force of the blow. She rocked on the precariously balanced chair. Karl caught the chair to hold it steady.
Her buttocks stung from the force of the slap. She couldn't recall ever being spanked. There was no mistaking the accompanying pain. The chords in her neck stood out in strained relief as she cried out. Wild sounds came through her gag.
SMACKK! He struck her again, harder. Rita thought her ass was on fire! A thousand burning needles seemed to be pricking her skin. Tears welled up in her eyes.
Oh, Jesus, this man is an animal! she thought. He's a sadistic bastard! He's going to kill me!
He only struck her twice and stopped. "That's just a sample of what you can expect if you don't do as I tell you," Karl warned. "Hey! That ass of yours has a nice healthy color now! You got rosy cheeks! Too bad it's September and not December! Ha-Ha!" There was cruelty in the sound of his laughter.
His face moved close to hers. She stared into his large florid face with its small piercing eyes.
"I'm going to remove the gag on two conditions," he offered. "The first one is that you don't scream! The second condition is that you will do whatever I tell you. Otherwise, I'm going to leave you like this and walk out of here. Do you agree to do what I told you?"
Rita's head bobbed in spirited animation. Anything was better than having a horrible gag in the mouth! The chair was proving to be uncomfortable. She was ready to endure any kind of further degradation to secure her release from the unpleasant position she was in.
He removed the gag. "Will you untie me, please?" she asked. Her mouth felt dry.
Karl unfastened the leashes tied about her arms and body. He helped her up from the chair. "Are you finished with me?" she asked. She tried to sound indifferent. There was a trace of impatience in her voice.
"Not yet!" he replies. "Get down on your knees in front of me!" he ordered.
She wondered what other indignities he had planned for her. He held his flaccid dick by the root and shook it at her.
"Suck me off!" he demanded.
Kneeling in front of him, Rita was startled by his command. The thought of sucking a man's penis, or even a boy's penis, was nauseating. A cock, to her, had three uses. To urinate with, to procreate, and for pleasure in straight fucking or self-abuse. She abhorred the idea of cocksucking.
Putting a prick in her mouth repulsed her. Yet, Karl stood glaring down at her, demanding satisfaction.
"I ... I ... don't know how ... how to suck a cock off!" she pleaded ignorance. Perhaps he would defer the act! It was a desperate excuse in an attempt to gain release from the act.
"It looks like you and I are going to have a lot of fun doing these things together," he answered. "Yeh, I guess you never gave head! Well, let's say I'm going to give you a little taste of what it's like!" He paused and guffawed. "Hey, that's a funny line! I'm gonna give you a little taste of what cocksucking is like! Ha-Ha!"
Rita managed a slight grimace. It wasn't bad enough to be raped and subjected to these sexual indignities; her tormentor had to indulge in corny gag lines. What made it worse was he thought it was funny and expected her to laugh!
"What ... what do I have to do?" Rita asked, knowing his cock would be in her mouth soon.
"Just for now, hold my prick near the balls and stick it in your mouth and lick on it like it was a licorice stick!" he instructed her.
Her face screwed up in a grimace of revulsion. She held his cock at the base of the shaft. The head of his prick peeled out from the cowl of his foreskin. While she held his dick in her hand, the semi-flaccid flesh grew into a hard stiff shaft.
The residue of their mutual come had dried on his cock. Rita shuddered as she brought the hard-on to her lips and absorbed it. She was surprised that there wasn't any unpleasant taste.
The absorbed cock remained in the warm comfort of her oral cavity. Her tongue brushed along the shaft in strong licking strokes. The velvety oral spatula swept over the bullet-nosed cockhead.
"Keep licking like that! That's not bad for a dame that's never sucked cock!" Karl told her.
She was hoping he wouldn't come while she was licking his dick. During her college days, Rita heard a few girls discussing their experience with cocksucking. None of the girls liked it. They all made negative comments about it. The sudden ejaculation of come made them gag and choke.
"Okay, that's enough!" Karl stopped her ordeal. "You can finish the job by jerking me off!"
Rita was thankful for the respite. She curled her fingers about the rock hard shaft, slick with her saliva. Her fist slid up and down along his cock. The heat from his hot flesh warmed her palm along with the friction of her pistoning hand. Jerking Karl off brought back memories of her college days when she fondled her lover's prick.
Karl humped his hips as he fucked her fist. Any moment, she expected his sperm to come shooting out.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" he announced. "Quick! Catch my come in your hands!" he urged in a frantic command.
She capped his cockhead with a palm. The paroxysms began and the sticky white jism filled her hand. Her palm felt the throbbing release of his come. First, the strong pulsations followed by the gradual lessening of the emissions.
Rita drew her hand away and studied the small pool of white viscous fluid.
"Taste it!" Karl ordered.
She shuddered at the command, her face twisted by revulsion at the sight. He reached down and pushed her hand against her mouth. "Lick it up!" he demanded.
Rita had no other choice. Her tongue flicked out and lapped at the come. She didn't expect to find the creamy liquid palatable. It tasted like sweetened bleach with the consistency of a bisque. Rita managed to ingest all of his come. He watched her with a big grin on his face.
"See! I told you it wasn't bad! Now you keep that cunt of yours under wraps. I'll be back to give it another workout," he told her. "Look how nice we got along! All it takes is a little co-operation. So long for now!"
He dressed and left her naked, still kneeling on the floor. She heard him call to his dogs and leave the shop.
"Dirty bastard!" she swore. "I'll see you in hell before I let you touch me again!"
She felt dirty and defiled. During her sexual abuse, Rita didn't realize the possible consequences of the act. It dawned upon her that Karl may have impregnated her. The last thing she wanted was to become pregnant.
Glancing at her watch, Rita saw it was a little past three. Time enough to go home and take a quick bath and a douche. Bud Ross wouldn't show up until five-thirty.
Rita dressed in a hurry. Leaving off her bra and pantyhose, she slipped into the dress. She rushed out of the store, locked up, and drove home.
While a hot tub ran, Rita douched herself, hoping her efforts would prevent pregnancy. Her mother queried her about her early return. Rita lied claiming an inadvertent accident at the store, a spill of some toxic fluid on her body. She took great pains in washing herself to remove the vile filth. Karl had contaminated her and she wanted to remove all vestiges of it.
Towelling herself dry, Rita looked at her watch. There was still time to get back to the store before Bud showed up. At the store, she would call the police and file a complaint against her attacker. She didn't want it to happen again. That sonovabitch was so smug about it! He promised he would be back to do it again!
Not if she could help it! She'd fix his ass! Once he was arrested and tried, he wouldn't be bothering anyone again. She was going to enjoy swearing out a complaint. Most women were reluctant to press rape charges. Rita wasn't too happy about it either but this Karl Bollard had to be put in his place. He couldn't go around intimidating women with his dogs.
That was another reason she wanted to press charges. She didn't like his damned dogs!