Chapter 2
Rita had enough time to stop at the police station before re-opening the store. The sex education she received at Bollard's hands was minimal by comparison to the enlightenment obtained at the police station.
The detective who took her description was polite, almost to the point of being patronizing. His questions were very personal. Several times, Rita lost her temper. It seemed as though the victim was the criminal. Some of the questions sounded as though Bollard had been enticed and that Rita was a wanton slut.
by the time she was finished, Rita found out there was nothing that could be done to Bollard. There were no witnesses! Rita delayed in making a complaint! She removed evidence of penetration by douching! The detective cited a list of reasons why her case was a hopeless one. She was ready to swear the detective leered at her during her recital of the intimate details. More than likely, she would be accused of being paranoid for such an accusation!
She left the station, infuriated by a seeming indifference to her complaint. The fact Karl Bollard could get away with her rape angered her. Rita contemplated getting a spray bomb of mace. A few squirts at his awesome dogs would immobilize them. After that, she could take on Karl!
It seemed so simple! Thinking about it made her shake in angry agitation. Nervous tension built up inside of her. At the store, she had difficulty in unlocking the door.
Bud Ross showed up and received a surly welcome. Discerning his employer's frame of mind, he tried to avoid her as much as possible.
At closing time, Rita realized her ill treatment of her young assistant. She made a mental note to apologize to him the following day.
Rita opened the store Thursday morning with some trepidation. She expected Karl to return and rape her again. Her fears were unfounded. He didn't show up that day or for several days later. She attributed this to possible fear of being arrested. Rita hoped she had seen the last of him.
On Tuesday afternoon, the following week, Karl made his appearance with his two dogs. As soon as she saw them enter, she reached for the phone.
"Forget it, Rita! My dogs will tear you apart before you dial operator!" he advised her. "Hold!" he ordered, releasing the dogs. They bounded forward, barking and growling. Rita hung up the receiver.
"Call them off, call them off!" she begged him in a rising hysterical voice.
"Back!" he commanded and the dogs returned to him. Karl locked the door and placed the closed sign up.
"Shall we adjourn to the back room, Rita?" he invited. "I want to get something straight between us! Do you get it? Something straight between us! Like my hard-on!"
She moved into the back room and began to undress. Rita anticipated his demand. He was right behind her, removing his clothes.
"Got any vaseline here?" he asked.
"In the bathroom," she answered.
Rita didn't have to ask him what he wanted with the lubricant. This time he was going to violate her virgin asshole. She trembled, contemplating the impending attack.
"Please, don't do it, Mr. Bollard!" she pleaded.
A lewd leer split his lips. "Do what, Rita?"
"You know! What you're going to do with the vaseline!"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" he answered. "Tell me exactly what you don't want me to do!"
She detested this obscene man. He was degrading her further by making her refer to his humiliating acts.
"Don't ... don't do anything to my ... my rectum!" she replied.
"You mean you don't want me to fuck you in the ass?" he asked. She nodded. "Then say it!" he ordered.
It was pointless to argue with him. Rita didn't want to repeat the disgusting words. She knew he wasn't going to drop the matter until she told him what he wanted to hear. Her repeating the words acted as some kind of an aphrodisiac for him.
"Please, don't ... f-fuck my ... my ... ass!" she said in a halting voice.
"See! That didn't hurt saying it! It won't hurt you when I do it either!" he said. "Turn around and bend over!"
Rita obeyed him, aware there was little else to do at this moment. He pushed a rough finger into her asshole. It had a heavy coat of vaseline on it. The lubricant helped to ease the digital penetration. His tactile probing wasn't too uncomfortable. There was a certain soothing erotic quality to the anal massage.
He removed his finger. Rita's body tensed, anticipating the digital replacement.
His cockhead fitted to her greased sphincter. The velvety nose of his fleshy torpedo sank into her anal canal. The stiff fleshy shaft penetrated past the reluctantly yielding anal lips.
She opened her mouth, emitting a low groan of anguish. There wasn't much pain to the violation of her asshole. Her reaction was for the pressure on the anal muscles. The spincter had the elasticity to accept the thick insertion. It was the stretching of the sphincter that caused Rita to cry out.
Karl's prick pushed its way deep into her ass. The unfamiliar impaction was uncomfortable. "Take it out, take it out!" anxiety tinged her urgent request. "I have to move my bowels!"
He laughed. "Don't worry, you won't. It's just a temporary feeling. Once you get used to my cock in your ass, it will go away!"
You're a fucken animal! she swore a silent curse. Rita berated herself for using such language. She was no better than he for using such words.
Karl pressed his groin into the pads of her ass. The stiff wiry pubic hairs scraped her tender ass flesh. He grasped her hips and pulled her buttocks closer to him. His bony cock pressed into the recesses of her hole.
He wriggled his hips, moving his prick inside the tight confines of her rectum. The sensitive rectal muscles were treated to mild erogenous pressures. She found the sensation of moving her bowels had disappeared.
Karl started to shuttle his cock back and forth. He used a slow steady rhythm, moving his prick out in a partial withdrawal. Then sending it back with a quick hard shove. Back and forth he moved at the same steady pace.
Rita remained motionless like a docile cow being milked. She felt no erotic response to his sexual assault. For a brief moment during their initial meeting, there was some lascivious arousal. Being raped repulsed her and the attack on her ass heightened her dislike for the act.
Her appeal to the police resulted in a gloomy picture. She was ready to reconcile herself to a situation of constant intimidation by Bollard.
He continued to fuck her ass, maintaining a rhythmic coital cadence. His prick slithered back and forth. Her ass felt the friction of his scraping shaft. Karl's balls patted the inside of her thigh in gentle slaps. Rita was praying for him to shoot his load with the hope this would end today's ordeal.
She was aware of the increased tempo as Karl pistoned his cock. He was moving faster. Rasping grunts of exertion rumbled from his throat. Any moment, he would come! Her prayers were answered.
Karl made a final thrust in an attempt to bury his prick deeper into her asshole. His cock spasmed, sending jets of hot jism into her anal canal. He drew her buttocks closer to his groin in a tight weld. She felt his body tremble in lascivious convulsions as his orgasm emptied into her rectal sheath.
A sigh of ecstatic bliss from his hips. His cock remained imbedded in her ass as the final spasms died down. He removed his shrinking prick. It came out with a soft moist popping sound.
"Mmmmm!" he murmured in approval. "You have a nice tight asshole. That was a good fuck!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it!" Rita remarked drily. "Are you finished for the day?"
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you wanted to get rid of me!" Karl replied. "In fact, I get the impression you haven't been enjoying yourself. So, I'm going to make sure you enjoy yourself. Lay down on the floor!" he ordered.
She had sacked him off the first time. Now, her ass had been violated! Rita couldn't think of any other degrading acts.
He removed an object from a jacket pocket. Rita was unable to see the object he had. Karl straddled her hips, resting his ass on her stomach, his back to her. She was thankful he wasn't exerting his full weight upon her stomach.
"You're gonna get a big charge out of this!" he announced. "Ha-ha! It's gonna really shock you!"
She frowned at a probable gag of his. His back to her afforded Rita the opportunity to make faces at him without being seen.
He parted the lips of her cunt and inserted some kind of a phallic object. It was round and smooth, almost as thick as a real cock and about six or seven inches long. His broad back prevented her from seeing what he was doing.
Suddenly, a low humming sound filled the air. Inside the walls of her cunt, the gadget sprung into tantilizing animation.
Rita reasoned Karl had used some kind of vibrator on her. She felt the tingling vibrations digging into her cuntal flesh. The sensation was similar to the one she experienced whenever her foot or arm fell asleep. A thousand needles kept up a drilling tattoo. The prickling needles stimulated every nerve fiber in her body.
Goose bumps covered her flesh as her nervous system responded to this lascivious stimulation. This was the first time in her encounters with Karl that Rita found herself unable to restrain her emotions.
"Ohhh!" she murmured it aroused passion.
. Ohhherrr!"
"You like, huh?" Karl observed. "Live, honey, live!"
He began to rotate the phallus inside her cunt, twisting it in a slow grinding motion.
Rita squirmed her ass against the floor. She tried to push her cunt tighter against the erotic instrument.
Her pelvis shifted in simulated coital moves. The gadget in her twat was a tantilizing cock. She never experienced such deep voluptuous sensations. It was sweet agonizing torture and she loved it! In spite of the circumstances, she found it difficult to hold back her emotions.
His fingers fumbled in the folds of her venereal cowl. He captured her clitoris at the apex of the slit. Teasing fingers rubbed and mauled the tiny piece of sensitive flesh.
"Ohhh!" she groaned in rapturous bliss.
Karl pressed the tingling vibrator deeper into the folds of her quim. The erotic tingles flooded her pussy. In the restricted vaginal cavern, the vibrations had no out'et for release. The pulsating vibrations built up and diffused itself throughout her body.
Her body jerked and twitched in a delirium of passion.
"I love it, I love it!" she confessed in ecstatic gasps. "Oh, more, more!"
Rita clitoris continued to be mauled in a sensuous massage.
A soft hiss escaped her lips as she sucked in her breath at the exquisite erogenous sensation. "Hssss!" she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, savoring the piquant lascivious rapture.
Her pelvis shifted in a series of sinuous writhing and gyrations. She wanted this exquisite torture to stop. Yet, the voluptuous piquancy was too delicious to surrender. Low moans of ecstasy continued to pour from her lips.
A throbbing began in her loins. It expanded like an inflated balloon. She could feel the orgasm building up. Something she hadn't experienced for a long time. With explosive fury, the peak of the climax burst within her. Like a series of detonations, wave after wave of orgasms exploded. A tidal wave of come flushed into her vaginal throat.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she announced in an unashamed declaration. "Oh, this is crazy! It's pouring out of me like it won't stop! Oh, Oh! No more, no more!" she pleaded.
Her pelvis moved in frantic thrusts. She was seized in the throes of a violent orgasmic convulsion. Rita never conceived such erotic rapture could be achieved.
She was unabashed by her vocal and physical wanton demonstration. Rita was unconcerned about Karl's impressions about her display of ecstatic joy.
He removed the vibrator from her flooded cunt. Some of the come trickled out.
"You're a real hot bitch!" he told her. "A few more sessions and you'll be begging me to fuck you instead of me forcing you."
The heat of passion died down in her. Rita returned to a normal state. She realized her exhibition gave Karl the wrong impression. It proved she was a normal woman, capable of enjoying sexual pleasures. It didn't prove she enjoyed doing it with him!
"Well, say something!" he insisted.
"Why don't you go away and leave me alone!" she retorted.
"That's no way to talk!" he snapped. "You need a little more seasoning. I think you ought to suck me off again!"
He turned around and crouched over her, his aroused prick pointing at her face. She stared at the repugnant cock. It glistened from a mixture of vaseline, his come, and some fecal matter. Looking at it made her want to retch.
"How about cleaning off your penis before I take it into my mouth?" she asked. "If you don't want to bother, at least let me do it!"
"I think you want an excuse to play with my cock!" Karl answered. "If it's going to make you happy, go ahead!"
He stood up and followed her into the small bathroom. She took a washrag and soaked it. Reaching for his prick, she held it in one hand, rubbing the cloth over his hard-on with the other. Satisfied with the brief ablution, she knelt in front of him.
"Do you mind if I suck you off this way?" she asked. Rita wasn't too happy with the previous position. She had visions of Karl jamming his thick prick down her throat and choking her.
"Baby, I don't care if you suck me off standing on your head! Just so long as you do a good job!" he replied.
Her hand curled about the base of his stiff shaft. Guiding his prick to her hand, Rita passed it through her lips and closed down on it. She moved the hardened flesh in and out of her mouth in simulated coital movements. Her lips rolled back and forth over his hot meat.
She kept her rubbery lips compressed over his cock. Rita licked the shaft and crown of his dick. Her tongue brushed over it in strong tantilizing sweeps.
"You're improving, baby!" Karl praised her.
"You have a long way to go to be a good cocksucker! But you're improving! Keep sucking, baby!"
She continued the pumping of his prick into her mouth.
"Mmmmn!!" he murmured in approval. "Just a little bit more. I'm gonna come!"
He rocked his hips, thrusting his cock into her mouth in strong fucking pumps. Rita was unprepared for the spray of come that gushed into her mouth. The geysering jism struck the roof of her palate. She started to gag and cough. Her eyes teared as she rushed to the toilet bowl to spit out the residue of his come.
Karl guffawed at the way she reacted. "Like I said, baby, you need more practice! If you knew what you were doing, you could swallow that come without any problem!"
He moved into the other room to dress. She rinsed out her mouth to recover from the gagging and choking. Karl was dressed when she started to put her clothes on.
"One of these days, you have to come over to my house where we can be more comfortable," he suggested. "I'm looking forward to it. I'm sure you are too! Well, thanks for the entertainment. See you around!"
He whistled for his dogs and they left the store.
Rita debated about calling the police. Would they do anything this time? She doubted it! There were still no witnesses! Karl could claim she didn't resist, disclaiming any coercion on his part. After her initial session with the detective, Rita decided a second complaint following the first would invite dubious speculation.
The situation was deteriorating. Something had to be done! One of the first things was to get a prescription for contraceptive pills. Karl was going to fuck her cunt again in the future! She was lucky the first time! The next time might result in an unwanted predicament.
Pittsburgh was only twenty miles from Thaxton. She could drive to a doctor there for a prescription. Rita wanted to avoid anyone knowing about the pills. Buying them at a local drugstore would cause some raised eyebrows. It wouldn't look good either if she decided to persist in pressing rape charges against Karl.
In light of the unhealthy situation with Karl, Rita wanted to get away to think.
She detested thi-lecherous bastard who subjected her to carnal indignities. However, there was one brief moment where he had awakened a dormant passion. A slumbering libidinous inclination that had found sexual release! That moment was an ecstatic one! Rita wanted to relive it again but not with him.
The whole thing was crazy! For years, she was a celibate. Karl came into her life and stirred her up. She found herself confused by the conflicting sentiments. She hated Karl and his disgusting lust. Yet, Rita wanted to experience again the exquisite erotic ecstasy of an orgasm.
A few hours away from the store was in order. She had to get away to collect her thoughts. The trip to Pittsburgh was the right peremption. Once the problem with the pills was concluded, Rita could concentrate on the other aspects of this frustrating situation.
When Bud came into the store, Rita left him in charge. She told him she would back in time to close up. Ten minutes later, she was on her way to Pittsburgh.