Chapter 8
As soon as Kathy heard the ring that morning, she knew who it was. With a rising sense of excitement that she didn't really understand, she walked over to the phone and picked it up.
"Yes?" she said.
"Hello, Kathy," Merl said.
The rich masculine sound of her husband's boss' voice sent a sharp thrill running down her spine.
"Well?" she said, her own voice shrill and harsher than she'd intended.
"Today is the day, my dear. The day for our little party," he said, telling her what she'd already guessed. "Are you excited?"
"No!" she said, lying.
"Well, don't worry, my dear, we'll soon fix that. My friends and I are what you might call 'experts' at this sort of thing. We've never had an unsatisfied customer, yet, if you get my drift."
Kathy got his "drift," all right. She shivered, fighting down the feelings that were welling up within her now that the long awaited day of debauchery had finally arrived.
"Please come down to the office as quickly as you can, Kathy," he told her. "We'll all be waiting for you."
She started to protest that the office was hardly the proper place to hold an orgy, but he hung up on her before she could get the words out. She leaned back against the wall, holding the phone in her hand, her eyes half-shut dreamily. In her mind, the lewd and exciting photos in Paul's sex magazine were coming to life again...and again she was the center of attraction, the tempestuous blonde slut who greedily took all the hot cock she could get her hands, her lips, her pussy, even her anus on!
Those sexy pictures were still playing in her head as she parked the station wagon in the realty office lot. She was relieved to see that Paul's car wasn't there, that he must be out with a client, that he would be spared the awful humiliation of perhaps blundering into the scene of raging genital heat that was scheduled to take place in the very building where he worked.
Merl was not there to meet her at the door this time. She was forced to endure the shame of going up to the primly attractive, female receptionist and asking for the man who was to ravage her by name. The receptionist sneered at her contemptuously when she told her, her own name. Kathy was certain that the receptionist and everyone else in the office knew who she was and what she was there for.
The girl behind the desk buzzed Mr. Santiago's office and informed him in wickedly snotty tones that his "appointment" was here. She listened to what he had to say, then hung up. She told Kathy to go on down the hall, giving her a pained smile, then turning back to her crossword puzzle.
Kathy knew the way. She walked down the hall on feet that hardly seemed to touch the ground. Her heart was thumping painfully in her breast and her head seemed dangerously light. As she approached the door to Merl's office, she had a fleeting twinge of second thoughts. Perhaps she was only kidding herself that this was the only way to solve their problem. What she might be doing is only getting them in deeper! There was nothing stopping Merl from keeping her on a string forever, from holding his blackmail threat over head and making her do whatever he wanted for as long as she amused him. Could she hold up to that kind of physical and mental torture? Was she really that strong?
All of the doubts that had suddenly surfaced in her mind were for nothing. She watched in shock as the door to Merl's office opened of its own accord, as Merl, himself, stepped out into the hallway to greet her. He took her hand in his and she felt her knees go weak. There was no escape now!
"You look lovely, my dear," he said, patting her hand. "I hope my asking you to come this morning wasn't an imposition?"
Kathy knew what he was doing. He was toying with her, pretending that she had some say in what happened to her, to her body. His politeness was an obscene sham, a twist of the blade he had stabbed into her guts.
"I have been telling my friends all about you," he said, cheerfully. "They're very anxious to meet you, to get to know you, my dear."
Kathy could only stand so much.
"Stop it! Stop taunting me!" she said. "I'm here! I came, didn't I? I came to save my husband. What more do you want of me?"
"This way, my dear," he said, directing her not back into his office, but into his wife's, "and I'll show you."
Merl knocked on the door three times, then turned the knob, pushing it inward, then pushing Kathy through it. She could not stifle her gasp of astonishment when she saw what waited for her there. Four men! Four naked, hairy men! Four leering grins as their eyes crawled over the young supple flesh of her body! Four clenched fists pumping! Pumping up and down on four lust-thickened cocks, their swollen, blood-engorged heads lifted up to her in an obscene, wetly dripping salute!
As Kathy heard the door shut behind her, she felt suddenly faint. The air in the room was chokingly hot and full of the compost heap stench of raging male heat. She tried to look at the men's faces, but she couldn't focus on them. Her eyes kept returning as if drawn by some kind of sexual magnetism to those rigid poles of inflamed flesh, to the shiny, hair-fringed bags of their testicles, bags bloated and swollen with seething hot sperm.
"This, gentlemen," Merl said, as he undressed, "is Mrs. Weems."
"What a piece!" one of the men exclaimed appreciatively.
"Man, oh, man, this is going to be good!" said another, working his rigid rod so rapidly that the great bulbous head turned into a reddish blur.
"Is she as hot as she looks, Merl?" asked another, licking his lips in anticipation.
Merl grinned expansively. "I can assure you that this little lady is not going to let us down," he said, wrapping his own hand about his shriveled, flaccid cock and with a few expert pumps, bringing it to full, straining erection.
The lewd compliments went straight to poor Kathy's head. She swooned back against the edge of the desk, clutching at it for support. She felt a terror the likes of which she had never known before...a terror and a disturbing excitement that threatened to make her collapse.
"Let's help the lady off with her clothes!" a very thin, very virile looking man said.
Kathy felt them clustering around her, felt their hands lightly touching her blouse, her skirt, but when she tried to fend them off, when she reached out to push them away she suddenly found herself gripping the turgid stiffness of a hard cock. As she shoved the hot thing away from her, the men laughed.
"Very nice," one of them said, as her blouse came open, as it was slipped from over her shoulders.
There were staring at her bare breasts, ogling them and she could make no move to hide herself. It was all she could do to remain standing for the pounding in her chest and the sickening weakness in her knees.
Their hotly groping hands closed over her resilient breast mounds, squeezing them with wild animal lust, as fingers plucked at her skirt's zipper.
"Ohhh!" she moaned as she felt that garment slip down over her round hips, as more fingers touched the nylon sheathed firmness of her buttocks.
"What a body!" one of the men groaned, gutturally.
Then the fingers were yanking down her sheer panties, pulling them down over the points of her hips, down over the ivory columns of her thighs, down to her ankles. She cried out in humiliation and shame. She was naked in front of them, unable to conceal her most secret parts from their lascivious, prying gaze. She was as naked as they were...and a million times more vulnerable.
"On the desk!" someone shouted.
Kathy felt herself being lifted bodily, tossed about between the strong masculine hands like a rag doll and laid down on her bare back on the leather-topped desk. The men were all circled around her, their arching cocks forming an obscene barrier to her escape. Through her flared nostrils she could smell them, smell them coming to a boil, a boil of orgiastic excitement. It wasn't like the picture book at all! It wasn't gentle and loving! It wasn't romantic! She knew in her heart that there would be no foreplay, but only ravishment, complete and total ravishment.
The men descended on her like a pungent, hairy cloud, their powerful fingers digging in between her tightly closed thighs, tearing her knees apart, forcing her trembling legs to splay lewdly over the edges of the desk, opening her quivering crotch up for their lewd inspection and ultimate abuse.
"Would you look at that pussy!"
"You were right, Merl, she's got the heat up already!"
"Juicy Lucy, are we going to have ourselves a time with you!"
Kathy cringed at the salacious words they were heaping on her. She cringed and her face burned with shame, for she knew that what they were saying was true! She could feel the moist, hair-fringed lips of her vagina tingling with arousal, trembling in anticipation as the five pairs of male eyes leered into the drooping fissure.
"I'm going first, gentlemen," Merl announced. "No need for grumbling, there's plenty here for everyone as you can see."
"Well, if you're taking that end, I'm going to get me some of this," the skinny man said, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her whole body across the slick desktop until the back of her skull slipped over the edge.
Kathy peered up at the man through her tears. He was bending her head down, tipping her mouth up so he could fuck the full length of her throat!
Even as it dawned on her how her body was to be tortured, the massive bulk that was Merl swung between her widely parted legs and she felt the knobby, sticky tip of his cock nudge into the pinkly gleaming folds of her unguarded vagina.
"Tight!" the big man gasped as he drove his heavy hips forward, forcing the broad bulbous head to slide lasciviously against the oily marble of her clitoris.
"Uhhhhh!" she groaned, trying vainly to keep the wanton cry of ecstasy from slipping through her parched lips.
The man standing at her head took the opportunity her open, ovaled mouth offered to plunge in his own throbbing cock-head.
Kathy moaned as her face was crammed full of raging male meat, as the cloying, salty taste of seeping semen flooded her mouth, causing her to salivate profusely in a hopeless attempt by her body to rid itself of the nauseating flavor. "Get her, Merl! Fuck the ass off her."
"Pour it on!"
Merl gave it to her, all right. He threw all of his massive weight into a single, tube-splitting lunge. As the raped young married woman screamed beneath him, he felt the soul satisfying feeling of his lust-thickened penis burrowing into the warm, moist furrow of her pussy.
"UHHHHH!" she howled in agony about the lewdly thrusting cock that filled her mouth from cheek to straining cheek. It felt like a red-hot poker had been jammed up her pussy, a poker as thick as her arm!
Seeing that meaty erection pushing into the moist pinkness of her pussy so aroused the man whose cock she held in her mouth that he, too, began to lunge, forcing the gruesome bulb to bump against the back of her throat, then to slip down deep in her gullet.
Tears of pain and humiliation poured from Kathy's eyes as the twin probes began to work in unison, stabbing hotly into the very core of her being, rubbing obscenely against the walls of pain-ravaged throat and torn pussy. It felt like they were trying to rip her in two!
"Suck!" shouted a man overhead.
"Fuck!" shouted a man to the side.
Her mind addled by the unceasing pain, by the horrible undercurrent of pleasure that accompanied it, the weeping young blonde began to obey. Moving her hips tentatively at first into the bone-jarring thrusts of the huge man between her legs. Sucking with a faint nibbling caress at the hard shaft that plunged wildly down her throat.
"She's doing it! God, almighty, look at that slut go!"
Kathy whimpered, shifting her hips faster, to meet the savage plundering thrusts of the cock that impaled her defenseless pussy. She pursed her lips tight about the glistening, throat-busting thickness that skewered deeply into her bruised gullet. The pain was fading, fading rapidly. . .and it was being replaced by . . .
Suddenly, she found herself brutally wrenched over on her right side. Neither of the men who were assaulting her even broke stride. Merl held her left leg high over his shoulder and continued to pummel the juicy pink meat of her pussy with the blood-engorged length of his male hardness; the skinny man continued to fuck into her gasping mouth like it was the loose and much-fucked cunt of a two-dollar whore.
"Ummmmmhhhh!" she whinnied as cruel, hard fingers tore at her gyrating nether cheeks, ripping them wide apart, exposing the tightly clenched ring of her anus. She could not see the man at her back, but she could feel him. She felt his hot, hairy body slide up on the desk next to hers, felt the rubbery bulbous head of his cock nudge into the near-virginal tightness of her poor sphincter. She knew what was coming. She tried to steel herself against the horrible, blinding pain.
The man behind her pushed his throbbing knobby cock-head down lower in her fork, bathing its blind face in her warm sticky lubricant. Then he returned it to her anal aperture, pushing it firmly into her forbidden orifice.
Kathy shuddered as she felt her tightly clenched anal ring stretch over the slick tip of the pulsating cock. It was going up into her! No amount of muscle tightening, no amount of squirming on her part could make the horrible, skewering thickness stop its slow, agonizing intrusion into her rectum. It just kept on coming and coming, like it would never end, like it would meet the head of the cock jamming between her widely distended lips! Then, just as she was sure her backside must split from the pressure, she felt the crisp hairs of the man's pubis scratching at her cruelly spread cheeks, then his massive, sperm-heavy balls brushing against her inner thigh.
Never in all her life had she ever even imagined such total ravishment! She was spitted on hard, thrusting cocks from every conceivable angle! Forced to suck, forced to fuck, forced to accept brutal, sadistic sodomy! The pain, which had begun to fade only moments before, was back upon her in full force, bringing tears to her eyes as the three grunting male animals vented their raging genital heat into her helplessly trembling young body.
Suddenly, the cock in her throat flexed powerfully, pushing at the walls of her throat, as it shot gobs of hot, sticky sperm down her throat. She swallowed as rapidly as she could, trying to keep up with the sloshing, slippery deluge but it was impossible. She just couldn't swallow fast enough. She choked, coughed, sputtered and droplets of milky semen burst from her tortured lips, spraying over her upturned face, mistaking the sweat soaked pubic hair of the man raping into her mouth.
Just when she thought she would surely strangle, he pulled back. But it was not an act of mercy, as she first thought. He pulled his gleaming, throbbing cock-head from her lips so he could shoot the gooey remainder of his ejaculation over her deeply blushing face.
"OHHHHH!" she gasped as the warm, sticky rain fell on her, as the pistoning cock between her legs churned her fork into a sloppy, sputtering trough.
Even before the last boiling gob was squeezed from the dripping head of the man's cock, another cock, bigger and harder than the first forced its way between her unresisting teeth, slipping down the full length of her throat.
Kathy realized that there was going to be no end to this animal frenzy, that the men could spell each other so they could go on after her like this for hours and hours! That realization unhinged her. She knew she couldn't hold out! So what was the use in trying?
On and on the men took her,, buffeting her sweaty, pliant young body between them like a foam-rubber pillow, fucking her with long, slippery, skillful thrusts that smacked into her slick flesh until her brain smoldered and her whole body started to quiver like a plucked guitar string.
"Ummmffffffff!" she moaned about the thrusting cock, her back snapping to and fro, jamming her cunt down over the deeply probing cock that spitted it, impaling herself greedily on the bowel-rending penis that assaulted her from behind.
The cock in her mouth jerked excitedly and again she tasted the creamy viscous sperm, again the spurting tool was pulled from her hungrily sucking lips.
"Oh! OH! Oh, fuck! I'm cummmmmming!" she bawled, as the warm sloshing gobs of sperm spattered over her upturned face, dropping into her openly gaping mouth, landing on the surface of her wildly slithering tongue. She extended her arms out wide, wriggling her fingers desperately. She wanted all of them! All of those hot, hard cocks!
Groaning with pleasure at the sight of this madwoman unleashed, the two men who were not deeply embedded in her warm willing body pressed their stiffened erections into her hot palms.
As Kathy thrashed out the endless joy of her orgasm, she took lunge after lunge up her shivering pussy, up her quaking anal pipe, and she frantically masturbated the cocks in her lust-tightened fists!
After Paul had returned to the office with Debbie and Tom, he had come to a momentous decision. He'd decided that the only way to stop Merl from brutalizing his lovely young wife was to go to the Board of Realtors, himself, to destroy his own future to save his spouse.
It was with this end in mind that he stormed down the foyer in the reception room. The receptionist tried to stop him but he wouldn't hear of it. He pushed her aside and stomped down the hall, heading for Merl's office.
As he arrived at the door, he heard the intercom buzzing inside. He knew it was the receptionist, trying to warn Santiago that he was coming. Without knocking, he barged into the room, ready to have it out with the blackmailer.
To his dismay, the room was empty. The incessant, jangling ring of the intercom infuriated him. He snatched the phone from its cradle and snarled into it, "He's not here, goddammit!"
He slammed the phone back down and paced back and forth for a moment or two. What was he to do? To wait there until Merl arrived? At once, he had a horrible sickening thought, what if Merl and his demented cronies were at his house now, raping his wife at this very minute? He punched an outside line and called his home. No answer!
He was just about to leave when the cubist painting caught his eye. Remembering the part it played in his present predicament, he walked over to it and examined it, looking for the hidden catch that would open it.
The picture swung away from next door, stared at his poor little wife, nakedly sandwiched like a ten-dollar whore between all those hard cocks! Even through the intervening wall, he could hear the shrill mewls of pleasure rising from Kathy's throat! She was enjoying it! Loving it!
He could see it all, their bodies grinding together, cocks glistening with his wife's love-juices, her own lovely face dripping with milky-white semen. He was suddenly, rackingly sick. He lurched over to Merl's wastebasket and vomited, dry heaving long after he emptied his stomach.
They were still going at her when his nausea faded. He had to do something! Something to stop them! He searched his mind frantically for something, a weapon, something he could use.
When his eyes came to rest on Merl's Polaroid camera, the one the whole staff used to take photos of properties they were trying to sell, he knew he had his answer. He grabbed the camera and rushed up to the two-way mirror. As quickly as he could, he snapped off a dozen shots of the action, of the thick cock plundering Kathy's rectum, of the glistening shaft retreating from the depths of her womb, of the stiff penises pumping through her tight fists. He even got a shot of one of the men orgasming into her open mouth!
He turned away from the window, watching the pictures develop before his eyes. As the figures appeared on the paper, he caught his breath. He hadn't even noticed who the men were! He looked back into the adjoining room to make sure he wasn't imagining things. He wasn't! Merl's friends were not just ordinary gang rapists! One of them was a judge, one, a banker, one, the owner of a huge unfinished furniture store. Paul had his weapon! And he was loaded for bear! He would meet blackmail with blackmail, offering Merl a deal he couldn't refuse: if Santiago let Paul and his wife leave town without any fuss over the Walker deal, then Paul would destroy the incriminating photos of Merl's distinguished guests at play!
He rushed from the room, knowing that there was still time for Kathy and him, that they could make a new life for themselves in another city.
"Open up!" he cried, pounding on the locked door of Benecia's office with both his fists. "Open up!"