Chapter 8
Viola threw a savage kick to Tex's groin and began slashing at his boyish face with her fingernails as he staggered backwards, but she was quickly overpowered by the others, who dragged her off along the floor and began systematically ripping her clothes off as she struggled and thrashed. In another moment she had been bound with one ankle securely tied to the leg of a couch and her arms bound in back of her head. Two youths ripped her blouse down the front and reached into her brassiere for plentiful handfuls of breast.
"Jeez, she's really built," said one wonderingly. "Get a load of these, Tex." He lifted one breast out in the palm of his hand and fondled it. Then he bent his head and licked her nipple, leaving a lewd trail of saliva all over her areola. The other boy merely squeezed her breast and pulled it around. Viola clenched her teeth and lips like a schoolteacher who's caught a naughty boy up to something. Only she herself knew how deeply she was affected. The pure lasciviousness of the gang's behavior, their imperviousness to any conceivable plea, was a sort of sexual ruthlessness that had to anneal to the most basic, darkest and deepest female instinct. But Viola showed nothing.
Meanwhile Tex had turned his attention on Sally, the statuesque little blonde. "How about you, sister?" he asked. "Are you gonna fight?"
Sally didn't answer. Considering the state of the situation, all struggle certainly appeared useless or less than useless. But she had to do something didn't she? She couldn't merely allow herself to be used.
"Tell you what," Tex said after a moment, taking his snub-nosed revolver out of his belt and waving towards the corner where Randy and Cliff sat bound and gagged. "If you resist, I'm going to kill which ever one of those men is your husband. How about that? I'll just put a bullet in his brain, and that'll be that. What do you say?"
Sally nodded. That was the excuse and justification she needed in order to cooperate. No one could fault her now. She would be free of any feelings of guilt. And it was not required that she struggle. No one could fault her for protecting her husband's life.
For although he had behaved abominably with Viola, she still had to admit that she loved Randy and that she would always love him. But then why had she suffered such an ardent reaction with Cliff and his obscene behavior?
It must have been all that drink, because certainly she would never have behaved so badly of her own volition. Now that she was gradually sobering, it seemed amazing that she had participated in such a disgusting act. Apparently drink smothered her better feelings. She vowed that she would never again allow herself to be seduced by such sickening, animalistic behavior. These boys might use her, perhaps, but she would feel nothing but disgust and revulsion.
"Go on, Tex. Fuck her right now," yelled Red.
Tex laughed and slumped down onto the couch in back of her, pulling Sally down into his lap with his arm around her waist. She struggled half-heartedly, but the sheer hopelessness of her situation was painfully obvious. Across the room, Viola protested and was slapped hard by several hands until she fell dead silent.
Sally squirmed hard against the cyclist's imprisoning hands, but the slow seductive movement of her buttocks crushing back onto the hardness of his loins only sharpened his desire for her. She sobbed into the rough hand over her mouth, and broke away from it by jerking her beautiful blonde head.
"Oh no, dear God! Don't do it to me! Please!"
Her piteous supplication was cut short again by Tex's rough hand clamping down hard over her mouth. Further muffled cries were choked back deep in her soft white throat until only broken grunts of anguish flared through her heaving nostrils.
Tex reached down abruptly to her knees and jerked at the hem of her dress, fanning it upward over the dramatic fullness of her thighs, then up farther over the panty-concealed fullness of her buttocks. Tex gasped with lust and wriggled her dress upward farther to the narrow tininess of her waist.
"Hey, she's really something," breathed a voice across the room.
"Christ, what a body, huh?"
"Pull 'er dress up over her head!" yelled Fredo from the cooler. He had recovered enough to get up and go over to get his own beer. Blood still streamed from the long cut in his forehead, but he didn't appear to care, and he merely wiped the sticky excess off on the black leather sleeve of his jacket.
Tex laughed and caressed the lust-inciting nakedness of his gorgeous blonde prize. His hands ran up her trembling thighs and his nostrils flared with desire as his fingers savored the silky smooth softness of her upper thighs. He pinched her buttocks and delighted in Sally's answering groan and the way she screwed them back against his hand, there was only the smooth narrow band of white nylon between them now, bunched snugly in the cleft of her buttocks, and everyone could make out the silken tufts of Sally's blonde pubic hair which curled slightly from under the snug elastic crotch band.
The frightened young housewife was wild with desperation now. There could be no question as to what they had in mind for her she was going to be raped! Raped by a vicious gang of motorcyclists who were little better than animals and had not the slightest compassion for anyone in the world. Her buttocks shivered convulsively from the horrifying thought. Nothing could save her now, not with her husband and friends totally cowed and overrun by this brutal bunch. Her fate had been sealed because they had chosen to play the part of good Samaritans instead of being apathetic or calling the police or a hospital.
Her tortured mind was jerked back to ugly reality by the feel of Tex's hands running up the sides of her almost naked flesh. He rounded them over the curvaceous flare of her hips for a second, then slid them down slowly down again to her tiny waist, his fingers pressing cruelly into her belly as if he wanted to eat her.
"Some body, huh?" came the drunken voices.
"You can say that again, man. Man, what an ass-fuck she's going to make."
Her dress was now bunched up uselessly around her throat. Tex's hands roamed mercilessly all over her exposed and heated flesh. The velvet smooth softness of her skin was broken only by the thin white brassiere straps that laced across her back, and the flimsy panties that stretched tightly up into her cunt. And then, suddenly there was something else...
A gasp broke from Sally's parched lips as she recognized the wetness seeping through her panties from underneath seminal fluid from the bulge in Tex's jeans! She tried to struggle up from it, but as she struggled her brassiere came undone and her full young breasts, milk-white and immense, broke free.
There was a whoosh of admiration that seemed to echo like a single breath from the mouths of the gang. Sally groaned and struggled as he pulled the now useless piece of underclothing from around her body and the two big mounds of firm but resilient flesh joggled upward as if they were proud to be viewed. Her nipples seemed to spring instinctively into hardness, as if the erotic nature of her dreadful situation was not lost on them. The bud-like tips of her breasts seemed to throb in the sudden coolness of the open air.
The short, redbearded youth lost no time. As Tex's hands coursed hungrily over the softly rounded spheres of her buttocks, Red came up and grabbed the full round ripeness of her right breast and squeezed it hard, dragging a groan from Sally's unhappy lips. Then he proceeded to pinch hard on her rubbery nipples until she cried out in pain. He bent his head and pressed the hugeness of her breasts all around his face, breathing in their perfumed and delicious scent. He continued to knead and fondle her breasts with an ecstatic intensity until he was interrupted harshly by Tex.
"Hey, mother-fucker, I'm gonna fuck this cunt first! Get your fuckin' hands off her!"
"Oh shit, Tex, I'm just feelin' her."
Tex flung his arm possessively over Sally's quivering breasts. "These tits are mine until I'm done sere win' her. Got that?"
Red shook his head and back off. "Okay, but Marlon's not gonna like it, you takin' firsts. You know how he is."
"Screw Marlon," yelled Tex. "He don't even know where we're at. He's probably still at the drugstore riding in circles with Shep."
Red shrugged and went back to his beer on the other side of the room. "Have it your way-for now. But I still say Marlon's not gonna like it."
"Shut the fuck up." Tex's eyes gleamed with ragged desire as his hands smoothed up the sides of Sally's quivering body to finally cup her enormous breasts. He pulled and squeezed at them momentarily, then rasped impatiently and moved his hands down to her panties again. His fingers hooked into the soft nylon waistband and with slow, methodical certainty began to peel her panties down over her hips.
Sally gasped and sobbed as the last of her under things was removed from her quivering flesh. She was by now almost paralyzed with fear, a helpless puppet for them to play with at will. She knew that this was by now the point of no return. These wild animals had her nakedly vulnerable flesh at their mercy. She dared not resist if Randy was to live. But on the other hand, what was to be left of their marriage if she didn't? It was all too complex for her to sort it out carefully.
Suddenly there was the harsh metallic rasp of Tex's zipper opening in back of her. And in another moment there was the smooth hard pressure of his stiffened cock pressing against the tender back-flesh of her thighs. She could feel a stickiness where the hot seminal fluid seeped, from its large inflated thunderhead. His hands on her hips, he pushed slightly higher, then insinuated his knees snugly between hers. In one swift movement he peeled the flimsy white nylon panties from the half-moons of her buttocks. When the silken material seized at the juncture of her thighs and belly, he made an impatient jerk and ripped it to useless shreds.
Tex roared as he held the tattered remnant of her concealment in the air, and the other boys laughed, too. By now the others were taking turns mashing Viola's mouth open in a series of ardent kisses as they manhandled her throbbing breasts, but as yet they had gone no further. For the most part they were watching Tex and Sally.
"Lookit that cunt," Red yelled. "She's a natural blonde!" And suddenly he ran forward and stabbed his middle finger into the warm wet juncture of Sally's legs.
"Hey mother-fucker!" yelled Tex, shoving him in the face until Red fell backward onto the carpet. "She's mine!"
Red crawled off groveling and Tex laughed, his fingers moving down into Sally's fleecy blonde pubic hair. She wriggled her buttocks anxiously, trying to evade the voraciously digging fingers thrusting and probing her openly defenseless pussy-lips, but it was no use.
Tex soon found the smooth wet cuntal opening and squirmed his middle finger upward into it. "Aaaarrrrggghhhh," Sally groaned, pressing away from his raping hand which was like a torch with flames licking at her womb. It skewered like a hot poker into the soft smooth folds of her cunt, moving savagely into the hot damp vaginal cavern beyond. He ground his thick long finger around and around without mercy deep inside her painfully expanding passage, while the helpless young bride twisted and groaned in anguish and humiliation at this depraved attack on her unprotected genitals. Sally felt as though her vagina was ablaze and out of control as his finger continued to rape her without mercy.
But suddenly his thick middle finger slipped out with a wet sucking noise from between the fleshy young folds of her cunt and she was given a moment's respite. Her breath came up pantingly, as if she had just run a long race.
"See, she-likes it," said one of the boys, a youth with jet black curls all over his youthful head. "She's panting like a bitch in heat." And his friends all laughed. By now they had relaxed their manhandling of Viola and were concentrating on Tex's rape of the luscious young blonde with the gigantic breasts. Several of them were rubbing bulges in the crotches of their jeans.
Tex's attention was now on the full cream-white moons of Sally's glossy ass-cheeks. "She's gonna get it like a high toned bitch should get it from a real stud," he hissed crazily. He ran his hands adoringly over her ass-cheeks. "Maybe I should fuck 'er in the ass. That'll break her from bein' so high and mighty."
"Virgin ass-fuckin' is strictly for Marlon," said Red, swigging his beer, and the other boys nodded. "He won't like it if he don't get her first."
Tex snarled at them unintelligibly, but was visible that Red's warning had stung him Whoever this Marlon was, thought Sally through her horrified haze, he must be quite a man to have a hold on these brutes.
She didn't have much time to consider this, though, for suddenly his hands were kneading and stretching the unprotected mounds of her firm young buttocks. Her body jerked convulsively as she felt his thumbs digging in on either side, spreading her full cheeks wider and wider.
"No, no, oh God, please don't," she sobbed helplessly, having no idea at all that her words merely spurred him on. "Oooooh no, please..."
She jerked forward further as Tex's middle finger thrust once more between her thighs into the soft, unprotected folds of young flesh at the lips of her vagina. His finger searched patiently for a moment, then located their velvety quarry. She cringed as an electric shock shot from his pinching fingers up through her hypersensitive clitoris. The cheeks of her buttocks tightened reflexively, trying desperately to impede his movement. But the constant tickling of her exposed sex was sending wave upon wave of female love-fluid down through her vagina and making her sex folds all slippery and pliable.
"Hold on, Tex. She's buckin', " yelled Red.
"I got 'er, don't worry," Tex gasped, working in another finger and wringing a parched whimper from Sally's agonized lips. He gave one last hard push with his forearm, and then Sally felt the last of her desperate resistance break down. Her body shuddered and she moaned as his fingers wormed and tickled all along her passageway. Her female flesh shot down a gushing wave of love-juice all over his hand. She clenched her teeth in a vain attempt to blot out the terrible, filthy sensations that were assailing her. His fingers were a ball of fire growing in bigger and bigger circles within her tingling loins. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out except a helpless muffled groan of exhausted surrender. Every muscle in her twisted imprisoned body had reached the point of helplessness against Tex's immense strength. She couldn't even find the power to protest now at the vile fondling of her hitherto secret parts which had previously been the private domain of her handsome young husband. All that had disintegrated under Tex's moronic fondling.
She gasped and held her breath as his fingers enlarged and stretched the now wildly lubricated walls of her helpless vagina. They slipped around in and out with a lewd wet sucking noise. He squirmed in back of her, his hand wrapped tightly around the lust-hardened cock he had whipped out of his jeans, guiding it slowly and deliberately between his fingers into the moist pink flanges of her vagina. Sally cringed as she felt his searching member bumping against her raw and unexposed flesh, her face contorting in loathing and fear. The large bulbous head moved up and down behind her, searching like a cobra for her open passage then suddenly it had located the open slit of her vagina and was moving through the sparse blonde pubic hair ... She tried to close her legs, but his legs insinuated between them and held them savagely open.
"Hey Red, you wanna help me?" Tex called. "I only got two arms and a cock for this she-cat."
"You know it," Red laughed, and left the others, coming over to grip Sally's legs and hold them open. Small streams of saliva were dripping from Red's chin as he slavered over Sally's voluptuous beauty.
She whimpered aloud as she felt the first warm hard contact of Tex's lust-swollen penis against the soft wet lips of her cunt and the pressure of its blunt head inward. When her vaginal walls tried to contract around his cock to impede its passage, the big boy only laughed and jerked it forward to the very depths of her vagina with a mind-jarring push, dragging an incoherent moan from her open lips.
"No ... oh no ... please..." she whined.
But Tex only laughed and positioned her better, flexing his hips to drive his ramrod cock burningly all the way in to the hilt again with a maddening bump. The huge blood-bloated instrument flashed wetly through her cunt with a rush that left Sally gasping.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!"
She swung her long blonde hair around wildly as the two men worked to hold her in place. The shock of the sudden thrust momentarily galvanized her somnolent muscles, and she thrashed madly over the brutality of his ravishing cock.
"Christ, what a pussy," Tex rasped admiringly as its warm wet walls slipped up and down over his cock like hot melted butter. His head strained backward as his loins blasted forward into the helplessly struggling young bride. His penis raced through her like a drill boring through the depths of the earth, battering and smashing everything before it, the warm moist vaginal flesh spreading all around him until finally his pelvis was smacking hard against her and flattening her upraised buttocks with a hard, sharp slap that reverberated through the living room. Sally looked across the living room as she groaned Randy and Cliffs eyes were stark with horror at her brutal ravishing, and Viola was sobbing soundlessly.
Sally's muffled cries of pain and humiliation went unheeded as Tex grabbed her shoulders with both hands, pulling her whole body tightly back onto him. His thick hard rigidity was sunk to its fullest, most powerful depth in her quivering white belly, pressing tight against the sensitive end of her cervix.
There was no reason to struggle or fight any longer, even if she had had the strength. She was his conquest. She knelt forward tiredly like a human dummy, accepting her servile state slavishly, impaled hopelessly on his fearsome rod and ready to be used as her dominator required.
As her body went limp, she felt his hands slide down the curvaceous roundness of her hips, then begin a slow, teasing rotation of his thickening penis within her trembling womb. Her wet sex channel expanded further, undulating warmly around his tool, kissing it all over involuntarily from vaginal female instinct. Her tears of humiliation and shame continued flowing without stop, wetting the tops of their knees. Her long golden hair waved over their legs, swinging gloriously in the air. There was to be no reprieve from this vicious battering now, no policemen coming through the door with guns raised, nothing. She was a helpless slave to be used for the whims of these monsters until they tired of her. She could do nothing less than accept the vile obscene rape of her precious blonde flesh without resistance.
His hands continued devouring her gorgeous body, cupping the fullness of her swinging breasts, then letting them drop, then racing into her armpits to lift her up and down along his pulsating cock. Her muffled groans and sobs mingled piteously with his gasps of passion, as he forced her puppet body to dance up and down with each hard, cruel thrust of his mighty sex tool.
"Man, lookit that," said Red, pointing to the long thick cock, glistening with Sally's sex secretion, pistoning deeply in and out of her squirming pussy as her pubic hair painted it like a blonde brush painting a house. The other boys laughed. Several of them had already taken their penises out of their jeans and were rolling them in their hands. Their eyes bulged as they watched the moist pink edges of the protective soft folds around Sally's golden cunt drawing back with each out-stroke, then being swallowed again as Tex thrust inward with the powerful rhythm of his desire. Pumping into her from the rear as if she were a bitch in heat, he squeezed desperately her joggling creamy soft buttocks. With a flash of inspiration his fingers searched out her anus as well, digging cruelly into the cringing puckered hole, then he jerked forward again, clasping her hips roughly and whipping her back down over his penis and he continued to skewer and ram her with increasing abandon.
Tex's body was by now a ball of sheer uncontrolled lust unleashed completely against this beautiful golden girl. His bloated penis felt as if it were growing wildly and about to explode through all of its veins. It thickened constantly with every fresh stroke deep within her nicely rounded belly, aching and burning as it never had before. He was almost there, almost at the peak, and he rammed eagerly with long hard strokes.
Sally's echoing sobs became a series of whimpers and then one long, low, continuous whine that filled the house like a gentle siren. Through the quiescent haze of her agonized mind she could feel him growing deep within her with every stroke, expanding, expanding, until she was sure he would burst right up and out through her aching belly. His rampaging tool was splitting her in two, and now she knew he was going to cum. Her tears became a flood, racing over her face, streaking her pretty countenance with dissolved makeup, finally dripping down over her legs and Tex's. The lewd thought that this beast would fill her belly with cum and maybe even make her pregnant was repulsive beyond imagining. Oh God, did he dare shoot the sticky juice of his lust into her hallowed love-vault? She could not imagine anything more disgusting.
And suddenly he was there. As her warm wet vaginal muscles clasped tightly around his hard-driving penis, Tex suddenly threw back his head with a wild roar, and began shooting hot semen into her widely spread cunt as if his cock was a fire hose. Sally groaned in helpless submission as spurt after spurt of his driving male cum was shot up into her helpless belly, filling her womb to bursting.
"No, PLEASE! YOU MUSTN'T!" she screamed as she felt his semen ricocheting around like a whirlpool bath in her vagina, the fiery hot reminder of her total degradation to the cruel tormentor who was fucking into her from the rear.
And that was all. The big blonde boy pitched forward over her and lay gasping with exhaustion through her sobs.
And then the doorbell rang.