Chapter 1
It had been a miserably hot week in the city. The part of summer when everyone felt as though they'd like to hop into a cold shower even though the air conditioner in the office was going full tilt.
"That blasted thing just keeps reminding you how hot it really is," moaned Marvie, dabbing at her upper lip with a wilted handkerchief as she listened to the steady drone of the motor which was supposed to push cool air throughout the old twelve-story building.
"Thank God it's Friday." She laughed at thinking about the old cliche, but perked up a bit at the prospect of getting to the nearby public swimming pool on one of her weekend days off. There sure was a lot of work around even a small apartment to get ready for another week and Marvie, unexperienced in housekeeping, found it took most of Saturday just to have a "free" day on Sunday.
She ran her hands under her full breasts, feeling the moisture which was soaking her light cotton dress. She tucked some of the fabric between her skin and the hot nylon undergarment. Oh, God, it will feel good to get out of these Establishment clothes and into a bikini, she thought, visualizing the cool breezes and the hot glances which would touch her ripe body.
She pushed restlessly at some papers on her desk and shot a cautious glance at the office clock. An hour and a half to go. She heaved a sigh and pretended to be engrossed in the papers on her desk but her mind raced backward to the previous night when she'd turned off the lights, thrown open wide the only window in her bachelorette apartment to try and catch a breath of air in the still night. "Bacholerette apartment, hah," she muttered. "It's more like a big closet with a window."
She slid her sticky dress over her head and then got a hairclip to hold her long brown hair atop her head. Next came the flimsy but confining bra and then the pink panties. She stretched the elastic of her panty hose and then peeled it down over her slender hips to her long coltlike legs. It, too, was finally off and she stood nude for a few minutes, her forehead wrinkled slightly as she rubbed at the spots made tender by the elastic which seared her skin in the heat.
Marvie stepped to the floor-length mirror to admire herself in the half light. Her body was as slimly lovely as the models she admired in the fashion magazines, the model her high school class prediction said she'd one day be. She'd checked in at all the modeling agencies in the city when she'd first arrived but each said they'd need a complete portfolio of pictures-an item which probably would run from three to five hundred dollars. So, she'd taken a job in a dingy office and was trying to save this huge amount from her meager salary.
Peaches and cream, she thought as she lovingly ran her fingers over the delicate breasts which stood proudly and perkily under her touch, the pink nipples like little rosebud decorations as she cupped them in her hands. She slid her fingers from the full warmth to over her slightly rounded stomach, her tiny hips, and the tops of her long shapely legs.
The honey hair over her mound was thick and velvety, almost like the fur of a kitten, she thought, toying with it and twining her fingers in the thick, curling brush.
Marvie had almost classic features which were framed by her hair when it hung about her shoulders in a long page boy dip and crowned her high forehead, accentuating her full lips and long-lashed gray-blue eyes when it was piled, like now, upon her head like a crown. She was just eighteen, a wholesome, attractive teenager with the promise of full womanhood.
She padded to the bathroom, a small area in the apartment, separated from the "living room" by a folding door. Absentmindedly, she took a jar of lotion from the shelf, uncapped the bottle and poured a generous amount of the light green fluid on one hand, placing the container on the washstand beside her. She massaged the lotion between her hands then ran her hands between her breasts and over the creamy mounds, covering them with the cool liquid. Putting more on her hands, she began to rub it lightly over her still damp skin. She massaged it onto her stomach, kneading gently the areas where her panties and hose had cut into her waist. More lotion was applied to her hips, down the long length of her lovely pubic forest and onto her legs. She saw the lotion, almost white on the brown fur, and rubbed it vigorously, imagining how it would feel if it were done by the fingers of a strong man. She shivered deliciously at the thought. She went into almost a trance as she detached the fingers of her hand from her own body and believed they were the fingers of a nameless, faceless lover. Her fingers parted the lovely forest and dipped into the honey pot, massaging so the lotion soon blended with the juices of her body. Her fingers ground into the thicket of hair and even deeper and deeper, massaging her vulva and dipping upward toward her womb until she twisted and turned, moaning with pleasure at the finger fucking of the not yet met lover. One hand crept to her breast and she teased the nipples as her other fingers ground into the juicy orifice.
The sound of the bottle falling from the washstand startled her and she tore her hands from her body, glancing around in fear that suddenly all of her neighbors had crowded into her room and were watching her. She heaved a sigh of relief that she was indeed alone and then glanced in the mirror to discover that her face was flushed and she felt even warmer than she had been before covering her body with the lotion.
Life in the big city hadn't been nearly as wonderful as she had imagined when she'd day dreamed in high school. There were lots of admiring glances as she walked down the street and winds roaring down the caverns formed by the tall buildings whipped her skirts. Lots of admiring glances and even many hot looks and hot hands reaching for her when she went to the pool and shucked off the prim little terrycloth robe she wore over her tiny bikini swimsuit. Lots of these but no knights in shining armor, no man who wanted to help her further her modeling career or "take her away from all this," no one who wanted to protect her innocence.
"Oh, how I want you. Oh, oooh, how I need you," she cried to a someday lover. She didn't know who he'd be or where he was but she felt the need for him as the blood of her youth swelled into her tiny vulva and pouted the nipples on her breasts.
Marvie moved to the window. It was quite dark by now but there was still only the promise of a cool breeze. She pulled a chair near the open window and looked out, confident that she could see but not be seen.
She was startled when the lights flashed on in the room across the building well and drew back deeper into the shadows of her own room. The apartment, she noticed, was small like hers and had the same dingy furniture, the same dull pictures on the wall and the same drab curtains pulled back to let light in during the day and some fresh air in the evening.
Her interest was aroused when two young- and terribly handsome-men entered the room. She ran her tongue over her lips and shot a glance at the clock, thinking she might be able to "arrange" to come home the same time as these two and possibly meet them. She knew it was only a matter of luck-bad luck-that she had not already met her knight in shining armor -and one of these might just be the man.
"Sit down, Don, make yourself comfortable," she heard the tall blond fellow tell his friend. Don, only slightly shorter and with dark curly hair, sat on the blue and white print chair. Crossing his legs, he took out a pipe and spent a few seconds filling and lighting it.
Oh. I really dig a man who smokes a pipe, Marvie thought, leaning a little closer to get a better look. The sill was cool against her bare breasts.
The host had gone to the small refrigerator for two bottles of beer which he opened, handing one to his guest. "Thanks, Paul."
"Hmmm, Don and Paul." Marvie laughed to herself, feeling she already knew more about these two than they knew about her. She licked her lips as they both took a long pull at the beer.
Paul sat on the arm of the chair, the hand holding the beer bottle dangling down the side. With his other hand he pushed back a lock of hair from Don's face and then did a thing which made Marvie suck in her breath. He leaned down and kissed Don long and full on his lips.
The two were unaware that they had a captive audience in Marvie. Wild horses couldn't have dragged her from her ringside seat.
Still holding the kiss, Paul ran his free hand up the leg of his dark-haired friend, all the way to his bulging crotch. Don set his bottle of beer on the floor and reached for his zipper. Sliding it down, he drew out his cock, the first Marvie had ever seen in the flesh. She'd gone on tours of the museums with school classes and, with the other girls, had looked-and giggled-at the nude statues, but that had been her only experience with the anatomy of a man.
This cock was long, the shaft was a glistening white and it had a head that was larger than the head of a cane, and red, almost angry-looking. It looked commanding and Marvie's eyes were riveted on it, fascinated.
Paul muttered something Marvie couldn't understand and then dropped to his knees on the floor. He ran his fingers the full length of the cock and then dipped his mouth toward it, flicking it with his tongue.
Marvie thought she'd choke and dipped her fingers to her honey pot, gripping fiercely at the brown furry mound.
Paul opened his mouth and closed his lips about the red head and Don squirmed with pleasure, his hands going to the blonde hair and weaving his fingers in the locks to draw his lover closer.
Marvie's breath was coming faster and her fingers were working frantically as she watched Paul's lips run the length of the shaft and his tongue roll around the swollen gland.
She gasped-a long, low, moaning gasp-a sound that carried in the night from her apartment to the one across the building well. The two men froze in position and then their attention swung to the window which framed her.
They could see her clearly as the light flooded across her face and hair, upon her alabaster white breasts with their knotted nipples. For a long second their eyes locked and then Marvie fled into the protecting darkness of her room, her face flooded with shame at the excitement she'd felt, bewilderment at her own feelings and at the passion of the men that she'd witnessed.
Marvie pressed against the wall, hardly daring to breath, knowing the pounding of her heart was filling the room. It was only seconds after she heard one of the men curse that the sound of a shade being lowered ripped the quiet and she could move again. She crept to her window and reached for the shade.
The night was long, and the room was blinding with heat as Marvie tossed on her narrow lumpy cot only feet from the men she was sure she could hear making love.
This was what she thought as the air conditioning droned and the perspiration formed again on her face and small rivulets ran between her breasts. There were a few moments when she wished she could be home again, sitting on the front porch, waiting for the gang to come by so they could have a soda at Farley's.
Almost without her knowing it, the office clock swept its hands to five o'clock and she was aroused from her remembrances of the night before by the activity of the others getting ready to leave, tidying up their desks, and gathering up their things. She glanced around and none of them were looking in her direction. They all seemed in a hurry to get away from the office and off to their own homes and friends. She cleared her desk and then stood up, stretching slightly. The movement arched her breasts and jutted out her tiny rump. She tugged at the dress which clung like a second skin and then she flushed as she noticed Mr. McIniss, the office manager, looking in her direction. It seemed as though she'd seen that look quite often on his face the past few weeks. It was one she'd seen before on the faces of older men at home-but it was different, too. More hungry-looking-and sort of knowing. It gave Marvie a sudden chill and she hurriedly gathered up her purse, almost running for the door. She stopped as he called her name.
"I just wanted to tell you that I've been noticing you-er-I mean your work," Marvie waited, just looking at the pudgy little man, quite bald, but, with vanity, combed a few locks of extra long hair over the top of his head. "You're doing a fine job. Fine job," he continued lamely. "Thank you," Marvie stammered, edging toward the door, wishing she'd been ready to leave with the other workers. He came closer. "I know you haven't been in the 'big city'," he laughed, "very long and you probably haven't had a chance to make any friends yet. If you have any problems-anything you'd like to talk over with a"-he hesitated-"a friend, please feel free to talk with me. After all, my dear, I'm old enough to be your fa-er-big brother or cousin." Marvie almost fainted in the heat when the strong smell of his breath hit her face. She felt limp and weak as he put his face close to hers and she could see his yellow, twisted teeth.
"Thank you. Thank you, Mr. McIniss. I appreciate it. I really do. I-ah-I have to go now. Some friends are waiting for me-downstairs- and I'm riding home with them." She let the sentence fade.
"Well, yes, of course, my dear. Run along," he said as he patted her arm. "Keep up the good work," he called to her retreating back.
Marvie fled to the elevator.
The first bus was too crowded for any more passengers so she had to wait in the grilling heat for the second one, just managing to wedge herself on that. She tried not to breathe deeply of the overheated body smell mingled with garlic and tobacco. It seemed like a lifetime before she reached her stop and could get into the only slightly less crowded street and then to her airless apartment.
She ran up the two flights of stairs and fumbled in her purse for the key to her apartment, not noticing the two swarthy men in the corridor. As she swung open the door, she was nearly knocked off her feet as they crowded in behind her. "Wahaaa-who are you," she demanded. "What do you want? You have the wrong apartment. I live here," she said to the men who were just standing and undressing her with their eyes.
"You get out or I'll call the police," Marvie said, starting for the door. The first man in the room shoved her rudely and she fell against the bed in the small room. "So you're the 'peeping torn'," said the man, licking his lips.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Marvie said, her voice trembling.
"Yeah, pretty little pussy, you're the one who looks into guys' apartments in the night. Don and Paul said you were a hot one and that you needed someone to take your mind off your neighbors' business. That's why we're here, baby. We're gonna take your mind off your neighbors."
Marvie's eyes widened and she pressed back against the bed as he moved purposefully toward her.
Oh, my God, she thought, they're going to rape me. Oh, God, help me. She raised up and opened her mouth to scream and was slammed back on the pillow by the man's open hand. Stunned, she looked toward the second man, hoping against hope that he would come to her rescue, but knowing he would not. He stood there with a lewd grin on his face. "Screw her, Carlos," he urged. "Lemme see ya fuck that hot little cunt," he whispered hoarsely.
The man called Carlos reached into his pocket and drew out a knife which he opened slowly. "No, no, no, please," Marvie moaned. "You can't." There were tears in her eyes and in her voice. "I'll scream. The neighbors will come. The police-" She tried to squirm from the bed, to get to her feet, but the man forced her back. He pulled a filthy handkerchief from his back pocket, grabbed her by the back of her long hair and gave a vicious yank. As she opened her mouth, he shoved the filthy rag into her mouth. "Hold her, Punk," he commanded his partner.
Punk grabbed her around the throat and held his hand across her mouth as Carlos moved closer with the knife blade: glistening. He pushed her short skirt even higher on her squirming legs. "Oh, baby, look at that ass," he breathed. His hands were hot and rough as he reached for her panties. Stretching the elastic, he ran the knife blade down the fabric, parting it completely to her crotch. Marvie writhed frantically on the small cot, rolling her eyes and retching against the rag in her dry mouth.
The knife blade again approached her and cut into the elastic of her panty hose. The rest of her tattered garments were dragged unceremoniously to her ankles, exposing her lovely virginal sex to the eager eyes of the two men.
Carlos pulled his shaft from his trousers. Marvie was surprised that it was not as large as the one she'd seen the night before. It was small and wrinkled. The man noticed her curious interest and grinned.
"Don't worry, little one. That's only part of it. There's more to come-and I do mean cum." He laughed and Marvie shivered, partly in fear and partly-she was shocked to note-with anticipation, something both men noticed.
Marvie stared at his tiny prick, uncomprehending for an instant, fearfully fascinated as it began to swell, and then with stark terror.
"That's a nice piece of ass if I ever seen one," Carlos said, running his hands up the inside of her legs, parting them so the heavy brush was parted and the pink of her cunt lips gleamed at him. "I'm gonna eat a lot of that cunt before I screw it off the bed." And he dipped his head to her squirming honeypot.
Marvie found it difficult to breathe. The room was still and hot and the handkerchief was choking her. This had to be a mistake, a hideous mistake. Any moment she would wake up and find it was all a bad dream. Oh, please let it just be a bad dream, she prayed. But the look on Carlos' face, the lust and the deliberate movements of his hands made her stomach lurch involuntarily. He can't mean-he can't mean to do it. He c-c-couldn't.
The stubby, unwashed fingers worked at her crotch. Carlos put his one hand under her back and crushed her against him while the hand buried in her private parts, twisting over and working into the passage between her silky thighs, his fingernails boring painfully into her soft resisting flesh. He forced his whole hand beneath her unwilling cunt until his short stubby fingers could touch the crease where her buttocks folded over her thigh and then he squeezed fiercely as he would squeeze a half-drained sponge.
Carlos' hand between her legs was cruelly hurting Marvie and she struggled to escape his probing and the hot dirty hands of Punk which held her shoulders and head. Tears of terror and helplessness streamed from her eyes and ran down the sides of her face to the bedding. She knew the muscular forearm with the straining tendons and arteries could force the buried hand to close like a steel vise and crush her tiny pulsating vulva. Her breath was coming in gasps and the burning sensation in her stomach grew in a fever pitch as Carlos' finger slid smoothly over the moistening cunt. The lubricant was pouring from her slit like water from a newly tapped spring. His finger trenched at the sensitive budlike clitoris, triggering it to a hardening knot and turning on the automatic sprinkler system inside her virginal walls. Marvie's nipples burst out like water blisters in a sympathetic response to the stimulation in her slit which flooded out onto Carlos' hand.
"Yeah, baby, get your pussy all in a lather because I'm hungry and you gotta feed me," Carlos panted, his finger continuing to assault the unexplored regions of her vagina, his wrist continuing to disappear between her legs.
Marvie raised her head slightly and felt a shock as Carlos' black greasy hair covered the face he stuck in her pussy. He rammed his lips against the tender fleshy folds, battering the lips with his nose and breathing heavily and snorting, much like a boar on the scent of a female in heat.
He grabbed both cheeks of her tiny ass and bobbed his mouth back and forth, covering his lower face with the juices from her streaming cunt. Marvie gagged again on the filthy cloth in her mouth and felt a terrible taste as her insides knotted. He began rocking her body in his hands, tonguing hard to get her thick life-giving cum. He was delighting in ploughing this virginal field that was sweet like honey and thick like the blood of life. He wanted to ram his prick deep into her belly and fuck her until she demanded he come back often and take her mind off her fairy neighbors. Her wet lips were parted and he dipped his tongue deep into her snatch which was writhing and twisting in his grasp. He sucked and tongued, heating her for when he could jackhammer his blunt thick spear up the warm dark tunnel into her belly.
The pink moist flesh of Marvie's naked vagina was a defenseless sacrifice to Carlos' working lips. His tongue tortured her by running in circles over the ragged pink edges of her clit, flicking and lashing until it was a throbbing tiny prong. He buried the full length of his slippery snake tongue into the warm flowing walls of her honeypot-forcing entry like a machine dedicated to ravishing her womb.
Marvie shook her head and moaned deep in her throat where the filthy handkerchief Carlos had forced there was taking every ounce of moisture from her parched mouth.
His mouth continued to stab at her aching vagina and she felt his whiskers rasp along her tender legs. She threw her body as much as she could, rearing her cunt upward and then away from him. He was strong-she fought against him and the man holding her head and arms prisoner but they were far stronger than she and their hands held her tight. Carlos forced her legs and tiny ass against the bed as his face buried itself in her cunt. His tongue dipped into the hair of her body and there was assault after assault against her squirming mound. His mouth brought an incessantly implemented barrage against her tender body and the burning sensation which had started in her cunt spread along her legs. He stopped for a moment and raised his head. A small piece of brown cunt hair clung to his salivary thick lips. "Hey, I think this baby does have a hot pot. I think she likes it," Carlos told his partner. Marvie rolled her eyes and tried to shake her head but the men were unaware or disinterested in her struggle, only in their own burning and building lust.
Marvie heaved a long quivering sigh that shook her to her clenched fingers and toes and a renewed freshet of tears drenched the bed beside her.
Carlos again parted Marvie's legs and draped them over his shoulders. His mouth swooped down like a hungry bird on its food, descending ravenously on her most intimate flesh, lipping it and sucking it powerfully. He tongued Marvie's twat from one end to the other, penetrating the virginal cunt, swishing his tongue well in to the girl's aching, throbbing hole. She sucked and chewed greedily at the whole of Marvie's unwilling cunt which leaked hot juices into his mouth.
"She's like a well," Carlos muttered. "You would be able to feed a starving army for a year from this well," he said, lapping again obscenely. "I don't know what you do for a living but you ought to go into the grocery business, cause with this supply you'd make a million overnight."
"Oh, what a piece of machinery. It needs a lot of oiling but I got it, baby. And I got a piece of meat for you that you'd never forget."
Marvie was only aware of the heavy breathing in the room, the aching of her loins and the sound of her own heart beating in staccato manner. She was responding to the crude touches of this man she didn't even know. Her lips were quivering and beads of perspiration formed on her upper lip and ran from her face to mingle with the tears on the spread beneath her.
As she rolled her eyes, she could see Carlos' partner Punk. He had been holding her with just one hand and arm and had opened his trousers with the other. He was frantically working his shaft. Marvie shivered. It was huge and Marvie blanched at the sight. It was huge, long and thick and leaking a clear fluid from the skin-covered end. The sight of the uncircumcised cock was disgusting to her with its bluntness. She thought it looked more like a dark heavy club that could do her much harm when she compared it with the slender white shaft which Paul had held in his mouth the night before. The cock lunged out from a thick tangle of greasy-looking hair and parts of his fishbelly white abdomen showed at the top of his trousers. The white sticky substance continued to leak from the small opening as he ran his hand over its length.
"Lemme get some, too, Carlos," he pleaded. "I got me a hard on that won't quit. Lemme use something other than your old snot rag to keep her quiet... huh, lemme?"
"I don't give a fuck what you do," Carlos snarled. "Just keep her quiet-and lemme alone," he growled, raising his head only momentarily from her warm tunnel.
Punk released his hold on Marvie and ripped the cloth from her mouth. As she started to take a deep breath and ease her aching throat, he jammed his full, swollen cock between her lips. "Now don't you bite down." He prodded into her dry throat. "Hell, this ain't any better than my hand," he muttered, making a deep rasping sound in his throat. He withdrew his cock, forced Marvie's mouth open and spit his full load into her throat, jamming his dirty prick back in place. "Yeah, that's better," he said, mouth fucking into his spit and saliva.
Marvie's throat worked to eject the intruder. "Keep it in. Swallow every drop," Punk commanded. She tried to keep the acrid liquid off her tongue by drawing it back in her throat but Punk lunged with his buttocks, jamming his cock against the underside of her half-rolled tongue, driving it back so far in her throat that she had difficulty breathing. She found she could only get a breath if she let the prong rest on the surface of her tongue and breathed through the corners of her mouth.
Punk had his fingers twined in her hair. His eyes were closed and he was crooning a little way back in this throat as he mouth fucked the girl. Each time she stopped moving her tongue, Punk would yank on her hair so viciously that tears would come to her eyes. She had to do what he wanted to survive-they might even kill her if she resisted their demand. She sucked hungrily at the choking cock, haltingly bringing her tongue into play against the surface of the prickskin. She continued working with her mouth, almost oblivious to Chios' continuing assault on her pussy.
He'd eaten lots of cunt before but this was the best. The perfume filled his nostrils and now he had a warm honey butter that teased his tongue and flowed down his throat. He was grateful to Don and Paul for paying him to get such a good thing. Their ideas about sex had revolted him but now he was glad that they liked it their way 'cause it gave him a chance to get what he liked best. Her pot flowed not with the acrid fumes that sometimes almost knocked him out or the distilled watery fluids that couldn't nourish a dying man but with a richness that made him dizzy.
Marvie's sucking was like a straw leading right to Punk's cumwalls and drawing his hot liquid seed up to drown her thirsty belly. Fluid dripped from the corners of Marvie's mouth and ran in tiny rivulets back down the length of the shiny pole that impaled her and cut off the air from her windpipe.
She lunged almost off the bed at a searing, jabbing, screaming pain as Carlos rammed his blood-swollen cock into her cunt. A long, low howl crept from her feet and escaped with an indescribable, bubbling, babbling muffled sound over the edges of the massive prick loading her throat. Every raw nerve in her female sensory machinery was raging at her. The prong was jabbing at her tender tunnel. The hard throbbing prick had parted the full fleshy hairlips of Marvie's clit. She shuddered but was unable to move with the pressure of Punk's body against her face and his prong impaling her throat. She tried to hold her breath against the tearing pain. The tip of Carlos' dick was just splitting her snatch.
His excited balls demanded that he lay into her-that he split her pussy and the muscles of his buttocks tightened as he rammed forward.
"Aaaaaaagggghhhh!"
Marvie screamed as the broad fire-hot poker swizzled like a spinning rocket into the smooth virginal walls of her slit, breaking through the tight ring of her virginity and on, on, on into the warm, wet dark cavern deep in her body. The white hot shaft bore on, endlessly, mercilessly into the expanding tunnel.
She groaned and pushed against the double assault, at the depraved attack on her unprotected genitals.
She felt as though her entire lower body had suddenly been dipped into molten lead and she was covered with searing shock and pain at the savage ripping of her body. Carlos' blunt destructive cock ripped into her slit like a bullet tearing from a gun, stabbing and bayoneting the virginal tunnel with no thought of pain or damage, like a runaway railroad car racing off the track until his pelvis rock drilled into Marvie's split loins and his balls rocked heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass. The shaft tore through a million tiny silken threads deep in her body and the head rammed against the deepest spot of her belly.
"Goddamn, she's really tight. An honest-to-God virgin. The first one I've had since I was twelve," Carlos grunted. He pushed his gristle up inside her in a series of ramming lunges, a tidal wave of rammings, intent to pierce her through to her belly. He battered his stiff cock against every inch of the honeypot walls.
The more Marvie tried to escape him, the more her movements jammed her aching cunt against his shaft. Each movement on her part was an assist to him in his attack.
With one final jolt that caused a wave of pain to sweep the length of her body, Marvie tried to scream but her throat only closed tightly on Punk's shaft. It was at the same moment that both men reared and crashed into searing climaxes-and Marvie lost consciousness.
Carlos' thick penis inside Marvie's cunt started to shrink to softness and he withdrew it with a wet sucking sound, a thin transparent thread of cum still seeping from the head.
"Well, one thing for sure, she had the best fuck she's ever gonna get," Carlos boasted. He rested his hand on the sweat-soaked pussy hair, pressing the wet smooth surface.
"Yeah, Paul and Don put us onto a good thing," Punkie said, stuffing his wet limp cock into his filthy pants front. They paused and looked back at Marvie from the doorway. She lay completely limp, her legs still splayed as Carlos had left them, a small trickle of Punk's cum falling from the corner of her mouth.
"Hey, Carlos, you think she's okay? She sure looks lifeless. Ya didn't kill her did ya?"
"Hell, no," Carlos said. "Who ever heard of anybody getting fucked to death?"
They laughed obscenely and went out into the hall, pulling the door shut behind them.
When she regained her senses, Marvie found she was alone in the room. She moved ever so slightly and found that each inch of her body screamed in resentment at the movement. She tried her legs and found they would indeed barely support her weight. She wobbled to the washstand and turned on the faucets, moaning slightly. She moved slowly to the toilet and directed a torrential stream into the bowl.
"Oh, God, what will I do if I'm pregnant? Oh, oooh, no, what if I got some terrible disease from those horrible men?" Should she call the police? "I'd rather die than tell anyone about this." She sat on the toilet and wept bitterly, partly in shame and partly because she knew she had responded when that foul Carlos used his mouth, licking, tonguing, and nibbling. She raised herself and turned on the water in the tub. "A hot bath, that's what I need ... to scrub inside and out." She spat into the washbasin and then scrubbed her teeth several times, taking care not to look at her reflection in the mirror. She eased herself into the steaming water quite gingerly and lay back, still unable to admit she'd been raped.
"How-why-how could it have happened to me?" and her tears mingled with the water. She lay in the water for a long while, occasionally splashing some on her tear-stained and swollen face. Her aching muscles pulled under her legs and she almost yelped as she stepped from the tub and reached for a towel. Drying herself, Marvie still could not look in the mirror. She pulled a thin gown over her head and lay on the bed. It was another hot night and she would liked to have opened the window but she was fearful of again intruding on her neighbors across the building well. She turned on her stomach and cried herself to sleep.