Chapter 14
Every wealthy man, at one time or another, is surrounded by leeches. These are the totally useless breed of people who are not wealthy, but who hang around those who are in the hope of catching some of the dregs cast off by the wealthy. They're the ones who unin-vitedly attend society parties.
Ambrose Wallace might very well have become a leech had his grandfather not left him all that money. In his youth, he hung around with quite a few future leeches, and for a while they became his friends, especially when he came into money. But having known them for such a relatively long time, it took almost no time at all for him to realize they hung around him because of his money, and as a result, he eventually divested himself of them.
However, every now and again, a few of the leeches surfaced, if only to see what it was Ambrose was casting away, and whether or not it was usable. As a result, the evening that Ambrose drove Amanda home, his car was followed by two former friends who were definite leeches.
Leonard "Pig" Keene was the quieter of the two leeches. He always observed, suggested, and waited until he was certain it was safe before committing himself. He was called "Pig" because he had a snout-like nose and had otherwise flat, porcine features. He wasn't overweight, nor did his hair look bristly. He had short, brown hair, a pale complexion, and was extremely intelligent. But he hated to work, and so existed by being a leech.
His associate, also known as Leonard, had no nickname except for Len. He was Len Shaver, taller, better looking than Pig, and a sometimes-stud. Like Pig, he was a leech, but was more successful because of his better looks. However, his success was almost always with older, flabbier women who interested him only in that they gave him money to perform. Like Pig, Len had a hankering for the better things in life, and as a result, occasionally hung around Ambrose's house, though out of sight.
When they saw the Rolls emerge from Ambrose's garage, and saw the pretty, petite redhead in it, they surmised, correctly, that Ambrose was about to dump another of his many women. Occasionally, they followed Ambrose to where he let the chick off, and then once in a while, if the chick looked like she was worth it, they tumbled her once or twice. The women always objected, but there wasn't a damn thing they were able to do, except fuck. The women were always too ashamed to call the police, afterward.
They followed the Rolls, and they watched Amanda emerge. Parking their old 1957 dune buggy at the curb, they waited until Ambrose had pulled away, and they followed Amanda into the apartment building. Ambrose had given her back her purse with her keys, and she had unlocked her apartment door and was about to go inside when she felt a hand press the middle of her back and shove her in. She staggered into the small studio apartment, turned, and saw the two men.
"Who are you and what do you want?" she gasped, this time very much frightened, since neither of these two men was in the least appealing to her.
"Who we are doesn't matter," Pig said quietly. "Why we're here is simple. We want to fuck you. Don't hand us any shit about you not wanting it, because what you want counts for nothing. We're going to fuck you, then we're going to leave, and you'll never see us again. Fight us, and we'll hold you down, fuck you, and beat the shit out of you as well."
"Off with the clothes or we tear them off," Len Shaver snapped.
"I'll call the police," Amanda gasped.
"Touch the phone and we'll be forced to break your wrists before we go ahead and fuck you, honey," he smiled. "Move that ass and strip those duds off."
Trembling, Amanda realized she had no choice, though this time she was definitely completely unwilling. She plainly detested both men, and wondered if Ambrose had sent them to make sure she wouldn't be able to claim the baby was his. No, somehow she didn't think Ambrose capable of something like that.
She removed all of her clothing quickly, unceremoniously, leaving everything in a corner of the room, and when she turned to face the two men, they had also undressed. The one called Pig was flabby and soft, and though he had an erection, it was much smaller than the one she had seen attached to Ambrose. Len, on the other hand, had what might be termed a normal-sized penis. It wasn't nearly as long as Ambrose's, but he was considereably longer and thicker than Pig.
It was Len who grabbed her and forced her down on the floor. For a moment she thought he was going to make her suck his cock, but he slammed her onto her back, hurled himself on top of her, and then without a word, forced his cock into her dry cunt.
"Owwwwww ... you'll kill meeeeeeee...." she screamed as the thick knob of the penis pushed into her dry interior.
"Well, you have to admit," Pig smirked, standing above them, "you can't find a better way to die."
"Damn ... unnnhhhhh ... both of you," she gasped. "It hurts!"
"This is only the beginning, lady," Len told her, Looking up at his buddy, he said, "Come on, Pig. Fuck her in the ass."
The remark burned into Amanda's consciousness. Though she had already been ass-fucked once today, her vagina had been empty at the time. These two had to be crazy. With a hard cock in her cunt, it would make her anal tunnel so much narrower, and even a prick as skinny as Pig's would have difficulty fitting in. As it was, the one in her cunt had gone in dry, and it was in the process of ripping her interior to shreds. A penis in her rectum at a time like this would probably rip out her entire interior. Besides, a penis was too thick to even fit in there as long as one was in her vagina.
But she saw the idea make the porcine-looking man's eyes suddenly light up with wantonness. He was panting, breathing very heavily."
"Damn it all," he muttered, "that's just what Im going to do."
His small, slender cock was jumping up and down with anxiety. It was about as long and as thick as it was going to get, but as he thought about sodomizing the poor girl, it twitched, as if to let Amanda know the idea appealed more and more to him. It wasn't even the idea of punishing her as much as it was simply enjoying her asshole while Len's cock was in her cunt. Pig was not a vindictive man. He didn't believe in getting revenge for anything, but he did believe in taking his enjoyment wherever he was able to find it.
"Roll over with her, Len," he said. "Let's see what was so special about this one in the first place that Ambrose went out of his way to keep her in his house. Hey, honey, how long did Ambrose keep you there, a week?"
Amanda ignored him, her ears picking up the quivering lust in his voice as he told his friend to roll her over. Len slammed the full length of his throbbing cock as far into her as possible, stretching her dried pussy that much more, making all kinds of grunts as his cock sank a little deeper. He kept pushing, making certain he was all the way in, and Amanda, with tears of pain running down her white cheeks, felt herself being roughly tugged against his body as he rolled over so that she was the one on top. His hands gripped her small ass cheeks, making certain to hold her in place.
This was humiliating. Worse, it was disgusting! Two men she had never met before, both of whom she found utterly detestable, were using her body unceremoniously, raping her in a way Ambrose would never have done. They had mentioned Ambrose's name, so she knew they were acquainted with him, but she was still unable to accept the fact that he had sent them over here.
Her womb was on fire, but it wasn't with lust. It was beginning to burn with agony because the membranes were dry and not elastic, and though Len's cock wasn't nearly as thick as Ambrose's, it make her dry pussy hurt. Now her buttocks were sticking up in the air because the men had forced her to balance herself on her knees. She saw the other man approach, waving his puny penis, but thin as it was, she knew it would rip her apart. She groaned as Pig kneeled behind her.
"Please," she said, weeping. "Please don't do this to me."
"Ah, shut up, lady," Len said, beneath her, holding her ass up and making certain it was steady.
Her brain was spinning, a mass of totally confused apprehension. She wasn't worried about anyone else walking in. In fact, her biggest worry was the fact that she was totally alone, and would probably still be alone even after these men were gone. Her mother was the only person in the world who cared about her, but her mother had a life of her own to lead. Amanda had known a taste of love. Then she had lost it because the man was too cowardly to admit how he felt about her.
Even as she thought all this, she felt the swollen pulsations of Len's hard cock continuing to flex, and she was aware that her body, tutored so well in three rapes by Ambrose, was already beginning to respond. Her body didn't need love. It responded to physical lust. Little by little juices were beginning to flow in her vaginal channel, an elastically tight channel whose walls were slowly being oiled. As a result she was beginning to widen inside, and the pain faded while the pleasure continued intensifying.
Len gripped her body even more tightly now, his long, swollen penis impaled to its entire length in the slowly moistening, tight depths of her tantalizing, quivering young cunt. His knees kept her soft, tender thighs spread licentiously apart, leaving her tiny, puckered nether hole naked and exposed to the assault of the penis of the man called Pig. Amanda felt really helpless for the first time. With Ruth there had been an element of wanting to learn. With Ambrose there had been love. But with these two there was absolutely nothing, and as a result, she felt herself truly being used in an unwanted way.
Pig moved between the rondular spheres that were her two quivering, widespread asscheeks, pressing his desire-aroused snout close to where his chum's throbbing cock was buried in the tightness of her squeezing cunt. Her angle was such, the smooth, whitely rounded cheeks of her buttocks had been tugged wide apart, exposing the little pucker of her tiny rosebud-like anus. He saw the way it winked in the moistened valley above the oil-coated penis buried all the way into the nibbling tunnel of her pussy. Ah, but her ass was something else again. It was a much narrower little pucker, and though it looked wider than it might, letting him know of the possibility of her having been fucked there before, he was certain she had never taken a cock in there while her cunt had another cock in it. All in all it looked like this asshole was going to be one helluva tight fit.
Without say a word, Pig extended his forefinger and probed into the snug, rubbery tightness of her resisting rear passage, deciding to widen it a little before ramming his cock in there. What the hell! Give the bitch a little bit of a break! Besides, if he didn't, he might never be able to fit his cock into her.
"Uuuuunnnnggghhhhh! No! No! Don't...." Amanda gasped out loud, tightening her rectal pucker when he touched it. As a result, she felt more than a little pain when he poked his long-nailed finger into her. The finger was burning because of the way she squeezed her sphincter so tightly around it. But even now her body was getting more and more aroused, trembling with an inner lust that seethed its way through her internal self. She felt salacious anticipation.
This whole thing was insane. The man behind her intended nailing his cock into that tiny narrow hole between her asscheeks, and it would be tormenting. He wasn't even going to bother moistening the area back there. She realized his finger was merely a prelude to his cock, the digit widening her asshole just enough so that the cock would fit in. He certanly wasn't doing this out of consideration for her. With the cock buried in her cunt pressing on the membrane separating her rectum from her vagina, there would be an excess of agony.
Her experiences with Ambrose made her realize she had a latent streak of masochism in her, and merely thinking about what was going to happen to her made her feel hotter than ever as his finger slowly but surely wormed its way that much deeper into her defenseless rectum. The oval slowly, painfully enlarged, the opening looking more and more primed for his hot, hard cock.
Amanda was aware of the finger in her rectum slowly pushing deeper and deeper into her, and she suddenly turned her head to look at the pig-faced man. That was when she saw the fiery lust in his eyes and knew nothing would deter him-nothing! He was hungry to fuck her back there, all right. She wondered if he would have thought of fucking her in her rear passage if the one probing her cunt with his cock had not suggested it.
Amanda was aware these two men didn't give a damn about hurting or not hurting her. They didn't give a damn about anyone or anything other than themselves. That was the way they lived.
She tried in vain to wiggle her rounded buttocks away from the one called Pig, trying her hardest to escape the unnatural assault of his probing finger, but it was no use. He was screwing the finger in and out of her hot, tight, spongy, rubbery anal flesh.
Amanda sensed the scraping pressure of the finger as it rubbed against her separating membrane, actually rubbing against the underside of Len's cock. The cock seemingly responded by twitching in her cunt.
Pig decided he was unable to hold himself back any longer. He tugged his finger from her tight rectal tunnel. It made a lewd popping sound when it came out, and the sound seemed to excite him all the more. His churning testicles felt ready to explode in their protective sac if he didn't hurry and sink his cock into her.
Amanda felt herself being solidly tugged all the more firmly against the hairless chest belonging to the one called Len. Now she felt the one known as Pig lean across her back, the brillo-like hair of his pelvis scratching the smooth skin of her asscheeks. He pulled back a little and placed the bulbous tip of his salaciously swollen and bloated penis between the soft, tiny cushion-like pillows of her swollen asscheeks. It pressed firmly into the softly yielding crevice, and it touched the rectal pucker. Len continued holding her body tightly against his, and Pig slowly began pushing his own penis forward. The massive penile head began thrusting into her narrow tightness, stretching the tiny opening as the pointed tip of Pig's cock throbbed with licentious and overpower desire.
"Hhhhhhaaaacuuuunnnnnggghhh!" Amanda softly grunted as the heavy, porcine man continued to relentlessly and mercilessly expant the tight, eleastic ring of her sphincter.
Amanda was shuddering with fright, wondering if she would ever be able to survive this obscene punishment. She realized the pain she was already feeling was overpowering, and because of the two penises, the agony promised to be even greater. She felt him lurch forward again, and the agony became too much for her to bear. She was certain that her body would never be able to withstand much more of this. He would kill her by ripping her inside-out.
"Aaaaaaannnnnhhhh! Goddddd! No morrrrre ... no morrrrre ... please ... oh please...." she begged.
She screamed wildly, her body flailing in useless protest as she tried to writhe away from the pressure. Torment was continuing to mount higher and higher, working its way through her shudderingly soft body. But the two men had her firmly between them, and she was totally helpless.
Ignoring the girl's screaming shouts, Pig rammed his lust-incited hips forward with all his might. He pushed again, then again, and felt her tightly clenching anal sphincter suddenly surrender to the very brutality of his driving force. Cramming with all his strength, he rammed his heavy penile head into her tiny, widely stretched anal opening, feeling her sphincter clamp tightly around it-like a trap.
"Ggggghhhhannnnggghhh!" Amanda gagged out, her knifed rectum being stretched in spite of the fact that the penis in her cunt had made it so much narrower.
The agony of Pig's sodomizing attack slammed into her brain with the force of a falling brick wall. She desperately tried freeing herself, but there was no getting away from it. The sudden conflict between agonizing pain and the diffused mixture of lust and desire was overpowering. Yet somehow it seemed a natural culmination to all that was happening to her. After all, everything Ambrose had done to her had ended in delight. But she had to admit had she not been with Ambrose first, in all probability her body would not be attuned to sexual feeling, and all she might sense was the pain. Common sense told her to give up the struggling, and she did so.
Pig felt the complete surrender of her body, and attacking with his thrusting hips, he spiked his hardened totem pole of wrathful flesh another three inches into her heated, rubbery tunnel, making Amanda gasp all over again. Her powerful sphincter clamped tightly around the throbbing lance, but the pressure only made Pig that much more anxious.
Hell! He'd show this cunt! He was every bit as good as that creep who had just dumped her. His cock was capable of doing all the fancy things the other man's cock was able to do. He would bury the full length of his meat in the tightness of her squeezing asshole and give her the drubbing of her life. Hell! He wished the head of his cock was long enough to reach into her colon. He was never really capable of doing any damage to a woman, not even with a cock like Len's buried in her cunt. Still, to him it felt as if his cock was longer than it really was, so he continued pounding it
'nto her. He shoved again, and the soft, tender walls of her rectum, now being lubricated with the seeping hot oils coming from the tip of his penis, seemed to yield more willingly, and he leaned forward, lying on her back a little as his thighs pressed against the shimmering whiteness of her swollen asscheeks.
"Ooo ooonnn nhhhhh! Hhh hhaaaa nnnhhhh! Ggg gghhhh huuuuu nnnnnng gggggh hhh ... aaa nnnnng ghhhhh h!" Amanda gasped.
She felt as if a burning finger had been thrust into the narrows of her rectum. It was as if someone was trying to slice her in two with a thin piece of wire-as if she were made of cheese. Her trembling loins were widely stretched, and she was grateful the man had such a small cock. She was clearly able to imagine what would have happened if this man had a cock as long and as thick as Ambrose. Both penises in her body were attached to monsters as far as she was concerned. She hated both men, and she would find some way to revenge herself on them for doing this horrible thing to her.
Ambrose had fucked her each time with the intention of enjoying her, but his enjoyment also stemmed from the knowledge he was making her change her screams to thrills. Both these men didn't care one way or the other how she reacted. Both were in her to satisfy themselves, not giving a damn if she came or not. Here she was, sandwiched between them. But even as the pain in her rectum began to decrease as it had when Ambrose had fucked her ass, the searing fires continuing to mount in her shuddering body kept on building. The thrills were heightening to a fantastic, ecstatic feeling, which became an erotic blend of heavy passion and decreasing pain. The vibrant enjoyment quivering in her shuddering belly seemed to become stronger with every passing moment in time.
"Come on!" Len napped to Pig, since Len was the one on the bottom and had to bear the weight of both, Amanda and the other man. "Start fucking, already. I ain't got all day."
Amanda was aware of Pig's buried cock locked into her rectum now, the head reaching in as far as possible, and he was grinding against her, as if trying to fuck his cock even deeper into her body. But the penis was as far into her as it was going. Amanda felt mounting enjoyment brought on by the poking tip of the hard cock as it swelled with increasing lust when he arched his hips away and back, trying hard to match the rhythm of Len's cock pumping into her sodden cunt.
Amanda's pink tongue circled her parched lips repeatedly as the tension of desire became increasingly stronger while the pain continued to deminish, until little by little it completely faded away. All Amanda now felt was the total wonderful impalement of the two penises in her quivering body.
Amanda thought of herself as a single receptacle with many entrances. Her mind, her arms, her legs, her belly, her buttocks, her breasts, her fingers, even her toes were all part of the receptace. She was all hollow inside, and seemingly waiting to be filled again and agian with masculine semen. At the moment, she felt willing to take even more penises in her body. She wanted to feel one stuffed in her mouth. Remembering what Ruth had said, she ached to feel one in each ear, one in each nostril, another in her navel, and one in each hand. Unbelievable bliss was pouring through her. She had been totally corrupted, and she realized now she loved it, every bit of it. Granted she would have liked it more if she was doing this with men she loved, but the nicest thing about this kind of corruption was that if she shut her eyes and didn't look at the two men, she was able to enjoy it. The more bizarre, the better.
The twin driving pleasure-causing penises were continually and relentlessly powering into her responding genitalia. The smaller one in her rectum seemed to fit so perfectly, now. It rammed back and forth in perfect rhythm, while the one in her vagina matched it with simultaneous movements of its own, causing wild, thrilling feeling to build ever higher in her. Passion burned in her young, helpless body, passion for the act itself, but passion without love. She felt herself being buffered about like a feather in the wind as the two men fucking her furiously strained toward their orgasms. She was undulating insanely now, her sensuously aroused body between those of the two men, her rounded white buttocks moving in lazy, crazy circles.
"Yessssss!" Amanda heard someone hiss. "Fuck harder, harder, harder! Come on! Come on! Don't stop now! More! More! More! fuck!"
That was when she realized it was she who was doing the screaming, and at the top of her lungs. What was more, the two men heard her and automatically responded, proving how anxious they both were to grant her yearning request. Their rhythm was perfect now, the two of them pounding solidly into her. Len's hips would angle upward so that he was able to drive all the more deeply into her cunt, while Pig's cock drove downward into the narrow defile that was her rectum. Her hotly clutching tunnels squeezed themselves thightly around both penises. She felt pincered between the two shuddering men, hearing their heated breath in her ears, feeling it wash all over her face and neck. This lacked love, but it was no less erotic. It was as erotic as anything she had ever done with Ambrose, not because either of the men was that good, but merely because two cocks were fucking her at the same time. Each was competent, though not great. Two competent cocks were almost as good as one great one-almost, not quite. Her vagina and asshole squeezed all the more tightly around the twin male organs, enjoying the way they probed and pierced her body. She was intent on milking both organs of their semen, aching to feel them shoot, but also aching to achieve her own satisfacion, as well.
That orgasm she so wanted was lurking nearby. She felt it somewhere deep down inside her. It was slowly rising, mounting within her, and she knew this one was going to be good only because it would be different. She had experienced a fantastic vaginal orgasm and an unbelievable anal climax, and right now she was going to undergo a combination anal-vaginal orgasms. It would be enough to send her to the moon. It would also give her an inkling of what a dual orgasm was all about, but she knew if she ever did marry a man she loved, she would have to be content with single orgasms.
But at the moment the sensations were building in her cunt and her rectum at the same time. She wondered what it would be like to have a third man licking her clitoris. Man? At the moment she would have settled for Ruth licking her pussy. Hell! Ruth certainly owed her.
She felt surrounded, inundated, soaked, totally overwhelmed with the near-ultimate in lust-satisfying, orgasmic sensations, giving and taking at the same time, diriving her to ecstatic heights beyond belief. Her mouth had the very taste of climax in it, and her nostrils were quivering with the scent of it, all blending together with the tingling sensations in her belly. Soon she would feel it all culminating in both, her screaming rectum and her heatedly foaming cunt. This was as close to total fulfillment as a woman was able to get without feeling love. She found herself soaring higher and higher, the wondrous peak almost within reach.
Sandwiched between the two bodies, Amanda trembled with strong orgasmic energy, her burning vagina and clutching asshole pulling insanely, with heavy, violent power on the two probing lengths buried in her teeming orifices. Her movements became a trigger for all the electrical passion shooting through the three of them.
Pig's skinny cock slammed deep into her narrow rectum, and he began shouting, "AAAAAY YYY-AAA AANNNN GGGGGH HHHAAA AAGGGH HHHUUU GGGGHH HHH!" It began firing sporadically into her large intestine.
Len followed, sending blast after blast of sperm into her vagina, climaxing silently as he cluthced her tightly against him. The twin jet streams was all Amanda needed to send her flying to paradise, and the dual orgasm totally overwhelmed her. The combination was so powerful, that added to the previous weakness from her earlier orgasm, she fainted.