Chapter 5
"Fuck me standing up," Ginny wheezed, sliding off the desk and bracing herself against it with her hands, her legs spread wide apart.
"Sure, baby, anything you say," Jimmy groaned, slipping his trousers down over his feet and stepping out of them. He needed no further urging. Positioning himself between the smoothly sculpted columns of her creamy thighs, he bent his knees slightly and braced himself against the desk with one hand, using the other to guide his massive rod up to the cushioned entrance of her softly pulsing cuntal slit. Pressing forward slightly, he felt the bulbous head slide easily up inside, and her throbbing cuntal wetness close damply around it.
Ginny wiggled her hips in a lewd circular motion, sucking his rigidly hard shaft up inside her cunt little by little, each delicious movement sending hot thrills of mounting sexual urgency searing through her loins. Finally it was all the way inside her burning depths, and he could feel the tender cushion of her cervix pressing against the lust-inflamed tip.
Slowly he drew back again, then plunged swiftly forward. Ginny yelped as his cock rammed hard up inside her, and she tightened her cuntal muscles against it, forcing it into even greater hardness.
Shifting his position slightly, Jimmy slipped his hands behind her and seized the fleshy half-moons of her buttocks, squeezing and kneading them and pulling her tighter up against him. Now he began to fuck her in earnest, slicing into her with long, slamming strokes. With each plunging blow, Ginny arched her body to receive her, opening her thighs even further to take him inside completely.
"Oh, yessss ..." she screamed, out of control now, "... do it harder, lover ... give it all to me ... every fucking inch of that wonderful coccccckkkk!"
Lainie wanted to shut her eyes and ears to the obscene sights and sounds in the small office, didn't want to see the lurid vision that was being forever imprinted on her unwilling mind. She almost felt sick to her stomach again. And at the same time as she felt revulsion and loathing for Jimmy and Ginny, her hand was playing erotically at the strip of material that covered her warmly churning cunt. Suddenly it wasn't enough to finger herself so obscenely on the outside! Hardly aware of what she was doing, she slipped the offending hand down inside her slacks, sliding it under the tight elastic waistband of her nylon panties and down to the furiously aching trench of her ripe cunt.
She uttered a muffled sob as her fingers touched the silken curls of her golden triangle, then probed at the ripe, moist bud of her clitoris. Again her mind cried out silently-what am I doing? But she couldn't stop. The obscene, electric surges of joy that shot through her pussy wanted more. Lewdly she began to massage the soft delicate pulsating bud rapidly with her finger.
Suddenly she heard Ginny screaming again.
"Stick your finger in my asshole!" the writhing redhead demanded. "Now, you beautiful bastard you, now!"
This was the final indignity for Lainie. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw the handsome man searching the deep furrow of the redhead's anal crevice until his fingers found the tightly clenched and puckered ring of Ginny's rectal opening. Trying to help him, Ginny reached down and stretched her buttocks wide apart so that Jimmy didn't have to break the rhythm of his lustily pistoning strokes in order to keep his balance. For a moment he reached around her pulsating anal entrance, then, as she thrust her roundly flaring hips backwards, he gave her her wish, jamming his middle finger deep up inside her burning asshole.
"YESSSSS!" Ginny wailed as a burning sensation of pleasure shot deliciously through her impaled loins. "More ... give me more!"
Jimmy thrust again, this time completely skewering her as she continued to wail in helpless agony and excitement, digging her scarlet fingernails into the muscles of his naked shoulders.
Lainie almost fell to her knees from shock. She hadn't even dreamed that a woman would actually want something so revolting! She started to turn, but her feet once again refused to obey her. Instead, she found her face pressed against the curtain, her eyes glued to the obscene and pornographic spectacle being played out in the office.
Her own hand was furiously pumping at her gaping cuntal wound as wild, maddening sensations of pleasure rocked her whole body and made her knees weak. Ginny was pinned against the hard edge of the desk now as the two shafts plunged in and out of her cunt and asshole with increasing speed and determination. She writhed and squirmed frantically, loving the pain and pleasure that coursed deliciously through her body, bringing her closer and closer to the moment when she would explode in tumultuous, mind-shattering release.
Jimmy, too, knew that he was fast approaching the moment when he could hold back his own scalding seed any longer. He fought it as long as he could, slowing the savage pace of his cock and finger, wanting to enjoy the delicious sensations of sexual ecstasy as long as possible.
But Lainie was out of control. Her mind strummed her slickened pussy-flesh and clitoris without mercy, her mouth agape, her head twisting from side to side as she felt her overwhelming orgasm about to explode in her loins. Why isn't he fucking me? Her reeling, lust-charged brain demanded. Why is he fucking that redheaded slut?
She hated Ginny with a deep passion, almost as much as she hated the handsome man who was laboring obscenely over the redhead's almost naked body. It was their fault this was happening to her. She hadn't wanted to stay! She hadn't deliberately spied upon their obscene lovemaking!
Then, just as Lainie reached the peak of her own sexual excitement, Ginny suddenly began to gyrate wildly against the powerfully fucking man, sucking his lewdly probing cock and finger deeper up inside her.
"I'm coming, lover, oh, oh, oooohhhh, I'M GOING TO COME!" she wailed. "Give it to me, baby, give me every goddamned inch of that thing. HARDER ... HARDER ... HARDERRRRR!"
Her eyes were rolling uncontrollably in her head, her pretty face contorted with ecstasy as her climax shuddered through her with the force of an earthquake.
And Lainie came at the same time.
For a split-second her body tensed and her fingers ceased the wild tattoo against her wetly churning pussy. Then, with one overwhelming rush, the first unbelievably exquisite orgasm exploded deep inside her cunt. Then another. Then another. She was groaning aloud, her whole lower body twisting and writhing from the demonic force of the galvanic shocks that were ripping her pussy and belly apart.
But neither Ginny nor Jimmy heard her squeals of rapture.
Jimmy threw his head back and growled like an animal as the first hot jets of his milky semen squirted out of the end of his plunging cock and into Ginny's nakedly quivering loins. The scalding juices oozed out over his glistening shaft and onto Ginny's gyrating, quivering thighs, and she pressed her cunt down over the gigantic rod to absorb more and more of its delightful bulk.
Outside the office, listening and watching intently, Lainie was sobbing with helpless ecstasy as her fingers dug into the silken gash between her legs. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of wanton orgasm, her passions ebbed, leaving her trembling and shaken by what she had done.
She focused her eyes on the two squirming bodies inside the office. Jimmy was laughing lewdly as he pulled his semen slickened cock out of Ginny's gaping cunt and fell against the desk in exhaustion. The redhead calmly reached down and began to finger out one more orgasm from her squish pussy, licking her lips with appreciation as the jolting climax rushed through her.
Then, after recovering their breath, they began dressing slowly, without haste Alarmed that she would be discovered, Lainie pulled her own hand out of her moisture-filled cunt and raced back into the outer office.
She was leafing through the magazine again when the door opened and the smiling couple came back into the cashier's office.
"Ready to go home?" Ginny asked in a throaty voice, a lewd, sultry smile on her pretty face. She looked completely satisfied and without a trace of shame or embarrassment.
"Y-y-yes," Lainie muttered, trying to avert her eyes, her face flushed with shame at the continued quaking in her pussy.
"See you ladies tomorrow morning, huh?" Jimmy laughed. "Shall I pick you up, Lainie?"
She shook her head furiously, hating him, wanting to kill him for making her feel this way. And if she would have had a gun at that moment, he would have been dead.
The next few days seemed to fly by for Lainie. Surprisingly, Jimmy acted almost as if she weren't there in the office of the gas station every day. He was polite, of course, but he made no move to repeat the obscene experience of that fateful first afternoon.
Lainie worked hard learning the business and becoming an efficient cashier. The other employees and the customers were friendly enough, but they sensed that she wanted no part of the crude bantering that Ginny allowed. Ginny drove her back and forth between her apartment and the gas station, but they were far from friends.
Hardest of all for the distraught young wife were the brief moments she spend in the visiting room of the jail with Carl. As the days slipped by with no hope of his quick release on bail, the young husband became embittered and whining, blaming Lainie for his troubles. She knew that it would do no good to protest that it simply wasn't true. Carl had his mind made up and nothing would change. Not even the news that she was working now made any difference in his attitude.
Plagued with her own obscene guilt, Lainie began visiting him only every other day, hating even those ugly confrontations. When Carl complained, she pleaded the press of work, knowing that he didn't accept her excuses.
She saw Hank Groggins only once in the next few days. The lecherous apartment manager was watering the lawn one morning when she came down to wait for Ginny to pick her up. He nodded at her, the bruise on his cheekbone obvious. But he said nothing when she appeared, shutting off the hose and quickly remembering a more important chore in some other part of the building.
Only the nights were pleasurable for Lainie. They were filled with wild, erotic, overwhelming sexual fantasies. She masturbated frequently now, strummed her damply churning cuntal flesh until her fingers were exhausted and her body had found release from the torrid desires that seemed to be building with each passing day.
At first she was puzzled by Jimmy's seeming indifference to her presence at the station. Then, as he continued to ignore her, she tried to find little ways to be alone with him. She was filled with deep shame and embarrassment at those moments, but she couldn't help herself. It was almost as if she were trying to force another sexual confrontation so that she could sneeringly reject him.
Ginny and Jimmy repeated their torrid lovemaking in the office, causing Lainie to go almost out of her mind with renewed jealousy and hatred for them both. And neither of them seemed to care that Lainie knew what they were doing, making things all that much worse for the emotionally drained young wife.
And then that fateful Saturday.
It was Jimmy's practice to close everything but the gas pumps on Saturdays, giving all the employees but one attendant the rest of the weekend off. There was nothing particularly generous in this. There were a few weekend customers at their downtown location, and Jimmy O'Brien had no intention of keeping a well-paid mechanic on duty with nothing to do.
Lainie could have taken the day off, but she preferred to stay and work that afternoon, hoping to go over the books and learn as much as she could without the pressure of a continual stream of customers interrupting her.
The afternoon went quickly and before she knew it, the time was almost six o'clock. The stupid young attendant was cleaning up the station in preparation for closing when the battered old sedan pulled in and came to a stop in front of the pumps.
"Gimme a buck's worth of gas," the hard-faced youth behind the wheel said to the attendant, his eyes taking in the whole area. It seemed obvious that no one else was about because, at that moment Lainie had gone to the restroom, leaving the office empty.
The youth waited until the gas had been delivered to the tank of the car, then got out and stretched his stocky, muscular young body.
"Want me to check under the hood?" the attendant asked in a bored voice.
"Nah, it's okay," the customer said, giving the entire area another quick visual check. He seemed satisfied as he reached into the pocket of his denim jacket while the attendant waited with outstretched hand.
The boy's eyes widened with alarm as he found himself staring down the barrel of a .38 caliber revolver instead of payment for the gas.
"W-w-what is this?" he asked in a fear-filled voice, his knees trembling violently.
"It's a stick-up, you moron!" he other youth snarled, returning the gun to his pocket where the barrel still pointed menacingly at the terrified attendant. "I'm going to say this just once and only once! I want all your cash ... every fucking nickel of it, you dig?"
The attendant nodded swiftly, his adam's-apple moving up and down furiously as he fought the nausea building in his stomach.
Jimmy O'Brien had a strict rule that everything taken in above fifty dollars for change was to go into a small wall safe on the station's front. On Monday morning the safe was opened and the money transferred into the cash drawer by Ginny.
"T-t-take it, man, take it all ..." the attendant said, his body shivering as he handed over the wad of bills from his pocket. "Hey, man, don't shoot me ... please, for chrissakes, don't shoot me!"
"Shut up!" the customer said, using one hand to quickly count the money he been given. His face hardened dangerously when he was finished. "What the fuck is this? There's only about forty bucks here!"
"It's all I got, honest to Christ!" the attendant squealed, certain that he was going to be killed at any moment. "The rest is over there in the safe ... it's locked up until Monday!"
The boy pointed at the narrow slit on the station wall. Instead of seeming disturbed by the news, the customer smiled cryptically and nodded.
"How much is in the safe?" he asked menacingly.
"A-a-about three hundred, I guess," the attendant yelped, feeling as if he were going to shit in his pants, trying desperately to control his bowels as the man stared at him.
"Okay, show me," the customer ordered viciously. "And no tricks, you asshole, or I'll blow your rotten head off!"
Lainie had come out of the toilet and was watching the two youths approach the office. Something looked wrong, but she didn't react quickly enough. Before she could move over to the silent alarm switch on the underside of her desk, the attendant was shoved into the office, with the man behind him.
The youth with the gun stopped when he saw Lainie frantically trying to reach under her desk. But it took him only a second to react.
"Hold it, you fucking cunt!" he screamed, pulling the gun out of his pocket again and aiming it at her head. "One fucking move out of either of you and, by God, I'll kill the fucking both of you!"
Horrified, Lainie's hands flew up into the air over her head as she had seen people do so often in movies and on television. It was hard for her to believe this was happening, but there was no doubt the youth meant what he said. His thick lips were curled in a sneering half-smile as he moved closer to her.
"What the fuck are you doing in here, bitch?" he demanded, keeping one eye on the shivering attendant at the same time.
"I-I-I w-w-work here," Lainie whispered in horror.
"Yeh? You know the combination to the safe?"
She shook her head violently, afraid that the youth wouldn't believe her. And then she blushed furiously as his eyes swept over her shuddering body, from the swollen mounds of her magnificent breasts, down across her flat stomach and hips, sweeping along her long, gorgeous legs. When he looked up finally, he was smiling obscenely.
"You know what, cunt?" he asked rhetorically. "I think you do know the combination!"
"No, I don't ... I-I DON'T!" Lainie shrieked, her voice rising hysterically.
The youth ignored her for a moment, turning his attention to the details of the two offices. The door to Jimmy's office was half-open, and he shoved it all the way in with the barrel of his gun and smiled when he found it empty, the sturdy little main safe sitting along the wall.
"Okay, we'll see what you know," he grunted, motioning Lainie and the attendant out into the service area. "Come on, move it before I get an itchy finger!"
He herded the two unwilling victims into a small broom closet at the back of the station, brutally shoving their trembling bodies together and slamming the door. There was a click as he snapped a padlock in the hasp.
The attendant began crying almost immediately, his body shaking against Lainie's. Despite her own feelings overwhelming terror, the young wife tried to calm the boy, holding him close and telling him that they would be alright.
It seemed like an eternity to them before there was the sound of footsteps coming back. In a moment the door was flung open and the bandit ordered the boy outside. He held a length of wire in his hand. Cautioning the youth to remain absolutely still, the hawk-faced robber tied the attendant's wrists and ankles tightly, then wrapped a greasy rag about his mouth and tied it behind his head.
"Okay, punk, now get back in there!"
Lainie was dragged out next. But instead of trussing her up as he had done the youthful attendant, the robber held tightly to her wrist and pulled her back into the cashier's office.
"No! Leave me alone!" she shrieked, struggling as hard as she could to get free. "Take what you want, but don't hurt me!"
"I ain't going to hurt you, bitch," he giggled insanely. "You and me is going to play a little game. If you know the answers to my questions you'll be okay. If not, well, that's your tough fucking luck!"
He shoved her down onto the floor, his eyes glistening with lewd appreciation as her legs flew open to reveal the creamy thighs and the crotch of her panties. She could see now that the bandit had moved his car away from the pumps and around to the back of the station. The 'CLOSED' sign was in the window.
"W-w-what are you going to do?" she whispered, her voice filled with fear.
"Shut up and don't make a goddamned move, cunt!" he snarled, picking up a crowbar from the desk and jamming it against the inside of the wall safe. The safe wasn't very strong, and it came away from the wall after a few minutes of intense effort on the bandit's part. Gathering up the fluttering bills that fell to the floor, the youth stuffed them into his jacket pocket and turned his attention to the shivering woman on the floor. "Okay, that's part of it. Now let's go into the other office and you can give me the combination to that safe!"
"I told you, I don't know the combination!" she squealed, her voice trailing off into a scream of pain as he reached down and grabbed a handful of her golden hair and savagely jerked her along the floor into Jimmy's office. The youth slammed the door behind them, then jerked Lainie to her feet. "No ... please, no ... don't ... aaaagggghhhhh!"
He slammed her across the face as hard as he could, knocking her against the desk viciously. Horrible pain filled her back and lower body as she slumped down to the uncarpeted floor. But he wasn't finished with her yet. Using his other hand, he held her by the front of her sheer blouse and slapped her face again, leaving reddening welts along her cheek.
But suddenly the inevitable happened. The cloth of her cotton blouse gave way with a ripping sound and her swollen breasts were suddenly exposed to his lusting eyes.
"Goddamn, what a pair of tits!" he said aloud, licking his fat lips obscenely. "Hey, bitch, maybe I oughtta see the rest of you!"
She started to scream in protest, but he brought the palm of his hand up to close tightly over her mouth as his other hand cruelly ripped off her skirt and the remains of her blouse. -
She shivered in the cool air, her luscious flesh covered only by the skimpy bra and her white nylon panties. Desperately she sought to cover her crotch and breasts with her hands, but he knocked them away, grunting like an animal as he let go of her mouth and brought his mouth down close to her ear.
"One more fucking scream out of you and I'll slit your goddamned throat, cunt!" he warned, his cock starting to harden and throb painfully from the sight of the beautiful woman's almost naked body. "There's just you and me, bitch," he went on in the same threatening voice. "I can do what I want with you and nobody's going to help you!"
There was no longer any question what was in the brutal youth's mind. He was staring at her with a look of savage lust on his face. And his gigantic prick was jerking and pressing against the front of his dirty trousers as if the material would split at any moment. Suddenly Lainie was more terrified than she had ever been in her life. Hank Groggins had raped her, of course, but he had only been a lecherous old man who used his power over her for his own lascivious ends. And Jimmy O'Brien had forced her into adultery against her will.
But the moronic youth who stared obscenely at her helpless, vulnerable body now was something entirely different. He had the savage look of a killer about him, someone who wouldn't hesitate to brutalize her body and then snuff out her life without a qualm. She was certain that she'd never survive what he had in mind for her. Or, she thought with horrible bitterness and self-pity, that she would want to survive!
The youth's huge, muscular cock stiffened with lust at the sight of the defenseless girl on the floor. He wanted to stick his hard shaft of impatient male gristle into her cunt, imagining that it would be as soft and caressing as fucking into a vat of warm cream. His desire rising, he reached down and began slowly stroking the bulging outline beneath his trousers, grinning obscenely at his cringing victim.
"You like to fuck, bitch?"
Lainie felt a shudder of revulsion shoot through her body at his foul language.
"ANSWER ME, GODDAMNIT!" he shouted down at her, saliva oozing out of the corners of his fat mouth.
She felt paralyzed by the shock of the robbery and the nightmarish thing the youth was planning for her now. Her mind was numb, almost past the point of being horrified.
"I ... I ..." she stammered helplessly.
"Say it, bitch, or I'll fix you good!" he screamed in a frustrated rage. "Tell me you like to get fucked! SAY IT!"
"I ... I ... like ..." her voice was barely audible.
"Louder, you miserable cunt!"
The violence of his command made her jerk with fear.
"I like to get ... to get ..." the words stuck in her throat as if frozen there, " ... to get fucked!" The horrible word was out now. "There! Is that what you wanted to hear? I like to get fucked ... I LIKE TO GET FUCKED!"
She was shouting hysterically now.
"FUCKED ... FUCKED ... FUCCKKEEEDDD!"
Realizing suddenly that she was shouting out the shameful lie, she buried her feverish face in her arms, trying to blot out his body from her eyes.
"That's better, bitch," he chuckled lewdly, moving nearer to her. She could smell the pungent masculine odor now, a combination of his own body smells and his dirty clothing. The overpowering odor almost made her faint. Leaning down, he grasped the straps of her bra and savagely tore the skimpy thing off her chest, tossing it into a corner, pushing her down on her back as his lewd lips closed quickly over her nakedly quivering breasts, licking and sucking like a pig at its eating trough.
Pinned down by his powerful body, the terrified young wife could only twist and writhe in a desperate attempt to get away from his greedy wet mouth.
Lainie's mind was a rushing torrent of conflicting thoughts. She was revolted and frightened by this repellent animal slavering over her like a sucking leech, but there was no question that her nipples were hardening erotically, the rubbery meat filled with electric tingles of pleasure. But then her mind was flooded with the shocking reality of what was happening, and she began to resist with all of her strength.
"Noooo ... NOOOOO!" she screamed, slashing at him with her fingernails. "LET ME GOOOOO!"
The sudden movement surprised the youth and she managed to slip from his grasp. Rising to a crouching position, she tried to scurry toward the door, but the brutal robber grabbed her roughly by her ankle and slammed her body down onto the floor again.
"No, you don't, cunt!"
He stood up between her and the doorway and unbuckled his tight, ragged pants. He yanked them down, suddenly exposing his naked cock to her horrified eyes. His huge, menacing prick was stiff as steel, jutting out like a baseball bat from between his dirty loins.
"Nice, huh?" he chuckled lewdly, seeing the look of disbelief on the woman's face. "You never seen a cock like this shake and jerk before, have. He grabbed his gigantic tool and began to shake and jerk it in front of her eyes, pulling back the thick foreskin to expose the massive head that was throbbing with lust.
"What you got under those panties?" he asked crudely. Without waiting for an answer he bent down and ripped the flimsy white garment from her loins with a dreadful tearing sound.
"Mmmmmm ... nice and soft ..." he said excitedly, rubbing the material of her panties sensually over his huge cock, exciting the huge column even further.
While he was distracted momentarily Lainie tried to pull her legs together to conceal her nakedly defenseless cunt, but the brutal youth merely reached down and yanked them apart again.
"No you don't, bitch!" he ordered. "I want to see that sweet little cunt of yours!"
The beautiful young wife was shocked, overcome by a new and even greater wave of horror. She closed her eyes, as if by doing so she could wipe away the nightmare that confronted her. But the youth wasn't to be stopped.
"I said open 'em," he screamed, pulling her legs apart to reveal the trembling pink flesh of her cuntal slit nestled beneath the softly curling golden pubic hair. "Yeh, that's more like it," he said with a horrible grin.
Lainie was humiliated now beyond anything she had ever known possible. Feeling this man's eyes glaring shamelessly at her nakedly gaping pussy was too much to bear, and she felt her flesh crawl in revulsion and fear.
He saw the loathing on her face and this enraged him even more.
"So I disgust you, huh? You think you're too good for an asshole like me? You think I'm just a piece of shit, huh?"
"No ... no ..." she whimpered.
"That's what all the others thought, too!" he snarled. "But I showed 'em ... I showed 'em what a real man does to a good-looking piece of ass! They wasn't so fucking high and mighty when I got done with em!"
The youth was filled with uncontrollable rage now, thinking about the other girls and women who had rejected him only to feel his awful sexual wrath. He knew how to treat cunts like this ... knew exactly what to do to make them beg for mercy. The money in the safe was no longer important to him. Now he only wanted revenge for all the insults he had ever endured at a woman's hands.
"SUCK MY COCK, BITCH!"
"What?"
"I SAID SUCK MY COCK!" he screamed at her, waving the rigid, gigantic pole under her nose and making her want to gag. "You heard me, get your mouth wrapped around my prick and suck me off, baby! Maybe if you do a good job I won't kill you!"
Lainie shuddered violently as tears of terror spilled down over her cheeks. For a moment she thought she couldn't take the savage youth's cock into her mouth without losing her mind. But her will to survive was stronger than the shameful sense of depravity she felt. It was vile and disgusting-something that she'd always refused to do with Carl, but her life hung in the balance. Either she did as the youth ordered or she would die. It was that simple.
A shiver of revulsion ran through her as she allowed her lips to envelop the foul-smelling prick and began to suck tentatively on the blunted, hateful head. This was the height of depravity, she thought, her mind reeling with misery. But what choice did she have?
The youth growled with obscene satisfaction as he felt his pulsating prick slide wetly around in the softly yielding mouth of the terrified woman. He watched triumphantly with gleaming eyes as the girl, her body shivering, fighting down her desire to throw up, took the hard, swollen length all the way in her throat.
Enjoying the raw power he had over his helpless victim, he moved his naked hips and fucked his heavily pulsating cock-head in and out of her mouth, savoring the delicious feeling of her warm young lips nibbling and licking unwilling at the pole of dirty male flesh. He loved the feeling of his huge cock rubbing tantalizingly against her teeth, and of her tongue pressing against the underside of his gigantic rod. In and out he went, increasing his savage tempo as his corrupt and perverted passion mounted, exploring with wanton lewdness the interior of her warmly working oral cavern, twisting his pelvis lasciviously about in rhythm to her hesitant sucking motions.
Lainie gagged again, almost choking on the massive pole throbbing against the back of her throat. But it seemed the more she resisted him the worse it was for her. Maybe if I suck him faster, she thought irrationally, it'll be over sooner.
She began to suck with growing distaste, pulling her lips tight as the rubbery rod slid in and out of her stretched mouth.
"That's it, bitch," he laughed huskily, " ... suck it for me ... suck it real good!"
He gyrated his naked pelvis more obscenely against her lovely face, almost smothering the helplessly sucking woman. Feeling utterly degraded, she fought back her tears as the sadistic rapist towered over her.
I've got to go through with this to save my life! she screamed inwardly. No matter how perverted and sick it seems!
Unbelievably, as soon as she came to grips with the reality of the situation, her horrified fears seemed to diminish. Her body began to relax, and she was amazed to feel a warm, excited moistness seeping from between her legs. She was shocked to realize that she had been unconsciously rubbing her thighs together, squeezing her clitoris between her dilated cuntal lips and creating a building pressure that made her pussy throb uncontrollably. She had never done such a disgusting thing as take a man's prick into her mouth before and it boggled her mind to think that it could bring her pleasure between her legs. Experimenting obscenely, she realized that if she spread her legs very wide and bent them back, she could just barely reach her hand around to her clitoris, which already seemed hard and achingly erect.
Hardly aware of what she was doing, she began to flick the tip of her finger back and forth over the pulsating little bud of flesh in rhythm with her warmly wet sucking motions on the rapist's heatedly throbbing cock.
"Ooooohhhh," she sighed as stinging flashes of almost unbearable pleasure surged upward from her moistly steaming cunt. Hungrily her wet mouth pulled on the swollen shaft of meat as her fingers worked feverishly now, straining to reach more of her own hotly pulsating pussy. She had actually begun to enjoy her depraved act. She felt like a whore ... a slut ... yes, even a mindless slave to this hulking, obscene man.
"Oh, baby, that's good ... really good!" he grunted lewdly, thrusting more of his prick into the heated moisture of her oral cavern. "Man, where did you learn to eat cock that way?"
Swept away on an erotic torrent stronger than anything she had ever felt before, Lainie did as she was told. Her legs flailed wildly apart as her teasingly flicking fingers massaged her quivering little clitoris in time to the lascivious sucking she was giving the robber.
He could feel his desire-heated semen beginning to gather and surge in the heavy sacs of his swollen balls which bobbed and slapped lewdly against his victim's chin with every stroke into her now hungrily working lips.
"Uuuuuuggghhhh," he moaned, feeling the rapid approach of his orgasm. If this little bitch doesn't swallow every fucking drop of my come, he thought savagely, if she doesn't drink it all ... I'll kill the fucking cunt! To make sure that she wouldn't pull away at the last minute as some women did, he seized her head in both hands, holding her in position as he continued pumping wildly into her crimson mouth.
The young victim sucked furiously at his cock, drawing it deeply into her mouth. So aroused was she now that his precautions were unnecessary. Swept away by the novelty of the bizarre situation, she pulled and teased the huge organ without mercy.
She knew what she was doing was wrong, but she couldn't help herself. All of the events of the past week had combined to drive her over the edge into the nether world of wicked sexual pleasure. She had been raped twice-three times if she counted Jimmy O'Brien's attack on her-had committed adultery, had taken a man's prick into her mouth and sucked it as if it were delicious meat! And she had learned the pleasures of self-gratification! It was too much for her mind to take. There seemed no turning back now-no resuming her inhibited, up-tight lifestyle! She was shamelessly turned on by the overwhelming sensations of rapture spreading through her loins as she sucked and slobbered over the man's huge, thrusting prick! And she knew with a dreadful certainty that this wasn't the end-only the beginning for her!
Suddenly his pelvic gyrations became more intense and cruel. Lainie felt as though he would shove his wildly throbbing prick all the way down her throat with each stroke. His head was thrown back and a grimace of ecstasy contorted his swarthy face. His breathing came in short, guttural grunts.
"Uh ... uh ... oh Jesus ... oh, baby, I'm conunmiiinnnggg!" he shouted. "Suck me, cunt ... suck me goooood!"
Suddenly Lainie felt a hot spurt of thick wetness shoot out of his wildly jerking prick into her throat, the first in a maddening series that seemed like little explosions.
At first the thick, creamy liquid repelled her and she nearly gagged. His juice tasted pungent and coppery, salty, sweet and disgusting. But then her own fevered orgasm, triggered by her lewd self-fingering, suddenly reached its peak. Her nakedly voluptuous body shook with waves of hot, throbbing pleasure, and her loins exploded with burning rapture as her desperately spasming pussy gushed out her own moist female essence that cascaded hotly down her gaping, quivering cuntal slit and caused her nearly to faint with ecstasy. In the galvanic release that took hold of her with deep animal intensity, the initial distaste she had for swallowing the man's scalding male juices vanished completely. Instead, the gushing white semen that continued to pump furiously into her mouth thrilled her as nothing ever had before. Abandoning herself completely to the shattering orgasm, she swallowed the burly man's spurting seed with eagerly sucking lips while her own climax continued to mount with unbelievable heights as she probed lewdly and furiously up inside her cunt with her fingers.
"Mmmmmm ... ooohhhh ... aaaahhhh," she moaned in erotic frenzy as she continued to voraciously gulp down his wildly spurting juices.
"Eat it up, bitch!" the robber screamed down at her, his naked body glistening and bucking obscenely in the throes of his lurid, perverted climax. He drove his massive cock deeply into Lainie's throat, and she slavered over the draining hardness without protest.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the man drained the last of his scalding juice into her avidly sucking mouth. With a deep moan of satisfaction, he withdrew his softening rod from her lips and glared down at her triumphantly, reveling in the sense of power that he had exercised over the kneeling, humiliated woman.
Lainie felt her fingers linger in her moistly twitching cunt for a few minutes as her body rocked back and forth on her knees, radiant with ebbing pleasure. She could scarcely believe the fantastic pleasure she had just experienced. Having - to suck his cock had been loathsome and horrible, but out of her terrible shame and degradation she had found something inside herself that she hadn't know existed: Even the vilest, most obscene sexual act could bring ecstasy!
"You still think you're so goddamned much better than me?" he sneered sarcastically down at her.
She shook her head, hating the man and loving his hard-driving prick at the same time. She had been horribly brutalized, driven to the brink of insanity by his awful, perverted lusts, and yet she had found herself reveling in the sensations of raw, animal pleasure they had brought her.
I must be crazy! she thought bitterly.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, the telephone rang!
The youth jumped, startled by the insistent ringing that echoed around the small office. Cautioning her not to try and reach the ringing instrument, he slipped his trousers back on quickly.
"Who in the fuck is that?" he growled finally.
"I don't know," she answered honestly, still kneeling in abject subjugation on the floor while he dressed.
The youth's wild eyes stared at the telephone for a few moments as his brain rocked with indecision. He still hadn't gotten the money from the other safe and the attendant's pocket. Should I stay and try to open the other one? he thought wildly. Suddenly he made his decision. He would get out of here as quickly as possible!
Grabbing the telephone wire, he ripped it savagely out of the wall, stopping the loud ringing sound. Then, grabbing the same spool of electrical wire he had used to truss up the attendant, he started to wrap it around Lainie's wrists.
His attention was distracted quickly, however, when a car pulled into the station and started to blow its horn for service.
"Goddamn!" the robber snarled, going over to the office door and opening it. He peered cautiously through the outer office window and saw the car. Still cursing, he moved back to Lainie and knelt down beside her. "Okay, bitch, this is trouble for you! If you make one sound ... do one goddamned thing to try and attract anybody's attention, I'll kill you, you dig?"
She nodded, terrified again.
The youth got up and went to the door, slipping on his jacket with the pistol in the pocket. "I'm splitting now, baby. Thanks for the bread and the groovy blow-job. You stay in here for fifteen minutes, dig? Then you can do whatever the fuck you want ... I'll be long gone!"
He was chuckling sadistically as he slammed and locked the door, then went out through the office toward the car that was still waiting by the gas pumps, the horn still sounding impatiently.
"We're closed, you asshole!" he growled at the elderly man behind the wheel. "Can't you read the fucking sign? Now get this fucking turkey out of here before I shove that horn up your ass!"
The car lurched forward quickly, the driver shaken by the youth's savage words. The bandit waited for a few seconds to make sure that the car didn't come back, then turned and walked calmly to his own car, got into it, and then drove slowly away, his prick still glistening with the warm moisture of his own sperm and Lainie's saliva.
The beautiful young wife had no intention of disobeying the orders she had been given. With one eye on the wall clock, she slipped into her panties, bra, skirt, and torn blouse. The thin blouse hung open where the buttons had been torn off, but she managed to hold it together with a safety pin.
Fifteen minutes later she found Jimmy's office key in his desk and opened the door, her whole body trembling violently with delayed shock. Moving slowly to the window, she looked out, terrified that she would see the rapist's car still sitting there. A great shudder of relief went through her as she realized that it was nowhere in sight.
For a moment she was tempted to press the silent alarm under the desk. That would bring several police cars swarming around the station, she knew, but she decided irrationally against that course of action. She had been degraded enough without having to go through the humiliating experience of reporting her own obscene mouth-rape. No, she would let someone else do the reporting of the hold-up. And nothing in the world would force her to reveal her own brutal subjugation at the sadistic rapist's hands.
Suddenly she remembered the pay telephone in the service bay area. Luckily the holdup man hadn't noticed her purse on the floor. She rummaged in it with trembling fingers and found a dime.
And she telephoned Jimmy O'Brien.