Chapter 2
In the hall Kim paused and leaned weakly against the wall. Behind her she could hear Gloria's passionate gasps and Bruce's frenzied grunts as they reached the climax of their fucking. In spite of herself, Kim was unable to refrain from imagining that she lay sprawled on the sofa, that her nude body was being mercilessly battered by Bruce's thick prick and that the heavy globs of his come were pouring deep in her own cunt.
Her body trembled and her legs almost gave way.
She couldn't imagine what had gotten into her, why she had stayed and watched their disgusting exhibition of lust. When she first walked in on them, she should have left immediately and told Gordon about it. Now she couldn't say anything at all because, by staying and watching, she had become as guilty and disgusting as they were.
Yet, in all honesty, she had to admit that even as revolting as their performance had been, there had been something strangely fascinating about it. Something that had drawn her and held her and--God forgive her--something that had produced an involuntary physical reaction on her part. Her body still tingled and down in her pussy--oh God, it was still trembling and quivering! When Bruce had tried to lift her skirt she had almost died of fright.
Because her panties were wet!
What kind of an animal was she, to let their lewdness affect her like that? Maybe Bruce was right, damn him. She didn't have much of a sex life. When she married Gordon she'd been--well, almost a virgin. There had only been those two times. She supposed she'd actually been fucked only once before her marriage because that second time had been such a fiasco. Alan--was that his name?--had been so excited he hadn't even gotten his cock inside of her. The tip had just touched the entrance to her cunt when he'd exploded. And it had been such a mess when his sticky cum shot all over her stomach and the whole thing had left her very unsatisfied.
But she remembered from the first time how it felt to have a man's come shoot far up in her pussy. And how it felt when she herself reached an orgasm. Just thinking about it made her knees go weak all over again, and she thought her panties were even wetter than before.
She'd known when she married Gordon that there might be some problems involved in being married to a much older man. But she loved him and it had been a good marriage.
Except for their sex life.
It wasn't Gordon's fault that he was past that point in life where he had a real interest in sex. And yet, Bruce had been right when he'd said she had hormones and glands and juices. She'd managed to keep her physical desires under control for the most part. But now, after watching Bruce and Gloria . . .
She shuddered, remembering how Gloria had sucked his prick--the way her lips had been stretched wide and the way it had filled her mouth. She knew she wouldn't like that, having a man's cock in her mouth. Good God, if he should come in her mouth--just the thought seemed too revolting.
She wondered, though, about having a man lick her cunt. How would that feel? She remembered Gloria's gasping moans of pleasure and the way she had wildly churned her hips. The girl had obviously been in ecstasy. Yes, Kim thought, it must be a delightful sensation to have a man lick your pussy and work his tongue on your clit. Maybe she should have accepted Bruce's invitation to join them and have him lick her cunt: Then she gasped in horror at her thoughts. To even dream of doing such a thing with her own stepson!
It was obvious that she had to stop thinking along such lines. She'd let Bruce and Gloria pull her down to their level of animal depravity and she had to put them out of her mind.
She breathed deeply, gaining control of herself. Gordon would be wondering what was keeping her. There was nothing more pressing in store than a couple of hours of television, but that was the regular evening routine. Fortunately, Gordon would remain glued to the TV in the den at the opposite end-of the large house, so there was no chance he would hear Bruce and Gloria as they No, she mustn't think about those two at all. She stood up straight, took another deep breath and set off through the house fob the den.
Opening the door to the den, she thought it was strange that the TV wasn't on. And as she stepped into the room, someone seized her roughly from behind and flung her into a chair.
She gasped in shocked surprise. The man who had been standing behind the door closed it, then turned to look at her. She followed his eyes downward and saw that her skirt had ridden high on her thighs. She tugged it down.
"Who are you?" the stranger demanded.
"Kim Rogers."
"She's my wife," said Gordon.
Kim turned and saw that her husband was tied in a chair at the other end of the room. Two more men stood beside him.
She turned back to the man by the door and demanded, "Who are you? And what are you doing here?"
He ignored her questions and smirked at her. "His wife, huh? What's an old goat like that doing with a young doll like you?" He stepped nearer and studied her closely. "Do me a favor, gorgeous?"
"What?"
"Pull your skirt up--show me those legs again."
"I'll do no such thing!"
He smirked again. "A real spitfire,, huh? Are these real?" He ran the tip of his finger lightly across her breast.
She shuddered under his touch and knocked his hand away.
He laughed. Turning away, he crossed the room and stood in front of her husband. Without any warning, he suddenly slapped Gordon hard in the face and followed that with a vicious kick in the shin. For the first time, Kim noticed her husband's face was bruised and his lips were puffed and split.
One of the men standing by the chair spoke eagerly. "Want me to work him over, Vic?"
He shook his head. "No, I don't think you'll have to." He swung back to Kim. "Hey, gorgeous, do you know the combination to the old goat's safe?"
Kim glanced at the wall where a picture had been swung outward to reveal a safe behind it. She had no idea what her husband kept in it, nor did she know the combination.
"No."
Vic shrugged. "Too bad. It could have made things easier." He turned to the two other men. "Max--Randy--did you see the sexy legs on this doll when I tossed her the chair?"
They both grinned. "Yeah!"
Vic swung back to Gordon. "You've got a choice, Mr. Moneybags. Either tell me the combination to the safe, or we're going to take another look at your wife's lovely legs."
Kim's mind raced furiously. She was no match for three men and there was no one to help her. Except Bruce. And he was at the far end of the house. He couldn't possibly hear her from this room. But if she could get out in the hall there was just a bare chance he might hear her if she screamed.
She shot out of the chair and dashed for the door, but just as her hand closed on the knob Randy's big fist knotted cruelly in her hair and swung her around. Then he stood leaning against the door. She was trapped in the den with the three of them.
Vic turned to Gordon. "Okay, buster--what's the combination?"
"Go to hell," snapped Gordon.
Vic looked Kim up and down. "Well, maybe it's more fun this way. You want to show us your legs yourself--or do we have to make you do it?"
"I'll do nothing of the kind--and don't you touch me!"
She started to circle warily as Vic and Max moved toward her, but she'd forgotten Randy behind her at the door. And suddenly he wasn't at the door any more, but held her in an iron grip with both her arms pinned painfully behind her back.
She kicked out at Vic and Max as they came close, but they dodged easily. Then she felt their hands fumbling on her thrashing legs as they pulled her skirt up.
"Beautiful!" said Vic.
Max nodded. "Yeah!"
Behind her Randy complained, "I can't see a damn thing from back here, holding her like this."
"Take her skirt off," said Vic. "Then we can all get a good look."
Again she kicked and fought, but she was powerless against three of them. She wore no slip and when they took her skirt off she was naked below the waist, except for her panties.
They gazed at her partial nudity and she glared back at them defiantly. She cast a hopeful look at the door, but Randy still guarded it.
After a long minute Vic cleared his throat. "We're just starting, Mr. Moneybags. You want to tell us the combination--or shall we take her blouse off?"
Kim looked expectantly at her husband, wondering how long he was going to let this continue. He gave no answer.
"Okay," said Vic. "The blouse."
She fought them again, but just as ineffectually as before. They soon had her blouse unbuttoned and peeled it off her shoulders.
In just her bra and panties she faced them, shuddering at the way the three of them eyed her.
Vic finally turned to Gordon. "If you don't talk now, she's going to be completely naked."
He was still silent.
"I can't," he answered.
"But--but they're--going to--"
"I know it's very embarrassing for you to have them take your clothes off. But try to bear up under it, my dear. It's better than having them take all our money."
She stared at him, open-mouthed, not believing what he was saying. Did he really care so little about what these men were doing to her?
Then they were closing in on her again and she hastily scampered out of their reach. She circled around a chair, a lamp, but it was hopeless, she couldn't get away. Wherever she went, whichever way she turned, they were never more than a few steps behind her.
She snatched an ashtray from a table and raised it menacingly, ready to slam it into Vic's head if he came any closer. But watching him so closely, she failed to see Max as he stepped in from the side. At the last minute she glimpsed his hand streaking toward her and she swung with the ashtray. But she was too late. His hand smacked against her breast and fastened on her bra.
He gave a hard tug and the bra tore away.
Her big breasts spilled free. They jiggled slightly from their violent release, then stilled. For a long moment there was no movement in the room as the men stared at her near-nude body.
Vic swallowed hard. "Take the panties off for us, gorgeous. Make it easy on yourself."
She shook her head stubbornly.
Again they closed in on her, and she turned and ran. She lost count of how many times she circled the room, but they were always right behind her, their hands outstretched, reaching for her panties, brushing her body as she slithered out of their grasp. Her breath came in gasps and sweat ran down her face.
When they split up, coming at her from two different directions at once and backed her into a corner, she knew there was no escape. She missed with a kick. at Vic's crotch, but managed to slash her nails viciously across Max's face. But she couldn't fend off the hands that grabbed at her panties. There was a loud tearing sound and the panties were ripped away.
She was naked.
There was an abrupt silence in the room as the men gazed hungrily at her nude splendor. At her large breasts that heaved with her tortured breathing. At her thick patch of golden cunt-hair. At her lusciously curved hips and exquisitely tapered thighs and legs.
"Jesus, what a shape!" murmured one of the men.
"Get a load of those tits!"
"And look at the ass on her!"
She whimpered and backed away, trying to cover her nakedness with her hands.
"That's one hell of a sexy wife you've got," Vic told Gordon. "With a pair of tits like that--and I'll bet she's got a tight little pussy, doesn't she? Christ, you've got no idea how my cock is tingling in my pants, just looking at her!"
There was a long silence in the room while the men's eyes devoured Kim's nakedness. Then Vic continued.
"It's your fault, old man. If you'd told us what we wanted to know, she wouldn't be standing there bare ass naked and I wouldn't have such a hard-on. And if you still won't tell us, it'll be your fault if I have to do something about this hard-on."
Gordon shook his head. "I can't."
"Don't you understand, you dumb bastard? I'm going to rape your wife! I'm going to spread her legs and sink my prick in her cunt and fuck hell out of her! And the only way you can stop it is to tell me the combination to that safe pretty damn quick!"
"I can't," whispered Gordon again.
Vic blinked at him in amazement. "I'll be damned!" Then he shrugged. "Okay, so I get myself a piece of ass."
Grinning at Kim, he started taking off his clothes.
She stared at him, horror-stricken, rooted where she stood. This couldn't be happening--it had to be some kind of vile nightmare! She couldn't be standing naked before three strange men, watching one of them undress as he got ready to rape her!
When he got down to his shorts, she could feel the fear in her stomach and taste it in her mouth. That bulge in his shorts--she couldn't believe that any man's penis was really that big. He'd said he had a hard-on but even so--no, it couldn't be!
He stripped off the shorts and stood before her naked. She gasped. His cock was as big as the bulge in his shorts had indicated.
Bigger, if anything.
It jutted out from his crotch like a club. A thick, bloated club with a blunt, purplish head. She thought she was going to faint at the thought of that monster battering its way inside her body.
Vic looked at Gordon. "Your last chance to stop it.
"I can't."
Kim came out of her trance, dodged their grasping hands and flung herself at her husband.
"Don't you care that he's going to rape me?" she screamed. "Tell them the combination to the safe, for God's sake! Tell them--tell them!"
He shook his head. "If he rapes you--well, that'll be over quickly. But if they take the money, it'll be gone forever."
She stared at him her mouth wide. "You care more about the damn money than you do about me! You vile, selfish creature! You rotten filthy!"
She was still shrieking at Gordon as the three men seized her and bore her down to the floor. Raging, she struggled against them, but it was useless. They forced her on her back and Max and Randy each held one of her arms in an iron grip.
Vic pried her legs apart and knelt between them, his thick prick standing erect. She tried to tear her eyes away from it, but it held her attention with a horrible fascination. He couldn't put that monstrous thing inside her--he simply couldn't!
He stroked her thighs and lightly combed his fingers through her thick cunt-hair.
"Nice," he murmured. "Nice smooth thighs. You're really built, gorgeous!"
His hand roamed upward across her flat stomach and fondled her firm breasts. He grunted his appreciation. Then, lazily, he stroked downward again, flattening his palm on her crotch and rubbing it back and forth. She lifted her hips violently, trying to throw his hand off from that most private part of her body, but it was futile. He kept on rubbing.
Then she felt his finger.
It deftly parted her cuntlips, poked its way in between them and worked back and forth in her pussy.
"My God!" he exclaimed. "I never felt a juicier cunt! You must be real worked up and anxious for it, honey, if you're that wet already!"
"Wet?" questioned Max. "I don't believe it."
Vic shrugged. "See for yourself."
Suddenly all three of them were touching her at once, their fingers probing, stroking, exploring in her pussy. Kim thought she would die of outrage and humiliation. Not only at the way all three were fingering her together, but also because they had discovered how wet and excited she'd gotten from watching Bruce and Gloria. And at the way they assumed she was aroused at the prospect of being raped!
"Okay," growled Vic, "that's enough. Let me put something more than a finger in her cunt."
He crawled further up between her thighs and the blunt end of his cock prodded at her pussy. She shuddered at the touch, tried to squirm away, but the relentless hands held her helpless. Vic's fingers pulled her cuntlips apart and he leaned closer, his prick nuzzling at the entrance to her pussy. She whimpered in fear. His cockhead pushed into her slippery hole and he didn't go any deeper for the moment, but just lightly jabbed it in and out of her.
Then slowly--very slowly--he began to push his big prick into her cunt. She felt her muscles stretching, making room for the monster that was being forced into her. She'd never be able to take it! It was only partway in, and already it felt as if she had been stretched to the limit.
Still he pressed his hips forward and his cock sank still deeper in her pussy. Further--and further. He groaned softly at the exquisite feeling of her warm, wet cunt clutching tightly at his prick. God, he'd been right--she did have a tight little pussy! And with all the lubrication she had secreted, he was slipping into her so easily. Surprising, he thought, that she was that wet. The way she'd fought and screamed, you'd think she was scared to death of being raped. And all the time she was looking forward to it--wanting it--getting highly aroused just at the thought of it.
Suddenly he thought he understood. Of course she had to pretend to fight. After all, her husband was watching and she couldn't lie down and willingly open her legs in front of him. That explained it. She was just putting on an act for her. husband, and all the time the sexy little bitch was dying to get fucked.
He grinned to himself. He'd give her what she wanted.
He gave a final push and his cock hit bottom. He was buried to the hilt in her tightly clasping cunt.
She screamed at the last thrust that sent his prick deep into her pussy. And even though she knew it was useless, she fought instinctively against the horrible monster that had invaded her body and had her pinned to the floor.
"Take it easy," he growled. "Relax, and it'll feel much better."
Perversely, her mind drifted off to the scenes she had recently witnessed at the other end of the house. Little had she known while watching Bruce lustfully use Gloria's body that she would be similarly used. Of course, she wasn't doing it willingly as Gloria had. Willingly? God, the girl had been positively rapturous at the way Bruce had licked her cunt and rammed his cock into her.
A sound broke in on her thoughts and she realized with a start that it had been a soft moan deep in her own throat. Carried away with her recollections of what she'd seen Bruce and Gloria doing, she had unconsciously stopped fighting the men who held her down. And as she'd relaxed, the pain had disappeared. Now that huge prick inside her didn't hurt anymore. Her pussy felt warm--and tingly--and good!
She was horrified at herself. She was being raped--her body disgustingly violated. What kind of an animal was she to think it felt good?
It was all because she had acted so shamefully and had watched Bruce and Gloria. And they'd pulled her down to their level so she was aroused by watching them. And now she was still down on their level, because she thought it felt good to have Vic's cock inside of her. She had to resist such thoughts! She had to remember what a vile and horrible thing Vic was doing to her!
An uncontrollable quiver ran through her body and she realized Vic was slowly pumping his prick in and out of her. She could feel it pulling almost all the way out of her cunt, and just when she thought he was going to take it out completely, he reversed and drove it back into her again. Not hard--not viciously. Just slowly and easily. In a gentle rhythm that increased that maddening tingle down in her crotch.
He pulled out again, withdrawing so far that this time she was sure he was going to take it out all the way. And before she realized what she was doing, she lifted her hips just a little to try to keep his cock from slipping away from her pussy.
He grinned at her. "Anxious, aren't you?"
She bit her lip, furious at herself for what she had done, and closed her eyes to escape his mocking smirk.
But almost immediately her eyes flew open again as she felt rough hands on her breasts. No, it wasn't Vic. He was still pumping his prick in and out of her cunt, only at a faster pace now. The hands belonged to Max and Randy. God, it wasn't enough that a man was raping her! This was the final humiliation--that even while she was being raped, two other men should take such liberties and fondle her body!
They squeezed her breasts, mauling and massaging them, digging their fingers into her soft flesh. They pinched her tender nipples and roughly pulled on them. The tingling spread upward from her loins to her breasts, then seemed to cover her from head to toe. And the warmth grew in intensity until it was like a strange liquid heat that flowed through her veins and seared every inch of her body.
"God, what a pair of tits on her!" murmured Randy.
"She likes to have her nipples pinched. Look how they're standing up hard."
"She's a hot little bitch. Christ, look at her churn her hips!"
Dismayed, she realized what she'd been doing. She'd been lifting and pumping her hips to meet Vic's thrusts as he drove his prick into her cunt. She saw the mocking grin on his face as he fucked her harder now and she let out a despairing wail.
It wasn't her fault, she frantically told herself. It had all started from watching Bruce and Gloria, and Bruce was right in saying she didn't have much of a sex life. And she did have hormones and glands and juices and things, and these three men had taken advantage of her and touched her body all over--and her body had betrayed her.
And now she couldn't even pretend any more.
Her body had betrayed her to the point where she didn't even want to pretend any more. It did feel good to have them fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples. Vic's cock did feel good as it rapidly plunged in and out of her pussy. God, did it feel good! It felt so heavenly she didn't want him to ever stop--not until he had put out the fire that raged in her crotch.
She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips, and pulling him tighter against her.
His mocking grin grew stronger. "I knew you'd get in the spirit of things. Come on--hump your ass a little harder."
For an instant, she had a sickening picture of what a spectacle she must be presenting to Gordon. He was sitting there watching his own wife cooperating with the man who was raping her. But the picture disappeared as fast as it came. Gordon could have prevented this if he had wanted to. And if he didn't care what happened to her, then why should she care what he thought about it?
She lifted her hips, meeting Vic's thrusts, and gasped as his prick slammed. hard into her. She felt his balls slap against her upturned ass. Little babbling sounds broke from her throat and her head rocked from side to side.
Vic fucked her even harder and faster, feeling the sweat run down his back. So he'd been right in guessing that the little bitch had only been putting on an act to fool her husband. And once she'd dropped the act--God, what a hot little piece! He rammed his cock into her with all his force and she matched him stroke for stroke, driving her ass up at him as if she wanted to swallow him whole into her wet little cunt.
Maybe it was just as well that her stubborn bastard of a husband had refused to tell them the combination to the safe. This way he was getting one hell of a good fuck he wouldn't have had otherwise. A vague question appeared in the back of his mind but he wasn't able to think about it just then. There wasn't any time for that. There wasn't time for anything any more.
The pressure was building too high from the way he'd been pumping his prick into her tight juicy pussy and there was going to be a hell of an explosion any instant. She was going wild beneath him now, her hips churning, her head rolling, her nails clawing at his back. God, what a woman!
Suddenly her body stiffened and she hung suspended, her ass high off the floor. Then a shriek tore from her throat and she dissolved in a series of frenzied contortions as her body thrashed and bucked. He'd thought her cunt was wet before, but now it felt like a raging flood as her hot juices burst loose and poured over his cock.
It was more than he could stand. His prick jerked uncontrollably and the come spurted deep in her pussy in heavy jets. She screamed again and thrashed even more wildly. And he had to seize her hips and try to hold her in position as he continued flooding her cunt.
And finally, as the jerking of his cock slowly sub-sided, the question in the back of his mind took a more definite shape. If she fucked this wildly with her husband watching, what would she be like if he could get her off somewhere away from the stupid old bastard?