Chapter 9
Just five days had passed since the night of The Caves. It was 2:00 in the afternoon and June lay in the steaming tub, just as before, fondling her breasts with the soapy washcloth and readying herself to masturbate. Even as she indulged herself in her sexual fantasies, recalling every vivid detail of that delicious night of fucking and sucking, she marveled at her own insatiable sexual appetite. "You're terrible, June," she said aloud.
She lowered the washcloth, letting its lovely texture stimulate her vaginal lips and lightly tease her clit. So accustomed was she to this form of stimulation that it was no trouble to let her mind dwell on even non-sexual matters.
Things had certainly changed since that night at The Caves. Mandy had informed her that her husband Gene now avoided contact-sexual contact with her-and was claiming that he thought he was a "fag." This amused June, for Gene had phoned her three times since The Caves and had threatened to "turn fag" if she didn't meet him secretly again at the Aqua-Sex Motel. Poor Mandy! she thought, being taken in by Gene's cry of "fag." Perhaps he was fooling around with someone he had met at The Caves and was using the "fag" thing as an excuse for his lack of interest in her.
Or perhaps Gene, like her own husband, Norm, was simply exhausted from outside sexual dalliances. Yes, she knew Norm too well. She knew he was fucking someone, and she knew that the someone was undoubtedly a girl he had met at The Caves. But the difference between Mandy and herself, of course, was that Mandy seemed to be genuinely jealous whereas she couldn't care less. Well, she did care, of course, but she simply assumed that whatever Norm was getting into (literally) would run its course and then he'd be back for his nightly sex with her.
June knew she was not a lesbian, for certain, but at the same time her highly-sensual experience with that beautiful creature, Alma, had been a mind-blower. She now knew that it was possible to find a member of the opposite sex attractive physically, express desire with that individual, and even share an orgasm without committing herself to the role of "pervert."
It was a relief to have shed the guilt of a lifetime that had plagued her regarding her occasional admiration, very subdued sexual desire, for another female. Yes, she felt as if she were now a totally free and sensual human animal, the way she had always wished to be. For once, as a result of The Caves, she could admit true sexual feelings (almost all of them) to herself without feeling like some kind of low-life.
As the water gurgled down the drain, June had to smile though. Why then, if she were so free, was she avoiding young Hank and Jill? They had called her twice about rendezvousing with her for sexual purposes, and each time she had turned them down. Wasn't that some sign of lingering guilt? she wondered. What was she afraid of? Since that night at The Caves she had often visualized Hank's muscled body and desired him sexually. And wasn't young Jill a voluptuous female, very liberated, who might provide even more insight into this newfound freedom June proclaimed she had found?
As she dried herself, June resolved to make a date with the young couple if they phoned again. Yes, she would forget whatever it was that seemed to bother her about them. There was something strange in their eyes-something that hinted of bizarre sex that went beyond the bounds of the openness of The Caves. June could not precisely identify her instincts regarding Hank and Jill, and so she decided to cease being foolish, to cease over-analyzing what were no doubt unfounded fears. I'm still a prude, she thought.
Dressed, June settled into the big leather chair by the fireplace in the living room and began reading a gothic novel. The jacket claimed the book was "bold and sexual" for a gothic, but so far she hadn't found a single line in Lust in the Moor that remotely hinted of anything stronger than hand-holding. She was leafing through the pages, searching for the fuck-parts, when the phone rang. She got up and answered it on the kitchen phone.
It was Jill again. She wondered if June might be available for a threesome with her and Hank this afternoon. Hank would be leaving town on his job for two weeks the following day and this would be their last chance for a while. June agreed, even though it was getting late, took down the directions to their apartment in West Los Angeles, hung up and quickly went out to her car.
Half an hour later she pulled up in front of the two-story building. It was nice-a white building with green shutters-not the land of place where she had expected to find compulsive folks who craved group sex and threesomes. Eagerly, but with that same gnawing feeling within that there was something truly perverse about this rendezvous, June ascended the stairs and quietly knocked on the door of 324.
Jill opened the door just a crack, enough to identify June, then bade her enter. Jill was stark-naked, and over on the large couch Hank lay on his back, naked too, with his enormous hard-on sticking up in the air.
"Hi, honey," Jill said. "Hurry up and get out of your clothes. I was just giving Hank some head, getting him primed for your arrival. Want some coke?"
"Coke?" There was something wild in Jill's previously innocent-looking eyes. "No, I just had a glass of milk. I'm not thirsty."
"Thirsty?" Hank said, playing with his hard wanger. "Who said anything about thirst? She means coke-you know, cocaine. If s a groove fucking and sucking when you're high on coke."
"Uh-no thanks," June said, feeling terribly square.
She allowed Jill to help her out of her clothes, and then she obeyed and went over and sat down on the couch beside the reclining and muscled Hank, who promptly peeled back his foreskin and wagged his huge meat hunk back and forth.
"Suck me a little," he said, that wild look in his eyes. "Lick my prick and balls so Jill can watch. That turns her on more than anything, okay?"
"Okay," June said, truly lusting for the lovely looking prick before her. She bent forward and took the head gently into her mouth. Instantly she could feel its ooze increase. She could taste the sticky lubricant flowing from the cockhead. She swallowed and worked her mouth lower on the monster, caressing Hank's balls now as he moaned and began thrusting his hips slowly.
"A first-rate cocksucker," Hank complimented, digging his hands rather hard into her scalp. "Gulp cock, baby," he urged. "Harder, harder ... more, more."
"Ohhh, whoeee!" Jill squealed from the big chair next to the couch. She was fingering her pussy with one hand, rubbing her nipples with the other hand and staring with wild-eyed admiration at June's laving efforts. "I love the way that girl sucks a prick! I wish I had a movie of this. That girl knows how to take it all right down her gullet."
"Lick her cunt for a while," Hank ordered rather harshly. "Jill, eat her snatch while she licks and sucks. We want her nice and ready for-for the real good stuff."
"Sure, master," Jill said, and came over to June. In a moment, June's ass was raised high to make room for Jill's stabbing tongue in her gushing love hole.
June had nearly ceased her cocksucking to ask what was meant by "the real good stuff" to which Hank had alluded. Also, the use of the word master by Jill had June slightly puzzled. But now Jill's expert tongue, laving every inner fold of her vagina, drove such questions from her mind and she concentrated fully on giving Hank's incredibly beautiful, swollen and dribbling organ a first-rate cocksuck. She really got into the mood of it. She was massaging his big furry balls frenziedly and mewing and gobbling furiously now as he drove his prick savagely into her throat.
In fact, several times Hank actually hurt her throat with his cruel thrusts. June could not remember a man's cock actually hurting her in this way. At first she wondered if maybe she was doing something wrong, something different, but then she realized he was intentionally hurting her-repeatedly ... again ... again ... again....
June decided to cease her cocksucking and take a quick breather from the pain that Hank was delivering. But as she attempted to remove the big prick from her lips Hank grabbed her head in a vise-like grip and held her firmly in place. When he spoke, through clenched teeth, his voice was unlike that of any man's she had ever heard in a sexual situation.
"Stay right where you are, you dumb fucking broad, or I'll knock your fucking teeth out so you can suck my cock the way it's supposed to be sucked!"
June's eyes widened in terror and she froze for a moment.
"He means it, honey," Jill said from behind her. "Better do as he says. I-I don't have any teeth. H-He knocked them out a long time ago. I have dentures. Better do as he says, June."
June's heart beat insanely fast now, but not with lust-with abject terror. So her instincts about these two had been correct after all! Jesus, she thought, I've fallen in with a couple of sadists.
Hank's cock-thrusts were stabbing with such force now that June was gagging, wincing from the pain as the big organ drove deeper and deeper into her throat. It was as if he intended to poke a hole in the roof of her mouth, to permanently damage her throat muscles. He was laughing insanely now as he held her head in both hands and slammed his prick with his entire weight behind each stab.
"Stick your fingers up her cunt and asshole, Jill!" he commanded. "Do it! Jab 'em hard. Hurt, gouge, stick her with your nails! I wanna hear this little prima donna screaming all over my prick!"
Jill obeyed and the gouging and grinding motion in her vagina was almost too painful for June to bear. She did scream, but just as Hank had indicated, her screams poured forth only over his painful flesh-spear, muffled. She attempted to pull away then, and Hank slapped her brutally across the cheek. She saw stars.
"Try that again and I'll pull your hair out by the fistful, bitch!" he yelled, and then he tore out one fistful to give her a sample.
She stopped sucking from the pain and, again, his palm slapped her face. "Suck, dumb cunt!" he screamed. "Suck until I tell you to stop or you'll never know what hit you!"
Tears streaming down her face, June somehow managed to go on ingesting the gristly, huge cock that dug and tore at her mouth so relentlessly. Finally, she sensed that he was about to come. God, she hoped so. For the first time in years, she actually prayed. She considered striking him as hard as she could directly in the testicles, then running, but she feared this monster might somehow survive the blow and beat her senseless.
Abruptly, Hank ceased his hip-thrusting. "Oh, no you don't, bitch!" he rasped. "I ain't coming in your mouth and then going limp. Huh-uh. I'm saving my lust so I can really get into the spirit for our next little treat. We gonna play tie-up and strap-the-dolly...."
Holding June's face out at a distance, he then stared directly into her eyes, as though savoring the sight of her reaction to the agonizing pain that Jill was still delivering to her vagina and rectum with cruel fingers.
"Okay, cut the cunt and ass jabbing," Hank instructed, "and go get the cord and the strap."
Jill obeyed, rose and left for one of the back bedrooms.
"Please ... please?" June whimpered. "Just let me go home. I've had enough ... please? Please?"
"Not yet, little Miss Sweet Bitch. We picked you for a reason. We want you to learn humility. I'm sure glad nobody there at The Caves warned you about us. This is perfect. Just perfect! Don't worry, we'll let you go, but only when we've taught you a little about pain-sex."
"I-I d-don't want t-to know," June blubbered.
"'Course you don't, but who knows? Maybe you'll even like it. Li'l Jill's got so's she likes it. It's all in what you get used to." He gave her hair a fierce tug and June's tears streamed down her face as she conjured up new visions of horrors these two monsters might be capable of perpetrating.
Jill returned then, holding a leather strap and a coil of what looked like clothesline. There was a scarf, too.
"OK," Hank said, "Let's get her gagged, then tie her up and lay the strap to her."
June resisted, trying to cry out, but Hank's strong hand clamped about her mouth until they had secured the scarf about her neck, over her mouth, then tied her hands behind her back. Then she was down on her knees with a handful of hair in Hank's hand. "Take her hair, Jill," Hank ordered, "while I tan her ass."
They transferred her hair from Hank's hand to Jill's, and then June felt the leather belt cruelly lashing her buttocks and lower legs. Again and again it struck, but besides the pain there was the fury and the anger and the degradation of this thing that was being done to her. Such rage June had never known, but mostly there was the terrible pain that struck again and again until she thought she would lose consciousness. Yes, she was passing out. She could feel herself blacking out-.anything, a blessed relief from the pain.
But the cunning animal brain that lurked within this creature, Hank, seemed to sense she was losing consciousness. He stopped the vicious leather strapping, the blows he had delivered with all his strength at the precise instant before June began to slump onto the floor, prone.
Raising her back onto her knees, he said: "I'm going to slide under her and fuck her ass hole," he said, "while you make her eat your cunt, hear?"
"Yesss," Jill replied, really into the scene herself now. "Yes, master, yesssssss!" She cackled then, getting into position, Jill was hissing, and they were degenerate devils, who reveled in hurting, the most perverse and vile beings imaginable, June thought
"Oh second thought," Hank said, "I think I'll fuck her asshole dog-style, yeah. I can hurt her better that way. OK, eat cunt little princess," he rasped, "while I plug that butt till it bleeds!"
June had tasted pussy at The Caves, but it had not been like this. There it had been a new experience-strangely pleasurable-but now was cruel, genuinely obscene, for Jill held her hair and forced her to lick cunt and asshole while Hank intentionally drove his mallet-like prick at cruel angles to induce pain.
Three times the pain became so intense June broke free from Jill's slurpy crotch to emit screams as the brutal prick drove harshly into her innards. Once she blacked out only to awaken and find them still stabbing and probing at her. She wondered if it would ever end.
Finally, though, Hank unplugged himself from her asshole, told Jill to mount her with a dildo, which he produced from a cabinet Then, while Jill fucked her painfully in the ass, Hank stuck his unwashed prick into June's mouth and pumped until his spend spurted in horrendous globs, pouring out over her chin.
Following this, June retreated into a state of near-catatonic shock. As though in a dream, she felt them sliding a rubber sheet beneath her, administering a scalding hot enema and, finally, tying her ankles and wrists to the legs of tables and chairs.
"Now for the come!" Hank screamed. "The triumph that proves pain is the most beautiful of all aphrodisiacs! All right, Jill," he said, "start sucking her breasts real nice while I make her clit come with my oh-so-gentle mouth."
They were demons, for sure, June knew, for suddenly some of the most ecstatic feelings she had ever experienced came in waves all over her body. Her coming was a gasping, seismic thing that left her screaming and bucking involuntarily for several minutes. They both stood watching her then, reveling in their victim the way she imagined a vampire might over a newly-claimed victim.
Afterward, they both questioned her for a long time, and she gave them the answers she knew they wanted to hear. She praised their brutal methods of inducing the most intense of all orgasms. "Yes," she lied, "I am hooked. I hated you both there for a while, but I-I have to have more. It was exquisite. Pain is delicious ... I know that now. Oh, thank you ... thank you-"
They both seemed satisfied with her answers, and after she made a date to meet them again in three days, for another "treatment," they permitted her to leave. They did not know that she despised them, loathed them. She had no desire to join their evil sickness that left a girl without teeth, like Jill.
She staggered down the stairs to her car, every inch of her body aching, and as she drove bleary-eyed for home, she began to loathe herself. How low she had sunk! How could she have fallen into the clutches of two such sadists? No, she decided, one a sadist and the other a masochist! For the first time, she knew she had found, at last, the outer limit of her curiosity regarding sex.
June sobbed as she drove, driving as though drunk, weaving in the late-afternoon traffic
"I hate you, Jill and Hank," she kept repeating over and over. "I hate you both. You have ruined it all ... you ruined the whole group idea for me. You ruined it totally."