Chapter 7
Strange things happened in the little town the following day. The usual indolence was broken by a series of events that would be talked about for the next decade. The results of the day's activities took weeks to sort out, but ended in such a manner that even the victims were not altogether sorry about what had happened.
The morning had passed quietly enough, but shortly after noon the town was stirred to awareness by an invasion of an unknown motorcycle gang. Nobody knew where the Wild Angels had come from nor where they were headed. They seemed to ride in on the wind, destroying all in their path and then as quickly vanish, never to be seen again.
They arrived in the central square of the town and soon made themselves quite at home. They piled into the only saloon in town and ordered all the beer that was available. Mr. Smythe was worried about them but hardly dared to disobey their orders. To compound the situation the only cop in the town was out on vacation.
Before long the twenty hoodlums had destroyed Mr. Smythe's bar and grill and were out on the streets looking for action. Joe Thanatos, the leader, soon discovered that there was nobody worth fighting in the town and decided to look for some sexual action instead.
They tore through the narrow streets, breaking windows and kicking in doors. It was like a scene from a Hollywood war movie, but the townsmen took it closer to heart. They tried to hide from the rampaging delinquents, but entirely without success.
The Wild Angels broke into every house that looked interesting, but could come up with no suitably attractive females. Fortunately, most of the girls were at the local high school and were not expected home for hours. Perhaps by that time the gang would be gone.
The town looked like it had been bombed. Telephone poles were uprooted from the ground. Stores were looted and their merchandise scattered in the streets. Nothing was sacred to the Angels and they even depredated the church. The altar was devastated as if by an invasion of Vandals and Goths.
Still the gang could find no women. They were worked up into a frenzy by the alcohol they had polished off and were like a bunch of bulls in heat. They wandered through the town with huge erections sticking out of their flies, willing to fuck anything in skirts.
The only women available were the town housewives, who were dragged from their homes and stripped in the streets. Mrs. Perry was the first to be taken from her home and had to service a dozen of the hoodlums before they finally let her go. They hung her over a rail that had been used in the last century for hitching horses and took turns fucking her cunt and ass-hole until she was too exhausted to move.
Mrs. Jones was forced to suck off the leader of the gang before an admiring audience of their followers. They cheered Joe on, encouraging him to fill her mouth with scum until the poor woman thought she would choke on his huge throbbing prick. Joe had a prick like a horse and used it to drive her to distraction. No plea for mercy worked on the insane gangsters and they promised to stay until they had fucked every woman in town. Even Mrs. Hammertroth was pulled from her home and forced to service them.
She, in fact, suffered more than any woman in town. Joe liked older woman, and made a special point of forcing her to do a strip-tease in the main square of the town. It was a grotesque sight, but the perverted Angels took it in and gathered around her for a gang-bang.
They fucked her by twos and threes until she felt sure that she would die of shame and abuse. They made her take every degrading posture that they could think of until her mind began to wander towards insanity. She had not touched a man since the death of her husband and it was no kind of re-initation into sex to satisfy a woman of her moralistic persuasions. She begged for mercy, promising them money, but they turned a deaf ear to her pleas.
Mrs. Hammertroth was forced to sing and dance for the lusting brutes and then had to submit to giving every one a blow job. It was something she had not done in years and her jaw ached from the unfamiliar exertions. Every time she thought they had finished with her another gang member would throw her to the ground and force her to submit.
Joe Thanatos seemed to take a special interest in her and was in the very forefront of her tormentors. He forced her to go down on her knees before him. Slapping her across her lined face, he began to insult her using words that the old woman had not heard in years.
"Alright, you dried-up old hag," he taunted her, "Let's see if you still know how to suck cock. You're going to lick it until it shoots all over your face. And I know you're going to like it. Tell me and the rest of the boys just how much you like to suck dick."
"Yes, I like it," she gasped, afraid that they would kill her if she refused to play along. "I want to suck your cock and swallow your scum. I want to suck off all your friends too and swallow their come as well."
The Wild Angels could hardly restrain their glee. They gathered around their leader, ignoring the women they had captured, to watch him work on the ugly old woman. Her knees had been scraped on the concrete pavement and her face was already covered with semen.
Joe brandished his huge prick in his right hand and made her sit up like a dog to beg for it. He then whipped her across the face with the rock-hard organ, hitting her so hard that her cheeks were soon swollen with welts. Then he entered her for real, plunging his rod all the way into the back of her throat until the woman was ready to choke.
She gagged on the huge burden and felt that it would rip her tonsils from her throat, but she was afraid even to try to spit it out. Many of the gang members were holding open switchblade knives in their hands and they looked like they knew how to use them.
Joe bucked forward and soon was ready to shoot his load. He buried his prick into her throat and grabbed on to her sagging breasts. The old woman cringed with pain as he twisted her nipples, but was soon rewarded with a mouthful of scum that seemed to fill her to the scalp.
They left her alone for a while and she sat down naked on the pavement, too tired and humiliated even to look for her clothing. The gang turned their attention to Mrs. Perry, a passionate woman who had been a willing hostess to most of the male members of the commune.
She began to think that the visit of the gang was a punishment for her infidelity and willingly submitted to their tortures. There was no other choice available to the unfortunate woman, as the gang had no intention of letting a big-breasted beauty like her escape their evil clutches. They gathered around her like a flock of vultures and argued as to who should fuck her first.
"Why don't we fuck her three at a time," one member suggested. "She looks like she's got enough tit for all of us. Ain't that a good idea?"
The rest of the gang agreed and they soon had arranged her body to their satisfaction. She was forced to squat on her heels, an uncomfortable position at best, but far worse when they all took turns pushing her onto her face. The poor woman was soon covered with scrapes and bruises.
"Let's go," Joe shouted to his troops, "Last one in is a rotten egg. She sure looks nice, doesn't she? I can hardly wait to get into that ass-hole."
So saying, he bent the woman forward and shoved his prick into her tiny virgin ass-hole. Mrs. Perry screamed with pain but could do nothing after a while but submit. Another gang member lay down beneath her and soon had his rod buried in her cunt. He pinched her clitoris viciously as he entered her, causing her to leap backward so that Joe's prick was buried even deeper into her bleeding ass-hole.
Nor was her mouth to be spared. Jim, a huge hairy man with the strength of a horse, approached her and demanded that she suck his dick. It was a heavy organ that her jaw could barely hold, but she hastened to obey his commands. He rubbed it between her huge breasts at first, and then forced it all the way into her mouth.
Meanwhile the gang was busy destroying what was left of the town. They tore the cobblestones out of the streets and threw them through whatever windows remained unbroken. One of them discovered the town hall and they went on a rampage, pulling the building to pieces until nothing was left but the bare framework.
Telephone poles were uprooted and electrical wiring destroyed so that the town would be removed from communication with the outside world. A roadblock was set up at both ends of the main road so that nobody could escape. The townspeople soon realized that they were in the hands of professional criminals. Mrs. Hammertroth wondered how many other towns they had destroyed in the same manner.
Any men who were unfortunate enough to remain in the town that day were beaten severely and tied up in the church. Nobody was killed, miraculously, but several suffered severe wounds from which they would be hospitalized for weeks. The men discussed the gang and decided that they must be somehow allied with the commune. They decided to wipe out "Cunt Shack" at the first opportunity.
Little did they know that the Wild Angels had never heard of the community. None of them had the good sense to suggest that they go up there and rape the younger women available. It would have saved them from the ravages of the gang, but they were too stunned to think of it.
The Angels continued their rampage until the town was in shambles. It looked like it had been struck with an atom bomb and they couldn't imagine how it could be repaired. They had worked hard to build their town, but now the fruit of years of labor had been destroyed in a matter of hours.
The gang tired of ripping up the homes and public buildings and decided to abuse the women some more. They discovered the local schoolhouse and dragged the children out from under their seats. The girls were too young even for them to rape, but the schoolteacher did not get off so easily. She was dragged from her desk and carried through the streets until they had reached the main square.
Ella Rainey was a beautiful girl, new to the town, as she had only been hired a month earlier to teach there. She was in her early twenties and had a beautiful sophisticated face to top off her magnificent curvaceous body. She had been considered the best-looking girl in town, and soon paid for her prettiness.
The Wild Angels could hardly wait to get into her. They pulled her stylish clothing from her body and stood back to admire her charms. She was tall and slender, with a huge pair of tits and a prominent ass that was so big you could roll dice on it. Her legs were her loveliest feature. Long muscular limbs that were covered with a patina of fine blonde down.
At that point she would have sacrificed all her charms for a moment of peace. It seemed as if an infinity of greasy calloused hands were abusing her body, feeling and kneading her tender flesh until she cried out for mercy. She was forced to her hands and knees and soon saw that she was to be their next victim.
Joe, as usual, was the first to torment her. He treated her like a whore, cursing and slapping her until the tears ran down her lovely face. Her make-up poured off her, streaking her cheeks until her face looked like a grotesque mask. Then it was time for them to assault her in earnest.
"Let's go," one of them shouted, "she's ready to go and so am I. It's about time we found a good-looking babe in this pisswater town."
It was like the firing of a starter's gun at a track meet. The brutes surrounded her, closing in on her beautiful body until she could see nothing but naked men. They threw her over the hitching rail and took turns entering her cunt and ass-hole until she was too weak to resist.
Ella had been a virgin until her first trip up the hill to the commune. Larry had made a woman out of her and she had gone back on several occasions to join in on their orgies. This was a form of sex that she had never even heard of and the violence of their attack was almost enough to send her over the brink.
She was tempted to betray her friends and lovers, but realized that it would do her no good. There were enough of the Wild Angels to handle the commune and the town and there might as well be one place left where they could go for food and shelter. She kept her mouth shut and put up with her torments like an ancient stoic.
One prick after another crashed into her body until she lost count of her attackers. There were at least twenty, although some might have come back for seconds. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend that it was all happening to somebody else. It calmed her down momentarily, but she was soon to realize that her torments had just begun.
Ella was dragged roughly to her feet and forced to parade before the admiring eyes of the gang. They took turns whipping her with their garrison belts until she felt her body dissolve with pain. They discussed what to do with her and soon came to the conclusion that they wanted to see a little show featuring her and Mrs. Hammertroth.
It was ironic in a certain sense, since Mrs. Hammertroth had been her bitterest enemy in the town. The old hag could not bear the sight of a dewy, young interloper and had done everything possible to make her stay in the town a nightmare. Now they would be forced to make love to one another.
Ella looked at the trembling old woman and wondered if she could touch her withered body without vomiting. They were pushed together and told to make love quickly and passionately. If they did it well enough the gang would leave, which she knew was a lie.
Still, there was no alternative, and she braced herself.
Grimacing bitterly, she tried to prepare for the disgusting experience. It was a small compensation that Mrs. Hammertroth was even more humiliated than she. They walked up to each other and Ella soon took over. She had seen Doris and Sandy make love at the commune and knew what two women did together. She kissed the old hag full on the lips and practically gagged from the taste.
The hag tasted as if she hadn't brushed her teeth in ages and Ella began to wonder if the gang didn't have a point in their violent attitude. The town was full of people who had abused their bodies in a manner far worse than the tortures of the Wild Angels. She decided that it was better to be raped than to molder away on the shelf.
Mrs. Hammertroth lay down on the sidewalk, wincing at the feel of the cold concrete, and parted her legs, revealing a practically hairless bush. Her skin was withered and gray. It had probably not been exposed to sunlight in twenty years. It was a stomach-turning sight, a natural emetic, and she had to hold her breath.
Ella bent over her and forced her tongue into the disgusting opening. She wondered how anybody could ever have fucked the witch, but had little time for such reflections. The gang was growing restive and she knew that she had to amuse them before they initiated a fresh round of violence and destruction.
She spread the withered legs with her long lingers and shoved her tongue into the opening. It was so tight with disuse that she had to lick it before she could get in. It was not as noisome as she had expected, but not exactly the kind of thing she desired. Ella was a brave girl and was soon resigned to her fate. Somebody had to save the town and it might as well be the teacher.
She shifted her position so that her own cunt was directly over Mrs. Hammertroth's face. The old man-hater surprised her by immediately licking at her clitoris in a manner that belied years of experience. So that was her secret, the witch was a closet lesbian. Under other circumstances it would have been a source of amusement.
The old girl really knew how to eat cunt and the gang stood around them spellbound. It was a rare sight and they relished it with loud cheers of encouragement. Their foul language disgusted the two women, but by that time they had discovered each other's bodies and were nearly oblivious to any distraction.
Ella discovered that it was quite stimulating to make love to another woman, even one as ugly as her present partner. She wondered why she had never taken advantage of the generous offers of Cindy and Lina and the rest. They would find a new convert when next she visited them.
She worked her tongue into the tight opening and wondered if her lover were a virgin. She remembered that the woman had been married for years, so that her cunt must have shrunk from atrophy. It was an ugly thought which she quickly repressed. Mrs. Hammertroth was eating out her pussy so well that she could barely keep her thoughts in order.
She reached out with her hands and began to caress the older woman's withered dugs. She responded to the caress with passion and soon used her own arthritic fingers to knead Ella's swelling boobs. They soon forget all about the men who had captured them.
It was a revelation for Mrs. Hammertroth as well. She had repressed a lifetime of lesbianic desires, sublimating her libido in charity work. She had always chosen to work with the local girl scout troop, which had only served to increase her torment. Now she could not help but admit to herself that she had coveted the bodies of other women.
Ella shoved her finger up the old bag's ass-hole, finding it somewhat more accessible than her dripping cunt. She worked her finger around the tiny opening until the woman moaned with lust. The gang came to life again and started to cheer them on. It was the most stimulating thing they had ever seen and several of them were masturbating with enthusiasm as they watched.
Ella was practically ready to come. She worked harder on her partner, determined to bring the woman to an orgasm. It would be a personal victory of sorts and would compensate for her own humiliation. She felt a new humanity arise in her, born of their common suffering. They would be bound together for life by their strange experience.
Mrs. Hammertroth was the first to come, emptying a surprisingly large stream of pussy juice into the shocked teacher's mouth and then licked and sucked with all her strength to bring the younger woman to the far shores of lustful ecstasy. Ella did not keep her waiting long. It was impossible to resist the old bag's manipulations.
Mrs. Hammertroth used all her long neglected skills to increase Ella's pleasure. She dug her horny fingers into the teacher's soft buttocks and rubbed her dripping pussy against her heaving tits. In no time Ella was ready to fly, ready to fill her mouth with come.
Ella found that her body had a life of its own. She began to buck and gyrate uncontrollably and her muscles began to knot and tighten. She relaxed momentarily and then experienced a final spasm that left her weak and drained. She filled the old bag's mouth with her sweet cunt honey and sat back to watch her gulp it down.
The gang stood up and applauded. It was the most interesting and stimulating thing they had seen all day and they wanted another performance. One of them handed Ella a huge rubber dildo, studded with brass, and told her to use it on the old woman.
Mrs. Hammertroth recoiled with disgust. This wasn't the kind of thing she was used to. The old witch seemed to think that she had some control over the young gangsters and tried to refuse their request. She was quickly silenced by a hard slap in the face and told to obey before they decided to end her worthless life on the spot.
There was nothing to do but their bidding, however perverted. She lay on the cold sidewalk and spread her legs to invite Ella's assault. The young teachers had overcome her initial revulsion and was more than happy to join in on the fun.
She brandished the dildo high over her head, with a threatening look on her face. It was great to see the old hag trembling and groveling before her, so she made the best of the situation. The laughter and cheers of the motorcycle gang encouraged her. She soon decided that they were not as bad as she had thought. They were simply a lonely and frustrated group of overgrown children.
If she could have seen the collection of erotic books and instruments that Mrs. Hammertroth kept hidden in her personal escritoire she would have felt even easier about abusing her twat. Mrs. Hammertroth had been a lesbian for years, in thought if not in deed. She was frightened and stimulated at the same time and it was hard to say which emotion predominated in her mind.
In any case, she was to know no mercy that day, for Ella was well aware that the gang was itching to go on another rampage. Only the show they were witnessing kept them from further depredations of the defenseless town. She determined to keep them rooted to the spot for as long as possible and there was but one way to do so.
She approached the harridan with a sinister smile on her face and told her to prepare to be fucked. The dildo was at least eight inches long and four inches thick. The brass studs stood out on its surface like the sole of a hob-nailed boot.
Mrs. Hammertroth tried to muster a contemptuous look, but failed completely in her efforts. She was dying to feel the huge artificial prick reaming out her cunt and spread her skinny legs as far as they would go. She closed her eyes and tacitly invited Ella to use her at her will.
Ella wasted no time. She leaped on top of the bitch and began to rub the huge rubber organ between the dried-up breasts. Then she ordered Mrs. Hammertroth to suck on it, not leaving her alone until the dildo was covered with saliva. It gave her a feeling of great power to torture the prude. Maybe she would be run out of town for her activities, but there was always the commune to return to in a pinch.
Finally it was time to rape the old harridan's cunt. Ella kneeled over her, her lovely boobs handing in front of her victim's sweating face, and ever so slowly shoved the dildo five inches into her dried-up old twat. Mrs. Hammertroth moaned with lust and started to beg her to shove it even further into her quim.
"Oh, Ella," she crooned, "shove it in further. You're so lovely and it feels so good. I've always wanted you, Ella, ever since you moved to this town. Fuck me, darling, fuck me and I'll come all over your lovely hands."
She said it in such a high-flown affected manner that the gang broke up in laughter. The idea of the old whore getting so turned on was the most amusing thing they had ever seen. They tightened their circle around the lovers and screamed their encouragement.
Ella had no need of the cheering section. She found that she enjoyed the masculine role in sex and knew that she was in for a future full of sapphic experiences. If she could turn on an iceberg like Mrs. Hammertroth then she would know just how good a lover she was.
She shoved the dildo all the way into the dried-up old cunt, amazed at how easily it disappeared between the dripping labia. It didn't seem to hurt her partner a bit, despite the sharp brass crescents that studded the rubber surface. If Mrs. Hammertroth could take it there was no reason to hold back for a second.
The old witch began to grind her hips and ass into the pavement, oblivious to the sharp concrete that was scoring her skin with a million scraped dimples. She was completely stimulated by that point and wanted only one thing, a quick and violent orgasm.
Ella had a brilliant idea. If it was so easy for the hag to swallow the dildo with her cunt, why not try her ass-hole and see if it was equally commodious. She ordered her to turn over and was obeyed immediately. Mrs.
Hammertroth was too far gone even to know what was about to happen to her. She found out soon enough.
The clever schoolteacher turned around to smile and wink at Joe. He ordered his gang to suppress their laughter momentarily, so as not to spoil the joke. Mrs. Hammertroth looked so ridiculous with her withered buttocks waving in the breeze that silence was a task of a herculean order. Still, they obeyed their leader and kept their mouths shut.
"Well, honey," sighed Mrs. Hammertroth, "aren't you ready to shove it into my cunt yet. You shouldn't keep me waiting. It's really quite improper."
It was too much to resist. Ella snuck up behind her and quickly forced the dildo right up her ass-hole. The old hag fell on her face in surprise, trying to crawl away from the searing pain that threatened to bifurcate her ugly old body. It was quite a sight.
She soon realized that she was the victim of a practical joke, one which she did not take with the best of graces. She screamed and ranted, cursing the gang and threatening Ella with punishments that had been extinct since the times of the Inquisition.
Her threats were hilarious, coming from an old hag groveling naked in the public square with a dildo shoved up her ass. Ella buggered her for a while and then decided to show her some mercy. The old woman had shown some signs of humanity that day and it would be a shame to drive her into a position where she would have to repress it.
She slid the dildo out of the sore and puffy anus and replaced it in the taut cunt. Mrs. Hammertroth sighed with relief and the gang seemed to have no objections to the change of venue. The big rod slid easily into the well-lubricated aperture. Mrs. Hammertroth was ready to fly.
Ella used the big tool like a master. She made the old hag work for her jollies, giving her just a few inches at a time. Mrs. Hammertroth had to grind her skinny ass backwards but was continually frustrated. Ella would draw the big thing away from her so that she practically fell on her ass in her attempts to swallow it.
Finally Ella showed her some mercy and shoved it in until she could barely hold onto the end of the dildo. The harridan's cunt was surprisingly large and she seemed capable of taking a dildo twice that size. The rod began to emerge soaking in pussy juice and Ella knew that the old hag was not far from orgasm.
She shoved it in harder and faster, slapping at the curvaceous buttocks with her strong hands. Soon Mrs. Hammertroth's ass was red and sore, but she ignored the pain in her overwhelming desire to get her rocks off. She ground her ass like a stripper, squeezing with the inner muscles of her vagina as if she wanted to make the dildo a permanent addition to her genitalia.
Ella kept slamming away at her until the old hag was ready to come. She bucked her body back and forth until she could take it no longer. Her fingers were busily manipulating her breasts and clitoris and it was only a matter of time. Finally she let go, flooding the dildo with her hot frothing come which ran down Ella's slender arm to the elbow. The gang cheered and clapped like a crowd of monkeys.
Mrs. Hammertroth leaped to her feet, infuriated now that her passion was spent. Her years of bitterness poured out of her like a cascade of vitriol. She cursed everything and everyone around her, heedless of the consequences.
"You bastards will pay for this," she wailed, "I'll see you all in the penitentiary. I know where you came from, bitch, from Cunt Shack, that disgusting commune up on the hill. I'll get the men folks of the town to burn the place down and we'll run you out of the community on a rail. You mark my words, we'll get even for this outrage."
The cat was out of the bag. It took but a few moments for the gang to find out all about the commune and they soon pulled on their clothing, mounted their shiny motorcycles and headed on up the hill. It looked bad for the commune and Mrs. Hammertroth chuckled with glee.
She turned to Ella, but the girl had already disappeared. She figured that she could take a short cut and reach the commune before the Wild Angels. Ella simply had to warn her friends of the danger, regardless of personal consequences. They had shown her the meaning of love and she meant to return the favor.
She pulled her torn clothes around her lovely body and ran off to the hill, leaving Mrs. Hammertroth to pick up the pieces of her lonely and wretched existence. Maybe the gang had done the girl a favor at that, but there was no time to think about it.