Chapter 9
The following morning, Mac unlocked her door, and then left the house before she had a chance to come out. After cleaning the house, Jill spent the entire day watching TV, and it was toward the end of the day, while watching the news, that she saw a newsreel photo of her hotel, the one where she stayed with her brother. Her mind had been tuned out, but now she listened as she heard that a man had been found dead in one of the hotel rooms, a dope addict who had been unable to get his fix that day and who had consequently bashed his own brains out against the edge of a bathtub. She waited apprehensively, knowing what was to come, and sure enough, a few moments later, the dead man was identified as Tom Caldwell.
Tom was dead, and maybe his own private hell had ended. She hoped so. As far as she was concerned, her obligation to Mac Zee was over. He had let her brother die.
But when the door opened a few minutes later, Mac came in, and with him was Laura, Jill's female lover, and two men he called Ron and Steve. Ron had long, dark-brown hair that flowed down to his shoulders, a mustache, and he had a large cigar sticking out of his mouth. Steve was slender, with light hair, almost blond, and clean-shaven. Both were wearing business suits.
"It's showtime, baby," he told her. "Guess what! I found out that jerk I had here yesterday, George Poulos, really is a fed. So I'm gonna do the organization a favor and get rid of him. They don't know anything, yet. I'm gonna spring my surprise on them after these two guys make the hit. As part of the reward for bumping off Poulos, they get to fuck you, first. Take her upstairs, boys. I'll watch!"
Jill knew that if she went for her gun now, they'd take it away from her and possibly kill her, as well. No! She'd have to wait until she and Mac were alone.
Without being told, she silently preceded everyone up the stairs. They went into her bedroom, and with mounting apprehension she watched as Ron began stripping off his clothes, neatly hanging everything in the nearby closet. Laura was watching with a bemused expression on her face.
She was unable to control a shiver as she saw Ron's cock, long and thick, like his cigar, jut out when released from the confines of his pants. The large red tip was rubbery and firm, shining with its own emissions. Beneath it, the large, heavy sac of his dangling scrotum hung pendulously, and Jill shivered at the sight of the man's swollen genitals.
She watched as Ron began to move toward her. Her eyes were wide with surprise and horror, and her mouth opened. She was, in essence, being turned over to two men. At first, she had thought Laura had been brought for the other man. Now she realized the two men were going to take her on, together. Laura was there to observe her reaction and let Mac know whether or not she was ready for some other beastly thing Mac might have in mind.
Laura, along with Mac and Steve, were watching her very closely as Ron's eyes were wandering avariciously up and down her shuddering young body, noting its voluptuousness. She turned, looking for some place to run, but there was no place. Ron didn't bother dragging her to the bed. He hurled her to the floor. Then he was on top of her, pulling her toward him.
His warm wet mouth, covered by an even larger mustache than Mac's, clamped itself firmly against hers as the man pushed her backward, straightening her out on the floor until she was completely supine. Panic worked its way into her terrified brain. She had no idea whether she was capable of handling two men.
A terrible sense of unreality permeated her shell-shocked consciousness. This just wasn't happening...not to her. Her brother was dead. Her obligation to Mac was over, though it was obvious he didn't seem to think so.
She turned her eyes mutely toward Laura, appealing for some kind of help, but Laura didn't react in any way. Jill really didn't blame the other woman. Being a woman, Laura's primary interest in this jungle of men was to simply survive. But it was the leer on Mac's face that she hated the most, and she swore, before the night was out, she would be free of him.
She was aware of her fearfully quivering thighs being tugged wider and wider apart, and then the sensual impact of a probing hand was felt against the tenderness of her flesh. In spite of her strong inner revulsion, a thrill of familiar excitement began coursing through her at the lascivious contact. Ron began a gentle, rubbing stroke of her throbbing vaginal lips, and she was amazed to discover she was already wet down there. Involuntarily she found herself slowly parting her thighs all the wider, giving him greater access to her anxious cunt. Yes, her cunt was anxious.
"She's about ready right now," Mac said, gesturing to Steve, the other hit man, whose eyes were glued to the delightfully enticing sight of her succulent coral cunt.
"Yeah," Ron called out. "She juices quickly. She's ready."
Jill blushed a deep red because of the comments the men were unconcernedly passing back and forth about her. She was mortified and wanted all this to end, and yet, her body was already nagging at her. Now that it had been aroused, it needed satisfaction. The body was actually welcoming the outraged treatment she was receiving. An anticipatory flush began coursing uncontrollably through her shuddering form, together with a definite softening of her original resistance. She pulled her breath in sharply when she felt the burning head of Ron's pulsing cock as it nudged against the quivering folds of her slick vagina. She was overfilled with a sense of expectancy and knew there was no way to prevent this. So she allowed herself to go along with it. She drifted toward helpless acquiescence. All during this time, a warning voice kept sounding in her brain that there would be more violation of her, and more, and more.
But it was too late for her to back out. She wasn't able to get away from these terrible people. The time for screaming, for resisting was long gone. It was her brother at whom she ought to have screamed. His were the blandishments she ought to have resisted. She had given herself in bondage to Mac Zephyr to try helping a brother who had refused to be helped. Now her body was in command of her mind, and her body demanded cock. Cock it would receive.
With a grunt, Ron shoved his prong forward, violently invading her feminine garden. The giant shaft of his fully erect organ entered her waiting cunt with flesh-splitting pain.
"Uuunnnnnggg gghh!" she gasped, not prepared for such a vicious thrust all at once. Even Mac Zee, for the most part, had always gone in slowly. It was obvious these men lacked even his finesse.
All the breath had been knocked from her lungs, and all she was able to do was lie there helplessly on the floor, pinned by the violently savage penetration of the sex-crazed fiend on top of her. She felt as if she had been sliced neatly in half, her interior filled to overflowing with cock as the hotly pulsating instrument crammed itself into her belly with a single fearful thrust. The man had managed to bury every last inch of the organ into her with a single push. Now he was flexing it inside her quivering body, making the ache in her reverberate throughout all of her. At this moment, Jill was certain she wouldn't have been able to move even to save her life. The penis inside her body had gone in too quickly, not giving her a chance to adjust, and she felt as if the man was ready to kill her.
At last he began pulling back, and Jill had to clench her teeth tightly against the harsh, grating feel of it. It was as if the tender inner membranes inside her had been pulled out mercilessly, and she wondered if, when this was all over, she would ever be able to stand again. Without waiting for her to adjust, once he was all the way back, Ron powered forward again, slamming the full length of his lust-bloated shaft into the flamingly quivering depths of her vagina all over again.
He began a steady cadent fucking into her, establishing an easy rhythm, widening her quickly, his hands gripping her hips and holding her solidly in place. As he continued pumping in and out of her narrow oscitancy, Jill, to her intense relief, quickly felt the discomfort turn to the pleasure she had been seeking as her inner self began lubricating all the more heavily, enabling her to accommodate the lance of flesh. Of their own accord, her hips began to automatically flex upward and rock gently in perfect time with the man's driving, fucking tempo.
Her brain was seething with all kinds of tumultuous thoughts. This time, everything had taken place so quickly, before her mind even had an opportunity to adjust. The three men and the woman had simply entered the house, all but forced her up to the bedroom, and one of them had undressed himself, pushed her to the floor, and with the littlest manual stimulation, had simply jammed his cock into the temple of her body. She was completely unused to anything like this, even though her being with Mac Zee had taught her to expect just about anything.
It occurred to Jill that being a whore or a tramp was sometimes more a state of mind than anything else. If she believed herself to be a whore, then that was what she was. Otherwise, in spite of all that had happened to her, she was still as pure and pristine as the day was long. Seeing Laura made her realize she would never be able to think like the more slender woman. What was more, at this juncture, she realized she didn't want to think like Laura. There was still a chance of getting out of this, and she wanted to take it. Even if it meant killing Mac Zee, she wasn't going to live the rest of a short, sordid life whoring for an uncaring son of a bitch whose only interest in her was to use and abuse her.
It wasn't right for her to speculate about the future at this moment. She was in the middle of a bizarre situation, one over which she had absolutely no control, and to which, she had to confess, she had not really offered any real resistance. Yes, she liked sex, liked it a lot more than she had ever expected. But her liking to go to bed with a man had nothing to do with her being a tramp. She was more determined than ever to work her way out of this.
She was being fucked at the moment by a man she didn't know at all, save he was a killer. This being the case, there was a good chance he carried his gun with him, somewhere. If she was able to get to her own gun, she might be able to find his gun, and then create a series of "accidents." Right now, she was still in the process of being fucked with three interested onlookers enjoying the spectacle.
Unable to help herself, she realized she was beginning to enjoy the salacious sensations pouring through her, rippling from the depths of her cock-filled vagina, and though her mind was trying to think ahead to afterward, her body only cared about the present. It was responding in the way to which it had become accustomed over the past few weeks, with total and complete submission. Her feminine interior welcomed the solid masculinity dominating and controlling it, and her thighs opened themselves happily wider in order to receive even more of the penile obtruder.
Her eagerly receptive tunnel flowered wider and wider, anxious to receive deep, hard, violent thrusts of cock, and she arched her lovely back to allow the lust-stiffened lance to drive to the deepest part of her inner self. Her nipples were sensually erect and quivering on the tips of her swollen breasts, and her face was lit up with a glow of total pleasurable acceptance. Her inner mind kept telling her to try and think of other things in order to keep her own orgasm from being reached. The last thing she needed was to be so worn out, she would fall asleep after all this was over. But she needn't have worried on that score. Her adrenalin was up, and though she didn't realize it at the moment, she was capable of handling a hundred men.
Her body didn't give a damn about the future. Here was this man, with his long, thick penis, and he was burying it inside her, and that was all that really mattered. Mac had been a good teacher, she had to give him that much. He had taught her flesh how to react to physical responses, awakening reactions in her she had never known before. Because of him, these reactions were slowly but surely becoming fine-honed, and, as usual, her body didn't give a damn who was on the other end of the cock as long as the cock did a proper job. She had to admit, Ron's cock was doing a proper job.
"Uuuuunnnhghhhhh...aaaann nnnnnnhh hhhh-hh...ohhhhh hhhh . . . " she mewled out loud in obvious vivid arousal, totally abandoning herself completely to the carnal desire which had swept her up as velvet flames of lust continued licking their way through her womanly chute.
Her arms moved, sweeping around Ron and fastening tightly around his neck, pulling his head down so her mouth was able to eagerly clamp itself to his. Greedily she met him with anxious lips, her pink tongue darting from between her teeth into the center of his mouth. She forgot all about Laura and Mac for the moment. She even forgot about the other man, Steve, who had been a silent witness to all this, saying nothing the entire time. The only person in her world at this moment was Ron, who was fucking her harder and harder, though she was unable to get enough of his virile cock at this moment.
"Yesssss...aaaa aaaaaannnnhh hhhh...morrrr-rre...I love it...I love it...I want more...more." she begged.
The hot lascivious sounds came rasping from her gullet, and she was once again transformed into a wanton by her own inner lust. Her long blonde hair swung back and forth as she raised her head, framing her lovely face as her eyes once again took on a hazy, glazed stare of total sensuousness.
Jill was so enraptured by all this, feeling one electrifying sensation after another shooting through her shuddering body, for a moment she was totally unaware of a new set of embraces from a different source. For a brief instant she believed the softly insistent caresses on her nakedly pumping buttocks were merely her imagination, but then she realized they weren't.
Fingers tightened on the bowls of her rear flesh. She was being squeezed and kneaded as the two mounds were being pulled apart. "Mac!" she gasped.
"Nan!" Mac told her. "That's Steve. He's shucked his clothes and he's all set to make you feel good too, honey."
The almost matter-of-fact way Mac spoke sent a chill of foreboding down her spine. She tried hard to pull away from his unwanted hands.
"Take it easy, honey," Steve crooned to her. "Let me get a good feel of that nice, soft ass."
His fingers were moving in the sensitive crack between her violently trembling buttocks. They came to rest on the prune-like pucker of her tiny little starred anus. For a moment Steve hesitated, then without any preliminaries, he rammed his middle finger into the futilely resisting orifice.
"No...no...no...." Jill gasped, remembering only too well the pain Mac had caused her back there. "Stop it!"
But the two men with her seemed totally oblivious to her moans and groans of pain, and Steve simply screwed his finger that much deeper into her shuddering body, feeling the way her hole futilely tried pushing him out. Tears of pain and protest flooded the beautiful Jill's wide eyes. She felt another surge of anger in her. Who were these men that they should do this to her? Why won't they leave me alone? Why did they have to come along and make things even more unpleasant?
Steve continued scouring his extended middle finger around and around in the quivering anal tunnel, his eyes now bulging with licentious delight as he stared down at the warm softness of her wickedly spread buttocks. Finally he pulled his finger out, making Jill audibly sigh with relief.
But the beautiful blonde's relief was only momentary. Once again insidious hands were crawling under her, touching the satiny softness of her helpless rear-end. A new apprehension began mounting inside her shuddering body.
Ron was still rhythmically fucking solidly in and out of her quivering pussy as her legs remained lewdly splayed apart. He fucked into her with all the power at his command, but now Jill was unable to concentrate on the tremors of pleasure invading her. She wanted Steve to leave her alone.
Her ears picked up the sound of the skinny blond man's voice as he said to Ron, "Roll her over, buddy. I want in, too."
Jill's body stiffened with terror she had never previously known. How did this man intend fucking her if she was already being fucked? Surely he wasn't thinking of doing to her what Mac had recently done to her. No! Oh God, no! Anything but that!
But even as the unspeakable thoughts were flashing around in her tormented brain, Jill found herself being rolled onto her side by Ron, who still lay facing her. Then he hoisted her above him as he lay on his back. Not once had his cock lost contact with the interior of her well-oiled cunt.
She was up now, bending over a little, swaying so that her breasts dangled downward while her white buttocks were lifted high in the air. It was obvious from the smile on Ron's face he was in full accord with what Steve wanted to do to her.
Jill wanted to cry out her objections when, once again she felt the spheres of her buttocks slowly being pried apart, and then, she shuddered in abject repulsion when she felt the unmistakable probing of a fully erect penis pressing against her tortured anal crack. She wanted to pull away, but found herself unable to do so. Ron's arms wrapped themselves tightly around her hips, holding her firmly in place, and Steve's hands were now digging cruelly into the softly tender flesh of her thighs as he tugged her legs farther apart.
A cold shiver of terror rippled through her as the penile head continued pushing against her vulnerable anus. The pressure became more and more insistent, and then.. .
"Hhhhh uuuu nnnn gggg hhhh...ogggggghhh-hhhhhh...Godddddduhhhhhhh...n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o...oh n-o-o-o-o-o-o. . . "
A blinding wave of torment flushed through her shuddering body and she felt as if white-hot, burning knives were being stabbed into the narrow tightness of her anal orifice, slamming into her rectal tunnel.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" she futilely begged. "You're tearing me apart...I'll bleed to death. . . "
But the incredible agony continued to overpower her, and the lovely blonde became aware that her tears were falling, unheeded into Ron's mustache as he remained smiling below her. She didn't want to cry, to show these people how much they were hurting her, but the pain and the humiliation were overpowering. Every time she was certain there was no new way for Mac to humiliate her, he proved her wrong.
Her thighs were swept relentlessly wider as Steve's lust-demanding cock crammed and rammed its way into her back passage, feeling her natural resistance slowly surrendering. God! It was so unjust, so unfair and so terrible.
Steve stared down, leering with satisfaction at the disappearing length of his driving penis as it continued sodomizing the helpless woman. The sight of Ron fucking the luscious cunt had been too much for him, and at Mac's instigation, he had helped himself to her nicely tight ass.
Laura stood on the side, knowing how much the other girl was suffering and feeling a pang of regret for her. But deep down, she pictured this happening to herself, and she would have looked forward to it. Besides, she had a natural voyeuristic tendency.
At last Steve had the full length of his driving cock totally embedded in the lovely blonde's narrow anal center. He was overjoyed with the tightness. He had fucked other assholes in the past, and for the most part they had been assholes that had been widened from constant usage. This was one really nice and narrow rectum. With Ron buried in her cunt, it made her rear tunnel even tighter.
"Hhhh uuuu nnnn gggg hhhh...aaaa nnnn gggg hhhhh. . . " the helpless Jill continued to sob as Steve very slowly began withdrawing his throbbing cock from her anal interior. Her tight anal ring clung with a maddening embrace to the phallic lance. When all but the burgeoning red tip of his phallic javelin had been withdrawn from her rear tunnel, he once again slowly slid the full length of his maddening cock forward, sinking it inch by inch into the helplessly resisting channel. Now he began to methodically saw in and out, pushing the full length of his organ through the tunnel of the subserviently kneeling blonde, increasing his speed as resistance in her back channel continued lessening.
With every passing moment he was able to slip more easily in and out of her gradually lubricating asshole, lubricating with his own seminal oils, that is. He continually ravaged the buttery warmth of her anal depths with a natural sadism that had led him to become a contract killer. He was even able to time his thrusts to match those of Ron, below him, as the mustached man pumped her. His lust-bloated penis slammed deeper and deeper into her rectal orifice as the other man's cock continued plowing into her helpless cunt. Ron held her hips in place as he hurled his penis upward, slamming into her again and again. The two pulsating shafts swept into her dual passages as one, each grazing against the other with only a thin membrane separating them as they buffeted the young woman back and forth.
Jill fought to get some clarity into her confusion-wracked brain. The pain was slowly fading from behind, and her nakedly aroused body was tingling from the double-fucking, thrill following thrill through her shuddering body. She wanted to resist, but she was so far gone, the idea was ludicrous, at best. Powerless to fight herself more than anyone else, she found her newly awakened feminine flesh to be discovering new heights and new limits, to the point where she began to wonder if there were limits.
Jill realized how much she was enjoying it all, and knew it was foolish to try and fight her inner feelings. Since she was responding to this, she might as well go all the way and let them finish. Sooner or later she would manage to get the revenge she so desperately sought.
Involuntarily she discovered she was lifting her body up to meet the downward thrusts into her rectum, slamming her white-fleshed buttocks against the front of the man behind her. Now that she was gaining some modicum of control, she changed the rhythm. Where the two men had plunged in and out together before, now she slammed down, taking Ron into her cunt and letting Steve slide out of her ass. Then she slammed up, her asshole swallowing Steve's cock, and her cunt temporarily relinquishing Ron's. Her body moved as far as possible in both directions, taking the full length of both penises into her body at once.
Turning her head, she looked at Laura and saw the look of envy in Laura's eyes. The older woman was avidly watching all that was taking place.
This, more than anything else wiped the stigma of degradation from Jill's mind. The fact that this other woman was envying her made her suddenly feel superior. Hell! She was enjoying it! Why shouldn't she? It felt damned good. All that really mattered was the pleasurable excitement she was continually feeling.
Her mind, once and for all, was cleared of all doubts and reservations. What did it matter that she was being fucked by two men? Hell! As long as it felt good, there was nothing wrong with being fucked by a dozen men, if it were humanly possible.
She had come to accept many things as normal over the course of the past three weeks. Why draw a line anywhere? If it felt good, then do it!
All three of them, Jill, Steve, and Ron were temporarily united, and Laura was envious, while Mac Zephyr was pleased things were working out so well for him. For some odd reason, Jill felt incredibly secure between the two men fucking her. She felt as if she were scaling heights she had never previously reached. Unbelievable ripples of lust continued cascading through her trembling body, loosening every nerve-ending, making her feel nothing but pleasure.
The pleasure of being double-fucked mingled with the feelings surging through her brain, and she felt more uplifted than ever before. But it was all coming to a head, and very shortly. She felt as if she were soaring upward, right out of her shuddering body. Jill realized she was whoever she wanted to be. As long as she had that small gun, she had a chance of getting out of this, and more, she had the chance of getting away with money. Jill knew where Mac kept the bank books. Every evening, when he came home, he tucked them in the top drawer of a credenza down in the dining room. He had probably done so tonight, too. Those books were bank accounts in her name, with her signature. She was going to use that money to get far, far away once she got out of here.
Thrills suffused her body and wiped out further thought. She bucked rapidly back and forth, moving uncontrollably, unable to stop herself. She was on the brink of orgasm, and what was more, so were the two men who were fucking her.
"I can feel it," Ron gasped. "Oh man, can I ever feel it."
"Me, too," Steve nodded. "Mac this is some terrific chick you have here. I'd like to use her in the future."
"Anytime I have a job for you boys," Mac replied.
It was all too much for Laura, and she said, "I'm leaving, Mac. You don't need me here anymore. You've got her well-trained."
"Sure," Mac told her. "Get outta here."
So Laura ran, which made Jill happy. She didn't like the idea of having to kill Laura, and she knew she was going to kill anyone who saw her shooting Mac.
Now the hovering orgasm finally shot through the helpless body of the buffeted Jill. Thrill after thrill rained down on her as never before, and she shrieked a long, loud, "YYYY EEEE AAAA GGGG HHHH UUUU NNNN GGGG HHHH AAAA UUUU WWWW AAAA NNNN GGGG HHHH AAAA GGGG HHHH AAAA NNNN GGGG HHHH AAA WWW AAA GGGHH!"
She came, feeling hot jets of semen fill her cunt and her rectum as the two men shouted out their own orgasms, and also climaxed. Then Steve pulled out of her ass, and she rolled off Ron.
The two men were up almost immediately as she lay there, hurriedly dressing. She noticed neither of them had brought a weapon into the house. Had she had the strength, she would have taken the gun from beneath her mattress and shot all three of them. But for the moment she just lay there.
"You guys go to the meeting place," Mac was telling the two hit men. "I'll turn on the phone here and call Georgie and tell him to be there."
"Okay by us," Ron nodded.
The two men walked downstairs with Mac and she heard him letting them out the front door. She was regaining her strength now, and she crawled over to the mattress. Reaching under, she pulled out the gun. Remembering something she had seen in a movie, she pulled out the clip and saw it had four shells in it, which was all she would need. She shoved the clip back in, then once again doing as she had seen in a movie, she tugged back on the barrel of the gun, taking off the safety and jacking the first shell into place.
Standing, she went to Mac's room and saw the telephone there. He had a way of turning it off so she was unable to call out. But he was calling George Poulos now, setting him up. She lifted the receiver carefully, and she heard the two men talking.
"Yeah, George, I wanna see you at the old warehouse tonight. We got a few more things to straighten out."
"Sure thing," George was heard, saying.
"Don't go!" she said with a steady voice into the phone. "It's a trap. There'll be two killers waiting there for you."
A loud crash told her Mac had slammed down his receiver as she had expected he would. He came running up the stairs to his bedroom where she sat, waiting.
"You bitch!" he snarled. "You went too far, just now. I'm gonna see to it you're good for nothing anymore."
"Wrong, Mac," she smiled, pointing the pistol at him. "You're the one who's good for nothing anymore. Remember what you told me to do the next time I wanted to hit you in the balls?"
"Hey, you gotta be kiddin' with that toy. Where'd you find it, in some kiddie store?"
She purposely aimed low, and the bullet smashed his shin, making him fall to the floor. He began screaming in pain, and she walked over, took careful aim as he screamed, "No, Jill, no, I'll do right by you, baby...I will...you'll see.. . "
"You won't do right by anyone," she retorted, and fired.
The bullet smashed his two testicles, and the pain he felt was beyond belief. He howled like a banshee, blood pouring from his groin all over his expensive carpet.
"Oh God! Oh God!" he screamed. "Oh God! It hurts!"
"Does it?" Jill asked, and shot him in the throat.
The bullet, had it been of a larger caliber, would have killed him instantly. Instead, all this one did was take out his voice, and blood came out of his mouth as he writhed on the floor in unbelievable agony. She used the last bullet to puncture his two kidneys, shooting from the side. Now he would die, but slowly, in total torment.
"Jill!" a voice screamed from the phone.
She picked up the receiver and said, "George, you know where I am. Come and get me. I've just exterminated a cockroach."
"Don't worry, honey, no one'll ever connect you with killing him," George told her.
No one ever did. She married George Poulos after he resigned from the federal government, and the two of them went to Jamaica to live on the money "left to them" by Mac Zephyr...seven-hundred thousand dollars.