Chapter 12
The warm bath water lapped at Rita's quivering chin as she lay slapping her legs together to create soapy waves. Her blue eyes blinked back the swelling emotions of her tortured soul. Why had the fates chosen her for such painful punishment?
Her throat tightened with emotion, remembering the evening before how after Rover, Charlie and John had left the house, her guilt and fear of losing her husband forever had brought her close to considering suicide. Tonight, she thought resignedly, she would talk to Max, though last night's efforts were futile. She had attempted friendliness, forcing a bright mood when indeed she wished she'd been dead. All she had wanted was a smile, a gesture of affection. She received none.
With daylight came objectivity. Tonight she would force Max to listen to her, would force him into responding. Rita was rehearsing in her mind tonight's conversation when the doorbell rang.
Now who could that be? "I'm coming," she yelled as whoever it was at the door continued to punch the button. Quickly, drying herself off, she bundled up in a thick terry cloth bathrobe and scurried toward the front door.
She forced a smile at her intruder. "Sorry, but I was in the bathtub," she said, smiling at the short, paunch-bellied man who stood on her doorstep. "Are you selling something?" she queried.
"No, Mrs. Henshaw," the man in the suit answered around the unlit cigar plugging his lips. "I'm Harley Goddard . . . you next door neighbor?"
"Oh, oh, please come in . . . " exclaimed Rita, embarrassedly patting her damp curls. "Please excuse my appearance, Mr. Goddard," she said, recognizing the man's name as her husband's boss. Lord what was he doing here? she wondered. Had Sharon told him about yesterday's happenings? Reluctantly she moved away from the door to let him pass into the living room.
"I'm very happy to meet you, M-Mr. Goddard," she faltered, following him into the living room and pulling the tie to her robe tighter and picking up a discarded newspaper recklessly tossed on the carpet.
"Just call me Harley, my dear," chuckled the man jovially as he threw himself into Max's favorite chair and chomped on his cigar. "And I'll call you Rita. Sharon's told me so much about you, I feel I know you inside and out." His eyes stripped the young blonde girl naked of the fuzzy robe she wore before he added cryptically. "By the end of our visit we will be the closest of friends, I assure you."
Rita's heart jumped to her throat as her mind tried to digest what the pudgy middle-aged man was referring to. It was too outlandish to believe Sharon had told him about yesterday, yet he seemed to be obliquely informing her of his inside knowledge. And his eyes, those beady dark spots in his piggish head, hinted at something worse. Gathering her courage and her robe around her sleek and damp thighs, Rita slowly took a seat on the sofa and turned to face him, staring directly into his accusing eyes.
"I don't know what you're getting at, Mr. Goddard. . . . "
"Sure you do, Rita." He chomped meaningfully on the cigar. "I was standing in that goddamned hallway yesterday listening to you bitches screaming and grunting like a coupla whores!" His jowls jounced with a rage that could not be controlled. "You know what you're doing to your husband's position, my dear girl?"
"I.. . I was raped . . . "
"I-I never heard anything . . . really, Mr. Goddard . . . "she read the threatening glint in his eyes and recognized its onerous implications. Yesterday's rape had taught her the signs of incipient lust and violence. Defensively, her hand rose to her throat and she cringed into the sofa.
"I'm gonna make damn sure you forget!" he snarled.
Rita's eyes traveled down the man's vest to the growing bulge in his pants. No . . . he couldn't be suggesting that she-No! Surreptitiously she slid down toward the door-end of the sofa, keeping her eyes on his beady ones. Hadn't she been through enough already.
"You ain' gonna no where, girl," he snarled contemptuously. Harley stared silently at Rita as if wordlessly condemning the bad taste of her outburst, then leaned back in Max's easy chair and put his cigar to rest in the ashtray beside him. "Now let's talk sense. You open your sweet little cock-eatin' mouth about anything you heard yesterday and old Doc Henshaw's gonna be floating belly up in the reservoir, you hear me?"
Completely unnerved by the sour turn of the vicious cycle that seemed to be devouring she and Max, Rita broke down into tearful pleadings. "Wh-what do you want . . . I'll do anything . . . just don't hurt us anymore . . . we'll leave here if you want. . . "
"For chrissakes, quit crying," he snapped with a bored growl. "You sound like my wife."
Rita dried her nose. Yes, dignity was worth a try. Brightening, she realized Harley Goddard looked like the world's most inept lover-fat and sluggish. Certainly he wouldn't suggest-
"Take off your robe . . . "
"What?" Rita was incredulous at his lack of ceremony-not to mention his demand.
Feeling as if she'd been benuded of the last vestige of self-respect, Rita's trembling fingers began working at the knot of her bathrobe. Shyly, she pulled one arm free, then the other. A gasp of admiration whistled through Harley's lips as Rita shed the garment, revealing her nudity beneath. She felt as much as saw his eyes lustfully lingering over her ripe young curves; quickly she sat back down on the sofa and curled her legs and arms tightly around herself.
"Let's not go shy, my dear," he chuckled smugly, chewing on his cigar between livery lips. "Don't forget the little orgy you held in own husband's bed." His expression turned sour-sinister. "Listen, you shitty little slut. I want you to spread your legs so I can see your cunt . . . Now do it!"
Rita's mind raged against the insult. How many times in the past few days had she been called a slut? And for what reasons? Her dimpled chin began to quiver from the unfairness of it all. Slowly, swallowing her pride, Rita spread her sleek legs apart. When she could see by his eyes that the coral slit of her vagina was visible to him, she leaned back in the cushions, closing her eyes to the humiliating leer that twisted his chubby features.
"I said spread your legs!" he bellowed, and for a moment it appeared he was about to hit her. Rita's eyes flew open to see him gesticulating wildly with his cigar. "One foot over the back of the sofa and the other on the floor-wide!"
Numbly, Rita followed instructions, splaying her legs wide open and positioning them, leaning back into the corner of the couch, thighs spread so far apart it hurt the taut muscles. This was the lowest she could go, she thought numbly, shuddering in revulsion as she saw a drop of spittle at the corner of the Superintendent's mouth dribble down his chin as he stared with mouthwatering hunger at her helplessly exposed genitals. That he sat there fully dressed as she posed naked added to her humiliation.
"Now," he growled. "Start playing with yourself."
"I can't do that!" she gasped in horror. "I've never-"
An evil light shining in his eyes, he said: "I don't wanna have to get rough, but I will if I have to." His baleful glance sent shivering chills up Rita's spine and she nodded wordlessly to indicate that she understood. "Good . . . now play with your body."
Hesitantly, Rita lifted her trembling hands to her full breasts, pulling and tweaking half heartedly at the nipples until they became little mountain peaks of pleasure. Never had she felt so mortified in her life; yet after having been used so roughly by men in the past few days, she found it oddly pleasurable to just be able to touch herself, without fear of harm.
"Enough of playing with your tits," he said. "Your cunt. Rub your cunt.. . I want to see you squirming!"
Encouraged by the possibility, she let her hands drop downward and flutter like birds over the golden thatch of her pubic curls. Slowly and dramatically, she ran the tips of her fingers over the swollen lips of her vaginal slit, feeling an electric shock of startlement from that first touch.
Inquisitively, she stroked her forefinger over the tiny rosebud of her clitoris, softly at first, then with more vigor as a delicious tingling sensation radiated out around the swollen peak. It was good, almost as good as a man, she realized joyfully as, forgetting that Harley was glaring lecherously at her, she furiously fingered her clitoris, feeling her whole body quivering in response to her fevered manipulations.
A tortured groan slipped from between her softly parted lips as suddenly she plunged one finger into her hotly pulsating hole. Wiggling it inside herself, she could feel the moisture covering the palm of her hand as it ground erotically into the fiery knot of her clitoris. She moved her finger in tiny circles, expanding the tight hole with teasing rotations.
Realizing that two fingers would probably feel better than one, she plunged in a second and began madly finger fucking herself as she started fighting toward orgasm.
The depraved drama delighted the Superintendent, his flabby paunch heaving up and down as he felt his arousal building under the gabardine trap of his pants. His piggish eyes were glued to the sticky sweetness of Rita's cunt as she tried to make herself climax. Almost involuntarily, he'd begun to stroke his erection. 'That's it, baby, give that cunt hell," he growled as beads of sweat began to break out on his forehead and upper lip. "Go ahead, whore . . . fuck yourself!"
Oblivious to his obscene remarks, Rita was ready to crawl the wall to quench the fire raging in her vagina. Her two long, slender fingers dipped wildly in and out of the swollen pink lips of her cuntal hole, the outer folds pearled by glistening droplets of her lubricating juices. Tiny rivers of perspiration coursed down her trembling thighs as she began to heave her buttocks, rocking, trying to get more of her fingers inside her cunt. A deep growl of frustration rose from her chest, then changed to a whine of ecstasy as she added one more finger to the two with which she was punishing herself.
Rita drove herself on, three fingers now in her wide-stretched liquid drenched cuntal hole, trying insanely to break out of this plateau of passion on which she was stranded. But, she could not do anymore. She had turned herself on and now she could not cum. It was damningly maddening!
At last, crestfallen, she gave up efforts, her hand falling away from the throbbing, aching slit.
He moved closer to the sofa and staring in horror and disgust at the middle-aged unattractive male who loomed over her, she cringed away. One more day of imprisonment, she thought dully.
"No . . . don't touch me . . . please . . . "
A hand shot out to grab her throat, squeezing. "Shuddup, you cunt and enjoy yourself!" The Superintendent reached down and ran his hand over the awakened mounds of her breasts and down over her belly to the soft, fleshy folds of her cunt. "Oooooo-hhhh . . . " she moaned, both in humiliation and need. A rash of goose bumps arose over the ivory paleness of her sensitive skin.
Oh, God, help her, but she wanted him . . . wanted him to crawl inside of her, to possess her, to quiet the thunder building up from his maddening fingertips!
His greedy eyes fastened on her squirming nakedness and he lowered his bulk onto the sofa, then crouched on all fours over the white moving body, resting his palms hard on the inside of her wide spread thighs. His mouth watered as his eyes fastened on the hair-framed slit of her open crotch, rotating sensuously, expectantly, a scant few inches from his lips. Saliva drizzled down his chin to mingle obscenely with the lubricating juices oozing from the narrow hole at the bottom of her small white belly.
Through slitted eyes, Rita gazed down at the man crouched between her parted thighs. She could feel his hot, sweating palms pressed against the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Lord, she was a whore.. . feeling this way!
"Aaaaaggghhh!" she groaned piteously, jerking upward as she felt his hot lips clamp down over the pulsating opening of her cunt. She felt his lips suck, drawing the soft folds deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, while his tongue began a maddening licking against the straining pink bud of her excited young pussy. She wriggled her buttocks unashamedly against him as the hot probing tip worked its way up and down the length of the wet slit, then worked its way into her straining cunt like a racing lizard. Her hips ground wildly into the cushions of the sofa, soft mewling animal sounds of pleasure escaping from between her teeth.
Suddenly, he stopped, raising his head to grin up at her through heaving thighs. "Turn over, baby. I've got a real shocker for ya."
Unthinking, Rita twisted around on the sofa, changing position until she was kneeling with her body resting on the back cushions. She felt the man rise from the sofa and stand up behind her, his hands suddenly resting on the smooth oval globes of her buttocks. His mouth clamped onto her ivory ass cheeks biting into them with sharp little nips.
Through the haze of her confusion she felt him opening her buttocks, drawing the cheeks wide apart, then licking the crevice. He pulled and stretched at her asshole and she could feel the strain on the tight, rubbery ring of her anus. Rita felt obscenely naked and exposed as the panting form leaned over her buttocks and slobberingly kissed the tiny, brown puckered hole.
Then she felt the tip of his finger again at the entrance of her naked rectum and she jerked automatically away from the strange sensation.
"Relax," the man rasped, jabbing again at the tightly clenched opening. "Open your ass!"
She gasped, his intentions coming clear. "No!" she screamed and like a greased pig, slipped out from under him.
Harley might have been overweight, but it didn't stop him from reacting in an emergency situation. He grabbed her in a lunge, pinning her to the carpeted floor. She fell on her belly in a thud, Harley on top of her. "You fucking', bitch! Am I gonna have to tie you up?" he growled. "Now I'm gonna ask you one more time to open up your ass!"
His weight was heavy upon her. Rita gasped, then realizing she had no choice but to comply, she relaxed her struggles while he probed for a moment at the outer edges of the small elastic circle. He shoved forward with a grunt, sadistically sinking his finger up into her anus to the first knuckle. The pain was excruciating. The man dug into the tight hole, insinuating his finger slowly and methodically into the velvety depths of her rectum. Rita Henshaw thought she might die from the humiliation of it all.
To relax, she knew was the secret to endurance, and she began to relax slightly until suddenly she felt the extra pressure of another finger ramming unexpectedly in alongside the first. She winced and cried out in pain, trying to cringe away from him, but he was pinning her upper torso to the floor with the palm of his fat hand.
"It hurts," she pleaded. "Stop!" Tears of pain and mortification streamed down her cheeks as she realized that he was going to shove his long, stubby cock up into her rectum in punishment for something she had not done. This was the ultimate! God, she would never live through sodomy; she could never face anyone again after this horror and subjugation.
As if in cruel answer to her plea, his fingers began to work together inside her clinging rectum, grinding down into her tightly contracted anal hole, expanding it torturously as he twisted and turned his fingers in the narrow hole, preparing it for his coming assault. This would be the final rape . . . they could not imprison her after this tragic episode. She tried to jerk her buttocks away, but her quivers only drove the fingers deeper into her ravaged depths.
"I never fucked a woman in the ass before," he chuckled. "You got a nice ass-no hair."
"No . . . I'll do anything but this. Please, not this!" Rita pleaded, knowing already that it was futile.
As suddenly as he had worked the fingers in, he pulled them free of her. They seemed to come out reluctantly, the rubbery skin of her anus clinging to them and making a sucking, hissing noise. Climbing over her, he forced her legs wide apart with his pudgy knees, then moistened the tiny hole with a drop of spittle. She was held wide and helpless, completely at his mercy and she bit down on her lower lip to check the tears of fear and horror brimming to her eyes. She couldn't bear it; it was too horrible!
His hands grasped harshly at her hips, holding them firmly in the air as she felt the excitedly pulsating head of his cock resting within her split crevice. She gasped in surprise at the first contact. It was huge! As big as the others! She hadn't expected such size from such a small man. She would never be able to take it back there without it disemboweling her! Desperately, she tried to pull away from him but he held her tight and began to prod at the tight, hairless opening of her backside.
His hands coursed down over her buttocks, his thumbs pressing on either side of the tiny, puckered anus, stretching it wide. The gentle probing grew into a hard, unresisting bluntness.
"Oooooooh! Noooo! Please!! " she shrieked as the tight resisting ring gave way before the unyielding pressure, the tip popping into her with a slight jerk.
The pain was so unbearable that she twisted and bawled, trying with all her might to get away. Her buttocks were moving wildly, but her thrashing only allowed him to drive his huge cock deeper and deeper inside her. There was no escape from the horror and degradation of her defenseless body. Filling her backside as if she were being impaled by a tree stump, pushing the soft rubbery flesh inside of her widely stretched anal hole in great waves of pain before it.
"Please stop. It hurts. It's too tight!" she cried, her blue eyes staring at the ceiling in agony.
But the heartless Superintendent ignored her pleas, forcing inch after inch up into her vainly resisting rectal hole as he hugged her hips tightly in his barbarian attack and growled: "Push back . . . damn you. Shove back, you fucking cunt. Open your ass or I'll get rough!"
With a mind reeling effort born of the instinct to survive this animal attack, Rita forced herself to move back against him, then gasped in agony as his penis slid smoothly into her rectum, not stopping until she felt her buttocks flatten to his hp bones and his pubic hair scratch against her ass. The excitement she had felt earlier was ripped away by the reality and overpowering presence of that hot, pulsating staff sunk deep in her rectum.
The Superintendent chuckled lewdly and throbbed his hard cock deep within the confines of Rita's rectum. "How do you like that, my dear? You gonna say anything about me sellin' liquor now . . . huh? I'm tellin' ya, you say one word and I'll get every inmate on the left wing to fuck your ass . . . fuck you to death!"
Then he snickered and Rita groaned in fear and anguish as.he began to saw rhythmically and without mercy deep into the soft depths of her back passage, bringing further sobs of pain and misery to her tortured lips. She had never felt so soiled and debauched in her life, she thought miserably as the Superintendent began to lunge the full length of his punishing rod into her with long, smooth strokes.
He could see tiny ridges of pink, clasping flesh pull out with the base of his cock every time it withdrew for another vicious lunge inside. This was it, this was his revenge. Now, he thought, he would make her like it, whether she wanted to or not!
A moment later, Rita felt the man's arms reaching down under her heaving belly and his fingers stroking her clitoris, fondling the knobby protrusion until the familiar sensations of pleasure again began to pinprick around it. To Rita's slack-jawed amazement, she began to feel a change in her rectum. The pain was becoming oddly pleasurable. She was beginning to experience some masochistic pleasure from his thrusts and knew instinctively that if she met his thrusts head-on, she would enjoy it more. She began to shove backwards with vigor, in tempo to meet the forward lunge of his fat-tempered loins.
Harley groaned again and surged into her with all his pent-up sexual frustration. She, too, was groaning and twisting and waving her white ass back at him in a lewd invitation to fuck harder and deeper. Her buttocks were swinging in tiny, rotating circles, clenching tightly around his cock with a slight throb of her rectum on each out-stroke.
Sweat poured down Harley's face. He stared in sadistic delight as his balls smacked resoundingly against her tight cunt each time he sunk his prick to the hilt in her wide-split crevice. He had stopped fondling her clitoris and still she bucked before him like a mare in heat. He knew she was his to do with as he wished now. She was kneeling like a slave before him, prepared to follow his every desire and command. He would give it to her now as she had never had it before. Hell, the bitch was loving it, he realized as he watched the wiggling of her buttocks and the golden curls haloing her head bounce as she worked frantically in front of him.
"Aaaaaahh," she moaned and grunted beneath him as he pressed forward as far as he could, pulling the soft cheeks of her ass wide apart to allow him to go deeper, and just holding it there. She hated him for defiling her thus, but she loved the erotic sensations racing through her genitals at the feel of his sodomizing cock. She rotated her buttocks around the giant blood-filled head deep in her asshole.
With long, unending thrusts, he began to batter into her quivering ass. His balls had commenced to throb almost painfully and his penis felt as though it were charged with a thousand volts of electricity each time he plugged her anus with the girth of his blood-fed member. Rita was moaning like a crazy woman, her face flushed, her eyes rolling in her head as she tried to reach the ultimate pinnacle of release. He had always wanted to fuck a beautiful woman in the ass and now he had done it. And she had given up her soul to him for punishment, and he was digging his cock into her ass and leaving it there, hearing her cry and beg while he pushed and probed, moving it inside her anyway he -liked and not having to worry about having to face her over the breakfast table the next morning.
Rita wanted to cry out from the masochistic pleasure of this sodomizing punishment, but she refused to give Harley the pleasure of hearing her scream. She gasped, panting, as he rammed into her with a mighty thrust that seared up her roundly stretched anus like a sword of fire. He did it again, pulling her back over his cock like fitting a boot, causing her to half-scream in the exquisite sensation of mixed pleasure and pain. She whined in ecstasy as he increased the vigor and power of his strokes.
And then the boiling lava began to churn in his hairy balls. His cock tingled and he knew it was time.
He gasped above her and shoved forward with a mighty thrust that almost tore through the walls of her quivering belly and shot the hot torrents of his thick, white cream deep up into the welcoming depths of her rectum. It surged through her body like a volcanic eruption, warning her belly like a hot, soothing bath. He cried out and his strangled voice set off her own explosion.
Rita screamed as a great gush of pleasure rippled through her. Her body tensed and shuddered as the long awaited peak of sensation was finally achieved, then gasped as she felt his deflated and limp shaft of flesh slowly withdrawn from her flooded behind. There was a slight wet sucking noise as it slipped out from between the full white moons of her buttocks with a lewd slurping. Then a sudden rush of cool air into the wetness of her loins as she remained kneeling with her buttocks waving high in the air for a moment and then collapsed into the softness of the carpet.
After long moments, she opened her eyes and looked across the room. She saw that Harley Goddard was again sitting in Max's chair, drying his limp, deflated penis with a handkerchief. She stared at him for a long time, her vision still glazed by the ordeal to which she had been subjected, but reality was slowly returning, bringing with it all the harsh ugliness of her situation.
Twisting up to her knees, she snatched up her discarded robe to use as a covering.
The Superintendent looked up at the sudden movement, then smiled benignly at the girl's attempt to shield her nudity from his accusing eyes. "Little late for modesty, isn't it?"
"Quit looking at me like that!" she pouted, sniffling. "You got what you came for-now leave my house."
"Don't be so impatient, my dear," he murmured smoothly. "We have all afternoon. You might as well get used to my company because this is only the first payment for silence," he explained, picking up his cigar from the ashtray.
This woman has had enough abuse, thought Rita bitterly. I'm putting an end to this right now! Eyes blazing with hatred and rage, she jumped to her feet, determinedly knotting the robe around her waist. Then, the tiny blonde woman began to speak, quietly, but with the power and force that only an enraged woman can muster.
"Mr. Goddard, I'm going to telephone my husband this minute and ask him to come home. I've put up with enough crap from your drunken inmates-and now you! I feel as trapped-no more trapped than the men behind that stone wall, and I've had enough of it! You can threaten me with rape or death-but living like this is worse than death."
Turning on her heel, she walked toward the hallway telephone, behind her she could hear the Superintendent lifting his bulk from her husband's favorite chair, followed by the quiet rustling of clothing being retrieved and hastily donned.
"I hope you know the consequences of what you're doing, Mrs. Henshaw," snapped Harley. "I've seen your husband's nasty temper in action. You might be sorry-"
"Sorry?" Rita tutted. "For what? Trying to straighten out my life and dig out from under the disgust of this town?"
"You'll be sorry," he threatened. The door slammed shut behind him.