Chapter 2
Laura woke up at noon, feeling exhausted, her pussy throbbing dully from the violent thrusts of the dildo. When she wakened and saw that it was past twelve, she went quickly to the living room of their small home, hoping to find that Bob was asleep on the couch.
The joom was empty, as was the kitchen. She felt panic begin to form inside her, although Bob had stayed out all night several times before.
She hurried to the bedroom, shuffling through a disorderly bunch of papers in a dresser drawer, hoping to find the telephone numbers of one or more of his friends with whom he usually played poker.
Suddenly she came upon a legal-appearing document, and she unfolded it apprehensively, afraid of what she would find. Her worst fears were realized! Bob had taken out a second mortgage on the motel complex, without saying a word to her! The document was dated only three days prior!
Laura stared at it in horror, too stunned to feel anger, only an empty feeling inside. She laid it on the dresser as she quickly dressed in a bright blue, summery dress, realizing that she had to open up the office. She was grateful that there had been no one scheduled to check out that day, and she hadn't heard the night bell sound, so she was still in time.
She was surprised that she could even think of business in the shocked, numb state the sight of the mortgage had plunged her into.
She took the paper and went into the tiny office, unlocking the door and opening it wide to the summer sunshine. Her eyes were bleak as she read over the details of the second mortgage. They were having a difficult enough time with the payments and running expenses, she thought in despair, and now this added expense! Worse, she feared that very little of the loan would be left, once Bob came home!
Years and years of more hard work, and for what? To feed Bob's insatiable itch to gamble... to get something for nothing. Nothing! It had cost them every thing, and it could grow worse. The track had sliced thirty days off their meet schedule, and most vacationers wanted far more facilities for pleasure than the simple motel offered. They had talked of a pool, but had never been able to afford the added expense.
She tried to busy herself with the records and bookkeeping, but it didn't take her mind off the disaster that loomed so close, threatening her security and even her marriage.
Bob's car pulled into the court about two-thirty. He got out, looking frowzy and unkempt. He came in through the tiny office and went back into the living room through the rear door without a word or a nod to Laura.
She followed him, feeling faint. She didn't even care where he'd spent the night... only about the money. She wondered what was happening to him. He had once been a dapper, proud man, always neat about his person. Now he looked like a sodden drunk, a derelict.
Bob tossed his wrinkled coat on the couch and went on into the kitchen. He yanked open the refrigerator door, took out a carton of milk, and gulped down several mouthfuls, making slurping, pig-like noises. Laura stood with the mortgage papers in her hand, feeling nothing. Bob seemed like a stranger to her, a man she wouldn't look at twice if she met him as he was today.
His beard was heavy, his shirt sweat-stained and crumpled, his pants baggy and creased. He was little better than a bum.
Laura's face was flat and emotionless as she held out the papers and said, "I found these this noon, when I was trying to find a phone number at which to try to find you." She surprised herself at her calmness, for anger was beginning to seethe within her. Bob flashed a glance at the papers, recognizing them instantly.
"Big deal! You want a medal? Snoops always find things they don't like the smell of!" His eyes were bloodshot and his lips curled in a sneer.
"You put another mortgage on the motel!" Laura's voice was harsh and icy. She fought for control, but lost. Her voice rose to a shrill screech as she shouted, "What's it all coming to, Bob? You act as if nothing had happened and you've put us in a deeper hole of debt! Why? Why did you do a thing like that behind my back?"
She was trembling as she waved the papers at him.
"We could have had the place clear in another two or three years! You know what this means? Years of drudgery ..."
Bob put the milk carton back and shut the door, walking belligerantly over to stand before his wife.
"I'll tell you why!" he sneered. "Because I needed money! I had to pay back some gambling debts, and a couple of sharpies at the track, or I'd be up shit's creek! That's why, if you want to know!"
He showed no remorse or concern.
"At least, I'm alive, debts or no debts, and if I hadn't paid them off, you'd be looking for another breadwinner!"
She sneered at the term he had used. Breadwinner! Bum was a more fitting name. It was all "I" anymore when Bob talked. Never "we" or "us".
He brushed her rudely aside and went into the small living room and snapped on the television. He wasn't really interested, but he didn't want any more shit from Laura. He was exhausted, having had no sleep at all the night before. His head ached and his eyes burned form the twenty hours he'd been playing poker, trying to win back some of his former losses, and some of the money he'd had to pay back to those damned track hoods.
He'd lost over three hundred. As she came into the room, still holding the paper, he blurted, "Damn it! I'm not going to take any crap from you about it! You had no damned business going through my things! I don't have to take that kind of shit!"
Laura's voice was deadened by despair as she said, "Bob, how could you? How could you let those awful men rule your life___wreck our business and security ... maybe even destroy our marriage? I don't understand. How could you?"
"Leave me alone!" Bob shouted. "Get the hell out of the room!"
Laura walked over, standing before the television screen. "Bob - we've got to talk some sense. Look at me. Say something sensible." She turned quickly and switched off the television set.
Bob leaped up from his chair and strode toward her, fists bailed, face clouded with anger.
"Damn it, you bitch, I ought to take you apart, limb by limb." He grabbed her shoulders and shook her violently, as if she were a rag doll. Her head joggled back and forth, and her mouth sagged open. He suddenly threw her from him, pushing her so hard that she hit the wall and crumpled to the floor.
Laura looked up at him, contempt filling her eyes. "Does that make you feel more like a man?" she said coldly.
Bob's eyes glowed with rage. Her words cut through him like a sharp knife, right to his Achilles heel - his pride in his manhood.
He took a step, bent over and delivered a hard slap to her face that rocked her sideways and rattled her senses. She tried to duck as he brought his hand back, hitting her on the other side of her face with the back of it.
He stood over her, glaring at her wild-eyed with anger.
"Damn you, you bitch! You shut your mouth to me! Just shut up! Don't you give me any shit from that mouth of yours again! Not one more time! You hear?" he screamed.
He stood straddling her, his hand poised to slap her again. Her face was stinging from the brutal slaps, and she was breathing heavily. In a delayed reaction, she slumped onto her face, covering her head with her arms and hands, her body heaving with spasmodic sobs. Bob had never hit her before, and she felt terror setting in. She believed he would kill her ... beat her to death, if she so much as moved! She cowered pitifully on the floor, trying to protect herself form further attack.
Bob was panting from his exertion. He looked down at his fallen wife, his senses slowly returning. He hadn't meant to hit her so hard, but she had really bugged him and it had just happened without his planning it.
She looked so small and helpless lying there on the floor! He reached down and tried to take her arm to help her up - she flinched at his touch, but Bob pulled her up in his strong arms, remorse flooding his conscience for what he had done.
He realized that she had every right to be hurt and angry at his making the sneaky mortgage commitment, but she didn't understand that if he hadn't given Chick the five thousand he owed him, Chick and his boys would have put him in the hospital, perhaps even killed him, as a warning to any other borrowers who decided to welch on their payments.
God knew, Bob had stalled them as long as he could, hoping desperately to make a killing at the races or at one of the high-stakes poker games in town.
Laura remained motionless against his chest, breathing heavily, trying to stifle her sobs. She wanted to run, and to keep running forever, but she was afraid of Bob. This was not the man who had loved and married her. He had become like a jungle animal. She hung listlessly in his grasp, and for a brief moment, Bob feared he might have seriously injured her, she was so limp. He pushed her away a bit, studying her face narrowly.
Jeez, what a beautiful thing, he thought. He hadn't looked at her for a long time. She didn't move nor meet his eyes. Tears stained her cheeks, a few still welling from her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. He felt guilty as he noticed the reddish-blue markes his hand had made on her pretty face. He knew they would turn black-and-blue, and he felt contrite. But as he stared up at her, something about her disheveled, rumpled appearance stirred excitement in his loins. Her long blonde hair was tangled, but hanging loosely, and she looked like a tired tomboy ... like the young, fresh kid he'd married before she'd even finished high school.
"I'm sorry, angel-face," Bob muttered, pulling her against him and squeezing her fragile body. "I don't know what in hell hit me ... I didn't mean to hit you ... ever ..." Bob's voice trailed off and he buried his face in her sweet-smelling hair. Her perfume mingled with her natural woman-scent and the odor of her in his nostrils made his cock begin to tingle, then grow larger.
It had been a long time since he'd fucked her, he knew, but there had been so damned much pressure from other things... getting the goddamned money ... trying like hell to win some of his money back ... hoping to get on the right track again. No, suddenly, nothing else seemed important to him. He was obsessed with the single thought of ramming his hard cock into her soft flesh.
Laura was his woman. He wanted her, now!
He pulled her face up and kissed her, ramming his tongue deep into her throat. She didn't resist him, but she didn't respond outwardly. His rough beard scraped her aching face, adding to the hurt. She felt nothing as his tongue jammed deeper into her mouth, but Bob seemed not to notice. He could think only of stripping her clothing off and taking her to bed. He'd always been able to bring her to white heat in a few moments.
Bob bent over and picked her up in his arms and easily carried her into the bedroom, placing her gently on the bed and peeling off his clothing hastily, his cock already almost erect. He bent over, taking Laura's clothes off, pulling her dress up over her unresisting body, then taking off her panties. She seldom wore a brassiere, and as her breasts tumbled out and he touched the pink nipples, his palms closed over the soft, creamy mounds of flesh, and his cock came fully and proudly erect!
He looked at the soft triangle of blonde hair between her legs, licking his lips hungrily. If ever a wornan was made to be fucked, it was his Laura, he thought. Her body was beautiful... even more beautiful now than he had remembered it. He felt a surge of pride in the knowledge that she was tiis wife, his to fuck and to have make love to him.
Laura lay submissively through it all, neither surrendering nor hindering him as he undressed and caressed her. Bob lay down beside her on the bed and took her hand and put it on his hard, erect cock.
"I bet you've missed it, baby," he said confidently. "I missed that sweet pussy of yours, you can bet."
He acted as if nothing had happened. But the hurt was still dominating her thoughts, and worry about the mortgage money. Her hand held his cock without pressure. She felt the moistness of it, "the pulsating throb of it. But nothing happened to excite her or make her want it inside her.
Bob put his hand over hers and squeezed her fingers around his rod, as he moved her hand up and down. She let him guide her fingers to set up a pumping motion, but it was mechanical on her part. She felt no desire for her husband.
The lust-driven man continued to force her hand to stroke his cock until he was sure she would keep it up on her own. Then he turned his attention to her ripe breasts, stroking them with his fingers, toying with the nipples, feeling the softness of them as his rough hands kneaded and stroked them.
He rolled over and kissed her harshly, shoving his tongue deep into her throat, crushing her lips brutally with the force of his kiss.
Laura stopped the motion of her hand on his cock and Bob slid his hand down and began to brush the head of his huge cock against her furry slit. She still felt no desire, but he moved downward on her body and began to suck roughly on one of her breasts. He pulled the flesh in with hard sucking gulps that hurt her, but Laura gritted her teeth and vowed she wouldn't make a sound. She was feeling the impact of a brand-new emotion: hatred, and it numbed her as she realized how deeply she detested this man who was now trying to bring her to sexual arousal - the man who was her husband! It startled her to think that only a few hours before, she had wanted him so badly, this animal who was now clawing and sucking at her flesh. She had wanted him so much that she had used that silly rubber dildo and imagined it was his cock driving her insane with pleasure!
This was not a man! He was merely a male animal, with so little concern or affection for her that he had taken their wedding inheritance, a thriving business, and had thrown it to even worse greedy, irresponsible animals! He hadn't even been satisfied with that, but had borrowed so heavily that it would take years to even see daylight again!
Her flesh crawled at his touch, and she tried not to wince or cry out as his hand groped toward her loins. He stroked her thighs, letting his thick fingers dig into the yielding flesh, digging his nails in, then raking her tender skin with them. Bob's cock jumped as he brushed the silky pubic hiar and the warm, wet lips of her pussy. He had always liked to caress her lovely body for a while before he put his cock into her, and she felt even better than ever, now, after so many weeks without her!
Laura felt her body grow taut as his hand found the lips of her cunt, his fingers digging in deep, searching for her clitoris. She promised herself she wouldn't become aroused, no matter what this animal might do. He'd never have that satisfaction again.
Bob seemed to suddenly become aware of her passive resistance, and it aroused a fury in him.
Almost in an animalistic snarl, he mumbled into the softness of her breast, "You little fucker, I'll make you love it so much you'll be begging for more!" He nipped her nipple savagely, raking his clenched teeth harshly over it as he drew his mouth slowly back, letting it squeeze out, paining her intensely. All the while, his fingers scratched brutally at the inner flesh of her pussy, sending shudders of pain through her as his fingernails bit into the tender flesh.
Bob was determined he would make her come around to his passionate need. He climbed atop her inert body, letting his full weight come down on her hard, pushing her deep into the mattress, her breath leaving her lungs in a gush of sound.
She cried out in fear as she couldn't breathe, but she kept her eyes closed tight, not wanting to see his lust-filled face close to hers, or feel his slavering mouth on hers. Bob lost all control as he felt her body beneath him. His hot breath panted as he shoved rudely at her loins, trying to let his cock find her cunt and insert itself. His anger at Laura only increased his lust for her body.
He jerked her legs apart with his hands, sliding to his knees and holding her cunt spread wide, so he could gaze lustfully at her womanly slit. He hooked one of her knees with his ownj holding it down, while his hand fumbled greedily at her spread cunt. His fingers lunged into the wet, slippery opening, digging lustfully at the soft flesh, his own desire mounting as he detected her wince with pain. She deserved to be hurt, the bitch, sassing him the way she had, giving him a lot of crap, then withholding her passion from him as she was trying to do now. He'd show her! Once he had his prick buried to the hilt in that soft, sweet cunt-flesh, she'd sing a different song.
He had all four fingers inside her now, remembering how that had always aroused her to the peak. They made a sucking noise as he thrust them in and out, grasping the loose flesh, digging his nails into it eagerly. He loved to feel the viscous, wet liquid juices of her cunt sliding between his fingers, and she had always reacted like a volcano. But she was lying there like a limp rag, motionless as a log. Bob continued his exploration of her inner parts for a moment longer, before he realized he was having absolutely no effect on her.
He thrust his fingers deeper inside the yielding cunt, cruelly using his nails to punish her, twisting his hand about,, stretching the inner walls to their limits. He had to get some response ... any response! He suddenly jammed his entire hand inside her, slamming it deep enough to touch the very bottom of her cunt!
Laura's scream burst from her throat and she kicked out wildly, hoping desperately to expel his offensive, painful hand from inside her, to escape his impaling fingers! But he ignored her screams, too furious now to care if he ripped her cunt to pieces! He continued to shove his hand as deep as it would go inside her fire-filled cunt, touching every soft, pliant part of the sensitive organ. Laura moaned and sobbed, but she could not beg. Pain was choking back all words and clouding her thoughts. Bob knew that he would ejaculate then and there if he didn't take her. He couldn't wait any longer.
He removed his hand and, grasping his penis, the frenziedly lusting man rammed it hard into the spread vortex of her pussy, using all the muscles in his lower body to shove his cock as deep up inside her as it would go. He watched lustfully as it disappeared up into her cunt, right down to his own pubic hair, and he felt her cunt quiver spasmodically as he began to jab it home into her channel with hard, slow strokes. He looked down at his cock going in and out, and his eyes glazed with sadistic pleasure. She lay with her eyes closed, her face contorted with pain, and as he noticed this, it infuriated Bob, and he increased the fury of his rapacious acts.
All he wanted was to pound his rock-hard cock into her until he drained himself of all his need to fuck, and he was determined to pound her unyielding cunt into complete submission!
Fire was licking at Laura's vagina and spreading down her legs and up into her insides. The flaming pain blotted out any other feeling. It became so great that she even forgot to hate. With each thrust of Bob's punishing cock, flashes of lightning-like pain streaked from her cunt to every nerve ending in her tormented body. There was none of the familiar feeling of pleasure and growing excitement - only pain.
It had been a long time since he had had a good lay, and Bob was determined he would make up for it with this one. It would be the fuck to end all fucks! He ignored her moans and sobs, slamming his cock harder and faster into her womanly depths. He rutted like a wild animal, not caring what was happening to her, caring only that his lust-filled body be eased and gratified by shooting a load of hot sperm up into his wife's trembling cunt... all the way up into that white belly where it belonged.
He let his anger and lust take over, and she became nothing but a cheap whore, a receptacle for his throbbing, exploding cock. He held her down with his weight now, so she couldn't escape,.and his mouth went to hers, sucking her lips into his mouth, biting them, shoving his tongue in to battle against Laura's tightly gritted teeth.
Laura was fighting for consciousness now. It was not real, what was happening. It had to be a nightmare. The sweaty, sour smell of Bob's sweat-covered body was making her nauseous, and she knew if she vomited in his face, he would kill her. Her face throbbed from the scraping of his beard against her already sore skin. All she could think of was that it had to be over soon ... he couldn't last much longer! She prayed for him to cum inside her, venting all his animalistic passion, so that her aching body would be granted rest.
He began to groan with pleasure, spewing out obscene words that she had never heard him use before.
"Fuck me, you little bitch! Fuck me back! You love it! Don't pretend you don't love this stiff ramrod of mine! Straighten up and fuck me! Fuck me, you cheap cunt!"
When she could only groan her pleas for him to stop, he seemed lashed to even greater fury. He grasped her legs as if he were holding the handles of a wheelbarrow, spreading them wide and manipulating her pelvis back and forth in his sadistic fury. Laura fought back her outright pleas in spite of the pain that wracked her body. He could kill her and she would not beg him. She couldn't stop the half-screams that came unbidden from her lips, even though she tried desperately to bite her lips and tongue.
One word kept repeating itself in her brain ... animal! Animal! Animal! Her loathing for him threatened to blot out her reason. Incongruously, she remembered how many times her mother had expressed a deep suspicion of Bob, that bordered on revulsion. She wished she had listened to wiser judgement, for now he had turned out to be much more of a beast than even her mother had suspected he was! She was glad her parents weren't still alive to witness her degradation at his hands. It would have torn them apart, they both loved her so.
Bob's thick pole pounded into her aching pussy endlessly, his breath coming in sobbing gasps as he skewered into her inflamed pussy like a maniac gone completely berserk. It seemed to her that he was filling her whole belly with his repulsive cock, right up to her lungs! It felt as if his cock was wrapped in steel wool, and it seemed that his merciless hammering would go on forever.
He muttered his obscenities, but Laura blocked them out by concentrating on the pain that filled her body from head to toe, and she didn't even hear the ugly words. Hate built a wall of silence for her as Bob rambled madly, "Shake that ass, baby ... Ill stuff you to your eyeballs with cock__good, stiff, thick cock-meat... move that cunt of yours... twist it, bitch ... move your cunt for. me ..."
She heard their bodies slapping together in an obscenely wet sound, and she knew that his large, hairy balls were slamming into the underside of her buttocks, the hot thickness of his cock stretching her vaginal walls until she was sure he was ripping her apart... literally! But she didn't care any more. His huge cock that had once given her exquisite pleasure was now an instrument of torture, and she had passed the point of even feeling pain.
Would it ever be over? She felt as if she had been trapped in an infernal nightmare that would go on throughout eternity ... raped by her own husband! He was using her body for his hateful, lusting desires, as if she were a piece of meat he had bought at a butcher shop!
Finally, though she could feel the punishing cock pounding at an insanely rapid pace, its massive shaft rasping cruelly at the sensitive membranes of her cuntal flesh. His breath came in spasmodic gasps now, and he lunged forward, ramming the thick head of his turgid cock viciously up into the depths of her pussy, smashing it again and again into her cervix.
The helpless blonde housewife was sure she was injured beyond repair, but, mercifully, he began to grunt and curse uncontrollably.
"Aaaaaggghhh," he moaned, plunging his rock-hard cock brutally all the way up in her agonized pussy. "Aaaaggghhh! I'mmm ccuummiinngg!" he spat out at her, and then she felt his molten semen spurting endlessly up into her belly, flooding her cunt with its viscously scalding stream. And when she felt it oozing out of her abused cunt and tricking down into the crevice of her ass-cheeks, she felt sure it would be mixed with her own blood.
Finally, his spent body slumped heavily on hers, and he mercifully halted the slamming of his cock into her sore, aching cunt. His chest, with its rough, coarse hair, crushed her breasts, until she had the fleeting thought that they would be crushed and flattened forever. She felt as if she would break under his dead weight, and the pain set in mightily between her legs as if in howling protest to the assault on her flesh. His cock was rapidly deflating inside her cunt, and she fell into a dazed stupor of thanksgiving under his heavy weight.
She was dazed and her thoughts leaped madly about, as she tried to comprehend what had happened to her. She couldn't make any sense of it. She felt only that she had been made into a thing, treated worse than a common prostitute by the man she had loved... or at least had thought she had loved.
After what seemed hours, Bob rolled off her and she saw that he was asleep instantly, utterly exhausted, snoring noisily, completely unaware and unconcerned at what he had done to his helpless wife.
Laura crawled out from under his leg that draped over hers, her body protesting at the pain each movement brought to her as she staggered to the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
She sagged against the sink, sobbing hysterically, until there were no more tears left to shed. She felt empty, like a hollow reed, and she got into the shower, letting the hot water lave and soothe her burning, tortured flesh, hoping that the water would wash away the filth he had strewed on her body and soul, knowing it wouldn't, and wishing that she could just go down the drain with the gurgling, swirling water. She heard the bell dinging on the desk in the office as she gingerly dried her throbbing flesh, but she didn't care. Why should she? What was there to work for, hope for... even live for, now?