Chapter 3
There was no way Tom could find out she'd lied to him, but Laurie felt guilty over having told him she'd almost been raped when actually she knew that seduction would better describe the near loss of her virginity. But how could she tell her fiance that she'd allowed a handsome prospective customer to kiss her in order to secure his large order? Laurie wondered . . . She couldn't even justify doing so to her own satisfaction, and had lost the order anyway. The simple fact was, she couldn't. She could only chalk it up as a stupid mistake and try to live it down within her own mind by not making a similar mistake again.
Three more working days went by, with Laurie selling more subscriptions as she gained practice and perfected her technique. At Sue's insistence, Laurie gave the sexy approach another try, but guardedly, and found that it did indeed work on most men. However, the nearly burned teen-ager was careful to avoid being seated beside a lone man on a couch again, and she did most of her selling to male prospects while standing at their front doors.
Everything seemed to be going Laurie's way at last. Tom had quit pestering her about quitting and going home, and only one girl in the crew was selling more subscriptions than Laurie, and she was fast closing the gap there.
It was mid-afternoon of her fourth day of selling when Laurie tripped light-heartedly up the steps and across the porch of an old, well-kept, single-family dwelling and raised her hand to knock, only to have the door swing open before she could do so.
"Uuuh!" was the only sound the horror-stricken girl could utter.
There in the doorway stood two naked men with stocking masks over their heads, and the horrible sight petrified her and froze her vocal cords. By the time she realized what they intended to do with her, it was too late for her to scream. One of the men had by then grabbed her and jerked her into the house, holding her while the other stuffed a rag into her mouth and tied another around her head to hold it in.
"You want to take her into the bedroom?" the taller man asked as the other locked the door.
"Noom, noom!" Laurie cried, her words sounding nasal and unintelligible because of the gag. The tall man was standing behind her, holding her arms as she struggled valiantly and tried to kick his shins.
"We'll fuck her in the sitting room," the average-sized man said.
"Ouch!" the one behind her yelped, when Laurie found her mark and rapped his shin sharply with the hard-rubber heel of her right loafer. "Take them goddamned shoes off her."
"Let me go! Turn me loose!" Laurie yelled, but her frantic words were so garbled that even she couldn't have made them out without knowing what she'd meant to say.
"Twist her arm! Break it if she kicks me," the man said as he squatted beside Laurie and the man holding her.
"Uuun! Unnn!" Laurie cried, the sudden pain in her arm making her forget all about trying to kick the man who was removing her loafers.
The taller man bucked her up with his chest and stomach supporting her back and rump, and Laurie's stockinged feet flailed the air as she wrenched about in a desperate effort to free herself.
"Regular little hellcat, ain't she?" the shorter man laughed as he tossed her shoes away.
His voice sounded strangely familiar, but then he slapped her and Laurie forgot to try to place it because of her stark fear and stinging cheek.
"Be still and I'll take your clothes off you nice and gentle-like. Otherwise I'll have to hurt you, and rip 'em off!"
"Noom, noom, noom!" Laurie pleaded, her eyes big as saucers and tears streaming down her cheeks.
The man paid her no mind. While the tall one held her helpless, he unbuttoned Laurie's skirt and whisked it off her. Then he hooked his fingers over the elastic waistband of her nylon panties and pulled the wispy garment over the flare of her hips and down her shapely white legs. "Oh, man, is this ever gonna be sweet meat!" he exclaimed, running his hands up her creamy thighs and sinking a finger into her hairy hole, which was damp from sweat and the small amount of secretions that walking all day had produced. The tip of his finger bumped her hymen, and he whooped his delight. "She's a virgin! Would you believe it? Sonovabitch! We got ourselves a cherry girl here!"
"Lemme bust it," the tall guy said.
"Hell, no. Your dick is too big for me to take seconds after you. I'll pop her cherry!"
"I get to eat her first, okay?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"Get her naked. I never went down on a virgin before. Hurry! Goddamn, my mouth is watering!"
Laurie wished she could shrink up and disappear. Their vulgar discussion of who was going to do what to her and in what order they would do it left her seething with humiliation and rage, but there wasn't a damned thing she could do about it. She continued to struggle with all her might, because her conscience demanded it, but in the back of her fear-filled mind she knew it was useless. There were two of them, both strong men, and she was only a frightened young girl.
Oh, Tom . . . Tom! How I wish I'd listened to you! her mind screamed. Why didn't I let you take me home? Oh, God! I wish I was home now!
All too soon she had been manhandled and divested of everything but her green below-the-knee stockings. The man holding her from behind was now doing so with one arm, fondling her jiggling bare tits with his free hand as she sobbed and twisted about futilely, while the other man looked on approvingly and stroked his erecting penis. The taller man already had an erection, Laurie knew, because she could feel his dreaded thing brushing and thumping her back. She attempted to reach down and crush his testicles, but he had her wrists overlapping and was holding them both with one large, powerful hand.
"Be still!" the man holding her ordered. He ran his hand down her stomach and began fondling her dark-haired triangle.
Laurie whimpered and struggled even more vigorously. When she felt one of his fingers pushing into her slit, she flung her head and banged her rump back, hoping to hurt him but only succeeding in making him laugh. She groaned, "Noom! Please . . . noom!"
She jerked and sucked air in through her nose when the tip of his finger struck her maidenhead and sent a burst of pain arcing out from her loins. Then the pain stopped almost as abruptly as it had started when he withdrew his finger and used the tip of it to massage the inverted V at the top of her sex cleft. Her mind had no control over the pea-size organ he was concentrating his efforts on. The tactile stimulation excited her Judas clitoris and coaxed it out from beneath its protective hood.
"She's coming around," Laurie heard the man fondling her pussy say, and she was mortified by the realization that he was right.
It was unbelievable that she should feel anything but horror at such barbaric and humiliating treatment, but she couldn't deny the tiny flames of lust which his finger was causing as it rubbed her pleasure button incessantly.
"I'm gonna take her gag off," the smaller man said.
Laurie stood still, watching him walk toward her with his fully erect organ swaying from side to side. She thought, I'll scream when he removes the gag. Someone will hear me. Someone has to hear me! Someone has to help me! Their faces are ugly under the stockings, the features all contorted! Why didn't they wear lighter, thinner stockings? I can't let them rape me! I won't even be able to identify them if the police do catch them later! ! Oh, God! I've got to scream loud!
As if the man holding her had been reading her mind, he waved the other man back and put his hand on her throat. His fingers wrapped around her neck and began squeezing. "This is just a warning, sugar. You can talk when the gag is off if you want to, but only in a normal tone, understand? If you try to yell for help, this is what I'll do to you."
His fingers bit into her throat, cutting off Laurie's air passageway and making her dizzy. Her eyes bugged out and she made a gurgling sound. Darkness began settling over her. Then he took his hand from her throat and she whimpered as she heaved to catch her breath.
"It's up to you," the shorter man said while he removed the gag. "We won't hurt you if you cooperate. If you don't, you're dead. Which will it be?"
"C-co-cooperate," Laurie gasped the instant the gag was pulled from her mouth.
"Now that's using your head," the man in front of her said. He put his hands on her breasts and fondled them almost gently. "We're going to fuck you good. If you please us, and we're not too hard to please if you'll really try, we'll let you walk out of here with nothing lost but your cherry. Wouldn't you rather lose your cherry than your life?"
"Yes, sir," Laurie whimpered.
"Sir?" he laughed. "You don't need to be that polite, baby."
"But I don't know your names," Laurie said, thinking fast, knowing she was at their mercy for the time being but hoping to learn their names so she could give them to the police later. "My name is Laurie Morgan . . . what are yours?"
"Don't be a smart ass," the average-sized man said. "If we tell you our names, we'll have to kill you, honey. Would you really like us to introduce ourselves?"
"No!"
"You can call me Dick and my friend, Peter," the smaller man said with a chuckle. "Those aren't our names, but since that's what you're going to get from us I think they'll do nicely."
"Let me go," Laurie pleaded. "Please! I won't tell anyone what you tried to do!"
"Put her on her knees, Peter. Let's see if she can talk with a cock in her mouth."
"Noon! Don't make me do that!" Laurie cried, feeling the pain in her arms and sinking to the floor in a kneeling position before the man who'd named himself Dick. His bulging, purplish glans was only scant inches away from her frightened eyes, and the thought of taking it in her mouth made Laurie's stomach do a flip-flop. "I'll get sick! It'll make me throw up!"
"Kiss it," he said, grasping her auburn hair and pulling her head toward his loins.
"Noon! Oh, God! Please!" she begged.
"Kiss it!" he barked, and pulled her tightly clenched lips right up to the tip of his hard penis.
He held her like that, with the surprisingly smooth knob pressed against her unwilling lips, while Laurie held her breath and stared in horror at the vein-streaked shaft protruding from his coarse-haired pubis. She wouldn't kiss it. She couldn't let herself do such a vile thing. She preferred them to go ahead and rape her and get it over with, because she'd more or less resigned herself to that degrading fate. But she just couldn't let him put his awful thing in her mouth.
Until she took a deep breath, Laurie was doing all right, considering her fear of the men and her disgust at having the rounded end of a rapist's penis touching the outer surfaces of her lips. Then she inhaled the heady aroma of aroused male groin.
The scent increased her fear, but to her dismay it lessened her disgust. She clenched her lips tighter together and tried to pull them out of contact with the sleek cockhead. All she got for her effort was a pain in her scalp, because he wouldn't release her hair or allow her to back away.
"Kiss it, baby. I'm running out of patience."
Reeling with humiliation, Laurie decided she had no choice in the matter. He was going to force the horrid perversity on her no matter how long she stalled. And she didn't want to put it off any longer. She wanted to get the rape over with, to do what the evil man demanded of her in return for sparing her life. All she actually wanted to do was put on her clothes and walk out the front door, but she knew she would never see daylight again if she didn't start acting as if she wanted to do the vile thing she must do before the men would let her go.
The trembling teen-ager pursed her lips around the tip of the rapist's peter and kissed it with great reluctance.
"That's better," he said. "Again."
The unnatural act hadn't made her sick so far, but Laurie still feared it would. It had to be done, though, and she reasoned that getting sick to her stomach was much better than getting strangled to death. Forcing herself to quit resisting, she kissed the dreaded glans a second time. "Again," he kept saying, and each time he did Laurie kissed the rounded end of his organ. By the tenth kiss, she had half of his knob inside her soft lips, with the tip pressing against the fronts of her teeth, and she realized she wasn't going to be sick after all.
"Lick it," he ordered.
Feeling faint, Laurie opened her teeth and extended her tongue. She ran her tonguetip across the end of his dick and whimpered at the taste of the substance she collected from its tiny opening. It had a salty, pleasant flavor. She tried not to like it, even as she licked for more.
It wasn't just the taste of his precoital fluid which thrilled Laurie. The way she was being treated-grabbed, stripped, pawed and threatened, then brought to her knees slave like and forced to perform a perverse act-finally had snapped something inside her. She was horrified by what was happening to her, but she was learning one of Life's basic lessons-that one can't experience horror without also experiencing excitement along with it.
She didn't like it when the man stuck two inches of his musky-tasting rod into her pure mouth, but she couldn't deny the lascivious thrill it sent coursing through her. Somewhere in her head a buzzer went off, and like Pavlov's dogs, Laurie began salivating.
As if her tongue had a mind of its own, it laved the undersurface of the suddenly delicious cock, while her soft, trembling lips formed themselves suckingly around the thick, tasty shaft which had seemed so frightening only a moment earlier.
"That's it, baby," a voice came to her as she felt ' a hand cupping the back of her head and pulling her forward, feeding two more inches of tangy prick into her mouth. "I knew you'd like it once you tasted it."
I don't like it! Laurie wanted to scream. I'm only doing it because you forced me! Because you'll kill me if I don't!
The rubbery glans probed into the soft lining at the back of Laurie's throat and triggered her gag reflex. She made a sputtering, coughlike sound around her mouthful of prick and backed off it, moaning, "Please! No more! Rape me! Get it over with!"
He stuck his rod back in her mouth and made her suck it some more. Tears streaming down her cheeks, Laurie bobbed her head at his loins and wished she could die. She knew he was going to make her suck him all the way off, and when his cock began throbbing in her mouth the same way Tom's had throbbed in her hand, it felt as if the world were spinning around her. Laurie deplored the thought of his coming in her mouth, but she didn't dare try to prevent it.
Just short of orgasm, he jerked his organ from her mouth. The sudden retreat took Laurie by surprise, causing her puffy lips to flap together and produce a loud, wet, slurping sound. She groaned and lowered her head in shame, realizing that her degradation had only begun and wishing to God she had stayed at home the way Tom had wanted her to do from the first.
"If you want to eat her while she's still a virgin, you'd better hurry," the man whose dong she'd been sucking said. "Put her on the couch. I'll hold her down for you."
The tall, well-built man hooked his hands under Laurie's armpits from behind and hoisted her up, carrying her to the couch and dumping her on it. The shorter man pulled her to a sitting position while the other knelt between her legs and tugged her out 'til her ass hung precariously on the edge of the center cushion.
"Don't torture me like this!" Laurie begged. "Let me go! Just rape me and let me go!"
"She's turning on," the one kneeling between her widespread legs said. "Her gorgeous little snatch is nice and juicy now!"
Though Laurie was shaking with fear, she had enough presence of mind to realize the man would have to remove his stocking mask in order to go down on her. When it dawned on her that she would be able to get a look at his face and could point him out later for the police and have him sent to prison, she quit protesting and started wriggling her hips as if she were willing to let him have his way.
I'll pay you bastards back for this! she thought, watching closely as the man began pulling up his mask. Take it off, you pervert! Let me see your ugly face!
The tip of his chin was all Laurie got to see before the man holding her down leaned over her chest and blocked her view with his masked head. By the time he'd decided on her left breast and lowered his head to it, the other man had thrust his head between her legs and was licking her pussy. She couldn't even see the top of his head clearly. He had only pulled his mask up enough to suit his filthy purpose. He had a soft, brown mole on his left shoulder, she noticed with rising then dying hope, realizing the police couldn't go around checking men's shoulders.
Laurie heaved a sigh of humiliated resignation and relaxed as best a girl could who was being raped. Struggling against the vicious monsters had gotten her nowhere. They were going to do exactly what they wanted to, and she knew that nothing she could say or do would stop them. She gave up the fight and lay trembling and docile while one man sucked her erect nipple through his stocking mask and the other licked the full length of her tingling cunt with his bare tongue.
Two minutes later Laurie was still docile and trembling, but she was also panting for breath and rocking her dripping pussy against the mouth which had conquered and claimed it despite her initial repugnance. The man's lips were glued to the hairy border surrounding her fluttering labia, his tongue dipping rapidly in the vestibule of her virginal hole, its tip flicking her awakened clitoris and driving poor Laurie out of her head.
"Oh, oh, oh," she chanted, unable to hold back any longer. The hot pleasure in her loins caused her to forget the slight pain in her pinned-back arms. She opened her mouth to beg him to stop sucking her, but all that came out was a raspy, garbled sound.
"That's enough sucking. She's ready for cock!"
"Noon!" Laurie moaned as she was dragged down onto the floor and mounted by the shorter man. "No! Please!"
The tall one, his mask back in place, clapped a hand over her mouth and rasped, "Hurry! Goddamn, I can hardly wait!"
Laurie stared up at the masked, grotesquely distorted face looming above her. Her eyes were glassy with lust, but large and frightened nevertheless. When she felt the hard knob of his penis wedging between the slick, swollen lips of her burning pussy, she moaned into the hand over her mouth and wagged her ass frantically in a futile effort to prevent penetration.
The man above her answered her moan with one of his own as he popped his blood-engorged cockhead into the outer chamber of her tiny sex hole.
"Uuun . .. unnn!" Laurie cried, shutting her eyes against the pain and trying to free her hands. But the larger man had her arms pulled up above her head from beneath his buttocks.
Then it didn't matter about her hands anyway, because the man atop her grunted and plunged his dreaded prick into her to the very hilt.
"Aarghf" Laurie yelled into the sweaty palm covering her mouth. It felt as if she'd been split in half when her veil of virginity was ripped to shreds by the inrushing cock. As the fat dick sped up her tight, hot, never-used vagina, Laurie sucked in her breath raggedly through her flared nostrils. When he hit home, jarring her pain-racked body and slapping her in the ass with his heavy nuts, Laurie dug her sharp fingernails into the buttocks which had her hands pinned to the floor.
The tall man forgot to keep his hand over Laurie's mouth. She'd drawn blood, and his pain was too great to think about anything else. He yelled and leaped back, leaving bits of his skin hanging from Laurie's sharp nails.
"AARGH!!" she screamed, making fists and beating wildly at the man on top of her as she tried desperately to buck him off. "A AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!"
"Stuff that damned rag in her mouth! Help me! Hold her fuckin' arms!"
Blood dripping from his rump nearly as freely as it was oozing from Laurie's punctured cunt, the tall man slapped Laurie and cursed her as he stuffed the gag back into her gaping mouth. Then he pinned her arms to the floor again, rendering her helpless and utterly vulnerable to sexual attack.
The gagged Laurie moaned piteously as she lay there heaving for air with the rapist atop her, his fat dick crammed up her painfully stretched vagina to the hilt. The sharp, ripping sensation was over now, leaving her entire genital area throbbing with the dull aching and stretching of being reamed to size. She could feel keenly the pulsating girth of the battering ram which had bullied its way into her belly. It was lying at rest, the rapist letting it soak in her, savoring her furnace-like heat and incredibly tight fit around his shaft. He was into her balls deep, with his rubbery knob nestled snugly against the mouth of her pure womb itself. The pain and humiliation of being deflowered by the vicious masked rapist was only a small fraction of the grossly mistreated girl's suffering now. Her little girl's insane fear was screeching stridently inside her pounding head, screaming, HE'S GOING TO MAKE ME PREGNANT!! Over and over again her fear echoed within her, chilling her blood, for to Laurie, getting pregnant out of wedlock was synonymous with disgrace and ostracism.
The pain-racked, terrified girl could feel the blood oozing out between her tautly stretched pussy lips and the enlarged base of the male animal's despised organ. As it trickled warmly and wetly down the crack of her quaking butt, Laurie said a silent prayer, begging God to let her die then and there, because she much preferred death to the prospect of being knocked up by the subhuman creature which lay panting on top of her, with his throbbing penis sunk to the depths of her ruined body.
Then the tall man held her immobile, and the beast that had violated the sanctity of her chaste vagina began screwing her. Slowly the prick retreated from the battle it had won, its roughened shaft rubbing abrasively against the tender inner lips of Laurie's ravished cunt, making them even rawer than they already were.
She groaned and shut her eyes. There was a pulling, drawing sensation in her loins as her taut sex-flesh clung jerkily to the withdrawing dong. When the rapist had removed all of his disgusting organ but the head, Laurie gritted her teeth and held her breath. But he was in no apparent hurry now that he'd demolished her most prized possession. He paused with only his glans remaining inside her, her smaller lips ringing his shaft like a rubber band, just behind his flared coronal ridge, making the squirming Laurie feel like an impaled frog on a cruelly barbed gig.
Without warning, he plunged his blood-tinged pecker into her again, the force of his sudden motion making his testicles swing forward and splat resoundingly into the soft valley between her cringing buttocks. The inrushing cockhead jarred her uterus and knocked the air from her lungs.
The soul-rending sound of Laurie's abject misery rang nasally around the room. She made fists of her imprisoned small hands and snapped her head to the side, her nostrils enlarging to twice their normal diameter as she fought for breath.
There was no pausing on the part of the rapist this time, however. He began hunching it to her hard and fast, grunting as he pistoned his blood-enlarged pole furiously in and out of her raw-nerved sexual opening. It was pure torture for Laurie, the red-hot pain coming at her in great fiery sheets as she thrashed about and sucked air by the gallons in her struggle for life itself. With the gag in her mouth, she couldn't force in enough air to feed her oxygen-starved body.
The man fucking her could see her face turning livid and hear the hissing reports as her breathing became more and more frantic. He jerked the rag from her mouth without missing a stroke, and started ramming his dick into her all the harder.
Laurie took huge, gasping breaths for nearly a minute. She'd been so close to blacking out that she hardly knew where she was or what was happening to her. In her fight for air, she'd forgotten the pain, and when she caught her breath and remembered it, she was amazed to discover it was virtually disappearing. The man who'd caused her pain was gone, having spent himself in her with her hardly being aware of the dreaded substance gushing from his twitching organ. She nearly passed out from fear when she realized his seed was lying deep inside her sweat-soaked belly.
She screamed her terror at the stark fear which thinking herself pregnant by an unknown rapist brought slamming into her horror-stricken mind. Then a hand was over her mouth and she couldn't utter a sound. All she could do was stare up in fascinated fright as the tall man loomed above her. His face was grotesquely distorted because of the stocking mask he wore, but Laurie couldn't look away. Even when he settled between her wide-splayed legs and wedged the bulbous head of his larger organ between her sperm-slick labia, she still gaped at his ugly visage.
"Take it in your hand!" he hissed. "Reach down and wrap your fingers around it, sugar!"
There was no resistance left in Laurie. The thing she feared more than death itself had already occurred. She knew the first brutal rapist had deposited his vulgar semen inside her, and she assumed she was already pregnant, with the inevitable disgrace to follow later. With great reluctance she reached down between their bodies and took the second man's sturdy rod in her shaking hand.
To her astonishment, she experienced a mild thrill rather than the intense disgust she'd expected. The man's erect organ felt good, almost as good as her own Tom's had felt. It also felt larger, and out of fearful curiosity she attempted to encircle it completely. The exploratory task she'd embarked upon proved to be impossible. His rock-hard cock was huge, and she reeled with a brand-new, anticipatory fear as she realized her slender fingers simply couldn't encompass the massive shaft. Its circumference was too great for her small hand. The thought of such a monstrous instrument being forced into her tiny vagina brought beads of cold sweat popping out on her forehead.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped. "It's too big!"
He grinned evilly through his mask and inserted most of his knoblike glans, straining forward slowly and dilating Laurie's fluted cuntal tissue 'til she was sure he was tearing her.
"Nooh! I can't take it!" she wailed. "It's too big! You'll split me!"
With her small hand gripping his dick and trying to hold it back, he popped the flared portion of his mushrooming glans into the almost impossibly tight ring of her yielding inner lips, stretching her hair-rimmed hole to the very limit as it snapped over his tufted corona and locked his enormous cockhead lewdly inside her.
"Aargh!" Laurie cried, throwing back her head and releasing his dong, her anguish causing her to slap her hands over her contorted face. "Y-You're kil-lingggME!"
He showed her no more mercy than the first man had. Tensing his hairy buttocks, he pressed forward, sinking inch after inch of his long, fat prong into the gasping young girl. He didn't stop even when his rounded tip nudged her uterus, with more than an inch of his rod remaining outside her grippingly enlarged opening. With a grunt he lunged deeper, shoving her womb higher in her body to make room for the rest of his horse-like organ.
"AARGH!" Laurie screamed, and was again silenced by his sweat-damp hand clamping over her mouth.
She felt as if she'd been ripped asunder and ruined forever, but the pain was different this time. The hurt was hot and exciting, and she couldn't help the lurid thrill it gave her. Heaving for breath, she stared up at the rapist through disbelieving eyes as he began stroking his blood-engorged rod in and out of her, making her sex-flesh draw out around his huge shaft during the outstroke only to fold softly in around it when he thrust it all the way into her quivering belly again.
He took his hand from her mouth, and still Laurie only looked up at his twisted facial features with wide, glazing eyes. Her mouth hung open and her lips twitched, but she couldn't utter a word. He stuck both hands under her and cupped the soft, resilient cheeks of her rump, fondling them lasciviously as he went on thrusting his massive dong in and out of her snug, fluttering vagina.
"Ohhh," she moaned, gritting her teeth against the unwanted pleasure he was pumping into her.
A soft laugh filtered through the stocking over the humping man's face. He socked his fat dick into her right up to his nuts, grinding his pelvis against hers and stirring her insides with his swollen glans sunk to the center of her shivering body.
Laurie bit her puffy lower lip and whimpered. It was lewd and humiliating, the way his warm, hairy balls made themselves at home in the moist crack of her quivering butt. And the way the taut-skinned head of his fully inserted dick flipped maddeningly back and forth over the ultrasensitive neck of her uterus was blatantly obscene. But it felt good, wonderful, and there was no way the tormented girl could deny the jolts of pleasure it sent shooting through her.
"Ohhh . . . ohhh!" she groaned, closing her eyes and turning her head to the side so she wouldn't have to look at the vulgar man when he began plunging into her again.
"Take your time," Laurie heard the man who'd already raped her caution the one now screwing her. "Your job is to make her like it." I can't like it! Laurie groaned inwardly. I won't let myself like it! Aaah . . . damn it. . . why does it have to feel good? It's wicked... dirty.. . perverted. . . and I'm a good Christian girl! This is of the Devil! I've got to fight it! Ahhhh. . . oh, shit. . . I'd rather it still hurt than . . . than this!
The man atop her had been increasing his speed, but he slowed down after the other had spoken. With long, measured strokes, he screwed her thoroughly and deliberately, driving in to the very hilt and withdrawing to the base of his huge crown.
The friction became unbearably hot as he kept sawing incessantly away at her. The girth of his instrument had her sopping hairy entrance stretched to the tearing point. Laurie could feel her flaming sex-flesh clinging to his thick shaft, distending out from her body and sucking at it as if reluctant to lose it even for a split second. Then he would sink it all the way back into her, folding her slippery vulvar folds inward and making them skid jerkily around him in thrilling surrender.
Her hips began undulating of their own accord, and try as she did, Laurie couldn't stop them. "I hate you! I despise what you're doing to me!" she hissed, even as her midsection began straining and working with her tormentor. "Ohhhh... oh, nooo!" she wailed.
"That's it, sugar," he chuckled. "Gettin' good, isn't it?"
"NO!" she screeched, but her body didn't hear her shocked mind and went right on writhing beneath the awful man.
"Fuck with me, sugar," he urged. "Come on. You know you want to." I do want to! Laurie thought, hating herself for being so weak and sinful. It does feel good! Oh, Lord. . . what am I to do!
"Shake it, sugar! Hunch that gorgeous hot snatch up to me. You're gettin' it anyway, so you might as well enjoy it!"
With so much lustful pleasure thundering around inside her, Laurie's reeling mind was ready to accept his Devil's philosophy. She had tried not to like it-tried desperately-but it was too good to resist a second longer. The pushing-and-pulling sensations caused by his plunging organ finally got to her. It was as if a switch had been thrown somewhere in her foggy brain, locking her fears and inhibitions away where she wasn't even aware of having them. The part of her mind which was left functioning was the primitive brain stem itself, where the raging emotions of the prehuman creature reside.
The sound which issued from her drooling mouth was shockingly animalistic. It was halfway between a growl and a hiss. As it burst over her drawn-back lips, a tremendous tremor racked her sweat-wetted body.
"Waaggnnnhhhh!" she cried hoarsely, and swung into lust-crazed action.
Laurie was only dimly aware of what she was doing. For the most part, her mind was out of it. But conscious thought was totally unnecessary at this point. Her female instincts had taken possession of her and were driving her on. She threw her lovely trembling legs over the rapist's calves and locked her ankles under his shins, using his muscular legs for leverage as she began slamming her inflamed, demanding cunt frantically up to meet the huge cock fucking into it.
"Ohhhh," she moaned raspily. "Oh, God, yessss!"
There was no holding back for either of them then. Laurie flung her arms around the big-dicked man and clung breathlessly to him as he began powering the meat to her.
"It's sooo gooodddd!" she squealed, her butt flying up and down as she caught the faster tempo and matched the furiously fucking man, stroke for scaldingly wonderful stroke. "Harder! Give it to me, you bastard!"
He groaned and threw a volley of pile-driving thrusts into her, his cockhead banging into her womb and jarring her clear up to her teeth.
"OH, GOD . .. YESSSS ... DO IT ... FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!!"
He pulled out all the stops and began fucking her like mad, his ass arcing so fast it was a blur of motion.
The inexperienced girl couldn't keep up with the stud of a man, so she gave up trying, and lay still, taking the intense fucking and loving it.
Her imprisoned conscience yelled mutedly at her, telling her she was depraved and perverted, lost forever and doomed to disgrace. But Laurie scarcely heard it and was in no condition to let it bother her. The first twitchings of bittersweet preorgasmic agony were swarming in her sexually awakened loins, and nothing else in the whole goddamned world mattered to her.
"Harder!" she rasped throatily. "Faster! Rip me! Tear me! Ohh, Jesus. . . GIVE IT TO MEEEE!!!"
Laurie was reveling in the very thing she had always feared her strong, erotic desires would drive her to-rough, unbridled sex of the most crude and vulgar kind. But she didn't care now. Now it was occurring. She was being fucked silly by a total stranger, and it was the most fantastically exciting thing that had ever happened to her. He was hammering it deep into her rippling belly, and his huge, throbbing cock was ungodly good. The thorough screwing he was giving her transported her into a mindless realm of rampaging lust, and she wanted to live forever in that marvelous realm.
But the pounding pleasure soon became too intense for mortal flesh to endure. Laurie flung her head from side to side as the explosive force of her orgasm burst forth, making her shudder from the top of her wagging head clear down to her dainty, curled-down toes.
"Aaaaahhhh . . . ahhhh . . . OHHHH ... OH, MY GOD . . .COMING ... I'M COOOMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!!"
The strong walls of her youthful vagina began spasming harshly, grabbing the pulsating organ inside it rhythmically. Unable to resist the sucking sensations, he socked his rod home for the last time and left it there, allowing the young girl's climactic convulsions to suck the boiling sperm up from his body-hugging nuts.
"UNGGHHHH!!" he grunted as the first mass of semen raced up his throbbing shaft.
The viscous cream squirted forcefully from the expanded eye of his jerking cockhead and ricocheted around in the depths of Laurie's convulsing belly, adding to the intensity of her already mind-blowing climax. She bowed upward and let out a shrill sound of utter bliss, then fell back with the full weight of the rapist bearing on her writhing, thrashing young body.
"OH, GOD . . . UUNNGGHHHH . . . AARRRGGGHHHH!!!" she shouted hoarsely, then collapsed into a shuddering heap of female protoplasm as her broken sobs of orgasmic fulfillment rent the air.
Laurie was still in a daze when she stumbled from the cab and staggered into the motel. It was too early for the others to be back yet, so she dragged herself up the corridor and knocked weakly on the Caldwell's door.
"My, God!" Sue gasped when she opened the door. "What happened to you?"
"I've been raped!" Laurie sobbed.
Sue took her inside and soothed her as best she could. She made Laurie lie down and put a cool, damp towel on her forehead.
"Call the police, Sue!"
"No! Wait 'til Vince gets back, Laurie. I don't know what to do, but he will. We can't afford any scandal. You know that!"
"I don't care about scandal!" Laurie wailed. "I've been raped! Don't you understand!"
But Sue wouldn't call the police. Instead, she gave Laurie a tranquilizer, which put her to sleep within minutes because of her exhausted condition.
"That's the house!" Laurie, who'd been awakened only after the others had taken their evening meal, said. "That's where I was raped!"
Vince braked the bus to a stop while Tom, sitting beside Laurie with his arm around her, patted her shoulder and gritted his teeth.
The nervous sales crew chief backed the bus up and stopped it in front of the house Laurie had indicated. "You're sure this is the house, Laurie?"
"I'm positive. I'll never forget this house as long as I live!" Laurie said.
"Let's go," Tom growled, jumping up with his fists clenched. "If Laurie says this is the house, it is!"
"Cool down," Vince cautioned. "I'm as eager to see justice done as you are, Barringer, but rape is a serious charge. We've got to be sure we've found the right men before we go accusing anyone of it."
"But Laurie said they wore stocking masks," Tom groaned.
"If we've got the right house, we'll get the men, or the police will, stocking masks or not."
"It's the right house," Laurie insisted, shuddering as she recalled the degradation which had been heaped upon her inside it.
"Then, let's go," Vince said, turning off the engine. "No use putting it off."
The threesome left the bus and went up the walk, with Vince leading the way and Tom holding Laurie's shaking hand to give her moral support.
"I'm scared," Laurie said, clinging to her boy friend's arm as they mounted the steps side by side, with Vince already across the porch and knocking on the door. "We should have made Vince go to the police, Tom. What if those awful men kill all three of us?"
Tom shrugged and said, "No chance," but Laurie could see that he was worried as well as angry.
Two people answered Vince's insistent rapping, but instead of the two men who'd raped Laurie, the door swung open on two gray-haired little old ladies, one of whom smiled timidly and said, "Good evening, I'm sure," in a crackly voice.
"Good evening, ma'am," Vince replied in his most professional tone, which exuded warmth and charm. "I'm sorry to trouble you ladies, and I don't wish to cause either of you any harm . . . but who else lives in this house, if I might ask?"
The woman who'd spoken started to answer, but the other shushed her and asked, "Why are you asking us personal questions, young man?"
"I need to know, ma'am. It's important," Vince said.
"Then I think you should tell us who you are," the second lady said.
And the first old woman added, with an approving nod, "Yes, and why you need to know, too."
"I'm sorry, ladies. Forgive my bad manners, please. I'm a bit nervous and upset. My name is Vince Caldwell. This young man is Tom Barringer, and the young lady with us is Laurie Morgan. I'm a sales manager, and these young people work for me. Miss Morgan was selling magazine subscriptions on your street today, and . . . she claims to have been raped in this house by two men wearing stocking masks."
Laurie bit her lip as the two old ladies turned their astonished gazes toward her.
"Oh, mercy," the frail one gasped, with the merely thin one gushing, "Heaven help us! What's this world coming to!"
"How about it?" Tom demanded. "Who else lives here?"
"Cool it, Barringer," Vince cautioned.
"No, no, Mister Caldwell," the frail one said, "don't scold the lad. I can see why you're all so sober-faced now. We have nothing to hide, do we, Jessie?"
"Of course not," Jessie said, "but I'm afraid the pretty young lady has the wrong house. I'm dreadfully sorry about her, uh, misfortune, but my sister Maude and I live here alone. I'm a widow, and Maude is a single lady."
"I don't have the wrong house, ma'am," Laurie said respectfully.
The old ladies glanced at each other, and Vince said, "Laurie, honey, you must be mistaken."
"No. This is the house, Mister Caldwell."
"Are you sure, baby?" Tom asked.
"Jessie and I were both home all day, Miss Morgan," Maude said apologetically, "and I can assure you that nothing like that happened in our house."
"You say you were both home all day?" Vince asked. "Are you sure you didn't go out? Maybe shopping for a little while?"
The ladies looked at each other again. Jessie said, "You went out for the paper this morning."
And Maude said, "You worked in the garden for about an hour this afternoon."
"Then one or the other of you was inside the house all day?" Vince asked.
"Yes," Jessie said. "I wish we could help the little girl, but I don't see how."
"Laurie," Vince said, "let's look at some more houses. We're sorry to have troubled you, ladies. Thank you for your kindness."
Laurie jerked her arm out of Vince's hand and began crying. "This is the house!" she sobbed. "I know it is!"
"Honey," Tom soothed.
"It is, damn it!" Laurie wailed, dabbing at her eyes with a facial tissue. "I'm almost positive! If I could see the front room, then I could be absolutely sure!"
"Laurie," Vince pleaded, "we can't ask these ladies to show us their front room, honey. It would be the same as calling them liars."
"If you don't, you're calling me a liar!" Laurie hissed. "This is the house! I don't care what they say!"
"Ladies, I'm awfully sorry," Vince apologized. "Miss Morgan is upset. She doesn't mea-"
"I can certainly understand how she would be," Maude, the frail single lady, broke in. "There's no need to apologize. Miss Morgan, you come right on in and have a good look at our home. You boys, too. Come on, now. We won't have it any other way, will we, Jessie?"
For an answer, Jessie smiled, then took Laurie by the hand and led her into the house.
The shape of the living room and the color of the walls were exactly as Laurie remembered them, but nothing else was the same. The furniture was different, and the rug, even the pictures on the walls. Laurie was about to concede that she had indeed made a mistake when she happened to glance up toward the ceiling, where she recognized an object which had imprinted itself permanently on her brain. It was the ornate globe of the old house's ceiling light fixture. She had found herself staring up at the fancy globe during her agonizing pain and later during her frenzied lust, and she knew for certain it was the same one.
"This is the house!" she shouted. "It is! The furniture has been changed! I don't know why! But it has! That light fixture!" She pointed. "It's the same! See where it's chipped? See how fancy it is? I couldn't be mistaken about that light fixture! Call the police!"
No one moved, and Laurie suddenly realized that four pairs of compassionate but disbelieving eyes were staring at her.
"It's the truth!" she yelled, looking right at Tom, whose expression told her he wanted to believe her. "I swear it is! I don't know what's going on! But the furniture has been changed! I was raped by two men in stocking masks! Right here! In this room! In this house! On this floor! HERE, DAMN IT. .. RIGHT HERE ON THIS SPOT!!!" Laurie ran under the ceiling light fixture and stopped. She began stamping her right foot on the floor and sobbing bitterly. "You don't believe me! Oh, my God! Tom? Tom, you've got to believe me!" she begged, but when he turned his back on her, she ran from the house and darted into the bus, flinging herself down on the back seat and crying her heart out.
"We're sorry, ladies," Vince said. "Will you accept our apologies?"
"Of course," the frail lady assured, "but what about that poor girl?"
"She'll be all right after a good night's rest," Vince said. "If she isn't, then I'll take her to a doctor."
"Will you let us know if there's anything we can do to help?" Jessie asked, walking Tom and Vince to the door. "Anything at all."
"Yes, we will," Vince promised. "Thank you for being so understanding. Good night."
"Laurie seemed awfully sure," Tom said, pausing beside Vince when the older man stopped on the sidewalk and lit a cigarette.
Vince sighed tiredly as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. "I'll tell you what I think, Tom, if you'll promise not to take a swing at me before you mull it over."
"What?" Tom asked reluctantly.
"Do you think she was raped?"
"She said she was!"
"Cool it, Tom. We're talking man to man now, and we're only speculating. We don't know anything for sure, now do we?"
"I guess not," Tom admitted grudgingly.
"You and Laurie are engaged, aren't you?"
"Sort of."
"I'm afraid I've seen this kind of thing before, son. If I'd known you two were sweethearts, I would never have signed you both on my crew."
"What are you driving at, Mister Caldwell?"
Vince took a deep drag off his cigarette and exhaled loudly before he said, "I don't think your girl friend was raped, Tom. I think she let herself get seduced, then dreamed up that wild tale about two men in masks and changed furniture to explain the loss of her virginity. You'd be a real bastard to hold it against her if she lost her cherry by rape, wouldn't you? On the other hand, you'd be perfectly justified in dumping her if she gave it away to some stranger. Laurie strikes me as a damned smart girl, but if I were you, I'd watch her pretty close and not be in any hurry to marry her. Think about it, Tom."
It was all Tom could think about as he rode back to the motel in the front of the bus, listening to Laurie's pitiful sobs drifting up from the rear. He wanted to believe Laurie, but Vince's suspicion made a lot more sense than her far-out explanation. By the time the bus pulled into the motel parking lot and drew to a stop, Tom was seething with anger and frustration. He had to fight back a strong urge to kick Laurie's lying ass. He jumped from the bus the second Vince swung open the door, trotting off toward his room without even telling Laurie good night, never thinking to wonder how Vince had known she was a virgin.