Chapter 3

Thursday night went by without a call from Robert. Donna was plunged into a depth of despondency that carried through the night. She awoke the next morning certain that Robert had heard about her involvement in the back room and didn't intend to see her anymore. She didn't want to believe that such a thing could happen but decided there could be no other reason for his failure to call.

Going to work proved especially painful, knowing that Robert was in the office upstairs and she wouldn't be able to see him anymore. He never went out to lunch except with his father or the store manager and she seldom saw him at quitting time. At ten-thirty she could stand it no longer and tried calling his desk on the store intercom phone.

"He isn't taking calls right now," the girl who answered the phone told her. "Can I take a message?"

Donna said no and hung up.

By eleven-thirty, she was so depressed and so wretched she decided to report in sick. She was putting her book away when the intercom phone by the baby wear counter shrilled.

The voice on the phone was Robert's and instant fear took the place of her depression. She was certain he was calling to tell her he had heard of what had happened with the store detective and he didn't want to see her anymore.

But the voice on the phone didn't sound mad. Robert seemed very pleased about something.

"Chester and Viola want to go with us tomorrow," he told her. "I wanted to check with you first. Will that be okay?"

Donna sighed with a deep sense of relief. Robert wasn't mad at her and he hadn't been told anything. The nicest part was, he still intended to take her to the football game tomorrow. She went back to her counter, still intensely pleased that her secret was still safe and Robert would never have to know when the store detective arrived.

"I want to talk to you. I think we better go into the back room."

The numbing fear was stronger. Donna peered at him helplessly. "I don't want to. Do we have to?"

The man grunted and turned on his heel and strode rapidly down the aisle toward the rear of the store.

Donna felt as if she was doing everything all over again in slow motion, like the football players in a game replay to show how the action of the play has gone. She followed the man through the same series of doors until they were in the back storage room and he was sitting on the edge of a wooden crate.

"Glad to see you decided to cooperate," he told her with his leering smile.

Donna sought to quiet her pounding heart. "You said you wanted to talk."

"I really want to fuck!"

She stared at him in alarm. "Fuck?" she stammered.

He grunted as if he found her confusion humorous. "That's the bit, baby. Stick my cock in your juicy little cunt." He spelled the word then said it again. "F U C K. Fuck."

Donna cringed in dismay. It couldn't be happening again. It had to be some kind of joke. Her answer burst from her lips in a cry. "I can't do that!"

That animalistic grin that had frightened her before recreating his determined face. "You'll do it, baby. Either that or Robert hears, all about his little whore!"

She stammered again. "But... but... but... " He was surveying her with cold eyes. There was a growing bulge in the crotch of his pants. He rubbed it nervously.

"The panties, baby. I can't fuck you with them on."

It was useless to argue. It hadn't stopped him before and apparently wouldn't stop him now. She knew she would have to give in. She removed her panties, placed them on a packing box and started to remove her dress. The detective stopped her.

"Never mind the dress. Just bend over."

Donna stopped in confusion, holding the dress at her waist. "Bend over?" she asked tearfully.

"Right on, baby, right on. Just haul your little ole ass over here where I can jab my cock into it."

Donna began to tremble. The man was not only acting like an animal but was also talking like one.

"No!" she wailed.

"Then I go to the old man and tell him all about us."

Donna's voice broke with a sob. "But I haven't done anything."

"Fucking on company time. The boss doesn't like that."

"But you... But... " The man unzipped his pants and pushed them down over his hips exposing his shorts.

He hissed at her in irritation. "Don't get uptight, baby. Get your ass over here and nobody needs to know." He opened his shorts and let his stiff prick flop out.

Donna stared at it with revulsion. It looked so huge, so fat, so... so... so awful. There was no use stalling. To irritate him might bring quick retribution. Robert would find out about how she'd been fucking. She held her raised dress tight to her stomach and turned, bending down so her cunt was exposed to his dangling cock.

The gross store detective gave Donna a light pat on the hip, then spread the cheeks of her ass so he could peer at her asshole. She heard him making sounds, as if pleased by what he was seeing. Then a finger touched the tender rim of flesh.

"Mmmmm," he muttered. "That's nice." He pushed a finger into the tight opening of her asshole.

Donna wiggled her ass and cried out. "Stop it!"

The finger jabbed harder.

She moaned and wiggled her ass again. "Don't!" she blurted. "Take your finger out of my asshole!"

The detective gave her a sharp slap on the buttocks as his irritation and anger grew. The slap was followed by a bellow.

"Shut up, you stupid slut!" He pushed his finger deeper into her rectum.

Donna gritted her teeth and strained her muscles to tighten them around his finger. She wanted to kick back at him, to make him feel some of the pain he was inflicting on her.

He was making noises behind her, animal noises, like some hungry jackal intent on its prey.

"Uhhhhhhh... " The finger twisted in her asshole, going deeper and deeper until she was certain it must be pushing against her belly.

"Oh God," she whispered. "Oh God!"

The man grunted and pushed on her hip. "Shut up. Hold your ass still!"

She tried to remain quiet, but the pain was excruciating. The finger was gouging her insides and she wanted to scream aloud. She clamped her teeth tight to restrain it.

"Nice," the man said again.

He pulled his finger from her asshole and wiped it on the flesh of her buttocks. "You're tight, baby," he muttered in a pleased tone. "Really tight."

There was a short silence, then something big and soft pushed into her tight asscheeks. The bulbous end of his stiff prick nuzzled the tender opening of her asshole.

Donna wiggled again. "Don't do that!" she snapped.

He grasped the cheeks of her ass in his huge hands and jerked them wide apart. "Shut up," the man said again.

She was certain that his tremendous cock would rip her ass apart, that he would shoot cum all over her belly. She cried out in terror.

"Stop it or I'll scream!"

The man said, "Oh shit!"

He pulled his prick from her tortured asshole and lowered it to the lips of her cunt. He rubbed the soft lips, feeling the kinky tuft of hair that hung down from the tender opening.

"Bend down," he ordered. "Open your cunt up."

Donna lowered her head, bent her body deep, spreading her legs far apart and waited for him to thrust the stiff shaft into her cunt. "Please hurry," she murmured anxiously.

The man grunted and said, "Shut up."

She could see he was having a problem as he searched for her cunt. He had to spread his legs wide in order to lower his own groin to the level of her pussy. She heard him making lewd guttural grunts as he muttered to himself. Then the round head of his stiff cock pushed against her tender gash. He grunted again, forced the lips of her cunt apart with his fingers, then guided his rod into the opening.

Donna moaned once more. "Oh God!"

It was happening again. This man was fucking her against her will and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. Her mind was in a turmoil.

Oh please, please... she thought... don't let this happen again... please help me God...

She twisted to look back between her legs, hoping to see what he was doing. His legs arched up from the floor and his pants lay in a pile between them. She could see his huge balls dangling between her thighs, slapping back and forth like some pendulums as he jacked his cock into her hurting cunt.

He humped over her, gloatingly holding onto her hips, rocking into the action and pushing his wet cock deep into the confines of her tight pussy, grinding his groin lasciviously into the cheeks of her ass as if probing for every last inch of penetration.

His animal grunts grew louder. With each grunt, he jabbed angrily into her tender pussy. It was as if he was mad at her and she couldn't understand why. She cried out in an agonized wail.

"Ooooooo God! What are you doooooing to me?"

The detective gave a gleeful laugh and his fingers dug into the skin of her hips.

"Oooooooo, God!" she cried again. She twisted her head from side to side so he could see what his relentless pounding of her tortured cunt was doing to her. "Stop... Oh please stop."

One hand dug into Donna's hip while an arm circled her waist. The added leverage was putting more pressure on her pussy and she felt as if she was being crushed.

"Please, oh please," she moaned.

He hissed back at her. "Shut up, bitch!"

His plunging dick slammed against the underside of her belly, drew back, then jabbed into it again. The action was motivating nerves and muscles and, to her sudden horror, Donna realized that the one thing she didn't want to happen, actually was. Words she had been determined not to use came tumbling from her lips in a frenzied torrent.

"Oh Jesus, fuck me, fuck me... " She turned tear stained eyes back at him, pleading, begging, desiring even more than he was giving.

"Do it faster, Oh God, do it faster! Jab that cock into me, please, do it fast!"

His hands went to her hips. The tempo of his plunging cock increased until he was pumping back and forth like a snapping piston. Each plunging drive of his fleshy rod was adding to her sexual ecstasy.

"Fuck me," she moaned with mounting fervor. "Fuck me to my knees."

Without hesitation, Donna arched her hips more, lowered her chest to force her hungry cunt to a higher elevation.

"Hold your ass still," the man blurted behind her. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips for added support.

She felt as if she was completely full of plunging cock and the fast action of his rocking had aroused her to the point that the juices of her own pussy had completely lubricated her hot cunt, wetting the thrusting prick with a soft slipperiness that made it easy for him to force his cock all the way into the gripping flesh between her thighs. She heard him gritting his teeth as he clung to her, fucking with long powerful strokes, driving his slimy cock all the way up her begging cunt. She felt it swell as his own muscles responded and he thought about all of the sweet hot cock juice that would pour from her aroused pussy.

She wanted to scream with pleasure, to tell him that everything was all right, that she liked his way of fucking her. He was so hot, so goddamned big and hot.

She stared at his bouncing balls, watching his cock jabbing in and out of her rosy cunt, heard his grunts of labored exertion and felt a little guilty because she was enjoying it so much.

It felt so goddamn good...

"Ohhhhhhhhaaa... " she moaned. "Fill me with it... shoot your cock juice... Ahhhhhh... " The detective jerked, then bucked behind her, jabbing hard into her sucking cunt. Then he became slightly rigid as his hard roll spewed the hot cum into her waiting twat. She heard his gasp of pleasure, then the soft cooing sigh of relief as his warm cock juice welled up into her cunt, then he loosened his grasp on her hips. He pulled his prick free of her wet pussy and slowly raised it, tracing a wet line up the crack of her ass to the tender rim of her asshole. He nuzzled the tender rosette, then jammed his still stiff prick into her puckered opening.

"Oh God, no!" Donna wailed. "Don't do that now... " His answer was to grab her around the waist as he pushed his prick into her tender rectum. "Shut up, you stupid slut! I want to fuck your ass!"

Donna tried to pull free of his tight grasp. She wanted to believe that it couldn't happen to her again. This had to be an addition to an overworked nightmare. But she knew it wasn't. The hard cock in her asshole proved that the situation was real and there was little she could do about it.

"Please... " she protested in an attempt to make him understand. "You're making me ill!"

"Hold your ass still, you stupid bitch!" He spat the words at her, angry that she was making his pleasure so difficult. His arms grasped her tighter, forcing his cock all the way up her tight asshole.

Behind them, there was a sound and Donna suddenly realized that someone had entered the room. Two additional legs appeared behind the arched two that belonged to the man. There was a deep intake of breath and then a surprised exclamation.

"Why Mr. Barker! What are you doing? If the girl says no, shouldn't that be enough?"

The store detective stopped thrusting his pecker in Donna's rectum and twisted about to see who was speaking. He was silent for a moment, confused by the sudden, unexpected confrontation. Then he found his voice. He glared at the floor supervisor who had entered.

"What the hell you doing, Lampson, spying on me?"

Lampson surveyed the scene in one quick glance. He gave Barker a knowing look and sneered openly. "Not really. I was looking for my sales clerk."

"Then get the hell out of here!" the man shouted angrily. "Can't you see I'm busy!"

The supervisor shifted his gaze to the girl, taking a sudden interest in her naked body and what he could see of her that wasn't hidden by the store detective.

"So I see," he agreed.

Donna twisted her head. All she could see was the legs. Two bare ones and two clothed ones. The clothed ones were in gray fabric and it dawned on her that the voice and the fabric went very much together. Her supervisor! She bucked forward, pulling her rectum free of the man's cock. She stared at Lampson.

She wanted to die, but all she could do was mumble, "Oh no, not you... " The thin face below the gray eyes and graying hair creased in a sardonic smile. The thin lips leered. "Hello Donna," Lampson said. His gaze clung to the spot of dark wet hair that framed her wet cunt. "I wondered what you were doing."

"He made me... " Donna said, seeking to explain.

Lampson nodded agreeably. "I know, doll. Mr. Barker has a demanding cock."

Donna froze as the name was spoken the second time. "Barker... " she repeated. "This is Mr. Barker?"

Barker frowned and quickly jerked his pants up and stuffed in his shirt. All the while, he was staring at Donna's dripping snatch.

"Not Mr. Barker, baby. Leonard, I'm Leonard, Robert's brother." He buckled his pants and brushed his black hair back with a nervous hand.

"You ain't going to say nothing to the old man?" he asked Lampson. "He'd sure raise hell!"

Lampson smiled slyly and shifted his gaze from Donna's wet cunt to her agonized face. "Not a word," he confided. "Not one word! That is unless... " Barker's eyes narrowed as he faced the supervisor. "Unless what?" he asked suspiciously.

"Unless Donna refused to cooperate with me too."

Donna heard his statement like a sentence of doom. What the supervisor was saying could mean only one thing. She would have to fuck him also or he would tell Mr. Barker that he had caught her and Robert's half brother fucking in the back room.

She knew she could never permit that.