Chapter 2
The words, "Don't move or we'll kill you," were my first indication that I had visitors.
Then I looked up into the meanest face I had ever seen on a man. He didn't look like he'd been through hell-he looked like he'd invented it.
"Freeze, baby," he reiterated his desire that I cease movement.
That's exactly what happened. Fortunately for my mortality I was possessed with an instant paralysis. My fingers became like icicles in my cunt and ass. My orgasm was chilled into nothingness.
I looked around the room and saw the rest of them. About a half-dozen desperate men, each of them virtually as mean looking as their spokesman.
"Reckon you know who we are, little lady," the man who was doing all the talking said.
I wished I did, because it seemed as though it might placate them, but I didn't. They could have been a crew of garbage men for all I knew. They certainly looked the part.
"Ain't you been listening to the TV or radio?" the leader asked impatiently. "Read the paper?"
I shook my head.
"Dumb bitch!" he hissed and then slapped me.
The impact stung my jaw and sent me rolling across the table. I landed on the floor in a spread-eagled heap, my hands by my sides.
"Now do you know who we are?"
I didn't, but was afraid to shake my head again. But he kicked me anyway.
"Hey, Chuck, lay off," one of the henchmen carelessly blurted. "I think she's telling the truth."
The man named Chuck wheeled around and slapped him, too.
"Chuck Willis is the head of this here operation," the leader apparently referred to himself in the third person. "And don't nobody here forget it."
He turned back toward me and pinioned me to the floor with his smoldering eyes.
Although he was ugly as sin, there was something almost hypnotic about his face.
He seemed to be interrogating me with his gaze. I suspected that my deadline was nearing for an acceptable response to his insistence concerning the identity of my intruders.
"Willis!" I seized on the name. "You're the Chuck Willis gang!"
"Not bad, bitch," Willis chuckled appreciatively. "Tell me more."
Getting this far with my bluff had only opened a more complex door of uncertainty to me. I guessed they were criminals of some kind, but I wouldn't have been able to pick Chuck Willis from Willie Sutton in a police line-up.
"Well, bitch, I'm gettin' tired of waitin'," Willis leered, rubbing his palms together in apparent anticipation of what he was going to do to me if I disappointed him.
I racked my fevered brain for a clue. Something.
But it was a vacuum. A terrified blank void.
So, I looked. Yes, covertly searched the environment for a thread to my salvation.
There!... There it was on the leg of somebody's faded denims. Stenciled in big black letters: PROPERTY OF STATE PRISON.
I didn't know whether to be happy or horrified. Obviously I could temporarily get myself off the hook by correctly identifying them as escaped convicts, but what would become of me in the long-run?
"You're the Willis gang that just escaped from the state penitentiary," I opted for the present.
"See, boys," Willis smiled broadly, "I told you the crash-out would get us in the headlines.
We may get shot down like dogs, but everybody'll know about it."
There was a murmur from the others and not all in agreement. Apparently some of the boys were a little more concerned about their mortality than their grandstanding leader.
Their eyes seemed to be forming a consensus, secretly voting on a candidate to challenge Willis. The poll ended with all eyes but his own on one man.
He was the handsomest of the lot. And much the youngest. Under the grime, almost a boy in fact.
When he stepped forward, I realized that my anticipation of an out-and-out confrontation had been far-fetched. As I should have realized, this boy had been selected by his peers to deal with their tyrannical leader not because of his force but because of his guile. He would attempt to smooth things over.
"C'mon, Chuck," the kid said affectionately, "cool on down. Don't wanna get your blood pressure up without the prison infirmary for you to get them pills you take."
Willis responded immediately. The kid seemed to have some sort of power over him.
Perhaps they had been homosexual lovers in prison.
The others breathed a collective sigh of relief when their leader backed off. Then there was a kind of silent conference as they read each other's minds. A re-grouping was taking place.
Through it all I lay with my legs agape in the middle of the kitchen floor. I had begun to feel that waxy yellow build-up squeaking against my elbows and butt. Something told me that whatever they would decide would include me.
Then it was all settled. I could tell it by the smooth placidity on their normally rugged faces.
They spread out in a circle, surrounding me. All of them were smiling, now. They had traded their dissension for an object on which they could all agree.
Me. Yes, it was clear that I was to be gang-raped. This was a task on which the unruly escaped cons could all work together rather than fighting among themselves. Teamwork in action.
Their zippers came down in symphonic whirring. Rough hands groped in grimy flies.
Their dicks were out. Six of them and all hard. More like a gauntlet of weapons than organs of the human body.
"Who goes first?" said Chuck, properly toned down by peer pressure.
This was what the kid had been waiting for to seal whatever breath remained between the upstart gang and its chastened leader. "You, Chuck," the boy said with a grin. "Who else but you?"
Willis was both threatened and vain enough to buy it. Maybe the guy was tough as nails, but he could be manipulated like a marionette by a smart cookie.
Of course, as I admired the kid's diplomacy, I also had to get used to the fact that Willis was going to rape me. His huge cock started to look like the horn of a steer to me.
"How do you like it, babe?" Willis swaggered between my gaping legs and wiggled his heavily-veined cock over me.
He had seemed confused during the questioning of his authority, but now the old power had returned to his eyes. He was hypnotic again and I was under his renewed spell.
"Suck my cock," he said. And I did, without hesitation.
It was acrid tasting, as though it had not been washed in a long time. My nostrils flared from its smell.
But I didn't stop sucking. Because Willis had his meaty hands at the back of my head and was force-feeding me his prick.
God, how much was there? Maybe ten inches. And Willis brutally compelled me to swallow every one of them, until my lips were nuzzling his salty balls.
Would I have done it otherwise? Deep-throated him? I don't know—all I know is that one way or another I did it. Fucked him to the hilt with my mouth.
Then he yanked himself out. His cock was waving in the air, glistening with my spit. I found my heart in my throat.
Willis knelt. He was holding his prick in front of him like a sword, only from the direction in which its savage tip was pointed it was clear that I was the one who was going to be disemboweled.
As he plunged forward my brain reeled back to girlhood. I remembered the advice my mother had given me on my thirteenth birthday on the subject of being attacked by men.
"Just relax and enjoy it, Donna. That's all you can do when one of those big brutes gets his paws on you."
It seemed like particularly wise council at the moment. Willis was delivering his dick to my cunt and there was nothing I could do about it.
Except relax and enjoy it. Those wise old words that many an adolescent girl has heard from her mom.
My inner battle won, my muscles relaxed just before penetration. However, upon the intrusion of the head of his cock in my cunt, they re-tightened. This time, however, not with apprehension, but with anticipation.
His prick rammed into my pussy. The head was skidding up my greasy hole with radar on my cervix. This was obviously going to be a deep womb fuck.
I had him to the hilt almost immediately. His hairy balls were rolling against my pussy petals. He was screwing me so deeply it felt as though he might crack my spine.
"Relax and enjoy it," my mother's words counseled me.
Heeding the latter part of the advice over the former, I energetically wrapped my legs around Willis' waist. I could feel the abdominal muscles flexing against my thighs and the ones in the back undulating against my calves and ankles. The man was a powerhouse.
And, at the present time, his dick was the most powerful part of him. It was like a jackhammer in my cunt, cracking my senses to pieces.
Yes, why lie about it, I was coming. Wasn't it just a matter of unavoidable friction? I rationalized. After all, I hadn't asked for this. It had just happened.
The immense cock in my pussy had just happened. Just happened to be pronging me to the ultimate with his deep-thrusting jolts.
And I just happened to be experiencing one shuddering orgasm after another. Captive that I might be, I was pouring more effort into this one than I would ordinarily put in a lifetime of fucks with my husband, Bill.
"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!" I deliriously babbled. "Fuck me harder!"
It was right up Willis' alley. He had been cooped up in that prison for too long without heterosexual sex not to be able to get the most out of his first woman probably, in years.
His prick became a bludgeon, ramming to depths I didn't know I had within me. Sirens were going off. Bombs exploding.
Then I realized the importance of it. God, how could I have been so blind to avoid recognizing it up until now?
... A man was making me come for the first time!
The first man who'd ever fucked me besides my husband was blowing my mind. Making me come again and again. I was orgasmically soaring with the huge cock of a dirty, vicious escaped convict in my cunt.
God, how I wanted his sperm. His hot sticky jizz flooding me, an ejaculation matching my orgasm.
"Come!" I screamed. "Come, you bastard!"
If I'd ever said such a thing to my husband, Bill would have slapped me silly. However, with this sadistic escaped con who had already punched and kicked me, I felt entirely safe in expressing my emotions. For the first time in my life I knew what it felt like to be a whole woman.
As I had thought, Willis liked being called vile names by the women he was fucking. He laughed at "Come, you bastard," and literally guffawed at "Come, you son of a bitch!"
"Cocksucker! Motherfucker!" I caught on to the game I had inadvertently started.
He loved my dirty mouth. Reveled in the obscenities it hurled out. It was clear that Chuck Willis liked his women trashy.
The gang was loving it. Not only were they deriving vicarious pleasure out of all the names I was able to get away calling their leader, the whole process was keeping the big man happy. Nobody wants an irritable tyrant on their hands.
Nobody in the kitchen was getting more kicks, though, than yours truly and best of all, Willis' cock had grown that tell-tale extra inch in my twat that spelled the imminence of ejaculation. My big bad man was going to come!
"Oh, do it, baby," I abruptly switched from sour to sweet. "Do it to me. You know how bad I want it."
He liked the sudden change from malevolent to mellow. Like an accomplished hooker, I had come up with a boost for the tenderest part of his ego just before he was ready to deliver his goods, thus increasing my prospective reward. I don't know what the whores call it, but I thought of it as touching all bases.
Making sure the man on top of me would come as much in my cunt as was humanly possible.
Willis grunted like the crazed water buffalo he resembled. I could feel his balls cinching into a tight wad to squeeze the sperm out.
"Whoooo-eeeee!" I whooped, as the hot cum filled my cunt. It was like molten lava.
Willis did not stop driving just because he was coming. His thrusts seemed to increase in their intensity while the scalding goo spurted forth. The guy was proud of his jizz and was showing-off the best way he knew how. Similar to a child who likes to show how far he can pee, perhaps but who cared?
I could feel his thrusts and his cum everywhere within the walls of my skin. My body seemed infinite, a carnival of swirling sensual release.
Willis kept pumping harder, harder. The cum was pouring out of his prick. My cunt couldn't hold it all and the excess was gushing down my thighs.
Would he ever stop coming? Where was he getting all the jizz? He must have a hollow leg filled with sperm, I insanely thought.
Then, finally, the onslaught ceased. Willis' dick started to go limp. I began to slowly slide down the other side of my orgasmic mountain.
The only sound in the kitchen for a long while was the steady dripping of the cum from my cunt onto the linoleum floor. It was like delicate chamber music to me, as I luxuriated in the after-glow of the first real fuck of my life.
Little did I know that I had just begun.