Chapter 7
Miss Greenstalk was as good as her word. Even better. She was determined to keep Valentine and I apart.
The next I knew I was working nights, all by myself, the only one at the desk. Valentine was transferred to a branch library all the way across the city.
I went through the motions of the job, wondering how long I could put up with Miss Greenstalk's revenge before I cracked. The library was nearly empty at night now that the, weather had started to turn cold, and in my solitude, I was slipping into a bleak existence.
My mental agitation wasn't helped at all by the fact that I was on the verge of becoming perpetually horny. I couldn't shake the images of all I had been sexually through during the last few months.
I would try and control myself, forcing myself to concentrate on boring subjects. But my resolve would always crumble, never lasting for more than an hour or so.
I'd be processing books, and I'd come across a sexy one. That would be my downfall. Unable to control myself, I'd open it and start looking for something to get me going. When I couldn't find it right away I'd start flipping impatiently through the pages until I came to something... anything that had to do with sex. Anything dirty.
During the period I worked the circulation desk at night, I must have read more sexy passages out of books than dirtiest old man who ever lived. No matter what it was, as long as it dealt with people getting it on, my cunt got wet.
But a damp pussy was no solution. It just made the problem worse. The homier I got, the more frustrated I would get as I realized there was no way I could satisfactorily obtain a release.
One night, when the temperature had plunged well below freezing, the library was completely deserted. Being the only one there, I made no attempt to conceal the smutty best seller I was devouring as though the printed word were some kind of essential nourishment.
She sucked eagerly until the last drops were swallowed, I read avidly. His dick lay limp and soggy in her mouth. She let the relaxed organ ooze from her lips, and smiled up at him in satisfaction. White streamers of cum glistened on her cheeks and chin, bubbling on her lips. She whirled her long tongue around to lick off those last morsels of the elixir of manhood.
God, how I envied the woman in the book. Right then I would have given my soul for a cock to suck.'
My attention to my fantasies was suddenly cut short as somebody came through the front door. The wind howled in along with him, the cold air causing goose bumps to pop out on my skin.
The man who'd come in was huddled over from the cold. He brushed snowflakes from his heavy clothing, and muttered, "Goddamn fucking snow."
"Oh, is it snowing?" I said, returning to the identity as the friendly librarian from the lonely reader of dirty books.
He nodded his head. "And the wind is blowing like a bitch. The snow isn't falling down, it's going sideways."
When he straightened up to talk, I could see that he was a handsome guy. His features were rugged and covered with five o'clock shadow. It was a kind of cruelty in his face that made him stand out, though not any resemblance to Gary Grant.
"Well, is there anything I can help you with?" I asked.
"Actually," he said, "what I'd like to do is warm up. It's fucking cold out there."
I could feel my eyebrows reflexively shooting up from his rough language. The expression on his craggy face told me that he noticed.
"Don't you like the word fuck?" he said defiantly.
I was stunned by his bluntness. Not knowing how to react, I just stood there dumbly.
"Well, I see you're not above reading about it," he said, pointing to the book on the counter.
"Oh, then you've read it, too," I said, trying to deflect his hostility.
"Just the dirty parts," he leered. "Here, let me see if you've been doing any different."
Before I could react, his hand shot out and seized the open book. "She sucked eagerly until the last drops were swallowed," he read aloud, mockingly. "The dick lay limp and soggy in her mouth..."
"It's a cold night," I shrugged, trying to excuse my interest in such prurient material.
"I know," he grinned lewdly, "and I intend to do something about it."
"Oh, really?"
"For both of us."
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," I said, but there was no point in going any further. In the middle of my words he made his intentions clear, and I swallowed the remaining words in a gulp.
He was pointing the biggest pistol I'd ever seen right between my eyes. "Don't move or 111 kill you," he snarled.
He didn't need to worry. I was petrified with fear.
"Now you just be a good girl and stay right there," he said, keeping the pistol trained between my eyes, and coming around the desk. "I'll do all the work. And if you get any ideas about moving before I tell you to, just remember that I can do what I want to you just as well if your head is blown off."
Rape! my brain screamed at me. This intruder was going to rape me!
"Are you going to rape me?" I forced myself to ask, feeling the bile rise in my throat.
"Fuck the shit outta you, baby."
I tried to recall all the information I had read in books and magazines about how to repel a rapist. However, the only thing I could come up with was something my older brother had taught me-kick him in the nuts. Unfortunately, if I tried it, a slug from his revolver would blow my brains out of the back of my skull.
So I just remained frozen as he started to go to work on me. Within a couple of minutes he had me stripped to my bra and panties. Goose bumps prickled my skin as he ran his fingers over my midriff and hips. The way clusters of spit formed at the corners of his mouth and then drooled down his chin, it was obvious that he liked what he saw.
I could make no attempt to cover the front of my body or he'd blow my head off. Forced to stand there, my private parts shielded only by the flimsy underwear, I could feel his hungry eyes roving over me.
Having a strange man ogle me while I was nearly nude was an entirely new experience for me. Every shred of decency told me that I should be sickened by what was happening.
Yet, somewhere within me, another voice kept shouting a contradictory message. A message that became louder and clearer with each thump of my heart.
Relax and enjoy it... relax and enjoy it. The phrase repeated itself endlessly in my mind.
No, no, the decent side of me implored. Fight it... you've got to fight it. You've got to fight the rapist by fighting your temptation to give in to him.
The rapist suddenly interrupted my concentration. "I'll bet you're waiting to see my cock. You're probably wondering if it's as big as my gun."
Before I could think of a reply, he shoved the barrel of the gun under my nose.
"I've got a direct comparison in mind," he said, moving the end of the barrel down to my lips. "You suck on this while you're getting my cock out."
Realizing my life depended on it, I opened my mouth just enough to let the gun in. The cold barrel slid between my lips, filling my mouth with at least four inches of steel.
My hands were shaking. Carefully I moved them toward his crotch, terrified of what would happen if I did anything wrong.
He was wearing a long coat to bundle him up in the cold. After undoing it I had to unbutton a long, floppy sweater to get to his pants. Although he was wearing a thick pair of corduroys, I could easily make out the outline of an enormous bulge. It was obvious he was really hung. And really hard!
Relax and enjoy it... relax and enjoy it. It was like a chant in my head. A mesmerizing chant that seized my attention and wouldn't let it go.
I glanced painfully to the right to avoid looking at what I was going to be fishing out of his pants. My fingers slipped inside his fly and found his cock and balls pulsing madly just under the cotton of his taut jockey shorts.
Relax and enjoy it... relax and enjoy it... relax and enjoy it.
Resting my hand on top of the throbbing bulge, I couldn't believe how hard his prick felt. Still looking away, I held my breath and slipped my hand under the elastic waistband, praying that I wouldn't betray myself once I felt his cock and balls in the flesh and had them out in the open.
Relax and enjoy it... relax and enjoy it.
His cock was even bigger in the flesh than it had seemed under his pants and underwear. It was nothing less than a monstrous, thick snake-a vengeful serpent obviously bent on destruction. It pulsed in my fingers like it was on the verge of springing free and crushing me.
Relax and enjoy it.
I couldn't stand it any longer. I let my eyes naturally gravitate toward an ogling gaze at the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life.
Relax and enjoy it.
"Well, I see you've decided to cooperate," he said smugly.
"Just what do you mean by that?" I said, moving my lips around his gun barrel.
"The crotch of your panties."
"What about them?"
"Your pussy just made them sopping wet."
"Oh."
I looked down. My panties were so sopping wet they might as well have not been there at all. My cunt was dissolving them.
I watched in fascination as the darkness from my saturating pussy-flow worked its way up my panties toward the waistband. Within seconds they were totally drenched, clinging to my loins like a second skin.
Even without the sloppy evidence of my panties, there was no way I could deny the seething condition of my cunt. It was wildly spasming now, constricting between my thighs like a sensual, oozing knot.
Relax and enjoy it!
With the knowledge that I had lost my fight, a sense of shame overwhelmed me. I could feel hot tears scalding down my cheeks.
"Hey, baby, don't let it bother you so much. It's just normal to be turned on by a cock the size of mine," he said, pulling the gun out of my mouth and flicking my tears away with the tip of the barrel. "Besides, being raped is just all part of being a woman. Relax and enjoy it."
Why not?
Why not, when that's what every fiber of my physical being seemed to be telling me to do?
I blocked out all hesitation, suddenly anxious to slip into erotic adventure. This was what a woman was made for, not thinking. A woman was made for only purpose-to get it on any way she could when the opportunity presented itself. Especially when a big fat cock was the instrument of pleasure.
"Okay," I said bluntly. "Fuck me."
"With pleasure," he grinned. "I knew you'd see it my way."
Wanting every inch of his cock inside me as soon as I could get it, I ignored the threat of his pistol and reached down to peel off my sopping panties. He was too absorbed by what he saw to have had the presence of mind to pull the trigger even if he had wanted to. My pussy was a thrillingly erotic sight as the wet nylon pulled off it, my crinkly pubic hair springing out in a glistening mass of foamy arousal.
Flexing my hairy cunt at him, I slipped my bra off, freeing my tits to throb openly. My nipples stuck straight out, beckoning to be sucked.
Looming from his crotch, his cock was even harder and larger than before, stretched into ultimate erectness. From this point on it was a question of who was raping who.
"Stick your prick in my cunt," I hissed. "Stick your cock in my pussy and fuck me. Make me come!"
"Right on," he said. "But just to be sure you don't try anything funny while I'm sticking it to you, try this on for size. Suck, baby."
He shoved the cold gun barrel back into my mouth. Only this time it wasn't all that unpleasant. In fact, it was a distinct turn-on. A kind of bizarre foreplay.
"Now up on the counter," he ordered. "And remember my trigger finger is itchy. Any funny moves and your brains are grape jelly."
The more he made me squirm the more I liked it. I couldn't believe how erotic his degradation of me was. With each new snarling command my pussy seethed all the more. With each new humiliation, the more eager I was to satisfy his perverse desires.
I clambered eagerly up onto the counter, spreading my legs without being told. My cunt was like a foaming beacon as I parted my legs at the edge of the counter and let them dangle openly over the side. The way I'd arranged myself, just by moving forward a few inches he could fuck me while standing up and still keep his gun jammed to the hilt down my throat.
I reached for his huge prick, circling my fingers around it in wonder. Guiding it toward me, I could feel the brutish cock-head start to rub against the quivering lips of my cunt.
Clutching the shaft, I moved his prick up and down along the outside of my cunt. The friction of his cock-head against my labia was intense, compounded into intense shuddering when it rubbed against my throbbing clit.
Up and down I rubbed his prick along the slit of my snatch. When his cock-head was a bright purple and deposited a glob of fresh white pre-cum on my clit, I took him out of his misery and let him inside.
Handling his dick like it was a dagger, I thrust his blade between my thighs. With one shove his prick was at least six inches within me, immediately sliding back and forth.
But six inches wasn't nearly enough to satisfy me. Not when I had almost a foot of hot, throbbing cock to play with. "More, more," I moaned, lifting my pelvis and trying to devour his prick with my ravenous pussy.
I put my hands around his waist, pulling his loins toward me. Inch by inch I fought to cram him further inside me, using his body like a human battering ram to split me in two.
"All the way!" I cried. "Fuck me all the way!"
"Uhhhhnnnnggggnnnn," he groaned, lurching his loins with one last cock-thrusting surge.
Burning pain spread from the tearing between my legs as he penetrated me to the hilt, engorging my cunt as it had never been before.
I twisted my legs around him, forcing him even closer to me with my thighs. Our pubic bushes mingled as one dense growth, a clump of curly hair the only thing between us as he fucked me as deeply as possible. His balls crashed against the bottom of my cunt, so fat that they squashed all the way down against my asshole.
He held my tits, pushing them together so the nipples stood erectly side by side. Opening his mouth widely, he swallowed both nipples, nibbling at them the way I had hoped.
By now his massive cock felt like it had speared through my body all the way to my spine. Never had my cunt been so full of dick.
With an animalistic groan, he ground his belly against the slippery hair of my snatch. Brutally, his fingers gouged into the tender flesh of my breasts. The gun barrel thrust further down my throat, almost cutting off my air. A final lunge drove his cock into the secret depths of my cunt. A sizzling torrent of cum gushed forth in a wave of ecstasy to engulf my fuck-tunnel.
I whimpered as the hot sticky pleasure jetted into my throbbing cunt. My loins tightened reflexively as the rapist's last spewing thrusts tore into my burning pussy.
Beginning with the first spurt of cum, I had started to orgasm along with my assailant. But just because he had finally stopped ejaculating didn't mean I was through coming.
My capacity to fuck as long as I wanted flooded my crotch with the sensation of unrelenting sexual release. Now that my cunt was full of hot cum, I merely wanted more of the same action that had produced it.
Only this time I wanted to be fucked in the ass!
Sliding it out of my cunt and wrapping my hand around it, I could see that the rapist's cock was almost hard enough for a second fuck. I began stroking his cock, masturbating it to full hardness.
"What are you doing?" he rasped. "I've had enough."
"I haven't," I mumbled around the gun barrel fucking my mouth.
"Who's the rapist here?" he protested.
"Wanna toss a coin?" I flippantly replied.
He stopped complaining, gaping open-mouthed at the work my hand did on his prick. Watching himself get jacked-off must have aroused him. His excited dick suddenly sprang to full attention, pulling apart my fingers with its abrupt swelling.
All his doubts diminished as his cock stiffened and the rapist resumed his old wolf-like charm and snarled, "Where do you want it?"
"My ass," I said tersely. "Your dick right up my ass. Every inch."
"It'll be a pleasure," he drooled, hoisting up my legs to get a better shot at my bunghole. In his excitement the gun barrel slipped from my lips as his revolver clattered on its side on the counter.
His fingers encircled my calves and then slowly inched higher up my legs as he used all his strength to steadily part my legs toward their maximum spread. And then beyond it until my crotch was spread more widely than it had ever been in my life.
Now his fingers were in the cleft of my buns, tearing apart my ass. My asshole flexed throbbingly from my body as his hands ripped aside my cheeks. His hand pushing everything else out of the way, all you could see between my legs was my cunt and anus. They were two gaping, swollen, crimson holes that seemed like they would never stop draining their oozing fluids.
"Put it in!" I begged. "Stick me with your cock! Fuck me in the ass! Please, please!"
My pleasure was answered as I felt the head of his cock pounding away on the swollen outer rim of my asshole.
"Fuck me! Fuck me in the ass!" I cried. "Split me in two!"
He slid his tool in like greased lightning. My asshole was so stretched out of shape that I never felt a thing until he was in me to the hilt. Then the enormity of it started to hit me. The rigid shaft filling my asshole like hot lead. The slap of his balls against the space between my anus and cunt. And the barbed cock-head reaming out my colon, turning the core of my being into a hot, tight knot of bubbling liquid shit.
"Harder! Harder!" I squealed.
"Wiggle your ass, bitch," he panted.
I twisted my asshole around his prick until I could get no more of him inside me. Tearing through me like a corkscrew, his cock imbedded itself in my ass until his pubic-hair brushed against the outer ridges of my anus.
"Now, come... come," I implored. "Let me feel your hot cum in my ass!"
Snorting like a bull, he used all his might to move his aching cock back and forth in my asshole. I determinedly constricted my anal muscles, forcing him to work as hard as possible. The path of his prick was torturous up my abruptly tight ass, ripping my knotted tissues to shreds as his foreskin was painfully rubbed raw. I wanted us both to suffer before we came.
When I felt his balls slap against my anal flesh, I knew that the explosion was imminent. Cum suddenly erupted inside of me as his cock shot forth a machine-gun burst of sperm.
The walls of my colon were scorched by the blazing intensity of his jizz, one scalding gob after another being hurled up my ass. In my experience of taking it in the mouth, cunt and ass, I had never felt so full of cum as I did now with this powerhouse going berserk up my shit-pit. It filled my bowels like a spreading swamp. I'd be shitting cum for days.
My orgasm totally overwhelmed me, the sexual exhilaration turning my nerves to jelly. For one long continuous shuddering moment I was a twitching, mindless wreck-a puppet dancing on the strings of eternity's most incredible orgasm. I didn't know who I was... where I was... who was splitting me in two like this. All I knew or cared about was that I had the biggest cock I could imagine fucking my ass and filling me with buckets of cum.
When he finally stopped spurting, I stopped coming just as abruptly. Still the puppet, I felt as though my orgasmic master had just cut my strings. I collapsed in a heap on the counter, feeling the rapist's long cock sliding wetly out of my ass.
While I basked in the afterglow of a perfect fuck, I heard him dressing. Then I heard him rummage under the desk and snatch the petty cash box, apparently determined to come out with a financial profit in the deal..
Not that I cared. Ail I cared about was how terrific I felt. All I cared about was savoring the memory Of his immense cock first coming in my cunt, and then in my ass.
I might have lain there until closing time. If somebody had come in and seen me there spread-eagled on the counter with my cunt and asshole open, drooling messes, it's a cinch I would have been either reported or fucked again. Needless to say, I would have preferred the latter.
But I never got a chance to find out. Reality socked me in the face like a left hook as a rapid burst of gunfire suddenly brought me to my senses.'
And if the gunshots hadn't done it, the bloodcurdling scream at the end of them would have.