Chapter 1
The Drug Freaks
Pert and attractive Laura Henderson, the natural blond wife of an aspiring and talented young attorney had no idea that on the night of August 17, 1969 she would live to experience the most brazenly bizarre chain of events of her entire life. Nor did Laura realize then, as she placed two baskets of soiled clothes in the back seat of her car, that that particular night would be any different from any other evening she had spent at the laundromat. Generally Laura drove the half mile to the laundromat during the daytime. But her husband had just called and said he was scheduled to take a trip out of town to Atlanta, Georgia the following morning. So hastily Laura made her way to the nearby laundromat at a much later hour than usual.
Laura's youthful husband, Paul, was engaged in intimate conversation with a client during dinner at the Oak Hills Country Club. Laura had turned down an invitation to join. Because of sharp abdominal cramps and a headache Laura had felt more like staying home. Then she got the phone call saying that Paul would be leaving town in the morning. Naturally he would need clean clothes for the trip.
As Laura sped down the slippery wet highway at a rate of acceleration that was hazardous considering the road conditions, four boys, in tattered dirty blue jeans, battered sandals, and ragged shirts sought shelter from the driving rain inside the unoccupied laundromat.
There was little that would distinguish one boy from the other. The ragged youths were approximately seventeen years old. Their hair was long and stringy, unkempt to the extreme. One of the boys sported a tattered leather vest on the back of which was scrawled "Ryan's Raiders" in bold black letters. The youths seemed to have no method of transportation other than the sandals which adorned their dirty feet. All of the youths were collectively passing a homemade cigarette from mouth to mouth as they pushed open the heavy glass door to the empty laundromat.
"I hope Porgy's not late. . . ," the tallest youth scowled. He wiped some spittle on the back of his hand. "Man — I need it bad. That stuff Porgy pushed on me last week was weak, man! I feel like shoving his damn skinny black moustache down his filthy throat. If all pushers were junkies like me they'd see to it that they handled a better class of stuff!"
"Take a pull of this weed — Jasper! . . ," a heavy-set youth with silver studs on the front of his tattered jeans frowned. "It'll keep you on the ground for a while. I heard that Porgie cuts his stuff with anything he can get his filthy hands on. But in a pinch — man — he's better than nothing!"
The smallest youth, a boy around seventeen, with long flowing blond hair that seemed to have received better attention that the others thrust his sizeable thumbs down under the wide black leather belt that he wore around his narrow waist. Joey stood spread-legged glancing suspiciously about the empty laundromat. He sneered, spat on the floor, and turned his attention to the oldest boy who was the leader of the group.
"Damn it — Ryan!," Joey hissed, "what time will Porgie make contact? I mean — are you sure he can get the stuff? I got it bad. I need it — man! My intestines feel like they're churning through a sausage grinder. Damn — baby — we gotta pull a hold up or rob a drug store. We gotta get enough bread to get some good class stuff. Gimme the makings for a weed — man. To hell with sharing one reefer among four of us! I need my own stick!"
Ryan tossed back his long black matted hair, cast his suspicious brown eyes toward the ceiling as he removed the pouch of illegal tobacco from his pocket. From his wallet Ryan removed a thin white paper which sufficed to hold the illegal contents of the pouch. Joey grabbed the pouch, poured some of the contents into the cylindrical formation of paper, winding it tight and licking down one of the edges of the parchment thin paper. Joey formed another cigarette and tossed it to Jasper. Two matches found their mark and two boys inhaled deeply.
"It's nine-thirty. . . .," Ryan frowned. Hastily he caressed the long hunting knife that hung on his belt. "Porgie outa be here in less than an hour. It's too wet outside to case any spots along the road. Let's wind our legs over this table and sip some weed for a while!"
"Okay — man. . . ," Jasper grinned. He touched his long bristly sideburns. "You're callin' the shots. It's bad enough going without sex so long. But man, going without drugs is even worse. We gotta hit someone and get some dough fast. Vicki won't go out with my anymore unless I pay her. She thinks cause I got cash to waste on drugs I ought to spend it on dames as well. I sure can't afford two expensive habits!"
"Douse those weeds — man!," Ryan commanded, riveting his eyesight on the brown four door sedan that pulled onto the empty lot. "Here comes some screwy dame to wash her duds!"
"Shit if I'm wastin' this weed — man!," Joey growled. "Let's hide in the back room. That door's bound to lead somewhere. With a little persuasion maybe we can hide and lift some bread from that swanky looking dame."
"Hey — maybe she needs bread!" Kenny scowled. Kenny ran his thin fingers through his tawny blond hair. "My pricks as hard as a branding iron now. I wouldn't mind a piece of high class nookie on the side. We could always overpower her and take her in the back room and give her a thrill she won't forget!"
Ryan stood spread-legged a short distance from the door. With momentous force Ryan jammed his shoulder and knee against the door. The thin plywood barrier yielded under the force. It sprang open with a loud groan. The four boys found themselves in the storage room, a large area, complete with a back exit. Joey pushed the door shut. He glanced through the keyhole at the woman approaching with a basket held in front of her.
"She's a swell looking dame — Ryan! We could really have some fun with her!"
"Shut up. . . ," Ryan gasped. He pushed Joey away from the keyhole.
Ryan licked his tongue slowly over his lower lip. Ryan instinctively clasped his fingers around the smooth ivory handle of his hunting knife. Ryan felt the hard insistent stab of the thing that lay like a sleeping tiger between his legs. Ryan knew that drugs sometimes made his desire for sex unbearable. Ryan felt the inaudible jerk of his cock inside his retraining shorts. He stared at the smooth fleshy calves of the woman's legs underneath the plaid scanty skirt that she wore. Ryan glanced at Laura's long golden hair and he wondered if her pubic mound were nearly as soft and delicate. Ryan pulled at his unshaven moustache as he eyed the soft mounds of mammary flesh beneath the scanty nylon blouse.
''The only good thing about the establishment. . . ," Joey whispered, holding his breath, "is that their dames are clean and as lovely as sacrificial virgins! God — my thing is just pounding to get into a nice clean cunt! I bet that dame's wearing over $10 of perfume from the smell that's coming through the door. Damn — I sure hope she can't smell my reefer. Watch her twist that pretty little ass as she bends over to pick up her dainties! Look at the size of her hubby's jock shorts. I bet he's got a big tool. I bet she likes 'em big — Ryan. Do you think she'd like four big tools, baby?"
"Shut up . . . Joey . . ," Ryan hissed, through clenched teeth. "I'm thinking. See that sign that says "CLOSED"? We could bolt the door shut, hang up the sign and have our fun here. Or out in her car somewhere. My thing is begging me for it too! It's almost as bad as having a damn monkey on your back."
"My monkey knows where it wants to go. . . ," Jasper grinned, boldly. "Baby it wants in right between her hot chubby thighs. I bet her skin is soft — so soft! I'd like to mash my naked thing right between those big flesh buttocks! Hmmmmm!!"
"Weird — man!," Kenny laughed, dropping a wad of spittle on the floor. "I'd like those hot lips right around my nut bag — man! God — baby! I can't stand it. Let's do something!"
Ryan glanced away from the keyhole. He felt the unrelenting jerk of his cock as it thrust against the front of his soft and dirty jeans. Ryan reached down to scratch his itching penis. He noticed that Kenny had unzipped the front of his button-up jeans. That Kenny was holding one whopper of an erection between his thumb and forefinger."
"Wanna suck me off — baby?", Kenny giggled, jiggling his meat-stick back and forth. "I'd like to shoot my cum right down your throat. I'd rather shoot it down hers really."
Ryan stood studying his victim like a wild animal in the jungle surveying its prey. Ryan motioned to Kenny to creep out the back door and go around to the front. Ryan whispered he'd signal Kenny to prop himself against the front door, closing off all avenues of escape in case the victim should detect their presence before she had been captured.
"I'll grab her. . . ," Ryan hissed. "You — Joey — you grab her feet. Help me carry her if she struggles. Jasper can take care of the sign and locking the door. Turn off the lights too so everyone thinks it's closed. I gotta take a slice at some hot cherry pie. Dames like her bug the shit out of me. But all I ever get is one with fleas and seven generations of lice. It's been a long time since I forced some respectable gal to do it with me. Something keeps telling me we shouldn't. But I just gotta — man!"
Ryan's dilated eyes followed every movement that Laura made. Ryan kneeled at the doorway stroking the hard thing between his legs. Ryan felt the blood pounding in his joint. It swelled with insistent desire. Ryan knew that as leader he'd get first crack at his victim. He tried to control the bold insistency with which he scratched his groin because he did not want to waste his seed in premature pleasure.
Laura entered the narrow enclosure that looked like a small hallway where the detergents and other items hung. Laura placed a dime in the vending machine. She moved her hand to tug on the red knob. Laura pulled harder at the unyielding object. Suddenly she felt warm breath against her neck. Laura was jerked to sudden awareness as she felt thick dirty fingers winding about her throat.
"H . . E . . L . . P!" Laura screamed. Suddenly she felt her feet being jerked out from under her.
Laura watched the lights go out all over the laundromat. She tried desperately to sink her teeth in the hand that covered her mouth. Laura felt helpless to resist as her legs were tugged up off the ground. She was carried while violently struggling into the back room, through a narrow door that led to the back of the laundromat. Laura felt her head spinning dizzily. She tried to scream as rough hands pinched the tender flesh of her ankles. Laura felt her hand jerk up suddenly behind her back as she was placed in a standing position.
"Hi — I'm Kenny!" the medium-sized blond tawny haired youth grinned. He grabbed Laura's trembling hand. Kenny guided that hand to the head of his bulging phallus. "You ever feel a rod that stiff before - lady?"
"H . . E . . L . . P!" Laura screamed. She bit solidly into the hand that covered her sensual lips.
"Damn you. . . !", Ryan cursed. He lashed his captive victim across the cheek with the back of his bleeding hand. "Damn high class bitch. I'll teach you to bite me. I may look like a DOG to you — but damn if you treat me like one. We got nothing much to do for a solid hour — baby! So we thought we'd waylay you for a while. Hope you don't mind. Jasper — go peep out the back door and keep an eye on the entrance in case anyone comes to investigate about why the lights went out. Yell if you see anything. I'm going to get me some nice white meat and gravy. It beats those filthy dinges I've been whoring it up with!"
Laura struggled beneath her captors firm grip. She kicked and bit until Joey, the smallest of the dirty group took the rawhide string that served as his belt, and tied it firmly around her ankles. Laura saw those cold animal eyes glaring up at her. She felt those rough hands touching her legs. Laura knew what real FEAR was as those filthy human beings moved their dirty hands up between her fleshy thighs.
"Hmmmmm — baby!" Joey laughed, twisting his full and sensual lips in a sadistic smile. "I bet you really tie your hubby in knots before you let him into that HOT box of yours!"
Ryan pushed up the scanty plaid skirt. He twisted his cruel fingers beneath the narrow elastic band of her yellow nylon panties. He giggled. His dark eyes danced as he tore the thin panties away from her flesh.
"Oh — No!" Laura pleaded, grabbing her undies. "Don't - please - don't!"
"No, bugs. . . !" Joey teased, mashing his sensual lips against the full pubic mound. "God — what a sweet smelling cunt. I bet she uses that pussy perfume they're advertising on T.V. Do you perfume your muff — baby? Do you?"
Joey drove his thick tongue between the soft folds of Laura's labia. Joey lapped his tongue like a dog eating an ice cream cone. He rolled his eyes like some masturbating idiot as he drove his tongue upward towards the protesting womb.
Kenny slid the thin material of Laura's skirt up over her head. Laura tried vainly to fight. Ryan twisted the rawhide noose around her neck. He pulled it snug against her throat. Laura did not resist when two pairs of fingers began unbuttoning the ivory colored buttons from her sheer pink blouse. Laura felt embarrassed as three lean, hungry-looking youths gazed at the lush mammary flesh beneath the thin material of her slim black bra.
"Goodies! ..." Kenny leered. "God — babe — are your tits creamy! I bet they nearly melt in your mouth!"
"I bet if you suck on them long enough. . . ," Joey teased, "they'd stick out like targets!"
"I bet . . ," Ryan laughed, "if we all fucked you you'd like it!"
Laura was speechless as the three dirty youths moved their hands all over her naked flesh. She focused her attention on their drooling lips and the sizeable bulge's in the front of their bell-bottomed jeans. Kenny was holding his penis out and pushing it against her.
"Wanna suck this — kid?" Kenny laughed. He rubbed the tip of his uncircumcised cock against her indented abdomen. Kenny pumped his blood-swollen penis into her firm navel. Laura struggled to move herself away from the foul smelling thing. She saw traces of smegma and crud around the head testifying to the fact that the youths phallus was as unkempt and as filthy as their looks. Laura felt her heart beating at a fantastic pace. She might have a heart attack! What else was she to think?
"Pump it — daddy!" Joey sniggered, unleashing his own imprisoned beast. "We all get a crack at you — honey! Come on — Ryan. Haul yours out and show this dame what a big one looks like!"
Laura found herself staring down the fleshy barrel of the most immense penis she had ever seen in her life. When the leader, Ryan, unzipped his jeans a mammoth reddish-purple prick jumped out and shot upward towards the shining brass belt buckle that lay like cold steel against his abdomen. Laura noticed that the odd-shaped phallus was even larger than her husbands. It was long and very thick. It was bulbous on the end. The head of it was an angry red color. The blue veins looked like swollen creeks about to burst wide open! The big phallus had a crook in it as it curved upward."
"If you like blowing up balloons — baby . . ," Ryan laughed, running his tongue over the fuzzy edge of his beard, "you'll love popping this one. Hey — fuzzy . . .," Ryan shouted at Joey, "bring that folding table in here so we can lay her down and treat her right. And bring those sheets and blankets too. We'll make a pad on this table. It will make a perfect fuck-bench for all of us!"
Ryan pushed Laura's trembling nude body onto the table. All at once rawhide nooses appeared from everywhere. Her wrists and ankles were firmly fastened to the legs of the table. Laura felt overcome with sudden nausea. It could not be happening to her. It was only a dream. Such vile things did not happen to chaste women who remained virtuous to their husbands.
Joey was inspecting her cunt like a biologist looking through a microscope. Joey jabbed his finger against Laura's clitoris. He rubbed it around. Joey fastened his mouth to her left breast. Joey began sucking and lashing his cruel tongue over the tip. Joey bit down hard, nipping his teeth into the tender flesh. Laura screamed as if he were drawing blood.
"Oh — NO!!" Laura screamed. "You're hurting me!"
"Bite it — baby!" Ryan giggled. "Go 'down' on that firm tit of hers!"
Laura screamed as Joey kept biting her nipple. He was pulling the tit away from her body and biting it simultaneously. His tongue would lash around the aching flesh, bathing the nipple in a warm spray of saliva. Ryan was staring down into her eyes and making ridiculously funny faces at her. Laura noticed that the eyes were dilated and that his teeth were a dirty yellow, as well as being crooked. The teeth had gone a long time without being brushed so that the smell of being near him was overwhelmingly nauseous.
"Let me suck your tongue — baby!" Ryan blushed, tickling her chin. "Stick it out and let me suck it!"
Laura felt the painful pressure of cruel lips against her own. Laura felt the wiry contact of Ryan's beard against her soft creamy face. She recoiled as if she had smelled a skunk. Laura fought the attempt to kiss her. Laura gave in though the moment she felt Ryan's teeth painfully biting into her lips. She could not escape the probing tongue that hissed through those teeth. She felt warm blood flow from her swollen lip. She willingly opened her mouth to admit the captors tongue. Laura wanted to swallow it and bit it off. But she was afraid.
Joey was sucking on her breasts. Ryan was sucking her tongue. Kenny was holding his mammoth prick in hand while he licked up the inside of her thighs. Laura was too frightened to find the activity pleasurable. All of a sudden Kenny crawled up on the table between her legs. He stuck out his tongue and made a frightening "Mr. Ugly's going to FUCK you - baby!" Kenny jabbered. "Ryan — let me go first. I'm going to pop my load if you don't."
"Okay — baby!" Ryan giggled, spitting into Laura's mouth. "Make LOVE. Thrust your big proud animal into her. Let's hope she doesn't get clap!"
Laura twisted painfully as Kenny covered her clean naked body with his own smelly and soiled flesh. Laura felt the insistent jab of that stiff penis between her thighs. She pulled at her rawhide bindings until they cut off the circulation to her limbs. Kenny forced his bulging cock between her thighs. Kenny threw his head back, pushing the palm of his hands down against the table as he thrust his joint upward, forcing his gigantic root into her womb. Two solid thrusts and Kenny had himself locked inside her.
"Make music — sweetie!" Kenny laughed, rotating his hips in violent circular motions.
Kenny plunged deep and hard. He thrust his dirty palms beneath those soft white fleshy buttocks. He drew those buttocks against him, thrusting his pulsating phallus deeper into the yielding wet flesh. Kenny felt the softly sensual grab of the woman's vaginal muscles as he probed deeper and deeper. Joey began beating his foot against the table leg, making soft bongo sounds to accompany Kenny's lusty groans.
"FUCK HER — hard!" Ryan sniggered. He watched the expression of horror on Laura's face as she lay there helpless to subdue her assault. Ryan loved to abuse women. It gave him a distinct sexual thrill. The kind that wraps around your nuts and lets you know you're alive. Ryan stood on a small stool. He shoved his own bulging phallus against her soft lips.
"Suck it from the side — baby! ..." Ryan jabbered. "Turn your head to me. Move your soft tongue across the head. Damn it — suck it! Or else I'll pull every damn hair out of your head!"
Laura admitted the foul-smelling cock into her mouth just as she had admitted another one into her vagina. Laura closed her eyes. She tried to concentrate hard enough to blot out the present. She tried to imagine herself safe and sound at home in her own living room. Paul could have done without clean underwear. His old ones with holes him well dressed even beneath his expensive suit. Laura tried to forget the insistent pounding in her vagina. She felt the filthy youth socking his smelly cock all the way to her cervix. Laura was thankful she had taken her birth control pill the night before.
Laura lay in a daze. She could tell that Kenny was near his peak. She knew she could expect the inevitable explosion at any moment. She was not prepared for what happened next.
Kenny withdrew his swollen penis from her vagina. He jumped up over Laura's thighs and shot his thrusting rod between her lips. Kenny forced Ryan out of her mouth. Kenny held his cock after he made Laura suck it. He spewed his dirty cream in her eyes. Kenny allowed some of it to run across her nose and lips. Then he wiped his dripping cock against her mouth. When it dwindled, after spewing its load, Kenny took her dark blond hair and rubbed his cock off on it in a condescending gesture.
"You've been creamed by Kenny — dreamboat! ..." the youth laughed. "Now it'-Ryan's turn to have fun with you!"
Laura felt depraved and violated as the leader of the band moved on top of her. Ryan sunk his phallus between her thighs. He took aim and drove deep.
"OWWWW .. . god . . . ohoooo!" Laura groaned, from the pain of sudden entry. Her vagina had always been rather small and narrow. On her wedding night she had thought she would die before the sex act was over. She felt a similar humiliation as she yielded her thighs to that furious organ. Laura cringed in horror. But nothing could stop the thudding pain that threatened to explode her intestines.
"OWWWW-Noooooo!" Laura gasped. "Ummmmm!!"
Ryan counted his strokes cautiously, easing his cock in slow rhythmic motions into the yielding cunt. He shot his hands buttocks and plunged deeper, savoring the sheer ecstasy of full genital contact that always heightened any drug experience. Even smoking pot made the sensual pleasures of sex seem to last for hour. Ryan always felt that he performed better and could control his movements better when he was high. He was slightly stoned now. The sensations were wonderfully out of this world. Pot could make a single moment seem like an eternity.
"Come on — baby!" Ryan gasped, sucking those full sensual lips. "Groove with me. Come on — honey! Lets dig it together! Rape is fun! But it's even more thrilling to belly-whop to the same tune!"
Laura could not resist responding to that big pounding thing buried inside her. It moved like some primitive beast. It was not slow and restrained like her husband's. It did not request permission for entry. It demanded. It took. It sucked the life from her body and fired her desire!
"Oh — no . . . stop!" Laura gasped, sighing heavily. "No — don't! Please. Leave my pride!"
"Damn your pride — baby!" Ryan spat. "I want your cunt! I think I'm going to be man enough to make you like it!"
"God — no!" Laura muttered. She resisted the lips that were placed firmly against her own. "Oh — I don't want to want it. Can't you understand that. Can't you pick on your own kind?"
"You're my kind — baby!" Ryan hissed.
Suddenly Ryan had her moving like a bitch in heat. Laura could not hold back any longer. She wanted to tear loose from her bonds and dig her fingernails into the frantic thrusting flesh that worked like some machine inside of her. Laura grabbed with her vaginal muscles. She sought to hold that thrashing organ captive forever. It became warm and welcome once she became accustomed to the smell.
"Oh — NO!" Laura sobbed, mutely.
"Oh — YES — baby!" Ryan gasped. "Are you right — baby? Damn it — but you're right tonite!"
Ryan drove his cock deeper. He kept up the rhythmic tempo of his thrusts until he felt his own seed spewing from deep down inside. He felt the convulsive waves of release overcome them both. Ryan clung to Laura like a child clinging to its mother in the womb. Ryan released his seed inside Laura. He lay panting against her until he had spilled every fertile drop of juice. Ryan was in no hurry to climb off. Not until Joey grabbed his shirt collar and tugged.
"I've got a problem too!" Joey nodded. "Only I want it from the other end. Turn over and brace your abdomen on a pillow. I want a nice solid shot at that narrow ass-hole of hers. I'm not going to grease my dick either. I want it to hurt a little. Nothing turns a woman on like a little PAIN now and then. They swoon during the throbs of childbirth. I'm going to give this high falootin' dame a pain in the !"
"Don't be too rough — baby!" Ryan sniggered, glancing at the jizz running down her thighs. "For a high class dame she'd kinda nice!"
"She'll have you shaving next — baby!" Joey laughed. "I wanna really give her something to remember us by. I bet — baby — that that lily white ass is virgin. I bet her old man's never once tried shoving it up her dirt road!"
With a wry smile Joey untied Laura's bonds. Laura trembled in fear. Laura was more afraid of the smallest youth, who had some remarkably feminine features, than she was of the other three put together. Hatred glowed in Joey's eyes as he pressed his hand painfully against her abdomen. Joey ran his fleshy fingers down her thighs. Laura could see the magnificent erection between Joey's legs. It was almost as big as Ryan's.
"Roll over — lover!" Joey sniggered. He twisted the protruding nipple with anger. "I'm dying to burst into that tight little ass of yours! Have you ever had it that way — honey? Maybe you can learn some new tricks from us hell-cats!"
"Damn you . . ." Laura gasped. She felt the rough probing finger jammed against her buttocks. She felt Joey pulling her flabby orbs apart. Then Laura felt an angry finger rammed deep into her hinder parts. Joey bent his finger and pulled hard once again.
"Damn it — baby . . ." Joey hissed, "hold still!"
"Owwwww . . ." Laura screamed. "You're killing me. No . . . no! Owww — please — noooooo!"
"Don't it feel like a whopping turd — baby?" Joey sniggered, curving his finger. "Don't it feel like some huge blockbuster? Come on sugar, you'll like what old Joey's going to do to you!"
Laura could not move as pillows and sheets were shoved up under her abdomen. Ryan was standing there surveying her with cool detachment as his partners abused her.
Laura felt her ass-hole sticking up like some market target. The boys positioned her then retied her rawhide bindings. Laura thought the pain of entry might kill her. She prayed she would loose consciousness if it hurt too much. Joey seemed in no hurry to rupture her from behind as he held his cock in hand like some lethal battle weapon.
"Sock it to her — Joey ..." Kenny laughed, "make her feel like a DOG! Do it from behind — baby!"
Joey seemed to be deliberately prolonging her misery. He was kneeling down behind her with that immense penis standing out like some lethal weapon. Joey rubbed it between her thighs. Then Joey pressed it to her, touching the outside of her vagina from behind. Joey moved the angry head along her slit, rubbing her wet cunt with his own sex. Laura permitted herself to relax a moment. Her muscles were almost tied in knots from being so tense. She felt him push his warm penis into her vagina. She prayed the boy would satisfy himself in a natural way. She felt the tip moving deeper.
"Doggie-fashioned! ..." Joey hissed. "You're going to learn to jump a whole new rope — baby!"
Laura thought for a moment the boy intended to spew his seed in her vagina. Laura prayed he would. She was clenching her anal muscles tight, drawing up like some old maid about to be raped. She was conscious of the hot penis moving in and out of her cunt. For a moment the sensations seemed almost pleasurable.
"Now that I've greased my prick . . ." Joey giggled, "it's time to get down to business!"
Joey withdrew his aching cock. He touched its head to the warm buttocks. All of a sudden Joey thrust like Achilles in battle. He rammed his prong with all of his strength. The tight anus split open like a damn that could not contain the water within.
"YEOW — god — owwww! No — you're killing me. No — ooo. STOP. Oh - nooo!"
Laura could not escape the raging animal that assaulted her like some hot poker being rammed into her butt. Laura had read somewhere the Isabel of France had murdered her husband, Edward II, of France, in a similar style. She had even read somewhere that the Chinese put hollow bamboo poles up their prisoners rectums before passing a hot wire through to puncture the intestines. The result was instant death. At that moment Laura gripped the edge of the table and bit down into the sheet under her chin. She felt close to death as the pain became too much to bear. Laura screamed so loud she could not hear herself cry! She felt her anus being split open. Then she felt blood pouring from her gaping wound. She felt the angry prick moving in and out in long hard strokes. Finally when she could tolerate the pain no longer she felt his cock spew.
Joey traded places with Jasper, moving to the back of the building as he zipped up his pants. Jasper approached while unleashing his own animal. His red prick stood up like some explosive warhead.
"Let me under her . . ." Jasper gasped, as Ryan moved his own penis to her buttocks. "She can gobble my balls while I eat her cunt. At the same time Ryan can pump it in her ass. Let her have it good — baby! She may not have an opportunity for a thrill like this again as long as she lives. Let's give her a thrill to remember."
Ryan slowed his anal thrusts long enough to permit Jasper to climb in under his prisoner. Jasper thrust his cock into Laura's mouth. Jasper wrapped his legs around Laura's neck forcing her mouth down against the root of his penis. Jasper's mouth moved to Laura's vagina. Jasper had a front row seat to view the activities in that tight round ass-hole. Jasper thrust his tongue-prick deep.
"Mmmmmm — baby!" Jasper gasped. "Am I going to EAT you! You're wet!"
Jasper concentrated his lingual efforts on that hairy pudenda. He arched his tongue back and forth over the stiffening clitoris. In a way Jasper felt sorry for his victim. She hadn't done them any personal harm. But she was a member of the establishment they hated. She had become the unwilling target of their depraved lusts. Jasper eased his tongue into the slit. He made loud sucking noises.
"Too bad you're not virgin — baby!" Jasper laughed. "I've sucked some so hard I broke their cherry!"
"Gaaa . . . ooommmm!" Laura gurgled, feeling Jasper whacking that solid penis into her mouth.
Laura felt Ryan's penis working in and out of her rectum. The stabbing pain turned to a dull kind of pleasure. Laura had never felt so abused in her life. She was actually a victim of a gang rape. For the first time in her life she was being forced to indulge in perverse sexual acts. Laura was finding each intense moment becoming more pleasurable.
Ryan ripped his angry cock into her rectum. Jasper was tonguing her cunt and literally sucking her off. She was sucking Jasper's cock. Her nose was wedged stiffly against his foul-smelling testicles.
Ryan moved his cock forcefully between her buttocks. Laura knew it was an unnatural sex act. Technically it was sodomy. Laura was astonished by the fact that the sensations were becoming more and more pleasurable each time Ryan ground that penis into her. Laura found her sphincter gripping at the huge meat-stick. Suddenly Laura felt fired with lust as she moved back to embrace that red-hot phallus that violated her very depths. Laura could not resist the mouth working between her thighs. Nor could she resist sucking that big penis that pulsated with a life of its own!
"Oh - NO!" Laura gasped. "Oh — god — baby. Screw me. Oh-oooooo!"
"Come on — honey!" Ryan giggled, overcome with confidence. "Come . . . come . . . come! .v."
Ryan drove his thrusting animal into her anus. He moved it in and out, loving every moment her sphincter gripped his organ. Ryan felt as if he was cramming her fecal material back into her bowels.
"Love it — baby!" Ryan cursed. Spittle drooled down his chin. "God — she's sucking my damn pole up there!"
Ryan wound the frantic fuck-scene up as he shot his load into Laura's rectum. Ryan plunged hard, rotating his cock in circular motions. Ryan jerked his cock out and allowed the juice to roll down hi thighs. Ryan watched Jasper running his tongue into the hot slit. He saw that Laura's climax was only moments away.
"Hey — you guys! . . ." Kenny screamed. "I just saw the fuzz drive around the block looking this way. We'd better cut out. Fast — man!"
Laura felt herself being shoved into her clothes. Her under panties were torn. Her silk blouse was dirty where they had handled her. But aside from that she was unharmed. Laura glanced at the four lusty youths. She knew now what it was to be involved in a gang rape. Laura's anus burned with a strangely pleasurable sensation. Joey grabbed up the purse, immediately locating the keys to her car.
"We're going to split..." Kenny warned. "I wouldn't tell the police what we did to you. I mean — your hubby might wonder what you were doing out so late at night. And we might tell him and the police you begged us to do it! Lots of women come out after dark — asking for it. Maybe we'll tell them we had you begging for it!"
Laura could not answer. She knew what they said was true. At least part of it. Laura also knew she would not go to the police. She could not tell anyone how they had violated her. She never wanted Paul to know. Oh — god — he would die if he knew she had enjoyed being gang-banged by four filthy heathens. As Laura followed the boys into the back seat of the car she realized she would have trouble identifying them because whiskers hid their faces.
Kenny shot her car out of the parking lot across the street. Joey rushed back to the laundromat to gather up the clothes they left behind.
Laura sat in the middle between Ryan and Kenny. Kenny was thrusting his tongue down her throat. His lips promised further lust.
Ryan pushed Laura's skirt' up. His hand was working relentlessly between her thighs. Ryan was rubbing the jutting clitoris with his finger. Laura heard the wet sounds of her own pleasure. Joey turned from the front seat and thrust his hands inside her blouse. He pulled at her breasts, pinching the nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
"I'd like to do it over again . . ." Joey laughed. "You've got me aching for it again. Here comes Porgie down over the hill. In that beat up old coupe of his. I bet he's got it loaded with goodies for us!"
Ryan fumbled in her purse for the first time. Ryan split open the wallet and withdrew several folded bills. Ryan laughed and said they had discovered forty dollars.
"Sorry to charge you for it — honey! ..." Ryan laughed. "But ten bucks apiece is reasonable for stud service. And you seem to have enjoyed yourself."
"Please . . ." Laura gasped, glancing down at the mud on her carpet, "let me go!"
"If you promise not to tell the fuzz. It was just harmless fun. Just think — baby — how many women lie in bed at nights wishing something like this would happen to them. If you want it from us again just come to the laundromat late some night. I wouldn't mind a repeat performance."
As Porgie's battered yellow and orange coupe rounded the curve three eager teen-age youths ran from her plush sedan. Kenny held out the keys to her. He tossed them in the front seat of the car so she would have to hunt for them in the dark. Kenny ran to join his companions.
Laura looked up to see the battered coupe speeding out of the wet driveway. Laura heard the loud sound of rubber being left on the pavement. Laura could not glimpse the dirt covered license plate.
Laura realized she had been gang-banged. She had enjoyed it. She felt a deep sense of guilt and shame that she could not confess. For the first time in her life she felt as if she had been unfaithful to her husband. She wanted to cry. But she knew she would have to speed home and clean up fast before Paul came in from his meeting.
Laura mashed down hard on the accelerator. She felt a thrill of excitement surge through her body, tingling all the way up between her thighs. Laura tried to push the night's events from her memory. But she knew she would be calling to mind the pleasures of rape for a long time to come. And she knew she would be yearning for a thrill more intense than her husband could ever give her.
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
On a rainy night in August of 1969 Laura Henderson became the unwilling victim of a gang rape. While forced into acts of sexual brutality while washing her clothes in an empty laundromat after dark Laura found herself surrounded by four dirty youths in blue jeans who dragged her into the back room of the laundromat where they forced her into submitting to gross perversions.
Laura is just one of the victims of the teen-age 'gang' craze. Because teenagers are in a stage of unrest, because they do not feel a part of today's social structure, they often become the victims of restless and rebellious desires that compel them to anti-social acts.
Teen-agers often band together to gang-rape helpless victims. In FREAK OUT author Dalton Edwards notes . . .
"Of particular interest in the area of sexual delinquency are the statistics furnished by the FBI in its annual CRIME IN THE UNITED STATES. According to the latest edition of this (Uniform Crime Reports — 1968), there were 489 reported incidents of forcible rape by those of 15 years of age or under. Among teenagers under 18 the figure rose to 2,559. And it takes no trained statistician to see clearly that almost 20% of all the forcible rapes in this country are committed by teenagers!"
Twenty percent of this, country's rapes instigated by teenagers is no small figure. This does not even account for the acts of sexual and physical violence that never come to the attention of the police. Because teenagers are drug users and because drugs often bring the desire for perverse forms of sex drugs then become directly responsible for the number of robberies and rapes forced on helpless individuals. Prostitution becomes an offense participated in many youthful female addicts.
While boys may turn to robbery to obtain money for drugs, girls often turn to prostitution.
In FREAK OUT author Dalton Edwards notes . . . . "This same upward spiral is evident in lesser sex offenses committed by today's teenagers. For instance in 1958 there were 4,451 reported cases of prostitution among those under 15 years of age. It is quite shocking to many when they realize that probably over one fourth of all the prostitutes in the United States are teenagers." (5)
Venereal diseases are running wild among the teenage population.
Most victims of gang rape are horrified. They find the sadistic youths cruel to the extreme. In many cases however, these law-abiding citizens may find themselves strangely stimulated once they become accustomed to the violently brutal sexual acts.
Laura admitted to me privately that she enjoyed being gang raped. Once she learned that the attackers wanted to turn her on rather than mutilate her she became a more willing victim.
"I feel terribly guilty ..." Laura confessed. "But those horrible boys actually made me like it! I can't tell my husband. I have to TELL someone. Somehow I've got to drain off these disgusting feelings of guilt."
Even though many victims learn to enjoy gang rape most suffer horrible guilt feelings afterwards.
Laura Henderson is no exception. Because she fears the consequences of exposure, and because she wants no one to know the horribly shocking truth this is one case that may never come to the attention of the authorities.