Chapter 3
Supermarket Sadists
Mrs. Jerry Breedlove was anxiously searching among the bargain items on display at the local supermarket when she felt someone fall against her almost causing her to loose her balance. Wanda turned suddenly to see a dark-haired youth, wearing unusually long hair, stumbling over her purse. Wanda reached out to grab the youth. She somehow managed to save him from an angry fall into the large display of orange juice cans.
"Thanks . . . maam!" the sullen youth spoke. "I almost took a bad fall. I'm glad you caught me. Clumsy of me — I guess!"
Wanda Breedlove did not suspect that the youth, who could not have been more than sixteen years old, was high on drugs. Nor did she suspect that at that moment his vision had blurred. Wanda Breedlove, aged thirty-seven, and dressed in a lavender and grey suit knew only that she had saved some youth from a very bad fall.
Wanda recoiled as she surveyed the clorox-faded blue jeans. Though the boy smiled gratefully at her and thanked her for helping him there was something very dark and sinister about his eyes. Wanda had seen photos in magazines of occult magicians and devil worshippers before and this boy had very unearthly eyes. Wanda said nothing as the youth thanked her again and staggered down the aisle.
Generally, Wanda reflected, she paid little attention to other shoppers who happened to be in the store with her at the same time. But lately, since the beginnings of Women's Lib and the Sexual Revolution, and other minority causes which had quickly shot to the foreground, she had found that the weekly trip to the grocery store could be as exciting a spectacle as the yearly outing to the circus or zoo.
Wanda did not approve of the short mini-skirts that girls wore today. She firmly believed that young ladies displayed too much of their flesh. And then they'd complain if they got raped or someone made an indecent pass at them. Nor did Wanda approve of the long hair that most boys wore, or the ragged sideburns, or the attempts to appear worldly by sporting an unkempt beard.
Though Wanda herself was youthful and attractive she dressed plain, but in style. Her skirts never rose above her knees. Though Wanda was proud of her sizeable breasts and often wore sweaters which emphasized her ample endowments there was little about Wanda's appearance that would attract anyone's attention or indicate that she was an exhibitionist.
Wanda spent a good half hour at the meat counter. She observed the drastic rise in meat prices. She thought perhaps she and her husband should become vegetarians. Wanda scrutinized several cuts of beer, poking, feeling and comparing prices and weight while keeping in mind the fact that her husband would be out of town three days during the week. Wanda selected a roast that had been marked down. She pushed it to the bottom of her basket and continued her journey through the gaily decorated super market.
Wanda glanced up when she passed a girl in a short leather skirt and a satin blouse. She noticed the girl had something wrapped in a dirty patch-quilt blanket. Wanda did not usually stare at people but the strange spectacle caught her eye. Wanda noticed the young lady had a black-faced monkey wrapped in a blanket hugged up tight against her breast.
Wanda shook her head. She wondered what the world was coming to with rising taxes, soaring crime rates, and girls carrying black monkeys wrapped in blankets through the supermarket. Wanda shook her head at the boys with hair long enough to cause headaches.
It was early in the week but the store was crowded. Wanda noticed several boys making their way through the store without a basket. They were about sixteen. They wore identical pairs of faded blue jeans, bleached out with clorox. They all wore dirty boots worn at the heels and their hair was long and unkempt. Wanda wondered why they were not in school where they belonged.
Wanda thought of her nine year old daughter, Kathy, who was in school. Wanda selected some luncheon meat that Kathy liked. She decided she had collected enough bargain items to make a sizeable savings in their budget. Wanda wheeled her full basket to the counter. She began putting the items on the counter as a smiling happy-faced clerk, a blond girl wearing a sparkling new engagement ring, began checking her out.
Wanda whirled about suddenly when she felt something pulling at her purse. Wanda thought someone was trying to rob her. She saw the young leather skirted girl holding the black-faced small spider-monkey behind her. The monkey made a series of erratic noises while pulling at her purse.
"Melvin's a potential thief. ..." the girl apologized, spanking the monkey's over-zealous paws. "He's kind of a child substitute for me. I love him dearly! But Melvin can be aggravating — particularly with strangers!"
"Cute little fellow " Wanda muttered, half-joking as she pulled a twenty dollar bill from her purse. "He's so small! Like a tiny dog!"
Wanda did not notice the girls eyes linger on her wallet. On the thick roll of bills inside. Wanda watched the girl add a candy bar to her order which consisted of small packet of boiling beef, some lettuce and cookies. Wanda closed her purse and whispered a quick good-bye to the monkey.
Wanda paid no attention to the three youths who followed her out of the store. It was mid-October. The wind was brisk. Wanda was carrying two heavy bags of groceries. It took all of her strength to carry them. Wanda wished now she had taken up Harold's offer to teach her to drive. But then Wanda did not know how their budget could be stretched to pay for another car, since they were trying to save money for Kathy's college education.
Wanda felt the brown leaves swirl about her feet. She lowered her head and pushed forward into the wind. Suddenly Wanda felt herself losing hold of her packages. Wanda rushed to the stone fence beside her and put her bags down there.
Wanda turned to spot the three youths behind her. She recalled they were the ones in faded jeans she had seen in the grocery store. They whistled merrily as they approached. They stopped.
"Can we help you — lady?" the sandy haired youth laughed. "I mean — we don't mind being gentlemen and carrying your groceries for you if you don't live too far!"
"Just three blocks up the street. At Bayberry Court. We have a small cottage right next to the apartments. I'd be glad to pay you for your help."
"No — thanks — maam ..." the blond haired youth laughed. "We were boy scouts once! Shouldn't your husband be helping you with a load this heavy?"
"He's out of town. . . ," Wanda replied thoughtlessly.
"Well be more than glad to help you. . . lady . .," an auburn-haired youth named Mike blushed. "You lead the way. We were walking in that direction anyway."
Wanda found herself chatting amiably with the youths. All three were adolescents, and though their clothes were ragged and faded, they seemed to be perfectly normal boys. Wanda discovered their names were Tony, Mike and Randall. Wanda felt inclined to change her opinion about today's youth as the boys followed her up the steps to her cottage.
"Just put them there on the kitchen table," Wanda glowed, fishing into her purse for some spare change.
Mike was the most handsome of the youths. He had long slick reddish-brown hair, a full wide sensual smile, narrow hips and broad shoulders beneath the faded jean jacket that he wore. Mike had the beginnings of a faint moustache.
Tony was a blond-headed youth with hair the color of ripe wheat which had grown too tall in the field. Tony's eyes were a deep hazel color. His chin was small and receding. Wanda sensed that Tony lacked the character of the other boys.
Randy was a dark-haired youth who wore his hair long, unkempt. He had a piece of dirty rope tied about his jeans for a belt. Wanda had heard that boys paid fantastic prices for jeans that were worn and faded. She could not understand some of the craze's that were sweeping the country. But at least these youths, she reflected, were polite to their elders.
"Can we do anything else for you — lady?" Mike grinned, linking his thumbs through his wide leather belt.
"No thanks . . . boys!" Wanda blushed, handing each a quarter. "You've been a great help carrying the groceries."
"Are you sure you're all right alone? . . ." Tony asked. "If I were your husband I wouldn't leave someone as pretty as you all alone in this cottage."
Wanda suddenly observed Tony staring at her breasts under her tight red sweater. She watched how Tony pushed his hand down inside the tight jean pockets as if to scratch the rising bulge in his groin. Suddenly Wanda wondered if she should have opened her house to the youths.
"Gosh — but you're pretty," Mike smiled, gazing confidently down between his legs.
Wanda spotted Randy locking the living room exit and bolting it shut. Wanda felt a stab of fear in her heart. She saw Mike and Tony eyeing her with open desire.
Mike moved beside her. He grabbed her arm, pulling it up roughly behind her back.
"Do you get enough SEX from your hubby — lady?" Mike questioned, moving closer to kiss Wanda's neck. "You know — sugar — a lot of married men just don't know how to satisfy their wives. Maybe your husband travels too much to take care of you — huh?"
"Please. . . ," Wanda cringed, too frightened to scream. "I don't know what you're after. But if it's money take it! And please go!"
"Well get around to that much later — honey. . . ," Randy blushed, pulling down the shades over the couch. "We kinda got this thing about housewives who are alone during the day. We like to meet them and follow them home. You can have all kinds of fun with a lonely dame at home alone during the day. Have you ever been raped by three guys before?"
"No . . . no . . . please . . !" Wanda sobbed.
Mike forced his thick red lips against Wanda's. Mike had the strength to push her down on the couch. He made no move to undress her. Mike merely lay down on top of her, forcing his thick tongue into her mouth.
Wanda heard Randy in the other rooms ransacking for cash and booze. She thought maybe if they got it they would leave her alone. She screamed out where her cash was and her whisky. Randy went into the liquor closet and then returned uncorking a bottle as he grinned like some sick masturbating idiot.
Mike was eagerly kissing her. His firm hands moved up the inside of her thin panties. Wanda was afraid. She was thankful the boy was making no hurried attempt to rape her. Mike pushed a full glass of straight whisky towards her.
"Maybe you'd better drink this — honey!" Mike chuckled, handing her the tall glass. "It may put you more in the MOOD for what we're going to do to you!"
Wanda remained speechless as she moved the glass to her icy lips. She felt the fiery liquid pouring down her throat. Wanda felt the warm glow in the pit of her stomach spreading throughout her body and warming her extremities. Wanda knew whisky relaxed her and made her more passionate. But this time Wanda drank so that the flip-flopping sensation in the bottom of her stomach would stop.
"Baby — we aren't going to hurt you!" Mike whispered, moving his hot hand over her flesh thighs. "We just want a little fun. May a little sex. We aren't going to hurt you though. No, on the contrary, we want to make you feel good. You see — the three of us find older married women very attractive and much more sexually experienced. You'd be surprised at the number of housewives who are grateful once we've brought them pleasure. One wife confessed her hubby came like a jack rabbit and never satisfied her. She paid us to come back once we all fucked her. Do you know we visit that saucy blond bitch every week and take her out to the woods where we bang away at her until we can't raise it up again?"
"We sure do. . . ," Randy grinned. "Mike here — he's got this system where he can keep a hard-on for repeated incidents of coitus. Baby — Mike can have his fun without spilling his juice. He concentrates on holding back his load by working his muscles. He does it too! Tony and I are working towards that but it's hard to train your muscles that well. I bet if I went through your medicine chest I'd find some desensitizing cream. I'll be back in a minute — babe!"
"See — honey. . . ," Mike grinned, eyeing Wanda's quivering breasts, "I got this system of retaining my wad. It's something I picked up while investigating Hata Yoga. I got this yen for erotic religion. Only few people really know that Yoga seeks immortality and greater sexual potency. I learned to hold back my sperm and to prolong erections! Tony and Randy have to use desensitizing cream on their dicks. But I have complete muscular control! I bet you'd love it if I'd do it for a long time to you!"
"Put your cock where her cunt is," Randy teased. He rubbed his hand over his own bulging erection. "Come on — Mike. Start her off so we can all take a turn!" v "Come on — drink some more first," Mike suggested, pouring Wanda a second full glass of straight whisky.
Wanda could gladly have consumed the entire bottle. All she wanted at that very moment was to annihilate her entire sphere of consciousness. To forget the immediate present and what was about to happen to her. Wanda knew that she would probably be gang-raped. She could see the fiery lust in the eyes of the three hungry youths who watched her. Wanda knew that they wanted sex more than money or anything else she could offer. She guessed they were out to prove something to themselves. Perhaps it was a kind of sadistic revenge, or maybe they just enjoyed turning on with older women. Whatever they had in mind doing to her, Wanda rationalized; she would be better prepared to cooperate if she were thoroughly intoxicated.
Randy kneeled on the floor. Randy pushed her skirt upward. Wanda closed her eyes as he began undoing her garter belt. She felt her hose being pulled down over her ankles. Randy tickled the bottoms of her feet with a curious finger while watching the rank expression on her face. Randy smiled. He began moving his hand slowly up her thighs.
"Let's get you out of those pink panties. . . ," Randy grinned. "Before this afternoon is over we're all going to be naked as jaybirds! Stand still so I can defrock you!"
Wanda stood motionless as Randy relieved her of her skirt. She recoiled from the too familiar touch of his hands. Tony began unbuttoning her blouse. Wanda felt goose-pimples rise on her flesh. Mike sat on the side of the couch surveying her increasingly nude body with over-whelming desire. Mike stood up. He dropped his faded jeans and pulled off his leather boots. Mike's phallus shot out against his restraining shorts until he pulled them downward revealing his swollen manhood.
"I've got something hard for you — honey!" Mike grinned. "Lay down on the couch. Let's get this show on the road. I bet before this afternoon is over you'll be begging us for more!"
Tony and Randy held Wanda down on the couch. Tony moved to cover her heaving breasts with soft wet kisses. Wanda noted that they were not rough or sadistic kisses. Just the kind that arouse a woman's passion. Tony ran his tongue across the jutting aureole. Tony gently nudged the nipple.
Randy pushed his calloused hands up her pale fleshy thighs. Randy pressed soft sensual lips against her firm flesh. Randy ran his tongue awkwardly over her thighs while sucking hard enough to cause red blotches to appear. Wanda wanted to protest. She was surprised by the gentleness with which the boy approached her. She felt that mouth moving upward inside her thighs. Wanda felt her resistance lessening.
"Oh - don't - Randy - NO!" Wanda objected. "I don't want to want it — no! Oh — I'm a faithful woman. No-ooo! Pick on someone else — please . . . nooooo!"
"While the cat's away the mice will play. . . ," Mike jabbered, rubbing his itching scrotum. "Move over — you guys — and give me a chance to pitch some woo!"
Wanda cringed in fear as she felt Mike's heavy and athletic body moving down on top of her. She felt Mike's genital sword stabbing sharply between her thighs. She wanted to scream and fight but she was afraid more harm would come to her than if she submitted silently.
Mike sucked her lips like ripe fresh fruit. Mike drove his tongue between her teeth. Mike did not move to penetrate her. He firmly squeezed her firm breasts until he had her moaning with passion. Only then did he make a move to slip that pulsating animal between her quivering thighs.
Wanda braced herself. Mike moved slowly into her. He did not pound like a sex machine. Rather he moved his sizeable prick around slowly inside of her. He wanted to make her want sex with him like she had never wanted anything before.
Mike slid his hands under her buttocks. Mike nudged his penis further inside her. He increased the speed and depth of his thrusts. Mike pulled those fleshy buttocks up firmly against the root of his penis. Then he moved in and out, almost slipping his cock out entirely, only to plunge in harder. Wanda felt the testicles bang against her butt as Mike began pounding in earnest.
"Ohoo — OHOOOO!" Wanda grimaced. She dug her long fingernails into those husky shoulders.
"Come on — baby! Loosen up. . . ," Mike groaned, nibbling her fiery red ear lobe. "You're holding back on me. You're as tight as a miser who's too damn cheap to give his soul to God! You've got to loosen sometimes — you can't stay that tight forever!"
Mike was right. Wanda had been deliberately holding herself back. She did not want to relax. She was secretly afraid she might indeed enjoy the repeated acts of sexual violation. Her entire body had become a tightly knotted muscle. But as Mike kept pounding into her, unmindful of the fact that she was holding back from his compelling lust, Wanda felt herself go limp. She had thought he would shoot off quick and be done with her. But her opponent proved to be almost insatiable in his lust.
Mike made short hard jabs at first. Then his hands moved under her buttocks to press her against his cock. Mike eagerly dipped his member into her well. Mike held her there, feeling his own organ swelling with blood. He could feel her vagina instinctively grabbing at him. He knew it would not be long until he had overcome her last vestige of resistance.
"I told you I could fuck forever — baby!" Mike laughed, triumphantly. "I haven't even started to warm up yet. So you might as well relax and enjoy me! I don't doubt that you love your husband and want to remain faithful to him. But — baby — biologically you're female. And I'm male. And after so long of a time doing what comes naturally you'll enjoy it. It's my place to make you want it baby!"
"No — ewww — no — o — no!" Wanda gasped, feeling the hot need of her own passionate flesh. "Don't make me want it — please! I'll tell the police on you. Honest! ..."
"I'll say you invited us in and propositioned us. . ," Mike grinned. "I can say you made indecent gestures. That we complied. A lot of people might believe our side of the story. So maybe, baby, just maybe you'd better shut your mouth and learn to fuck!"
Wanda could not deny the hot and violent need of her body. The way the youth pumped inside her, never becoming overly-aroused and always violently copulating her, until her resistance wore thin — this was her own feminine weakness.
Mike assaulted her with his penis. He thrust her buttocks up against his abdomen. Mike proceeded with the fury of a wildcat. Mike felt her sharp nails dig into his tender flesh. He knew he had her close to her peak of desire. He knew he had a panting wildcat in his arms instead of a helpless housewife. Mike had brought out the bloodlust in her cool body. He knew how to satisfy her. Mike did not allow himself to become aroused as he thrust deeper and deeper into her well. Mike held back on the muscles that released the sperm from his body. At the moment that Wanda screamed Mike felt his own orgasm taking possession of his body. But he did not spew a drop of seed.
Wanda was indeed surprised when he did not splatter her with his come. She felt his cock dwindling but she did not feel a single drop of liquid. Wanda felt Mike moving his cock slowly inside of her.
"I'll have the old rod up in no time — baby!" Mike affirmed, squeezing her hot breasts. "As long as you keep your juice you can remain potent. It's an Old Yoga secret. One that the founders practiced . . . believing immortality and sexual ecstasy are closely related!"
Wanda looked up to glimpse Randy spraying some aerosol antiseptic lotion on his red prick.
"This stuff acts as a desensitizing cream . . . lady!" Randy giggled. "It deadens the nerve endings of your cock and allows you to fuck longer without having an orgasm. I can't hold back my wad like Mike does but I sure can screw longer with this stuff on my dick."
Wanda could feel Mike's phallus growing inside her. Wanda was easily amazed by the growing sensations inside her vagina. Mike began sliding his erecting cock in and out in circular motions. Mike thrust in to the hilt and then withdrew his genital spear. Mike felt his need for sex becoming more demanding. Mike put their genitals in contact and their mating motions became rhythmic and free.
Wanda found herself screaming. She found herself experiencing repeated orgasms, one right after the other. Only at the end of what seemed hours, after perhaps four or five multiple orgasms, did she feel Mike finally shoot his load inside her.
"I hope you've had your baby-carriage operated on . . ." Mike laughed. He held his dwindling cock long enough to shake some sperm over her curly pudenda. Wanda reflected that he was imitating some high priest involving her in some ancient fertility rites.
"I'm wearing a diaphragm ..." Wanda gasped, not wanting to move for fear the boy would experience another violent erection.
Randy urged Mike out of the way. Randy held his arching phallus in his hand as he lowered his fleshy body down on top of hers. Randy guided his meat between her thighs. Randy slid into the round wet hole. Randy began to pump and pound like some erotic machine. Wanda was already so aroused she was not turned off by his 'jack rabbit' techniques. Because the nerves in his cock were less sensitive Randy found he could prolong coitus for twice the length of time it normally took him to reach ejaculation.
Randy felt Wanda's legs go around his buttocks. He felt her firm fingernails digging into his flesh. Randy thrust deeper, feeling his balls resound against her fleshy buttocks. Randy felt the answering rhythm of Wanda's own lust. He pumped and pounded their twin bodies towards that explosive peak. Suddenly their twin orgasms erupted and came together like magnets.
"Ohooooo!" Wanda cried. "Ohooo — ummmmm!"
Tony thrust his massive erection between her slick thighs. Wanda rose to meet his thrusts. She alternately grabbed and released his cock-joint with her well-trained vaginal muscles. Wanda's eyes moved back in the sockets. Her lips quivered and trembled as she made inaudible sounds of pleasure.
"Oh — gawd — nooooo!" Wanda gasped. "Oh — fuck me — now!"
Wanda found herself soaring over the peak of another orgasm. She felt the hot slimy liquid pouring down her thighs. She felt Mike mounting her again. Tony fondled her rectum with his finger. She felt Tony thrust his digit into her as Mike pushed her over her peak.
Mike had been right. A woman, unless she is terrified of her life, cannot resist the mating urge for long when she is being sufficiently aroused. Even though she did not love her sexual attackers they made her experience the deep waves of desire once they molested her.
Wanda realized then how she would spend the rest of the afternoon. That is why she eagerly accepted the full glasses of liquor the boys plied her with. She wanted to have the excuse of being drunk on which to blame her lewd and wanton responses. She found herself eagerly moving towards the stiff phallus that Randy shoved towards her mouth. She felt her soft fingers caressing the hard testicles that hung like ripe grapes from a vine.
"Oh — I love it!" Wanda groaned, speaking inaudibly. "Oh — make me love you! Do it to me — more — more — more! Fuck me forever — don't stop now!"
Wanda didn't object when Tony filled her douche bag with rum and thrust the nozzle deep into her vagina. Wanda giggled as Tony undid the cork and allowed the liquor to pour inside her. Wanda begged Tony to jiggle the nozzle up in her cunt. Her eager fingers almost tore the instrument out of his hands. Wanda sucked the contents of the bag deep inside her body.
Another douche bag was filled with vodka. The long nozzle was stuck into her rectum. Wanda moved eagerly to impale herself on that hard object. Mike and Tony lay on the thick carpet beside her. Tony went around and stuck a straw in Wanda's rectum while Mike began sucking the juice from her cunt. Randy put his lips around Mike's arching phallus and around Tony's bulging manhood.
Wanda recalled having heard the paper boy banging on her door for his weekly collection. She did not answer. She could hardly feel her own heart-beat above the noises of the labored breathing in her living room. Later she felt a hot penis stabbing into her vagina and another in her rectum. She felt Randy's cock sliding down her throat ready to spew seed. Wanda was proving to herself that she was every inch a woman. She was in no mood to be bothered.
Not even by the urgent memory of her husband to whom she had remained faithful for nine long years!
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
This case history shows how 'gang-rapists' often operate when they are youthful and made up of teenagers. Most often these are the tougher types of youths who crave new thrills and get a definite lift out of forcing themselves on helpless housewives.
This case history illustrates how many such youths operate, picking out their victims in supermarkets where housewives go almost weekly, or more often, to buy their groceries. If their motive is theft as well as rape the youths will be primarily interested in the amount of money their victim may be carrying.
Many youths take turns browsing through supermarkets and checking out behind housewives so they can leer over her shoulder and discover the amount of money in her wallet. Many times such youths put their girlfriends in the supermarkets to follow victims through the check-out counter to determine the amount of cash in her wallet. There are various methods in such the sex-theft rackets which find the vulnerable housewife as the prime target.
The housewife is ideal for the gang-rapists who need helpless victims. Because the housewife is usually at home alone during the day teenagers find her a vulnerable target.
A lust-robbery is a common form of gang entertainment. It is called a "gang thrill", a "gang bang" or merely "gang rape".
As author Dalton Edwards notes in FREAKED OUT...
"Sexual awareness, participation, physical and emotional response, as well as outright aggressiveness by and among teenagers, has reached almost unmanageable (some say 'epidemic') proportions over the past few years. There are alarming young teenage gangs that specialize in sex orgies that would confound the most sophisticated adult. Junior high school and even elementary level sex clubs, teenybopper prostitutes, teenage Lesbian and homosexual groups, teenage swinging, and others are encountered almost everywhere." (5)
Often the molesting of adults is done with the intention of getting vengeance on members of the establishment. Dalton Edwards, in FREAKED OUT, observes ...
"In anything the adult can do, the erotically precocious teenager tries to outstrip him. There is not fact of normal, abnormal, deviant or depraved sexual behavior that has not been explored and indulged in with a vengeance by the members of today's teenage sexual revolution."
If rape has become a violent adult pastime it is also a popular teen-age gang pleasure. Most teenagers delight in making their victims respond sexually to the assault. They also got to great lengths to undermine their basic decency and morality.
In any case the raping of innocent housewives has become a national teenage pastime. It is indulged in group form on a scale that is shocking everyone. Gang-banging, as it is more commonly called, is undoubtedly becoming more and more popular as teenagers search for newer and more depraved thrills. Unfortunately the lonely housewife is often a prime target because she is both vulnerable and alone. Most victims of 'gang rape' claim that the mental after effects are much more damaging than any physical brutalities or deviant acts that were forced upon them. That is why many victims of 'gang bangs' seek psychiatric help sooner or later — which is why many such cases come to my attention.