Chapter 5
Cindy was grinning when she reached the street again. Dr. Piersall's instructions had been quite explicit. She was to have blood tests and a chest X-ray, and Dr. Piersall would give her a physical next week in his office.
And I can masturbate all I want to. The only thing I can't do is make love to boys until I get some contraceptives.
The bouncy brunette saw the bus turning the corner down the street. A quick whim seized her. She ran back into the shrub-screened carport and lifted her skirt. She glanced around, then plucked two curly hairs from her pussy. She carefully stuck them into the door handle.
There. Now it'll be like he's touching my pussy when he goes home tonight. Even if he doesn't notice, I'll know.
At the Lucky Lady, Mona was not as happy as her daughter. Ron Webster had showed up before she arrived. He was, as happened more frequently now, still drunk from the night before. She'd brushed him off when he tried grabbing her firm, slender buttock. "Not here, Ron," she hissed.
"Oh, hon! I'm sorry about las' night. Lemme make it up to you." Ron weaved when he stood up.
"Just sit down and finish your drink. I have work to do." Mona turned on her heel. She went behind the bar and talked over the inventory and receipts with her daytime barkeep. After a short consultation, Mona went to the office at the back of the building to work on the books.
A tap sounded on the door. Thinking it was the liquor delivery, Mona called, "Come in."
Ron opened the door. "Hi, Mona. I came to apologize."
"Forget it." Mona turned back to the ledger. The door whispered shut.
"No, really, baby, I'm sorry." Ron stepped behind her chair and caressed Mona's shoulders.
"I said, forget it, Ron. It doesn't matter." Just because you got too sloppy drunk to get it up, you sot. I never liked doing it in the back of your car in the first place, with all those samples and catalogs gouging into my back. Mona shrugged, trying to shake his hands from her nape.
Ron bent over and grabbed her lush tits. Mona held still for one brief moment. Her face went from bored inertia to tight rage as her body tensed. "Come on, Mona, let's make it up right now," he wheedled.
"Get your hands"-she struck backward with her elbow-"OFF me!" Mona spun her chair around and kicked at Ron's shins. He was already collapsing from the blow to his groin. "I don't need you, you bastard! I don't need anybody like you!" Mona beat his slumping shoulders over and over.
Ron fell on his side, groaning and gagging, before Mona stopped pummeling him. She stood v over him, tucking a strand of her upswept hair back into place. Mona opened the door.
"Benny," she called. "Come back here." The bartender shuffled into the hallway. She gestured into her office. "Take this sonofabitch outside. If he ever comes in here again, call the cops."
"Sure, Mona." The stocky barkeep tugged Ron to his feet. "I'da done it sooner, but ... " He paused, then frog marched Ron through the lounge to the street.
By closing time that night, Mona had a great many things on her mind. Business wasn't awfully good. There seemed to be more free booze going out than any five bartenders could drink. Between the mortgage payments and the insurance, Mona was just about ready to dip into her tax account to make ends meet.
And then there's Dr. Piersall. Those vindictive bitches at school! They could have let Cindy off with a warning. I bet Sarah Montague is a dyke. She's raising a stink because Cindy's looking at boys. I wonder how long she was looking up my daughter's skirt! Damn them! I try to make a living and bring Cindy up right, and they tell me I'm all wrong.
At least Cindy likes the doctor. He seemed to be nice enough yesterday. Even at his outrageous hourly rate, it's cheaper than a private school.
And they tell me Cindy and I can't even get financial aid for the tuition. My equity in the bar is too big! Even without seeing Ron, I'm really getting screwed.
Joel, the night bartender, stuck his head into the office. "I'm gonna lock it up, Mona. You want anything before I take off?" He handed her the bank bags.
"No, thanks. I'll just stick around for a little longer. I'll see you tomorrow." Mona took the bags and laid them on her desk. She sat and looked blankly at the sacks, making no move toward the safe.
Joel looked at her for a moment. "It should be good tomorrow. It's a pay weekend."
"What? Oh, yes, it should be a lot better." Mona looked at her fingernails until she heard Joel lock the front door and leave.
Mona stood up like a zombie. She moved woodenly, putting the money in the safe. It feels like a big trap closing on me. Maybe I should just sell this place. All the men I meet around here are such losers!
Mona strolled out of the bar and carefully relocked the door. She hugged her purse to her breasts as she walked toward the car. Still brooding, she didn't hear the whispers as she passed the alley.
Shoes slapped heavily on the sidewalk. Mona started to turn her head when six strong arms grabbed her. She tried to wrench free, but the men overpowered her. Before she knew it, she was lifted off the ground and thrown into the back of a closed van.
"Wait'll you try this cunt," a man said. Mona recognized Ron's voice. She couldn't see anything. At least two men held her down. Mona tried to scream, but she got only a short squeak out before someone stuffed a gritty chunk of carpet into her mouth.
The van was moving, but Mona didn't know where. One of the men pulled her blouse up over her face and tugged her bra up. Hands mauled her bosom.
"There, honey, don't kick," a voice said. "We aren't gonna hurt you. We wouldn't hurt a lady with such nice tits." Mona lay there terrified. The van skidded, then turned sharply. It bounced .over a bumpy road. The pebbles on the floor of the truck hurt her back.
"Well, Mona," Ron said. "I thought I'd do you a little favor. I talked with these guys, and we're gonna give you all the cock you need." The van stopped, and the driver killed the motor.
The door opened loudly and the men handed her through. She still had no idea of where she was. The night air was chilly on her exposed flesh. Her coral nipples stood up, and goose bumps rose on her shapely limbs. Stubby fingers unbuttoned her blouse and Mona could see again.
She couldn't see much. It was a clear night, with only the stars for light. Five men stood around her. The only one she recognized was Ron Webster. Webster.
"Come on and get naked for the guys," Ron sneered. "We can take turns fuckin' you until we've all had enough." He grabbed her pussy through her skirt.
"Please, no. Don't, Ron," Mona whined. The man holding her legs let them drop. She staggered as another released her arms. Mona stood in the middle of the circle, trying to cover her breasts with the unbuttoned blouse. "Please, let me go. I won't tell anybody!"
"It's too late, Mona," Ron said. "I already told these guys how you like to fuck. Now take off your clothes and let us see that fine ass."
"I-I have to go home. I don't want to be here. PLEASE!" Mona wept. She huddled up and sank to her knees on the grass.
One of the men stepped up to her. He pushed Mona's shoulder and she fell onto her side. He tugged at her blouse, straightening her arm with his other hand. She tried to curl up tighter, but he put his foot on her long black hair. Mona yelled.
"Shut up, bitch! Nobody's gonna hear you. We're way too far away. I figured you might try makin' noise," Ron roared. "Now get your clothes off before I rip 'em off!"
Mona let the man finish taking her blouse off. She lay inert, rolling passively from side to side as he undressed her. She tried to take her skirt off, but her nerveless fingers couldn't work the zipper. The grass under her was cold and wet, and Mona shivered.
"Jesus! She's scared shitless," one of the men said. He propped her up to a sitting position and tried to unhook her bra. With a snarl, he broke the fastening and pulled it away from her torso.
Another man knelt beside her and pulled the zipper of the tight-fitting skirt down. The buttons at the waist popped when he slid the garment over her hips.
Mona sat, sobbing. She put her arms over her breasts, but the slender limbs couldn't possibly hide the creamy beauties. Her shoulders shook and tears flowed on her cheeks. Her carefully done hairdo hung tangled behind one ear.
The man who'd taken her skirt off put his fingers in the top of her pantyhose and pulled them down. The ardent tug rolled Mona onto her back. He slid them down her thighs and stood back to admire his handiwork.
Mona's tiny panties had slipped down part way with her stockings. The little white triangle covered only half of her cuntal hair. The tiny string of the waistband was stretched taut over the opulent I curve of her hips.
"She is a good-lookin' bitch," one of the men [ said. "How in the hell did she ever start fuckin' you, Ron?"
"Awright, hotshot. You show her some high-class prickwork. You're always ready, right?" !
"Hey, man, can I eat her before you start fuckin'? I bet she tastes just like peach ice cream!" The man who'd just spoken dropped his pants and knelt. He put his hands on Mona's knees and pried. "Come on, man, gimme a hand here. This broad's pretty strong!"
"Hey, Jack, I thought the only way -you could get laid was by force. What d'you need help for?" A couple of the men laughed.
Jack forced his knee between Mona's thighs. His hands dug brutally into her thighs and he lowered his face to the patch of cunthair that showed above her panties.
Mona sat up, trying to push him away. Ron and another man wrestled her back to the ground, holding her arms. One of the others stood over her head and undid his fly. His fully erect cock sprang out. Mona gasped and struggled. Her fine, full breasts rolled from side to side as she tried to wrench free.
The man between her knees kept wiggling his knee, forcing it upward, closer to her cunt. Mona fought desperately until he kissed the fringe of her pussyhairs and bit through the waistband of her panties.
Jack enjoyed that. He had popped the left side of the string, then he licked the exposed inch of one cuntlip. He moved to the other side, clamping his teeth at the outer corner of the gossamer triangle. Mona pressed her buttocks into the grassy earth, trying to stop the slide of the cloth that still shielded her ass. She had to rock her pussy up to do it, but it was the last bit of modesty she had.
Jack tugged, still prying forcefully at her thighs. The elastic parted, and her struggles increased. Mona wasn't completely at the men's mercy yet.
But the panties would not stay on. Jack raised his head and the silky cloth slid from under her hips, sending a shiver up Mona's spine. Despite her terror, the light kiss of the cloth heated her pussy. The little triangular gap between her long thighs only slowed the feathery slide.
The last two men had shed their clothes completely now. They pulled Mona's ankles apart, and Jack started sucking her pussy. His tongue violated every fear-sharpened nerve in her crotch. The men holding her arms felt her give up and their grip loosened. Ron was rubbing one of her titties, dragging his thumb harshly across the nipple. The other man bit and gnawed at the other rubbery tip, then tried to stuff all the copious goodness into his suctioning mouth.
Ron kept raining a steady stream of curses into her ears. His voice was low and filled with hatred. Mona wept openly and her muscles went slack.
The ravaging tongue in her pussy was starting to stir her vital juices. Against her will, Mona felt her body becoming aroused. The constant mauling of her nipples and her clitoris made her pulse climb. She panted through her sobs.
"Keep eating her, Jack," Ron said. "She's getting hot. I hope all you guys got a lot of cum stored up. She really loves a lot of dickin'!"
Mona was becoming disgusted with herself. Revulsion rose in her throat. Her body was lewdly betraying her. She was helpless, held down and surrounded by rapists, and she'd lost her self-control with her clothes. Even her tears had dried up.
Jack pulled his head back. "Lady, you got a real table-quality snatch. Good and juicy and soft."
"Hey, come on, man, I want to get my cock into her." The man who spoke pulled Jack away. "Let me sample some of that."
"Shouldn't Ron go first? He turned us on to the broad."
Ron stopped cursing Mona long enough to answer, "That's okay. I want to watch her get all the cock she can take for a change. I'll bang her last, when her asshole's good and juicy."
"I can dig it," Jack answered. "I should'a run this number on my old lady!"
Mona tried to struggle again when the man's heavy belly hit hers. Ron and the man sucking her tit held her immobile, and the first fucker battered his prick against the tight-clenched sphincter of her vagina.
A hairy hand reached between them and the man ground his thumb painfully into her clit. Mona flinched, and the end of his thick cock " wedged into her pussy. The thumb ground in again, and her hips bucked under his flabby weight.
The man's cock felt thicker than a telephone pole. Mona's terrorized body yielded slowly to the weapon, stretching around the glans. He gave a few preliminary strokes at the entrance of her cunt, then pushed in like a bulldozer.
Mona's labia turned inward as her violated channel stretched. She gasped, "Oh! Please, I'm not wet enough!"
The man ignored her breathless plea. He corkscrewed in further, the long, wiry hairs on his cockshaft scraping at her brutalized flesh. Mona thought she would faint before the meaty pylon had sunk all the way in. She tried to push her hips back, forcing them into the ground to escape the brutal prick.
At last her pussy was full. The man brushed the arm-holders away and settled his bulk onto her chest. Mona's tits mashed down under him. The man rolled his chest from side to side. His coarse hair scratched at her nipples, and his beard scraped her face.
Mona couldn't have seen any of the men's faces in the watery starlight, even if she'd dared to open her eyes. She lay as dispassionately still as she could, until the ceaseless surging in her cunt made her hips roll reflexively.
The man rode her on and on. He seemed tireless. The long, even rhythm of his fuckstrokes never changed. Her cunt was soaked with juices as his motions lengthened.
Mona lay under him like a pinned bug. His arms went under hers and he clasped her shoulders. Ron lay down beside them and put her hand around his prick.
Mona surrendered completely. She heard Ron's growl of, "Keep me good and ready," and she jacked at his prick. The hot skin slid on his joint, but the woman barely noticed the constant stiffness that she'd once enjoyed.
The leg-holder let go, and Mona drew her knees up. She was resigned to the ongoing indignity. Dim thoughts surfaced in her mind. Let's get this over with.
Mona reached down to the fat man's ass with her free hand. She rolled her hips from side to side, forcing him to vary his stroke.
"There, goddammit, I told you she'd want some fucking," Ron said. "Come on, let somebody else have a chance at her cunt."
The prick in Mona's pussy was swelling a little. She felt the shaft grow a tiny bit, and she started milking at him. Mona pulled her ass away on his backstroke. Her vagina squeezed at his glans like-a steamy fist.
The man began pulling back until just the tip of his prick stayed in her hole, then he shoved it forward. The long strokes heated him. Mona felt his whole body tense. She worked ardently at matching him, stroke for stroke. The woman wrapped her legs around him. She jacked faster at Ron's cock. He pulled it away from her hand.
Mona felt shock and disgust rising in her brain. She was about to cum, herself! She conquered her nausea and bore down, throwing all her concentration into her pussy. The ring of muscle tightened around his prick until -: felt like an iron bar, plunging full length in her belly.
"Yeah, that's it, fuck her! Give it to her, man! Blast her ass wide open," Ron growled. "She loves it! I think the bitch is gonna go off!"
The man stiffened. He was like' a mountain on top of her. His long strokes became jerky, stopping with only his cockhead in her pussy, then ramming in like a pile driver. His heavy balls swung, smacking audibly against Mona's ass. Again and again he shoved the full length of his meat into her. His sac slapped her cheeks three more times, then he blew his load into Mona's cunt.
The man sagged like a stringless puppet. He pistoned in, releasing jolts of cum with each spasm. All his gathered strength went into Mona's pussy, splashing against her womb.
Disgusted and horrified, Mona came. Her flesh rebelled, grasping the jetting cock. Her asscheeks tightened and relaxed, throwing her cunt against the driving jabs of the man's prick. She wrung every drop from the thrusting tool, a hostage of her body's reactions.
The heavy-bellied man pulled his prick out of her and rolled off as soon as his meat was drained. "She's a god-damn good lay," he panted. "I'm stickin' around for seconds."
Mona rolled onto her belly. She felt unspeakably defiled. The body she'd once been proud of had betrayed her. Thick gruel dribbled from her vagina, trickling over her clit. The involuntary thrill of the fluid touch made her weep.
She lay limp on the ground. In utter despair, Mona wanted to crawl away and die. One of the men grabbed her by the waist and dragged her to her knees.
Befuddled, Mona whimpered, "Please, oh, Ronnie, please make them stop." The man behind her fondled her buttocks coarsely, then raised her to her feet.
"No!" she said, feeling the erect implement rubbing on her cum-slimed labia. "Don't, don't do it any more! Please go away!"
The man stooped and put his cockhead against the mouth of her vagina. Her knees buckled, but he held her upright with a harsh grip around her waist. He moved his hips from side to side, aiming for the center of the abused portal, and slid his prick in to the hilt.
"Ohhhh," she sighed. Mona's cunt responded to the swift invasion by opening around the tool, then squeezing shut. The man put his hands on her breasts and kneaded the globes sensuously. Her nipples stiffened under his fingers. Hot impulses arced along her spine.
Mona gasped. The man slid one hand down her belly and into her sweat-soaked bush. He kneaded her cuntlips lasciviously, rubbing the puffy flesh against the stiff ridge of her clitoris.
There was nothing Mona could do. It felt like every erotic nerve in her body was on fire. She bent forward and put her hands on her knees. She presented her gleaming asscheeks to the second rapist while he reamed her pussy.
His cock went around in lewd circles. The smooth parchment of her buttocks felt the ends of his cockbush. The hairs caressed her ass, and Mona's involuntary excitement mounted.
The fingers worked ceaselessly in her cuntal folds. The man dug through the protective hair and into the top of her slit. He touched the end of her clitty and Mona went wild. She was cumming harder with every stroke of his prick. Mona forgot about trying to get the men off so they'd leave her alone. She ground her firm ass against the man's belly, wanting to feel his cock probing into every corner of her cunt. She felt the knob jar into her cervix again and again.
Mona swung her hands back, grabbing at his hips. The man rampaged on her ass, mashing the firm cheeks from side to side. He glued his belly against those lush buttocks. He grabbed the wide points of Mona's pelvis and steered her voluptuous ass in lewd circles.
Ron stepped in front of her, his prick standing like a flagstaff. Mona grabbed at the rigid member and pulled him close. She lavished kisses on the shaft and wet the knob with her saliva. Her orgasm drove her mad for more cock.
Mona inhaled Ron's prick. She bobbed her head up and down, taking the wide knob into her throat. She pulled back and bathed his prick head with her tongue. Mona's mouth circled and sucked like a demented vacuum cleaner. Her spit leaked from her mouth, covering her rapidly stroking hand.
Mona caressed Ron's balls until another man pulled at her arm. She jacked at his prick madly, gripped with orgasmic madness. She couldn't get - enough of the pricks. Her cuntal reactions overwhelmed her, and she gave in completely.
The man behind her was driving hard and deep, with long, regular strokes. His cock reached further with every thrust. Mona lifted her ass higher, straining up on tiptoe for maximum penetration. The rearfucker put his hand to her pussy again.
Mona yodeled wetly around Ron's cock. Her lips opened, then fluttered shut again. She slid her flooded mouth up and down, wanting to feel Ron drive his weapon clear to her stomach. She sucked until his knob swelled to monster stiffness and her fist clenched on his shaft.
The man behind her shot off. Mona felt the hot bursts of spunk lashing her cervix. His cum had the force of a firehose. Her mind blanked and she sucked valiantly on Ron's prick.
Ron jerked his cock out of her mouth. His blood roared. He was only seconds from losing control. He watched the slender beauty grind her ass against the man's belly, and he could hardly keep from jacking his prick in time to the couple's movements.
Mona went on and on. Sheets of roaring lightning shot through her mind. She chafed her ass raw against the man's pubes. Her cum kept accelerating until he pulled out.
Mona collapsed on the ground. Her pussy was spasming so hard that she couldn't feel the rock that split her forehead. She passed out, more from the passionate overload in her loins than the blow to her head. Her body writhed to the fading pulses in her cunt.
Jack and Ron picked her up. "Get up, cunt. We're gonna sandwich you. I get your ass, and Jack's gonna ream your snatch. Get up, goddammit!"
Jack stopped lifting. Blood trickled over Mona's forehead. "Hey, Ron! She's hurt!" Mona's head lolled on her shoulders, making the dark stream wind like a river down her face.
"Bullshit!" Ron said. He looked over her shoulder. His eyes widened. He lowered her limp weight to the ground. "We better get the hell out of here."