Chapter 9
When they got into the room which was little more than a windowless dressing room that adjoined the bath, Gus kicked the door closed and threw her ungently onto the bed. She cowered, locking her legs together as he stepped closer to tower over her. A small whimper escaped her lips as she saw him beginning to remove his clothing. He undressed slowly, deliberately, his eyes fastened on her face. A paroxysm of fear shook her and she knew now how wrong her thinking had been. Nothing that went on in the next room could possibly have been as bad as what he was about to do to her now.
The sight of him paralyzed her and she was unable to move or look away. She just lay there, trembling, staring up in horrified awe at his strong, blocky body covered over with coarse, black hair that made him more closely resemble a gorilla than a man. Her eyes fastened on his phallus as he unsnapped his shorts and let them drop to the floor. Its bigness both appalled and astonished her. In her wildest imagination she never dreamed that any man could be of such gargantuan proportions.
She felt the mattress sag under his knee as he started to get onto the bed. With a dread fascination, she watched the tacky flow of clear fluid drip in long strings from the slit in the tip of the shiny red head of his arrogant weapon. She drew back from him as far as the headboard would allow her to go.
"No . . . don't. . . please ..."
"Open up your legs!"
She remembered the slap he gave her in the kitchen when she didn't do what he told her, and the cruel way he grabbed her breasts and dug his fingers into her when she didn't move quickly enough serving his food. She knew better than to disobey him now. Slowly she parted her thighs.
He ogled her pink-lipped jewel in its rich setting of black hair. "You got a real pretty cunt."
She tried to ignore his fingers as they parted her moist flesh and worked their way inside. For all the revulsion she might have felt toward him, it was like putting a lighted taper to a bundle of dry kindlings. Her body burst into flame and she had all she could do to lie still and control her breathing.
"It's gonna need some stretching," he said as he removed his hands and placed his two knees solidly on the mattress between her wide-spread thighs.
She saw his enormous erection waving above her like a menacing, purple-headed monster. "No ..."
"I ain't gonna hurt you," he panted as he leaned into her.
The first brush of his swollen flesh again her labia caused her limbs to stiffen, her body to grow taut. She held her breath as he began to force his way inside her, pushing back the tight, greased walls that gripped his thick organ. She screamed and tears welled in her eyes at his abnormal bigness. But he quieted her with a hand over her mouth as he kept pressing into her relentlessly, like a giant wedge that threatened to split her in two for his solitary pleasure.
She endured an eternity of excruciating pain before she finally felt his entire weight bearing down on her, smothering her under his bulk. Even though she may have found a certain, strange satisfaction out of knowing that she had accepted all of him, it took many more tense, agonizing moments until she could properly adjust to his size and respond to his movements. She tried to lose herself in the pounding of the waves outside as they roared up onto the beach, but nothing would help her escape the reality of what was happening to her. As his brutish knob beat a steady tattoo against her womb, she began to move with him. Involuntarily she fell into his rhythm, allowing herself to seek relief that at this moment, only he could bring her.
As big as he might have been, his prodigious apparatus grew even bigger, wrenching another scream from deep inside her as he distended the inner walls of her vagina to frightening, racking proportions. For the nth part of a second she thought she'd blackout--but the roaring flood of seminal fire that he poured into her brought her sharply back to her senses. As the lava-like fluid inundated her body, she felt her own orgasm catch hold and she became a creature of unbridled passion, forgetting who or what he was, caring even less. She wrapped both legs around him and pulled his madly throbbing meat into her womb as deeply as it would go, her sopping-wet lips clinging to the sides of his shaft as her own juices flowed sweetly over the length of it. . .
Fortunately for Sherry's physical and mental stability, Gus for all his size and power, was strictly a "one-timer". When finally he had squeezed the last drop of his seed into her belly and withdrew, his penis hung down like the limp skin of a bologna after most of its packing had been removed. For the moment at least, he wanted nothing more to do with her. But if Sherry thought her ordeal was over, she was sadly mistaken.
The moment that Gus left the room, Red entered. The throbbing of his rampant maleness was apparent even through the heavy material of his work trousers. Red didn't stop to disrobe. He climbed into bed and leaned over her. His fat, wet tongue ran over the warm, smooth surface of her lush breasts. Then his lips pursed and captured her swollen red nipples, pulling, sucking, chewing on them. When finally he drew back, he knelt beside her on the bed, his eyes roving her flesh, voraciously.
"Like I said--I haven't had a broad in more than three years," he told her, as her ran a hand along her thighs and dipped into the oozing grease between them. He still didn't bother to take off his clothes. Instead, as he'd done in the trailer, he loosened his belt, unzipped his fly and let his pants slide down to his knees.
While not nearly as large as Gus, his penis was stiff, the vermillion knob of it peeled and wet leaving no doubt as to its readiness for action. He pulled apart her legs and got between them. It made little difference to him that her vagina was overflowing with the liquid seed of his predecessor. He took hold of his bone near its base, stroked it a few times to assure maximum hardness then drove it between her open labia and along the dark, mucous-lined tunnel as far as it would go.
Even though it might have been slightly above normal size and filled with the wanting of three female-starved years, it felt like a small boy's penis inside her after Gus' monstrosity.
As Red began to hammer his belly against her, she closed her eyes and wondered if she'd ever return to normal, or whether Gus had distorted her so badly that she'd no longer be content with an average-sized man. But as Red soon proved to her--size can make little difference if a man knows what he's doing. He knew. By placing the base of his shaft against her clitoris and rubbing constantly against it, he brought her another climax, at precisely the same moment he ejected the hot milky fluid from his testes into her spasming womb.
He proved something else to her, too. He was not one of the same timber as Gus. Maybe it was because he hadn't known a woman for three long years? Maybe during all that time, he'd stored up an unlimited supply of energy? Whatever the reason, after his snake stopped coughing out its seed, Sherry lay there on her back beneath him, waiting for the thing to shrivel away inside her. Instead it remained stiff and to her surprise she felt him moving against her again, slowly at first, then faster and faster--until he came a second time and she climaxed right along with him.
She could feel his sperm running out of her box, dripping down her thighs to make the sheet beneath her buttocks sticky wet. Surely now the stiffness would go out of him, she told herself, as she felt him withdraw and roll over on his back. But she was wrong.
"Okay, Baby, now you do the work," he told her as he grabbed her hips and pulled her over on top of her.
She was flabbergasted to find him as big and hard as when he first began with her.
"I--I don't know if I can," she breathed exhaustedly.
"Sure you can."
"Can't we rest--just a few minutes?"
"And lose this beautiful hard-on? Come on, get in the saddle."
With a leg at each side of him, she leaned forward, supporting herself on her elbows. With his hands on her hips, he brought her down slowly and rubbed his ripe plum back and forth in her slot, drenching it in the combination of juicy liquors bubbling out of her vagina. Then in its entirety, he skewered his tireless flesh into her.
This time she worked herself slightly forward, so he couldn't rub against her clitty when he began to move her up and down the length of his pole. The over-sensitive little pea at the front of her boat just couldn't stand any more stimulation. Her system wouldn't undergo another climax.
They must have been midway through this third round, with her bouncing up and down against him, like a ball, doing her best to speed the inevitable for him, so he'd drop what she hoped would be his final load into her aching womb and belly. Suddenly she felt the presence of someone on the bed behind her. She caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror on the dresser at the other side of the room and saw it was Louie.
She felt his hands on her buttocks, spreading them apart. A new dread came over her. She'd heard of sex sandwiches, affairs a trois, two men-on-a-girl. She'd often wondered what kind of perverted sensation it might offer--but certainly now was not the time to try it. She was all screwed out, certainly there wasn't an orgasm left in her tired, pain-racked body. But in her helpless situation, there wasn't very much she could do to prevent it. She could feel the membranes in the crevice between her cheeks, tighten as she waited for the insertion of Louie's tool in her exposed, upturned anus. She only hoped he wasn't too big, that he didn't hurt her, the way Gus had. She wasn't sure her body could stand much more pain . . .
Then came the biggest surprise of all. Instead of his penis, she felt the gentle swab of his tongue along the deep crease that separated her buttocks. She lifted as he licked the tiny nutmeg hidden there.
She'd never heard of such a happening before and couldn't fathom what kind of degenerate Louie must be to go in for such a perversion. Then she remembered how in the trailer, he relished so much licking her vaginal juices from his fingers. Louie, she decided, must be a man of strange tastes and cravings ...
Whatever, his tongue was doing to her, what she had thought impossible. The sensation he caused her as he stuck his tongue as far into her anus as it would go, coupled with Red's throbbing phallus, its way to a third eruption, took her soaring once more to the summit of completion and then plummeted her down its steep slope into unconsciousness . ..
Unconsciousness flowed into welcome sleep. How long she slept she didn't know, nor did she have any idea what might have happened to her while she was asleep.
She was awakened from troubled dreams, by someone slapping her rudely on the bare fanny. She popped open her eyes but it was several seconds before she could gather together her thoughts and bring her eyes into sharp focus. When she did, she turned her head on the pillow, looked up and saw Ben standing beside the bed. For a brief fleeting moment, she told herself it had all been a dream, a terrifying nightmare, that they were on their honeymoon, after all. But the moment she tried to shift her body, she knew differently. Every part of her, head to toe, was one big hurt and she could feel the drying stickiness between her legs.
"Get up," Ben told her. "It's time to get dinner."
She continued to lie there, staring up at him without really seeing him, as all the horrible things that had happened to her before she fell asleep, unreeled in her brain. Things that never could have happened, if he hadn't planned it so.
She remembered yesterday when they were married, this morning when he picked her up in the trailer. At that time she had loved him as deeply as any woman possibly could love a man. But in those few hours, everything had changed. Just as he had changed from a Dr. Jekyll into the monster Hyde. The love she had felt for him now had turned to hate. The disillusionment that the two young college men before him had caused her, was nothing compared to what he'd done. She'd given more than her heart to him, she'd entrusted him with her body and soul, maybe even a little of her sanity.
In her whole life, she had never before thought of murder. But at this moment, as she stared up into what suddenly had become his smirking, satanic face, murder to her would have been justifiable.
"C'mon--get up," he coaxed her. "Everybody's hungry. I wouldn't want to see 'em all get sore at you."
She regarded him with a cold stare, then said bitterly. "What more can they do to me."
"You might be surprised," he retorted. Then surprisingly lifted her foot to his mouth and held it tightly as he kissed along her arch.
Once, his lips kissing her that way sent warm shivers of ecstasy chasing through her. Now it caused her only a chill of loathing.
She jerked her foot away, got off the bed and stood before him she used her nakedness to show her indifference for him and the bulge that his fetish had caused in his trousers left her feeling absolutely nothing at all toward him except resentment.
"I'm going to shower first," she said.
"Hurry it up," he called after her. "Like I said--everybody's starved."
After she got into the bathroom, she quickly locked the door then she leaned with her back against it, cupped her face in her hands and wept bitterly. The miracle was that she'd been able to hold out this long. Although she wasn't sure exactly what she was crying about. It could have been so very many things--the fact that she'd guessed so wrong again about a man and once more her whole world had come tumbling down around her ... or the baseness to which her body and mind had been subjected ... or the uncertainty of what still might be in store for her . . .
As she reached to turn on the water and step under the shower, she found a huge blob of semen that had dried under her armpit. Somewhere she'd heard of axilla intercourse and wondered if this was the result of another of Louie's anomalies committed while she was asleep.
The invigorating spray of the shower revived her somewhat and eased some of the pain in her limbs and body, but it would take a very long time and a lot more than soap and water to scrub the filth they'd left in her pores, stained in her brain.
When finally she was bathed and dried off in a big towel, she returned to the bedroom. Ben was gone. At least she was thankful for that.
She looked around the room for something she could wear. But neither of her bags had been brought in and her clothes were in the dining room, where they'd been stripped off her.
"C'mon! C'mon! Move your ass and get out here and start dinner!" came Gus' gruff voice from the next room.
Sherry didn't want another cuff on the jaw, neither did she want to go out there naked. So she pulled the top sheet off the bed, made sure it had escaped getting soiled and wrapped it around herself like a sheath. Sans makeup and with her hair still damp and hanging straight down past her shoulders, she went into the adjoining room to join the five men. Ben, Gus and Red were seated at the dining table, playing poker. Louie was corked off on a couch, dozing. While Denny puttered around the stove in the kitchen, trying to get things set up so Sherry could start dinner.
Red turned his head to look at her as she came out of the bedroom. The sheet she was wearing had been a poor choice. It molded to every curve and indentation of her body, outlining her nipples and accentuating the fullness of her veneris, making her look sexier than if she'd been nude.
Red stood up, his penis as erect as if it had been any time during his three years in prison. He leered at the slit in the side of the sheet that exposed Sherry's leg high above the knee.
Gus eyed Red, critically. "What the hell do you think you're gonna do?"
Red wiped drool from the corner of his mouth with the backs of his fingers, with his gaze never leaving Sherry as she crossed the room toward the kitchen.
"How about cutting the cards for a crack at her?" he suggested. "High man gets to screw her right here on the table."
Louie bounced off the couch. "Cut me in on that."
"Let's make it more interesting," Gus tacked on. "Let's all ante up a C-note?"
Ben's gambling blood began to warm up. Especially since, as Sherry learned later, the five men had divided the stolen money while she was asleep. Each of them stowing away his share of the swag in his own special hiding place, where none of the others could touch it.
"Why not make it five C's?" Ben put in.
Everybody except Denny, agreed to the wager. Sherry, of course, wasn't even consulted. She simply backed into the wall a few feet from the kitchen door and stayed there, cringing in dread anticipation as she watched Gus shuffle the cards and lay the pack on the table. Everybody cut. Red came up with the Queen of Diamonds; nobody else cut even a face card.
Red grinned broadly licentiously and with self-satisfaction. "Okay, let's get the meat on the table!"
As part of the bargain, Gus and Louie grabbed Sherry as she made a quick break to try to dart into the kitchen. Each of them grabbed an arm and dragged her struggling toward the table. Without the slightest embarrassment or uneasiness that he was going to have an audience, Red opened his fly and took out his cudgel. It was as taut and expectant as his face.
Gus and Louie boosted Sherry onto the table then pushed her down so that her legs dangled over the edge. One of them ripped off the sheet. Her body gleamed shimmering white and hot under the bright overhead light, her nipples rigid, her bush brilliant in its shiny blackness.
Dry-eyed, because she was all cried out, Sherry looked up at Ben standing alongside the table. She spoke not a single word to him, but with her eyes she cried out to him--was he going to stand there and watch another man do this to her? If only he'd lift one tiny finger to try to prevent it, she might be able to forgive him for everything else that had happened. But it was wishful thinking, he didn't even turn his head to look away as Red spread apart her legs and drove his ugly, purple-headed battering ram into her.
The rest she had had and the shower she took had more or less restored her vagina to its normal size after Gus' stretching. She therefore wasn't quite ready to accept Red's first violent thrust into her rawness. She arched with the stabbing pain that went through her like the jagged edge of a knife, wrenching a strangled cry from the very depths of her being.
Somebody lowered their mouth to the peak of her breasts and began chewing like an animal. Everybody laughed and cracked lewd jokes when she began to heat up and move involuntarily with Red as he pumped against her. She was going to climax. Right here in front of all of them, she was going to have an orgasm--and there was nothing she could do about it.
Slowly she turned her head and looked around the table for Ben. He was still there, watching almost dispassionately. She looked up at him, beseechingly.
"Ben . . . please." The words just slipped out.
But at the instant, Red ejaculated. She felt his penis begin its convulsive jerking with each discharge. It tripped her own mechanism and set off her orgasm. It was like trying to stop the wind to halt the voluptuous feeling that swept through her. For that one supreme moment, time, place or who might have caused it made little difference. She lay there motionless, moaning, clenching her lower lip between her teeth until the sensation had passed. Then she saw the sweaty face topped by red hair hovering over her, glimpsed the other amused faces leering down at her, heard their obscenities and all the fear and mortification she'd known before returned to her in a torrent.
Red made a move to go at her again. But Gus shoved him backwards, angrily.
"What the fuck do you think you're gonna do?" he demanded.
"Bang her again, what else?" Red retorted.
"Like hell you are!" Gus grated. "You had your screw. Now you take your turn like the rest of us--after we have dinner." He looked down at Sherry. "Get up--and get the hell in the kitchen."
Why did he always make it sound as if she were to blame for everything that happened, she wondered as she wrapped the sheet around her naked body and edged off the table quickly. She didn't wait to hear any more of the argument between Gus and Red, or allow herself to think about the discomfort caused by the mess the redhead had left between her thighs. She went immediately into the kitchen, where she found that Denny had ready fixings for Mexican chili. He had also opened cans of enchiladas and retried beans. He had brought her clothes from the living room so that it wouldn't be necessary for her to prepare or serve dinner draped in a bedsheet--or less. Sherry never thought it would be possible for her to feel any way at all toward a fag. But she had to admit, that whatever his motive might be, he, ironically, was the only one present who was acting like a man instead of some kind of animal.