Chapter 4
Judy was rudely awakened by a series of quick, hard slaps across her mouth.
"Wake up, cunt!" Max screamed. I'm taking you back to where I first met your worthless fucking ass," he said as he untied her bonds and pulled her off of the table. He dragged her cruelly into the living room, where she put her clothes back on.
Shaking her head in disgust, she addressed the man. "I don't get it at all. You brought me here, tortured me and even turned me over to your sadistic friends. And now, you plan to take me back to the El Camino Lounge, the place where we met and where you work. You sure do have a lot of fucking nerve, Max. Aren't you afraid I'm going to report you to the police or something?" she asked bluntly.
"Fuck no. I'm not worried," he replied casually as he opened the door and gestured for her to leave with him. "There's nothing that you can do to hurt me, bitch," he continued. "You need a witness to prove that I did anything illegal. Besides, you're the one who picked me up at the bar. Hell, it happens all the time. Shit, if I wanted to, I could say that you were a fucking whore, and then you would be the one in trouble, not me." He laughed loudly and, as they walked to his Corvette, he added, "Think about it, cunt. You've got nothing on me."
As Max drove her back to the El Camino Lounge, Judy thought about what he had said. She concluded that he was right. She would have to have witnesses to prove that he had abused her. And the evil twins-Mark and Suzi-were obviously on his side. Moreover, it did look bad. She had walked into the bar, had two drinks and left with Max-willingly. Anger and frustration welled up inside of her as she realized that there was no way that she could get revenge.
"Forget it," Max said. "I know exactly what you're thinking. You want to get back at me. But you can't. That's the fucking breaks, babe."
Judy scowled and pouted. She thought hard, trying to find some way to get back at the smug bastard who had put her through sheer hell.
As she stepped out of his Corvette, he squealed the wheels and burned rubber pulling away from the curb, and he shouted at her through the open window. "Take care, cunt! And, by the way, thanks for the good time! Ha! Ha! Ha!" he laughed, then added, "I'll see you tomorrow at the bar. I work the same shift." With that bold statement, he was gone.
At that very moment, Judy came up with a way of getting back at Max. She knew one way that she could hurt him. And, dammit, she resolved, she would sure as hell do it. She would get revenge on the evil bastard...
"And that's exactly what happened, Mr. Jenkins," she said with a look of concern and true sincerity. "I just thought that you should know what kind of man you have working for you here at the El Camino Lounge. This is a well-respected place, and I'm sure that you would not care to have any of your employees giving your place a bad name. That's why I came to your office to speak with you, Mr. Jenkins," she concluded.
Mr. Benjamin Jenkins had a doleful look on his face. Shaking his head in disbelief, he stared across his huge desk at Judy and spoke. "My, my," he said. "I've been in the bar business for a long time, and I've seen and heard plenty of strange things in my day, but this one really takes the cake."
"But, I'm telling the truth!" she shrieked. "Please believe me, Mr. Jenkins. Max is a crude, evil man. He's a real sadist! I swear to you that I did not make up a single word of the story. I told you exactly what happened- exactly what that crude man did to me this very evening."
Quickly Mr. Jenkins stood and stepped around the desk. He hugged Judy's shoulders, gave her a fatherly kiss on the cheek and reassured her. "I believe you, darling," he said in a patronizing tone of voice. "I've had my suspicions about Max, and now they are confirmed. I wondered if he was a little bit kinky. And now, after talking to you, I know for sure."
"Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Jenkins," she cooed as she stood and threw her arms around him. She returned his friendly kiss. "Thank you so much," she repeated as she began to turn and leave his plush office.
Upon reaching the door, she said, "Goodbye, Mr. Jenkins," and turned the doorknob, but it was locked.
The bar owner simply stared at her with doleful eyes. He looked very serious and somewhat angry.
Judy looked at him and said, "Mr. Jenkins, the door seems to be locked. Will you please open it so that I can leave now. I've told you everything I know."
"Yes, indeed you did," he replied calmly as he approached her. "But, you see, these are very serious charges that you have just made about Max. And, although I am inclined to believe your story, you have to admit that it is a bit far-fetched. After all, Max has been working for me for the past six years. I can't simply fire him without any proof. Besides, if what you say is true, I believe that it is necessary to call the police. This is really a matter for the police to solve. After all, that's what we pay taxes for, isn't it?"
"Noooooooo!" she screamed in exasperation. "No, you can't bring the police into this. They will never believe me. I have no witnesses. They will never believe me, and my reputation will be ruined. And, my husband will probably kill me."
"Now, now," Mr. Jenkins said. "Let's not get over-dramatic, Judy. If you are telling the truth, then you have nothing to fear. And I'm sure that your husband will understand."
"No," she replied. "You don't know my husband. He's a mean, nasty man. He beats me for no reason at all. If he ever heard about what happened to me, he would never forgive me, and he would surely beat me real bad." She cried hysterically and slumped to her knees on the thick carpeted floor of Mr. Jenkins' office. Burying her pretty face in her hands, she sobbed uncontrollably.
"Well, now," Jenkins said as he stood over the weeping woman. "I tell you what I'll do," he said. Reaching down, he unzipped his fly with one hand and pulled her chin up with the other. "You just suck my cock and I'll forget the whole thing. Otherwise, I think it would be best to call the police and turn the matter over to them. What do you say?"
"What?" she replied as she stared at his huge cock. Mr. Jenkins had a raging hard-on. His thick, hard cock wagged before her lips obscenely. She was repulsed. Through tear-filled eyes she could see the blue veins which stood out along the length of his big cock-shaft. Jenkins was really hot and horny. Were her ears and eyes deceiving her? she wondered. Did this seemingly nice man really demand that she give his cock a blowjob?
"You heard me, cunt!" Jenkins hissed. "Suck my cock until I cum in your sweet mouth, or I'll call the cops and you can explain your sordid scene with Max to them."
"No way!" she replied vehemently. "What the hell do you take me for, anyway?"
"I take you for the fucking slut that you obviously are, Judy," he replied calmly. "If I do call the cops, you'll have a good deal of explaining to do, now won't you?"
"B-But, I did nothing wrong!" she exclaimed indignantly.
"That's what you say," Jenkins answered flatly, his voice a bit throaty now as he moved forward and rubbed his hard cock across her eyes. "But, let's face the facts, Judy," he added. "You admit that you have no witnesses. And, knowing Max, he has plenty of witnesses to back up his side of the story. In fact, I'm one of them. I saw you come in here and pick him up."
"I didn't do that!" she cried.
"Not only did you pick Max up, but you even admitted to me that your husband beat you quite often. Perhaps you asked Max to take you to his apartment and beat you. That's the real truth, isn't it, Judy?" Jenkins spoke like an evil inquisitor. He was twisting the truth around to suit his interpretation of the facts.
Judy was terribly frightened. Everything that Jenkins said made sense-even though it was all incorrect. She had been raped by Max and his evil friends. She had not tried to pick Max up in the bar. But, the way that Mr. Jenkins twisted the truth scared her to death. She simply could not get involved with the police. Her story was incredibly kinky. And they would never believe her. Not when there were so many people who would say that she was lying. What would she do to get out of this deplorable situation? she wondered.
"Suck my cock, darling," Jenkins said, as if in answer to her unspoken question. "Just suck my cock and I promise you that I won't call the cops. Just put your little mouth around my prick and give me a real nice blowjob, then I'll open the door and let you go."
Knowing that she had no choice in the matter, Judy slipped Mr. Jenkins' cock into her mouth. She began to suck his prick slowly as tears poured down her cheeks.
"Suck it, bitch!" Jenkins commanded. "Suck my cock real good now, darling, or I'll get right on the phone to the cops and you'll have a lot of explaining to do."
Acknowledging the warning, Judy bent to the task of sucking the bar owners' big cock. She took his bulbous prick-tip between her ruby lips and licked the underside of his cock-shaft in lascivious motions.
Judy looked up and saw Jenkins grinning down at her.
"That's real nice, babe," he said lewdly. "You do know how to suck my cock real fucking nice, I gotta admit."
Pressing his hips forward, he thrust several inches of his rock-hard prick into her mouth. He groaned and grunted in heated passion as she slurped his lengthy prick into her mouth and deep down her throat.
"Unnnggghhhh! Unnggghhhh! Aaaggghhhhh!" he grunted obscenely as she sucked his mighty cock-stand.
He fucked her mouth with his cock as she knelt on the floor. Then, just as it seemed as though he were about to cum, he quickly pulled his prick out of her mouth and rubbed his cock all over her face, sticking his hot and hard cock-knob into her weeping eyes and up her nose.
"Come on now, Judy," he gasped. "You can do better than that. I'm sure that you are quite a good cock-sucker. Now, go to it. Suck my prick until I cum. Suck my prick real good and I'll let you go. If I am not satisfied with the cock-sucking job that you give my prick, then I'll have no choice but to call the cops and let them handle the matter."
He reached down and grabbed her firm tits. His fingers clasped about her tit-flesh and he thrust his prick deep into her mouth. Then, as he stroked her tits, he began to pump his thick cock hard and fast into her mouth. His hard prick quivered inside her mouth as she sucked hard in a frantic effort to please him.
"Unnggghhhh!" he groaned loudly as she sucked hard on his lengthy cock-shaft.
Her tongue flicked the underside of his bulbous cock-knob, and she lapped at his piss-slit. Judy was repelled at her lewd behavior, but she knew that she had to satisfy the man, or he would call the cops. If he did that, she would be in real trouble. She would never be able to explain the bizarre experiences of the evening. And, more than likely, when her husband Jim returned from his business trip to Chicago, he would beat her terribly. She simply had to suck his cock fervently, and make the man cum.
"Yeah, bitch!" he rasped. "You suck cock real nice. I've experienced plenty of eager cock-suckers, but you give the best blowjob I've ever had, bitch!"
Although she was disgusted by his vile language, Judy kept sucking his prick. She had to make him cum!
Suddenly, he yanked his prick out from between her sucking lips. Staggering backwards, he almost fell onto his big desk.
Judy was stunned! Was Jenkins having a heart attack? she wondered. Good God! That was all that she needed. To have to explain how Jenkins had a heart attack in his own office, while she was busy sucking his cock. Judy could do nothing but stay kneeling on the floor and wait until Jenkins either recovered or fell over dead.
With mixed emotions, she watched Mr. Jenkins rise to his feet and come at her.
"I'm gonna fuck you, cunt!" he screamed angrily as he kicked her to the floor. She lay sprawled out with her face pressing into the thick carpet.
"Noooo!" she shouted in protest. "Please, leave me alone! Call the police! Do anything, but don't fuck me! I've taken all that I can stand," she cried.
But Jenkins paid no mind to her protestations. He gripped her ass-cheeks tightly and pulled her ass up to meet his giant cock-stand. With a hoarse grunting sound, he buried the head of his thick, hard prick into her asshole!
"Aaaaiiieeeee!" she cried as his prick-knob entered her nether-hole. His hard cock-tip stretched the muscles in her asshole beyond belief. Never in her life had she even thought that a man might actually attempt to impale her tight and tender asshole with his hard prick. But, whether she chose to believe it or not, it was happening at this very moment. Mr. Jenkins, who possessed an unusually large cock, was sweating profusely as he wormed his prick-tip into her tight anal passage. The pain was unbearable and she cried loudly and wriggled her hips in a valiant attempt to move her asshole out of the way of his huge prick.
"Don't fight me, bitch!" he commanded briskly as his prick rammed into her tight asshole. "Don't fight me or you'll be very sorry," he said.
"Good God!" she replied. "You can't do that to me. You just can't fuck me in my tight little asshole. It... It's not right! It's unnatural! Please, stop!" she pleaded. But her pleas of pain and anguish were to no avail.
"I'm gonna fuck your asshole, bitch!" he shouted. "There is not a fucking thing that you can do to stop me now. I want to bury my cock in your asshole and fuck the living shit out of you. I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, bitch! Resign yourself to the fact that Mr. Jenkins is going to butt-fuck you. Because if you try to fight me, I'll make matters very rough on you."
"Nooooo!" she wailed in an angry, frustrated protest. "You fucking bastard, prick, son of a bitch!" she cursed as he ground his hips furiously in an attempt to plunge more of his prick into her tight and tender nether-hole.
"Yes!" he shouted in response. And, with a mighty plunge, he pushed forward and rammed his rock-hard prick into the very depths of her tight asshole.
The moment that Jenkins buried his cock in her asshole, it seemed as though the intense pain that she had felt initially had turned into a sort of numb pleasure. As she straddled his raging prick that was buried to the hilt in her tight asshole, an unexpected wave of sensual pleasure came over her. She could feel a sense of delicious sexual rapture building in her cunt as his stiff prick pounded unmercifully into her butt-hole. Jenkins was rough and hard. He was forcing her to take his cock deep into her asshole. And, much to her surprise and dismay, she actually liked it. She found it difficult to believe, but she actually was getting turned on by getting fucked in the asshole by Jenkins' hard, stiff prick.
"Yeah, now you're getting into the action, bitch!" Jenkins rasped. He moved his arms forward and pinned her head and shoulders to the floor with a full-Nelson strangle-hold that she had seen professional wrestlers use against their opponents.
"You're hurting me!" she wailed in agony as her head hit the floor with a sickening thump.
"Fuck you, cunt!" he shouted at her. "I'm fucking your asshole, bitch! Don't you know what that means?"
"I-I'm not... sure... what... that means," she stammered in reply.
"I'm taking you in the asshole, bitch!" he snarled. "I'm fucking your ass, you dumb cunt!"
Judy was petrified with fear. Was Jenkins hurting her? She felt as though her asshole was being torn apart, ripped in two. The pain overwhelmed her, but, most important, she felt waves of obscene pleasure-sexual pleasure -building in her cunt and a tingling sensation emanating from her sensitive clit-nubbin as the man rammed his prick into the seething depths of her asshole.
"Goddamn, your asshole sure feels nice and tight," he whispered obscenely as he continued to ram his prick deep into her nether-hole. "You sure have a nice fucking ass. Fuck it! I've never shoved my prick into a tighter asshole, bitch. I'm sure you had a virgin asshole before you met me, isn't that right?"
"Y-Yes, Mr. Jenkins," she responded as she gasped with pleasure and pain. "I did... have... a virgin... asshole before you... fucked me," she stammered.
"Goddammit!" he said exultingly. "I thought so. I took your virgin asshole, bitch. Don't ever forget that. Good old Benjamin Jenkins took your virgin asshole. Yeah!" he exclaimed.
"All that I know is that it hurts, Mr. Jenkins," she gasped as she pushed her hips upward to meet his hard cock-thrusts into her tight nether-hole. "It hurts when you fuck my tight asshole. But... but... at the same time," she gasped, "it feels kind of good."
"You better fucking believe it, bitch!" he said crudely. "A pretty little lady like you was bound to get ass-fucked sooner or later," he added, "so you ought to count your lucky stars that you cane across me, because I do appreciate a nice tight asshole when I find one. And, believe me, I am an experienced butt-fucker. If you can't get off with me fucking your asshole, you'll never get off by getting butt-fucked. So get into it. Dig the tight, hard feeling of my cock in your asshole. Work with it, and you'll reach an orgasm. I promise you!"
"I'm trying," she gasped in response. "I... have to... admit, your... cock ... does feel real nice in my tight asshole," she admitted. "But, it seems so perverted to be fucked in the asshole. It just doesn't seem right."
"Whatever feels good is right, Judy," he answered. "Now, listen to me. Tighten the muscles in your ass and jerk back to meet my cock when I ram it up your behind. You'll enjoy it. Trust me," he implored.
Without saying a word, she trusted Mr. Jenkins and did as he said. She used all of her strength to tighten her sphincter muscles around his raging, hard cock and she prepared herself to receive his next cock-thrust.
Just as Judy tightened her sphincter muscles, Jenkins rammed his hard prick into her asshole as deep as he possibly could. He drove his cock hard into her ass, sending Judy into an absolute frenzy that drove her wild.
"Stop! Please stop now! Your cock is too big for my little asshole," she pleaded as she flailed her sweat-dampened blonde hair about on the carpet.
Judy felt as though the man's huge cock was mauling the inside of her asshole.
Again, he plunged his diamond-cutter into her nether-hole, and again she screamed in pain. "Aaaiiieeeee! It hurts! Stop! Please stop!" she wailed as his prick impaled her tight ass.
Desperately, she tried to loosen her muscles and relieve the pain that coursed through her body, but his prick was burrowing deeper and deeper into her seething asshole, and his cock simply would not allow her muscles to relax.
All feelings of pleasure disappeared immediately as he rammed his cock balls-deep into her asshole. Faster and faster, harder and harder, he shoved his prick up her ass.
Grunts and groans and snarling growls accompanied his powerful onslaught as his prick reamed out her asshole.
"Unnnggghhhh! Aaaggghhhh! Yeah, get it bitch! Take all of my big cock into that hot fucking ass of yours!" he shouted obscenely. He rocked forward in a final lurch and pumped his prick into her nether-hole until his hot jism began to shoot into her ass.
Jenkins kept ramming his drooling prick into her asshole until his passion was spent and his cum oozed down her creamy thighs.
Judy simply lay on the floor, weeping a torrent of big tears. Her mind was awash with a myriad of thoughts. She felt as though life were no longer worth living. In one evening, she had been so terribly and wantonly used and abused that nothing seemed to matter. Thoughts of suicide passed through her mind. Momentarily, she actually decided that she would commit suicide. If people were so cruel and evil as to take advantage of her when she was helpless to defend herself, then what was the point of going on? she pondered.
"I can't take it anymore," she whimpered in a barely audible voice. "I just can't take it anymore. I'll kill myself. I swear, I'll just kill myself. It's not worth it to me... to live in such an unjust, inhumane world full of cruel, sadistic people." Her voice grew louder and became full of rage and undiminished anger. "Fuck you, Mr. Jenkins!" she shouted at the man who had just ass-fucked her.
"Now, calm down, Judy," Jenkins said softly.
"You calm down, you fucking bastard!" she screamed at him. "Fuck you and fuck your goddamned bartender Max, and fuck his sleazy fucking friends too!" She was screaming maniacally now, and she was in a frenzy.
Mr. Jenkins became quite concerned. He feared that Judy would flip out completely, right there in his office above the bar. If she screamed much louder, the police would surely be called. And, although Jenkins had held the threat of calling the cops over Judy's head to get her to suck him and let him ass-fuck her, the last thing that he really wanted was to have a bunch of snooping cops running all over his place. The El Camino Lounge had a fine reputation in San Diego, and Jenkins meant to keep it that way.
"Stop it this minute, young lady!" he rasped.
"Fuck you, Jenkins!" she hissed in reply.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Jenkins smacked her three times in quick succession, and, sure enough, she stopped screaming.
Judy fell to the floor and curled up. She looked like a well-worn rag doll that had been tossed on the ground. She broke down and wept quietly.
"I've got to get you the fuck out of here before you get us both thrown in jail," Jenkins said as he picked up the telephone. "You are bad fucking news, woman," he added as he dialed a number.
Judy listened intently as he spoke into the telephone. "Hey, Jake," he said calmly. "I've got a bit of a problem here at the bar. In my office. I've got to get a woman out of here in some discreet way that will not bring any attention. You can take her out the back way, through my private entrance. Okay?" After a pause, Jenkins spoke again, "Come on, Jake. I really need your help this time. I'll pay you well. Yeah, don't worry about it. I'll make it worth, your while, believe me."
Jenkins seemed pleased with Jake's response. He smiled widely and, pulling off his tie, he knelt over Judy's naked body.
"This is just to make sure that you don't flip out and make too much noise," he said as he slipped the tie through her lips and tied it tightly behind her head. She was gagged, and, when she tried to cry out, the only noise that she could make was a low, muffled sound.