Chapter 3
Donna still had the taste of cum on her lips when they left the house for the airport. And her heart was pounding, not so much from how he'd practically raped her mouth just a few minutes before, but from the anticipated experience of vacationing alone.
"Well, California, here I come," Hollis said, getting into the car.
"And Florida, here I come," Donna laughed.
"I just wish my flight wasn't first," Hollis said, putting the car in reverse and backing out of the drive.
"I'll only have to wait about forty-five minutes," Donna said rather dreamily. "And anyway, one of us has to go first."
The drive from Mansfield to Dallas took about thirty-five minutes. After Hollis had checked their bags at the ticket counter of the airline, he parked the car in one of the extended-parking lots. Like naughty children, they walked back to the terminal, holding hands and giggling.
Later, Donna watched him go down the covered, tunnel-like gangplank to his flight, then sat back and waited for the plane to take off. She then walked to her gate to await her flight.
When the reservation clerk announced her flight, she gathered up her purse and made for the exit. Then a horrible thought hit her. Had Hollis given her back her ticket when he'd checked their luggage?
She tore open her purse and dug through the contents, spilling car keys, change and cosmetics onto the red carpet.
No ticket.
Now think, she commanded herself. He took her ticket, checked her bags, then gave her ticket back. He'd even mentioned it.
She had ... what had she done with it?
"Flight 261 for Miami now boarding," the voice on the loudspeaker said.
I took the ticket and we went to park the car. I put it in my purse and ...
No, Hollis had asked for a cigarette and she'd taken the ticket out of her purse to get to her cigarettes. She had placed the ticket ...
On the dash of the car.
"Final boarding call for flight 261 for Miami," the loudspeaker warned with a friendly tone.
What to do? Try to make a dash for the car, or get another ticket at the counter? She didn't even know where the damned reservation counter was.
Had she acted quickly, she might have pushed ahead of the line at the reservation counter, she might have gotten another ticket, she might have made her flight.
In her confusion, she didn't.
Instead, she watched her plane move away from the gangplank and taxi out to the runway.
Finally calming herself, she waited her turn in line and asked about another flight to Miami. There was one, and an empty seat, but not for six hours.
"Well, thanks, I'll go back home and wait," she said dejectedly to the clerk.
"Thank you for flying Braniff," came the response.
Shrugging her shoulders, Donna turned and exited the terminal, made her way to the parking lot.
Thirty-five minutes later, she pulled into the driveway to the right of their house and parked the car.
"Six goddamned hours," she said to herself, getting out of the car. "That'll blow my first day in Florida. Six miserable ... fucking hours!"
Had she not been so upset, so angry, she might have heard a scrambling sound inside the house. She would have been warned and not opened the door.
As it was, she walked into her living room and into the arms of a man.
"Hey, back so soon?" Tony Farrow said, grabbing her shoulders.
Tony Farrow and his motorcycle gang had seen Donna and Hollis just a short while before as they were riding down the street. It was a perfect setup. They had been burdened with suitcases, and the gang would have a couple of days, at least, to loot the house. Perfect setup. The house was nestled at the end of the street, away from prying neighbors, surrounded by trees.
"What!" Donna gasped, dropping her purse. "Who ... who are you?"
"I thought you were taking a little trip," Tony said, ignoring her question.
"I was, but I forgot my ticket and ... what the hell business is it of yours?" she spat.
"And your husband?"
"He went on to Calif-I mean, he'll be here in a few minutes," Donna said.
"Yeah, I'll bet," Tony laughed. "This setup is better than I figured." He looked at Donna's voluptuous figure. "Clean you out and get some sweet, strange pussy in the bargain."
Donna was too stunned to reply. They were going to rob her! He had said something else, but in her terror and confusion, she hadn't heard, or maybe she hadn't wanted to hear.
"Let me see that ticket," Tony said, grabbing the paper she held in her right hand. He looked at it for a few moments, then laughed. "So that's what's happening. You and your old man splitting up? He's off to California and you to Florida. Naw, just separate vacations, huh? You two looked so ... cute when you left."
Boy, did I step in it this time, Donna thought. Told him everything. They were going to rob her blind and she couldn't do anything about it.
"Hey, fellas, look what we got!" Tony Called, looking over his left shoulder.
To Donna's horror, she saw two other men and a woman enter from the direction of the kitchen.
"You guys go ahead and see what you can find. This little baby and I are gonna do some serious fucking right now," Tony said, then looked back at Donna's horrified expression.
"No," she said softly, her voice losing control.
"Oh, yes, sweetheart," Tony said, crushing his mouth against hers. "Gonna rip your little pussy apart."
Only after his probing tongue was inside her mouth for a few seconds could Donna react. When she did, she jerked her knee up into his crotch. Since he was so tall, she didn't quite connect, but her action made the man fling her to the floor. His face turned purple with rage.
"You goddamned cunt," he said evenly. Then he kicked her with his boot. "You could have made it easy on yourself, but now ... "
"Wha-what are you going to do?" Donna stammered, her eyes bulging with pure terror.
"I'm gonna fuck you to pieces, and then when I'm finished, my buddies are gonna take over. We're gonna fuck you so much, you'll never want to look at another cock as long as you live."
"Please ... please, don't," Donna begged, trying to crawl away. "Take anything you want, just leave me ... alone, please ... don't hurt me ... "
As she looked at him, she couldn't help but notice how handsome, how muscular he was. And he was blond, a hulking giant just like she'd fantasized about. Only this wasn't a beach in Florida, and she didn't want to be fucked by him.
And that vision of Florida had been gentle, sweet. This was a mean, dirty-looking biker. There was nothing gentle or sweet about him. Her thigh still throbbed where he'd kicked her.
"Hey, let's all fuck her," one of the men behind Tony said. "You ever had three big cocks at the same time, little housewife?"
Donna choked with revulsion. This was really happening. It wasn't some joke. They were going to fuck her!
Like a cornered animal she crouched, then sprang for the door. Tony's boot caught her in the stomach, knocking her sideways. She fell against the coffee table, upsetting a stack of magazines and an ashtray. Her head hit the carpet with a dull thud.
"Let's go, baby," Tony said, grabbing her by the hair of her head. "I'm gonna fuck some of that spirit out of you."
"What about us?" the man standing in the kitchen doorway said.
"Fuck Carla," Tony said, indicating the girl standing next to him.
"Fuck you!" Carla spat.
"Please ... don't ... you're hurting me!" Donna gasped, crawling toward the man as he pulled harder on her hair.
"Come on, doggy-bitch," Tony laughed, leading her toward the bedroom. He whistled like someone calling a dog to his meal. "In the bedroom, baby." He dragged her behind him. "Chow time."
Donna heard the derisive laughter of the two men and the woman as she was pulled down the hall. Humiliation seemed to surround her like a damp, cold fog.
"Please ... take anything ... just leave me alone," she begged. "I've never done anything to you, why are you-"
Her words became a shriek of pain as he yanked her up to the bed and kicked her to her back.
"Shut up, bitch!" Tony growled, tearing at his greasy-looking jeans. "You make me mad and I ain't promising you'll come out of this alive."
Donna's protests froze in her throat as she watched him shuck out of his jeans, then his leather jacket. When he'd kicked off his boots and stripped his dirty socks off his feet, he tore his shirt open.
"You ain't ever been fucked unless you've been fucked by a biker," he laughed, enjoying the terror in her eyes.
For Donna, time seemed to stop. And in spite of herself, she couldn't help but notice the hard angles of his body, the way his throbbing, rock-hard cock stood straight up. His prick gently slapped his muscled stomach like an angry snake.
"Like my cock?" Tony asked, kneeling on the bed between her legs. "Most of the ladies just beg to suck it and fuck it."
Before Donna could reply, she felt his hands on her body. He ripped her clothing to shreds, then pulled against her panties. The seams gave, making her now totally naked.
"Hey, not bad. Not bad at all," Tony chuckled, looking down at the blonde-gold of her cunt hair. "Bet you have a little pussy like a snapping turtle."
Donna felt the steamy warmth of vomit at the back of her throat. It wasn't a nightmare, it wasn't a horrible dream. It was really happening. She was going to be assaulted, raped, perhaps even beaten!
"No!" she shrieked, raking her nails across his hairy, muscular chest. "You're ... not!"
Jesus, you do see stars, was her only thought when he hit her face with the butt of his palm. She fell back, unable to focus on his grinning face.
"You want to kiss it first, before I fuck you?" she heard a voice from a foggy distance. "Hmmmm, baby? You like chewing on dirty cock?"
Donna's body was numb, even her throat refused to respond. And when he crawled up on her body, she was only vaguely aware of the pressure. Something hairy tickled her between her naked tits.
Finally, she squinted her eyes and saw his cockhead. Thick and round, his prick was just a few inches from her mouth. The man had his knees in her armpits and was kneeling over her face, looking down at her with a hideous smile on his lips.
"Kiss my sweaty cock, bitch," Tony said, pushing his prick down with his right hand. He rolled the tip of his cockshaft over her lips. "Come on, lick out that tongue and tell me how much you like eating off bikers."
Donna locked her lips tightly and turned her head. She closed her eyes until her cheeks burned, to block out this horror.
"You'll have to come up for air sometime," Tony chuckled, pinching her nose shut. "And when you do, here's some hot cock to suck down."
Donna was powerless under his hulking weight. And there was nothing to do to ward off this humiliation, this horror. When she opened her mouth to breathe, he would plunge that monster in her throat.
No ... God, no! she thought.
Seconds passed and her lungs seemed to fill with fire. Still, she held back. Then, when she couldn't take it any longer, she exhaled, then quickly sucked in air.
Along with the precious air came his smelly, foul-tasting slab of cock.
"Aaaaghhhh," she spluttered, feeling her lips slide over the loose foreskin, down to the furry base. Again her air was cut off as his cockhead throbbed between her tonsils, then dug down her throat.
"Shit ... there ain't a pussy in the fucking world this good," Tony said, leaning forward. He withdrew a little, then fucked back down. His balls slapped her chin with a dull smack. "So ... fucking hot and tight ... suck me, cocksucker ... eat me down and gargle out my cum ... "
Donna thought she would choke to death under his savage assault. The worst part of it, however, was the utter humiliation and degradation. She was powerless to prevent anything he might get it in his mind to do. She remembered reading about things like this, but until now, they hadn't seemed real.
"That's good, baby ... all the way down like a fucking baby bird," Tony grunted. He began fucking his cock quickly in and out of her mouth while he held the back of her head. "Suck it ... you cum-licking slut ... eat me down and chew on it ... "
Donna thought she was going to puke and probably would have, but his enormous cock forced the vomit back into her stomach. His crotch was greasy and dirty, smelled of gasoline, sweat and dried piss. And his cock! Dank and filthy, his prick tasted gritty and foul.
"Mmmmffff," she choked, raking her nails over his hips, trying to push him away so she could breathe.
"Hold on ... baby, gonna blow your little mouth full of cum," Tony said, resisting her efforts to push him away.
The thought of having his cock in her throat was bad enough, but to have to suck on his jism! She knew, absolutely knew she would vomit when it happened.
She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable-the horror of having her mouth fucked by this animal.
"Ahhhh ... so fucking nice," Tony groaned, slowing his movements slightly. He then sat back on his haunches, letting his ass crush down on her tits. His cock slipped about halfway out of her mouth. "You like it, baby?" He grinned, looking down at her face.
"Mmmm-unhhh," Donna gurgled, shaking her head.
"You will, don't worry," Tony said. "After we've fucked you for a week, you'll be begging for cock."
A week! What did he mean! Surely they weren't going to stay here the whole time and ... do that to her. Couldn't they just take what they wanted and leave?
"Oh, yeah," Tony said. "This is a perfect setup. All the pussy I want, and a lady to suck me off all night long."
Some of Donna's terror melted, replaced now with anger. How dare he? Even to think he could treat her like a slave!
Without thinking, she bit his cock savagely. Instantly, she regretted it, because he hit her again. This time the sound of his hand slapping her face echoed off the walls like a pistol shot. Pain burned down her spine.
"You try a fucking stunt like that again and I'll break your goddamned neck," Tony said, wincing with pain. "You read me, whore?"
Her eyes wide with pure fear, Donna nodded her head up and down.
"Now you suck me and you fucking enjoy it, bitch!" Tony commanded. "I want to hear you snort and gurgle like the whore pig you are. And while you're licking my dirty cock, I want you to finger-fuck my shitter."
Donna knew if she didn't do as he ordered he would hit her again, or perhaps even do something even more terrible. She began sucking on his prick greedily, then moved her hands to his tight, muscular ass. As her lips sucked to the hairy base of his prick, she fucked her fingertips into his greasy, hairy shitter.
"Mmmmm," she groaned, pretending she was enjoying it. She fingered his ass, lapped her tongue over the rubbery surfaces of his cockshaft. She gave another moan, closing her eyes.
"That's better." Tony grinned. "Now you just keep that up and you'll have lots and lots of cum to eat down."
Not only was she being raped, she was being forced to pretend she liked it! Christ, she couldn't imagine a greater humiliation.
Having a thick, dirty cock inside her throat, waiting to lick down his horrible cum ...
This blond, giant man. This biker, this monster ...
Clean him up, however, and he would look a lot like the man of her fantasy. He was good looking ... and all those muscles ...
What am I thinking!
"Suck me, slut ... suck me real good," Tony said, grinding fully into her throat.
When his crotch hairs scratched the insides of her nose and his balls throbbed against her chin, Donna felt a delicate flutter inside her pussy. It wasn't exactly pleasure, more like when she had to go to the bathroom real bad.
No, it was ... pleasure.
That fact horrified her more than anything else that had happened so far. Her body was betraying her!
The flutter turned into a small spasm, then a jerking convulsion. Her pussy became a cauldron, almost sucking air. She squeezed her knees together as if trying to push out the sensations, but it only made the feelings more intense.
She was going to have an orgasm!
"Mmmmmffff!" she cried, her voice lost in the thick growth of his crotch hairs.
"Now, cum-sucker!" Tony yelled.
When Donna felt his bursting cockhead send a shower of creamy warmth over her tonsils, her own climax riddled her guts. It was an aching release, both delicious and terrible at the same time. She spluttered, sending a shower of cum into his crotch and over his balls.
"All of it, whore ... every fucking drop," Tony said, pounding his ass up and down.
Donna drank eagerly, and while she did, she fucked her fingers harder into his shitter, pushing his crotch savagely against her face. Another steaming burst of climax tore in and out of her cunt.
"Uhnnnn ... there," Tony said at last, forcing in the last of his boiling cum. He held himself against her face, then rolled slightly to his side, pulling Donna with him. "How'd you like it?"
Donna was too stunned with her own responses to answer, even if she could. Her mouth was still full of cock and cum.
Had it actually happened? Did she really have a climax during this madness?
Yes, she had to admit that she did. And odder, it was like no sensation she'd ever experienced before. It had taken her by surprise, then thundered into her guts wildly. Before, when she'd had a climax, she felt satisfied, relieved. Now, however, she wanted more. It was like she'd only gotten a taste. She spit his cock out and began crying.
"No, no, no," she gurgled, sending a stream of greasy cum down to her cheek.
"What's the matter?" Tony said, looking at her evenly. "You gonna tell me you didn't like it?"
"I ... I hated it, you bastard," Donna whimpered. "And ... and I hate you."
"Now that's a pity," Tony mocked. "I was hoping we could be such close friends."
"If you're finished, would you get off and let me go?" Donna said a couple of seconds later.
"You kidding?" Tony laughed. "Baby, you can like it or not-I don't give a shit-but you're here for the duration and so am I."
Just then, one of the men who had come in from the kitchen earlier opened the bedroom door. He stood there grinning, eating a chicken leg.
"How's the cunt?" he asked, smacking.
"Try it on for size," Tony said, crawling off Donna's chest.
"Think I will," the man said, tugging at his shirt.
"Any more chicken in there?" Tony asked, getting off the bed.
"A little. Some beer, too," the man said, throwing his shirt to the floor.
Donna still couldn't believe this was happening. They were going to trade off, fuck her, and raid her refrigerator, drink her beer!
"And, Wayne," Tony said to his buddy, "don't hurt her ... uh, much."
"Naw," Wayne said, looking lustfully at Donna. "You won't hear a scream at all."
"Please ... God, please," Donna said, shivering with new fear.
"You ready for me, baby?" Wayne said, giving Donna a leer. His mouth was greasy from the chicken. "Hmmmmm? You ready for a real fucking, sweetheart?"
Donna watched with fascinated terror as he shucked out of the rest of his clothes. He stood about six-four and was built solidly, not an ounce of fat anywhere. His hair was a red-brown and curly. His face was a study in angles, and covered with scars. His eyes were so brown they were almost black.
Donna covered her tits, feeling more naked than she ever had in her entire life.
"Don't ... please," she begged, her eyes moving to his crotch. His cock was rock hard, standing straight up. "Please ... I'll do anything ... just don't ... "
Wayne walked over to the bed and gave her a smile. While he trailed his eyes over her firm, voluptuous body, he gobbled the rest of the meat off the chicken leg.
"Now what to do with this?" he asked, looking at the bone. "You got any place I can put it, sugar?"
Before Donna could react, her legs were yanked violently apart and he shoved the chicken leg between her thighs.
It was then Donna knew she had descended into a living hell.