Chapter 4
Paul Winslow was almost out of his mind with raging lust from the sight of the terrified girl trying to escape. He was panting heavily form his exertions but as he pulled Laura toward him he savagely yanked her legs apart and feasted his eyes once again on the thin slit of her cunt and the tiny puckered anal opening that lay between her quivering buttocks.
The more Laura fought him the better he liked it. This was so much more enjoyable than having a sex-weary cunt just spread her legs for him. Laura was fresh meat! He knew from his probing finger that no cock had ever been deeply imbedded in the sweet pussy flesh or the constricted anus, and there would be even greater joy for him.
"Get a pillow and put it under her stomach," he ordered Barbara.
The lust-charged secretary instantly let go of Laura and ran to a nearby chair and stripped off its soft cushions. Running back, she lifted Laura with one hand and pushed the cushions under the writhing girl with the other.
Laura's buttocks were now at the right height. Her spread-eagled legs were open and a thin film of perspiration covered her whole blushing body.
"Let me get some vaseline or something to get her ready," Barbara cried out, remembering the first time her own ass-hole had been reamed by a cock and suddenly feeling a little sympathy for the other girl. "You'll tear her apart if you don't get something on her ass-hole!"
"Not a chance, lover!" Paul replied sadistically. "I want her to remember this for the rest of her fucking life!"
He moved ahead quickly until his hotly throbbing cock was jammed between her buttocks and its huge, bulbous tip was resting heavily on the cringing pink hole that led to her rectum.
As the terrible male staff poised at the entrance to her rectal passage, her body tensed and she began to struggle again. But Paul gripped her tightly around the waist with one hand and with sadistic cruelty, plunged the iron-hard cock into her tightly puckered ass-hole.
Laura screamed with pain and began bucking and twisting wildly. Her back passage felt as though it were on fire, although his cock had scarcely penetrated beyond the tight muscular ring at the entrance.
"Hold her down," Paul commanded Barbara.
In a flash, Barbara was in front of her again. The older woman sat down on the carpet heavily and grabbed Laura's arms. Once again her pussy was pressing into Laura's flesh, only this time it was at her head.
Laura smelled the slick female pussy wafting its aroma up to her and she fought down the desire to gag. It was bad enough having the terrible agony of Paul's cock thrusting lewdly into her back passage. It seemed even more obscene to have Barbara's vagina only inches from her mouth.
"Mmmmmnnnn ... stop ... arrrggghhhh ... stoppppp!" she wailed, the words lost in the soft pussy flesh of the other woman.
Laura had never known such pain and degradation. Paul's previous finger probing of her genitals was as nothing compared with this. She moaned and writhed but to no avail, for Barbara held her head firmly, forcing the captive young girl to let her face rub sensuously against the damp cuntal lips.
Behind her, Paul was forcing his tremendous cock, inch by torturous inch, into her anal opening, widening it and sending shivers of stinging pain through her whole body.
He'll tear me apart! Laura thought wildly. I'll never be able to take his thing in there! It's too big! Stark terror overcame her as she felt the charged, rubbery head press on into her inexorably, stretching the tight sphincter farther than it had ever gone before. All she could do was to push herself forward until her face was crushed against Barbara's wetly pulsing cunt.
He'll realize it doesn't fit, she thought, and he'll have to stop! But suddenly, with savage intensity, Paul plunged his massive tool forward with a vicious jerk, forcing the purplish head deep up inside her tightly clenched rectal passage. Laura screamed with pain and she felt as if she would faint from the searing, fiery sensations that shot through her back and bowels.
Taking his time and savoring every centimeter of his progress, Paul inched his lust-engorged cock up into her straining back passage, his brutal pleasure increased by her agonized cries. "Oooooohhhhh, baby!" he grunted as he pushed his long, hot cock into the tensely throbbing interior of her rectum.
Impaled as she was from behind by Paul's rigidly thick cock that ripped into her rectal flesh like a burning sword, and gripped mercilessly in front by Barbara, there was nothing the nakedly kneeling young girl could do but surrender and hope that her terrible ordeal would soon be over. Surrender completely! Her body was wracked by pain and her mind was awash with shame and self-loathing.
Paul began to slowly fuck her in and out, each cruel sodomizing thrust widening the still tightly resistant rear channel. Barbara twisted and jerked her hips, grinding her newly aroused and tingling pussy up into the lovely blonde's wetly smeared face. Paul increased his tempo, his dangling hairy balls slapping at the moistly quivering flesh of Laura's upturned vagina. In her most secret thoughts, she had never imagined such horrible things could happen to anyone-much less to herself.
Yet there was no denying it-she was being lewdly used to satisfy the perverted lusts of the older secretary whose wet cunt massaged her face.
"Shove it to the little bitch!" Barbara spat out as she twisted her hips and ground her pussy into the unwilling girl's face. "Ream that little ass-hole out good! Fuck her ... FUCK
HERRRRRRRR!"
Tears of shame and humiliation poured down Laura's cheeks and mingled with the female come from Barbara's gaping cunt. She was being literally torn apart by the obscene male penis and she was almost overwhelmed by the grinding pressure that sent agonized shocks through her trembling body.
Suddenly she knew that the only way she could shorten this torture was to let them both satisfy their obscene lusts quickly. Only then could she find the precious relief her mind and body had to have. As hateful as the idea seemed, there was no other way. The more she fought them the more prolonged would be her punishment. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she began to relax her tensed limbs and let Paul enter her more easily. It was more difficult than she thought, but finally, using all of her willpower, she slowly let her muscles relax.
Surprisingly, the pain lessened and she felt the first faint glimmer of hope for herself. It was still awful, of course, but at least she felt she would not be torn apart.
Barbara felt her resistance gone and here eyes lit up with delight. By God, she told herself, the little bitch is easing up and not fighting so much. Her lust-charged pussy was burning up with desire and she ground it more cruelly against Laura's face.
"Lick it," she whispered in a lewd voice to the other girl, "Lick my pussy ... go ahead ... tongue it ... oh, yes ... that's it ... stick your tongue against it and suck ... SUCK!"
It was almost more than Laura could stand but she opened her lips slightly and the pink tip of her tongue came out to thrust against Barbara's twisting pussy flesh. The come-slickened pubic hair was revolting but Laura intuitively suspected that the private secretary was near orgasm so she began to tentatively lick at the horrid flesh.
Behind them, Paul Winslow saw what was happening and redoubled his terrible cock-thrusts deep up into Laura's ass-hole. He was fucking for dear life-as if he would never again experience anything so wonderfully obscene.
"Shake your ass ... move it, bitch ... MOVE IT!" he commanded, sweat pouring down his face. The tight little hole was massaging his throbbing cock like a thousand tiny fingers and it felt better than anything he had ever experienced. He looked down to see the pink flesh pull outward in a ragged edge as his prick pulled out of the beautiful hole. Then, as he rammed it forward, the flesh pulled inward as his groin ground into her quivering ass-cheeks.
All three bodies heaved and twisted shamelessly, each of them fighting for something different. For Laura the shame and humiliation was lessened by the fact that she had no other choice but to submit her lovely body to the obscene rapists at her front and rear. Let them do what they wanted with her, it was as if she were only a spectator to this lewd scene, with only the agonizing pain to remind her that it was her virginal body that was the object of their perversions.
Without being aware of what was happening, she intensified her tonguing of the contracting pussy and relaxed her ass muscles even more, opening the way for Paul's slicing, pounding penis to come into her anal hole as deeply as he wanted. For all she cared now he could tear her apart! destroy her!
Sensing her new abandon, Paul thrust his blood-engorged tool deeper and deeper, his hips pumping furiously. Barbara had lost herself in the radiantly sensual feelings that suffused her hotly throbbing vaginal cave and moaned passionately under Laura's flashing tongue.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYY-EEESSSSSSSSS!"
Paul grunted and heaved his burgeoning penis deeply into Laura's rectal passage, and she received his iron blows with increased terror. Despite herself, she began to drive her nakedly rotating buttocks backwards, actually opening herself to his thick, mighty organ deep inside her forever stretched rectum.
Suddenly she was almost overwhelmed by a new sensation. Instead of pain she was feeling pleasure! Tingling electrical shocks were coursing through her lower body and waves of ecstasy were replacing the agony. She blushed furiously at the awful thought that she could actually be enjoying this"! But there was no mistaking the fact that she loved the powerful thrusts of Paul's cock. It seemed to answer a deep, never before acknowledged need to be completely battered and used. It was as if all her nerve endings had been taken out of herself and thrust forcibly into a churning maelstrom of erotic sensation. She was being caught up in whirling, boiling vortex of excitement. I want it, she realized with amazement. I want to be hurt! I have to be punished!
At the same time she felt a sense of guilt so overwhelming that she almost fainted. Everything her mother had always warned her about was coming true. Men were animals! But even worse, she was no better than an animal herself!
She was too excited and charged with lust to realize that she was about to convulse with the onrush of orgasm, grinding her naked buttocks back against Paul's heatedly pistoning cock, he could feel his white-hot sperm gathering in his throbbing balls, welling up and churning towards ultimate release. "Ah ... ahhhhhhh ... AHHHHHHH..." she moaned as the tension grew.
Barbara also felt her excitement double. Her entire vaginal sheath seemed to contract and bear downward with violent intensity as Laura, caught up in the onrush of climax, whirled and rammed her tongue madly in the gaping cunt. "OOOOOOHHHHH! I ... I'M COMMMMIIIINNNGGGG!" she shrieked loudly, as her heated vaginal walls suddenly began to secrete the sweet aching essence that gushed forth and washed like a steaming vapor down her wildly streaming pussy, cascading over Laura's plunging tongue and onto the girl's face.
"AAAAGGGGHHHHHH!" Paul cried as his white-hot sperm began shooting far up into the tightly convulsing rectum of his newest conquest. Laura felt the boiling, surging river enter her hungrily milking rectum in a hot gush and spread throughout her trembling loins. Her sensually alive body felt as though it were shattering in a million pieces as her eagerly pulsating cuntal sheath gushed its own warm fluid in complete response to the mad climax that rocked the room. Closing her eyes, she could see wild explosions like starbursts of rocket fire behind her eyes, as she strained backwards, opening, opening, opening her ass-hole farther than she ever had before.
After draining the last of his thick, male fluid deep into her wildly clasping anal canal, Paul removed his still gorged, thick cockhead with a pop from her stretched and aching hole and slumped, exhausted on the floor.
Laura was shocked to realize that despite the torment, she felt strangely empty once it was gone. Barbara, her passion also ebbing away, sank back on the floor breathing heavily.
Finally released from their cruel grip, Laura raised her battered young body upwards. As her mind swirled, trying to gain consciousness, she suddenly knew that she had entered upon a path from which there was no escape for her. It had been terrible-awful-to be forced to submit to such shame and degradation. But she could see from the smug, obscene smiles on the faces of the other two that they shared her secret. She had actually enjoyed the obscene rape of her own ass-hole by the man. A sudden flood of shame washed over her and she crumpled in a heap on the floor, wishing she could die.
"Oh no," she sobbed. "No ... no ... no..."
Then, mercifully, she fainted.
Laura awoke suddenly as cool water from the swimming pool splashed against her naked flesh. She sat up groggily and saw that Barbara and Paul were lazily swimming back and forth, both of them completely nude. They were oblivious of her, laughing and giggling as Paul's hand tried to close on Barbara's thrashing legs.
The guilt and shame-ridden young blonde sat there for a few moments without stirring, unable to completely comprehend where she was or what was happening. She could see that she too was naked but she made no move to cover herself. When, at last, she did move slightly, she felt a searing pain go through her lower body and the nightmare of her forced sexual assault came back to her. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes as she remembered her own pleasure.
"Hey, lover, I think our young friend is awake!" Barbara called out to Paul.
"Ready for some action, baby?" Paul asked lewdly, swimming over to the edge of the pool where Laura sat. There was a smirk on his handsome face and an obscene look in his eyes.
"I ... I ... want to go home now," Laura managed to say, blushing deeply as Paul's eyes roamed over her nakedly exposed flesh. She could feel the goose bumps rising and knew that her nipples were hardening.
God how she hated these two people. It was all that she could do to face them now. They had done something so awful that she would never forgive them!
"Home? Shit, the party is just starting!" Paul announced, pulling himself from the pool and reaching for a nearby towel to dry himself. Even this act was obscene to the young girl. He rubbed his body sensuously with the soft material, taking long minutes to wipe the moisture from his dangling cock. Even soft it looked huge. Then he tossed the towel aside and went to the bar and poured three tall drinks. He brought them back and sat down beside Laura, handing her one. Barbara had swum to the edge of the pool and stayed in the water while she sipped the drink Paul gave her.
"Here, drink this," he said, thrusting the glass at her.
She took it, remembering how the others had made her mind fuzzy. The thing she wanted most in the world at this moment was to blur the awful memories racing around her tortured brain.
The alcohol was immediately effective. Laura gulped it greedily, praying for relief. When that was gone, Paul laughed and went to get her another. She drink this one even quicker than the other and soon her mind was blurred and she had trouble focusing her eyes.
"Hey, take it easy, baby," he said with a lewd grin, "we don't want you getting drunk on us!"
Suddenly the front door slammed and a look of terror came to Paul's previously self-assured face.
"Who in the fuck is that?" he whispered.
"Burglars?" Barbara answered in reply, her own face white.
Loud voices were coming from the front hallway.
"Oh, my God, it sounds like Mr. Pearson!" Paul said in a frightened voice. His eyes darted around until he saw his discarded swimming trunks. He scurried over to them and pulled them on quickly. "For God's sake," he said to Laura and Barbara, "get your fucking suits on, hurry up!"
Laura watched dazedly as Barbara came out of the water and swiftly put on her bikini. She wondered drunkenly who Mr. Pearson could be and why Paul and Barbara would be so frightened. The voices in the hallway were laughing now.
"Get her dressed, for chrissakes, while I go and see if I can smooth this over," Paul hissed at Barbara. Then he looked down at Laura, a mixture of fright and anger on his handsome face. "You better keep your mouth shut about what happened here, get it? If you don't, I'll ... I'll ... " his voice trailed off with frustration.
Then he turned and quickly went out of the room toward the voices.
"Hurry, get this on," Barbara said to Laura, thrusting the bra and bikini bottom at the confused girl.
"But, who's Mr. Pearson?" Laura asked, her voice slurred.
"He's the president of the fucking company, that's who!" Barbara answered, helping Laura to pull the bikini bottom up over her aching hips and buttocks. "We're all in big trouble if he finds out what happened here tonight!"
"But, I didn't do anything ... you forced me ... you ... raped me!" Laura protested. "I'll tell him everything you made me do ... how you fooled me into coming up here and everything!"
Barbara knelt down beside the lovely blonde and slapped her as hard as she could across the face.
"You do and we'll fix it so you'll never work in this city again!" she spat out at the terrified girl. "Besides, he wouldn't believe you after I tell him how we've been having these threesomes for months!"
"But that would be a lie!" Laura retorted, her confusion deepening.
"Who do you think he'd believe, the company vice-president or an oversexed little bitch like you?"
Laura knew she was lost. Barbara was right. Why should anyone believe that a person could be as naive as she was. No one else would have let themselves get into a situation like this.
Laura and Barbara looked up as Paul Winslow re-entered the room with a silver-haired, distinguished looking man of about sixty. A thin, pretty woman in her early twenties followed them. The woman looked extremely bored but the older man's face wore a look of acute anger.
"This is Mr. Pearson, ladies," Paul said in an emotion-charged voice. "Mr. Pearson, this is Miss Sherwood, my secretary, and this is..." he pointed toward Laura. " ... this is Miss Jones from the typing pool. like I told you, we just came up to do some sales budgets."
"Rot!" Mr. Pearson said, staring at the two women. "I've heard all about your sexual activities, Paul. And you know the company policy about fraternizing with female employees. I don't care what you do in your free time unless it's with employees or on company property!"
"But..." Paul started to protest, only to be silenced by Mr. Pearson.
"I don't want to hear any excuses," he said firmly. His eyes went down to Laura and he stared at the deep, purple bruises that were on her thighs and arms from Paul's strong fingers. "What have you been doing to that girl?"
"Doing to her?" Paul replied nervously, crossing to stand beside Laura. "We haven't been doing anything, have we Miss Jones? Tell him the truth! You got those bruises before you came here, didn't you?"
His voice was pleading.
Laura suddenly began to cry hysterically.
"I knew something was wrong," Mr. Pearson said, coming over to them and putting his arm around Laura's shoulders to comfort her. Her whole body was trembling uncontrollably. "Susan, take Miss Jones and put her to bed. I want to talk to these two!"
Still sobbing, Laura felt herself being led out of the room by the older man's young companion. The girls fingers were tender on Laura's arm as they went down a long hallway toward the back of the house.
Susan turned into a dark bedroom and flicked on the light switch. It was as luxuriously furnished as the rest of the lodge with a king-sized bed, heavy oak dressers, and soft carpeting.
"Come on, honey, get under the covers and I'll tuck you in," Susan said. "You look like you've had quite an evening. What in the hell happened?"
Suddenly the whole story was pouring from Laura's lips. Susan listened with mounting anger as the young blonde told how she had been duped into coming to the lodge and then had her rectum violated by Paul Winslow while being forced to suck Barbara's pussy.
"Whew!" she said finally when the story was complete. "Pearson will have their asses for this. He mentioned on the way up that there had been complaints about Paul before this. I'll bet he fires them both!"
When she was safely snuggled under the warm covers, Laura took a good look at the other girl. Susan seemed to be about the same age as herself but there was an air of experience and boredom about her that made her seem years older. She was thin but well-built, with short black hair that framed her perfect features.
"Do you work for Mr. Pearson?" Laura asked, puzzled by the fact that she had never seen Susan in the office.
Susan sat down on the bed beside Laura before answering. She seemed to be trying to read the blonde's face.
"In a manner of speaking," she said finally, tucking the covers under Laura's chin. "I, uh, help Mr. Pearson out occasionally with, uh, personal problems."
There was something vague and mysterious about the words but Laura was too emotionally drained and physically exhausted to inquire further.
"Look, honey, why don't you try and get some sleep now. I'm going in to talk to Mr. Pearson. I'm sure everything will be straightened out and you'll probably go back to the city tomorrow, all right?"
Laura nodded gratefully. The bed was incredibly soft and she was already starting to doze off. She was barely aware that Susan had clicked off the light and quietly shut the door.
Susan strode back toward the front room cursing under her breath. She hadn't had the heart to tell the dazed and violated young girl that she was a call girl-a prostitute really, albeit a high-priced one-who catered often to Mr. Pearson's erotic tastes. There was nothing that Susan hadn't done with her body but she was furious that Paul Winslow and his secretary could have used Laura Jones so badly. Fucking perverts, she thought, they may have fucked her up for life!
It was one thing to screw somebody who was willing-eager even-to satisfy whatever lusts a person had. But it was something else entirely to take a naive and innocent girl like Laura and subject her to anal intercourse and cunnilingus.
I hope the fuck that Pearson fires them both, she said to herself.
She heard their loud vices as she neared the front room. Paul was angrily denying that Laura had been anything but a willing participant and Barbara was nodding her head as if to reinforce what he was saying. Arnold Pearson sat on a soft couch, a glass of bourbon in his hand and an angry look on his face. He turned to Susan when she entered the room.
"What did she tell you, Susan?" he asked quietly but firmly.
Susan told him the whole story, sparing him none of the sordid details. He sipped his drink as she went on, showing little emotion, except to stare at Paul occasionally.
"God damn it!" he said when she had completed the story. "I suspected that it was something like this." He turned to face Paul. "Lew Gossett was telling me about that last sales conference in Chicago. He said he had to pay some young hooker off after you had finished working her over!"
"I was drunk," Paul said lamely, looking at the floor.
"According to Lew, you and a couple of your men tried to gang rape her and when she wouldn't go along you beat the hell out of her. Is that right?"
"I might have slapped her a few times," Paul admitted dully. He knew his entire career was on the line and that it would do no good to lie to Pearson at this point. "Besides, she tried to bite my penis!"
If Arnold Pearson had heard the last remark he ignored it. He seemed to be lost in thought. A deep frown wrinkled his forehead as he finished the drink and then stood up. Despite the anger he felt at Paul Winslow and his secretary, Arnold Pearson was tremendously excited by the thought of Laura Jones' ordeal. His heart raced at the erotic thought of the virginal young girl forced to spread her unwilling young legs while Paul Winslow rammed his cock into her desperately clenching rectum.
At sixty years of age, Arnold Pearson was usually bored and indifferent to sex. Since the death of his wife several years ago he had submerged himself in building up the business, with scarcely a thought to his physical erotic needs. Oh, he still needed the physical release of a pussy occasionally. When he felt that familiar warmth in his groin and the mental distraction that always followed it, he called Susan and made arrangements to bring her up to the lodge. Then, for two or three days they would enjoy a prolonged bout of fucking that left him sated and bored again. They were here for just such a purpose tonight and he was angry and resentful at Paul bringing the two women here without his permission.
His thick cock was pounding as he went over every detail of Susan's description of how the obscene Paul and Barbara had used the young typist. Christ, he thought to himself, she looked so young and innocent standing there in her bikini and crying hysterically. He wondered if Laura really were a virgin as Susan had said. It had been almost forty years since he had felt the surge of excitement at ramming his cock into a virginal cunt. He tried to imagine what it would be like to spread Laura's luscious legs and gaze down at the helplessly sweet cunt before sliding his rampaging penis deep into that delicious slit.
"What are you going to do?" Susan asked with a look of distaste for the company vice-president and his secretary.
"Let me think a minute," Arnold replied, his mind racing with lewd and obscene thoughts. A voice in the back of his mind was saying why not? Why not take advantage of the situation and fuck the lovely blonde typist? The damage had already been done by Paul Winslow and nothing could ever change the fact that her ass-hole was-no longer virginal. Besides, he thought, I'll have to pay her off to keep her from going to the police. I might as well get my money's worth!
Suddenly he smiled.
Paul and Barbara were flabbergasted at the change in his countenance but they wisely kept silent.
"Maybe I can straighten this thing out without getting the police involved in this," he said, anxious to leave these three people and go to Laura's bedroom, "we wouldn't want any bad publicity for the company, would we?"
"Good thinking, Mr. Pearson!" Paul said fawningly. He was shaking with relief.
"But what are you going to do, Arnie?" Susan asked earnestly. She recognized the look of erotic excitement on his face and she didn't like it at all. "I mean, you aren't going to let them off that easy are you?"
"This is really none of your affair, Susan," Arnold replied stiffly. "After all, you're only a guest. This happens to be company business!"
"Shit! You're going to let them off after what they did to that poor girl?"
"That's enough of that," Arnold said firmly. He was more than a little fed up with the dark-haired prostitute. What the hell did she care what happened to Laura Jones after all the cocks she had had in her mouth and ass-hole? "You'll have to stay out of this and let me make the decisions!"
Paul was beaming happily now.
"Right, Mr. Pearson. I'm sure you can smooth everything over. I'm telling you, Laura really dug it after we got started." He turned to Barbara for support. "Didn't she, Barbara? Go ahead and tell Mr. Pearson how hot the little bitch got when she came!"
"She almost ate my pussy out," Barbara said, reaching down between her legs and feeling the dark muff of her pubis. "I'll bet I've got teeth marks there!"
What the hell, Arnold Pearson thought, it's gone too far now to turn back. The pulsing mound at his groin was beginning to swell and he was anxious to get away from these three. Susan still looked petulant but she would get over it when he added a nice bonus to her usual payment.
"Why don't the three of you relax and enjoy yourselves while I go and talk to Miss Jones?" he said slyly, winking at Paul Winslow. He could see that Paul immediately got the message. "Susan, nothing's changed except that we're going to have a party instead of just a twosome!"
Susan shrugged in resignation. She had tried but it was no longer any of her business what they did to Laura Jones. She had come up here to fuck and she could fuck three or four people as easily as just Arnold. What did she care? her eyes were already roving over the handsome body of Paul Winslow. It had been a long time since she had had a customer as highly-sexed and well-hung as the good-looking man.
"You mean you want me to screw these two?" she asked Arnold Pearson, already knowing what the answer would be. There was a warm glow spreading through her damp pussy as she began stripping off her dress.
"Well, there's no reason you three shouldn't become better acquainted while I take care of the other business!"
He turned and left the room quickly, almost overjoyed at the way the weekend had turned out.
"Who's there?" Laura Jones whispered nervously when Arnold quietly opened the bedroom door.
"It's just me, honey," Arnold replied smoothly, shutting the door behind him with one hand as the other went down to the throbbing bulge at his groin.