Chapter 1

"Honey, calm down, will you. There's nothing to get so upset about. I'll be out of here by next Friday at the latest. I'm sorry but it just can't be helped."

Joni Parker listened anxiously to her husband's voice on the telephone.

"But, Jack, you said you'd be home tomorrow!"

"I know I did, honey," his smooth voice said, "but we've run into a couple of problems we didn't anticipate. It's just a matter of putting all the machinery together now."

"But ... but, can't the local people handle it?" she asked, almost pleading with him. "It's not fair ... it isn't!"

"Hey, don't do this to me, Joni," Jack replied. "You knew what my job was like when you married me. The company expects me to go where I'm needed ... they pay me a hell of a lot of money and I can't just pick up and leave them now!"

Joni hated the job that kept her handsome young husband away from her so much. In the six short months of their marriage he had spent almost half of it away from her. That's what I get for marrying an engineer! she thought to herself, trying to fight back the bitterness she felt.

"Honey? Are you there?" he said when she didn't reply.

"Yes, I'm here," she answered, dejected and lonely.

"Well, there's at least one bit of good news. You know that honeymoon I've been promising you? Well, the boss said I could have two weeks starting when this job is over. How does that sound? Why don't you go through those travel brochures and pick out a spot for us and make reservations. By this time next week we'll be laying on the beach in Hawaii or Acapulco!"

Despite her previous depression, Joni suddenly felt wonderful. After all these months the long delayed honeymoon was about to become a reality.

"Oh, Jack, that's wonderful! I can't wait to decide where we'll go! Kiss that big ugly boss of yours for me, will you?"

"And have everybody here think we're a couple of fags?" Jack laughed. "No thanks, honey, you do that yourself the next time you see him!"

"I'd rather it was you I was kissing ... right now!"

"Is that all you'd do if I was there?" Joni blushed prettily.

"None of that kind of talk," she replied, feeling good for the first time since Jack had gone to San Francisco.

"I've got to get back to work now. I'll call you Thursday night and let you know what time I'll be in. All right?"

"All right."

"I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Jack...."

"Got to go now. Have a good week and look for me Friday!"

Jack Parker's attractive young wife listened numbly as her husband hung up the phone. Then she slowly placed the receiver in its cradle and lit a cigarette. After a deep puff, she rose and began to search the desk for the travel brochures they had accumulated over the months. The names and images of the exotic resorts flashed through her mind as she pulled them out and spread them on the desk, marveling at the glossy pictures of beautiful sandy beaches and palm trees.

"Oh, it's going to be wonderful!" she said aloud to herself.

The thought of the belated honeymoon made Joni look even more lovely. Her bright hazel eyes sparkled as she scanned the folders. She had a pert, slightly-upturned nose, full pink lips, and a creamy complexion. She wore very little makeup; indeed, little was needed to fully accentuate the youthful beauty of her face, framed by a soft cascade of light brown hair that fell about her shoulders in waves. Her trim figure, clad in a vivid green silk blouse and expensive bell-bottomed slacks, was petite, but alluringly rounded. Two firmly thrust young breasts pushed proudly against the restraining cloth of her bra and blouse, like large ripe pears. Her hips and buttocks, a miracle of supple female flesh, flared gracefully outward from the narrow line of her waist and abdomen. Her legs, well-formed and slender, tapered down to her delicate slipper clad feet.

At nineteen, Joni was a decidedly curvaceous and desirable women, with a face and figure that never failed to turn heads, both male and female.

The telephone rang again as she was trying to decide which of the resorts to pick for their trip. She went to it quickly and picked it up with trembling fingers, hoping against hope that Jack would be calling again to tell her that he would be home today after all instead of Friday.

"Hello...."

"Mrs. Parker ... this is Al Greenwood." Joni's brow broke into a puzzled furrow. Neither the name not the voice was familiar to her. "Who?"

"Al Greenwood," the voice repeated. "I'm the security officer on duty in the lobby."

Suddenly she put a face with the name. She and Jack lived in a hi-rise apartment building in an expensive section of Los Angeles. It was a total-security building with a private security officer on duty around the clock. Al Greenwood, she remembered, was the pudgy middle-aged man who had been hired last week. She shivered a little as she recalled how wantonly he had eyed her only the day before when she went out on an errand.

"Yes, what is it?" she asked, anxious to get back to the travel brochures.

"There's a couple of guys here who say they want to see your husband. Shall I let them in?"

"My husband is away on business," she replied. Jack hadn't told of that he was expecting anyone and she had no intention of letting a stranger into the sanctity of her luxurious apartment with him away. "Please tell them to call his office if it's important for them to get in touch with him."

"Hang on a minute, I'll give them the message," Al Greenwood said.

She waited with the telephone pressed against her ear for a few minutes.

"Mrs. Parker, one of them says he's Mr. Parker's cousin. Will you talk to him?"

Joni was even more puzzled now. Although she had never met his family who lived in New York State, Jack certainly wouldn't have the kind of relatives who arrived uninvited. Still, she knew she had to speak to the man.

"Put him on," she said.

In a moment a strange voice was on the other end.

"Hello, Joni, this is Bob Parker, Jack's cousin. Isn't Jack home or what? Christ, I was looking forward to seeing him after all these years!"

"I'm sorry, Bob. Jack was called out of town and won't be back until later in the week," Joni said, wondering how the cousin knew her name. "If you'll give me your telephone number I'll try and get in touch with Jack and have him call you."

There was a pause at the other end.

"You mean you aren't going to invite me up ... his own cousin? Is this the kind of hospitality that California is famous for?" There was a hard edge in the man's voice. "After I come all the way out here from New York to see him?"

The lovely young bride felt badly immediately. Jack would never forgive her if she sent his own cousin away without inviting him up to the apartment. She could call Jack and let him talk to Bob Parker and then send the cousin away with a cup of coffee and a sandwich. What the hell, it was no big thing, she thought to herself.

"Of course you can come up," she said quickly. "Let me speak to the security officer and I'll tell him to give you directions."

Al Greenwood came back on the telephone and she told him that it was all right to send the men upstairs and asked him to direct them. He seemed hesitant, lowering his voice and speaking almost in a whisper.

"Are you sure you want me to, Mrs. Parker. These two guys look a little ... you know, a little grubby!"

She was in no mood to argue. Her day had already been spoiled and she wanted to get the visit over as quickly as possible.

"Just send them up," she replied firmly.

When she had replaced the telephone in its cradle she went to the door and waited for the buzzer to ring. As she waited she wondered what Jack's cousin Bob would be like. She knew almost nothing about his family-only that he had been raised in upstate New York and that his parents were dead. Joni had been a temporary typist in Jack's office when they had met. Their courtship had been a swift one, culminating in a civil ceremony in the city hall. Joni's own parents had written that they couldn't attend or even visit until later in the year.

The buzzer rang.

She threw open the door and was surprised to see two thoroughly disreputable young men staring back at her. For an irrational moment she considered closing the door quickly. My God, she thought to herself, they look like members of a motorcycle gang!

"What's the matter," the nearest of the two said in a sly, insinuating voice that she immediately disliked, "ain't you going to let us in?"

Startled out of her thoughts, she stepped back and let them pass her into the front room, acutely conscious of the avidly obscene glances they gave her as they passed. I've got to get them out of here quickly, she thought, realizing why Mr. Greenwood had been hesitant to admit them.

"Hi, Joni," the one who had spoken before said, "I'm Bob Parker. This other ape is my good buddy Chico ... no last name, just Chico!"

Bob Parker extended a grimy hand.

Confused and alarmed by the look of the two youths, Joni took it gingerly with a feeling of repulsion. Both of them wore dirty jeans, t-shirts that looked as though they hadn't been washed in months, and leather vests.

Suddenly she gasped as he gripped her fingers in his strong hand and pulled her roughly toward him, his other hand coming up to clasp her waist.

"W-w-what are you doing?" she wailed, frightened and trying to push away from him.

"I just want a little kiss," Bob Parker laughed without mirth. "Isn't it customary to kiss the bride, Chico?"

"Do whatever you want with the bride," the other youth said sarcastically, "I want a drink. Where's the booze, lady?"

Joni was still struggling when she felt Bob's unshaven face press against hers and his lips searching for her mouth. My God, she thought, this can't be happening to me ... it can't be!

"I asked you where the booze was, baby?"

She heard the one called Chico speaking to her as she beat her fists against Bob Parker's chest and wailed loudly.

"Stop it ... please, let me go!"

He planted a long, wet kiss on her cheek and then suddenly released her. She jumped back, almost stumbling, a shiver running up her spine when she felt Chico reach out to steady her. His calloused fingers bit into the tender flesh of her arm.

"Hey, take it easy, baby, I ain't going to hurt you none," he said. "Just tell me where you keep the damned booze, will you!"

"Get out of here, both of you," she screamed, terrified of the evil-looking youths. She didn't care now who they were or how much Jack would complain about her throwing out his cousin-she wanted no part of the frightening men! "You'd better leave right now or I'll ... I'll ... "

"You'll what?" Bob asked with a sneer on his lips.

"I'll call the police!"

"Hey, Chico, did you hear what she said? She's going to call the police! Think she means it?"

Chico shrugged and started opening cabinet doors, searching for the liquor supply.

"Who gives a shit! She's your fucking relative ... not mine!"

Joni was seized with fear as she watched Chico rifling the cabinets while Bob stared at her with a look of supreme amusement on his darkly handsome face. Then, he reached out and before she could escape, clutched her arm again. His dark eyes nearly paralyzed her with the intensity of them.

"Don't you ever threaten me with the police, bitch!" he spat out, cupping his free hand and bringing it up swiftly and slapping her across the face.

Stars exploded in Joni's mind and she felt a horrible pain in her cheeks. She would have collapsed had it not been for the strong hand that still held her.

"Uuuunnngggghhhh!" she cried out in agony.

"Hey, I found it!" Chico cried out triumphantly. "I found the fucking booze!"

"Pour us all a drink, will you," Bob said to his friend. Then he turned back to Joni. "Make it a large one for my cousin's gorgeous bitch!"

Tears of rage and pain were coursing down the brutalized young wife's face as she clawed at his gripping hand. Oh God, what am I going to do? she asked silently, trembling with the awful fear that had suddenly overwhelmed her.

"I don't want any," she screamed, hoping beyond hope that the cry would carry through the soundproofed walls of the luxurious apartment.

"Pour her one!" Bob ordered, grinning evilly and finally relaxing his grip.

The movement caught her off-guard and she found herself sprawling down into a huge soft chair behind her, her legs quivering.

"What do you want of me?" she whispered up at Bob Parker.

"Want? Shit, baby, I just want to pay a friendly little visit my cousin's new wife. Is there anything wrong with that? Man, I'd of come sooner if I knew what a sweet little pussy he married!"

"Jack will kill you for this!" she spat out at him, her anger rising once again. "You'd better get out of here before he comes home and finds you!"

Bob chuckled obscenely.

"Don't give me that shit, baby. I already called his office and found out he was in San Francisco and won't be back until the end of the week! Don't lie to me like that again, understand?"

Joni nodded numbly.

Chico came over with three glasses and a bottle of expensive bourbon. He didn't look at Joni as he poured the three drinks and handed two to Bob.

"There you are, buddy," he said, setting the bottle down on the coffee table and drinking deeply from his own glass. When the glass was empty he made a face while he patted his bulging stomach. "Man, that's good booze!"

"Nothing but the best for my old cousin Jack!" Bob said, holding out one of the glasses for Joni. "Here you are, baby, drink up."

Her mind exploding with alarm, Joni took the glass from him, her eyes searching for some sign of humanity in the brutish youth. She could see that he was about Jack's age. He was tall, with long black straight hair. His face was craggy and fierce, yet frighteningly handsome. The thin t-shirt he wore fully revealed his thickly muscled arms and their bulging biceps. His chest, sculptured like a boxer's, was tufted with dark curling hair and his stomach muscles rippled with rock-hard flesh that showed above the tight, low-cut levis. The tight material of the jeans molded to every inch of his massive thighs and was stained with grease and dirt. The bulge of his crotch, incredibly huge, was an obscenely vulgar mound.

He isn't wearing any underwear, she thought, icy prickles of terror racing through her as she saw the vivid outline of his cock, like a thick piece of hose beneath the tight material. He wore dirt-encrusted motorcycle boots.

"Like what you see, honey?" he asked, seeing her eyes rove almost uncontrollably over his massive, muscular frame.

Her face colored from embarrassment at being caught staring at his animal-like body. She ignored his question.

"W-what do you want from me?" He laughed harshly.

"One thing at a time, baby," he said, turning to Chico. "Hey, man, why don't you see if there's anything to eat in the kitchen. I sure could use a sandwich or something!"

He waited until Chico had left the room and then turned his full attention to Joni once again.

"Did Jack ever mention me?" he asked, sitting down on the floor in front of her and pouring himself another drink.

"I don't think so," she replied. "Jack doesn't talk about his family much."

"I wonder why?" he asked, chuckling to himself. "I guess he must be ashamed of us ... him being such a big success and everything!"

Joni racked her brain, trying to remember the few things that Jack had told her about his earlier life and his family. It amounted to almost nothing.

"Let me give you a little bit of family history, baby. He must have told you his folks died when he was a kid, didn't he?" Joni nodded.

"Well, my ma and pa took your little Jackie in! He was an orphan and in my family we take care of our own!" The bitterness in his voice was obvious. "We had a small farm in upstate New York and Jack must have been about ten when he came to live with us. I got six brothers and sisters and, let me tell you something, baby, we all worked our ass off on that shitty little few acres of fucking rock and weeds! All of us, that is, except Jack! Jack didn't turn a Goddamned hand helping us ... oh no! Jack was too fucking delicate for farm work! Jack was going to college and become an engineer like his folks wanted!" Bob's voice was rising with anger and his eyes were blazing as he began to tremble with remembered injustices. "Shit! You'd of thought Jack was a fucking paying guest instead of someone we took in off the street!"

Stunned, Joni sat and listened to the enraged tirade. There was no question that Bob Parker's emotions were genuine-however unfair they might be.

"And you know the worst thing? All the while the dirty bastard was living off the fat of the fucking land while we worked our asses off for him, he was laughing at us! We were just dirty little hillbillies who didn't have any manners ... not good enough for Jackie-boy! Did he tell you that my old man mortgaged the fucking farm to send him to college? Or that they foreclosed on the place last year because pa couldn't pay it off? Or that he didn't even answer my mother's letters asking for money?"

"B-b-but, Jack couldn't do that! He wouldn't!"

"Wouldn't huh? My folks had the farm sold out from under them while your fucking husband was sitting out here in the sun making a fucking bundle every year! That's what kind of shit you married, baby? What so you think of the bastard now?"

Joni couldn't believe it was true! Jack is a good, decent, kind person, she told herself, he wouldn't turn his back on someone who helped him!

"Garbage, that's what he is ... garbage!" Bob spat out, pouring another drink and downing it in one gulp. "Well, Jackie-boy has a little surprise in store for him!"

"What are you going to do?" Joni asked in a whisper, her eyes widening with terror at the savage tone of his voice.

"I'm going to get my revenge, baby! Revenge! You dig?"

They were interrupted as Chico came back into the room carrying a handful of hastily made sandwiches that dripped bits of food on the plush carpet.

"Here you go, buddy," he said, thrusting a sandwich at Bob, "this is the best I could do."

Bob cursed and knocked the sandwich away, spraying the room with pieces of meat and tomato. "Fuck it, I ain't hungry anymore! I got something better on my mind!"

He turned to face Joni, a strange lewd smile on his curling lips. He looked down to see that she hadn't tasted her drink.

"Drink your booze, bitch! It'll make it easier for you!"

"I don't want anything to drink," she wailed, terrified by the latent violence in the youth that was about to surface. His words were still ringing in her ears-revenge! Somehow she had to warn Jack-call the police-anything! She saw that Chico had collapsed on the couch, his mouth full of food and a glass of bourbon in his other hand. Her eyes suddenly lighted on the intercom that connected her apartment with the guard post downstairs in the lobby. If she could only get to it and scream for help!

"Are you going to drink or do I have to force you, baby?" Bob said, a hard edge to his deep voice.

"I need some water," she pleaded. "I can't drink this straight!"

"Sure, honey, anything to make you happy," he replied, pulling himself up off the floor and starting for the kitchen. "A little chaser coming right up. Hey, Chico, keep an eye on our friend here, will you?"

Chico nodded, not looking up.

As soon as Bob Parker's back disappeared into the kitchen, Joni shot a look at Chico and saw that he was looking in the other direction. She scrambled up quickly and ran for the intercom. Oh God, let me make it, she cried silently.

"Hey!" Chico yelled, suddenly aware of what she was doing. He threw his drink and half-eaten sandwich aside and ran to intercept her. "None of that, you dirty bitch!"

He grabbed her wrist before she could reach the wall.

"Ooooohhhhh! You're hurting me," she screamed.

"You ain't seen nothing yet, cunt," he sneered, hurling her to the floor. "I'll break your fucking neck if you try a stunt like that again. Hey, Bob, get your ass in here ... this little bitch is acting up!"

Bob came running back into the room, a look of anger on his face. He towered over the terrified girl and drew back his greasy boot to kick her. Frightened beyond belief, Joni glanced up at him with pleading eyes, trembling violently as she tensed her body for the expected assault.

Then, as if thinking better of the idea, Bob relaxed his foot and let it come down.

"You dirty bitch!" he sneered. "You'll pay for that ... just like your fucking husband is going to pay for all the shit he put my family through!"

He let out his breath and was aware of the effects of the three strong bourbons he had drunk neat. He gazed lustfully down at the young wife of his cousin. She cowered on the floor, her long brown hair tangled wildly around her head and shoulder. She looked as sexually desirable as anything he had ever seen. Her long legs were shaking violently and the ample curves of her up-thrust breasts were fully revealed by the thin material of her blouse.

Some chick! he thought admiringly, why not take a little pleasure with his revenge! He had no definite plan in mind for Jack. As a matter-of-fact, coming to California had been the result of an impulse. But as he and Chico rode westward toward Los Angeles, his anger and rage had built to the point where he wanted immediate satisfaction for the wrongs he accused Jack of. When he had called Jack's office and found him out of town, he had felt depressed and let-down. Then, he had remembered vaguely his mother telling him that Jack had married recently, and Bob Parker decided to wait for Jack's return in his cousin's own apartment. He smiled sadistically at the humor of the situation.

"Please ... please go away and leave us alone," Joni pleaded from the floor. "I'll give you money! Anything! Only please don't hurt Jack!"

His huge, muscular cock stiffened with lust at the sight of the vulnerable girl on the floor. He wanted to sink his hard shaft of impatient gristle right into her, imagining she would be soft as a mound of feathers. He poured himself another drink as a brutal plan began to form in his alcohol-fogged brain.

"You know what I'm going to do to your fucking husband?" he asked cruelly. "I'm going to kill him! What do you think of that, bitch!"

"Oh God, no ... you can't be serious..." Joni wailed, pulling herself up and wrapping her arms around the youth's legs. "Oh, please ... please ...

I'll do anything ... give you anything you want ... only, please, don't hurt him!"

She knew how degraded she must seem, pleading with the savage youth, but she didn't care. She would literally do anything if only he would go away and leave them alone!

"You hear that, Chico? The broad says she'll do anything if we don't hurt her precious husband! What do you think?"

Chico was going back and forth in the room, pulling open drawers and cabinet, rifling them for anything that looked valuable enough to sell or pawn. He looked back over his shoulder as the obscene sight of the succulent young girl with her arms wrapped around his friend's legs and smiled.

"I don't know," he answered, stuffing a wad of bills into his greasy jeans, "you think she really means anything?"

Bob looked down at her with no trace of mercy on his face.

"What about it, cunt? What would you be willing to do for us if we promised to leave your husband alone?"

Joni's brain was racing. She had to protect Jack-whatever the cost to herself. She loved him and she would die if they hurt him in any way.

In anticipation, Bob reached down and began slowly stroking the bulging outline beneath his jeans, grinning obscenely at his cringing victim.

"Would you put out for us?" he asked.

Joni felt a shudder of revulsion shoot through her at his foul words.

"Answer me, bitch!" he shouted.

She felt paralyzed, as if the shock of this nightmarish intrusion had numbed her tongue and brain. She was past the point of feeling horrified, or even fearful ... only a numb, empty paralysis.

"I ... I..." she stammered helplessly.

"She don't mean it," Chico said, coming over to stand next to Bob. "She's just trying to trick us so she can call for help. Look at her, I'll bet she doesn't even like fucking!"

The quivering young bride was on the horns of a terrible dilemma. It was obvious to her that she could save her husband if she let these horrible creatures make love to her! Irrationally, she wanted to giggle at the thought. Love? Love had nothing to do with what they wanted!

"How about it, bitch! Do you like to fuck?" Chico asked sadistically.

"I ... I..." she repeated, unable to get the words out.

"Say it! I like to get fucked! Say it!"

"I ... I ... like..." her voice was tiny, barely a whisper, " ... like to ... to ... "

"Louder!"

The violence of Bob's command made her jerk with fear.

"I like to get ... get ... " the words stuck in her throat as if frozen. " ... get fucked..." the horrid word tore loose at last. 'There, I said it! I like to get fucked! I LIKE TO GET FUCKED! She was shouting now, almost hysterical. "FUCKED! FUCKKKKKED!" she repeated, as if in a trance. "FUUUUCCCCKKKKEEEEDDD-D!"

Realizing with a rush of guilt what she had said, she buried her face against his leg, utterly ashamed.

"Beautiful, bitch," Bob slurred, already feeling the full effects of the strong liquor. "Now how about having a drink to celebrate while we decide who's going to be first!"

"No ... no..." she tried drawing away as he handed her a glass of bourbon. Her head was reeling from the pungent odor of his unwashed body, and from his filthy clothing. The massive, overpowering masculinity almost made her faint.

"Drink it, baby," he commanded, shoving the drink to her lips. "Drink it or I'll think you don't want to help Jack!"

She turned her face away to escape the glass, but suddenly he grabbed her by the hair and forced her head back around.

"Don't turn away from me, bitch! Now drink!"

He forced her mouth open and poured the bourbon into it. She gagged and coughed as the unfamiliar burning liquid surged down her throat. As she struggled, the drink spilled over her clothes, and she was suddenly sopping wet with bourbon.

"What's the matter? You afraid of a little booze? Okay, have it your way. Now get those wet clothes off. Don't want to catch cold!"

"No! NOOOOOO!" she screamed as, without warning, he tore away the wet blouse, ripping it from her fearfully trembling body. He quickly undid the clasps of her bra, throwing it in a corner, then bent and began licking and sucking on her firm nakedly warm breasts.

Pinned by his powerful body, the terrified young wife could only twist and writhe in a futile effort to get away from his greedy wet mouth.

"Bourbon-flavored tits! Hey, Chico, this is groovy!" Bob said, raising his mouth for a moment from her quivering breasts. Then, he plunged it down again and began to bite and suck anew. Involuntarily, her red-tipped little nipples grew turgidly erect and her skin goose-bumped and tingled with excitement.

"Jesus Christ, buddy," Chico said breathlessly, "she's got the nicest tits I seen in a long time! Man, hurry up and let me get a little of that sweet meat too!"

Joni's mind was a rushing torrent of revulsion at the thought of this repellent animal slavering over her like a dog while his friend waited for his turn. Then, she was flooded with the shocking reality of what was happening and she began to resist with all of her strength.

"Nooo ... NOOOOOOOO!" she screamed. "LET ME GO!"

With every ounce of strength in her, the half-naked young wife struggled to get free, and managed to slip from his grasp. Rising from the floor, she started to run, but the brutal Chico grabbed her roughly by the arm and threw her down onto the soft pile rug again.

"No, you don't, cunt!" he laughed sinisterly.

"Help me get her pants off," Bob ordered his friend, reaching down and ripping the zipper apart while Chico held her legs tightly. When the zipper was free, Chico reached up and began to peel the slacks off her long lovely legs.

"PLEASE! PLEASE'" Joni begged, feeling a new wave of shame wash over her at the thought of her nakedly trembling body being so obscenely devoured by the two pair of excited eyes.

"You want that precious husband of yours dead?" Bob asked in a tone of voice that left no doubt as to his sincerity. He smiled as she shook her head violently. "Okay, then stop your fucking fighting!"

Chico threw her slacks away and gasped at the lovely milky flesh that was exposed to him. He started to run his rough hand up her thigh toward the inviting dark triangle of pubic hair between her legs.

"None of that, Chico," Bob snarled. "You get the leavings! Now get your ass away and let us alone for a few minutes! Go on, you want me to kick your ass?"

Chico was reluctant to leave the erotic girl but he knew how terrible his friend's temper was and he wanted no part of it. He had seen Bob half-kill people for much less than this. He got up slowly and went to a nearby chair and sat down. At least III get a ring-side view of this, he told himself, reaching down to massage his swollen cock lovingly.

Bob Parker stood up and unbuckled his tight, ragged jeans. He yanked them down, suddenly exposing his naked cock to her view. She had little experience with men's genitals-always averting her eyes even when her own husband disrobed, but she gasped when she saw Bob's penis. The huge, menacingly erect cock was stiff as steel, and his balls looked enormous.

"Nice, huh?" Bob said with a leer, as he saw the look of disbelief on Joni's face. "You like cock?" he asked as he grabbed his massive tool and began to shake and jerk it in front of her eyes. He pulled back the thick slip of foreskin, exposing the huge bulbous head that was red with blood and charged with lust.

"What you got under those little panties?" he asked crudely. Without waiting for an answer, he dropped to the floor beside her and ripped the flimsy white garment from her loins with a sound of tearing silk.

"Mmmmmmmm ... nice and soft, these panties," he said, rubbing the sensually soft material over his angrily throbbing cock and balls-exciting them further. Joni tried to pull up her legs, to conceal her nakedly defenseless vagina, but the brutal youth merely reached down and yanked her legs apart.

"Oh no, you don't! Don't hide that sweet little cunt from me! You're just a fucking piece of meat to me! I fucked hundreds of cunts like that! You got me? NOW SPREAD THOSE FUCKING LEGS!"

She was shocked, overcome with a new and even deeper wave of horror. She closed her eyes, as if by doing so she could wipe away the nightmare that confronted her, but Bob was not to be stopped.

"I said open 'em," he shouted, and pulled her legs apart to reveal the trembling pink flesh of her cuntal slit nestled between the softly curling pubic hair. "Now that's more like it," he said, grinning lewdly down at her.

Joni was humiliated now beyond anything she had ever known possible. Feeling these men's eyes glaring shamelessly at her nakedly open vagina was too much to bear and she felt her flesh crawl in revulsion. Yet, what choice did she have except to submit to their lewd and obscene actions if she wanted to save her husband's life? She had to go through with it--she had to! Life would be unbearable if she didn't!

Bob could see the loathing on her face, and this made him more determined than ever to punish this little cunt and his cousin.

"So I disgust you, eh? You think I'm dirt, don't you? Just like Jack used to think we were dirt while my folks were busting their asses to give him and education so he could marry a sweet little cunt like you!"

"No ... NO!" she whimpered, realizing how dangerous Bob Parker was-how deep the hatred of Jack ran.

"You're lying, you bitch! It's written all over your face! You and Jack think you can take anything you want because people like me are lower than you, isn't that what you think? Well, I'm better than both of you, bitch! I'm top-dog now and, by God, I'll show you how much I think of you! Chico, get your ass over here! This cunt is going to suck your cock!"

The horrible words were like a stinging slap across the face to the terrified girl. He couldn't mean it! She had never in her whole life even contemplated something so disgusting! Take the heavy-set Chico's penis into her mouth? She couldn't! Nothing in the world would make her do that!

She could see the uncontrollable rage that swept over him as he stared down at her naked body. Chico hurried over and stripped off his jeans, exposing his throbbing cock to her agonized eyes as he knelt down by her head.

"Hey, man, that's my buddy," he chortled, his jerking cock in his hand. "We'll give her a two-way job, right?"

"NNNOOOOOOOOOO!" Joni screamed as she felt four brutal hands reach down and roughly pull on her naked, tender flesh.

"Yeah, that's right, Chico," Bob Parker spat out.

"While she sucks your cock I'm going to fuck her in the ass!" Joni screamed again.