Chapter 7
Gradually, the sound of voices reached her. They seemed to be coming from a great distance, down a long dark wind-tunnel. Jacqueline didn't really want to hear them: she would have preferred to remain here in this beautiful, dreamy pink and fluffy world where everything was so peaceful, so wonderfully calm. But the spell had already been broken, her escape into sleep had ended. Jacqueline slowly brought herself back from the silent, still state of rest and into full consciousness.
She was lying on one side of Game's body and Mona was on the other. He had his arms around their shoulders, clasping them gently, his head turned toward Mona.
"She's waking up," Mona whispered and Caine brought his face around, smiling at Jacqueline and giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze.
"What-what happened?" Jacqueline asked hazily. "I was standing next to Mona and suddenly I ... " She raised herself up onto one elbow. "I fainted!" she finished, shaking her head ruefully. "How rude of me! But I couldn't help myself, I felt so tired-"
"Of course you did, darling," Mona said softly. "After all, you've been through quite a lot today! It's no wonder you feel exhausted."
Jacqueline thought that she exchanged a knowing, secret look with her husband. "How do you feel now, precious?" Mona went on. "You've had nearly two hours' sleep, you know. Has it refreshed you?"
"Two hours!" Jacqueline sat right up in bed, startled. "Surely I couldn't have slept all that time!" It suddenly occurred to her that Mona and Caine had been talking together while she had been fast asleep. They seemed somehow different now, as if they had reached an understanding ...
Looking from one to the other, Jacqueline felt sure that something had transpired between the husband and wife which concerned her, but about which she was to be told nothing.
It wasn't anything she could put a name to; it was nothing she could pin down and identify. No, whatever it was that the couple had agreed to, she-Jacqueline-would never fully discover. She might guess at it from their subsequent actions, but the essence of their conversation would always elude her.
The girl felt upset by this realization. It reminded her that she was, comparatively speaking, a stranger in their midst. An outsider, someone who could never completely share their lives.
People who had been married for as long as Caine and Mona always retained a certain duality; however close a third person got to them, there remained a part of their lives which couldn't be shared-an intimacy between them that couldn't be penetrated even by those close to them.
Jacqueline reminded herself that she should have understood this even at the beginning. Despite Mona's protestations, she should have realized that she could never come between her and her husband. Not in every way, not completely ...
Or was she merely imagining things? Had she misinterpreted the look which she thought Mona had exchanged with Caine? Jacqueline began to grow anxious-not because of her fears themselves, but because she had never before been subjected to such self-doubt and so deep an analysis of her feelings and the feelings of other people.
At this point Mona's voice broke into her thoughts; "While you were sleeping, I had a wonderful idea, Jacqueline. A new variation on our little game ... "
She leaned across Caine's body and put her hand softly on Jacqueline's waist. "We thought it might be rather exciting to pretend that he has come here to buy a slave!" she went on, her voice slowly exciting Jacqueline, not so much by what she was saying as by the sensuous purr in the woman's tone. It was soft and low, confidential and arousing.
"He would have to examine her very thoroughly, of course," Mona continued. "And it would be my job to see that all her good qualities are pointed out to him!"
So I'm to be the one this time Jacqueline thought with a trace of bitterness. Why shouldn't she have to do it? It's her husband and if she loved me so much she wouldn't make me do it with him!
"What do you think of the idea, darling?" Mona's voice cut seductively through the room. "Don't you think it's going to be exciting?"
"Y-yes, I-I suppose s-so," the young girl answered hesitantly. She knew that after experiencing the softness and gentle understanding of a woman like Mona that the harsh touch of a man ravishing her body might repel her, but there was nothing she could do about it now!
It was too late!
She had been seduced by this woman in spite of her foreboding fears of what it would lead to and now she had to take what came from it no matter how it repelled her. Perhaps, once they had started she could find some way of ensuring that she received a fair share of Mona's attentions.
"Come on then," the older woman said eagerly, "let's get started!"
Jacqueline, with a sense of dread coursing through her as she saw the blatant look of lust in Caine's eyes, allowed herself to be pulled playfully from the bed by Mona. She led her to their places by the dressing table where the mirror reflected the total sensuality of their alluring bodies, giving Caine a view of them from the front as well as the back.
Mona re-adjusted their single, skimpy garments, pulling the silk scarves around so that they hung seductively down over their loins. Then she cleared her throat to begin the proceedings and Jacqueline cringed slightly though she had promised herself she would not show her revulsion of the coming contact with her feminine lover's husband.
"May I interest you in this beautiful young girl, sire?" Mona purred at her husband, putting a wisp of erotic promise into her voice. "As you can see, she is very attractive and her figure is one of the most well developed you will ever find."
Then, with the expertise of a long experienced madame, Mona cupped her hand gently beneath the young, quivering girl's left breast and raised the firm, white mound for her husband's inspection.
Jacqueline almost swooned and closed her eyes tightly shut as he got off the bed in a slow, lazy movement and walked over to stop directly in front of them.
She felt Mona raise her young, sensitive breast slightly higher and at the same time brush the nail of her forefinger lewdly across the involuntarily hardening nipple. Again, in spite of her sudden unexplainable fear of Caine and what he was going to do to her, she could feel it swelling quickly as the woman's finger moved backwards and forwards, deliberately coaxing and kneading it to an impertinent erectness.
Caine leered down, bringing his eyes to within a few inches of the girl's rising nipples.
"Hmmm, not bad," he commented as matter-of-factly as he could under the circumstances. "Work on the other for awhile, dear. I'm partial to young tits and I want to be certain they're both equally as nice."
Keeping one hand where she had it on the left breast, Mona slithered obediently around behind Jacqueline and slipped her other hand beneath her armpit, around her body and slowly teased the second nipple until it too rose into a magnificent hardness.
Then, she slowed her teasing and allowed both the firm, supple mounds of white flesh to rest softly in her hands for her husband to judge their size and shape.
Unable to keep from touching the sensuous offering inches in front of him, he reached his fingers up and while his wife continued to hold the milky-white orbs steady, rubbed them for long minutes across the sensitive, erected nipples.
"Aren't they beautiful, sire," Caine's wife breathed, still holding to the rules of the obscene game they were playing with the young, helpless girl's body. She let the warm, flaccid flesh jiggle slightly in her hands. "Please feel them more completely yourself. I'm quite certain you'll be satisfied."
Caine, without further prodding, held them firmly, turning them this way and that ... lifting them high and then letting them fall back into position again. A slight curl of satisfaction rippled over his wife's lips as she watched the hot flame of desire sifting adamantly through his eyes. There would be no stopping him now, she thought, with a slight tinge of jealousy rippling through her even though she knew it was still the only way she would ever regain him completely.
"I must admit, they're excellent specimens!" he commented at last. "But, I shall want to take a good look at the rest of her before I make up my mind."
"Of course, sire," Mona continued the game.
All this time, Jacqueline had remained quite still, her eyes staring impassively over Caine's shoulder. She permitted Mona to turn her around, obediently facing the mirror and allowing them to inspect her from the rear. Her arms rested limply at her sides in abject acceptance that she would have to endure this humiliation by the man in order to please her female lover.
"See how shapely her shoulders are?" Caine's wife asked. "Look at the smoothness of her skin! And her back, see how firm and straight it is!"
Illustrating her praise of the young, now servile girl, the woman put her hands on her shoulders and let them run intimately down the flesh of her sides. When her fingers reached her buttocks she slid them warmly over the full, firm curves and cupped them possessively.
"And her buttocks!" she exclaimed. "Have you ever seen such beautifully shaped cheeks in your life?"
"Let me see," Mona's husband breathed heavily, his eyes glued to the soft, white flesh of the young girl's body. He dropped to his haunches directly behind her, his face on an even plane with her firm, full buttocks. He studied them momentarily from every possible angle, taking hold of one of the cheeks and with his wife's help, slowly pressed them apart so that he could see the naked privacy of her tiny, puckered anus.
Jacqueline submissively kept her muscles relaxed even though the obscene thought of a strange man peering so intently into her secret parts sent quivers of fear and repulsion racing through her young, innocent body. Caine motioned to his wife to keep the soft, resilient cheeks spread wide and she willingly leaned over and did so, one hand on each side now, thumbs beneath the full, luscious swell of each one of them, insuring that he had the completest possible view of her untouched, rear orifice.
He fixed his lust-dimmed eyes intently on the tiny pursed hole studying the dozens of tiny little wrinkles surrounding its entrance. And then, as though he were fingering the softest and most precious of silks he reached out and touched it with the tip of his finger.
"Oooooh, please don't," the young bending girl pleaded, a new inflection of foreboding apparent in her voice.
"Be quiet, my dear," Mona crooned from next to her. "He won't hurt you. He's a master at this."
"Oooooh, but he will hurt me, I know he will!" she whimpered, the fright increasing in her voice. "Please don't let him do that to me!"
"Now just relax, dear. Remember, we agreed to play the game," Mona crooned on next to her. "Just relax and bend forward a little more."
A slight smile curled across her lips as she felt the girl hesitantly but obediently loosening her buttocks and slipping her torso down into a more subservient position.
Caine's finger, feeling the abject surrender on the part of the girl probed experimentally at the tiny, cringing opening. It was dry and resisting to his pressure and he withdrew his finger and wet it with the tip of his tongue as all the while his wife kept the full, ripe melons of her buttocks spread wide apart.
He began to probe again as the girl squirmed her hips in slight protest to the lewd touching of her rectum, but then, with a sudden change of mind he rose to his feet again, letting his thick, erect cock rub firmly into the crevice of Jacqueline's upturned behind.
"Mmmmm, yes," he stated perfunctorily, the growing impatience to get at the young girl apparent in the husky tone in his voice. "I'll get to that later. Put her on the bed now and let me see her cunt."
"All right, dear," his wife answered obediently. "Go to the bed and lie down now," she said softly to the girl. "He wants to see between your legs."
In docile acceptance, Jacqueline moved to the bed and stretched herself hesitantly out, letting her thighs fall loosely open.
"Wider, my dear, spread them wider so he can see," Mona implored in a soft hypnotizing tone and grasping the reclining girl's ankles, pressed them slowly apart until her heels almost touched either side of the bed. "There, there, that's better. Now let me push the scarf away and he can see you perfectly."
The older woman curled up beside her on the bed and slowly raised the silken fringe away from the young girl's loins while her husband's eyes ran over her nakedness with undisguised lust registered deep inside of them. His anxious penis bulged hard up in front of his stomach, swinging menacingly each time he moved, its head red and thick from the sight of the voluptuous young girl's nude body stretched before him.
His passion-bloated cock jerked harder as he watched with bated breath. His wife stroked the soft, sparse fleece of golden pubic hair into flatness and then, with the tips of her fingers, spread the young, fleshy lips of her vagina open wide.
"There, my darling," she crooned seductively up at her wide-mouthed husband, "it's all yours for the taking. And it's nice and tight too. It hasn't been used much, I can tell."
Mona's eyes glistened with a strange, obscene delight as she watched the lewd effect it was having on her husband standing at the end of the bed. She knew now that it was too late for him to change his mind. She had him right where she wanted him ... after all, he thought it was his own idea, at least part of it.
"Spread your legs a little more, dear, he can't see all of you."
Jacqueline hesitantly spread her legs wider, a sudden tear of shame coursing down the softness of her cheek. She hadn't expected to be exposed and humiliated in front of Mona's husband to this degree. She had thought it would be quick and over with before she would have time to think ... but ... she could see now that Mona had had other plans and was just using her as a stimulant to get her husband back!
"Wider, dear," the older woman suddenly said, a coldness that had not been apparent before coming into her voice. She grabbed her knees impatiently and pressed them sharply apart, bringing a hopeless cry of protest from the young helpless girl and exposing more clearly the naked raw slit of the tiny, tight vagina nestled between her legs.
"Don't cry, dear. He's going to fuck you nicely. It's not as though he were some stranger. I'm going to be here with you all the time."
Mona could hear the heaviness of her husband's breathing as he stood at the end of the bed, his eyes wide agape at the sensuous torture of the young girl squirming beneath the hands of his own wife. She smiled up at him again as she spoke:
"You want to fuck her, don't you, darling? Look at that soft, pink opening. I can feel it getting excited and wet for you. It's going to open like a flower in just a moment and you can split it as wide as you want to with that huge, wonderful cock of yours."
Jacqueline had clenched her eyes tightly shut and could hear Mona's lewd invitation to her husband. Lying with her legs apart this way, she felt more naked and ashamed than she ever had before in her young life. She didn't try to stop the tears rolling down her cheeks and she could feel her heart pounding in her temples with a strange and unknown mixture of obscene and weird feeling. A hot smoldering coal burned deep in her belly, turning the insides of her thighs and her crotch hot and moist. She could feel Mona's husband's eyes burning into the bare, naked flesh of her lewdly exposed vagina. She was still just a child but her senses told her that there was no escape now from the ravishment the older woman had planned for her. There was no way out and all that was left for her was to lie here with her legs spread wide and yield with a horrible and unavoidable shame to his filthy use of her body.
"Ooooooh! Oooooooooh! Don't, please don't" she cried out suddenly. The touch of Mona's fingers brushing against the fleshy lips of her cunt jerked her from her tortuous thoughts.
"Mmmmm, she's getting very sensitive, darling. She'll be a very good screw for you in just another few seconds. I can feel her getting hotter and hotter for you."
The older woman's soft, manipulating fingers pursued her and in spite of her fear and humiliation, Jacqueline forced herself to lie still. Oh God, she had to get it over with and maybe it would be over sooner if she didn't try to resist. Slowly, as though they were tiny writhing snakes, the fingers insinuated themselves expertly inside her, hurting slightly at first so that she clenched her teeth tightly together and moaned beneath their lewd attack. And then, they were curling themselves around inside her, playing with her small bud-like clitoris while the other hand cupped her buttocks tightly beneath and pushed them up toward the maddenly probing fingers.
"It feels good, doesn't it, my dearest? Tell Mona about it. Tell her how good it feels to have my fingers in your pussy this way."
Caine groaned at the end of the bed and Jacqueline who had closed her eyes to shut out the sight of his leering face, opened them again and saw the lustful grimace of his lips and the great menacing hardness of his cock that stood out like a huge pole from the forest of pubic hair surrounding it.
Then, she groaned again, twisting her hips down against the hand holding her buttocks as the fingers worked cruelly and relentlessly on her clitoris. Her eyes clenched tightly shut again to close out the sight of the man watching her humiliation at the foot of the bed. Her whole body could feel the heat of the flame that had begun so long ago in the pit of her belly and in spite of herself her vagina was moistening. She could feel the tips of Mona's fingers slipping wetly now against the smooth slippery cunt walls deep inside her.
Then ... suddenly without warning ... she rammed them up, through the tight ring of soft, giving flesh, two of them deeper still into the warm, wet cavern beyond. The young girl screamed helplessly, her legs kicking out to the side and tried to pull her buttocks away but Mona's hand beneath them held firm and she was hopelessly impaled on the relentlessly pursuing fingers.
"Tell me, dear, how good it feels," Mona prodded again, taking lewd delight in the teasing of the girl before her husband. Her lips twisted into a strange sensuousness that Caine had never seen on them before but there was nothing he could do-his entire body ached from the sight of the spectacle going on in front of him-he had to have that girl that Mona his wife had elected to represent in her vengeance, all the others he had had while she had waited hopelessly at home night after night for him to come to her.
But, he couldn't stand it much longer.
"Ooooooh, yesss, yesss," the humiliating words of surrender hissed slowly from between Jacqueline's tightly clenched teeth.
"She's almost ready, darling," Mona crooned up at her husband. "She'll be yours to fuck as you like in just a moment."
Jacqueline opened her lips, a soft groan of final acceptance of the hopelessness of her position drifting piteously out. She was repulsed at the betrayal of her body and yet at the same time there was some perverse thrill in the shame and humiliation of being treated as some tramp off the street this way. Mona's fingers had drifted back to her clitoris and she fought with all her strength against the urge to undulate her hips in rhythm with the gentle, sensuous caressing of her genitals.
And then, the dam burst!
The maddening probe of the fingers slipping wetly between her legs, the soft voice of Mona whispering obscenities to her and the lewd, lustful eyes of her husband roving over her naked, passion filled body were too much. And even though she knew now she was just being used, she suddenly wanted deep down inside to wallow in the mire of filth and shame with them! ... She wanted to be fucked by that strange man she had seen naked for the first time a few short hours ago! Fucked until she could never feel again! ... fucked until her mind ceased to function!
Why not!-raced through her tortured young brain-Why not!
Her legs began to gently slither against the sheet of the bed, upwards, outwards, ever away from her hot, moist vagina until she felt a great open cavern there between her wide-splayed legs. A cavern that had to be filled, had to be fucked and she didn't care how, or by whom, or with what! Just so it happens! And quick!
She felt the mattress give below her as Caine dropped to the foot of the bed on his knees, his giant, pulsating cock held tightly in his hands.
"Yes, my darling," Mona crooned on. "She's opening wide inside. She's beginning to like it. I told you she would be ready in a moment."
"Damn," her husband muttered beneath his breath. "Damn!"
Jacqueline made one last attempt at controlling herself, feeling again the ripples of shame coursing through her at the obscene delight she was giving the searching eyes roving over her squirming, naked body. But, it was hopeless as it had been before. Her cunt felt open and longing, her belly throbbed in desire. Her buttocks began to strain down together on the hand that was cupped under them, her thighs to jack-knife and squirm. Small mewls of pleasure began to trickle involuntarily from her lips, her mouth opening and closing fish-like in time to the sensuous contractions of her vagina around the ever probing fingers. Every touch, every sensation only added more to her desire. She was too far gone now to fight against anything they wanted to do to her.
"She's wet, very wet, darling," Mona murmured to her husband kneeling on the bed. "I think she's ready for you. Come my love ... "
And ... as Jacqueline's young, defenseless body writhed helplessly beneath her driving fingers, Mona reached back and put her hand warmly around her husband's cock. Gripping it tightly, she indicated by a slight motion of her head that he was to ram it deep inside the almost cowering girl. He crawled quickly between her wide-spread legs and in a moment was stretched full length on top of her small, naked body.
Then, without hesitation, his wife guided his pulsating penis straight up into the tight, wet vagina between the girl's sensuously writhing thighs. Her own head rested a few short inches away long the inner softness of her out-flung leg as she watched with a sadistic delight the huge, throbbing head gently part the soft, blonde pubic hair and push the lips of her tiny, tight cunt-lips wide apart. There was a slight moment of hesitation as it stood poised for the ultimate entry and then with a quick flick of the hips, her husband drove his cock forward and it slipped moistly inside, bringing a gasp from the tortured lips of the squirming girl. Her cunt flowered, swallowing the first several inches of him like a hungry animal.
"Oooooh, Oooooooh," she moaned as he ground deeper and deeper into her as though he were trying to reach the very depths of her womb.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," she chanted on as he slipped farther and farther inside, pushing the soft, fleshy walls of her tight, clasping pussy before him as though it were warm, soft butter. Deeper and deeper it went, the helplessly squirming girl trying with all her strength to twist her buttocks down and away but the still cupped hand of Mona held her hard beneath the twin cheeks of her ass and pushed up until suddenly with an animal-like grunt Caine hit bottom. The smack of his pelvis smashing cruelly into hers and the soft slap of his testicles against the wide-split crevice of her anus resounded through the room as though she had been hit with a paddle.
"Ooooh God, you're too deep, you're too deep," she whimpered beneath him, her eyes clenched tightly shut in a vain attempt to lessen the sudden pain.
"Aaaaaaah," then she breathed easier, as he withdrew slightly so that a few inches of his round, throbbing cock protruded naked and white from the depths of her vagina.
Mona's eyes bulged at the sudden and obscene sight of her husband's penis sunk half-way inside the tiny, moist slit of Jacqueline's vagina. Her own control that had been so well guarded during the first part of the seduction began to slip and her lips began to softly nibble and kiss at the inside of the girl's out-thrown thigh. Gradually, her mouth moved closer and closer to the spot where the couple's genitals were grinding ever so slowly together ... until suddenly, she opened her lips to their fullest extent and closed them around the base of her husband's cock. Her tongue snaked out and as he began a slow in and out movement into the girl's warm, throbbing vagina, she licked wetly along the smooth, glistening underside as it drove steadily in and out. At the same time, her full red lips were making intimate contact with the stretched oval-shaped lips of Jacqueline's cock-filled pussy.
It didn't take long.
The young girl's hips were forcing themselves up and up wildly, as Caine's cock pistoned deeper and deeper inside her, working hard and firm deep in her soft, passion quivering belly. She could feel Mona's tongue swirling serpent-like madly around the rough pink edges of her vagina and her loins were squirming down in her hand still placed firmly under her buttocks. And then ... then she had one last coherent thought that all this was disgusting, horrible, something she couldn't believe was happening to her. Her eyes flickered open momentarily and she realized that her flesh and endless planes of other flesh were all over the place; legs, buttocks, breasts flailing the air in an endless orgy of lust and abandon.
"Oh God, I'm lost, I'm lost," ran hazily through her dazed mind. But, there was nothing she could do about it. The growing pressure in her naked loins was driving her almost insane. She could hear a faraway voice that seemed to be mumbling from beneath her thrusting buttocks. A voice that was murmuring horrible lewd things that only served to incite her to greater excitement.
"Give it to her, Caine. Fuck her harder, darling, fuck her harder!" the voice droned on between moist, wet, mewling noises that it seemed to be almost choking on.
And then it did come! And there was nothing she could do about it or anything she wanted to do about it!
She was lost, completely lost. There was no longer any shame or humiliation or anything else, only a vague awareness that where shame should be was an overpowering desire to reach that ultimate pinnacle, the pinnacle that was coming ... coming ... coming, vagina clenching, ... bursting ... juices flowing ... hips grinding wildly ... wildly ... wildly ... Ooooooooh!
"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh," and on and on it came, in a wonderful flowing relief as her eyes clenched tightly shut again in bliss, shutting out Mona, her husband and all the shame and humiliation that played no part in this beautiful moment of ultimate sensation.
"Don't stop," she pleaded. "Don't stop!"
And at that, he rammed it deep down inside her soft white belly, his cock spurting great white gushes of hot sperm into her that seemed to fill her womb beyond all capacity. The giant throbbing head ground around far up inside her making her scream as though the walls of her vagina were being swept away by the thick, hot tide of his orgasm.
"Go on! ... Go on!" she panted in the helpless throes of her own cataclysmic explosion. "Fill me, drown me. Give it to meeeeeee!"
And then there was a final rushing, like the roar of a jet in her ears and the ceiling dancing above her wide bulging eyes seemed to be falling around her with a great roaring crash that echoed through the room like an exploding volcano. She screamed at the top of her lungs never wanting it stop, never wanting it to end.
But finally it did.
When it was finally over and she lay gasping and slowly recovering, his great wet load laying heavy in her soft, white belly, she could hear next to her on the bed the soft mewling sounds of Mona's lips slowly working her husband back to rigidity again.
"You can take her again, darling," she crooned around his penis that loosely filled her mouth. "Remember what you've always wanted to do to me and I've never let you? You can do it to her. There, there you're hard again, my darling and she's waiting."
The words made no sense to Jacqueline's satiated mind until suddenly through the haze of her fatigue she felt hands again on her body turning her slowly over on her stomach.
She didn't try to resist.
All objections to anything they might try to do to her seemed to have been drained out of her with the intensity of the unwanted orgasm she had just experienced.
Soft, wet lips coursed down over her smooth, oval buttocks bringing small goose bumps along with them. Thumbs spread the soft, white cheeks apart and a tongue snaked down to lick the crevice between them. She could feel the pressure on her rectum as the skin was gently kneaded around it.
She moaned helplessly down into the pillow, feeling obscenely naked with Mona and her husband hovering on their knees behind her, but it didn't matter any longer. Nothing mattered; the humiliation, the shame, all had disappeared like smoke into the hot, close air of the room with the final, indescribable explosion of the orgasm a few short moments before.
"Open your legs, dear," Mona whispered softly behind her. Her voice coming in a murmur against the whiteness of Jacqueline's flesh.
Without thinking or caring she spread them out so that the toes of her feet hung over each side of the bed. A finger touched her anus bringing a deeper moan from her throat. She squirmed her loins down into the mattress to ward off the sudden but not unexpected intrusion but it persisted, until suddenly with a slight pop, it slipped wetly inside. She groaned again, but not from pain. In fact it was surprisingly pleasant as it began moving around lewdly in her rectum, expanding the tiny, tight passage more and more with each teasing circle it made inside her. She squirmed her hips obscenely, taking a perverse satisfaction in the effect it must be having on Mona's husband. She vaguely found herself wondering whose finger it was. Was it his or Mona's? And then, as though in answer to her question a voice broke through the heavy sounds of breathing behind her.
"Let me put one of mine in too, darling. I want to feel her inside there."
It was Mona and she could feel another finger digging at her rectum and then slipping inside with the other one.
"Aaaaaagh!" she could not hold back the scream. It hurt and she tried to jerk away but a heavy hand pressed into the small of her back and held her down like a mounted butterfly. The fingers dug tight into her rectum for a moment and then began to rotate slowly together. She squirmed her behind salaciously, the pain gradually lessening as the roving fingers slowly and deliberately stretched her anus wider. It was a strange and new feeling, one that she had never experienced before and hurt slightly as now and then a nail brushed against the warm, rubbery walls of her rectum, but the pleasure was greater than the pain and suddenly she found herself wanting him there. The weird subjugation excited her and she found herself pushing back against the probing hands until she could feel the fingers all the way inside her, the palms of the hands pressed flat against the soft, flaccid cheeks of her buttocks. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and heard her own muffled voice crying down into the pillow.
"Do it to me there," she groaned. "I want it in me."
"What do you want him to do to you, my dearest?" she heard Mona's soft, crooning whisper behind her.
"I-I want him to fuck me. Please, oh please," her own voice sounded like something unearthly that she had never heard before-a banshee in torment in the depths of hell-something inhuman and faraway-but the hot, smoldering want wasn't faraway-It was here and now and there was nothing she could do about it. The fires of desire had risen once more where she thought they could never rise again after the orgasm she had gone through such a short time ago.
"Where do you want him to fuck you, my dearest?" Mona's words tormented Jacqueline as though she were attempting to drain the last grain of self-respect left in her. The desperately squirming girl, paused for a moment and then, her will power completely gone, she whimpered down into the pillow:
"In my ass, fuck me in the ass, Oh dear God, Please do it now-NOW!
"You hear, darling. She wants it. She wants you to fuck her there. Give it to her, dear. Give it to her good." The softness of Mona's coaxing voice belied the slight sadistic gleam in her eyes as she watched their fingers slowly slipping from the poor young girl's plundered rectum. They seemed to come out reluctantly, the tight rubbery skin of her anus clinging to them until suddenly they popped out with a slight, obscene sucking noise.
Caine's eager body dropped down on her back, his loins pressed tightly into the crevice of her buttocks. His hardened cock lying the full length of it, the head brushing heavily against the lips of her still wet vagina.
"Make her kneel up, darling. You can watch it go in that way." His wife breathed heavily.
"Kneel up," he commanded with Mona's prodding.
Jacqueline shivered but obediently followed his command and crawled to her knees, presenting him with the stretched melons of her buttocks bending away in front of him.
His hands greedily clasped the tops of her thighs where they joined her hips and he pulled her farther back towards his lust-hardened penis. His wife, lying on her side beside them thrust her hand between them and grasping her husband's cock securely between her fingers, guided it with unerring accuracy toward the small, tight aperture of the young girl's naked rectum.
"Mmmmm, I'll put it in for you, darling. It's going to feel so good. Look how small and tight she looks," she whispered huskily. It was apparent the coming moment was exciting her again also.
Caine strained forward, the salacious sight of the young girl bending before him like a slave destroying his impatience. A groan erupted from his open mouth as he felt the first wrinkled, velvet contact of her anus pressing lightly against the smooth, sensitive head of his aching cock.
Beneath him, Jacqueline could feel it prodding and working against her anus.
Oh God, it was big! Too big! Much bigger than the two fingers that had tried to prepare her for this greater and more cruel entry.
"Ooooooooh!" She moaned, the pillow now clenched tightly between her teeth in a hopeless attempt to ease the pain. "I can't!" she whimpered. "I just can't!"
"Yes, you can, my little darling." Mona's soothing voice droned behind her. "Open a little wider for him. You can take it."
Now the tip had found the tightness of the dark puckered ring of soft, giving flesh and was worming its way into it. It was going! ... it was going!
"Aaaaaaah, GOD!"
She felt as though a giant log were trying to burst into her body and she tried to lean forward away from it, but his hands gripped tighter around the front of her thighs and he held her.
"Ooooh noooo! It hurts, it hurts!" she cried. "It's too big, I can't take it. I can't take IT!"
But there was no escape from the relentlessly probing instrument. His pelvis jerked forward, the muscles standing out on his thighs like steel bands.
"Hold her! Hold her, it's going in!" he grunted at his wife who had now taken a firm grip on the young girl's shoulders.
Jacqueline's body was now one great blotch of searing, excruciating pain. Her mind was blank-her thoughts would not come and suddenly, she had to get it over with and as though she had gone insane, she bucked hard back against him. Her ass opened wide, like the wings of a giant flood-gate before a crashing tide. His cock surged deep and hard, far up into her rectum until suddenly with another grunt his pelvis smacked hard against the soft, resilient cheeks of her buttocks, flattening them against his belly like pliant foam rubber.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she gasped, feeling through the fire of the pain, his testicles swinging lewdly down against the open slit of her vagina.
There was no more to go!!!!
It was like having a great metal tube implanted deep in her rectum, holding the warm, rubbery walls stretched miles apart.
It was no good!
She couldn't go through with it. Her buttocks writhed away from the cruel impalement in a renewed attempt to escape, but the hands at her thighs and on her shoulders again exerted their strength and held her immobile. And then a hand left her shoulder, Mona's hand and snaked cunningly around her hip and under her kneeling body. She stopped squirming for the briefest of moments and another fire, this time not of pain, seared down between her thighs. With a sudden sharp shock she felt the older woman's fingers massaging her clitoris which leaped involuntarily to erection. At the same time, gasping and moaning with delight, Caine began to thrust his massive cock rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep into the soft confines of her rectum.
And ... in that sudden unexplainable moment, with his hard, throbbing cock stabbing mercilessly back between the fleshy cheeks of her ass and Mona's fingers deftly teasing the pleasure from her clitoris below, she wanted to give, she wanted to yield up all she had, her cunt, her mouth, her anus, all she had, in an ultimate sacrifice for all they were doing for her-and to her!
"Oooooooh, give it to me, fuck my ass, fuck me there, do it to me." Obscenities that had never before come to her mind spewed from her lips in a lewd torrent of meaningless words. She strained as if she were trying to swallow him whole, pushing the whole of her round firm buttocks back at him. And he was there, ramming it to her as though he had never had a woman in his entire life. He was sliding in and out easily now, with grunts and moans and murmurs of passion which seemed to make him inhuman. The whole of her rectum felt wet and wide and her buttocks and vagina with the finger stroking there were hot and tingling with a strange new joy she hadn't dreamed existed before.
She clenched her muscles tight, pressing her loins down toward the swaying mattress, straining, enveloping his pulsating cock so tightly that for a moment he found it difficult to move inside her at all. Then, to the tune of the finger teasing hotly over her clitoris, she relaxed and the brutal, yet delicious, rhythm began again in perfect time to Mona's husband's moans and her own stifled groans down into the pillow.
"Oh yes, oh yes!" she panted, crushing her face and the heat of her lips down into the bed.
She knew she was completely helpless and there was fear but there was also joy. This man, this husband of Mona, who hardly knew her, who had only once fucked her in the natural way, was impaling her from behind, had crushed his way so deep into her rectum and belly that she could not escape even if she had wanted to until he had finished with her, until he had emptied his lewd, load of sperm deep up in her bowels as though he had owned her. And yet ... she didn't want to escape, she didn't want to be anywhere else, doing anything else. She just wanted to take all he had to give and in taking she would give him all in return.
She was aware vaguely that Mona's hands had left her body and that she was reclining beside them, not touching, just watching, a strange glint of satisfaction twinkling deep in her eyes. And then she was forgotten. The furious movement behind her was growing like a wildfire out of control.
She could feel the heat of his eyes gazing down on her naked buttocks, watching his cock sucking out of her and then plunging in again. She could imagine the pink, reddish skin of her asshole drawing back with his prick as if it didn't want him to come out and then disappearing back inside again in an obscene disappearance into this other hole where he had never fucked another woman before.
"Fuck her good, darling. Give her all you've got," she dimly heard Mona saying across the miles that separated them on the bed and then Caine came at her with a renewed fury, like a wild, rapacious stallion.
His eyes dimmed from the fury of his attack and he watched his white, hot cock disappearing all the way up her ass with every stroke. It went all the way in so that the hair of his loins pressed flat into the wide-open crevice that split her buttocks like some ripe, succulent fruit. He rotated it around deep inside her until it felt as though he were gouging the walls of her rectum away each time he surged into her and she herself was moaning and adding to his pleasure by the lewd, lascivious movements of her ass and the hollowing of her back. Her long blonde hair fell over her face and whipped around her neck as she writhed and twisted in front of him and he could see her face, flushed crimson, as the hair flashed momentarily away from it. He had her. She belonged to him. A slave to use as he wanted, to do with as he wished and he did, ramming his cock deep in her rectum and leaving it there, listening to her groans of half pain, half pleasure, while he ground it around deep, deep inside her white, quivering belly.
"Ooooh, oooooh, ooooh," she panted, her lips bared back tight over her teeth.
His hands roved over her buttocks like loving butterflies and then he would seize them savagely, raking deep red marks of blood beneath the surface of their smooth, white flesh.
"Oh, you bitch, you hot little bitch," he hissed down at her between his clenched teeth while all the while his wife's lust dimmed eyes stayed glued to his giant, blood-filled cock as it mercilessly skewered in and out of her tight, clasping anus.
Then as he fucked her asshole she began to moan and twist, pressing back at him as if she adored every second of his lewd, obscene rape. His eyes stayed locked on the undulating whiteness of the hollowing moons and every time he rammed into her he slapped his belly against them in a savage determination to plunge as deep as possible. He could cum into her now whenever he chose and he wanted more than anything else in the world to feel that wild rush of sperm into her rectum that would signal her ultimate humiliation and submission.
He moved his hands up to her waist, gripping them with an almost maniacal fury, so that she squirmed and bucked more on the end of his impalement. He leaned forward with all his weight and the upper half of her body flattened out on the mattress, her head crushing down into the pillow. His cock felt as though it were swollen and bloated to several times its size and her rectum was slippery now and stretched more than in the beginning but it was still tight enough to suck at him on the withdrawal as though reluctant to let him go.
His loins were a hot mass of raw lust and he knew he could not hold back much longer before he spewed his hot load of thick, white semen far up into her rectum and he wanted to get everything he could out of it.
"Ooooh, God," he heard her gasp as a particularly brutal thrust gouged deep inside her. The soft, pumping cheeks of her buttocks were hot as they smacked against his pelvis on the forward stroke and all at once he became more aware of her gasping cries as he skewered even deeper into her. Her buttocks hollowed and flattened to an even greater degree and he could feel a blazing fire in his loins which gathered and began to surge toward the tingling end of his pistoning cock. It grew and grew like the rising crescendo of a thousand piece symphony; lewd, obscene images crowded his mind: twisted face, driving cock, grinding buttocks:
And then ... then it was there!
He rammed it into her with a buttock-flattening jerk up to his pubic hair, the elastic rim of her anus clinging around the base of his cock like a broad, tight rubber band. His cock jerked uncontrollably and with a scream he flooded into her ass. The hot thick, cum spurted into her in wave after wave of excruciating ecstasy filling her rectum and belly almost to the bursting point as he rammed harder with each fresh spurt, throwing back his head, baring his teeth as the whole of his scrotum was emptied deep, deep inside her. His last view was of her ass swirling and swaying under him as she urged him through his final convulsions of passion and drew the last eager drop of hot, lewd sperm from his satiated cock. His chest dropped heavily across her back and then they were still.
Some minutes later he withdrew his deflated penis from her backside. It slipped wetly out with a slight sucking noise as though she had farted, thin trails of warm sticky sperm followed the tip of his cock out for several inches and then broke away, falling still intact across the trembling backs of her thighs. She rolled to her back, her eyes glazed and staring unseeing at the dim shadows on the ceiling.
Jacqueline lay there for a few moments longer, her legs splayed lewdly out to the sides as she had fallen. Now that it was over, she felt a slight return of the feelings she had had before. There was an acute awareness of the ache at her anus and the sensation of a thick object being still lodged inside it and keeping it open and wide for all to see. There was a great wetness between her open thighs where he had dumped his load of sperm in both the entrances between her legs. He's only missed one place, she thought grimly and his wife has had that.
She clenched her buttocks tightly together and relaxed them several times, feeling a deep sense of shame for letting herself be used this way. It was a grim awakening but it was true, they had only used her. A small tear trickled down her face as she thought back to the beginnings of all this and how it had seemed so natural-and now-now it left her with nothing. Well, she thought, as her eyes wandered to Caine and Mona who were pressed tightly together in a relaxed, satiated embrace beside her.
Perhaps, just perhaps, it has done something for them.