Chapter 5

Jill Foster walked homeward in the soft night. Overhead there was a sprinkling of stars in the sky. She liked this walk home after the confinement of the restaurant. It was quiet and a pleasant feeling of solitude enveloped her. A light breeze ruffled through the trees and set the leaves trembling. She was conscious of the click of her footsteps on the pavement, crisp and assured. It felt good to walk, breathing deeply, lifting her face to the sky. She felt curiously young and light-hearted. She turned a corner; halfway down the block was her small apartment.

The car was drawn into the shadows, and she could see the figures of a man and a girl. The rear door was open, and the girl leaned upon it in a posture of misery. As Jill approached she fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. The man stooped and was patting her shoulders with clumsy reassurance. Jill started to pass. This was none of her business. A quarrel, probably, or a girl in the sort of trouble girls sometimes found themselves. Yet the kneeling figure was so forlorn, so wretched looking, that she couldn't bring herself to ignore her.

"What's wrong? May I help?"

The weeping girl looked up, staring miserably. "Please."

Instinctively, automatically, Jill stepped toward her. The weeping stopped. The girl's arms closed about her ankles in a football tackle. The man grabbed her, one hand clamped over Jill's mouth to shut off the scream already welling in her throat. She was literally thrown headlong into the car with her assailant on top of her. She struggled, fighting with a desperate terror to free herself. Nothing she did could unlock the imprisoning arms and hands. The door slammed shut, striking cruelly at her feet, thrusting her legs and knees up in an agonizing fold. She was sprawled grotesquely in an awkward bundle on the floor. The man's weight pressed against her. She heard the motor start, felt the car roll forward and knew there would be no one on the dimly lit street to see what had happened. She made a savage attempt to bite at the hand across her mouth but the pressure was so relentless her jaws could not move. She felt herself suffocating. Then, the man, straddling her almost in a position of copulation, twisted her head around. She screamed silently within her throat at the sharp pain. For a moment she stared up at an unfamiliar face. The eyes were blank; no anger, no compassion, perhaps a touch of amusement. Then he hit her, using the side of his open hand like a cleaver to strike just off the point of her chin with expert precision. The world became dark, whirling void in which she was lost.

It had all happened in no more than a minute.

Some time later, she had no way of knowing how long it was, she clawed her way back to a dim consciousness. Her first sensation was one of horror. Sitting next to her was one of the ugliest men she had ever seen. Above a muscular young body was a fleshy face covered with pock marks set around a hawkish nose and eyes that were fathomless black coals. Jill tested her mouth and lips. They opened readily but her jaw was filled with an almost intolerable pain. She tried her arms and feet and found them surprisingly free as she studied the man's emotionless eyes.

Mario Diaz sat in the battered rocking chair that he'd pulled close to Jill's bed and stared at the motionless form. Christ but the innocent little bitch was built! Just looking at her was enough to make his balls. ache and his huge thick cock stiffen and jerk inside his pants. Especially the way she was lying now, her magnificently rounded breasts just bursting out of the wisp of black lace of the brassiere that set off their snowy whiteness, the soft pink flesh of her marvelously curved thighs displayed to him below the half-slip that had ridden up practically to her waist. Best of all was the glimpse he was getting of the narrow crotch band of black nylon up between her limply open legs that had parted slightly in unconsciousness. God, it didn't even cover completely her pink little pussy, and Mario stared with lewd pleasure at the thin golden patch of pubic fleece there. It sent a dull pounding ache coursing the length of his long rigid penis. God but he'd like to have his painfully throbbing prick up in her right now, ram it deep inside her time after time while she moaned and thrashed and bucked under him. And begged for more, too! By God, that would be half the fun, to hear this stuck up little bitch actually begging for more.

But the rule, Mario reflected morosely, was strictly hands off. No damaged goods. That was the rule and Mario was going to obey it, just because he knew what was good for him. Still, he sighed at the golden opportunity denied him, then consoled himself with the knowledge that such abstinence, such chastity was in a good cause. He would give almost anything to Victor Rizzi, but he was not ready yet to give him his life. But he wished the hell she wouldn't tempt him so.

Jill stirred. She wasn't sure where she was, or who was sitting there next to her by the bed. But his intentions were unmistakable. His lecherous eyes crawled over her like dirty little cockroaches, and she wanted to brush the terror off her body. With an angry gesture, she pulled her thin half-slip down over her naked thighs, wondering where her clothes were as she shot the horrible young man a withering look and saw with disgust the massive bulge under his trousers. She turned away in revulsion. When finally she turned back the lewd eyes were obscenely feasting on her body. "Do you have to sit there and stare at me like that?" she spat at him. When he didn't answer she slipped to the side of the bed and hesitantly stood up. "Where am I?" He still didn't answer. She crossed the room gingerly. Mario leered at her lusciously rounded ass-cheeks, quivering provocatively as she walked. He sucked in his breath with an obscene panting sound, then let out a long, low whistle, Jill spun around and glared at him. A cry that was half rage, half shame escaped her tightly pursed lips. "You're rotten! Just rotten!" She paused as her mind whirled, trying to digest the situation she was in, then continued. "Who are you? Who sent you? Victor Rizzi?"

"Name's Mario, but everybody calls me Dimples," he answered finally.

"Dimples?" she repeated questioningly. "That's a stupid name for a... a thug ... a ... " her voice became shrill, turned to a scream of fury "... a kidnapper!"

Dimples leapt to his feet and strode across the room. He seized Jill by her shoulders and his nails dug cruelly into the soft, tender flesh as he shook her savagely. "Nobody calls me stupid!" he spat. Jill squirmed and writhed, trying to escape his powerful hands, but he held her tight. She threw her head back, and spoke with an hysterical laugh. "Oh, you're so big and strong and brave, aren't you? Just like your boss!" she taunted him.

Dimples pushed her away from him, holding her at arms length. When he spoke his voice was cold and cruel. "Okay Miss High-and-Mighty. You've had it!"

"What do you mean?" Jill asked with a sudden fear that she had overstepped her bounds.

Dimples held her, motionless, at arm's length, and stared insolently into her small frightened face. "I mean I want you. Now! And I'm going to have you. Now!" He gave her a shove that sent her hurling across the room. She stumbled and fell against the bed. With one gigantic stride, Dimples was beside her, clutching her by the shoulder again, pulling her to her feet. "I'm going to fuck you," he said, "like you've never been fucked before." He gave a short laugh, his lips curled back evilly over his cruel, sharp teeth.

His hands shot out, seizing the fragile nylon material of her panties and slip at the same time. With one swift motion, he ripped the clothes from her, letting them fall to the floor. His hand shot out again; this time he tore the frail fabric of her brassiere from her fearfully heaving breasts, wadded it into a ball and tossed it across the room.

Holding the panic-stricken girl by one hand now, he struggled out of his own clothes. His shirt came first, joining Jill's brassiere in the middle of the floor. Quickly, deftly, he unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his pants, easing them and his cotton under shorts down over his hips. His massive, rock-hard cock sprang free, stiff as a pole, its bulbously swollen head oozing tiny drops of excited lubricating fluid. Jill gasped in terror. Good Lord, it was the hugest thing she had ever seen. Would he really try to put that thing in her? Oh, no! He couldn't. It wouldn't fit! He would kill her, she thought, ripping into her tender flesh, tearing it to bits the way he'd ripped her clothes.

Dimples followed her gaze downward as she stood, mesmerized by his huge jutting penis. "What's the matter?" he asked with an arrogant sneer. "Haven't you ever seen a real man's cock before?"

Jill stiffened as his hand slid down over her stomach to the gentle mound of her pelvis, then slipped between her legs to slowly crawl along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She gasped, struggling to free herself from his lecherous, stroking fingers; but even as she did so, a tiny warming spark of unwanted pleasure burst forth in between her legs. Huge wet tears rose to her eyes and cascaded down her face.

She began to plead pitifully with Dimples. "Don't do this to me, please. Please. Ill do anything . . . ANYTHING ... if only you'll let me go. I won't tell anyone ... I won't..." she buried her face in her hands, sobbing. "Oh my God! Please let me go!"

Dimples gave her a look of withering contempt as he shoved her naked body back to the bed, then forced her down upon it. In a moment he was on his knees, over her defenselessly trembling form, his cruel eyes filled with lust, his mouth twisted sadistically.

"I'll do anything," Jill whimpered. " . .. anything ..." her voice trailed off as the utter hopelessness of her situation sank in. There was nothing she could do, she knew, and tears, fresh and abundant, flowed down her pale cheeks now.

Wide-eyed, paralyzed with fear, she watched him straddle her nakedly quivering breasts, pinning her arms to her sides with his knees and saw the blood-fattened head of his huge penis thrust forward to press wetly against her tightly clenched lips.

He grinned lewdly and with his thumb and forefinger reached down and pinched the nostrils of her finely chiseled little nose tightly together until she couldn't breathe.

"Mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!" Jill groaned desperately, trying to hold her breath as long as she could so she wouldn't be forced to open her mouth.

"Come on, baby, open up and get a little fresh air... and a big bite of cock!" he laughed cruelly, watching her desperately twisting face slowly turning a bright crimson from the desperate struggle not to breathe.

And finally, her lungs searing from lack of oxygen, her whitened lips popped open wide, sucking in great gulps of long-denied air.

"Oh no, now baby wants to milk a little cock!" Dimples mocked above her and then shoved his hotly pulsating shaft into her helplessly gasping mouth, ramming it down deep inside, until it seemed to brush all the way back against her open throat. The captive young blonde gagged and fought wildly to expel the rock-hard member that filled her mouth so cruelly, so unnaturally. She moved her head from side to side, struggling helplessly gasping for breath. My God! She would suffocate . .. she couldn't breathe . . . she would die!

Viciously, Dimples grasped her head in both hands and pulled it forward, as she broke free just long enough to suck in more of the cool fresh air, filling her lungs, panting with relief. Then the triumphantly grinning young man's lust-hardened pole sank deep into her mouth again ... in ... in .. . until the throbbing hot tip of it was brushing against her tonsils. . . and his wiry, pubic hair grazed and tickled Jill's lips, while his sperm-filled balls slapped lewdly down against her chin. Now he began to fuck in and out of her widely ovalled mouth with long, quick strokes; and Jill fighting revulsion, began to feel a whirling tide of masochistic defeat combines with unwanted passion rising in her that took possession of her body, leaving her helpless to fight against this obscene defiling of her cock-stretched lips. With an overpowering sense of shame she felt her own sticky moistness seeping between her now wide-spread legs, felt the warmth of it suddenly hotly flooding her pulsing pussy, felt the undeniable ache and throb of desire down there between her legs.

A sudden, alien sound startled her, and her eyelids fluttered open. She uttered a muffled cry as she saw the girl who had helped abduct her standing near the bed. A lewd, lascivious grin was spread across the young girl's face and her eyes burned with a look of hungering lust.

Without breaking the rhythm of his wildly sawing cock Dimples turned his head and snapped, "What the hell do you want Stella?"

"Just what you're getting," she answered coolly, reaching down to fondle the silk-soft golden strands of Jill's nakedly cringing pubic mound. "Just what you're getting ... a piece of the action!"

Jill moaned faintly around the thick pistoning cock in her mouth, then collapsed back in defeat as Stella suddenly bent forward, moving her head down to the trembling white flesh of Jill's thighs. The young girl began to kiss the tender skin there, making the sensitive nerve ends quiver with a strange, unwanted excitement. Jill moaned again and stiffened as Stella forced her legs apart. A moment later, the girl's hungrily kissing lips wandered to the tingling little triangle up between her thighs. The hot wet kisses moved down, searching out the fleshy layers of Jill's vagina. The young girl's moistly pointed tongue licked slowly and hotly at the pulsating moist orifice, then explored the narrow, hair-lined passage until it found the tiny coral bud of Jill's clitoris.

The tantalizing touch of the younger girl's tongue sent new waves of forbidden ecstasy crashing through Jill's nakedly receptive body, while her brain reeled with a dull horror at what was happening. God but it was wonderful! she thought, and yet she found herself longing to fight off this further obscenity, this further assault against her once-pure body. Yet she was powerless under the delicious ravishment of her shamelessly aroused body and could only mewl with muffled pleasure as she submitted to the overpowering sexual stimulation coming from the long hard cock ramming in and out of her wide-stretched mouth and the gentle caresses of the wetly licking tongue up between her legs.

Wicked and evil though it was, it was wonderful, too, and she abandoned herself to the wanton delight of the lewd act she was performing as well, running her tongue shamelessly back and forth over the ' sensitive surface of Dimple's hotly throbbing cock, teasing the tiny slit in its tip, licking the drops of sticky fluid that oozed from it, tasting it, savoring it as he jerked his hips forward and fucked deep down inside the saliva-filled warm cavern of her mouth. His massively thick penis throbbed against her ovalled wet lips like a heart-beat as Dimples rested for a minute to feel the over powering sensations of her soft warm mouth, then partially withdrew before plunging in again.

Now Jill's passion-distorted brain brushed aside all rational thought, all conscious knowledge of her slavish acceptance of her lewd position, and gave herself up completely to the ecstasy of being fucked in the mouth and having her hotly pulsing pussy licked at the same time. She lay still, concentrating on the sensations, thrilling to the crescendo of hot excitement that rose almost to the bursting point in her now drenched, wildly palpitating pussy. So intent was she, that the sound of several people entering the room made no impression on her. The trio, an older woman and two men, one young the other middle-aged, stood quietly and watched the doubly debased girl writhe in helpless, submissive passion.

Madly, insanely now, she sucked on the thick pistoning cock in her mouth; her cheeks of their own volition, contracting, tightening around the long fleshy staff that moved in and out between her tightly pursed lips like a well-oiled drill. And then, suddenly, Dimples' nakedly powerful body above her was seized with a violent, wild spasm, and his abruptly jerking penis sent a thick stream of milky white sperm gushing into her tightly locked mouth, welling up and over her fully pursed young lips like a cascading fountain of half whipped cream. Jill gulped to swallow every hot drop, her throat constricting and relaxing alternately, hungrily, like a famished child sucking at its mother's breast. Close to satiation, her brain deranged with passion, she mindlessly licked and swished her tongue around the now slowly deflating penis, clinging possessively to its long thickness with her elastically ovalled lips in a last desperate effort to prolong the joy for yet another instant. At last the young man pulled away from her mouth with a wet, sucking sound, and reeled backwards, a thin, glistening strand of his sperm following him away and across the firmly rounded mounds of her naked breasts as Stella's long, pointed tongue fucked in and out of Jill's wildly clasping cunt.

Each quickening stroke of that quivering wet tongue ignited a new flame of rising passion that seared Jill's tingling young cunt, spreading to her quivering belly, shooting high up through her body to lick at her tender, sensitized breasts. She seemed possessed by an insane passion that blotted out all but the ecstatic pleasure of the young girl's hard driving tongue thrust again and again, ramming deep inside her frantically clasping cunt like a miniature penis. Suddenly Jill jerked and lurched, and a wet sticky fluid gushed forth from the walls of her hotly clinging vagina. She writhed and churned wildly as her eyelids flew open to the unbelievable sight of the younger girl's hand pumping voraciously into her own cuntal passage beneath her dress. Almost simultaneously, both girls began a weird, rhythmical incantation. "OoooooOOH! ooooooooOOOOO O O H H !!! I'm cummmMMIINNGG!! I'MMM CUUMMMIIIINNNNNGGGG!!!!!!!!!!"

Jill felt her own lust tormented vagina expanding in an agonizing spasm; the quaking wet walls of her womb seemed to explode outward, and the hotly churning liquid raced the full length of her dilated pussy, gushing forth into the passion-opened mouth of the younger girl and trickled in shining rivulets down Jill's madly twitching cuntal lips and beyond, into the soft whiteness of her thighs. With a loud sigh, Stella collapsed on Jill's voluptuously curved body which had already gone limp from exhaustion.

Jill lay still, thrilling to the numbing crescendo of forbidden pleasure that swept over her. So intent was she that the sound of quiet laughter made little impression on her. It was only when a gruff voice barked out "Shut up," breaking the silence, that she remembered where she was and how she came to be there.

Jill raised her head, recognizing the harsh voice with a cry of fear. "No. NO!" she whimpered at the cruelly leering face of the middle-aged man and his two companions - the younger man who had clipped her on the chin in the car, and a middle-aged woman who had the build of a wrestler and, Jill thought hysterically, looked like Yogi Berra.

"Yes, yes," Victor Rizzi mocked, striding briskly across the room to the bed. With one vicious gesture, he yanked Stella from her position above Jill's nakedly trembling thighs, tossing the young girl to the floor as if she were a crumpled, discarded bit of paper. "GOD DAMN IT! I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT HER TOUCHED!" he screamed, propelling a fear-stricken Dimples toward the room's only door. Secretly Victor had enjoyed the debasing he had just witnessed, but he was not about to allow these four pieces of shit to disobey his orders. "Get your ass outside and keep your eyes open," he hurled at the retreating figure of Dimples. "And keep your pecker in your pants! You'll get to make good use of it later," he spat sarcastically, then turned to the frightened girl on the bed, grinning maliciously. "Now it's time to make this pig's wife do a little crawling," he concluded with an arrogant sneer.

Jill stared into the cruel face, cowering her nakedness down against the mattress as if she might somehow burrow into it and hide herself. She closed her eyes and felt the tears oozing from under her eyelids and coursed down her cheeks. Blinded, she groped for something to cover herself. There was nothing. God, if there was only something to cover her, shield her defenselessly naked body from Victor Rizzi's lust and anger filled eyes that bored into her like bits of tempered steel.

A sudden movement startled her, and her eyelids fluttered open. She uttered a shrill, half-muffled cry as she saw Rizzi standing only inches from her head. He gave a short laugh, then with a sudden movement jerked his zippered fly open. A second later he reached in to bring his rigidly pulsating cock close to her mouth. "Suck it," he demanded lewdly, while the helpless young woman cringed as if she had been struck with a closed fist.

"Suck it," he repeated sternly.

Wide-eyed, paralyzed with fear, Jill's crazed mind screamed for help, for a way out of this terrible situation. Her eyes closed once again as she sought vainly for an answer. Suddenly it came to her, a single word, and she began to repeat it to herself, over and over again: Matt. . . Matt. . . Matt.. .