Chapter 6
Matt Grant stood quietly among the grove of orange trees not a hundred yards from the ranch house, puffing steadily on the cigarette shielded in his cupped palms. He would have liked a good strong belt of bourbon to ease the early morning chill that clutched at his stiffening body through the thin coat. But it was impossible. Instead, he forced his thoughts back to a more immediate problem, letting all the pertinent facts fall into their respective places as he went over them for what seemed the dozenth time.
He had lain on the too-short sofa in Jill's small apartment, smoking and a drink at his elbow, waiting patiently for her to come home. He had wanted to surprise her so he had not gone to the restaurant. When she had not arrived by ten-thirty he had called and discovered that she had left the restaurant on time as usual.
He had taken the car, then, and traced the route she took on her walk home. Nothing! Returning, finally, to the apartment, he had placed a call to the Bureau in Los Angeles and learned to his horror that Victor Rizzi had arrived at Los Angeles International some twenty minutes before. Rizzi was being tailed, and he was told to stay put until they notified him of Rizzi's destination.
It had been a long wait - a pack of cigarettes and five drinks worth. When the call finally came it was not what he expected - he was right back where he had been before. Rizzi's car had eluded the tail somewhere near Ojai. Additional units, plus the local sheriffs office and Highway Patrol were combing the area, but nothing had turned up yet. The voice on the phone was still droning on when he slammed the receiver down. The drive to Ojai was more like a flight, and when he arrived it all seemed unnecessary, for he still didn't know where to begin to search. Slowly, meticulously, he combed the back roads of the county, leaving the town and the highways to the men who were more familiar with them. With only a description of the car as his single clue, he searched for over two hours, until shortly after three A.M., he had found the ranch house among the orange trees - and the black limousine.
Now, afraid that Rizzi might slip away if he went for help, Matt quietly waited for it. There was no way of knowing how many men were in the rambling old house, but he had to try. There were at least three, of that he was almost certain. There was Rizzi, his chauffeur from the airport, and at least one person to watch over Jill... if they had grabbed her. There could be more. He hoped not.
Slowly, then, he began to creep toward the house, using the orange trees for cover wherever possible. The going was made more difficult by the nearly full moon which illuminated the bare ground around the house for over seventy-five feet in all directions. He skirted the entire house from a distance and still had no idea in which room Jill was being held, for all the windows in the rather large house showed light to one degree or another. He would just have to take his chances. Deciding to use the back door, he crept ever closer to it, and heard the sound of a male voice, loud, angry, just off to the left of the door. Detouring for a moment, he moved in that direction, in hopes that he might glimpse a view of the room, its occupants, and a general idea as to the layout of the house itself. He reached the window, slowly inched his fingers along its sash, and cautiously peered through. What he saw occupied his thoughts for only a moment. Jill was lying on a bed, naked, with Victor Rizzi's long white cock sawing into her mouth. Rizzi had raised his hand to slap her with an open palm, but for some strange reason the sound of the blow came to him before it was delivered, like an old movie with its sound track ahead of the action. The sound, had not been that of vicious Rizzi, but the loud thud that had caught him just below the ear, Matt realized for only an instant as he slumped toward the cold ground.
"Hey boss. We've got a visitor," Dimples exclaimed, breathlessly, bursting into the room just as Jill received the second load of hot spurting sperm down her gullet in fifteen minutes.
A barely satiated Victor Rizzi turned in anger toward the huge ox who stood in the doorway, arms dangling like a gigantic ape, and retorted, "You stupid fucking slob, can't you ever do what your told. You're suppose to be outside!" "But... but I was. That's what I'm trying to tell you. I was outside and this dude comes creeping up to the house, so I bopped 'em," he said, satisfied with his achievement.
"What? You mean there was someone outside?" It seemed incredulous to Rizzi. "Where? Show me," he said, stuffing his deflating, sperm-dripping penis back in his pants and zipping them.
When Matt Grant finally clawed his way back to awareness the things which greeted his eyes made him wish he were still unconscious. His wrists and ankles had been securely tied to a heavy straight-backed chair and only his aching head was free to move. The room in which he was being held was the one he had seen through the window. Starting with Victor Rizzi seated across from him, his trained eyes took in every detail of the small room; a muscular hood stood near the door with his arms folded, while a young girl and middle-aged woman were straightening up from the bed where Jill lay.
"What the hell are you doing to her?" Matt asked, as he struggled futilely at the bonds that held him securely.
"There's no reason to get excited," Victor Rizzi answered. "It was my wish that the young lady enjoy herself. No cause for alarm, Mr. Grant, she has just been given an injection, another small dose of hashish oil. .. her second tonight, and she responded so favorably to the first that we decided to increase the dosage. Administered to the blood stream it has an immediate effect that will last for several hours and then vanish with no ill effects," he continued with a charming smile.
"You slimy pig," Matt spat. "You'll never get away with this, Rizzi."
"Ah, but I shall, Mr. Grant, I shall. I have made elaborate plans that will completely exonerate our activities here. Besides, you see, we've checked the grounds and discovered that you are quite alone. However, there is one thing that puzzles me. How did you come to find me?"
Matt Grant sat silently. "Now, now, Mr. Grant... do you mind if I call you Matt? ... I feel that I know you well. Now, then, Matt, it will be much easier if you cooperate. It will be especially easier on Mrs. Foster."
"You leave her alone!"
"You have the positions reversed, Matt. I am in command here, not you." His voice took on a sterner quality. "I'll ask you just once more. How did you find this place?"
Still no answer.
"Very well then," Rizzi continued, "you leave me no choice." He turned toward the bed. "Stella!" Go relieve Dimples. And keep a sharp watch."
Without a word the young girl left the room. In a few moments the muscular youth appeared.
"Now, then, Matt. For one last time I ask you to reconsider. Jill will be especially unhappy about this decision of yours."
"What do you mean?"
"How do you think she's going to feel when we start in?"
"Start in?"
"Yes. I promised myself that Jill was going to pay for her indiscretions." His voice turned cruel as he stared into Matt's questioning eyes. "She is going to be debased beyond her or your wildest dreams. She will not be aware of it immediately, of course, but you will. You are going to sit there and watch me destroy this little bitch for thinking she could double cross Victor Rizzi."
Matt turned pale and clenched his fists. "You can't frighten me that way," he said.
"Not now, of course," Rizzi said. "But a little later - when you hear her screams - then, of course, you might become a little nervous." He smiled sadistically. "We'll go easy at first. But then ..." he let his voice trail off.
"You bastard!" Matt shouted.
Rizzi shook a warning finger at him. "You said we couldn't frighten you," he said, in feigned surprise. "But if you're going to yell when we only talk about degrading the young lady, what are you going to do when we actually start in on her?"
Matt restrained himself, refusing to be taunted.
"But you mustn't worry," the gangster continued. "We'll only scare Jill where it won't be generally seen. You know, in her mind. Where she can remember it for the rest of her life. Of course, though," he said, reflecting on his words, "there will be some lasting physical marks." He leaned forward, his black eyes boring into Matt's. "Marks that only she will be aware of. Stretch marks. A forever stretched cunt!" Without taking his eyes from the bound law enforcement officer he addressed Dimples. "Show him your weapon Dimples."
The muscular youth responded immediately, unzipping his fly and extracting his limp penis which even in that state was larger than most when fully erect. Slowly he began to stroke the massive shaft of flesh, and it responded immediately to his manipulations, swelling and rising, until it stood out from his body like a large limb on a small tree.
Matt, who had never felt in the least inadequate with the size of his own organ, gasped in disbelief at the now fully erect penis. Its very size he knew, would tear Jill horribly, scarring her tender young flesh forever, etching her brain for life with its painful entry. In rage, Matt struggled against his bonds, trying to get at the noxious underworld figure sitting across from him. "You bastard!" Matt spat again. "You slimy, filthy bastard!"
In response, Victor Rizzi grinned and motioned to Dimples to begin, shifting his chair in order to watch both the girl on the bed and the totally helpless Treasury Agent in the chair.
Jill looked up with a start of pleasure when Dimples leaned over her, roughly forced her legs apart and moved one big hand down to trace the length of her hair-lined cuntal furrow.
Matt, watching a few feet away, let out a bellow that sounded like that of a wounded bull, and made another futile attempt to free himself.
On the bed, Jill rolled her eyes up at Dimples. He was such a beautiful young man, she thought. Her eyes slowly traveled around the room, taking in the faces that all seemed to be directed toward her. There was Victor, and Angie, and Emma, and . .. and even Matt. They were all such beautiful people. She smiled crookedly at the pock-marked face above her, squinting to focus on it. "Hi," she said, grinning widely.
"Hi," Dimples grunted, waving his hand.
Jill squinted dreamily at the others. Matt was here too. How marvelous! Everything was wonderful. She returned her gaze to Dimples. "Hi," she repeated the word coming out slowly, sensually.
In answer, Dimples placed his hands on the young naked girl's ripely upthrust breast, pressing his thumbs and forefingers against the tiny little buds of her nipples, rolling them into a taut erection. He felt his painfully throbbing cock jerk inside his pants as he anticipated the pleasure in store for him.
His hands roved down Jill's lushly naked body, caressing the firm flesh of her gently swelling belly, moving on to explore the mass of golden, sparsely curling pubic fleece up between her legs. Jill, transfixed in her drugged haze, felt a rising tide of passion surging through her at the delicious touch of the young man's fingers. Tingling with excitement, she sat up, mouth hanging open expectantly, and positioned herself on all fours on the edge of the bed. Her nakedly gleaming ass waved in invitation. In an instant, Dimples was on his knees beside her stroking her firm-fleshed thighs again, running his hands down the outside of them, over them, spreading them apart in a slow, methodical movement and finally moving his hands up and down the tender flesh of her inner thighs.
Jill whimpered in ecstasy, and then drew her legs together in shocked surprise as the morning air blew coolly across her wetly throbbing vaginal slit. Now Dimples' hand slipped closer to her pinkly glistening pussy, gently parting the sensitive fleece-lined cuntal lips while Jill closed her eyes and gasped with pleasure. She felt the surging desire flowing through her entire body, but converging there up between her legs was a wild throbbing sensation that was beyond her control, a desire that turned her narrow cuntal passage into a hot seeping cavern of moistness. She groaned softly, lifted her feet up, and placed heels far apart on the edge of the bed to present the whole of her naked pussy to all the lewdly gaping eyes.
Dimples' finger wormed tenderly into the heated pink wetness, and Jill's entire being tingled. He probed deeper, first fingering the fleshy lips, then withdrawing to find the hard, taut bud of her clitoris. He gently stroked that, too, until she responded with a sudden little spasm of pure delight and a sensuous grinding of her buttocks that was visible to all the onlookers.
She remembered them in some dim way, their faces merging with the bright colors and sweet sounds which were the setting for the marvelous sensations she felt, and turned her head to see Matt.
She loved him so much, she knew. But he seemed angry. Now why would he be angry? She searched her befuddled brain for an answer, but was unable to find one. Jill brushed the question aside, lying nakedly back now, as Dimples' finger eased gently into her cunt, probing deeper and deeper into her moistly welcoming vaginal cavern. She moaned and tossed beneath him, then with a sudden movement threw her arms up around his neck as she began to wildly rotate her hips against his outstretched finger.
She caught the sight of Matt's face again, bright red now with fury, with hatred, with disgrace. I'll make it up to him, she promised herself. I'll explain. And hell understand. Oh, yes, he'll understand. And we'll do this together, and Matt will know how wonderful it is, and he'll understand, and he won't be angry with me any more, and he'll feel just the way I do . . . just the way I do, she thought through the dim haze of her hashish aroused passion.
Jill held Dimples closer to her, but there was something wrong - something awfully wrong! She didn't know what it was at first and then it dawned on her that his body, which should have been smooth and glistening and warm was for some reason rough and irritating. She felt it again. He was rough and irritating and somehow dry and uncomfortable. She focused her eyes on him, puzzled, and then it dawned on her that he was still fully clothed. He shouldn't be doing that, she was sure. It spoiled the fun. She began to rip the buttons of his shirt, but when her limp fingers slid around them, she reached for the zipper on his pants. She found, instead, his already erect penis.
Clasping her fingers around the young man's long blood-swollen cock, she massaged it gently, moving the foreskin back and forth, back and forth, until his hardness grew stronger springing into a separate living thing, she thought in her drug dazed reverie. She gazed at it, admiring its gigantic size and its now rock-hard rigidity, staring unblinkingly at the small hole that was like an eye at the very tip of his penis.
"Oooooh!" she moaned, falling back on the bed, her legs spread wide, her heels splayed out over the sides of it, "Oooooh, Dimples!"
With a quick twist of his wrist, he pulled his shirt off, unbuckled his belt and let his pants slip down. He'd been kneeling, but now he stood, leaning over Jill lying limp and waiting on the mattress. "What do you want me to do, baby?" he asked coldly.
"Ooooh," she moaned. "Ooooh .. . you know!"
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do!"
"Tell me," he ordered.
"I want you to fuck me," Jill said, all inhibitions wiped away by the exhilarating effect of the hashish. "I want you to fuck me.
Dimples shot a quick, evil glance at Matt, who watched the scene in complete and utter shock. "Say it again," he ordered her, twisting the emotional knife one more time. "Say it loud so Mister Grant can hear you."
Matt wanted to hear her say it, Jill thought. But of course she would for him. She would do anything to make him happy. She would make him ever so happy when that time came. But now she would make him happy by saying it again. "Fuck me," she said in a low, passion-thickened voice. "Fuck me!" She heard a yell that sounded as if it came from Matt, but she couldn't understand why he would be shouting when she was doing what he wanted her to. Soon his voice died away and she forgot about it as Dimples, kneeling eagerly between her open thighs, used the thick, bulbous head of his penis to part the wetly glistening lips of her vagina, leaving the excited little cuntal mouth up between her legs completely open to him. Then, she felt his heatedly pulsating shaft slip along the entire length of her vaginal furrow where it teasingly parted the softly curling strands of her pubic hair and pushed against her overly sensitive clitoris. A jolt of pleasure shot through her. "Oh . . . ahhhhhh!"
Dimples' hands closed around the tops of her thighs, gripping them tightly, and his fingers dug harshly into her soft flesh. "Put it in," he ordered.
"I'm .. . I'm afraid. It's going to hurt," she groaned helplessly.
"Put it in!" His words snapped out like a cat-o'-nine-tails, and she flinched as though he had actually struck her.
Jill groaned piteously as she felt his brutal fingers digging even deeper into her sensitive flesh. She couldn't stand pain like that and her own burning need. In desperation, she reached back between her legs and found his hotly throbbing hardness. It was so massive that it seemed as though she couldn't possibly wrap her fingers around it. But with that first touch of her hands on his living, pulsating flesh, she knew she had to have it inside her. He was going to impale her; she knew it would hurt. He would split her. She would die. And yet... strangely ... masochistically ... she welcomed this death. Just fuck me, she thought, and then tearfully pressed his huge bulbous cock-head at the defenseless little opening of her vagina. The huge youth smiled out at the spectators as he felt her trembling hand place his cock at the wetly puckering opening to her womb. He began a slow prodding against the elastic opening, feeling the softly yielding lips parting to accommodate him. Then the huge head was through the first layer of warm, all-enveloping wet flesh and attempting to force its way inside the tight restricting ring of cuntal muscle that jealously guarded the entrance to her deeper vaginal passage.
"Aaaaaggghhhh," she groaned, panting in pain. "You're hurting me. Stop for a minute ... please."
Now, though, with the feel of her warmly clasping pussy giving way before him, Dimples no longer felt any tenderness or inclination for mercy. He wanted to be inside her - all the way. He needed to be. He wanted to fuck her, had to fuck her! And the heat of animal desire suddenly shorted out all restraint in him. He took a tighter hold on her thighs and then lunged forward, while at the same time pulling her buttocks back toward him.
"Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhh," it was a shrill scream of agony from Jill, as she felt his long thick cock slam through the hotly throbbing barriers of her cunt, ramming deeper, far deeper than she had ever been penetrated before. She was being split apart - ripped asunder! She even thought she could feel her protesting stomach muscles being ripped from their anchoring tendons. Another scream gurgled from her throat, but this was hashish-induced and sounded like the wild scream of exaltation of a mating cat.
Jul struggled vainly as she dug her buttocks into the mattress and lunging sideways in an effort to escape the brutal impalement. The giant pulsating penis was like some huge diamond-headed drill boring deep into the subterranean areas of her belly. She could swear it was in so far that it must be lodged up between her breasts. Her stretched-to-capacity cuntal walls were searing blazes of agony from the invading shaft of muscle and flesh.
Jul attempted once more to struggle loose, but all her efforts were futile, and she realized he had actually skewered her, impaled her on the end of his rock-hard cock like some helpless laboratory specimen on a mounting board.
She has an absolutely incredible little cunt, Dimples thought with delight. It was tight; the tightest he had in many years, but it was all velvet and heat in there. A proud pussy, with reason to be proud. She had deep muscles that were working on him now, even though she was still moaning and groaning in pain. It was a wonderful sensation, and if he didn't watch himself he would go out of his mind. Her wetly clinging pussy lips clutched and caressed the thickness of his cock, moving like an expensive, butter-slickened suede glove - or a warm wet chamois cloth around the full length of his hardened manhood. And because she would make him cum this way - without his moving at all - Dimples decided he had better start the fuck show right now or Rizzi, watching from across the room, would think he was a rabbit who couldn't hold back.
The subserviently kneeling young girl gradually became aware that Dimples was beginning to rock rhythmically and gently in and out of the soft confines of her hideously stretched vagina. The pain was fading now, and she began to feel once more the buildup of pleasure. Her breath became more shallow, and it rasped in her throat.
"Go on ... darling ... go on. I love it." she groaned her ass sensually back against him.
Dimples heard her words and a feeling of supreme power and achievement swept over him. He knew now that she was responding to his hotly pulsating cock as he fucked in and out with long, steady strokes that had all the accuracy of a torpedo speeding silently through the warm vaginal seas.
Little explosive sounds of delight began coming from Jill's lips with each inward thrust of that implacable shaft of hard flesh. She could feel her sensually aroused body responding to him, could feel muscles and tendons and nerves all working in unison to bring him pleasure and her relief. She spread her thighs even wider, feeling her knees scraping against the wool blanket. She could feel everything about him now. The prurient little throbs his pulsing cock's head made, the twitching, his pubic hair pressed tight against her thighs. Suddenly she dropped from her elbows to one shoulder on the bed, lifting her firmly rounded young ass up higher in an obscene offering of lust. Deep, deep inside of her, the spongy hot head of his penis grazed against the bony tip of her cervix while her uterus expanded and contracted like the dark folds of some incredibly warm accordion. She felt the first barely perceptible beginnings of the fire preceding her orgasm. It was beautiful... so beautiful. She began working toward it, edging up to it so it would not run away like some frightened bird.
And then, abruptly, Dimples pulled completely out!
"Don't," she panted. "You can't do that to me. You promised. You promised to fuck me ... to make me cum."
Dimples raised up and stared down at her. A cruel grin of victory was on his face. "And I will. Now I'm going to fuck you another way .. . you'll be on top and I'll be on the bottom."
Jill felt a rush of greater passion as her drug-dulled mind finally realized the implications of what he was saying. She would be on top; she would be boss .. . she could bring on her orgasm at will.
Dimples lay down beside her. She saw his great long cock, throbbing away, shining with juices from deep within the well-springs of her own wetly grateful vagina. And because she wanted to and no longer had any inhibitions whatsoever left, she bent forward and kissed the rigidly heated length that had brought her so much pleasure. She licked it from testicles to purplish-red head before straddling him.
Dimples, flat on his back, had his hands behind his head. He watched her with amusement.
Finally Jill said, "What shall I do?"
"Sit up on my prick. Put it between your legs - let it slip into that tight juicy little pussy - and then slowly... sit down."
The drugged young blonde did as she was instructed, feeling the huge pulsating head once again stretching her moistly quivering cuntal opening. This time, however, there was no pain, only indescribable delight as it slowly sank into her. She played with it, tightening her pussy lips around it . . . making little movements of penetration . .. one inch . . . two inches . . . out a little, in a little .. . three inches. It was a ceremonial sword being returned to its rightful sheath. Her eyes widened once again in animal passion. And finally, no longer able to deny herself the joy of full penetration, she lowered herself completely on the hotly throbbing rod. When it was finally lodged all the way in her, she shook her head in unconcealed delight, and her long honey-blonde hair swung back and forth like a golden curtain blowing in the breeze.
She began moving up and down on the thick, wetly glistening cock, making slow movements at first. She experimented, then realized that she could bring her erectly tingling clitoris into contact with the warm hard shaft. Unable to control herself, she greedily began bouncing up and down on his lap, feeling the hardened male flesh pounding deeper, ever deeper into the lonely cuntal canyon up between her open thighs. Her naked young body began twitching and writhing in uncontrollable wantonness. She groaned in complete abandonment as the deliciously punching instrument sank to new, untapped depths in her rippling womb. Her face reddened and little moans of ecstasy bubbled out of her throat. "Oh... so beautiful, so wonderful. .. oh, darling." She bent forward impulsively and kissed the surprised young man, digging her tongue into his warm wet mouth, tongue-fucking him. Then she drew back, her eyes beginning to glaze again and her breath coming faster.
Dimples felt her deliberately pull her knees in tighter around his ribcage as she sought to increase the friction. Then, when he was sure she was once again about to reach toward the orgasm, he took his hands out from behind his head and grabbed the warmly thrusting mounds of her buttocks to hold her tight against his flat stomach.
"What. .. what are you doing?" she asked, still making little movements in spite of his unbreakable grip on her buttocks.
Dimples smiled. "I promised to make you cum. And I will. But first..." Even as he was speaking, his hands once again peeled apart the soft white cheeks of her ass.
Angie, the ferrety gangster, had walked quietly up behind them. He was completely naked, and his long thick penis stood out rigidly erect and ready. He stared hungrily down at the ripe full moons of her defenselessly quivering ass, at the exposed little anus, and then at Victor Rizzi for direction.
Jill winced in surprised pain and then screamed aloud as Angie took her by the thighs and brutally forced her legs farther apart. She screamed in fright, then gasped again as Angie's outstretched finger momentarily teased, then wormed its way deep into the puckered little orifice of her anus. In and out it ground, in and out, and Jill felt a searing pain that only moments later turned to discomfort, then to a strangely soothing pleasure, bringing an aching longing in drug-crazed body, a weird masochistic desire she knew in her heart to be wicked and evil. But she knew she could never resist, not when she felt such excitement and joy and sheer ecstasy in the act.
She groaned and wiggled her hips salaciously back as Angie's finger prodded and probed inside her tightly clenched little anus, widening it, expanding it, bringing a delightful, pleasurable throb to it that made her gasp for breath. Then a second finger joined the first, forced in with a terrible urgency. He began to work the two back and forth in the narrow passage; preparing it for the entrance of his already lust-swollen cock.
The smaller hoodlum was almost ready, breathing hard, panting over her nakedly kneeling body, and his fingers thrust in and out of her tightly puckering anus as if he no longer had control of them. Then Angie, like Dimples, before, demanded that she beg him, implore him, to perform this outrageously perverted act. "Want it?" he asked coldly, cruelly, as if she were no more than an animal to be debased for his pleasure. Jill hesitated, frightened by the sadistic tone of his voice, then said, "Oooooooh! Yes!"
"Yes, what? Tell me! Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you," Angie commanded.
"I... I... " But Jill could not bring herself to speak the vile words. "I can't," she wailed.
"Like Hell you can't," Angie said, squirming his fingers deeper for emphasis.
"P.l.e.a.s.e ..." Jill whimpered, trying to hold back her tears. "Please fuck me in the ass. Please."
"Why?" Angie asked, tormenting her still further.
"Because that's what I like," Jill said, and in her drug-crazed mind she thought it was the truth.
Angie twisted around, leering obscenely, while Rizzi shrieked triumphantly, "Hear that, Matt! That's what your precious girl friend likes ... a little asshole fucking. How about that?" He poked Matt, who groaned in impatient anger. "She likes to be fucked in the ass!"
Matt's attention turned once more to Jill, lying on the bed. Angie had pulled her naked young buttocks up to a kneeling position and mounted her as if he were a stallion, and now he took his thick, swollen shaft and wrapped Jill's tiny fingers around its hotly pulsating hardness. "Put it in," he ordered, guiding her hand down toward the hairless, rubbery little opening to her rectum. Jill, too terrified to resist, and with a drug-induced desire to comply at the same time, placed the tip of the lust-thickened instrument against her fearfully cringing anus. With a quick brutal thrust that this time brought a scream of pain from her, Angie popped the blood-filled head just up inside the small, tightly puckered orifice, then slowly pressed forward and forced the elastically yielding walls further and further apart until he was sunk deep up in the tightness of her painfully quivering bowels.
He began to ram it in and out, and the intense pain Jill had felt as he entered her suddenly blended with the intense humiliation she felt; both sensations gradually turned to an oddly rising sexual stimulation. She moved experimentally back against his heatedly pulsating cock, arching her body, thrusting her nakedly gleaming buttocks up and outward, rotating them in tiny teasing circles as she met Angie's thick hardness reaming out her rectum . . . then falling forward to impale herself on Dimples' massively pistoning penis lodged so deeply in her wide-stretched vagina. Oh, God, she thought again, as a helpless ecstatic moan rose deep within her throat, this was horrible, horrible .. . but, at the same time, wickedly beautiful to be used and simultaneously fucked in the ass and vagina like a common whore. There was agony and ecstasy, all whirled together in one great sensual moment, and she thought, in spite of her initial revulsion, that the last few hours had been just that, agony and ecstasy, and she had lived through the most sensuously exciting time in her life .. . and best of all she was sharing this joy with the man she loved, Matt Grant. Gratefully, she glanced over to him, and his figure went in and out of focus as the hashish-oil sent billowing clouds of uncertainty through her brain. For just a moment, she had thought Matt was tied to a chair; but that was impossible, no one could tie up Matt!
Angie's sperm-bloated balls smacked down hard against the slavishly kneeling girl's upper thighs as his thickly burrowing cock sank deep up inside her tight little rectal passage, pushing almost to her pelvis.
Suddenly Jill no longer cared about anything but what was happening to her tortured young body. Gradually a glow was building up back there in the buttery depths of her rectum; she recognized it for what it was - a promise ... a promise that shouted, "You're about to cum . .. work at it - work at it!" She moved frantically upward against his incoming sodomizing stroke, and then fell greedily forward to sink Dimples' hotly pulsating cock to the hilt in her cock-crazed vagina.
Then, as if by some secret signal, both massive shafts of lust-hardened flesh were moving in unison, battering into her - buffeting her nakedly writhing body between them. She closed her eyes in delirium - she was a love slave. Let them do what they want to me; I'll do anything for them.
Dimples knew the second she had totally surrendered to her brutal ravishment. He had known long before she, because he could feel her responsive little twitchings deep in her vagina. She was close to cumming... it would be a climax she could never equal again. She would simply pass out at the height of it. She was coming closer . . . closer . .. closer. He could feel her inner muscles suddenly tensing, could feel the uncontrollable twitching deep within her wildly milking cunt beginning to go insane. Her breath had almost stopped; her eyes had grown wide in stunned disbelief and fevered hope. He felt the first jerkings as Angie grunted once and began spewing his sperm deep up inside her rectum. He knew that had triggered her climax for her!
Jill felt the exquisite velvet explosion beginning in her body. She felt the hot throbbing of Angie's ejaculating cock deep in her rectum and knew he was cumming inside her there. The knowledge that the perverted act had already been concluded . . . and that she had enjoyed it... was the catalyst that set off the explosion. She was close. Very close. Almost there. Almost. THERE!
"Ah? Ah? UH? I'm ... I'm ... I'm ... , I'M CUMMMIING! Oh, God! I'm cumming ..." The first convulsive wave of joy and ecstasy wracked her body, and it was then, just before her fluttering eyes closed, that she saw them . . .Victor Rizzi and all of them - even Matt - looking hot-eyed and breathless at her and her lewd, unforgivable lasciviousness.
"I'm cumming," she screamed defiantly at them. "I'm cumming," and her nostrils dilated with joy. Her nakedly convulsing body moved in a whirl-wind of lust and fulfillment. Let them stare. I am not alone in my shame. I revel in it. I grovel in it. My shame is my joy. Share my joy with me. Cum with me. Cum all of you. Her body continued to pound up and down on Dimples' hard-driving penis and then, happily, she felt it, too, spurting far, far up inside of her. That ignited new and even more powerful stages in her orgasm, and she was jetting in free-fall toward the mysterious never-before realms of sensation. She came .. . and came, her voice shrilly crying out in wonderment and exaltation .. . until finally, she felt her mind drifting off. . . and she fell forward, in a swoon of passion, upon the chest of the man who had brought this joyous moment to her.
Jill had been repeatedly fucked into unconsciousness when the door to the small room burst open with an explosion like dynamite, and two uniformed deputy sheriffs were through it in an instant. With a smooth stride that seemed practiced and unbroken, they raised their service revolvers, covering the rooms occupants.
"Police officers! Freeze! Hold it! Don't touch that gun or I'll shoot!" one of them shouted as Victor Rizzi defiantly reached under his coat. The gangster's hand stopped. Then, every detail, every single movement was lightning-fast, and was over almost before it had begun.
Matt Grant sat quietly, rubbing his wrists, as his old friend, Sheriff Ray Ball explained the details; how they had found his car and the note he had left under the windshield. After that it had been merely routine.
Matt Grant was still sitting there, an hour later. Everyone had gone; the deputies, Victor Rizzi and his cohorts, Sheriff Ball, even the ambulance attendants with their gurney and its sheet covered, unconscious occupant. But Matt Grant was still there - alone, an empty spot where his heart once was, a moisture in his unseeing eyes as he relived, over and over, the horrible memory of this early morning. Finally, as the sun began to peek in the corner of the room's only window he stood wearily and left the room. He did not look back.