Chapter 6
Rhoda had recovered, physically, quite quickly from her ordeal with Don Proctor. She had bathed, cleaning herself thoroughly, then had soaked for more than an hour in a tub of hot water, before she felt really clean, again. Psychologically, she would never be the same; although Don Proctor had forced her to have sexual intercourse with him, she had to admit to herself that she had enjoyed the soaring orgasm to which he had brought her. Now, she knew what it was she had been missing in her marriage.
In bed with Phil she had become aroused, knowing now that she could be brought to the heights, and that there was a way she could be assisted there. She had overcome her shyness in sexual matters enough to ask him, outright, for it. Her great need dictated it. She had asked Phil to . . . lick her ... get her ready, really ready for a meaningful sexual encounter, but Phil had been too fast, too peremptory, hurrying to get his hard cock in her to bring himself sexual satisfaction. It had been difficult for her. She had been so frustrated that she had gone into the bathroom, ostensibly to clean herself up, but in reality, not knowing in advance what she would do there, she had been successful in bringing herself to orgasm, relieving her frustration and allowing her a restful night's sleep. Never would she have dreamed that her sex needs could have driven her to solitary masturbation.
After she had taken that long, soaking bath after Don's departure, she turned her attention to the damning tape of Phil's conversation with an unknown man. Clearly, Phil had agreed to sell-out, but she was determined that this bit of evidence would be destroyed. Opening the plastic cartridge, she used her sewing scissors to shred the tape into thousands of pieces, then she had taken the tiny pieces of acetate in a paper bag to the unused incinerator behind the apartment building where she watched it burn completely to ash. She had further vowed to herself that she would not mention it to Phil, unless he brought up the subject himself. In her own mind she really couldn't believe that he would do something like that. She wanted to hear it from his own lips.
She thought of Don Proctor. Should she tell Phil about him . . . and what he had done to her? She decided that nothing would be gained. Proctor had blackmailed her. She had paid off. It was as simple as that. Lurking in the back of her mind was the idea that Don may have done her a service in awakening her libido; however, thoughts of that bestial man awakened the terror and fear in her that she had first experienced. The sexual release had only been at the end of that horrible session. She preferred to remember that and often dwelt upon it, hoping against hope that she could have the experience again and again in her own marital bed, with Phil, her husband. Phil, whom she loved even more dearly, now, would never know what she had done for him. She wanted it that way!
Tuesday morning, Rhoda tried to accomplish most of the paper work involved with her application for a teaching job with the Seattle school system. She and Phil had discussed it; Phil had been agreeable to her trying for the job, telling her that perhaps her solution was the wisest one.
"The economics of today seems to make it almost necessary we have two incomes ..." he had said. "So, go ahead and see what you can do about getting that job."
Rhoda had been overjoyed, for through her extra income, they could plan ahead to a more comfortable, although certainly not a more luxurious existence.
The doorbell rang. Rhoda arose from the table where she was writing out the information required on the application forms and went, reluctantly, to the door. Who in the world can it be... I sure don't need any gossipy neighbor woman dropping in on me, today . . .
She opened the door. Don Proctor stood there, his twisted grimace of a smile on his face.
"Good morning, Rhody, bab ..." he began.
Swinging the door, hard, she tried to slam it in his face. Proctor was too quick for her; he swung his attache case forward, wedging it between the door and the jamb. He pushed the door open against her puny, woman-strength and walked boldly into her apartment. He was followed by two men, each of whom, also, carried similar attache cases. The last man in closed the door.
Instant terror struck her; she shrank back away from them, looking with horrified eyes from one to the other of the three neatly dressed men. Don stepped toward her while the other two lounged easily near the door. Rhoda stepped backward a step, keeping her distance.
"W-what do . . . y-you want ..." she managed, trying not to show her terror.
Smoothly, seductively, the security guard began, "I've got some new leads on that husband of yours . . . and ..."
Rhoda knew, then, what his angle was. She stepped back another step and said, "I don't want t-to hear it!"
Proctor moved smoothly toward her.
She shouted, her voice terror-stricken, "Don't you dare touch me! G-get out! All of you!"
Running forward, she dodged Don's advance and made for the door; the larger of the two men grabbed her, easily, clamping a hand over her mouth.
"Got you, baby!" he gloated.
Don Proctor stepped up in front of her, his ferret-eyes glinting with anger.
He grated out at her, "Now, listen, you little bitch. . . we're going to have a nice quiet afternoon, together . . . here in your snug Little apartment . . . and, you're going to cooperate! If you don't . . . nobody'll ever be able to recognize you again!"
Rhoda struggled in the big man's bear-hug, attempting, desperately, to free herself. He laughed deep in his huge barrel chest.
"Don't waste your strength, baby! You're not getting away from me!" he warned.
"Take her into the bedroom, Allen," Don ordered.
The third man, who had still not spoken, preceded them into the bedroom; he hurriedly stripped the counterpane, blankets and top sheet from the bed, tossing the bedding to the top of the dresser. Allen deposited Rhoda on the bed as Don and the number three man produced handcuffs from their belt, locked one wristlet of each set to the corners of the headboard, each reaching for one of her wrists, they pulled her down on her back and locked each of her wrists securely with the manacles. Allen, now bending down over her, his big hand still clasped over her mouth, grinned lewdly into her face.
"This'll be fun for you, too ... if you want it to be!" he suggested.
Producing a wide roll of adhesive tape from his attache case, Don tore off a generous strip, wadded his handkerchief into a ball, and reaching down forced her jaws open with thumb and forefinger.
"O.K., Allen . . . take your hand away!" he said.
Allen removed his hand from her mouth, and Don stuffed the handkerchief between her teeth, quickly applying the adhesive across her lips to make an effective gag.
"This doesn't have to stay on," Don Proctor said, "Whether it stays ... or comes off ... is up to you ..."
The girl's fear-glazed eyes, wide open, pleading with them looked up to see the three men looking down at her, salaciously, lewdly, lasciviously, their lustful eyes devouring her voluptuous figure.
"When do we undress her . . . Don?" Allen asked.
"Anytime . . . right now ... if you want to ... " Don croaked, sitting down at the foot of the bed and reaching for one of her feet, he quickly removed one, then the other of her shoes, dropping them carelessly on the floor.
God! They're actually g-going to r-rape me. . . all three of them! What can I do ... oh God. . . hear me. . . hear my prayer! I'm so alone. . . and so helpless! Please. . . help me! Oh, HELP ME!
Allen reached down to the neck opening of her blouse, his big hand grabbing the thin material, his brown, pig-eyes dancing lewdly in his head. He chortled, "Damn me . . . I've always wanted to do this to a woman!" His hand slashed downward, ripping her blouse to shreds; again, and again, he grasped and ripped until he had it all off, the torn pieces of material scattered around the room like confetti.
Meanwhile, Proctor had unhooked and unzipped her skirt, hauling it down over her legs, roughly, exposing the tapering white columns to their sex-crazed gaze. Rhoda kept her legs clamped tight together. She knew what the sight of her body was doing to these men, but she could do nothing to turn them off. She looked up at the third man. He stood as though he were mesmerized, gazing intently at her loins, the whiteness of her panties, with tiny tufts of soft blonde pubic hair curling out, somehow holding him entranced.
The big man leaned over her, a long switchblade knife in his hands. Rhoda screamed, the gag making it silent, as he used the knife, the blade chill against her crawling flesh; he slipped the knife expertly under the straps of her bra, the keen edge severing them like butter; then, a third time, between the cups, his knife snicked, and he plucked the bra from her, exposing the magnificent, full, rounded orbs of her breasts to the three rape-bound men.
Don Proctor reached to the waistband of her panties; he started to tear them from her, ripping them to shreds, but he was stopped in mid-movement.
"No! Save those for me!" the third man in the room screeched. "I want 'em!"
"O.K. . . . take 'em off of her, yourself. . . Sky!" the security guard assented, releasing the panties and sitting back.
"No! No, I won't touch her ... I just want her panties! Just . . . don't rip 'em when you take 'em off of her!" Sky said, nervously.
Proctor winked at Allen, shaking his head negatively, and the big man followed his lead.
"Sorry, Sky . . . you want her pants . . . you get them yourself!"
Sky looked, pathetically from one to the other of his companions, his face bleak with disappointment.
"All right! I'll take 'em off myself!" he grunted.
Approaching the bed he reached out, gingerly, grasping Rhoda's panties on either side, and began to tug them from her hips with extreme gentleness as he crooned to her.
"Little lady ... I don't want to do anything to hurt you . . . you're such a beautiful little thing . . . just like a doll ... all I want's your panties ... to keep. You won't mind that . . . will you . . . you've probably got several extra pairs ..."
He now had pulled her panties down to her knees, his eyes locked on the softly curling hair at the triangle of her sex. Don broke in, spoiling the mood for Sky.
"God damn it, Sky! Get those fucking pants off of her!"
Sky was startled. Suddenly, hastily, he pulled her wisp of nylon panties off and retreated to the corner of the room burying his face in them.
"God! Oh, God!" he moaned. "They're so soft. .. and warm!"
Rhoda felt so cold and exposed, the terror in her pounding in her veins, her chest heaved, her breasts moving up and down, provocatively, as she gasped for breath, the gag in her mouth feeling nauseous to her, and her head flailed from side to side with her desperation. She hadn't understood the by-play with Sky, but she was impressed by the gentleness of his hands as he had removed her panties.
I can't imagine why he'd want my panties. . . and put them all over his face like that!
Don Proctor came to sit on the bed next to her, his hand reaching out, casually, to fondle a breast, his fingers massaging and kneading, his thumb and forefinger rolling the coral nipple until it was hard and spiky.
"Don't fight it, Rhoda, baby . . . we've got a lot of time ..." he said. "I want you to listen real good to this tape . . . then you'll understand . . . why I came back ..."
He removed the portable tape recorder from his case and set it in motion. Rhoda heard her own voice: "OOH, YES, DON! I-I WANT IT! F-FUCK ME! Y-YES PLEASE . . . FUCK ME?" Don's voice: "WHERE?" "IN MY C-CUNT!"
"WITH WHAT? GOD DAMN IT! WITH WHAT?"
"WITH THAT BIG C-COCK OF YOURS!"
My God! He made a recording. . . that day . . . he raped me!
Shame and humiliation at the memory of what she had said that day flooded through her as her quick, hot tears ran down her cheeks. He's going to use that. . . as - as blackmail against me! Oh, God! When will it end! There's always more. . . and more. . . and I'll be used again . . . and again! My God! Oh, My God!
Proctor was speaking again, "Now, that pretty well establishes what you are . . . doesn't it?"
Rhoda wagged her head from side to side.
No! He's implying that I'm a - a p-prostitute. . . now! Oh God, I need you!
Crack!
His hand snaked out, slapped her full in the face!
"Bitch!" he snarled. "You want to keep that tape away from your husband . . . don't you?"
Her streaming eyes pleaded with him, her head moving, affirmatively. He went on.
"Doesn't that tape show that you're nothing but a whore?"
Rhoda's fear was too great. The vision of herself. . . facing Phil as he heard it . . . flashed through her mind.
Anything. . . but that!
Affirming his words, again, her head moved up and down.
"Are you ready to cooperate?" he asked her.
Forgive me! Dear God. . . forgive me! I can't help it! I have to do. . . whatever. . . he wants me. . . to do. I've never been so helpless. . .
Again she signaled affirmatively.
"If I let you loose and take off that gag . . . will you promise not to scream or run away ..." he asked.
Her bobbing head up and down told her acquiescence to his demands, and he leaned forward to rip the adhesive tape from her lips. She spat out the handkerchief.
"You bastard!" she shot at him, and licked at her lips where the tape had made them raw.
Allen guffawed. "That's it gal . . . show a little spunk!"
Don's face had crimsoned, but Allen's remark turned his anger, the twisted grin returning to his face.
"Yeah . . . that's right ... a little fight'll make it more fun!" he agreed, reaching into his pocket for his key case. "Unlock those cuffs!"
He twisted the key in the lock, freeing one of her hands; likewise, Allen freed the other, and she sat up rubbing her wrists where the steel bracelets had chafed her, cruelly.
Sky spoke up, now, from where he stood in the corner, still holding her panties to his cheek. "It's about time for a drink ... isn't it . . . Don?"
Proctor looked at him with distaste. "Yeah . . . Rhoda'll have one with us ... ! Get some glasses!"
The broad-faced man named Sky left the room, quickly, and they heard him rummaging around in the kitchen searching for the glasses.
Don Proctor looked over at Allen, who had sat down beside Rhoda and was running his big paw of a hand over her full, pouting breasts, appreciatively, feeling their soft, silkiness as he teased a coral tipped nipple to erectness under his thumb and forefinger, and said, "Christ! If I'd known Sky was such a kook I'd never have let him come along!"
Allen shrugged his big shoulders. "Just goes to show you," he grunted. "Everybody's got some kind of a hang up...."
Shivering inwardly, Rhoda tolerated the big man's caresses. She had already faced her point of decision, passed it, her mind made up that there was nothing she could do to delay or escape her fate. Resignedly, fatalistically, she had decided she would have to do their bidding; her cooperation would assure that she would not be hurt ... or killed. Now, she waited, eagerly, for Sky to return with glasses from her kitchen. They had brought liquor with them! That's what she needed to dull the shame and humiliation in her. She hated the stuff, and only drank an occasional drink to be sociable when she had to be.
Having raised both nipples to spiky hardness, Allen used his mouth, sucking up the entire areola; he used his tongue and the roof of his mouth to nurse at a breast, the suction becoming increasingly painful. Until, suddenly, again that unexplainable warmth flowed out, permeating her breasts, racing through her belly and igniting a flame in her loins. She moaned with the horrible pleasure of it, her hand stealing up to his neck to pull his massive head in close to her.
What's happening to me. . . God! That feels wonderful! His mouth . . . just his mouth on my breast. . . is making me hot all over again! It's wrong... so wrong! I shouldn't be reacting to a ... a stranger like this! But, I feel so.. . sexy . . . and wanton . . . almost like I want them to. . . f-fuck me! Oh, dear Lord! Forgive me! I don't want this... all I want. . . ever is Phil! This way I'm . . . an a - adultress . . . and a . . . whore! A whore! That's what Don told me I was. . . Am I? Am I a whore? Oh, dear God! I'd rather die!
Her hips began to undulate, almost imperceptibly, and the muscles of her thighs relaxed, allowing them to fall open an inch or two. Don Proctor, watching, saw and his hand went out to travel the length of her inner thigh, caressing, kneading and teasing, arriving, finally, at the sparse blonde triangle of curly hair, a finger trailing lightly into the closed, pink slit, and with a deep shameful groan from her lips, her beautiful, marble-white thighs, the milky, translucent skin forming little goose-bumps, splayed open to his plundering hand. His finger dipped lightly into the portal below, viscous, pearly moisture coating it as he drug the tip up through her open defenseless furrow to the enshrinement of her clitoris within the soft, palpitating flesh of her golden, hair-lined cunt.
Sky came bustling into the room carrying four gleamingly clean water tumblers on a tray. Jack looked up at him, his face twisting into his horrible grin.
"What the hell took you so long." he needled.
"Christ! She's got bugs in her kitchen! I had to wash and dry some glasses before we could use 'em!" Sky defended.
"Well, bully for you! Get that bottle of brandy out of my case . . . and we'll drink to the bugs in the little bitch's kitchen!" Don said, sarcastically.
The broad-faced Sky shot Don a malevolent look but said nothing as he went about getting out the bottle of domestic brandy and poured, carefully, handing a glass to Rhoda, first.
"Here you are, little lady ... IT didn't really mean anything by saying something out of line about your housekeeping," he apologized. "I-I just can't stand . . . bugs!"
"I understand..." she said. "Thank you . . . " When they all had their drinks in hand, Sky raised his glass and smiled evilly at them, "A toast ... to our hang-ups . . . whatever they are ... " Don glowered and drank; Allen clinked glasses with Sky and grinned; Sky looked down, sipped his drink and Rhoda took a large swallow, gasping as the potent brandy slid down her throat. She wanted it only for the alcohol; she knew it would make her coming ordeal easier.
Rhoda drained her glass, quickly, and held it out for a refill. Sky understood. When Don did not reach for the bottle, he did, giving her an extra finger's depth, for good measure.
"There!" Sky said. "That'll deaden things a little for you."
Rising to his feet, Proctor spat, "All right! Enough of this crap! Drink that down, Rhoda baby . . . you're going to get fucked . . . but good!
Allen laughed. "On with the show ... at any cost ... eh, Don!"
"You're damned right! I didn't have time the other day to give this little bitch the full treatment ..." Don snarled, as he began to take off his clothing. While he undressed, Rhoda gulped down the fiery brandy, hoping that its anesthetic effect would be speedy. As she drank, her eyes happened to lock with those of the broad-faced Sky. Strange! For a moment they reminded her of a cow's eyes. He was fondling her panties, raising them to his face, rubbing their softness into his cheek. He saw her looking at him, and self-consciously dropped the garment into his lap where an enormous erect penis stood out through the fly of his trousers, its red, blood-engorged knob throbbing wildly. Her eyes followed where the feminine undergarment fell; he noticed and pulled the panties over it, his face reddening with embarrassment. He turned to pick up his glass taking a large sip from it. He looked back at her and his eyes were cruel, now, unsmiling, and she couldn't understand the swift change in him.
He's a real weirdo. . . and, yet he seems so nice. . . some of the time! I wonder: . . why he's here. . . what does he want. . . is it just to fondle my panties? This is crazy . . . and sick!
Don was undressed, now, his cock only at half-mast erectness; he reached down to his genitals taking his testicles and the root of his cock in his hand, the characteristic, twisted smile of sadistic pleasure on his face.
"The first order of business for you today, Rhoda, baby, is to learn how to suck cock properly!"
Rhoda's eyes widened in horror. She gasped.
"N-no! No . . . I've never ..." she began.
"There's always a first time . . . this is it!"
His strong-fingered hand grasped her waist and jerked her to her feet, then applying downward pressure he began forcing her to her knees.
"On your knees, bitch!"
She was forced to kneel before him. He thrust his hips toward her, his penis rising from the curly mass of hair at his groin on a level with her face. She turned her head aside, involuntarily. Grasping her by the hair, he twisted her head around painfully.
"Now, just start off by kissing it . . . and licking it!
"N-No!"
Crack!
His free hand slashed across her face.
The guard growled, "Do it! Goddamn it! . . . or the next one will be with this!" He showed her a heavy ring on his finger. "I'm tired of messing around with you!"
Dear God!
Tremblingly, gingerly, she reached out and took his half-flaccid prick in her hands, feeling the warmth of it, her hands sweating in the palms as her fingers encircled it.
"Pull the foreskin back!" She obeyed, blindly, tears suddenly dimming her vision.
She leaned her head forward and placed her lips on the hardening tip, kissing the hardening flesh, then she put her tongue forward tentatively, tasting, with trepidation the pungent man-taste for the first time in her young life, its flavor strangely not repugnent to her. Using her tongue she began to lave it wetly, brushing and grazing from the head back along the wide under-side to the base, her nose coming into contact with his pubic hair, then back to the corona, now rapidly becoming engorged with blood where she lapped at it, and she felt it grow larger and harder in her hand, the feeling of it, somehow, tingly, erotic and sexy.
Becoming aware, now, of other things around her, she felt Allen, behind her, sitting on the bed, his knees widespread on either side of her ribs as he reached with both hands around her, imprisoning each of her full, satin-skinned breasts in his big hands. He began to caress them, his long fingers digging into her worm, white flesh, making her wince with the pain of it. The nipples came to life, spiking out into the palms of his hands. Suddenly, he kissed her on the nape of the neck. It felt horribly wonderful. He kept it up, moving out to her shoulders and down her back while he continued to tease her breasts. Involuntarily, uncontrollably, she shivered with delight, the warmth beginning to grow again in her loins.
There was a wild, frenzy of new sensations building in her belly and loins, thrilling, erotic fermentations she had never dreamed could exist in her. . . for her. Suddenly, the delicious masculinity of the cock she licked began to excite her, driver her, and she felt a new desire, a phenomenon of her psychology, far beyond the horizon of her knowledge. She wanted to suck it . . . suck his cock until it spewed its white, viscous sperm into her mouth! This she wanted more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. The thought was hardly formed, dimly, in her mind, before she began to reject it, spurn it as something monstrous . . . unthinkable.
But I thought it! Oh, God. . . I thought it! I wanted to do it... I felt I had to suck his . . . c-cock. . . until he came! Dear God! I'm going crazy! I can't do it... I can't do something that... perverted! It's unnatural! A-A sin!
"All right, Rhoda baby!" Don ordered. "It's about time you started suckin' on it!
Without hesitation, without thinking, really, Rhoda slipped her ovaled lips over the head of his lust-filled shaft, taking the glans entirely into her mouth, her tongue moving in swirls around its smooth, satiny head as her lips tightened around it and began a soft, gentle sucking motion.
Oh! It's happened! I did it! I've got his cock in my mouth . . . and. . . and it feels good! Oh, God! It's so big and hard. . . and so smooth! I feel like I could suck on it forever! Is this what it feels like to... to be a-a whore?. . . at heart!! Don's right. . . maybe I am a whore . . .at heart! Dear God. . . forgive me. . . for a sinner! Phil! Could he ever forgive me? Oh, these feelings . . . this wanting. . . craving thing in me! What is it that's making me change this way? Oooooooooh! I'm getting so hot. . . I don't seem to care anymore! I've got to have it. . . now! I've got to be fucked!
Allen, behind her, shifted his position, bringing his hips forward to sit just on the edge of the bed, his erect penis in contact with her bare back. She could feel it back there, resting hugely against her, and she could almost tell by the feel of it that his endowment was overly adequate; then she heard him say something; it sounded fuzzy and far away, and she was suddenly dizzy. The brandy she had gulped down had hit her, hard. She wasn't used to drinking alcohol, at all.
Allen said, "Let's get her on the bed, Don! I'm getting hot as hell!"
She didn't hear Don's answer, but she felt herself being lifted, stretched out on the bed, and she didn't have that beautiful cock in her mouth. She moaned aloud.
"Oh, don't . . . ! Please, I-I want it ... " "What?" Don's voice was harsh.
Dimly, she heard herself say, "I-I want . . . sex ... to be loved ..."
"You've got the words mixed up! You're going to get fucked, baby. Not loved!" Don grunted, as he crawled onto the bed, levering her legs apart with his knees, exposing the pink slit of her moist cunt to their lustful gaze.
He dropped his head to her loins, his tongue snaking out to brush the pulsating clitoris in its canopy of hair-lined flesh. Teasingly, his tongue played there, then he nipped with his teeth, taking the miniature phallus into his mouth, his oral member stroking its length, and the sensations it produced exploded in Rhoda's loins. She ground her hips in small circles under her, then pulling her knees up, flexing them, her feet flat on the soft mattress, she pushed her crotch up at him wanting more and more of that excruciatingly delicious sensation.
"Damn it!" Allen said. "If you just want to get a blow job . . . let's get her ass up in the air so I can take her from the back! She can eat you at the same time!"
"O.K. by me, big man," Don said agreeably. Then, to Rhoda, "Get up on your knees, bitch!"
Together, they pulled her into position. Don lay back, half-supported by the headboard; Rhoda was kneeling on all fours, her head over Don's hardened cock, jerking in the air before her eyes. She rested on her elbows between his widespread legs and reached out to cup his testicles in one hand, her other grasped his hard rod of lust-inflated flesh, her mouth ovaling to take it into her mouth, again; soft mewls of pleasure came from her throat, as instinctively, she began to suck on it, her head beginning to move up and down in a slow in-out movement.
Don's hips began to move in opposition to her, his lust rising, constantly, at the sight of her tiny lipstick rimmed mouth on him. He could see the flesh being pulled from the inside of her lip on the outstroke; on the instroke it was pushed back inside. God! He was getting so hot, now, just watching her ... he could cum almost anytime!
The big man, Allen, had, meanwhile, climbed up on the bed behind her, kneeling up, close into her backside, his hands on the full, globoid protuberances of her buttocks, smoothing and kneading them.
"What a perfect little ass!" he grunted, then, suddenly, he began to slap her buttocks, lightly, with the flat of his hand.
Rhoda moaned with pain, but she kept up her rhythmic sucking of the security guard's prick, unconsciously, beginning to speed up the tempo, her tongue working with her lips as she began to absorb more and more of his rigid maleness into her mouth and throat. God! How she hated but loved the taste of him!
With increasing force, Allen, slapped her buttocks until they were red and stinging. Rhoda could never have explained it to herself; the pain of his slapping was converted to a sexually oriented pleasure, a perverse enjoyment of pain, the stinging warmth of it jolting through her like high voltage electricity.
I'm on fire! My cunt feels like an oven! I've got to have a man's cock in me! Oh, why doesn't he put it in . . . and fuck me? Oh, God! Will he make me beg for it. . . too?
Wriggling her hips salaciously in the air, she invited him to enter her. She wanted it! Her searing pussy, moistly ready, throbbed with her need, and she could feel the wetness of her, as pearly drops of the viscous fluid gathered on the pink walls of her vaginal passage, forming tiny rivulets of clear ichor-like substance. Perhaps this fluid formed by the Bartholin's glands is the true blood of the Gods of ancient Olympus that flows now in mortal females.
As suddenly as he had begun the slapping punishment of her buttocks Allen stopped, his big hands on her waist, grasping her, roughly, pulling her backwards toward him, and she felt the heat of his penis as the head nudged into the pink furrow of her cunt, the nozzle smoothly parting the lips guarding the portal to her wildly pulsing cuntal passage. Then, with one hand still on her hips, he reached down between them, grasped his huge hardened shaft and began to draw it up and down the length of her slit, teasingly. He made several passes in this manner, spreading the lubricating juices over the reddened cowl of his throbbing staff.
Rhoda could stand no more; she couldn't wait! Groping with a hand in panic, finding her way, between and behind her legs, she grasped the rock-hard cock dallying there at the "V" of her crotch. Her fingers could not reach around it, and she gasped with the realization that the size of it fit the man kneeling behind her. Had she expected something different?
Oh God! It's positively huge! I'll never be able to take that inside of me! It'll split me open!
Her mouth worked with abandon on Don's penis, as he came closer and closer to his climax. His misshapen mouth worked spasmodically and he tangled his fingers in her hair, pressing her head ever farther down on the blood-engorged length of his demanding prick, his hips surging upward at her face until she was absorbing all of it into her mouth and throat.
Goddamn! She's taking all of it! I can't believe it! It's a damn wonder she isn't gagging! Christ! Her mouth is like honey! I can't believe this is the first time she ever sucked a man's cock. . . ! I just can't believe it. . . !
Now, her tightly clenched fingers, only partially encircling the circumference of Allen's cock, began to pull him to her; she sensed the convulsive spasms in the sex tool she held, the viscid fluid dribbling from the orifice in the head as she steered it up the vale between the soft, quivering moons of her upraised buttocks, never allowing it to lose contact with the coral flesh between her legs until she had placed it between the now ravenously lubricated lips of her wildly demanding cunt, she held it there, at the portal, attempting to pull it in to her, as her hips moved salaciously around and around the throbbing epicenter of all her feeling.
Rhoda winced with pain as she felt the lips around her pulsing vaginal opening forced widely apart, its elastic muscled snugness resisting, momentarily, only to give way before the harsh, brutal pressure Allen exerted steadily against her. The agony of the massive pain was too much for her; it shattered into her consciousness causing her to emit a long wail of torment, her mouth sliding off of Don's jerking, pulsating cock.
"AAAAaaaagh! Oh, God, not so hard! You're splitting me!"
Don used both hands as he rammed her head back down on his thick, fleshy shaft, even before her wail of complaint was finished. He held her head in place, forcefully, as his hips thrust up at her, brutally, his great prick racing in and out of her stretched ovaled lips without mercy.
"Keep sucking, bitch!" he grunted.
The big man behind her grinned, lewdly; he knew that he had only gotten the head of his giant phallus into that tight, squirming pussy. Damn! The sight of her trembling cunt as it tried to escape his impaling instrument only served to incite his lust-crazed mind all the more. He wanted to hear her really scream for mercy, now! He could stand it no longer! Simultaneously, he used his powerful hand to slap her smooth buttocks, resoundingly hard, ramming forward with everything he had, sinking his huge, hardened shaft deeply into her resisting pussy in one surging plunge, forcing the inner walls of her vaginal vault in waves before the plundering head until it flicked past her womb and crashed into the back wall of her searing passage, his testicles, swinging below, smacking heavily into the hair-lined shrine of her clitoris.
The tortured girl screamed, opening her mouth around Don's big cock, but his hands kept her head in place, her scream dying in her throat as his rod of flesh surged deep into her throat, her lips and throat muscles constricting around it, accidentally giving him the final pressure he needed to release his lead of sperm. Just in time, Rhoda, jerked her head up, clearing her throat of his lust-inflated penis as it began to spew its hot, white, viscid semen up into her working mouth. Automatically, she swallowed, and was aware, even in the pain-shattered state of her body-mind, that it was good . . . that it was something she wanted.
Oh, God! I've really gone off the deep-end! I'll never be the same! It's. . . it's almost exquisite . . . the feel of his cock as it pumps his cum into me. . . and the taste of it. . . ! God! I'll never forget the taste. . . !
Allen paused, resting it in her, pulling her hips back against him and allowing her ravished, tormented passage to adjust to his huge presence in her. Goddamn! She was the tightest little cunt he'd ever had it in! He expanded his tool inside her eliciting a deep guttural groan from deep in her chest.
Licking and sucking, Rhoda took every last drop of his sperm, Don's cock becoming flaccid in her mouth as she finished him off. The plant guard slumped back against the head board with a huge sigh, his mouth falling open, his eyes closed, completely satiated.
He groaned, "Son-of-a-bitch! I thought I'd never stop cumming! " Sky leaned close to watch from his place in the corner where he had been sitting. Rhoda's panties wrapped around his cock, his hand working up and down around it as he masturbated. His broad face worked with conflicting emotions.
"Man! She can really eat cock. . . can't she . . . ?" he said to no one in particular.
Looking over at him, distastefully, Allen said, "Why in the hell don't you stop beating that thing . . . and let her suck it for you!"
Sky's face crimsoned. "Shit no!" he spat. "I can't . . . I-I couldn't ask a woman ... to do that!"
Proctor sat up, straight. "Don't ask her . . . Tell her ... for Christ's sake!" he bawled.
"I-I couldn't do that . . . either ..." he confessed.
"Hell!" Don fumed. "I'll tell her for you! Here . . . trade places with me!"
The security guard moved to get off the bed, pulling his now Ump prick from Rhoda's mouth with a slight popping sound. The pain in her loins was lessened now as her vaginal lining adjusted to the huge fleshy log imbedded in her.
With glazed eyes she gazed about as the exchange took place. Don got off the bed and pushed Sky down on it in the place he had just vacated. The broad faced man was still fully clothed. He had made only one concession; he had removed his shoes. His hand was wrapped tightly around his huge cock, enclosed, sheathed completely in Rhoda's nylon panties. Rhoda had the strange idea that it was almost as if he were holding on to it for dear life. She looked up into his face, dazedly, to see stark fear written on his countenance, and she couldn't understand it. Her dazed mind wandered . . .
What is he afraid of? Is he scared of me. . . ? Or is sex somehow frightening to him ... ? Is it possible he's really some kind of pervert. . . ? I wish I could do something . . . say something. . . that would help him! But, why should I feel sorry for him . . . ? He came here with Don, knowing that they were going. . . to . . . r-rape me. . . ! No, now I remember. . . He said he came just to watch. . . and, now. . . he's involved! They're forcing him to do something he doesn't want to do!
She recognized that in some way, somehow, Sky and she were kindred spirits. Compassion for him flooded through her. She looked up at him and smiled, lewdly, her voice seductive as she spoke.
"Welcome . . . to the . . . club, Sky ..."
He half-grinned back at her, his lower lip quivering as he said, "The . . . club . . . ? What club?"
Don broke in. "Stop stalling, bitch! Start sucking on that big cock of Sky's!"
Slowly, Allen began now to stroke in and out of her, pulling out until only the head of his giant cock remained in her, pressing forward into her until his pelvis smacked into her cheeks of her softly rounded ass. She responded to him. God! It felt wonderful! She had never been so filled with cock. Suddenly, she knew that she wanted Sky's rigid, upstanding member in her mouth to suck on. . . suck it to a jetting ejaculation... to give this frightened man a sexual release. There was something more in her. .. something she did not know until this instant. She possessed the idea and made it hers. She dared. Don Proctor was a paper tiger to her now. He had already degraded her, humiliated her, fucked her in the cunt and in the mouth; he could do no more to her! Now, there was only one way for her ... up!
"Shut up . .. you . . . b-bastard!" she grated out at him, surprising herself that she had said it. "This is between Sky . . . and me!"
Allen laughed aloud. Don's face twisted into a deadly grimace. He had just poured a finger of brandy into his glass. He tossed it off in one gulp, set the glass down and advanced toward her.
He sneered, "You're pretty damned uppity all of a sudden . . . you little bitch!"
He raised his hand to strike her. Sky sitting back against the headboard made a swift movement under his jacket, his hand coming up with a snub-nosed .38 aimed at Don's heart. Sky's voice was steely. "That's all Proctor!"
Don stopped dead in his tracks, his hand raised to strike. Slowly, he dropped his arm, glaring at the broad faced man with the deadly gun in his hand.
"Why, you son-of-a-bitch! I'll have your ass for this.. . pulling a gun on me! Don't forget . . . I'm your boss!"
Sky grunted, "Until ten seconds ago . . . when I resigned!"
"I'll have you in court for assault with a deadly weapon!" Don snarled.
"Under the circumstances .. . you won't! Now, get dressed and get the hell out of here! Sky said, coolly.
The plant guard obeyed. He dressed quickly. At the door he turned and said, "I never forget, Sky!"
"I don't either, Don! You've made fun of me for the last time! As a matter of fact. . . making me come up here today . . . was one of your ideas of making fun of me! Get the hell out of here . . . before I really do lose my temper . .. and blast you!" Sky said, drawing a bead on Don's head.
Turning without another word, Don Proctor picked up his attache case and stomped from the room.
Sky's gun swung back around to bear on Allen, who had stopped momentarily while the swift action swirled around him. Rhoda was aware that his penis inside her was rapidly becoming flaccid, and unconsciously, she moved back against him, wanting him to continue. She was rewarded by the sensation of his organ flexing, sending erotic messages to her.
"Where do you stand?" Sky barked.
"You and me got no beef..." Allen said, affably.
Rhoda was dumbfounded at the swift turn of events, but she was relieved that Proctor was gone. She hoped that it was the last she would see of him. She watched as Sky returned the .38 Police Special to the holster under his coat. He looked at her, his eyes soft brown, again - cow-like, Rhoda thought - and said, "What were you going to say to me . . . little lady?"
"I-I wanted to ... to say something ... or do something for you ..." she managed, trying to put into words what she had thought.
He was silent a moment.
"You know ... I believe you ..."
Now, Allen, moving behind her, began his slow sawing movement in and out of her warm, moist pussy, building delightful sensations, again, in her innermost being, the stabbing sexual feelings racing along her nerve endings to generate greater incitement of her lust.
Sky watched as Allen drove in and out of her with ever mightier strokes; then she saw his cock jump under the covering of her panties. Her feeling for him of a few minutes before flowed back into her; she reached out for his member.
"No! Don't touch me!" he snapped.
"I'm sorry, Sky ... I didn't mean to offend you."
"No offense ... I just can't bear to ... to have a woman touch my . . . c-cock," he confessed.
Allen said, "... Or, a man either. Don tried . . . didn't he, Sky . . . ?"
"Yeah!" the broad-faced man growled.
Rhoda ovaled her lips over his loins. She wanted to do something for this mixed-up man.
She said, "Put it in my mouth . . . yourself. . . and let me try to suck on it for you ..."
"You won't touch me with anything . . . but your mouth . . . ?"
"I promise!" Rhoda said.
Hesitantly, he uncovered only the head of his massive, blood-engorged penis. He held it with his hand and guided it to her waiting mouth, poising just below her lips. Rhoda held her head still. He advanced the last inch. It brushed her lips. She kissed the swollen head, lightly, and Sky gasped; next, she extended her tongue and laved the head, licking it all around like an ice-cream cone. Sky's breathing became hard, raspy.
"Oh, God! That feels good!"
Involuntarily, he thrust his lips up at her face, the head of his giant cock popping through her lips and into her mouth. Rhoda closed her lips over it and began to suck, using her tongue in swirls around the throbbing head; then with slow strokes, she moved her head up and down, absorbing him only as far as the nylon of her panties held in place around the shaft by Sky's hand. She heard him begin to gasp louder and faster, and she began to speed her working mouth on him.
Meanwhile, the searing sensations in her wildly, seething cunt were building to unbearable tension as Allen began to pound his hardened cock into her with ever more powerful and longer strokes.
Rhoda's happiness knew no bounds. She was filled with cock. A marvelous instrument was filling her cuntal passage; a massive tool was in her sensitive mouth. God! It was wonderful.
Now, she became aware that Sky was reaching his climax. Suddenly, he reached out to her, tangled his fingers in her hair and began to move her head faster, ramming her lips farther down on his jerking cock with each down stroke. His loins began to move, drubbing his rod up into her mouth with wild abandon.
He came! From somewhere deep down in his chest, a deep grunting sound began, changing to a rising wail as he neared the point of ejaculation; then he was spewing his load into her mouth, the viscous liquid literally jetting from the slit in the head to fill her mouth. She gulped and wildly swallowed it all.
"OOOOOooooh!" he screamed. "Oh, Christ!"
He slumped back to the headboard, then, mumbling, incoherently, "I did it! . . . And, I'll do it. . . again! Don't do that, Sky! Don't! Don't! Don't! If you were . . . alive . . . Spit in your face! Damn you! You're dead!"
Rousing himself, he pulled his deflating cock out of Rhoda's mouth, a long string of semen clinging to it, and he clambered from the bed to leave the room. They heard him in the bathroom running water in the sink.
Allen pulled his rock-hard rod of flesh from her and expertly turned her to her back, re-entered her and began plunging without mercy into her steaming cunt. He had begun to race for his orgasm.
Rhoda strained under him, arching herself off the mattress to push her loins up at him, her cunt climbing up his hardened slippery cock, with each thrust, countering him, straining to absorb all of him into her. There was nothing in the world but this for her. She wanted it to go on forever.
Her senses were shattered by the strength of her climax when it came to her. She held her breath, as great convulsive spasms of welcome relief exploded inside and enveloped her, and she was transported to a strange land of wildly flashing colors and clashing noises. "Oooooh God!" she ground out in her passion. "I'm cumming! God, I'm cumming!" She had but a glimpse of this paradise before she realized that she was on her back in her own bed, with a strange man's cock still plunging wildly in and out of her vagina.
Allen rammed into her without mercy, coming to his own orgasm in a crescendo of furiously hard thrusts, the viscid milk of his sex rushing through him, hose-like, to jet up into the warmly, moist depths of her tender walled vaginal vault. He collapsed on top of her panting for breath.
They both rested. Several minutes later ... or was it hours . . . ? Sky hissed into Allen's ear, "We'd better get out of here! I just saw a City Police unit cruising past ... on the street! He's looking for something!"
Hastily, Allen dressed, and together, the two men left Rhoda's apartment, walking, nonchalantly down the steps, got into Sky's car and left. A little sadly she knew that she would never see them again.
Just before leaving her, Sky turned back from the door, his broad face serious, as he said, "little lady. .. where do I get an application blank . . . to join that club of yours?"
She was confused for a moment before she remembered what it was she had said.
"Oh, that.. . ? I was only kidding ..." she said.
"I'm not!" Sky murmured.
Rhoda closed the door behind them, went into the bedroom, stripped off the sheet and re-made the bed; then, she went into the bathroom, douched and took a long, hot, soaking bath. She was tired, drained of all emotion.
Dear God. . . I was raped. . . I couldn't help myself!. .. But, I loved it... Oh, God! How I loved it!