Chapter 5
Again.
It was all Angela could do to keep from breaking out into tears. Instead she busily engaged her thoughts in trying to prepare a simple cold supper for herself since her husband had just called saying he would not be home until very late.
Again he called to tell me something came up at work, she reflected bitterly in spite of her attempt not to think about it any more. She was beginning to feel utterly rejected and alone with the way David had been treating her, and she suddenly flung the dish towel she was holding at the kitchen wall and began sobbing loudly as she ran into the living room where she threw herself face down on the couch.
He's lying he's been lying to me all along, she cried again and again in her mind. There had been a strange tone in his voice as if he could tell she wouldn't believe him and had been feeling slightly guilty about what he was doing, but still he had gone on pretending on the phone that he had no choice.
This time she was sure she was right. And she was almost certain why. Since they had come home from their very depressing anniversary dinner out in that restaurant, when she didn't feel like making love to him at all and he forced himself on her anyway, she had been unable even to pretend an interest in sex. For those four nights she had gone to bed a little earlier than usual and feigned sleep when he had finally joined her. She knew he always wanted to make love to her at least every other night, but he would just have to begin to understand that it wasn't the same with her. A woman had to be in exactly the right mood, and even then the slightest thing would ruin it for her.
Angela herself felt almost overwhelmed by self-pity as she realized that she was probably responsible for driving him little by little into a strange woman's arms. But I can't help it, she sobbed helplessly into the cushion of the sofa. I'm not made like some kind of nymphomaniac who wants to make love all day long! She still loved David more than anything else in the world, but why couldn't he understand that she just couldn't change into a different person because of him. It was impossible, though she felt she had tried harder to please him than any man had a right to expect.
Suddenly the doorbell of the apartment rang twice.
That was David's signal that it was him opening the door!
Without waiting for him to put the key in the lock, she ran forward to the doorway, not even bothering to straighten her rumpled dress or dry the tears coursing down her cheeks. He must have changed his mind and was coming home to apologize and make up with her! she smiled elatedly to herself, not even taking her usual precaution in the city of looking through the peephole on the door. She had made up her mind in the split second it took her to open the double-locked door that she would do everything in her power to make it up to him. She would try once again to become the alluring, seductive wife he must want her to be, and then he wouldn't have to go looking for excitement elsewhere.
"Darling, I'm so happy . . . " she started to say when the door was part way open. Then through her blurred vision she saw the faces of two strange men standing in the doorway.
"Noooo!" she moaned in a tremulous voice, so shocked and surprised that it took her a moment before she thought to slam the door closed again.
But they were too fast for her. The one closest to her reached for and grabbed her mouth, cutting off her first scream of terror that had been choked off by fear somewhere deep in her throat. Her pale blue eyes were wide with fright and her mouth under his digging fingers twisted in a mask of soundless horror.
"Quick, get her inside," growled the second man, shoving with his full weight against the struggling pair. Angela could hear through the terrified confusion in her mind the rattle of a chain-lock on one of the other doors in the corridor, but whoever it was responding to the scuffling sounds in the hall was too late. They were inside with the door closed behind them and Angela could feel a thick muscular arm circling around her, the harsh calloused hand pressing into her cheeks and over her mouth until her lips ached back against her tightly clenched teeth. The only sound for a few moments was the heavy breathing they were making as they held her crushed between them and her own low moans. Then there was the distant sound of the other door in the hallway closing as whoever it was decided not to get involved, or that the scuffling sounds had meant nothing after all. Angela had the brief passing thought that whoever it was might go to the telephone and call the police, but she knew it was not likely in New York City, and besides by the time the police had a man to send it would surely be too late. These two brutes who had forced their way into the apartment looked dead serious and professional. She wondered how they had gotten by the doorman downstairs, how they had known to give the same two widely separated rings on the doorbell which David always gave, and a thousand other fleeting things went through her mind as she finally lost her strength to continue her futile struggle and let her body fall limp as though the life had been crushed from it.
Oh God, she moaned silently inside her mind, why, oh why isn't David here with me where he belongs? The bitter thought that he was probably at this very moment on his way to meet a woman poured like acid through her brain, mingling with the horrible realization that these men holding her captive in her own home were probably going to rape her. She suddenly surged into another hopeless attempt to escape or free her mouth to call out for help. Please, please don't let it happen, don't let it happen, she prayed in the inner blackness of her panic-stricken mind. Tears of frustration filled her wide open eyes as she heard the man holding her from behind grunting like an animal, his breath filled with the pungent smell of garlic coming to her nostrils.
"All right, Gus," the man who had been pressing his body into hers in front said. "Don't let her move. I'll shoot some of the pentothal into her." His voice was cold and flat to her ears, and as he reached into his inside coat pocket she saw that he had a long ugly scar that ran from his cheek diagonally across the bridge of his nose and on up over his forehead, ending in a bare patch on his scalp. His eyes looking expressionless into her own were like dark brown puddles glinting back at her, and when he seemed to notice her revulsion and disgust at his appearance, the puffy skin around them squinted slightly shut.
"What's the matter, doll?" he snarled, curling his thick lips back in a lewdly obscene grin. "You don't like my knife-cut?" He was now putting a long needle onto a plastic syringe with slow, deliberate motions. "Think of how it would look on your pretty little puss, and then maybe you won't give us no trouble," he said with a laugh that sounded more like a cough.
"Come on, Stevie. Come on," the one named Gus whined behind her. We ain't going to have forever." She felt the fingers of his hand holding her around the waist crawl up over her rib cage and begin painfully digging into one of her breasts. "If we want a little fun before we take her to the boss, we got to get on with it," he added with a thick hoarseness.
Angela winced and whimpered from the effect of his mercilessly pinching fingers on her breast, and she felt as though her heart were shrinking in size from fear and shame as his loins pressed tightly into the curve of her buttocks, his hardening penis rubbing into the soft crevice between them.
The one called Stevie squirted a little of the pentothal up into the air from the hypodermic needle and then leered at Angela's contorted and twisted face. "No worry. One little shot of this, and she'll do whatever we want for at least an hour. Fifteen minutes to the club gives us at least three-quarters of an hour here," he grinned.
His thick strong fingers grasped her right wrist with an irresistible force, and she mumbled incomprehensible protests into the hand stifling her voice as the sharp needle touched the light blue vein showing in the crook of her elbow.
"Don't give her too much," Gus warned. "We don't want her laying around like a dead log. Might as well fuck a corpse if she's unconscious."
Once more she struggled and squirmed frantically in the vise-like grip of .their hands, her lips soundlessly mouthing no, no, no, and then the steel point pierced her white skin. She watched helplessly as Stevie's thumb began depressing the plunger sending the powerful drug coursing into her bloodstream, until suddenly she felt no more desire or will to resist. She seemed to be living in a dream where anything could happen and she would wake up safe and sound, floating on a low cloud along with the two men who had been conjured up from somewhere deep in her subconscious mind to do things she had always secretly wanted done. She felt light-headed and completely free from worry, a way that she did not remember having felt for a long time. Then, as though from a great distance away, she watched the needle slipping back out of her arm and Stevie's fingers of his left hand expertly placing a circular band aid over the almost invisible red dot on her skin.
"That does it," he announced, putting the now empty hypodermic syringe into a plastic case and dropping it back in his pocket. "I think you can ease off and lead her into the other room now," he told Gus.
With a little reluctance, Gus released his kneading hold on Angela's breast and slowly backed the trouser bulge of his rigid penis away from her buttocks. Cautiously his hand came away from her quivering lips, but she did not try to cry out again, and she followed docilely into the living room when he grasped her upper arm and pulled lightly. The carpet on the floor felt like cotton piled a foot deep under her feet as she was led to the sofa where she had been crying earlier and she sat down as if in a trance.
Even the soothing effect of the drug forced into her veins had not prepared her for what happened next. As if she were sitting trapped inside someone else's body, she watched the one called Gus lower the zipper of his fly with a harsh metallic ripping sound, and he reached inside, fumbling obscenely with his restricting jockey shorts.
"Old Harvey can really pick 'em," he whistled at his companion as his lustful eyes for the first time roamed fully over the naked curves of her thighs, almost completely exposed to his view beneath the brief miniskirt she was wearing.
"Yeah, he sure can," hissed Stevie, already freeing his own stiffening cock into the air, scooping down below to let his rapidly swelling balls beneath hang outside his pants.
Gus' lust-thickened penis was now fully exposed before the terrified young wife's eyes as she sat on the couch trembling at the size of the pulsing rod of flesh. She watched paralyzed as he wrapped his powerful fist around it and slipped the loose outer skin slowly up and down as he walked closer to her.
"See this, chick?" he growled at her. "Guess what you're going to do to it," he laughed coarsely.
Angela quivered on the sofa, too frightened to move in spite of the elated disorientation the drug had caused in her mind. She watched in terrified fascination as he took a seat beside her on the couch, reclining his head back and stretching his legs out wide.
"Now get down between my legs, baby, and let's see what you can do with those sweet little lips." He grinned eagerly, motioning for Angela to kneel on the floor in front of him.
As if in a bad dream, Angela heard his words, and while one part of her mind unaffected by the drug told her to scream out or try to run out the door and get away, the part controlling her bodily movements forced her to rise obediently from the sofa and get down on her knees between Gus' ankles clad in dirty striped silk socks. She could clearly see the viscous droplets of male pre-cum seeping from the tiny opening in the distended tip of his penis and the pungent masculine odor coming from his loins. She watched him sliding down on the sofa until his buttocks were resting right on the edge of the cushion, and his hand pushed the foreskin all the way down from the huge bulbous head of his cock so that she could see the rubbery folds of skin flaring around the red-fleshed tip.
Gus grabbed her hand and wrapped it around the swollen shaft of his cock, and at the same time he tangled his other hand in her long blonde hair and pulled her head forward. She closed her eyes in bitter defeat, determined through her drugged haze not to give in to the obscene demands he was making. Then his hand moved away from her fingers circled around his thickly pulsing hardness and pulled at her lips, opening her mouth and lightly rubbing the soft spongy flesh of his cock against her firmly clenched teeth. She flinched inside, sickened by the thought of her mouth being used as a helpless receptacle of lust by a total stranger and of the lewd sperm he was going to pump down her unwilling throat, but he twisted her hair in his hands until Angela thought he would rip it from her head by the roots.
"Suck it, chick," he hissed, bumping the blood-engorged rod against her fearfully quivering lips. She gasped for breath from the pain his fingers in her hair were causing her, feeling the uncontrollable urge to do his bidding come from somewhere deep inside her body. As her lips parted to suck in the cool air expelled by the sudden shock of pain, the thick shaft of flesh rammed quickly forward between her soft moist lips. She could feel the thick rubbery cock-head sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of premature cum seeping from it and filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent taste.
His hips on the sofa began a slow undulation, the rock-hard cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a lewd wet sucking sound, guided by his large meaty hand gripped tightly in her hair.
Stevie moved close to them to watch the puffing of her cheeks as his friend thrust upward between her wetly clasping lips. His grin widened with each grunt Gus made ramming it into her helplessly trapped face. He kept his right hand stroking up and down his own fully erected penis and began running his other hand over the backs of her naked thighs, allowing them to rove down to her tautly curving calves blossoming below, and then running them back up the soft smooth skin to her firmly rounded buttocks clad in white nylon panties under her hitched-up miniskirt. His fingers hungrily kneaded her flesh as he watched his companion's thick sword of flesh sawing into the frightened wife's widely stretched lips. It was an exciting picture, the kneeling girl's helpless face being held tight between the two huge hands now pressing against her bulging cheeks, and the giant penis forcing its way in and out between her moistly clinging lips as she groaned in laboring submission between his outflung legs below.
Angela could feel the fingers crawling over her sensitive inner thighs toward the defensively cringing "vee" of her loins as her head bobbed up and down on the long hard shaft protruding before her. She had opened her eyes just enough that she could see through her downcast lashes the small tufts of dark pubic hair curling out around the base of the blood-filled shaft where it left the open fly of his pants. Her mind wandered in drugged semi-consciousness, nothing mattering anymore except to get this horrible ordeal over with, and to get it over with, she knew she had to administer pleasure to her cruel tormentors until they achieved the satisfaction they wanted her to give them. She began sucking to please, running her tongue wetly around and teasingly into the tiny open slit of the lust-engorged glans. She could feel it throbbing in her mouth as though it had a life of its own and would erupt at any moment into a gushing fountain of sperm flowing hotly into her throat in a never-ending stream that would be locked in her memory as long as she lived.
At the same time she could feel the other man's fingers playing obscenely over the flimsy panties stretched tightly over her quivering ass-cheeks behind. Not satisfied by this, he hooked his fingers under the waist of her miniskirt, and with one hard pull ripped the thin material into shreds and threw it off to one side. He didn't stop then, reaching around her forward-bending torso to claw at the buttons of her blouse and tear open the front, popping off the buttons one by one. Then, forcing her limply unresisting arms upward in the confining space between Gus's knees, he pulled at the cloth until the sleeves came free from her wrists and hands and dropped loosely forward onto the hard bony thighs spread on either side of her. Her arms felt as though they had been pulled out of their sockets, and she groaned out her pain around the still-swelling cock slithering wetly in and out of her mouth.
"Jesus Christ, look at that," Stevie exclaimed behind her in appreciation of her soft yet firmly rounded buttocks. His hands rummaged up over her back, his fingers working clumsily at the clasp of her brassiere. Suddenly, without warning, it snapped apart, and her full young breasts, soft and resilient, sprang voluptuously free.
She gasped as he pulled the now useless piece of feminine underwear from around her body and the two milk-white mounds of firm ripe flesh were cooled by the air of the room, her nipples springing into a defensive hardness from the sudden exposure and availability to his touch. Stevie wasted no time. As he gaped at Gus's cock spearing juicily into her tightly ovaled lips, his own hand slipped around the side of her body, following the angry red welt where the brassiere strap had been. He cupped the ripely swelling firmness of her right breast and squeezed it momentarily, bringing another deeper groan from Angela's lips as he proceeded to pinch the small rubbery tip of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it lightly with a lewd grin on his face as he felt her body squirming with greater strength now trying to escape him. He continued to knead and pinch at her breasts with an ecstatic intensity, alternating from one to the other, while with his other hand he coursed down the narrow crevice between the cheeks of he panty-clad buttocks and on down into the traitorously moistening pussy slit below.
A part of Angela's mind was silently screaming her feelings of humiliation and shame at what was happening to her helplessly subjugated body, fully aware in spite of the pentothal they had injected into her that she was being senselessly and ruthlessly raped in her own apartment! But another part of her was secretly, masochistically, beginning to enjoy the savage attack as though she somehow deserved the worst degradations they could think of to heap upon her. Irrational as it seemed, she felt that if she hadn't held herself back from doing the perverse, obscene acts her husband had sometimes tried to persuade her to perform with him, he would have been home now to protect her from her two attackers. Oh, David, she sobbed within her tortured inner mind, I'm sorry, please, please forgive me. She knew it would destroy him if he should ever learn of what they were forcing her to do, and though it would stay with her forever and forever, blotting out any chances for happiness, still she would protect him from knowing. He would never know the horrors she had gone through during this terrible day of assault and rape.
She jerked her body forward at the sudden obscene intrusion down between her shamelessly moistening vaginal lips, the sensations it caused sending ripples of unexplainable passion and desire coursing over the surface of her tender inner thighs.
Behind her, Stevie was filled with a hot impatience and drew his hands down again to the narrow elastic waistband at the top of her white nylon panties. He hooked his fingers into the flimsy material and with a slow deliberate certainty, began to peel them down over the softly rounded flare of her hips.
In a final desperate attempt to prevent the last of her protective clothing from her almost naked body, Angela jerked violently forward, but there was no escape, and now she knew they had reached the point of no return with her. There was no more hope, and her years of faithful chastity for her husband seemed completely pointless. With one swift downward movement, Stevie peeled the flimsy panties all the way down, revealing the vibrant white half-moons of her buttocks. When the silky material caught at the indented juncture of her thighs and belly, he gave a vicious jerk, ripping them into useless threads.
He laughed hoarsely behind her and tossed the tattered remnants into a corner of the couch, and then she could feel his hands on her fully exposed hips and the warm smooth pressure of his hardened cock pressing against the tender flesh at the backs of her thighs. She could feel the stickiness where the moist hot seminal fluid seeped from the lust-inflated tip.
"Now you're going to get fucked, and fucked like you've never been fucked before, you little bitch," she heard him snarl behind her.
Suddenly the telephone on the other side of the room began to ring!
To Angela it was like a thin ray of distant hope coming out of the blue. It had to be David! The insistent ringing went on and on as she listened through the rushing sounds in her ears now even more tightly cupped between the harsh fingers holding her head over the ceaselessly plunging rod of male flesh. If only she could reach the ringing instrument before it stopped, if only she could say one word to David asking for help! But then after a length of time that seemed like an eternity, the bell stopped sounding, and once again the only thing she could hear was the harsh breathing of the two men ravishing her helpless body and the obscene sluicing noise of her impaled mouth on Gus' thickly growing hardness.
"Start licking with your tongue again," Gus rasped down at her bobbing head. "And put your hands on my goddamn balls, chick. Squeeze 'em, and suck out my cum into your mouth." When she did not immediately obey his command, he wrenched her long hair painfully again and repeated, "I said squeeze 'em! I want to fill up your sweet little mouth with all I've got."
Reluctantly then she slipped her fingers forward along his thighs and grasped the heavy, cum-filled testicles one in each hand, letting her nails trail lightly over them as she kneaded the tender hair-covered sac. Her action on his sensitive testicles caused Gus to jerk his still thickening shaft even harder than before into the back of her throat, and she slaved over him for all she was worth, knowing he would soon spurt his hot thick sperm onto her tongue and then at last it would be over.