Chapter 7
Angela's last hope had vanished into thin air when the telephone stopped ringing. Even if her husband David should decide something was wrong and hurried home as fast as he could come, her attackers would long since have left her degraded and humiliated, with nothing to be done about it. Her head went on bobbing slavishly up and down over the lust-thickened shaft of male flesh spearing into her now, sucking to end it quickly, sucking to draw the thick milky semen from its bulbous tip until she killed his frantic desire. Gus groaned and twisted above her, raining obscenities down at the top of her blonde head and watching with delight the oval-shaped lips straining widely at his hardness as though it were a stick of sweet candy fed to a starving child.
Behind her, Stevie searched for and found the wetly smooth opening of her vagina and rammed his middle finger forward with a hard cruel thrust that burst into her with the fiery pain of a red-hot poker.
"Aaaaagggghhh," she choked wildly around the burgeoning cock boring hotly into her mouth, skewering her face like a spitted animal. She jerked forward from the unexpected pain in her defenseless vagina and Gus thrust up again in front, impaling her mouth still deeper on the fleshy shaft until she felt as though it would strangle her, and she gagged at the choking entry. In a great gasping sound she sucked in her breath from the pressure of the finger digging cruelly deep into her nakedly unprotected pussy behind. Grunts of protest escaped from around the clinging tightness of her lips as Stevie dug deeper and deeper, expanding the tightness of her cunt until she thought she would faint from the brutal probing.
Her drugged mind droned senselessly on, the very helplessness of her position little by little excusing away the weird masochistic sensations again arising erotically in her quivering belly.
Stevie ran his eyes down over the full moons of Angela's gleaming white buttocks protruding back toward her, round and alluring in the soft light coming in the windows of the apartment. His lips curled up tightly as his total concentration was centered on the voluptuous feast spread in servile anguish before him. He could see the tiny puckering ring of her anus nestled tantalizingly in the narrow crevice that separated the softly curving cheeks of her buttocks, and he was tempted to fuck her that way, but remembered that Harvey Sears had warned him not to touch her there, to save that untouched little anal mouth for him.
"Ohhh, no!" she mumbled around the shaft of flesh filling her mouth, the tears of shame and humiliation suddenly streaming unbidden from her eyes. She could feel Stevie's hands begin kneading nervously and stretching the open and unprotected twin mounds of her buttocks. Her body jerked again as she felt his thumbs on either side of them spreading them wider and wider apart.
Then she gave another muffled groan of exhausted acceptance. Every muscle in her painfully kneeling body had reached the ultimate breaking point and she could no longer find the strength to even protest against the monstrously lewd fondling of her cuntal parts. And now now there was nothing left for him to do but make the final plunge up into her helplessly exposed vaginal flesh. She was shocked and surprised to feel her pussy moistening even more in lewd anticipation of the violent penetration she sensed was about to take place.
She gasped and held her breath as she felt him squirming up closer behind her, his hand wrapped tightly around his lust-hardened cock, guiding it slowly and deliberately up between the moistly throbbing flanges of her vagina. She cringed forward again, her face contorted in dread over the thick shaft still relentlessly plunging up between her lips, as she felt the large bulbous tip-end of Stevie's cock moving up and down behind her in the wide-spread slit of her vagina, parting the sparsely curling blonde pubic hair in preparation for his entry. She tried instinctively to close her legs to him, but his knees insinuated between them and held them cruelly open.
"Don't let her get away from you," Stevie snarled behind her through tightly clenched teeth. "I'm going to put it in her."
Gus heard his words, only dimly aware of their meaning, almost lost to the world from the wild pressuring sensations building and building in his loins from her warmly sucking lips on his cock. But he wanted to watch this, and slowly he forced his attention down to the thick shaft poised at the fringes of her softly layered cuntal lips, leaning over her back so far he could feel her blonde head butting him in the stomach with each bobbing motion she was making. He slipped one hand from her head down over her back and pressing his middle finger along the full length of the narrowly curving crevice, with his other fingers and thumb he squeezed the softly resilient flesh down flat to get a better view. He could feel the warmly palpitating pink anus under the second joint of his extended middle finger as he held her vise-like with his hand.
Angela whimpered aloud as she felt the first warm hard contact of her tormentor's lust-bloated penis against the fearfully cringing lips of her pussy and the slow agonizing pressure beginning in the narrow cuntal opening. It was soft at first and then when he met his first tight resistance, he wormed it up into her harder.
She groaned incoherently, her head pinned between Gus's stomach and his rigidly impaling cock between her lips.
Stevie pressured forward again behind her, flexing his buttocks with all his strength until suddenly, it gave. The tight elastic ring of her vagina unexpectedly popped open and then clamped wetly around the huge blood-filled cock-head slipping moistly up inside her with a headlong rush that left Angela gasping for breath. She jerked her head wildly over Gus's pistoning cock, the shock of the sudden entrance rejuvenating her shattered muscles for a moment, and she squirmed and twisted like a drowning woman trying to escape the cruel and painful impalement of her cunt.
"My God, what a tight little pussy!" Stevie moaned from behind as he felt its warm wet walls slipping over his swelling hardness like hot melted butter. His head fell loosely back as his loins thrust forward and his rock-hard cock speared into her like a whirling drill boring into the warm depths of the earth. It drove on and on racing and shoving away all before it in great waves of moistly clinging flesh until suddenly his pelvis pressed tightly against her and flattened her upraised ass-cheeks with a loud smacking sound like an open palm slapping across the face.
Gus groaned above her from the wild sensations of her moist warm mouth around his rigidly expanding cock, and slipping his hand away from her widespread buttocks, he rammed his throbbing hardness deeper and harder into the back of her throat, his strong hands like a tightening steel band around her head. From the obscene sight of his companion's long thick cock gradually but relentlessly plowing up into the pinkly glistening cuntal mouth opening slowly to receive it, his own cock began a sudden jerking motion he could no longer control. It was like a delicious torturing agony now down in his cum-swollen testicles where her fingers had once again begun dutifully coursing over the tender sensitive skin. He felt the pressure climbing higher and higher from the thick base of his cock and then like a hot steaming geyser breaking through the surface of the earth it began spewing forth with a vengeance. "Jesus! I'm cumming! he groaned.
Angela groaned from the increased force of the heels of his hands clamped painfully into her temples as she continued sucking at the hotly spurting jets of cum now flooding into the depths of her throat, her head bobbing in rapid rhythm as she swallowed the lewd sperm filling the warm moistness of her imprisoned mouth. She clasped her feverish lips in a tight elastic ring around the sporadically jerking rod of flesh, swirling her tongue around and around its madly throbbing tip. Suddenly she wanted to suck it dry, to suck it until it hurt him, to punish him for the bitter humiliation he was forcing upon her. His deep-throated, agonized groans of pleasure, mistaken by her for pain, incited her to greater effort. It continued for what seemed like an eternity and she thought it would never end, until finally his hands pinning the sides of her head fell weakly away and the giant spewing cock gave one last burning spurt and fell slowly dormant, palpitating slightly in her clinging lips like a small panting animal. She watched, her eyes only inches away, as it slipped glistening out of her mouth and slowly deflated and sank into softness.
"Man, that was something," Gus breathed in exhaustion above her, looking down at a thin obscene trickle of semen coming from one corner of her reddened lips.
Her unseeing eyes still gazing down on his now uselessly limp penis, Angela suddenly became aware of the completely new sensations coursing through her veins from Stevie's lust-driven cock slipping wetly in and out of her fully expanded cunt now accepting its hugeness without any resistance.
Slaving rhythmically behind her, Stevie was now completely blind and deaf to the rest of the world around him. Nothing else existed for him except his still inflating rod of lust-hardened male flesh and the warm wet sheath clasping its entire throbbing length. He was in a trance watching the thin pink folds of the young housewife's cunt clinging to his hotly pulsating shaft on the out-stroke, then being swallowed in again each time he buried his thick hard cock to the hilt in her nakedly quivering belly. Almost unconsciously he reached forward over her now slightly undulating torso with both hands and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her whole body back tightly against him.
Angela was staring straight ahead with wide-open eyes as if startled by the maddening sensations she was feeling each time the blunt end of his penis pressed up against the soft cushiony tip of her cervix. Even if she had the strength or the will to resist, she was no longer able to think about it. Every tingling nerve-ending in her tortured young body seemed to be alive and vibrating from the intense pleasure now rushing over her like a warm bath in perfumed oil. Her last remnants of resistance had been conquered, and like a reluctant slave submitting to a skillful master, she knelt in submissive acceptance before him.
The upper part of her body suddenly went limp and she began grinding her spasmodically trembling buttocks back willingly into contact with his pounding loins, wantonly rotating her passion-inflamed cunt on the fleshy corduroy ridges of his endlessly plunging, deeply pumping penis fucking into her from behind.
In answer to her swiveling motions, Stevie began slow teasing circling motions of his aching cock deep inside her moistly seeping womb, bringing her to an even greater frenzy before him, her body bucking crazily like a filly being ridden for the first time. Her muffled sobs and deep-chested groans of abandoned passion spurred him on and on until it seemed there would be no stopping him. His hands ran down under the fullness of her excitedly quivering breasts, dancing obscenely beneath her with each hard and merciless thrust he twisted into her.
"That's it, baby! Fuck back. Fuck on back." he muttered as he felt her pitching and lurching under him. He knew she was getting close to climaxing in her vagina wrapped so firmly and wetly around him, and he wanted to cum at the same time so he could feel her pulsating cuntal walls sucking at his cock as he filled her belly with his thick load of semen.
"Jesus Christ!" Gus hissed in amazement as he watched the lewd scene taking place directly in front of him. His bulging eyes watched the long thick length of Stevie's angrily glistening cock, moist from her secretions, pistoning wildly into her gleaming white ass-cheeks. Although he had achieved his own orgasm only brief minutes before, he could feel the unbearable pressure building up again in his sporadically jerking cock and he dropped his hand down to slip the loose outer skin vigorously up and down as he watched them.
Stevie's body was now a ball of sheer uncontrolled lust that had unleashed itself completely against the soft tender female flesh writhing and squirming in front of him. He could feel his heated rod growing thicker and thicker in her belly as he ground savagely into her, a wave of sadistic delight flickering across his contorted face. He had never fucked anything as young and appealing as this before, and it was driving him almost insane to see her responding to him with such total lack of inhibition. His pulsing cock ached and burned as it never had before. He was almost there, almost there, and he continued to ram it into her with long hard strokes that made her whole body shake and shudder before him. He had to end it, he was nearly losing his mind from the unbearable pressure building, building, building . . .
Then suddenly her voice came to his ears, beginning in a low mewling cry that went on and on and gradually became a low-pitched, continuous howling whine that sounded like the final warning that the world was coming to an end, and he felt her quickening spasms inside her cock-spread cunt, telling him her long-awaited orgasm was already starting. That did it!
As her warm wet muscles clasped and unclasped around his pile-driving cock, Stevie threw back his head with a high-pitched groan like a wild man attacking his prey, and his white-hot sperm shot like a burst fire hose up into Angela's widely spread cuntal passage. She was rocking and grinding in helpless abandonment on his lewdly impaling shaft as he emptied himself with spurt after spurt of his boiling male cum deep up inside her, filling her nakedly writhing womb and belly to the bursting point.
"Yes, yes, yes," she hissed through her clenching teeth, feeling the heated secretions of their lust mingling lewdly inside her like white-hot lava bubbling inside the molten crater of a volcano. She was completely without self-control now, screaming for him to continue pumping into her fitfully throbbing cunt, not to stop, to go on, and on, and on and then finally it was over. She could feel the last faint palpitations of her now passion-drenched pussy gripping at his abruptly stilled penis, sucking out the last delicious droplets of residual semen from the depleted, now rapidly deflating instrument of torture he had utterly destroyed her with.
There was nothing else. The end had come so suddenly and so completely that Stevie pitched forward in total exhaustion lying along the length of her breathlessly heaving form, gasping for air, unable to move.
Her mind was spinning wildly through eternity while the jangling nerves all over her body slowly subsided until she felt drained and cleansed of all lustful desire forever. Then she was jolted back into the reality of the moment by the harsh voice coming to her ears from above.
"Get off her, Stevie," she heard Gus say. "Come on, we got to get the hell out of here."
"Yeah, okay," came Stevie's lower growl from up behind her. As he lifted, Angela could feel his deflated penis slipping wetly from her cum-drenched cuntal passage. Gus then got up from his straddled position in front of her, and she let herself slide forward in utter fatigue and completion, resting her face damp with perspiration on her forearms crossed on the seat of the sofa.
There were the distant-seeming sounds of the two men mumbling their appreciation and approval of her unwilling but extremely cooperative performance, and the metallic noise of the zippers of their trousers going up as they straightened their clothing in preparation to depart.
In a remote inner portion of her mind somehow unaffected by the pentothal Stevie had injected into her bloodstream, Angela could hear the dim self-recriminations of her conscience reviling her for losing control of her wanton body. You're no better than a common street whore, she told herself with deep remorse. Her hot salty tears of shame and humiliation welled up into her eyes, flowing down over her arms onto the cushion of the couch beneath. She was sobbing out her feeling of total degradation and defeat, her naked shoulders shaking uncontrollably as she waited for her two attackers to go out the door and leave her alone with her shame. God only knew how she would feel when the will-destroying drug eventually wore off and she would have to deal with the obscene memories she would never be able to forget as long as she lived.
Suddenly, the irresistible commanding voice came to her again.
"All right, chick. On your feet, and get dressed," the one called Stevie ordered. "It's time we hit the road."
Oh God, no. No! she whimpered inside her mind as the meaning of his harsh words dawned on her. They aren't content with forcing me to submit to their lewd, obscene demands. They're going to kidnap me as well!
"Please, just go away. Leave me alone," she begged hopelessly as she felt a pair of rough hands thrust under her armpits forcing her into a standing position. "Please!" she repeated.
"Not a chance, baby," Gus informed her. "We were just having a little fun of our own with you. The boss has bigger things in mind," he growled as he opened a slim package he was carrying hidden inside his loose jacket.
Though she struggled in vain with herself to resist and to scream out at the top of her lungs for her neighbors to hear, she submitted meekly as the two of them took the articles of clothing from the package and began putting them on her body.
Why? Why is this happening to me? Where's my husband, David who could protect me? she asked herself over and over again.
"Gus, go find a coat in a closet she can wear over this outfit," Stevie ordered. Then she noticed for the first time that they had dressed her in the most obscenely seductive underclothes she had ever seen outside of some of the more risque shops in the cheaper parts of the city. The brassiere she was wearing was little more than gold-colored straps connected to bands of material circling the smooth round base of her voluptuous breasts, leaving most of the milk-white flesh nakedly exposed, including the tender pink areoles with her tiny bud-like nipples. The matching gold panties they had slipped up over her smoothly tapering legs as she stood in a drugged stupor, were cut out in the back to allow her tantalizingly curved ass-cheeks to remain in view, a thin gold thread disappearing into the full length of the narrow crevice between them, while a tiny triangle of the same material, held by straps following the hollowed indentations at the juncture of her belly and thighs, covered only the pinkly pouting lips of her vagina and was surrounded by thin blonde curls of her pubic hair. She had never in her life even dreamed of wearing such provocatively alluring underwear. To wear such things would have seemed to her the actions of a cheap and loose woman, though she had to admit to herself in the long mirror on the living room wall that she did look stunning and sexy in them. The momentary thought flashed through her mind that probably her husband David would have become very excited and want to make love to her if he ever saw her dressed like that.
Then Stevie lifted each of her feet from the floor in turn and slipped on a pair of gilded high heeled shoes with a narrow band arching over her instep just behind her toes, ending his assigned task by lacquering her nails gold on her hands and feet.
"What a piece of ass!" Gus whistled when he returned with her light cape over his arm. "We'd better get going before I have to fuck her in that sweet little ass," he added in a hoarse voice.
"W-where are you taking me?" the dazed Angela managed to stammer. She was only dimly aware at times of what was going on, unable to keep her mind concentrating on any one thing for long.
"Baby," Gus told her in his low, husky voice, "you're going to a party." He grinned obscenely down at her as he took a last long look at her nearly naked body and then wrapped her coat securely around her docile body.
"Yeah, but I bet she's never seen a party like this one," Stevie chuckled behind her as they moved toward the door from the apartment.
"You'll have to say that for Harvey he really has the kind of imagination it takes to throw a wild orgy scene," murmured Gus approvingly.
Oh my God, a part of Angela's tired, confused mind silently exclaimed. Run away in the street, call for help, anything. But save yourself from any further degradation at the hands of these inhuman monsters.
Despite the continuing inner thoughts advising her to save herself before it was too late, Angela did not protest as they descended in the elevator and nodded their way past the unsuspecting doorman. She obeyed Stevie's soft-spoken commands without resistance until finally they were enclosed in a huge black sedan speeding away from the congestion of New York City.