According to the most recent crime statistics released by the Federal Bureau of Investigation, rape is the crime which is on the most dramatic upswing. Most legal jurisdictions include forced oral and anal copulation in the definition of rape. While the FBI figures do not specify the incidence of oral and/or anal rape in the statistics, most experts who are concerned with rape as a growing (perhaps epidemic) problem agree that rapists are turning more and more to anal rape as a means of satisfying their violent lusts.
In this stark novel of one terrifying night in the lives of two rapists and their victims, we gain a valuable insight into the forces that drive men to anal rape and, equally important, the effects of such perverted actions on the young and helpless women who fall prey to such a cruel and brutal fate.
Psychologists and sociologists agree that, while such action cannot be condoned by society, criminal penalties may not be the answer for those men who are driven by forces beyond their control. For good or evil, each of us is the product of our environment, and no society can be safe unless we can identify and isolate those environmental and cultural influences which turn an otherwise healthy individual into a raging threat to women who have no power to protect themselves.
Harry Appleton is one such rapist, and Sarah Watkins is one of his victims. Their explosive confrontation is told here in explicit and sometimes frightening narrative form. We do not recommend this gripping novel for the faint-hearted or for those who prefer not to face the harsh realities of modern life. For those who do read on we can assure you that you will put down this book with a better understanding of a problem that, however alien to ourselves, we must all come to grips with.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
"Damit!" If you don't tell me who's calling I'm going to hang up!"
Harry Appleton smiled obscenely as he listened to the irritated female voice at the other end of the telephone. He was sprawled in an old overstuffed chair, the telephone cradled between his check and shoulder, one long leg hooked over the chair's dirt-encrusted arm. In his left hand he held a tattered copy of a magazine that was open at the center-fold. His avid eyes scanned the glossy color photograph of a naked young girl kneeling on the floor, her heavy breasts pressed flat against the carpet while her fingers reached around her body to pull the pendulous buttocks apart and expose her puckered little anal opening hairless and brownish-red. His other hand lovingly massaged the swollen cock that jutted out from his unzipped jeans.
"George, is that you?" the woman on the telephone asked, a note of fright creeping into her voice and replacing the previous irritation. "Is this another one of your jokes, George?"
Harry smiled again and cleared his throat. He could tell that the nervous woman was about to hang up on him and he didn't want to loose the connection.
"Is this Miss Watkins? Sarah Watkins?" he asked, pitching his voice low. There was almost no chance that she would recognize his voice from their one brief meeting, he knew, but he was going to take no chances.
"Yes, this is Sarah Watkins," the woman answered, a little puzzled now. "Who's calling please?"
"You don't know me, Sarah," Harry said quietly, without a trace of emotion even though his heart was thudding wildly in his chest. "No, you don't know me at all."
"What is it you want then?"
He choked down a lewd laugh as he stared at the photograph of the obscenely posed girl in the magazine When he let his mind roam freely as he often did, he could almost imagine that the girl was here in the room with him, moving her luscious ass around in provocative circles while she begged him to shove his lust-hardened cock up into her tightly-puckered ass-hole. His fingers grasped his penis in a vice-grip as the woman on the telephone interrupted his obscene reveries by speaking again this time more urgently.
"If you don't tell my what you want right now I'm going to hang up!"
Harry threw the magazine onto the floor and sat up straight, a fierce glow in his eyes. He licked his dry lips with his tongue as he cleared his throat again.
"I want to fuck your ass-hole, baby," he almost screamed into the telephone. "I want to shove my cock up into that tight little hold and make you scream for fucking mercy! And I'm going to! Just you wait and see!"
There was a horrified gasp at the other end of the line as he paused for a moment, and then, the thunderous noise of the telephone receiver being banged down and the dial tone.
Harry chuckled to himself as he listened to the signal for a few moments and then gently replaced the telephone down on its cradle. He could feel the scalding semen gathering in his testicles as his fingers raced up and down the thick shaft of his cock, pulling lewdly at the raw flesh in an excited attempt to milk up the life fluid until it spewed madly out of the dilated tip of his massive prick.
"Uuunnngghhhhh ... aaaaagggghhhh ... oh Jesus, I'm going to come ... AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" he cried as his thin body suddenly went rigid and torrents of creamy-white sperm shot out the end of his penis and fell to the threadbare carpet. His eyes were bulging now, straining and bloodshot, and his legs trembled as the semen continued to pour out.
Then, with a low animal-like groan, he released his cock from his fingers and relaxed. His lank hair fell across his blurred eyes and spittle oozed out from one corner of his mouth and ran down his chin. Harry made no move to wipe it away.
"Wait'll I shoot a load of that into your ass-hole!" he said to the empty room, imagining that Sarah Watkins was kneeling in front of him. "I'm gonna blow my nuts in you, baby! I'm gonna blow 'em so fucking hard my come'll be shooting out your mouth!"
He laughed loudly at his own humor as he felt his satiated prick begin to deflate slowly. He could see the blood-gorged veins still thick and rope-like along the enormous shaft, the rubbery purplish knobhead. and the reddened flesh that was rubbed almost raw by his urgent fingers.
As he continued to sit in the chair and let his breathing return to normal, Harry tried to remember the first time he had seen the lovely Sarah Watkins. It had been only a few days ago in the nearby supermarket on Sunset Boulevard. He had spotted her as she pushed a cart of groceries around the store. It had been a very warm day and the young woman was dressed comfortably in a skimpy halter and cut-offs. Her long blonde hair flowed sensuously down over her almost naked breasts that strained against the thin material, and her flaring and ripe young buttocks and long gorgeous legs left him almost breathless. He had followed her around the store, his cock threatening to burst his tight jeans, his eager eye taking in every luscious detail of the voluptuous body. Her own cut-off jeans were so tight that he could see the way they molded perfectly to her swaying ass-cheeks, and he almost fell into a grocery display when she bent down to take a can off a lower shelf. The backs of her thighs were pink-brown and he could see the rippling muscles just under the flesh.
Shaken by the erotic thoughts that raced through his fevered brain, Harry had followed her to the checkout counter and been rewarded with a glimpse of her check as she wrote it out and handed it to the cashier. The name and address were etched indelibly in his mind, along with the telephone number printed beneath them.
He wanted to press against her to pretend that the obscene movement was only an accident but there was no one behind him and he couldn't risk it. Instead, he watched with mounting lust as she wheeled the bagged groceries to the parking lot and got into an expensive sports car and drove away.
"I'm going to fuck that tight little ass-hole, Sarah Watkins!" he said aloud as he got up from the chair and looked around the cluttered room.
At twenty-seven, Harry Appteton could have passed for a teenager. His gaunt frame, long dirty hair, and lean, almost hairless, face gave him the appearance of a gangling boy instead of a man well into his twenties. He wore the standard costume of dirty jeans and blue work shirt that thousands of Californians had taken as their uniform both as social protest and for the inexpensive cost they entailed.
He paced the room nervously as he continued to think of Sarah Watkins. stopping every few moments to stare at one of the hundreds of pornographic pictures that were pasted and stuck to the walls. Most of them had been clipped from underground newspapers and magazines that Harry had purchased and stolen over the months. Even the low ceiling was covered with pictures of naked female bodies and groups of male and females in every obscene pose imaginable. Cocks were slamming into mouths and cunts and ass-holes in a wild and lust-inciting profusion of groupings. Harry would sometimes lay in his bed and masturbate for hours as he stared wild-eyed at his favorite photographs thinking about the girls and women who had taken his lewd imagine.
He went to the bed now and plopped down onto it. his deflated cock still outside his fly. He lay there trying to get up the courage to do what he knew was inevitable a trip to Sarah Watkins home.
The lovely woman was driving him mad and he knew that if he didn't have her soon he would explode. She was different from the others. They were only frightened slabs of meat to him. There was no tenderness or even concern for them when he brutally raped them or forced them to suck his massive cock. Wild and insatiable anger was the only emotion he had ever felt for them an insane hostility toward women that could only be assuaged through the end of his prick!
But Sarah Watkins was something else. She represented everything in the world he hated, and her punishment would be planned and executed with infinite care. She had to suffer and suffer tremendously! There would be no merciful relief for her after he raped her the first time the initial shock would only portend the horrors to follow for her! He would subjugate and degrade her like no one had ever been humiliated before. And in the act of breaking Sarah Watkins spirit he would be saving his own sanity!
He was suddenly distracted from his own insane thoughts by a sound of footsteps coming down the basement stairway toward his room. He jumped up from the bed quickly and stuffed his penis back into his jeans and brushed the lank hair from his face. He knew the footsteps well they belonged to Charlie Froman. his employer.
Harry had worked as maintenance man in the Hollywood apartment house that Charlie managed since coming to Southern California from Sacramento almost two years ago. It was a dirty and low-paying job, and one where he was constantly subjected to Charlie's cruel taunts. But there was little other choice for him, and Harry worked as efficiently as he could for the less than two hundred dollars a month and sleeping room he was paid.
He tensed nervously as he awaited the dull thump of Charlie's meaty fist on his door. It finally came along with his employer's deep voice.
"Harry? You in there, kid? Hey, open up, will ya!"
Harry went to the door and unlocked it, wondering what Charlie could want at this time of night. He could see by the little alarm clock on the chair next to his bed that it was almost nine o'clock.
"You jacking off in there again, kid?" Charlie's voice boomed through the door. "Hey. come on, open up. I got a real juicy tale to tell you!"
Harry threw open the door and stared into the ugly face of his employer, his own cheeks reddening from the man's cruel words. He silently gave thanks that he was finished. Charlie pushed him aside and came into the room, staring appreciatively at the naked bodies that surrounded him.
"Jesus, kid, you're gonna blow your brains out the end of your dick if you don't quit playing with yourself," Charlie chuckled. "Why don't you take some of your salary and blow yourself to a real cunt?" He pointed around the room at the photographs. "These are okay but they ain't the real thing. Ya know what I mean?"
He laughed again and sat down in the chair that Harry had so recently evacuated. When his eyes lit on the open magazine on the floor he picked it up and whistled through his teeth.
"Man, look at this bitch! She's just begging to get it in the asshold, ain't she, kid?"
"W-w-what do you want, Mr. Forman?" Harry asked nervously, anxious for the heavy-set man to leave. Christ! he thought to himself, isn't it enough I have to put up with his shit all clay? Do I have to listen to him at night too?
"Relax, kid," Charlie replied, still avidly devouring the photograph. "I just wanted to tell you about our new tenant, you know, that sexy cunt who moved into 306. Man, what a pair of boobies that bitch has got!"
Harry nodded, knowing that he wasn't going to get rid of his employer until Charlie had finished another one of his lies. According to the ugly, heavy-set manager, none of the women in the building could go a day without offering him their cunts or their mouths to fuck. And, almost every day, Charlie would take Harry aside and boast about how exhausted he was from fucking a dozen tenants, and then cruelly taunt Harry about his own lack of pussy! It enraged Harry but there was nothing he could do except to listen to the lies and then either masturbate wildly or go on one of his increasingly frequently night trips to find an unsuspecting woman to rape.
"Well, let me tell ya what she offered me this afternoon," Charlie continued, tossing the magazine aside and staring up at the slim youth. "I carried up a couple of her boxes and things, right! Well, as soon as I got them all upstairs she closes and locks the door and brings out this bottle of expensive booze ... Wild Turkey, no less! Then, she sits down on the sofa and tells me to sit next to her. I can tell you, kid, it didn't take no second request ... especially with her sitting there with her tits half out of her blouse and her skirt hiked up around her ass!"
"Get to the point, Charlie," Harry said dully.
"For Christ's sake, kid, I am," Charlie complained. He could see the agony on Harry's face and he wanted to drag out the story as long as he could knowing that as the erotic details piled up that Harry's cock would begin to stiffen uncontrollably. "Well, as I said, there we was, both of us on the sofa and her half-fucking-naked and me eyeballing her titties! Well, the first fucking thing I knows, she reaches over and starts playing with my cock through my pants! She says she's heard about the little extra services I provide for some of the tenants and wants to know will I help her out once in a while too!" He paused and looked intently at Harry's crotch and was rewarded by the sight of a swelling lump beginning to throb there. Satisfied, he smiled and continued. "It seems this broad-likes to suck cocks, right! Only she's gotta have big ones like mine. None of these fucking kid peckers! Before I knew it, I was telling her I'd be glad to put her on the list and when did she want her first extra service. Man, she was like a fucking nympho! She gulps down her drink and was on the floor in front of me before I could say blow-job! She's tearing at my fly and in a minute she's got my whole damned cock in her mouth ... licking and sucking it like it was a piece of prime beef! Jesus, I blowed my nuts in record time and she sucked me twice more ... both times slow and easy ... just the way I like! Then, to top it off, she slips me a twenty and the rest of the bottle and tells me to come back again tomorrow morning! What do you think of that, kid?"
Harry flushed furiously as he felt Charlie's eyes staring at the thickening cock at his loins. There was no way to hide the pulsating rod and, even though he knew that Charlie was probably lying, he couldn't help the erotic excitement that was racing through his tortured body.
"You're really lucky, Charlie," he forced himself to say. "Yeh, you really know how to get plenty of cunt, don't you?"
Charlie beamed appreciatively but he wasn't through with the dejected youth yet. He wanted to see Harry suffer even more.
"Yeh, I get by," he said expansively. "Better than you anyway! All you can do is lay down here in this fucking hole and pound your meat! Jesus, kid, it ain't natural with the cunt that's around! Cunt that's just begging to be fucked!"
Feeling more depressed and embarrassed than ever, Harry motioned toward the door. There was desperation in his voice.
"I gotta get some sleep, Charlie. I gotta paint that empty apartment on the third floor first thing in the morning. Leave me alone, huh?"
"Sure, kid," Charlie said, getting up slowly and reaching down to adjust his cock. "I thought you'd like to hear about our new tenant, that's all. Maybe if you begged her real good she'd let you stick your cock into her too!"
He giggled obscenely as he waved goodbye and went back upstairs.
Harry slammed the door and muttered a curse. Then, his face still red and his cock still throbbing painfully, he went to the bed and lay down on his back, his legs spread apart and his hand feverishly working at his zipper while his eyes searched out a favorite picture on the ceiling.
"Jesus Christ!" he cried out as his fingers encircled the thick shaft of his prick and began to pull brutally up and down. "I'll fix you too, Charlie! You wait, I'll fix your fucking wagon good!"
Then there was only the dull slap of fingers against cockflesh and the labored breathing of the lust-filled Harry Appleton's body.
Sarah Watkins was furious as she replaced the receiver in the cradle heavily and stood there for a few moments wondering what to do. Her slender body trembled from fright and anger and for a moment she considered calling the police.
Fat lot of good that would do! she told herself, remembering her previous roommate's experience with an obscene caller and the Hollywood police. When the girl had called to complain, the police had been bored and even implied that somehow it must be her own fault. The telephone company had been more polite but could suggest nothing except for her to change her telephone number at an additional charge, of course! No, Sarah didn't want that kind of hassle.
She went into the small kitchen of her apartment and took a bottle of scotch from the cabinet and poured a still drink for herself. This is the price you have to pay for living alone, she thought, remembering all of the lewd invitations she had had to share her apartment with any number of hot-blooded males. Since Sarah's last roommate had mover out and gotten married, she had made a determined effort to find another girl to share the apartment with. But she could find no one really compatible. The girls she did talk to were either obvious lesbians, or wanted the freedom to have their male friends in overnight. The lovely blonde wanted none of that!
Suddenly she saw that the small steak she was broiling was beginning to burn and she turned her attention away from the telephone call to her dinner. She worked quickly, turning the steak while she fixed a salad and a vegetable. In a few minutes she carried a tray with her dinner into the front room and sat down on the soft couch. She reached over and turned on the stereo and ate slowly while her mind wandered over the past few months in Southern California.
Sarah had moved to Hollywood from her family's home in San Francisco almost a year ago. Getting a job in her firm's Los Angeles office had been no trick for the lovely, twenty-one year old blonde. She was well-liked and efficient, and her boss had even allowed her to charge the moving expense to the company. Her family had been another matter, however, and Sarah could still see her mother's tearful face. But Sarah knew that she had to get away from the bay city long enough to forget the brief, but torrid, romance with the married man who had seduced her. And, even though Hollywood was a surprising disappointment to her, she adjusted well to the sprawling city-within-a-city with its high crime rate and crazy freeways.
Her job was going well and she was almost at the point where she might begin dating again. Not that there hadn't been hundreds of opportunities. Her lush young body with its high-set succulent breasts, flaring hips and long lovely legs, turned heads wherever she went. Her honey-blonde hair framed a beautiful face with hazel eyes, a dainty nose, a full ripe mouth, and a soft, slightly tanned ivory complexion.
I almost wish I were ugly! she told herself, chewing the tender steak and thinking about how many obscene proposals she had had in her young life. Dan Harkins had been different or so she thought for several weeks while the older, married man confused her with his smooth talk and expensive tastes. When Sarah had accidentally found out about Dan's wife, she had been crushed and almost suicidal. But the pain went away after awhile, leaving only a dull ache that continued to surface periodically.
It wasn't so much the loss of her virginity that mattered to her she knew how foolish her mother's rigid morals were in the twentieth century! No, it was the betrayal from a man who she would have willingly slept with without his lies! Sex was unimportant to her. After the initial brief pain she felt nothing down there! Only a gentle warmth and the knowledge that she was pleasing him! She knew all about orgasms, of course. And she even wondered idly sometimes whether there was something wrong with her because she didn't experience the wild sensations other girls described to her. For her, sex was loving and caring giving!
She finished her meal and pushed away the tray, stretching lazily. The clothes she wore the ones she had worn to the office felt restraining and tight and she suddenly felt like a hot bubble bath. The telephone call was almost gone from her mind as she went toward the kitchen with her tray, deposited it on the counter, and then went into her bedroom.
She stripped quickly, allowing herself a glance in the full-length mirror. What the hell is so different about my body than any other woman's? she asked herself, already knowing the answer. There was a natural perfection about the straining, succulent breasts and the smooth flesh of her hips and legs that left no doubt in her mind that she was more beautiful than other women her own age. She blushed slightly as her gaze went down to the golden triangle of silken pubic hair between her legs and she moved her thighs apart sensually until she could see the reflection of her plump little vaginal slit in the mirror. A shiver of excitement ran up and down her spine as she remembered how avidly Dan sought to slip his penis deep up into her quivering genitals.
"Stop it!" she said aloud, surprised at how moist and warm her secret damp spot felt tonight. Her blush was deepening as she went into the bathroom and turned the taps on full and sprinkled the bubble bath mixture into the tub.
For a split second she had allowed herself to see beneath the thin veneer she had erected about herself. To see the loneliness and doubts she still harbored, no matter how much she tried to put them away from her.
When the tub was filled she lowered her long, nakedly voluptuous body down into the steaming water and let out a loud sigh of pleasure as the scalding water enveloped her. It felt so much like the warm that had surrounded her the night she had first let Dan make love to her. There had been pain, of course, a terrible stab of agony that had left her breathless and trembling. But afterwards, when he had spent himself in her, they had lain locked together, his penis still inside her, and the warmth and pleasure was so much like right now.
"Stop it!" she said again, surprised to see that her right hand was resting on her plump pubic and that the slender fingers were lovingly grazing the tiny vaginal slit between her creamy thighs.
Then, with another loud groan this time of frustration she picked up the dull novel that lay on the bench beside the tub and tried to find her place.
"You've got to stop thinking dangerous thoughts like that, old girl!" she told herself aloud. Before she began reading the boring words on the pages of the novel, her mind once more went back to the telephone call and she wondered idly if she had remembered to lock and bolt the front door of the apartment. It was a security building and there had been few problems up to now for its tenants. Still, she thought, I'll have to check it before I go to bed.
She could hear the stereo in the front room playing loudly as she began to read.
CHAPTER TWO
Harry Appleton checked the items on the bed once more before he put them, one by one, into the small plastic bag: Thin leather driving gloves, a dark wool ski-mask, a coiled length of clothesline, and, finally a roll of wide adhesive tape.
He took his leather jacket from a peg by the door and put it on. Then he stuffed the plastic bag into a side pocket of the jacket, where the bulge would be less noticeable.
He looked around the room once more before leaving checking the two-burner hot plate to see that it was turned off. Satisfied, he quietly opened the door and slipped out into the basement hallway. He shut the door noiselessly behind him and locked it.
He hoped he wouldn't meet Charlie Forman on his way out. He could always invent an excuse, of course he had forgotten to get cigarettes, or something equally innocuous. But Charlie was nowhere to be seen when Harry reached the first floor landing and he breathed a sigh of relief.
He went out the back door toward the parking lot where his only extravagance sat a decrepit old Ford sedan. He knew he was safe now even if he met one of the building's tenants. None of them paid any attention to him, except to complain to Charlie about the way he stared so lewdly at the younger women! But he met no one and was soon behind the wheel of the old car and moving quietly out onto Hollywood Boulevard.
The streets were heavily traveled tonight both with cars and pedestrians. Pedestrians! Harry thought bitterly as he drove toward Western Avenue. Shit! Nothing but whores and fags and suckers out tonight! He hated them hated them all especially the sexily-dressed young prostitutes who sauntered up and down the street, their ripe young asses swaying erotically and invitingly as they watched for prospective customers. Goddamned police ought to get them off the street! he thought to himself as the whores ignored his old car in favor of the newer models that honked and pulled over to close hurried business transactions with them.
Harry was a poor driver and he gripped the steering wheel tightly as he maneuvered a right turn at Western Avenue and drove north toward Franklin. He turned west again and was relieved to see few pedestrians on the quiet residential street. In his mind he kept repeating the address that he had seen on Sara Watkin's check in the supermarket chanting it almost, as he mentally remembered the building. He had driven by it several times since first seeing Sarah and he knew the route by heart. West on Franklin to Beachwood right on Beachwood to the second stop sign another right, and he would be there!
Thin beads of perspiration broke out on his forehead as he narrowly missed a car backing out onto the street. He cursed the elderly driver and then continued on, patting the lock-picks in his right jeans pocket. That had been a real coup for him, finding the key-ring with the picks where Charlie had mis-laid them. His employer had been angry at having to buy another set, but Harry had secreted them under his bed quickly.
His massive cock was throbbing and pounding wildly in anticipation of what was to come tonight, and Harry massaged it roughly with his thin fingers as he waited for the light to change at Beachwood. Then, he was almost there!
He parked the car almost a block away, locking it before turning toward Sarah's building. There was no one on the streets, although he could hear faint snatches of conversations from the apartment buildings and houses on the darkened street. It was a warm night much too warm for the leather jacket and he hoped that no one would notice him and think it suspicious. But he knew there was little chance of that most people didn't notice him at all. He could see the lights of Sarah's apartment building ahead and he wondered which window was hers. The thought of the innocent young blonde laying upstairs perhaps even in bed excited him tremendously and he moved quicker toward the driveway that separated Sarah's building from a single-storied bungalow next door.
He waited for a moment, listening for any sound from the parking lot in back of the building, and then went quickly down the driveway. It amused him to think how secure people felt in the isolation of their little apartments. Even in those buildings where the front door and lobby were locked, Harry knew that in nine out of ten cases the back door leading to the parking lot would be open.
He paused again as he rounded the corner of the building, his eyes searching for the back door. The parking lot was about half full but there was no one to bother him. He moved swiftly toward the door, listened for a moment, and then tried the handle. It was unlocked. Fighting down a smile, he opened it and peered down the long hallway. To his right there was a stairwell that led to the upper floors.
In a moment he was gliding up the staircase noiselessly, his sneakered feet making no sound on the concrete.
His pulse racing, he stopped at the second floor and cautiously opened the door. When he saw no one in the hallway he went down it quickly, his eyes searching for apartment 311 Sarah Watkins' apartment!
His thickly pulsing cock felt like it was going to burst the fly of his jeans as he took the lock-picks from his pocket and selected one.
This was the most dangerous moment of all, he knew, and he felt a shiver of cold run up and down his perspiring body as he delicately played with the lock.
I'm going to fuck that sweet little ass-hole, baby! he said silently, feeling the tumblers drop into place. Oh, Jesus, I'm going to ram your ass-hole until you're screaming for mercy!
Sarah studiously avoided looking at her luscious body in the mirror as she dried herself with a huge bath towel. Her attempts to read had been a failure and she couldn't get her mind off the memories of Dan Harkins. Just the touch of her own fingers on her voluptuous, cherry-tipped breasts were enough to make her long for his gentle hands, and she fought to control her surging emotions.
She could hear the stereo playing in the front room and she was torn between the distraction the music provided and the fear that it might be annoying her neighbors. No, this building is almost soundproof, she remembered, lifting one long gorgeous leg up onto the toilet seat and drying it. In the months she had lived there she couldn't remember hearing any sounds from the other apartments.
She was almost finished drying herself now, except for the damply quivering spot between her legs. Do I dare touch myself there? she asked herself.
Suddenly she saw a dark shadow fall across her legs and she looked up, a startled look on her lips and a cry of terror welling up in her throat.
Before she could scream, Harry moved quickly into the small bathroom and clamped his fingers brutally over her mouth while, with his other hand, he twisted one of her arms painfully up behind her until she though she would die from the agony.
"Don't make a sound, you fucking bitch!" he snarled, tightening his grip on her arm and causing Sarah to slam into the wall. "Just don't make a sound and you won't get hurt, understand?"
It had all happened so quickly that the lovely blonde's mind was still unable to comprehend what was happening to her. She was terrified her legs were trembling as if they were boneless and only the brutal youth's vice-grip kept her up.
Oh God, she thought, thinking about all the stories she had heard or read about rape-murders in California, he's going to kill me! I know he is!
The bath towel had dropped to the floor, leaving Sarah's body naked and defenseless. Despite the peril she knew she faced from the unknown attacker, she blushed deeply at the thought of him devouring her unclothed flesh with his lust-filled eyes. A wave of nausea swept through her, magnified by the cruel hand pressing over her mouth and almost completely shutting off her breathing, and by the awful pain that came from her twisted arm.
She struggled wildly, kicking his shins and twisting back and forth in a vain attempt to escape her captor. But she was completely helpless and she heard him laugh at her feeble attempt to get free.
"Go ahead, bitch, fight!" Harry spat out, feeling the quivering mass of lovely flesh against his own body. Tangled blonde hair was matted between them and he could smell the fresh clean aroma of her writhing body. Then, he gave a brutal twist to her arm and she almost collapsed from the new agony.
Oh God, she thought irrationally, he's going to break my arm!
She stopped struggling as she felt him relax the hold on her waist. For a moment she thought he was going to let her go. The rough material of his jeans was scraping the tender flesh of her still-damp buttocks and she could feel a warm hot throbbing mass pressing against, her.
Suddenly he released her and spun her around to face him. At the same time he clenched his right fist and brought it up quickly, striking her a cruel blow on the chin. She had only time to fill her tortured lungs with a life-giving air before stars exploded in the back of her brain and her whole body slumped down onto the cool tiles of the floor.
Harry watched with excitement and fascination as the beautiful young girl came down heavily. Her head fell forward onto her luscious breasts and her legs spread out under her, exposing the tiny cuntal slit between her creamy-white thighs. He could see a bruise forming on her chin where he had struck her and he hoped that he hadn't hurt her too badly. He wanted her awake soon.
"You're gonna get it in a minute, cunt," he said to the unconscious girl, bending down and taking her body in his arms. The girl's dead-weight was more than he had anticipated from so slender and willowy a figure, but he managed to struggle upright. He went into the bedroom quickly and dumped her unceremoniously onto the bed, reveling in the plump little cunt that lay blonde and lovely between her legs.
Sarah stirred and groaned but didn't wake up. Pulling the plastic bag from his jacket pocket, Harry took the roll of tape and coil of clothesline and bent over her body.
In a moment she was lying on her stomach, her mouth taped shut. He took a penknife from his jeans pocket and cut four lengths of rope and tied a piece to each ankle and wrist. Working quickly, he secured the free ends to the four bedposts until she was spread-eagled.
He stood back and admired his work, his eyes blazing with renewed desire as he looked down on the helpless girl. Her buttocks glistened with a thin film of water from her bath and from perspiration, and he leaned over again, anxious for a close look at the object of his lust. With no thought of the pain he was inflicting on Sarah, he pulled her quivering asschecks apart with his rough fingers and licked his lips as her puckered little hairless anus came into view between the valley of buttock-flesh.
"Man ... look at that!" he marveled aloud, feeling his huge cock pounding and throbbing painfully at his groin. "Oh Jesus, look at that beautiful little hole. ... I'm going to ram my cock right up your ass in a minute, baby!"
With one hand he held the buttocks apart while he fumbled with his fly with the other. In a moment his pulsating massive cock was free and it jerked wildly about as he continued to stare down at the tightly bound girl.
He heard her groaning again and trying to raise her head off the bed. Excited beyond anything he had ever felt before, he climbed up onto the bed and stretched out his body alongside hers. She had managed to twist her head around so that she was lying with one burning cheek pressed into the soft mattress while she stared into his blazing eyes.
Horrified by what she saw, Sarah tried to turn away. She was looking in the very face of evil itself and she suddenly realized that nothing or no one was going to save her from the ultimate degradation she could imagine.
"What's the matter, cunt?" Harry asked lewdly. "Don't tell me you don't want a little cock! Shit, you pigs are all alike. As soon as you see a good stiff cock you can't wait to get it up inside your pussy! Ain't that right?"
She shook her head violently, silently pleading with the lust-charged youth to leave her alone. But she could see nothing but lust and hatred in the thin slits above his high cheekbones. He had taken off his leather jacket and sneakers and his thin but muscular arms were visible. He snaked one of them under her body and his clawing fingers began to obscenely massage her straining breasts. She groaned as he pinched and probed at her straining nipples.
"Lay still, bitch!" he ordered, almost out of his mind with desire for the helpless young victim. Grinning lewdly, he took one of her straining nipples between his fingers and pinched it as hard as he could, laughing at the tears of agony that sprang to her eyes.
She was shivering uncontrollably and she could feel his hot breath on her face as he continued to maul her tender breasts. She prayed fervently that she would pass out again and be spared the awful agony of what was certain to come. She tried desperately to pull her arms and legs free but was frustrated by the tight knots of the clothesline around her wrists and ankles.
"Stop it!" he snarled. "I ain't going to hurt you unless I have to. Understand?"
She nodded weakly. Her only hope now was to have him satisfy him perverted lust quickly and then leave her unharmed except for the terrible degradation of her body that he intended.
"Good! You just take it easy, Sarah, and we'll get along just fine!"
She was surprised to hear him speak her name and she suddenly remembered the telephone call earlier. The voice on the other end had spoken her name too a fact she had all but forgotten in her anger and revulsion at the obscene telephone call. Since she had an unlisted telephone number he must have obtained it from some other source. The puzzling matter was quickly forgotten as she felt him pull his hand out from under her trembling body and begin running it up and down over her naked back, edging closer and closer to her quivering buttocks. The calloused palm scraped her own tender flesh harshly and she groaned when his fingers pulled her ass-cheeks apart and pressed lewdly down into the perspiring crevice.
"Unnnnngghhhhhh..." she screamed wordlessly as he suddenly pressed his thumb against her cringing rectal opening, his fingernail tearing at the tightened sphincter and drawing blood. Her hips bucked wildly in a vain attempt to escape the probing pressure that was bringing her new agony. Sarah was snorting loudly as she tried to breathe through her nose past the tangled mop of silky blonde hair that wrapped around her face. The tape that prevented her opening her mouth was so tight that she couldn't even poke the tip of her tongue out.
"Here it comes, bitch!" Harry said with a deranged laugh as he moved around on the bed until he was kneeling behind the horrified girl, his thumb still pressing cruelly against her tiny hairless anus. "Get that little ass-hole ready because I'm going to ream it out with my cock!"
For the first time she realized the awful implication of his words. He was going to put his penis in her rectum.' Her terrified mind reeled from the thought! It was too awful to imagine! She couldn't take him there! It was much too tiny to be able to take the massive throbbing penis without killing her splitting her apart!
Harry didn't even bother to strip off his jeans as he readied himself behind her. His cock was pulsating and jerking about wildly, banging into her tender ass-cheeks as the rubbery purple tip strained toward her puckered nether opening. His eyes were glazed with lust and sweat poured down over his face as he suddenly shoved his thumb brutally into her ass-hole and felt her whole body stiffen in agony from the unexpected invasion.
Sarah almost passed out from the horrible stab of torturous pain that made her buck and twist wildly. It felt as if her whole body was on fire a raging, searing pain that was mind-boggling. His bony finger was in almost to the first knuckle and he curled it, scraping the warm buttery depths of her rectum raw. She was screaming incoherently, fighting with every ounce of her strength to escape the cruel ravishment of her anus. The ropes at her wrists and ankles strained mightily but held. With his other hand, Harry grabbed the two bed pillows and stuffed them under her writhing stomach so that her ass was raised slightly in the air. As he leaned forward over her his wildly throbbing cock was pressed firmly against her buttocks, adding to her shame and degradation.
On and on the invading finger came, ripping and tearing at the velvety inner rectal flesh and sending new jolts of electric agony through her. She prayed as she had never prayed before. The torture had to end before she lost her mind it had to!
Tears of pain and humiliation ran from her cheeks as the awful enormity of what was about to happen hit her again and again. He really was going to force his penis fully up her virginal rectum in an act so unspeakable disgusting that she didn't even know it existed. This was the ultimate humiliation as her unwilling body was being punished and used in the most obscene and degrading way possible. She would never live through it wouldn't want to live through it. She could never again face the world after this horror of subjugation. Surely she would die.
Sarah made one last attempt to pull away from the pain-filled finger that was clawing and probing at her anus but it was useless. He planted the palm of his free hand on the small of her back and pushed down cruelly, trapping her between the pillows and the finger that dug brutally into her back passage, expanding it unmercifully as he twisted and turned the fingers in the tight, narrow hole and prepared it for his coming assault with his iron-hard cock.
"Get ready, cunt, here it comes!" he giggled.
As suddenly as he had shoved the finger into her rectum, he pulled it out. It seemed to slip out reluctantly, the elastic ring of the anus clinging to it until it popped out with a slight sucking sound. He forced her legs wider with his knees, dropping his head to her buttocks and licking wetly at the ravaged crevice between them, moistened the tiny hole in preparation for the entry of his enormous cock.
"Go ahead and shake that ass," he snorted, his cruel eyes boring into the puckered and cringing hairless opening. Then, he moved swiftly away from her and positioned himself behind the writhing body.
Sarah felt his hands on her hips, jerking them up until her buttocks were high in the air behind her, waving as if in some obscene invitation to the cruel ravishment that was about to begin. Her anus throbbed in abject helplessness.
"You want it, bitch, you want it!"
His knees pushed her thighs wider apart, the material of his jeans brushing hard against the inside of her tender flesh. She was held wide and helpless, completely at his mercy and she groaned in helpless frustration.
His hands grasped harshly at her hips, holding them steadily in the air as she felt the long, thick cock impress itself in the moist naked slit of her behind. She gasped from the contact. It seemed huge and scaldingly hot! She could never take that into her rectum never! She jerked forward again, attempting to move up the bed away from him.
She was rewarded with a brutal slap on her kidneys.
"Stop it! Goddamnit ... stop it! Lay still or I'll kill you!" Harry shouted, unable to control his raging lusts any longer. He wanted only to shove his pulsating cock deep up into Sarah's ass-hole and fuck into her as she had never been fucked before. All of his patience was gone and he would have killed her at that moment if she frustrated his evil lusts further.
He leaned forward over her back until she couldn't move. She was wide and helpless before the unnatural onslaught of the depraved rapist. She could feel the heated pole of his cock probing hard between her upturned thighs and forcing itself into the damp crevice between her buttocks.
His hands pressed down over her ass-cheeks, his thumbs pressing on either side of the tiny puckered anus stretching it wide. Then, she felt a probing between the thumbs that was hard and rubbery at first and terrified her with its scalding warmth.
NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO! OH GOD ... NOOOOOOOOOO! she screamed soundlessly in a soul-shattering but incoherent groan as she felt the tight resisting pressure-filled nether ring giving way before the unyielding male penis, the tip popping suddenly inside with a jerk.
She was groaning and screaming in earnest now, but the sounds were lost in the tight tape that covered her mouth. There was no one to help her. There was no one in the world all that existed was the excruciating torture of her anus from the animal behind her and the cruel hands pressing her shoulders down onto the bed. There was no escape from the horror and degradation of the depraved attack on her helpless body. The blunt intrusion of his thick cock vibrated through every nerve in her succulent young body, pushing the soft rubbery flesh inside her widely stretched anal passage in great waves of pain before it. Filling her backside ceaselessly as though she were being impaled on the trunk of a huge tree. She groaned again and again as the torture continued and he pressed forward, shoving his penis further and further into her with excited yelps of pleasure.
Her reeling brain was filled with flashes of exploding pain as she struggled frantically to pull herself forward away from the terrible agony of his massive prick. She was impaled like a pig on a gigantic roasting spit and her whole body strained to expel the invading cudgel that was stretching her and threatening to split her apart.
Behind her, Harry was muttering obscenities and gasping with sadistic pleasure. He groaned as he felt his balls slap heavily against her naked trembling buttocks and knew he was in as far as he could go. He paused for a moment and then began to saw rhythmically in and out of the soft depths of her ass-hole, bringing further moans of pain and misery from her tortured, tape-covered lips. The perverse sensations of pure-pleasure in his cock from the madly contracting ass-hole filled him with a sense of mastery that he reveled in and he thrust harder and harder in and out of the ravaged girl's anal opening. He could feel the tiny ridges of her pink, clasping flesh massaging his prick as it withdrew for another vicious lunge and he wished he could relax the weight of his body on her back so that he could visually enjoy the sadistic sight as well as feel it.
The horrible pain was tearing Sarah apart and she had never felt so soiled and debauched in her life and her whole behind felt tortured as he levered up on his knees and began to lunge the full length of his punishing penis deep into her with long smooth strokes. She was dimly away of Harry chuckling to himself and pushing down hard against her back with each brutal stroke the rampaging cock made into her ass-hole, trapping her servile body between the skewering hardened male shaft and the pillows. She was hopelessly held in the kneeling position, painfully bent like an errant slave before its cruel master.
Her body jerked and quivered and her thighs convulsed as an extra hard thrust seared into her tortured ass-hole. She could hear him grunting with pleasure through the silence of the room punctuated only by the obscene sound of his perverted flesh slapping against her helpless body. For the first time in her young life she hated someone enough to kill them! She wanted to destroy him to kill him for the degradation and humiliation he was heaping upon her against her will. In spite of her pain, she clasped tight her anal muscles trying to rip the plunging column of flesh from his body.
"AAAAAAAGGHHHHHHH," he groaned, "Jesus, baby, that's great ... keep it up ... oh Christ, I can't stand it!" His head was thrown back in ecstasy from the warm clasping flesh enveloping his iron-hard cock.
Sarah knew she couldn't stand the indecent sodomizing of her anus much longer. The humiliation was too great for her to bear. Kneeling in total submission to the lewd rapist was too much for her mind her tormented mind to absorb. She had to end it somehow before she lapsed into insanity. Despite the tortured agony he was inflicting on her, Sarah's mind was thinking back to the only sexual experience she had ever had that with
Dan Harkins, her married lover. She remembered how she could sometimes bring him to orgasm more quickly by responding to his feverish thrusting. Could she bring herself to feign passion with this animal? She wondered bitterly. Could she force her brutalized and ravished body to bring him his depraved orgasm quicker and spare herself the awful agony?
Involuntarily, as though her body were a separate entity, she felt herself beginning to move backward to meet the savage forward thrusts of his cock, undulating her hips and swinging her buttocks in tiny rotating circles, clasping his penis tightly with the slight throb of her rectum on the out-stroke. She blushed deeply at the thought of what she was doing even though it was the only way to save her sanity.
Harry felt the sudden change in her movements and groaned, thrusting into her with renewed bursts of savage power. He knew she was his to do with as he wished now. She was a slave kneeling before him and prepared to follow his every wish and command, there was no resistance left in this innocent young piece of lovely flesh impaled on his cock. He would give it to her now as she had never been fucked before and she would love it she was loving it! His irrational mind and lust-charged body surged with feelings of supreme power as he felt the movement of her buttocks and the arching hollows of her back as she worked and ground back into him, her long blonde hair falling over her face and around her neck and back as she squirmed lewdly in front of him.
Nothing she had ever done in her life had been harder for the voluptuous girl. She was turning herself into a whore for the depraved rapist! She was forcing herself to pretend a pleasure in order to get the obscene act over with when all she felt for him was pure naked hatred! She wondered how long she could keep up the pretense and she prayed that it would be over soon. The pain was almost unbearable and her face rolled from side to side on the mattress, her face flushed and burning with the intensity of her effort and the embarrassment she felt for herself. She bucked and churned her body beneath him, feeling he was nearing his end, grunting and groaning out her encouragement to him and pleading with the motions of her buttocks for him to end it and fill her behind with the hot sperm of his orgasm.
Harry was wild with a renewed desire and from his own irrational thoughts. No longer was he a lowly janitor unnoticed by the world unable to find sexual relief except in his pornographic photographs and in the savage attacks on helpless women. In his deranged mind he was master now complete ruler of this beautiful young girl able to make her serve him as he wished! The whole world was his for the taking he could have any cunt he wanted! He had proved it tonight! What had begun as a brutal ass-rape had turned into a wild orgy of sexual delight for him with the voluptuous Sarah Watkins fucking back at him like an unchained demon!
He began to ram into her rapidly and savagely hard and deep, battering her quivering buttocks with his pelvis. He gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers, squeezing with all of his might to pull her back over his expanding cock like slipping a tight sleeve over an over-sized arm. His eyes bulged widely at the spectacle of her young body bucking in front of him and the sadistic desire to hurt her rippled through him as he lunged forward with a mighty thrust that seared up her stretched anus like fire. He would punish her for all the hurt that had ever been inflicted on him by the world!
"AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!" she groaned piteously. Before the sound had escaped her throat he dug into her again, this time even more brutally. "AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!"
With the last half-scream, half-groan, Sarah could feel in her agony that the giant tormenting staff was growing even bigger and expanding more than she believed possible. She thought it would never stop it was killing her stretching the muscles of her ass-hole beyond human endurance.
"You like it, don't you, you fucking cunt?" Harry screamed at her, saliva dripping down his chin and mingling with the heavy sweat from his forehead. His eyes were wild and he was unable to focus from the tremendous pressure he felt racing up through his pendulous balls that slapped brutally against Sarah's inner thighs. "By God, you've never been fucked this good before, have you?"
The terrified young blonde ignored his questions, praying that the awful assault would soon be over. The blunt instrument of his massive penis was shuddering through every straining nerve of her rectal passage with racking torrents of pain. Her eyes overflowed with tears as she moaned in total submission, knowing that she had no choice.
Harry Appleton suddenly lifted his weight from her back and pushed himself erect, his eyes going immediately to the erotic spot between her ass-cheeks where his huge cock rammed in and out of her cringing anus. He could see the thick sinking prick rasping in and out, pulling the rubbery inner walls of her rectal passage outward when he withdrew, and pushing them inward viciously as he lunged forward.
The brutal rapists lust-crazed moaning signaled that the end was nearing and it gave Sarah the courage to continue. She began to move faster, knowing that she had to hurry before he mined her life forever with the awful stretching of her ravaged anus. She ground back against him, clasping her anal muscles and milking the juices of his sperm toward the end of his pummeling rod.
The tight ropes were painfully chafing her wrists and ankles as he drove her back and forth with his crushing cock, and Sarah knew that the tender flesh was being rubbed off them.
Instinctively his hips began to churn even faster and he jammed his massive throbbing cock viciously into her hairless, wide-stretched rectum, squeezing and tearing at the soft flesh of her thighs with his fingers. His cheeks were puffed and flushed as he fought for breath and more strength to prolong his sadistic rape of her ass-hole.
Oh God, make it he over soon! she pleaded silently. Hurry, come now! I can't stand it any more! Come now! Her whole convulsing body was being consumed in a sheet of liquid pain and her eyes bulged from the brutality of his renewed assault.
Then, mercifully, a loud choking came from deep in his belly and he lunged forward with one soul-shattering thrust, sinking his jerking penis as far as it would go into her ravaged little hole and began spilling the scalding white sticky juices of his come deep, deep into her rectum. His whole body was shaking and trembling spastically as floods of the heated male semen flooded her dark fleshy insides, until with a coughing sound in his throat, he collapsed in a limp heap and lay exhausted on her back, forcing her down onto the mattress.
Groaning with relief, Sarah felt the huge slimy cock slip out of her ass-hole with a loud sucking sound. It's over! she told herself happily, it's all over! But her relief was short-lived as she felt him lift himself off her body and collapse on the bed next to her his disgusting limp penis next to her mouth. He was propped on his elbows staring down at her and smiling an evil grin.
"Liked that, didn't you, bitch? I could tell, baby. I can always tell!" he chortled insanely, reaching down to hold her face when she tried desperately to turn away from the obscene and snake-like penis that was only inches from her taped mouth. "Well, I got another treat for you ... I'm going to let you suck my cock!"
As the horrible words echoed around her reeling brain and her eyes widened with renewed terror, Sarah began to scream through the tape that covered her mouth.
Then, just when she knew her tortured brain would take no more of the sadistic cruelty, she felt her whole body go limp and an inky darkness descend over her.
From somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind a protective mechanism had been triggered and she was mercifully unconscious.
Harry watched with mounting irritation as her eyes closed and her limbs settled lifelessly on the mattress. "Fucking bitch," he cried out, slapping her across the face with his hands. "I ain't done with you yet! Oh no, baby, I ain't half finished with you!"
Grinning insanely, he snaked his body down until he was kneeling behind her again. He pulled her ass-cheeks apart and giggled at the sight of her torn and bleeding rectal opening, cringing involuntarily as the flesh separated. The puckered little hole was oozing strings of white sticky semen his semen!
Sarah's smooth white ass was still elevated from the pillows that he had shoved under her stomach and he reveled in the sight of her ravaged body. Suddenly, without even being aware of what he was doing, he plunged his heated face down into the valley between her half-moons and began licking wildly at the torn and bruised flesh, moaning and gulping wildly at the same time.
CHAPTER THREE
Sarah regained consciousness slowly and painfully. Her head was still filled with a mind-saving blackness that blotted out the memory of what she had just experienced at the hands of the brutal ass-rapist, but her body struggled to escape the wetness and searing pain that filled her whole crotch. She moaned and shifted her weight involuntarily, trying to evade the rasping tongue that worked over her nakedly upturned buttocks like a piece of rough sandpaper.
Suddenly, her eyes flew open and she was completely aware of where she was and what was happening to her. She gave a low, guttural groan, kicking her legs at the same time in a vain attempt to push away the perverted youth. Oh, my God, she thought wildly, he's licking my bottom! The thought was so revolting that she felt as if she were going to throw up. How could he do something like that? Was there no limit to his depravity?
Behind her, Harry Appleton pulled away, his face smeared with perspiration and his own saliva. "So you finally awake, huh?" he said excitedly, patting her churning ass-cheeks with his rough hands. "I thought you were going to be out forever, bitch!"
He raised his body and got off the bed and stood there looking down at her completely defenseless body. Her eyes were pleading with him to free her, but he ignored the stare and lewdly massaged his half-swollen cock. He was suddenly very hungry and he wondered if Sarah Watkins had any food in the apartment. He could hear his stomach growling and he patted it.
"Hey, baby, I'm going out into the kitchen and see if I can find something to eat. All that fucking gave me a hell of an appetite!" He chuckled at his own humor. "You just lay there and don't try to get free, honey, I'll be right back' okay?"
The full import of his words struck her. He isn't through with me yet! All of her hopes were dashed as she realized that her ordeal was to continue. Tears of fear and self-pity welled up in her eyes as she watched him saunter toward the door that led to the small kitchen.
"After I get something to eat I'm going to feed you, honey!" he said over his shoulder, lewdly fondling his throbbing cock with his fingers. "Yeh, I'm going to fill that little mouth of yours with my prick and you're going to get the best fucking meal you ever had!"
His laugh was still ringing in her ears as he disappeared into the kitchen. Despite the horrible fear that was making her tremble and quiver, Sarah knew she would have to act now if she was ever going to escape the insane rapist. She tugged at the ropes holding her wrists and ankles and gasped from the pain that her movements brought. It felt as if her four limbs were raw and bloody from the tight rope that held her securely to the four bedposts.
She could see her right wrist and it was bruised and torn. Gritting her teeth she gave another mighty tug and winced from the agony of the taut rope against her tender wrist-flesh. She paused, heaving and panting from the exertion. She could hear the brutal youth in the kitchen slamming cabinet doors.
What am I going to do? she thought. I can't take any more I can't! In the space of less than an hour her whole life had been turned upside down. She was no longer the innocent and naive girl who had come to Southern California. Now she was a soiled and degraded victim of a madman so humiliated and brutalized that no man would ever want her again. Her entire life was ruined and she wished she could just shut her eyes and die.
But a voice in the back of her mind told her she had to try and escape no matter what the consequences! Somehow she had to get free and get help! It wasn't only for her own sake that she prayed for deliverance from the brutal rapist. How many other girls and women had he ravaged in the past? And how many would he enforce his perverted lusts on in the future?
Her brain was racing with fear and she told herself that she had to calm down before he came back and carried out his threat to make her fellate him. The very thought disgusted her and she suddenly recalled how Dan Harkins had tried one night to force her head down toward his crotch. She had successfully denied him the act only to be forced now to take her assailant's penis into her mouth! Her mouth went dry at the thought of such a horrible fate and she could feel the bile rising in her throat.
She was pulling at the ropes that bound her when she heard Harry Appleton's voice from the doorway.
"You ain't gonna get loose, bitch! Go ahead and try ... it ain't no skin off my ass! You're just gonna make them knots tighter!"
He was carrying a piece of cold chicken, pulling at it with his teeth as he spoke. Bits of it fell to the carpet and when he was finished he tossed the bone to the floor.
His hunger temporarily sated, he came across the room and rummaged in the plastic bag for more of the clothesline. He took his knife from his jeans pocket again and cut another length of the stout cord. Sarah watched in horror as he looped the cord around her throat and tied a knot in it.
Oh my God, he's going to strangle me! she thought. She was going to be killed! She exploded with a suppressed strength that surprised them both, bucking and twisting away from him, kicking her naked limbs violently.
"For Christ's sake, stop it, you bitch!" he snarled, watching the terrified girl struggle. The end of the rope that was tied around her neck jerked out of his hand and he dove for it, jerking it as hard as he could at the same time as he slapped her brutally across the face. "Jesus, I ain't going to kill you! Honest I ain't! STOP IT!"
Stunned by the blows and her own exhaustion, Sarah suddenly went limp again. She lay there fighting for breath and groaning piteously. Get it over with, she wanted to shout at him. Only, please-please don't make me suffer any more!
She felt his hot rancid breath as he leaned over her. For the first time this evening Harry was afraid that he might go too far in his lust-crazed rage and seriously injure the lovely young blonde. Rape and assault were one thing the police had too many complaints to adequately investigate every reported rape in Hollywood. But he knew that they would spare no effort to find a killer. Suppose someone had seen him come into the building or that he had left some clue so that they could trace him? The thought of spending years in prison suddenly sent a shiver of fear down his spine.
"Hey I wasn't going to strangle you," be said, his voice softening as he guessed what the girl was thinking. "I was only going to put the rope around your neck so I could take the tape off your mouth ... I didn't want you screaming your head off!"
The words gave Sarah some hope but she wasn't at all convinced that she could trust him. Suddenly she wanted the tape off had to have it off so that she could breath freely again. She looked up into his eyes pleading for understanding.
"Will you promise not to scream if I take the tape off.'" he asked.
She nodded her head violently, the long blonde hair matting around her nose. Surely she could talk him out of hurting her any more, she thought irrationally. He would listen to her if she begged him to go away and leave her alone now. He had to! She wondered how much money there was in her purse. She could offer him that. Anything if he would only go away and not hurt her again!
Harry tightened the noose around her neck, ready to jerk it if she screamed. Then he reached down and pried one edge of the tape up. "This might hurt a little bit," he said.
It was almost funny to hear him say that and Sarah wanted to giggle hysterically. After all the torture he had subjected her to how could he calmly sit there and be solicitous now?
"Here goes," he said, grasping the tiny edge of the tape between his thumb and forefinger and ripping the tape from her mouth with one harsh motion.
Sarah gasped from the unexpected pain and shock. But she recovered quickly, gulping in long cooling draughts of air into her tortured lungs. It was wonderful to be able to breath freely again and she ran her pink little tongue around her full lips as if afraid they had pulled off with the tape.
"Don't scream," Harry said threateningly, giving a little tug on the rope collar. "You scream or make any noise at all and I'll fix you good!"
"I w-w-won't," she promised in a voice that bore little resemblance to her own. "But please, don't hurt me any more ... please!"
"Don't worry," he replied, staring intently at her terror-filled face, "I aint going to hurt you as long as you understand that I'm the one who gives the orders here! You do just exactly as I tell you and we'll get along just fine, Sarah Watkins! Sarah Shit would be more like it, cunt, because that's what you are ... just a piece of shit! You're my fucking slave and I'm your master, right?" He paused for a moment and when she didn't respond he jerked on the cord until the noose cut into the tender flesh of her throat and caused her to cry out with pain. "Answer me when I talk to you, slave! Is that right or not?"
"Y-y-y-yes ... yes ... YES!" she yelped, seeing the insanity in his wild, bulging eyes.
"Good. Now maybe I can get my cock sucked since you understand that you're my fucking slave, right?"
She nodded quickly, afraid that he was going to choke her again.
"I'll do anything you want me to ... only don't make me do that!" she pleaded, feeling her stomach churn again at the disgusting thought of taking his penis into her mouth.
"Don't tell my you never sucked a good hard cock before, bitch," he laughed, enjoying the sense of mastery he felt. "A good looking cunt like you must be fucking and sucking all the time! I'll bet you could give me a first-class blow-job, right? I'll bet you just love to have a prick ramming in and out of your sweet little mouth! I know all about you good-looking cunts ... all the time shaking your asses around and just begging for somebody to fuck your pussy or your mouth!"
"I can't ... I've never done anything like that ... you've got to believe me!" she begged, overcome with a new sense of shame and humiliation. She had to make him understand that she wasn't that kind.
He laughed again, reaching under her to roughly massage her bruised nipples and make her cry out in agony. "Shit! I saw you in that store the other day. You was half-naked and you didn't give a shit who saw your tits or your ass! Don't give me that horse-shit! I want a blow-job, baby, and you're going to give it to me!"
Before she could say anything else he reached up and untied the rope that was attached to the right bedpost. As soon as it was free she tried to pull away but he slapped her again.
"Stop it, cunt!" he ordered. "I'm just going to turn you over."
He worked quickly, untying the other rope and forcing her body around so that she was twisted painfully on her side. He brought the two ropes together and bound them around her wrists in front. Then he untied the ropes around her ankles and pushed her all the way over onto her back.
She lay there, trying to cover her pussy area with her bound hands but he pulled them away. She blushed deeply as she saw him pull her legs apart and hold them almost at right angles to her trembling body, his eyes boring into the creamy-white thighs and the blonde silky triangle that protected her quivering cuntal slit.
"Maybe I should fuck you in the cunt first," he mused, overcome by the loveliness of her plump little pussy lips and the coral-hued inside flesh that was exposed to him. "Yeh, maybe I should shove my prick up into that tight little cunt. I really dig a good tight pussy ... that's why I like to ass-fuck so much! Most of you bitches have cunts that you could shove a telephone pole into!"
The choice that was presented to the terrified girl was hardly reassuring: she could either be raped in the vagina by the insane and brutal youth or she could use her mouth as a receptacle for his obscene seed.
"Please," she pleaded, "if you leave now I won't call the police or get you into any trouble. Just leave me alone! Take whatever you want and just leave me alone!"
She could see that her words were having no affect on Harry Appleton. Instead of replying, he suddenly thrust a hard finger past her dry cuntal lips and deep up inside her cringing pussy.
"AAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!" she cried, almost overcome with shame and a new agony. "It hurts ... ohhhhhhh ... stop ... you're killing me!"
Another finger joined the first and Sarah was soon twisting about out of control. The more she struggled the more he probed and scraped the delicate, petal-like folds of her pussy flesh and added to her painful distress. It was as if he were going to shove his whole hand up inside her.
"AAAAIIIEEEEEEE!" she wailed, kicking and screaming at the same time as the horrible pain continued. Nothing seemed to help the searing fire in her crotch and for a terrible moment Sarah was afraid that he was going to reach up inside her and pull her insides out.
"How do you like it, bitch?" Harry sneered, reveling in the humiliation and degradation he was heaping upon the helpless girl. It seemed as if all the hostility and hatred he had built up over the years was suddenly unleashed in a wild orgy of sadistic lust.
He felt his throbbing cock jerking erect at his loins and adding a new sensation to the insane and erotic feelings that surged through his slender body.
He had to shove his cock into some warm part of her body now had to relieve the terrible ache that was building and building in his pressure-and-lust-filled loins!
Moving with lightning speed he pulled his fingers out of her tortured cunt and moved up over her trembling body, straddling her and trapping her arms under his weight. His massive prick pulsated just inches from Sarah's twisting face and she could see every detail of the awful organ. Rope-like veins pumped heated blood up and down through the huge shaft and the thick rubbery cockhead glistened threateningly. It looked tremendous to her and she waited with dread anticipation for the first downward thrust. His hairy dangling testicles looked particularly obscene as they swung beneath his prick.
Sarah clamped her jaws tightly shut, gritting her teeth and vowing not to open them even if he killed. This was the ultimate degradation and she wouldn't couldn't willingly cooperate in an act so depraved.
But Harry had been in this situation before and he knew exactly what to do. He pinched her nose shut with his fingers and laughed lewdly as her mouth flew open to gulp in the needed air. Before she could close it again, He shoved forward and downward until the thick knobhead was lodged between her full dry lips.
"NNNNNGGGHHHHH!" the lovely young blonde groaned, fighting the nausea that rose in her throat. She had never tasted anything so horrible as the flesh that was pressing steadily into her warm oral cavity. She struggled desperately but it came on and on filling every inch of her mouth with male cock. Her jaws were being stretched beyond belief but there was no relief for her. There was a sharp clicking sound as they expanded even more to take the massive organ fully. She thrust her tongue out to try and slow the awful progress of his penis toward the back of her throat.
Suddenly, thick wiry hair was scraping her chin and she felt the obscene weight of his swollen testicles bang into her throat. Oh my God, she thought, I can't do it it's too horrible I can't let him do this to me. She realized she couldn't breath and she shook her head to try and dislodge the fingers that pinched off the supply of air through her nose.
What's a matter, baby, need some air?" Harry asked in a low, guttural voice as he saw her plight. He could see that she was turning blue from the lack of oxygen and he pulled his fingers away from her nose.
"NNNNNGGGHHHH!" Sarah yelped as the horrible impalement went on. Her mind reeled and she kicked her legs out and dug into the mattress to try and get leverage to dislodge her attacker.
Harry was excited to the point that all semblance of reason had left his lust-charged brain. He impatiently gripped her tangled hair with one hand and jerked upward so that another fraction of an inch of his heated cock slid into her mouth. Then, still holding her hair in a vice-grip, he began ramming his enormous cock into her resisting mouth. Her teeth raked painfully against the rapist's huge male hardness, making him moan like an animal. Oddly, Harry seemed to relish the sharp sensation, for his lewd ardor seemed to mount urgently, and his body quivered with masochistic joy.
He was all the way in now, the great heated shaft and his lust-swollen penis stuffed deep in the tortured young blonde's mouth, almost to the back of her tensely contracting throat. Then suddenly, with a low grunt from deep in his chest, he drove it forward again, plowing every last inch of his achingly alive cock deep into her throat. She felt his heavy, pendulous young balls smacking hard against her chin, and her nostrils flared involuntarily open with the pungent male odor of his genitals. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes, this time from the helpless gagging and choking sensation caused by the lewd rotation of his cock's thick knobhead up against the roof of her mouth. Slowly he slickened the entire length of his penis with her warm, wet saliva and then began to fuck obscenely in and out.
By sheer force of will, Sarah Watkins was able to endure the degradation of his increasing strokes, relaxing her lips and thereby lessening the choking sensation caused by her fierce resistance. She realized that by allowing herself to surrender totally to her tormentor, she could at least spare herself the additional pain. Sensing the beginning of her surrender, Harry relaxed his vise-like grip on her tautly pulled hair.
Aware of the fact that she was totally helpless, the lovely blonde was grateful, at least, for this small favor. Once again she was a sexual slave to his raging lusts and there was nothing she could do to alleviate her desperate situation except to give in to the brutal rapist who had made her his plaything. Surely, she thought, he can't go on forever like this his stamina and lust have to run out sometime! No one not even someone so lewd and depraved as her attacker could maintain such a high level of erotic lust for long! At some point he would have to sate his insane desire!
But for the moment he was a demanding slave-master and she was his helpless victim. Sarah tried to shut out the terrible horror from her mind and concentrate on the other things. Involuntarily, her mouth of its own volition began to suck at his relentlessly burrowing hardness with a gentle rhythm of its own, opening and closing wetly around the roughly intruding thickness, and her tongue began to dart, tentatively at first, at the tiny slitted opening at the tip, while her teeth grated lightly on the sensitive undervein, pressuring it gently, sending fresh thrills running and surging through the rapist's madly thrusting loins.
Harry Appleton moaned with lewd pleasure.
Sarah was startled to find that she possessed an almost instinctive sense of how to please her attacker-master, for her sucking and the lewd, wet noises of her lips began to take on a rapidly growing deftness partly born of her desperation to have the obscene act over with quickly partly out of a shameful desire to punish herself for allowing herself to get into such a horrible situation. Somewhere deep in her sub-conscious she seemed to draw a masochistic desire to punish herself more than he was degrading her! The lurid need was rushing headlong into consciousness, taking her over, functioning out of control. Suddenly grateful that she would survive, she allowed this almost barbaric aspect of herself to have full sway over her body and mind. Then, in final surrender to the lewd act she was being forced to perform, her alter-ego assumed complete control.
I'm only a slave! her mind chanted silently. Only a slave who has to please her master in whatever way he desired! Her whole body her vagina her anus her rectum everything was his to do with as he pleased!
Harry's heart was pounding like a hammer now, as he fucked his cock forward into her widely ovaled mouth with ever-growing intensity, letting its sensitive head rasp harshly against the roof of her mouth. He moaned with bestial satisfaction as he pressed the lust-thickened rod of flesh far back against the smoothness of her throat, shivers of lurid ecstasy coursing through his nakedly aching body.
Sarah, her own sense of excitement and full participation mounting rapidly and tearing her reeling brain away from its absorption in shame and guilt, suddenly began to run her fingers eagerly over the exposed part of his hotly thrusting penis, and then over the pulsing softness of his virile young balls, little gasps of surrender beginning to rumble up from deep in her cock-filled throat as her female instincts became more and more attuned to the salacious rhythm of his eagerly thrusting loins.
Sensing her increased fervor, Harry's own obscene delight swelled enormously, and his body grew sizzlingly hot, every inch of his lean, hard-muscled frame flush with forbidden passion as he rammed his wetly bloated penis almost maniacally into her greedily working mouth, shoving his tautly straining hips forward with barbaric strength and lust.
I've got to please my master! I've got to give him pleasure! the lovely blonde's mind ordered, and her lips obeyed. The now hungrily sucking young woman was rapidly becoming enveloped in a lewd, all encompassing torrent of sexuality. A hotly tingling warmth raced through every part of her nakedly straddled young body, and she was lost in the steady pounding of his thickly swollen, mouth-fucking penis, absorbed completely in helping the lewdly driven rapist to achieve his climax. Incredibly, down between her thighs, her vaginal walls began to throb warmly in unconscious sympathetic excitement, growing wetly moist with female secretions and salving the torn flesh where he had so brutally rammed his fingers. Her softly pulsing pussy lips throbbed open like flower petals in the wind, the thin, hair-fringed edges of her cuntal mouth expanding and contracting as if his lust-bloated rod was actually fucking up into her pussy instead of her erotically sucking mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm." she moaned excitedly as she felt the new and exciting warmth spread outward from deep inside her pussy to make her thighs and stomach glow with pleasure. "MMMMMMMMMMNNNNNN!"
Her loins were now churning with extraordinary swirls of heated lascivious sensuality. She flushed deeply at the thought of actually enjoying anything so degrading as being forced to suck the huge penis of the rapist, but again, from her lewdly abandoned alter-ego, came the erotic silent cry: He's your master! Forget everything except giving him pleasure and take your own!
Sarah could hear Harry groaning in wanton pleasure as he towered over her, his jeans scraping her sensitive nipples in a straining hardness as he bucked his pelvis forward into her face with the steady force of a jackhammer as he jammed his wetly excited cock deeper and deeper into her now eagerly receptive mouth and throat.
"JESUS CHRIST, BABY, SUCK IT! OH YESSSSSSSSS!" he screamed down at her. "SUCK IT GOOD ... SUCK IT GOOD!"
The sadistic Harry Appleton knew he was going to come soon, for his heavily slapping balls against her upraised chin were churning with a deep aching sensation. Knowing that the moment of triumphant release was not far off, he re-doubled his fucking motions, thrusting his cock mercilessly into her mouth, while the now-blindly passion-driven young woman sucked voraciously at his cock like a hungry child.
She was aware that she was acting like a whore a gutter slut, and yet, as repulsive as her enforced cock-sucking had seemed at first, her feverish lust-racked body began responding with lascivious abandon.
Harry's obscene demands began to thrill her in a way she had never imagined possible. There was nothing in her past experience to prepare her for the sudden surge of erotic lust she felt. It was degrading and shameful, she knew, everything she had always hated she had suddenly become. But the very perverseness and inescapability of the situation was exciting her beyond belief! She was being forced to suck the lust-swollen cock of a brutal rapist and she was enjoying it! Actually enjoying it! Hot moisture was seeping wetly out of her helplessly contracting cuntal depths, trickling shamelessly down her inner thighs, and her clitoris throbbed insistently as it had never done before even while Dan had tried to turn her on while his gentle but demanding lovemaking. Never before had she experienced a fierce burning pleasure like this! The erotic sensations were tearing her apart with their intensity, making her revel in her subjugation and in the aching wetness of her joyously awakened sexuality!
It was mad insane! How could she take any pleasure in her own brutal mouth-rape? Even her torn and bruised anus was painless now. and she could feel her body twisting in little abandoned circles, her pelvis thrusting back and forth and up and down as it if had a life of its own.
"I'm going to come, you fucking bitch! Suck it! Suck it harder! Oh Christ, I'm going to blow my nuts! AHHHHHHH ... AAAAH-HHHHHHH!"
With a power that seemed unbelievable, a thick jet of white scalding liquid burst from his quivering cock and exploded relentlessly into Sarah's open and receptive throat.
At first the intrusion of thickly heated male come shocked the brutalized young victim the force of its eruption making her choke and gag. But as gush after gush of madly jetting white male sperm filled her bloated cheeks, she knew she had no choice but to swallow it down or drown in it. Amazingly, as she did, she found the overwhelming sense of barbaric pleasure returning in full force, and soon she was draining her lewdly coming young master with a deep, sucking urgency that made Harry growl in delight.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the copiously flowing male sperm slowed and then was over. Harry let his softening cock-flesh slide out of her still gently nibbling lips. Then, completely exhausted and satiated, he rolled off her and lay panting heavily. Harry sighed softly, feeling the aftereffect of his tremendous ejaculation.
"Jesus, baby, that was great!" he said finally, coming up to rest his body on one elbow and staring down at the humiliated girl without a trace of compassion.
Sarah blushed deeply, feeling her flesh redden as she lay there, slowly wiping a few drops of warmly trickling semen from the corners of her lips, feeling faint and frustrated. A gnawing warmth still spread through her lower body and she had a faint nagging feeling in her crotch. Despite the torrent of animal passion that he had instilled in her, she had not climaxed and she had to restrain her eager fingers from plunging into her hungrily pulsing vaginal softness and fulfilling her desperate need for release.
Slowly, however, the warm glow began to fade and she stared up in his face his sweating animal-like face with the smugly curled lips. She was bewildered by what had happened to her, and suddenly, a deep sense of unhappiness, mixed with returning shame, filled her softly quivering body and made her close her eyes tightly to shut out the taunting sight of the brutal youth sprawled languidly on her bed, smiling arrogantly at her sperm-glistening lips.
"You don't fool me, bitch," Harry said as he saw her clench her eyes tightly shut, "you enjoyed sucking my cock. I can always tell. Most of them scream and holler afterwards ... but, believe me, they loved having a good hard cock shoved into their mouths and swallowing come!"
You bastard, how dare you? Sarah thought bitterly. How dare you shame me like this and then say that to me? But she knew, deep in her aching heart, that he was right, though the idea of admitting it was hateful. Finally, she looked up at him, her eyes staring blankly in defeat.
"Will you please go and leave me alone now?" she whispered.
For a moment there was a stunned look on his face as he listened to her quiet but soul-shattering plea. Then, a burst of laughter exploded from his lips.
"Leave you? Are you jiving me, bitch? I ain't going nowhere!" he spat out. "This fucking party is just warming up and before I'm through with you, you're going to be screaming and begging me to fuck you!"
The horrified, ravaged young girl could hardly believe her ears. She had done exactly as he had ordered. She had let him sink his awful penis into her anus and spill his seed there in the place where no male had ever seen let alone touch. Then, despite the insanity of it all, she had allowed herself to suck hungrily on his huge penis with her mouth until he had spewn his scalding come in her mouth. What more could he want of her? How much more of this could she take without completely losing her mind?
Exploding with rage, she brought her still-bound hands up and began beating against his chest with all of her might, screaming out obscenities that had never passed her lips before.
Suddenly, both their bodies stiffened as the front doorbell began to ring.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Who in the hell could that be?" Harry asked incredulously, clamping his hand over Sarah's mouth to prevent her from screaming out her misery. He could see the alarm clock on the bedside table and the hands told him that it was almost twelve o'clock midnight. Surely no one would be visiting at this hour.
Sarah watched, wide-eyed and puzzled, as Harry stared toward the front room. The ringing came again this time accompanied by loud taps on the door.
"Who the fuck is it?" he asked Sarah, relaxing his fingers that covered her mouth just enough so that she could reply, but ready to clamp over her lips again quickly if she hollered. "Who is it?"
"I don't know," she whispered. She wasn't expecting anyone tonight and she couldn't imagine who it could be. "Maybe it's someone who's got the wrong apartment."
"Shit! You just keep quiet or I'll wring your fucking neck, bitch!" Harry said. He listened as the doorbell rang again, this time more insistently. Someone wanted in very badly and he would have to do something soon before they woke up everyone in the building.
Suddenly he got up off the bed. pulling Sarah after him. The bell and the pounding were getting louder and he brutally pulled her along with him as he went toward the front door. His hand was still clamped tightly over her mouth and with her hands bound she didn't present any danger at the moment. He was delighted to see a little round "eye" in the center of the door. At least he would be able to see who it was, he thought. He peered through the opening with his face pressed to the door, surprised to see a lovely young woman standing there. The dark-haired visitor was dressed only in a thick robe and she was staring intently at the door, her knuckles raised and ready to rap again.
"Who the hell is this?" Harry asked Sarah, moving away from the door and pushing her toward it. She looked out, gave a gasp of recognition, and then turned to Harry.
"It's Barbi Fenton ... the girl who lives next door," she said when he raised his hand from her mouth. "S-sometimes she comes over for a cup of coffee after a date ... she-likes to talk, I guess."
Harry desperately tried to think what to do. It was obvious that the girl on the other side of the door wasn't going to give up. She was rapping again and her faint voice could be heard through the thick wood calling Sarah's name. Jesus H. Christ! he thought, what a mess! He knew it wouldn't be long before people were poking their heads out of other apartments wondering what all the commotion was. He had to do something right now.
"Okay. Barbi Fenton, you fucking asked for it!" he spat out, pulling the young blonde away from the door and grabbing the end of the noose that she still wore around her neck. "Listen, bitch. I'm going to have to let her in before she wakes everybody in the damned building up. You just stand over there and keep your fucking mouth shut. Don't scream or say a word or I'll strangle you. Understand?" He gave a vicious jerk on the rope to emphasize his words and Sarah winced with pain.
"Y-y-y-yes," she stammered, thinking of her young friend from next door as Harry began to pull the chain lock from its socket.
As she watched Harry unlock the door. Sarah thought about her friend and next-door neighbor. Sarah had first met Barbi Fenton at the apartment's swimming pool. As an actress and part-time model. Barbi seemed to keep no regular hours, appearing at poolside to stretch her voluptuous, beautifully tanned body out sensually and regale anyone who was there with her uninhibited stories about her escapades, gossiping boldly about her affairs with people whose faces were familiar to Sarah from the movies and television. She wittily described the free and easy sex in Southern California as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
At first Sarah had been shocked and a little uneasy at such frankness, but as the months went by she and Barbi had become close friends. Barbi had recognized in the lovely young blonde an innocence and naivete that she herself had long ago shed, and she became as protective of Sarah as an older sister. Despite Sarah's pleas, she refused to introduce her to any of her male friends or take her to the wild parties she attended.
Sarah was disappointed and a little hurt but she took a great deal of vicarious enjoyment in sharing the lewd confidences of her neighbor. Lately, Barbi had gotten into the habit of dropping by Sarah's apartment after a date or a party, and the two lovely young women would sometimes giggle away half the night as Barbi described her latest escapade.
Now, caught up in a horror much worse than anything Barbi had ever told her about, Sarah wondered if the sudden appearance of her friend would help or hurt her own cause.
Harry was wrapping his fist around the doorknob, his eye pressed to the peephole. Then he pulled his face away and looked at Sarah one last time.
"Remember, bitch, not one fucking peep out of you!"
With a swift movement he pulled the door open slightly and jammed his body into the space, effectively blocking any view of the apartment from the girl who stood in the hallway.
"Who in the hell are you?" Barbi asked incredulously, staring at the slender youth who confronted her. She could see that he wore neither shirt nor shoes and that his long lank hair hid most of his face.
"I'm Sarah's friend," Harry answered with less nervousness than he felt. "You must be Barbi, right?"
The dark-haired girl nodded, wondering what was going on. One thing was certain Sarah Watkins wouldn't have any friends like this creep! she thought to herself.
"Yeh, well, Sarah don't feel good tonight and she asked me to tell you that she'd call you tomorrow," Harry said, starting to close the door. "She'll call you first thing in the morning."
Barbi was still uncertain what was happening but she had no intention of letting the lewd-appearing youth slam the door in her face. She took a step toward him and pushed against the door.
"Just a minute, buster, I want to hear that from Sarah herself!"
Her voice was hard and there was a hint of threat in her words.
Harry trembled with anxiety as he faced the lovely neighbor. There seemed to be no way out of the dilemma except by letting her come in. She obviously had no intention of taking his word for anything. Jesus Christ! he thought, I wonder if I can handle both of these cunts? Sarah Watkins was one thing, but Barbi Fenton looked as if she could take care of herself.
"Open up right now and let me see Sarah!" Barbi said, pushing harder against the door. She stood on her tiptoes and tried to see over his shoulder. "Sarah? Are you alright, honey?"
"Shit!" Harry said under his breath, enraged at the girl's persistence. He suddenly stepped back and let go of the doorknob, causing Barbi to fall into the apartment as the support was suddenly taken away.
"Hey!" she cried out, sprawling onto the floor and watching, wide-eyed, as Harry slammed the door shut after her. "What the hell is going on here?"
"Shut up, cunt!" the desperate youth hissed, dropping to the floor beside Barbi and raising a clenched fist to her surprised face. "Just keep your goddamned mouth shut and you won't get hurt! But if you make any noise I'll really hurt your fucking friend there!"
He waved his free hand toward the cowering Sarah who stood a few feet away, her face a study in terror, her naked young body shivering from fright and embarrassment.
"Sarah!" Barbi cried out, pushing Harry aside and jumping to her feet. She ran quickly across the room and took her young friend in her arms. "What the hell has he done to you, baby? Oh, honey, has he hurt you?" She turned and looked intently at Harry, her eyes blazing. "You dirty bastard! I'll kill you if you've hurt her!"
Her rage was genuine and she had no thought for her own safety. The only thing that mattered was protecting the innocent young Sarah from any more torture. She could see that Sarah's hands were tightly bound and from the look of the trembling girl she might already be too late.
But Harry wasn't deterred by the angry words. He looked around the room and his eyes lighted on a heavy piece of modern statuary. He picked it up and hefted it in his hand threateningly.
"You will, huh?" he said slowly, suddenly enjoying the excitement of this additional danger. He couldn't help but be aware of the voluptuous girl's charms and erotic thoughts danced through his head at the thought of having two beautiful cunts to work his will on. He could feel his limp cock springing to life again beating painfully against his jeans as it strained into a new erection. "Listen, cunt, if you want to really help your friend there you won't threaten me!" An obscene smile played across his thin lips as he let his eyes roam up and down her slender but well-built body. "I ain't going to hurt either of you if you do exactly as I tell you! All I want is a little fucking and then I'll split and leave you two cunts alone! That's fair enough, ain't it?"
Barbi could feel Sarah's naked flesh against her the brutalized girl's heart pounding heavily and her voice choking out little sobs of relief and agony. Suddenly, as Barbi tightened her arms protectively, Sarah began to gasp out her story of what had happened to her. Her beautiful face was flushed with shame and humiliation as she tried to describe the perverted rapist's attacks on her anus and her mouth.
The dark-haired neighbor listened incredulously to the lewd and awful words. Oh God, she thought to herself, it must have been horrible! She knew that Sarah had been almost totally sexually experienced and the thought of her having to suffer a cruel ass-rape and forced sodomization of her virginal mouth was too much to bear. She swore to herself that she would get even with the smirking youth, no matter how much it took in terms of time or effort!
"You dirty bastard!" she hissed at Harry Apple-ton when Sarah had stopped talking. "With all the young snatch running around the streets just begging to be fucked you had to pick on a girl who probably never even heard of those things you did to her! How goddamned sick can you get?"
It was Harry's turn to be angry and he raised a clenched fist. "Don't lecture me, cunt!" he spat out. "I take what I want! And don't give me that shit about your goody-goody friend there. She almost went nuts when I stuck my cock into her mouth. Christ, you'd of thought she'd been sucking cocks all of her life the way she chewed my prick! She may never have heard of a blow-job before, but she sure learns fast, that's all I can say!"
He grinned smugly at the erotic memories of the way the young blonde had sucked the sperm up out of his heated and aching balls. She can't shit me, he thought lewdly, she loved it!
For a split second Barbi was uncertain. The brutal youth didn't seem to be lying about it. Perhaps she had misjudged her lovely blonde friend! It wouldn't be the first time that an innocent-faced girl turned out to be a raging nymphomaniac when coupled with the right man and in the right circumstances. She quickly dismissed the notion from her mind as she heard Sarah gasp in horror.
"It isn't true!" Sarah cried out, ashamed of how her subconscious self had taken over during the brutal mouth-rape. The last thing in the world she could do was to admit enjoying the perverted act! "I was only trying to ... to ... to get it over with quicker!"
Barbi patted her friend's back comfortingly as she tried desperately to think what they could do. She had had her share of near-rapes since coming to California and she was familiar with all of newspaper stories about the atrocities committed almost daily in Los Angeles. She could see the youth's bulging penis jerking alive and she knew that she didn't have much time to waste.
"What do you want with us now?" she asked, stalling for time. "You got what you came for ... why don't you just leave now and get as far away from here as you can before I call the police!"
It was a gamble and Barbi realized immediately that her threats were empty ones. Instead of looking frightened, Harry Appleton only smirked lewdly as he continued to stare at the two lovely girls. No, he wasn't done yet! His cock was pounding and throbbing and his mind was alive with the erotic thought of having two lovely young sexual slaves for a few hours.
"You don't look like you'd be upset at a little fucking, baby!" Harry sneered. "I'll bet you spread your fucking legs every chance you get, don't you? A good-looking cunt like you must be screwing every day! What do you think of ass-fucking, huh? You ever have a good stiff cock shoved up your little ass-hole, bitch? Huh?"
Barbi reddened slightly. The fact of the matter was that she did enjoy anal intercourse once in a while as a change of pace. There were few things possible to do sexually with a human body that she hadn't done at one time or another. But that was different! That was willingly even eagerly! To be cruelly brutalized by a deranged rapist was something else!
She could hear him taunting her and she hated him with a passion that was alien to her. Christ! she thought to herself, why are so many fucked-up people in California!
"What are we going to do?" Sarah whispered, pressing her burning face against Barbi's shoulder. "I don't think I can take any more! Oh God, I couldn't stand any more!"
The dark-haired young model knew suddenly what she had to do if only to preserve the sanity of her young blonde friend. She would have to offer up her own body to his lewd and obscene lusts in order to save Sarah. Despite the hatred she felt for him, she could stand it. After all, she rationalized, would it be any different than some of the wild orgies I've attended?
Harry Appleton watched the voluptuous girl intently. He could see that she was naked under the loose robe she wore and the idea of stripping her naked like Sarah excited him. The more he thought about it the more swollen his massive prick became and the more erotic his thoughts.
"I'm ready for some more ass-fucking, bitch," he said to her, watching for her reaction. "You want to watch while I screw your friend again?" He paused for a moment and then grinned evilly. "Or would you like to take her place?"
"No!" Sarah cried out, gripping her friend's body more tightly. "NOOOOOOOOO! You can't! Oh, please, please ... don't ask us to do that!"
Harry was laughing openly now, his rough hand at his crotch massaging the lust-charged cock that pulsated there. He continued to stroke the lump of hardening flesh as he walked toward the two cringing girls.
"Shut up, cunt!" he spat out. "Your friend ain't protesting, are you, Barbi Fenton?"
Barbi shook her head, trying to look less reluctant than she felt. She couldn't bring herself to utter the words that she knew he wanted to hear. There was no guarantee that he would be satisfied with her offering up her own ass-hole to his degraded desires, but she had to take the chance. Anything to buy a little time!
"It's alright, baby," she murmured to Sarah, stroking the girl's trembling back. "He can't hurt me! I'm not especially proud of it, but I've done that before!"
"Oh, Barbi, he's an animal!" Sarah protested. "He-likes to hurt women! Don't let him do it ... don't!"
But it was too late now. Harry was already pulling the robe from Barbi's magnificent naked body and devouring her succulent flesh with his insanely fevered eyes. They bulged outward as he ran them up and down her deeply tanned long legs, her smooth thighs, the tiny patch of darkly curling pubic hair that protected her moistly quivering pussy slit up over her flat stomach and then, at last, feasting on the high jutting breasts that were more luscious than any he had ever seen outside a photograph.
Harry pushed Sarah away from her friend and then ran his rough hands over the twin half-moons of her breasts, kneading and massaging the soft flesh and tweaking her hardening nipples brutally. He chuckled as she groaned in pain and made a face.
"Please, let Sarah go into the bedroom," Barbi begged, wanting to spare herself and her young friend the final obscenity of having to watch the lewd ass-fucking. "Please ... I don't want her to watch!"
"I do!" Harry replied, winking at Barbi. "Shit, you don't think she'd want to miss a show like that, do you? Look at her, she can hardly wait for me to ram my cock up into that sweet little ass-hole of yours!"
As he spoke he reached down around her body and spread her buttocks open with his hands, pressing his hardened cock into her stomach and rotating it sensuously. He let his rough fingers run over the smooth flesh of her buttock-crevice for a moment and then plunged them full into the moist valley, his fingers frantically searching for the tiny hairless opening of her anal passage.
"No! I don't want her to watch!" Barbi repeated heatedly, unable to keep the agony from her voice. She could feel his ragged fingernail pressing cruelly against her cringing ass-hole and she could hardly stand the pain. It was obvious that he was going to spare her none of the brutal agony that he had inflicted on Sarah.
With a swift movement that made her scream in pain, Harry shoved his middle finger deep up into Barbi's buttery rectal depths, straining past her nontracting rectal sphincter with a savagery that surprised her.
"AAAARRRGGGHHHH!" she yelped, trying to pull away from the impaling digit. But he held her tightly against his body as he wormed the probing finger around in the rubbery channel, scraping with his fingernail and grinning at her humiliation and agony.
"Your ass-hole ain't as tight as your friend's," he said lewdly, savagely digging in deeper. "No, I'd say you've had it stretched, haven't you, cunt?"
Tears had sprung to Barbi's eyes and she couldn't answer, so great was the pain that seemed to sear every nerve in her trembling body. She knew that the brutal youth was reveling in the pain and degradation he was inflicting upon her and she struggled against showing him just how much she was suffering.
"STOP IT!" Sarah screamed from a few feet away. "DON"T HURT HER!"
Without taking his finger from Barbi's ass-hole, Harry pulled her toward Sarah, and when he was close enough he let go of her waist and cupped his free hand. Stars exploded in Sarah's brain as the calloused hand struck her face, forcing her backwards. She sprawled on the floor, unable to maintain her balance. She lay there sobbing uncontrollably.
Then, before Barbi could escape his obscene impalement, he pushed her down on to the floor beside her young friend and, his finger still probing and scraping at the tender rectal passage, he knelt behind her and battered her shaking buttocks with his heated cock.
The dark-haired succulent girl wanted to escape from the terrible pain that was filling her whole body but she knew she had to go with it. There was no other way to save her friend. If she didn't allow him to sodomize her ass-hole he would only turn his attention to Sarah. She felt him mauling her tender thighs with his other hand and she could do nothing except to kneel in abject humiliation before him and allow him to run his hard hands over her perfect flesh. He was giggling uncontrollably as he poked and probed at her thighs and cunt. His fingers seemed to be everywhere at once digging, pinching, nipping her whole crotch. She groaned suddenly as she felt him take her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and press down brutally.
"Oh God, no ... stop it ... it's killing me!" she cried out, knowing that her screams would only encourage him to even greater obscenities, but unable to control herself.
But Harry ignored her pleas and went on with his deranged caresses. He was excited beyond the point where he could control himself and the sight of the agonized girl only made him want to hurt her more. His massive cock was jerking and banging against her ass-cheeks, the heated shaft an angry red. Dried bits of male semen clung to the tremendous pole, glistening evilly as blood surged through the thick, rope-like veins along the length of male flesh.
"Get it over with," Barbi begged, unable to stand much more of the terrible pain that was destroying her. Nothing could be any worse than this, she told herself, so let him get it over with quickly.
"In a minute, cunt!" Harry replied, lost in his own erotic nightmare. He knew he couldn't delay shoving his cock into her hairless little ass-hole long, but he wanted to prolong the suffering he was inflicting on her as much as possible. For a moment he considered preparing her ass-hole for his iron-hard cock by stretching it with a broom-stick or a bottle. But he decided against it, instead using his invading finger to pull horribly at the resisting flesh of her cringing nether opening.
Then, without warning, he pulled his finger out of her torn ass-hole and shoved his cock into the crevice between her ass-cheeks, exerting a tremendous pressure on the tight little pinkish-brown opening that nestled there. The puckered opening strained against the angry purplish head of his cock as if she were trying to shut herself tightly against his entrance. Harry's hands were now firmly grasping Barbi's hips, pulling them slowly back toward him until she was struggling and kicking uncontrollably.
"For God's sake put something on it first," she cried out, in agony from the steady pressure he was putting on her tiny ass-hole. "Get some vaseline ... or some cream ... anything! You're going to kill me!"
He laughed at her, scorning the balm that she wanted. Fuck you, he said silently. I'm going to split that beautiful little ass-hole with my prick until you beg me to stop! Then I'm going to fuck your ass-hole so hard you won't be able to walk for a fucking month!
Suddenly, he surged forward and buried a fraction of his cock inside her tight elastic ass-hole ring, causing the tortured flesh to expand around his tremendous prick-shaft. Barbi thought she would go out of her mind with agony. She bucked and writhed in front of him, her breath taken away by the savage impalement. He paused for a moment and then rammed hard again, this time forcing two or three inches of the shaft inside her agony-seared rectum.
The barbaric rape of her ass was like nothing she had ever experienced before. On those other times when she had allowed her ass-hole to be used as a receptacle for a man's burning sperm, her partner had always prepared her carefully for the act, using a slickening agent to make the entry easier and almost painless. Now it seemed as if her whole ass was being ripped apart by the massive cock and she wondered through her pain if his prick were really as large as it felt. Barbi bit down on her lower lip until blood was flowing down her chin. It seemed almost impossible to her that she could bear the beestly ravagement without screaming wildly, and she hoped that Sarah would shut her ears to the obscene noise that was sure to follow the cruel ass-rape.
Despite all of her sexual experience even on those rare occasions when she had participated in a sandwich fuck with two male cocks jammed into her ass-hole and cunt simultaneously Barbi had never felt anything so huge in her body. Everything else was as nothing compared to the painful horror she now felt. How could he be so big, she wondered in amazement and self-pity.
Behind her, Harry was watching his cock disappear between the kneeling girl's buttocks, watching the glistening shaft slowly and agonizingly sink past the ruffled pink hairless flesh of her anal opening. The puckered hole seemed stretched beyond all imagination but he vowed irrationally to widen it even more before he was finished with the helpless dark-haired girl. You got yourself into this, he thought silently as he remembered how she had refused to go away.
"Like it, bitch?" he asked in a loud, choked voice. "Come on and move that ass a little bit! Shake it! Shake it like the bitch in heat you really are!"
Only a few feet away, Sarah lay on the floor and watched with a horrified fascination as her young neighbor was slowly and cruelly sodomized by the insane rapist. There was nothing she could do to help but it didn't make her feel any less responsible for Barbi's plight. She groaned in unison with her friend as Harry shoved forward again and pressed more and more of his heated massive pole into the reluctant receptacle of her ass-passage.
"AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!" Barbi screamed as Harry lurched forward suddenly with his hips and buried his shaft deep into her ass-hole with one final savage thrust, pushing with all of his might as he gripped her hips tightly with his clawing fingers.
She was yelping and twisting desperately to escape the torrid heat that seemed to accompany the awful pain in her backside and whole lower body. She could feel her lower intestines being strained to the bursting point by the monstrous prick and for a frantic moment she thought she might pass out from the horror of it all.
Harry felt his balls slap into the tender inside flesh of the kneeling girl's thighs and he began sadistically building a tortured in and out rhythm, perspiring heavily as his cock pulled out of the sodomized ass-hole and then brutally surged forward again to bury itself in the ravaged hole. His cock rasped along the inside of her rectum, filling and stretching her insides and causing her to grunt and press backwards in a vain attempt to expel his penis.
Then, miraculously, the pain subsided and Barbi felt for the first time that she could stand to have his cock buried deep up inside her lower belly. The tight elastic ring of her anus was still contracting wildly around his massive shaft but she slowly relaxed and worked with him instead of against the brutal impalement. Her intense hatred for the savage rapist was no less in her mind but she knew from bitter experience that in order to survive a woman sometimes had to pretend a passion she didn't feel. She felt only a dull ache in her rectum now as he continued to pump rhythmically in and out of her a severe cramp-like sensation that was bearable.
"Fuck back you dirty cunt! Fuck back ... shake that little ass and show me how much you love ass-fucking!" Harry screamed at her, overcome by the knowledge that he had had two luscious young women tonight. His mind was in an erotic turmoil from the unusual experience and he couldn't believe his good fortune. "Oh, yeh, baby, that's better ... aaaaahhhhhh ... you got a t-t-tight ass-hole, bitch! Now show me you know how to use it!"
Barbi felt him rear back and lean forward, then repeat the lust-maddened motion. Even though there still was no pleasure for her in this bestial rape of her ass-hole, she found herself surging backwards to meet the powerful thrusts. On and on they went until she thought she would be driven out of her mind by his insatiable quest to dig deeper and deeper up into her churning insides. How could he go on so long, she wondered? How could he fuck so many times in one evening? If what Sarah had told her was true and she had no reason to doubt her young friend the youth behind her had spewed out his scalding come at least twice before she had arrived.
Once or twice she thought she detected a spark of response building in her body as his lust-swollen balls slapped erotically up against her cunt, but each time the sensation was lost in a new attack on her ass-hole that was even more savage than the last.
Harry suddenly gave a little cry of triumph and pulled the dark-haired girl's body backwards, snaking out his long legs at the same time until he was lying on his back on the floor, his cock still buried deeply up Barbi's ass-hole and her body now resting on his, her long lovely legs on either side of his sprawled body as he fucked upwards into her rectum. She was squatting over him and he still held her hips tightly with his work-calloused hands, urging her down onto his jerking prick.
"What are you doing?" she asked through the pain and humiliation she felt.
"I like this position better, cunt, so shut up and start fucking again!" he yelled up at her back, thrusting his lower body upward to skewer her more deeply.
Barbi was shocked to find herself staring into Sarah's tear-filled eyes. She tried to signal her friend that it was all right that she could stand the degrading impalement. It was horrible for her but she had to bear it for the sake of them both. She was grateful when the blonde turned her head away at last.
"Turn around, I want to play with your tits while I ass-fuck you," Harry ordered, his voice filled with lust. "Hurry up, damn it!"
For a moment Barbi didn't know what he wanted of her. She was pumping up and down, forcing his immense cock in and out of her bruised and torn anus. What more did he want? Then, she realized that he wanted her to turn her whole body around so that she would be squatting over him facing his deranged eyes while her torture went on.
With a groan of humiliation and pain, she tried to lift one leg and pull her body around. But it was no use there seemed to be no way to comply with his obscene demand. She felt like an amateur contortionist as she tried to move her body around while his huge cock remained buried in her nether opening. Finally, after one last try, she gave up and pulled herself up off him, feeling a rush of cool soothing air as his prick slipped out of her ass-hole with a loud sucking noise. His fists began beating her before she could defend herself.
"You fucking bitch!" he screamed, slapping and pummeling her unmercifully. "I told you not to take my cock out, damn it! Get it back in ... hurry ... I want to feel your ass-hole around my prick!"
Fearing that he would kill her, Barbi tried as best she could to defend herself as she lowered her body down over him again. She felt him striking her about the face and chest with heavy slaps that took her breath away. His massive jerking cock was splitting her buttocks apart as she pushed downward, trying desperately to force the fiery pole up inside her again. A tremendous pressure filled her whole lower body and she groaned in agony as the purplish tip of his cock throbbed against her tightening elastic anal sphincter for the second time.
"Shove down ... that's it ... hurry ... get your ass down over me," he ordered, sweat pouring off his chest and forehead from his brutal exertions. He had stopped slapping her and was now kneading and massaging her swollen voluptuous breasts without regard to the agony his new assault brought the tortured girl.
"Aaaaaggghhhhh!" she cried out as she felt her body being split apart again by the tremendous prick as it slid harshly up into her. There seemed to be no end to his sadism as he lunged upward at the same time as she was coming down and a wave of heated pain flashed through her from her crotch all the way up into her chest.
Barbi tried to lean back to ease the terrible pain of the awkward position but Harry pulled her toward him, increasing her pain. Her damply quivering pussy was rubbing sensuously up and down over the rough material of his jeans as he jammed his cock in and out of her and she could feel a slow warmth building in her as her meaty little clitoris, hidden away in the folds of delicate pussy flesh and silken strands of dark pubic hair, began to strain erect involuntarily. Even with the awful pain in her breasts from his mauling fingers and the soul-shattering agony in her ravaged ass-hole, Barbi could not help but be aroused. Try as she did, she moved back and forth over him, grateful for the upward lunges of his pelvis which brought her cunt into contact with his body and sent flashes of aching pleasure through her cunt.
"Faster, bitch, jam your ass-hole down on my prick faster!"
The lewd words only added to her confusion. No longer was the pain so horrible. She was feeling something she would have sworn with her life that she could never feel while being raped pleasure!
She groaned again but this time the groans were urgent signals to his pumping body that she wanted more and more of the lust-inciting massaging of her cunt against his body. She began to shake her ass as it came down, moving her pelvis in little circles to get the maximum effect on her straining little clitoral lump. She felt it harden sensuously and thicken as heated blood rushed to fill the tiny miniature penis.
"MMmmmmmnnn ... aaaaahhhh..." she mewled, afraid to look down at the face of her tormentor and see the look of triumph in his eyes. She knew that he was aware of her erotic movements but she couldn't look at him she couldn't!
Harry was smiling lewdly as he thrust up into her tortured ass-hole again and again, feeling a tremendous pressure building in his balls. As much as he wanted to prolong this rapturous ass-fucking forever, he knew that there would only be a few minutes more before his cock exploded in her tight little bottom.
Her dark hair flying around her face as she labored over the youthful rapist, Barbi was almost out of control now. She tried to keep the groans of pleasure from escaping her full, ripe lips but she heard herself incoherently urging him on. His lust-engorged cock impaling her rectum was forgotten in her quest to bring more and more of the intense pleasure to her clitoris. She ground herself against him, fighting back the insane desire to plead with him to pull his cock out of her ass-hole and thrust it savagely into her moistly quivering cunt. Oh God, she prayed, don't let him come before I do! She was a trembling mass of pleasure-mad flesh now fighting to find her own orgasm while he continued to ram his huge cock into her without regard for any pleasure but his own.
Harry's hands were still pinching at her breasts wildly, pulling her painfully mauled nipples between his brutal fingers and nipping at the reddened flesh sadistically.
"Faster, bitch ... oh, Jesus, I'm going to come ... I'm gonna COMMMMMMMMMMMME!" he shouted, lurching upwards one last time to bury his massive prick far up into her writhing belly.
He tensed for a moment and then torrents of scalding male sperm exploded inside Barbi's rectum while she continued to grind her whole crotch down against his pelvis searching desperately for the final tightening of her cunt that would signal her own climax. But it was too late for her Harry pulled her down over his chest and caused a scream of agony to fly out of her mouth as his huge stiffened cock slipped out of her ass-hole the dilated tip of his penis oozing the remaining drops of semen.
"NO ... not yet..." she screamed, unable to control her lust any longer. She had to have him continue until she could share the rapture of fulfillment. She had to feel his cock plunging up into her fiery cunt and filling her pussy with his hardened manhood.
Desperately, she reached down between their bodies and grabbed the come-slickened prick in her hand and tried to guide it toward her gaping cunt. Sperm and the contents of her own rectum made his prick slippery and she felt him pull away sadistically, leaving her maddeningly frustrated.
"Beg me for it!" he taunted, realizing what she wanted. "Go on, beg me to ram my cock up into your sweet little cunt!"
The awful obscene words only made her more determined to have her revenge on the youth. How could he be so cruel? she wondered. How could he take his own perverted pleasure and then leave her gasping for sexual fulfillment?
"P-p-please..." she whispered, hoping against hope that Sarah wouldn't hear her final and ultimate degradation, " ... shove it in my cunt! Hurry ... I've got to have it ... I've got to! Fuck me, please ... fuck meeeeeee!"
He began to laugh insanely as her fingers finally found his cock again laugh maniacally as the fervent fingers encircled his already deflated prick.
With a rush of anguish, her face reddening furiously, Barbi felt the soft, snake-like cock slip out of her hands.
CHAPTER FIVE
Harry searched the small apartment quickly, humming a tuneless song to himself as he pulled drawers and cabinets open, rifling through the contents and dumping most of them onto the littered floor. Occasionally he stuffed something that had taken his imagine into a large shopping bag that he had found in the kitchen. It was almost completely filled now with intimate articles of Sarah's clothing panties, bras, and a skimpy bikini he had found in the back of a closet. A small but expensive portable radio, and a few pieces of jewelry were also in the bag.
Every few minutes he went back into the bedroom where Sarah and Barbi were stretched on the bed, their hands and feet tightly bound and their mouths taped shut. He wanted to take no chances of them working their way loose before he could make his escape. He ignored their pleading eyes as he checked the ropes and lewdly thrust his fingers deep up between Barbi's tightly clenched thighs, causing her to struggle and a muffled gasp of pain to escape her throat.
"What's the matter, baby?" he asked, grinning obscenely. "A few minutes ago you were begging me to fuck you! How'd you like it if I untied your legs and rammed your sweet little cunt right now?"
Barbi shook her head violently, all of the previous insane desire now completely gone. She prayed silently that the brutal youth would soon leave so that they could get help.
Harry wriggled his finger in her moist cunt for a few seconds and then pulled it out and thrust the curled digit into his mouth, sucking away the musky feminine juices that clung to it and smacking his lips erotically.
"Hey, cunt, maybe I should stick my tongue up between those gorgeous legs and suck your pussy, huh?" he asked the frantic girl. The look of wide-eyed terror on her face as she shook her head again filled him with happiness. "No? Well, maybe you'll change your mind before I leave."
He shrugged and went back into the front room and resumed his search of the small apartment. Suddenly his eyes lighted on an expensive polaroid camera that he had missed before. He picked it up and started to put it in his bag when an exciting idea occurred to him. He could have pictures of the two lovely young girls to paste up on his wall along with the rest of his erotic collection of magazine cut-outs! He quickly checked to make sure that there was film in the camera and smiled when he found that only one shot had been used. His brain reeling with lust-charged thoughts of posing the two helpless girls, he sat the shopping bag down on the floor and went toward the bedroom, a look of wild anticipation on his face.
Harry drove down Hollywood Boulevard with one hand, the other lewdly massaging the lump of half-hardened cock-flesh at his groin. In his mind he could still see the look of horror on the faces of Sarah and Barbi when he had forced them to pose for him with their cunts spread wide open to reveal the coral pinkness of the lush velvety inner flesh. Best of all had been his idea of having Sarah take the picture of Barbi sucking his cock. His massive prick still tingled from the way he had forced it between her full red lips while shouting out instructions to the trembling Sarah. Afterwards he had tied them up again and pulled out the telephone cord and hidden all the knives and scissors in the apartment. By God, they won't get loose, he told himself. As he drove down the crowded street he wished he could devour the obscene photographs while he drove, but the thought of laying in his own warm bed with the color photos spread out before him while he masturbated made him almost drool, and he tried to concentrate on getting home as quickly as possible. He knew it was almost two o'clock a time when the Hollywood Police were out in force to hassle the people going home from the hundreds of bars that were emptying and he drove carefully.
He turned off the boulevard onto the quiet, tree-lined street where his own dingy room in the large apartment building was, still kneading and massaging his rapidly swelling cock. The parking lot was full but there were no people around as he pulled in and parked in his allotted space. He took the shopping bag from the back seat, stuffed his plastic bag into it, and patted the jacket pocket that held the lewd photographs of Sarah and Barbi with smug satisfaction. Then, he locked the car and went quietly toward the back door to the building. He slipped inside and went swiftly toward the stairs leading to his basement room. The building was still and quiet although he could hear the muted sounds of a stereo playing somewhere toward the front of the building.
He was breathing heavily as he went down the stairway and fumbled for his room key. Then, just as he was about to insert the key into the lock he was startled to see the door pulling open and the face of Charlie Forman staring at him. His employer looked angry and he spat out a question at the trembling youth.
"Where the fuck you been?" the man said, unable to keep the rage out of his voice. "You're supposed to be on duty at night too, you damned creep! I had a busted water pipe in 608 and I had to fix the fucking thing myself!"
"W-w-what are you doing in my room?" Harry asked, looking past Charlie to the bed where his collection of magazines were strewn about. "You got no right to come in here ... no right! And you been looking at my magazines!"
He pushed past the heavy-set man and began to scoop up the pornographic magazines, shoving them into the open drawer of the cabinet by the bed. He was angry angrier than he had ever been in his life. Not only was Charlie Forman scolding him like some errant child he had been going through Harry's private things!
"You get out of here!" Harry screamed, setting down the shopping bag as he looked around the room to see if anything else had been disturbed. "Fuck you, you fat slob! I ain't gonna stay here no longer! You get yourself somebody else to boss around ... I'm leaving tomorrow!"
But Charlie didn't seem to be listening to him. Instead, the middle-aged man was eyeing the shopping bag curiously, a half-smile now on his fat lips.
"What have you got in the bag, Harry?" the man said in a toneless voice, taking a step toward where the bag lay on the floor. "You been doing a little late-night shopping? Maybe ripping off some of the apartments in the neighbor, huh?"
He reached down with lightning speed to grasp the bag and Harry was on him like a shot, beating Charlie with his fists as he tried to pull the bag away from the man's eager hands. They fell onto the bed from the force of Harry's attack, Charlie's heavy body coming down atop the struggling youth, each of them with a hand on the thick paper bag. Suddenly there was a ripping sound and the bag tore apart. Sarah's flimsy panties and bras tumbled onto the bed and Charlie's eyes lit up as he saw them.
"You fucking creep!" he cried out, picking up a lacy pair of bikini panties and holding them up triumphantly. "Now I get it, you been stealing stuff out of the buildings around here, right? You little pervert! I oughta call the fucking police right now!"
Frantic with fear, Harry pushed the heavy weight off him and stood up, looking around the debris-filled room for a weapon any weapon. He couldn't let Charlie call the police! What if they found the photographs of Sarah and Barbi. Instinctively he patted the jacket pocket where the photos lay.
Charlie was sitting up on the bed and when he saw the sudden movement he jumped up and threw his arm around the slender youth's chest, trapping Harry's arms to his sides. The youth struggled furiously to break the grip but he couldn't.
"What you got in your pocket, creep?" the older man asked, panting from his exertions. His free hand was digging into the leather jacket.
"NOTHING!" Harry shouted, kicking violently at Charlie's legs. "Leave me alone ... damn it, leave me alone! Stop it ... don't touch those ... SHIT!"
Charlie suddenly thrust the writhing youth away from him as he held up the stack of color photographs, whistling through his teeth as he saw the obscene images leap out at him.
"Holy Christ!" he exploded, licking his lips. He fumbled through the photographs quickly, keeping one anxious eye on the sprawled youth who lay on the floor. He stopped at the one of Harry with his cock in a lovely dark-haired girl's mouth. "Hey, Harry, where in the fuck did you ever get the money to pay a gorgeous cunt like this to suck your cock?"
"I didn't pay her!" Harry replied heatedly, getting up from the floor and preparing to rush his employer. He was enraged now ... his heart pounding wildly in his chest. This was the final indignity to have to listen to the fat middle-aged man taunting him! "You thing you're the only guy in the world who can get a broad? Shit! I had two of them tonight! And those are the pictures to prove it! I fucked them both in the ass-hole and both of 'em sucked my cock, what do you think of that!"
Just as he regained his balance, Charlie kicked out at him and sent him sprawling again. "Stay down there until I get finished looking at these pictures, you creep!" he spat down at the youth. "Man, oh man! I ain't seen nothing like these two cunts in a long time!" He paused and looked down at Harry with a new interest in his pig-like eyes. "Come on, Harry, you can tell me. We're old friends, right? Where in the hell did you find these two broads and how in the fuck did you get them to suck your cock?"
Where there had been skepticism before, there was now a note of frank admiration in his voice. There didn't seem to be much question that the dark-haired young girl was willingly sucking on Harry's cock, Charlie thought, feeling his cock harden and start to swell from the sight of the lewd pictures.
"Fuck you," Harry whined. "I don't have to tell you nothing! You been lying to me about the broads in the building all these months and I bet you ain't had a piece of pussy for years!" Harry was getting insanely excited now and all of the words he had wanted to tell his employer were suddenly spewing out. "I ain't like you! I don't have to pay for my cunt! I just take what I want ... whenever I want it! You think I'm lying about those two? Well, I ain't! I fucked 'em both, just like I told you ... I fucked 'em both in the ass and they both sucked my cock!" Harry was almost hysterical and the words poured out as he stared heatedly up at Charlie Forman, reveling in the look of surprise on the man's face. "I can go back for more anytime I want, too! I got their apartment key right here, see!" He paused and fumbled for the key ring he had taken before leaving Sarah's apartment. He thrust it up and shook it until the keys were dancing about in the dim light.
"I sure misjudged you, Harry," Charlie said finally, taking another look at a photograph of Sarah Watkins lying on the floor of her apartment, her long lovely legs spread wide and every detail of her erotic cuntal slit visible to his eager eyes. "Yeh, kid, I sure misjudged you. How come you never told me you were such a lover before? Shit, we could have had some real wild orgies with a couple of cunts like these. One guy sure can't satisfy a couple of snapping pussies like these."
Harry was on his feet now and he snatched the photographs from Charlie's hands, staring at the top one for a moment before putting them back into his pocket. '
"Get out of here, Charlie," he said menacingly. "Get the fuck out of my room!"
"Wait a minute, kid," Charlie pleaded. "Let's have a little talk first, okay?" He sat down on the bed and stared up at the angry youth. "What I mean is, there ain't no reason we can't be friends, is there? I could do you a lot of good around here ... you know, like giving you time off with pay and things. And I might have lied to you a little bit about all of the pussy I was getting from the tenants, but part of it was true. I can fuck the broad in 216 whenever she gets a little behind in her rent!"
"That old drunk!" Harry sneered. "She must be forty if she's a day! And I'll bet she's got a cunt you could drive a truck into!"
Charlie seemed not to hear.
"What does it feel like to shove your prick up somebody's ass, kid?" he asked in a strained voice, licking the perspiration off his upper lip and thinking about Harry's previous revelation that he had ass-fucked both young girls. "I mean, is it like a pussy? Jesus, kid, I'd give anything to corn-hole one of those broads. How about it, will you fix me up?"
"Fuck you!"
Charlie was looking down at his feet and he suddenly saw the stolen radio and the pieces of Sarah's jewelry that had been scattered on the floor when the bag ripped apart. A strange look crossed his face and he returned his stare to the youth.
"What about this stuff," he said, kicking the radio and the jewelry with his shoe, "don't tell me you just found it laying around somewhere? Maybe I better call the police after all!"
He got to his feet and faced Harry.
"Maybe the LAPD would be interested in where your girlfriends live. Maybe those two cunts weren't really all that willing to let you ass-fuck them!"
Charlie was only guessing but he could see immediately that he had struck a nerve. Harry's face went white and his mouth flew open.
"No, don't!" he cried out, a pleading look in his eyes. "Why call the police? They ain't got nothing to do with this! Look, I'll give you the radio and that jewelry, okay?"
"I don't want that junk," Charlie replied. His huge cock was throbbing painfully and he reached down and massaged it with one meaty hand before continuing. "Listen, kid, you know what I want. You got two good-looking snatch somewhere and I want my share! It's either that or I give the cops a call."
Harry was thinking furiously. Jesus Christ, what a mess! he thought, frantically trying to think of some way out of the dilemma he had gotten himself into. He knew he could destroy the photographs and get rid of the keys if Charlie called the police. But that would only delay things not resolve them. Sooner or later the two girls would work themselves loose and then all hell would break loose. He cursed himself for not putting on the ski-mask before Sarah saw him. He suddenly could see himself sitting in prison his youth and freedom wasted. He couldn't allow that to happen no matter what it cost. Somehow he had to stop Charlie from calling the police.
"Well, what about it?" Charlie asked, seeing the panic and indecision in his young employee's eyes.
Harry knew he was lost and he gave a massive sigh of defeat. He felt crushed and helpless. What other choice did he have now but to throw himself on Charlie's mercy?
"Give me a break, huh, Charlie," Harry croaked, unable to face the older man.
"Maybe you better tell me the whole fucking story, kid," Charlie replied, reaching up and pulling the obscene photographs from his employee's pocket. This time Harry made no resistance. Charlie smiled as he stared down at the naked lovely female flesh. "You and me and your girlfriends here need to get a little better acquainted!"
Sarah gasped in agony as she felt Barbi's long fingernails dig into her tender wrists as the other girl tried desperately to undo the tight knots binding her wrists. They lay naked on the bed, their backs to each other, perspiration rolling down from their foreheads and making the naked pink flesh glisten.
The dark-haired girl had been working on the knots for what seemed like hours and she was almost out of her mind with frustration and pain from her cramped position. She would have given anything she possessed for a sharp tool of any kind at this moment.
Barbi paused for a moment before resuming the attempt to free Sarah. All of her muscles felt strained and cramped and she knew that her own wrists were rubbed almost raw from the struggle to get free. She looked over at the bedside clock and saw that it was only a little after three o'clock. Damn! she thought. II we don't manage to free ourselves it might take hours or even days for someone to miss them and think to check Sarah's apartment. She knew that most of the other tenants in the building really did mind their own business and their only hope was that perhaps Sarah's employers would send someone out to check when she didn't come to work the next morning. But that was all idle conjecture and Barbi knew that they had to continue trying to free themselves.
As she lay there trying to get up enough strength to try again, Barbi was surprised to feel Sarah turning around. The lovely blonde was trying to tell her something with her eyes but Barbi couldn't understand what it was. She watched with interest as the slender naked body snaked down on the bed until Sarah's face was even with Barbi's bound hands. Then it struck her! Sarah wanted the other girl to pull the tape off her mouth. Barbi wondered why she hadn't thought of that. She brought her fingers up over Sarah's face and pried one side of the tape loose with her fingernail.
In just a moment the tape was pulled away from Sarah's mouth and she was gasping for air.
"Let me do you now," Sarah said after she had filled her aching lungs and run her pink little tongue around her bruised lips. She knew it was irrational, but she suddenly felt almost as if in taking the thick tape from her lips she had solved all of her problems.
"Oh, thank God you thought about that," Barbi murmured when she too was relieved of the tape covering her mouth. "It was terrible, not being able to even talk!"
"I know," Sarah replied, rolling and pulling her naked body up and around so that she was facing her neighbor. "What are we going to do now though?"
"Maybe if we screamed someone would hear us," Barbi said.
"I-I don't think so," Sarah replied, depression creeping into her voice. "The apartments are so sound-proofed that I can play the stereo full force without anyone complaining. We've got to figure some other way to attract attention. He ripped out the telephone cord so we can't use that."
"Don't worry, honey, we'll get out of this some..." Barbi started to say, her voice dying as she looked toward the front room. "Oh God," she whispered after a moment, "I think I hear someone at the front door!"
"Who could it be?" Sarah gasped in surprise. She certainly wasn't expecting anyone!
They listened intently as the front door opened quietly and then closed. Neither of them wanted to acknowledge the terrible fear they both felt.
There were whispered voices in the front room and then a dark shadow fell across the doorway. The two naked young women rolled against one another as if for support.
"Hi, girls," Harry Appleton suddenly announced from the doorway. "I'll bet you couldn't wait for me to come back and screw you some more!"
"Get out of here, you bastard!" Barbi shouted. "Get out of here and leave us alone!"
Sarah watched, wide-eyed with fright as Harry sauntered into the room, quickly followed by a heavy-set ugly man who appeared to be in his forties. She couldn't really believe it was happening. After all of the torture they had been subjected to to have the savage rapist leave and then come back this time with another man! She knew she must be having a terrible nightmare.
Charlie Forman's face wore a look of utter evil as he followed the youth across the room and toward the bed. At first after Harry had told him the whole story he had been apprehensive and afraid to become involved in something which could put him behind bars. But as he had continued to stare at the obscenely posed photographs of the two defenseless girls and listened to Harry relate the ass-fucking and cock-sucking experiences he had had, his cock was pounding so violently in his pants that he knew he had to taste the sweet delights for himself.
"Jesus, kid," he murmured lewdly, staring down at the two voluptuous naked bodies, his eyes boring into the silky patches of pubic hair that protected the girl's plump cuntal slits, "You weren't lying one bit about these broads. Man, they're really something!"
He reached down and began to finger Sarah's smooth breasts as if she were a piece of meat in a butcher shop. As soon as his fingers touched her nakedly trembling mounds she opened her mouth to scream.
"For Christ's sake, shut her up," Harry bellowed at the surprised older man. He hadn't even noticed that they had worked the tape off their mouths and he dove onto the bed and clamped his fist over Barbi's mouth.
Spurred into action by the ear-splitting yells coming from Sarah, Charlie hesitated for a moment and then did the same to her, wincing as the heel of his hand was caught between her sharp little white teeth.
"The fucking bitch bit me," he said in amazement, looking at Harry for sympathy as he pulled his hand away for a split second and then clamped it over her mouth again and shutting off her screams. "I'll fix you for that you little cunt," he said menacingly.
Harry held Barbi still as he rummaged in his jacket pocket and produced a roll of tape. Working slowly, he managed to get a long strip off the roll with one hand and plaster it across her mouth. When he was done he tore another strip and came around the bed to fix it to Sarah's mouth.
"Maybe somebody heard her scream," Charlie whispered, afraid now. "Christ, we better get out of here before the fucking police show up!"
Harry shook his head as he looked down at the terrified women. "No, the apartment is soundproof. They were hollering louder than that before and nobody heard anything. Come on, which one of these gorgeous cunts do you want to fuck first?"
But Charlie needed reassurance. He could feel his heavy body trembling with anxiety. He wished fervently that he hadn't come now. Not even the sight of the two succulent cunts was enough to calm him and stop the shivers of cold that ran up and down his spine.
"But what if somebody did hear her?" he asked.
"Fuck it then," Harry shrugged, untying Barbi's ankles. "You can do anything you want ... split or stay ... I'm going to stay and get some more of this sweet fucking!"
Charlie watched, undecided as to what he should do, as the rope around the dark-haired girl's ankles came away and Harry began to spread her tightly-resisting legs apart. She struggled to keep them clamped together but his strength was too much for her and in a moment she was spread-eagled on the bed, her luscious thighs wide apart and her succulent cuntal slit exposed to their lust-charged eyes. Harry leaned forward and shoved one curled finger past the delicately fluted cuntal lips, teasing them open before thrusting it up into her belly with a savage lunge that left Barbi gasping with pain.
"See that, she like it, don't you, baby?" Harry asked the horrified girl. She tried desperately to pull her legs together again but Charlie bent down and helped Harry hold them apart, his mouth watering from the erotically exciting sight.
"Let's screw this one first, kid," Charlie said, his hands rubbing Barbi's knees and legs as he held them apart. His fingers dug cruelly into the supple, soft flesh of her inner thighs and he grinned down at her, his eyes devouring her every curve like a greedy pig.
Barbi shuddered violently.
"Don't be nervous, honey," Charlie said, "you're going to love it . . .just love it, I know. I really know how to treat a good-looking pussy like you and I'll have you begging for more before I'm done." He turned to Harry. "How about it, can we fuck this one first?"
Barbi watched Harry nod at the older man and then reach for her tightly-bound arms and pull her upright on the bed.
Barbi watched Harry nod at the older man and then reach for her tightly-bound arms and pull her upright on the bed. The gigantic bulge of the older man's penis was obvious through his trousers even though he was fully dressed she could tell that his penis must be huge.
"You want to fuck her on the bed or on the floor?" Harry asked his employer.
Charlie had already gotten up off the bed and was pulling his cheap clothing off. As he stripped his shorts down over his hips, his penis jerked up against his stomach. His erect, throbbing cock was purple with desire and Barbi knew that he intended to bury it deep inside some part of her terrified body her ass-hole or her pussy or her cunt!
When he was completely nude he pushed Harry away and sat down on the bed beside her, his fingers caressing her full, luscious breasts and her tender pink nipples, and then letting his hands wander further down over her body.
"Let's fuck her right here on the bed so her friend can watch," Charlie panted. "How about if I screw her ass-hole while you make her suck you off?"
Without waiting for an answer he was kneeling on the bed in front of her, pushing her roughly backward until she was prone again, his fingers pulling apart the sensitive lips of her cunt and probing teasingly at the secret opening between her legs. She tried to twist away from his touch, but his other hand was firmly planted on her stomach, holding her fast while he continued to probe her naked body. In a moment he was gliding his fat little hands up between her wriggling buttocks and pulling the smooth ass-cheeks apart for a closer look at the hairless, puckered little anal opening, gasping when he saw it.
"Wait for me," Harry yelled, stripping off his clothing and coming back to the bed to climb up and sit on her chest, his huge erect cock pointing down at her still-taped mouth as it throbbed and pulsed achingly. "Why don't you give her a blow job and get her warmed up for us. It'll be better if she's nice and juicy for later."
Charlie had been thinking the same thing as his face was peering into her gaping succulent cunt and the tiny puckered opening just below it. He had never seen anything so lovely and inviting in his life and he could hardly control himself as he began to run his hand up and down over the slickly glistening pussy. In a moment he was pressing his face into her crotch, his thick tongue lapping greedily at the fluted lips of her cunt, his nose pressing against her straining clitoris and making it erect quickly and involuntarily.
Of all the sexual things she had ever experienced, tongue-fucking was the one thing that drove Barbi almost out of her mind. She went crazy when a hot tongue slid easily up and down her cunt and sucked on her clitoris. And it didn't make any difference who the man was or how turned-off she was feeling. Once she felt the raspy rough surface of a tongue she was lost completely.
Now, despite the fact that these two brutal men were rapists and perhaps worse she began to twist sensuously back and forth to the erotic rhythm of Charlie's tongue, mewling and groaning through the tape and feeling herself respond in the only way her body knew how. Hot flashes of velvety pleasure surged through her as the tip of his tongue buried itself deep up past her quivering pussy lips and began to suck voraciously of the sweet nectar of her cunt. His nose still rubbed excitingly on her clitoris and she began to twist and wriggle uncontrollably as her pussy contracted around the wetly warm oral spear impaling her.
"Jesus, she's really getting hot," Charlie said, raising his head for a moment from the delicious pussy flesh. "Oh man, she's hotter than a fucking firecracker!"
He dove forward again, this time snaking his tongue up to where the cunt lips came together to form a little hood. He thrust the lips apart and zeroed in on the straining bud of her erecting little love bud, taking the nub of wonderfully aroused meat between his own lips and sucking for dear life. Beneath him, Barbi was bucking and twisting out of control. She raised her legs suddenly and wrapped them around Charlie's shoulders, trying to draw him into her further. Every nerve in her straining body was crying out for the climax she had been denied earlier. Oh God, she thought, I'll go mad if I don't climax right NOVWVWWWWW!
Her hips were jerking rhythmically as Charlie continued to suck wantonly in her crotch. She could feel her heated feminine juices flowing copiously out of her pussy and ooze down over the heavy-set man's chin.
At the same time, Harry was moving his own naked ass back and forth over Barbi's swollen nipples, scraping them raw but bringing new surges of pure animal pleasure to her. She writhed under the combined manipulation of her cunt and her nipples and she could feel the lewd burning sensation building between her legs and crying out to be satisfied. She didn't care that her innocent young neighbor was lying only a few inches away and watching with horrified eyes. Let her think anything she wants, Barbi said to herself, I'm going to have my orgasm!
She stared up at Harry, hoping he could understand the pleading in her eyes. She wanted him to pull the tape away from her mouth so that she could fill her mouth with sweet male cockflesh while her own cunt was being supercharged by the other man's tongue. Harry was thinking the same thing as his cock jerked wildly against her chin and he suddenly yanked the tape off.
"Oh, yessssss ... make me suck your cock ... let me eat you ... I want to suck cock ... NOWWWWW!"
Without warning, Harry grasped the gigantic shaft of his cock with one hand and aimed it directly at the waiting ovaled mouth. It slipped quickly into her warm cavern and in a moment she was sucking hungrily on his massive pole, her tongue swirling wildly up and down it, sucking and nipping as if her life depended on the heated sperm that she was milking up from his aching balls. At the same time her body bounced uncontrollably and lightning flashes of exquisite pleasure shot through her trembling body from the intensity of the tongue jamming deeply up inside her.
Beside them, Sarah couldn't believe what she was seeing and hearing. It was as if her lovely neighbor had suddenly gone mad from the sex tortures of the evening. There was no mistaking the desperate urgency in her pleas for Harry to fuck into her mouth.
Then, unmercifully, Charlie gave one last slurping lick to Barbi's cunt and pulled his face away. His cock was hammering wildly from his crotch and he couldn't wait another minute to ram it into her puckered little ass-hole. He slapped Harry across the shoulder.
"I've got to fuck her ass-hole right now," he said in a voice choked with lust. "Turn her over, kid, and hold her for me, will you?"
Reluctantly, Harry pulled his glistening cock from her contracting mouth and helped his employer to position Barbi. All the while she screamed and begged to be fucked and her cries filled the tiny bedroom.
"No ... don't stop ... suck my pussy ... fuck me ... let me eat your cock! Oh God, don't stop ... I want to COMMMMMEEE!"
In a moment she was kneeling on the bed, her ass high in the air, her face pressing down into Harry's crotch as he sat in front of her and guided his cock toward her waiting lips. She didn't care what happened now she had to have more and more of the two men's cocks pounding into her she didn't care which holes they used as long as they didn't interrupt the building orgasm that was making her legs tremble with desire.
"MMMMMNNNNNNN!" she mewled, her voice choked off as Harry rammed his prick into her mouth again and waited for the wild tongue to begin sucking him. She waved her ass provocatively back at the older man, wishing desperately that he would start.
Charlie paused for a moment as he knelt behind her. His lust-glazed eyes were running over the saliva slickened pussy lips and for a second he was tempted to plunge his cock deep into her gaping cunt. But her tiny contracting ass-hole beckoned him like a beacon and he pressed his thumbs against either side of the hairless opening and felt her jerk back against him.
"Here it comes, baby," he shouted, thrusting his cock against her straining elastic sphincter and shoving with all his might. His huge cock sunk in a fraction of an inch and then she relaxed her whole body and he slid easily into her rectum. The tight flesh closed over him like a wet warm sponge and he had never felt anything so erotic in his life. Barbi was writhing and twisting back signaling him that she wanted it all the way in. He smiled wantonly and then jerked his hips forward and buried his entire shaft deep up inside her. Her whole body suddenly came alive again and she strained around his massive shaft, groaning as he pulled it out for the next powerful thrust. His hips jerked violently back and forth, driving her wild, sending explosions of electric pleasure to every straining nerve in her cunt. In front of him, over her thrashing hips and back, Charlie could see her dark hair flying around her head as she devoured Harry's huge cock with her mouth and lips.
"Jesus ... it's so fucking tight!" he gasped, watching the contracting anal ring open and close around his heated prick.
His fingers dug into her smoothly churning hips as he pulled her backwards and then drove forward again. Every powerful lunge was rapture to him and he felt his aching balls slap heavily against her upturned cunt, bringing her even greater pleasure.
"I'm going to come ... I'M GOING TO COMMME!" Charlie suddenly cried out, tears of frustration filling his eyes at the thought of shooting his steaming load so soon. He felt as if he could fuck the madly twisting ass-hole for ever and he didn't want to stop now. "UUUNNNGGHHH AAAAHHHHHHH ... HERE IT COMES!"
Barbi's wildly swirling tongue and writhing buttocks worked furiously. She knew she was just on the verge of the rapturous spasms that accompanied her own climax and she prayed that neither of them would stop until she was experiencing her own exquisite pleasure. She felt the man behind go tense and then suddenly he exploded deep up in her rectal passage just as she was rocked by an overwhelming climax that was soul-shattering. Wave after wave of pure sexual pleasure rolled through her as she continued to suck madly at the mouth-filling cock that was impaling her, and twisted her bucking ass back into Charlie's body for more of the wonderfully soothing sperm that flooded her tight ass-hole.
As Harry stiffened and then began filling her mouth with his scalding sperm, he felt her cheeks balloon and he could see little strings of semen oozing out of the corners of her lips. He grabbed her roughly by both sides of her head and slammed upwards at the same time, forcing his cock deep into her throat so that she couldn't pull her mouth away.
Sarah watched in amazed horror as the two men continued buffeting her friend's naked young body between them, filling her mouth and her rectum with torrents of sticky white liquid.
Oh God, she thought desperately, they're going to do that to me next!
CHAPTER SIX
Barbi Fenton talked quietly but earnestly to her lovely young neighbor as Harry and Charlie went into the kitchen and fixed strong drinks from the bottle of scotch that Harry had seen earlier when he had ransacked the apartment. Charlie was standing near the doorway so that he could see both girls.
"Honey, we've got no choice," Barbi said, "we've got to do what they want. They both promised me that they'd leave afterwards and never bother us again."
"I don't care! I can't do it ... I just can't!" Sarah replied heatedly, thinking about the obscene way her friend had enjoyed having her anus fucked while she hungrily sucked the youth's disgusting penis. "It's alright for you ... you've done those kinds of things before!"
Barbi gazed at her, wondering what she could possibly say to make Sarah understand that they really had no choice in the matter. She had gotten the men to untie them with her promise to talk Sarah into participating. Now it looked as though the terrified blonde was going to spoil everything.
"But it won't be all that bad," she said in a pleading voice. "I mean, they've already both screwed me and I'm okay, aren't I?"
"But what more do they want?" Sarah asked, still puzzled by how the two awful men could want more sex after having climaxed so many times already. "I don't understand how they can go on doing it for so long!"
"Look, baby, I admit that I've never run across anyone as homey as these two guys in my whole life," Barbi said earnestly. "I haven't the faintest notion where they get all the energy. But look at it this way ... we either do it willingly or get raped again." She paused and looked deep into her friend's eyes. The threat was implicit in her words when she spoke again. "If that happens we might get hurt!"
Sarah shivered and felt herself growing faint. The idea of being taken forcible by both men was so horrifying to her that a dizzying blackness began to overtake her.
"It won't be so bad," Barbi said, seeing Sarah's face drain of all color and her body begin to slump.
"I'll help you, honey."
Sarah managed to shake off the inky darkness that seemed to envelop her at the last moment, and with all her strength she sat up straight and stared at Barbi.
"How?" she asked in a voice shivering with fright. "How can you help me?"
"Because I've done it with more than one man at a time before ... oh, I know how awful it must seem to you ... and how hard it must be to imagine. But there are ways to make it easier for yourself ... and who knows ... maybe you'll even like it."
"Never!" Sarah moaned. "Never!"
Tears gushed from her eyes and Barbi moved nearer and embraced her trembling body.
"Never is a word that should be banished from your vocabulary when you're talking about sex, honey," she said soothingly. "After all, you told me you thought the young one was going to kill you when he made love to your backside, didn't you! And you survived that. And you didn't die or anything when you sucked his cock. I know how difficult it must be to even imagine there could be any pleasure in something you've never done willingly. But, believe me, a girl can get to like it!"
"But ... but it's dirty and disgusting!"
"Trust me, honey. I'll help you if you'll only trust me!"
Sarah looked at Barbi, gazing deeply into her friend's sparkling dark eyes. She knew that there was really no point in resisting now ... that she had to surrender to whatever fate had in store for her. There was no escape! Barbi was asking her to trust her, and much as she feared what might happen, Sarah knew instinctively that she had to do as Barbi asked. With a deep, weary moan, she embraced the young dark-haired neighbor and allowed her terror to drain away.
"You won't let them hurt me, will you?" she asked quietly, feeling the warmth of Barbi's voluptuous breasts pressing into her own naked flesh.
"No, baby, I'll see to it that they don't hurt you. But you've got to do your part too. Just try and close your mind to what's happening and pretend that it's that guy you used to go with ... what was his name? Dan something? Well, just try and imagine that it's him that's making love to you again."
They were interrupted by Charlie's voice as the two rapists came back into the bedroom, each of them carrying a tall glass filled with scotch.
"Hey, girls, you ready for some more action?" he called out, laughing lewdly. "Man, I can't wait to get my cock into a good hot cunt!"
Sarah shivered again but was reassured by Barbi's quick glance and smile.
"How about it, blondie, you wanna fuck me next?" Charlie asked, reaching down drunkenly and pulling at Sarah's arm. "Come on, cunt, play with my prick and get it good and hard for you."
"No! Leave me alone!" Sarah cried out, pulling her arm away.
Charlie looked hurt and he turned to Barbi with a scowl.
"Hey, what's the matter with your friend, baby? I thought you was going to fix everything up for us real good?
"What the hell do you expect?" Barbi snapped. "You come in here like a bull in heat and expect someone like Sarah to just spread her legs for you? Can't you see she's afraid you might hurt her?"
"I ain't going to hurt her if she does right by me," Charlie protested. "I just want to fuck her. ... ain't that right, kid?"
Harry Appleton nodded at his friend and sat down on the bed next to Barbi, snaking his free arm around her waist and pulling her body toward him.
"She wasn't complaining too much when she was sucking my cock," he said smoothly, rubbing his bare thigh against Barbi's. "I told you before, once she got the hang of it she about chewed my pecker right off!"
Sarah blushed furiously and shook her head. "I didn't! You're horrible to say something like that!"
"Take it easy, honey," Barbi said soothingly. "They're just teasing you. It'll be alright, I promise."
Charlie gulped down the rest of his drink and collapsed on the bed beside Sarah, his huge bulbous cock jerking and pulsating madly. He wanted to fuck the gorgeous young blonde and he wasn't going to wait any longer.
"Oh, Jesus, baby, I ain't going to hurt you, honest, I ain't. Just let me suck those boobs of yours, will you?"
Sarah hung her head in utter humiliation as waves of shame ran through her luscious young body. In her worst nightmare, she had never experienced anything as degrading and loathesome as this! Her mind struggled to understand what was happening, to know why fate had so cruelly chosen her for this disgusting torture. Despite Barbi's efforts to ease her mind she felt like the lowest creature in the world! A whore! A slut!
She gasped as the older man began pinching the tender, pink nipples with his fingers, sending sharp strings of pain through her. His eyes were roving lustily over her succulently gleaming body at the same time as he brutally mauled and nipped at her firmly up-thrust naked breasts.
"Show him you pussy, baby," Harry called out.
"Yeh, let me see what you got down there," Charlie said, pushing her none too gently backwards down onto the soft mattress and pulling her legs apart.
"It's okay, honey, just relax and let him do what he wants," Barbi's voice counseled.
In abject shame, Sarah let him spread her legs and revel her softly curling bush of pubic hair. Her tender pussy was nestled like a honey-colored flower up between her legs. At its naked exposure, Charlie seemed to go wild, fingering his lust-swollen prick with his meaty fist as he licked his lips in anticipation.
"Sweetheart, I'm gonna stick my cock right up into that tight little cunt of yours," Charlie crowed, overcome with an erotic lust that left him almost breathless.
Curiously, as he poked her tender young pussy with his hand, the young blonde began to find a certain strength penetrate her shame, as if through her terrible ordeal she had discovered a reserve of courage she hadn't known existed. Despite the unspeakable humiliation of the older man, a new aspect of her character was slowly finding its way to consciousness. Suddenly charged with new strength, Sara sat up erect and pushed her fleshy, ripely thrusting breasts out in defiance, less afraid than before and determined to survive this terrible act as best she could.
"Make her strut her ass!" Harry called out. "Make her dance naked for you!"
Charlie nodded, suddenly pulling her up from the bed and whacking her across her nakedly churning smooth buttocks. He began snapping his fingers and humming a rhythm for her.
Fighting the awful feeling of degradation she felt, Sarah began to sway her body in a lewd imitation of dance, her pelvis rotating and her breasts swinging. Perspiration ran down over her sloping breasts and made little trickles all the way down over her stomach and down the insides of her legs. Yet, despite the obscene spectacle she was presenting, she found she could continue bravely. She glanced with a cool contempt at the grinning, taunting older man.
I'll show you I'm not afraid of you! she thought. I'll show you! By God, ILL SHOW YOU!"
She began to relax her body and dance with a more sensuous, provocative gait. Her lush hips swung from side to side and her head was held high and her deep green eyes glistened with her newfound defiance. Charlie and Harry noticed the change at once and began to lewdly encourage her, urging her on with obscene ravings. Sarah realized that she was actually beginning to enjoy it! She was taunting them with her lush body and sexuality and it filled her with a sense of triumph!
Just as she had felt when she was forced to suck the youthful rapist's cock, she discovered that the rising tides of forbidden, throbbing passion began to ripple through her nakedly awakened sensitivities.
At that moment Charlie jumped up from the bed and faced her, his face a twisted mask of cruel perversion, his huge cock jutting out and almost hitting her in the stomach.
"Okay, bitch, that's enough! Get down on the floor on your back because I'm gonna fuck you right into the fucking floor!"
Harry gave out with a mighty roar of obscene glee at the words and Sarah knew the dreaded moment was finally here. Her breath came faster and faster as she obediently lay back on the carpeted floor. She remembered the words of advice that Barbi had whispered to her only moments before.
"Whatever you do," the dark-haired girl had said, "don't resist it ... if you do it'll hurt awfully . . .just relax and surrender!"
She tried to close her eyes and calm herself, thinking of Dan and the times she had made love with him. As she did, she heard a new sound coming from the direction of the bed and she opened her eyes, startled to see that Barbi was bent eagerly over Harry's crotch, his gigantic cock slamming between her lips and deep into her mouth. Sarah gasped at the wantonness of her friend.
Charlie's eyes were riveted to the white, creamy body of the voluptuous Sarah as he knelt down beside her and began to run his fingers deep up into her pussy again. She shuddered at the brutality of his probing, mauling hand but she didn't try to pull her thighs together. She wanted to get it over with quickly. Her nakedly quivering vaginal slit was gaping open and she was spread-eagled and helpless, but she didn't care she had to have the awful experience over with quickly and struggling would only prolong her agony. Yet, even so, she fought desperately to keep back the terror that rose like black bile in her throat.
"God help me, she whispered to herself, GOD HELP ME!
Then, in a sudden move, Charlie was on top of her and, without warning, plunged his massively jerking cock deep into her tightly cringing pussy. The brutal force of it pushed her naked body back into the floor with a sudden jerk. Her painfully stretched pussy felt as if it was on fire.
"NNNNNNOOOOOOO!" she cried out in protest and pain. But his jeers and laughter only drowned out her wails. Charlie swung his hips cruelly forward, burying his long, bloated shaft so hard and deep that the agonized young woman thought it was going to come out of her throat. He pulled back and plunged in again, then repeated the stroke brutally again and increased his tempo, faster and faster. He kissed her harshly on the mouth, forcing his wet tongue deeply into her mouth as he fucked her with a savagery that shocked her his rough mean strokes causing her cuntal passage to grow boiling hot from the merciless battering. He bent his head and sucked fiercely on her soft, fleshy breast, making her nipples harden and begin tingling with a fiery unwanted passion.
"No ... OH NO! she groaned helplessly, as he fucked her with the fury of a hurricane.
Charlie was grunting and heaving his massive frame as he wildly drove his long hard cock into his beautiful prize. He had been so aroused by the time he had sunk his thick, lust-swollen spear into her fleshy cunt that he was already near climax. Crazed with passion, he rammed into her furiously, sadistically bruising the anguished young woman's vaginal sheath.
Sarah lay helpless and panting beneath the sweating man, her loins quivering from the fiery shocks he inflicted on her. The heavy-set man fucked her with the intensity built up of months of frustration. His sperm-bloated balls began to inflate with hot boiling come as the thick semen rushed forward like a violent surging river.
"UUUUUNNNNNGGGHHHHHH!" he groaned, and suddenly arched his back and began to jerk and jerk as he threw back his head and cried out triumphantly. I'M COMMMMMMMMIIII-IIIINNNNNGGGGG! JESUS ... I'M COOOOOMMMMMIIIIINNNNGGGGGG!"
Sarah felt his thick hot come gush into her bruised cuntal walls in an endless stream. The raging fluid seemed to fill her brutalized pussy and ease the harsh pain from being taken so violently. The warm male liquid filled her like a healing balm, and began to relieve her torture. With a final groan, Charlie heaved the last of his scalding come into her and then pulled his softening cock away out of her trembling, semen-drenched cunt.
But just as Sarah began to relax, thinking her ordeal was over, she heard the bedsprings squeak and saw with horror that Harry had pulled his mammoth cock from Barbi's protesting mouth and was lurching off the bed toward her.
"Hey, baby, now I'm gonna fuck you," he mumbled lewdly. Then he sprawled on top of her before she could roll away and crudely buried his pulsing, saliva-glistening cock deep into Sarah's creamy, fearfully-cringing pussy. He began to fuck with long, plunging strokes, covering her face and breasts with slobbering kisses. The sudden awfulness of this second intrusion sent Sarah's brain swirling in confusion. It was happening too fast for her to be able to really comprehend! Her terror mounted and her body began to strain and pull away in fear.
Oh I can't her brain screamed, I can't! I'M AFRAID! I'M AFRAID!
Her new tormentor fucked her relentlessly, his mammoth eager tool working like the piston of a car, while his bloated, hairy balls slapped wetly against her bruised anal crack. Her vaginal walls were screaming for relief, and she twisted and writhed against him. But there was no way she could stop him!
Barbi was right! I've got to relax and stop fighting!
Glancing to her right, she caught the sight of her sensuous dark-haired friend sitting on the floor, full ripe lips wrapped around Charlie's half-limp cock as if she were sucking it clean. Their eyes met for a moment and Sarah could see Barbi smiling at her warmly with encouragement. At the sight of her friend's face, Sarah regained her rapidly diminished sense of strength and survival and slowly began to allow her body to submit fully to the obscene and cruel punishment she had to endure. At that moment, Harry was feeling the sudden pressure in his aching testicles and he knew that he would soon reach his crashing orgasm.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" he shrieked like a man gone mad, his eyes bulging wildly. "AAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!"
The second surge of sticky male fluid spread through Sarah's loins like a warm blazing light.
She could scarcely believe what was happening to her. Her cuntal canal, shuddering complete surrender suddenly began to bloom with wonderful surges of pleasure. Gush after gush of come rolled into her like warm ocean waves and made all the pain ebb away as if by magic. The strange new feeling took hold of her unexpectedly like a billowing flame, and she groaned from deep, deep inside her. In that moment all of the tension and fear that had built up like a stone wall were suddenly broken through with all the shattering force of a wrecking ball. It was shocking and hard to believe that she was finally experiencing her first gigantic climax but it was true! II was true!
OH! OOOHHHHH! OOOOOHHH-HHHHH!" she cried out in relief as the exquisite sensations rocked around inside her like crashing waves. "OOOOHHH MY GOD!"
Never in her life had she felt anything so rapturous and she wanted it to go on forever to have her whole burning crotch filled with hard male cockflesh while the spasms shook and rocked her again and again. It was like blazing lights exploding inside her and her brain reeled from the intensity of her climax. Her legs suddenly jerked upward and instinctively went around Harry's back, pulling his hotly spewing cock deeper into her, forcing more and more of the wonderful sensations to blast through her wildly quivering body. She locked her ankles and brought her arms up to close around his naked back, her long fingernails scraping the skin from his hard spine, leaving deep red welts that oozed blood.
"Harder!" she screamed, oblivious to everything but the wonderful sensations that filled every nerve in her body. "OH, PLEASE, FUCK ME HARDERRRRRRRRRR!"
She was bucking and jerking up toward his hard pumping body, feeling his gigantic cock filling her, begging for more and praying silently that he would go on fucking her forever. She was lost now totally insane momentarily from the intense force of his pleasure-giving cock!
Charlie was watching with amazed amusement as the lovely blonde girl changed from a struggling, protesting, reluctant slab of resisting meat to a raging nymphomaniac. He felt Barbi pause, her lips sucking greedily on his now erect cock. Then, filled with an erotic excitement he couldn't control, he pulled away and scrambled over to the wildly thrashing couple and waited impatiently for the exhausted Harry to pull his cock out of Sarah's cunt and break her hold on him. She was still pulling at him and crying out in frustration, her gaping pussy slick and gleaming with the remains of the scalding male sperm that had spewed into her tonight.
"Don't stop nowwwwww..." she wailed, rolling toward Harry and pleading with him to resume the wonderful fucking. "Oh, please ... please! PLEASSSSSEEEEEE!"
Charlie scrambled to position himself above her, watching the look of surprise and gratitude on her face as he rammed his powerfully pulsing penis deep into her come-drenched pussy.
"I'll fuck you, baby," he hissed. "I'm gonna fuck the daylights out of you!"
"Yes!" Sarah screamed aloud as a great, rippling exaltation engulfed her. She threw her legs around his meaty back and sucked his cock deep up inside her, feeling his gigantic knob smack into her cervix as he thrust forward powerfully.
A few feet away, Barbi Fenton couldn't believe what she was seeing. Long strands of tangled blonde hair was flying about the face of her lovely neighbor as Sarah's contorted features grimaced with each bone-shattering thrust of his iron-hard cock into her madly contracting pussy. Oh God, Barbi thought wildly, she can't take much more of this! It was evident to her that all of the fucking had driven her friend over the edge of reality into a raging madness. Somehow she had to stop them before it was too late.
Before she could move, Harry had crawled over to the screaming girl and guided her trembling hand down to his limp glistening cock.
"Come on, bitch," he urged lewdly, "give me a hand job and get me good and hard again! I wanna fuck some more!"
Without realizing even what she was doing, Sarah began to pull savagely on the limp but still large cock, her slender fingers circling it's glistening wetness and pulling with all of her might as she continued to twist up against Charlie's powerfully thrusting body.
"Stop it!" Barbi hissed at Harry, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him away from Sarah's hand. "Quit it, you bastard! Can't you see she doesn't know what she's doing?"
"Fuck you," Harry growled, slapping her arm away and staring down at the sight of the lovely blonde masturbating him into erectness. "She wants to get all the cock she can, that's all! I knew when she sucked my cock before that she was a real hot number!"
Barbi could see that nothing she did was going to stop the insanely obscene spectacle on the floor and she sat back on her naked haunches, waiting for Sarah's mad passion to subside. It was obvious from the labored breathing of the older man that he couldn't continue to fuck into the voracious pussy for long. In a moment he was spewing a trickle of juices into Sarah's cunt and the passion-charged girl was mewling and groaning more quietly.
Thank God! Barbi said silently as Charlie rolled off Sarah. Her fingers were still jerking up and down on Harry's cock but it was apparent that the tired male flesh was incapable of erection at the moment.
With a groan of disgust and self-pity, Harry pulled away from her and collapsed on his back. His gleaming cock lay like a dead snake against his naked thigh.
Before either of the men could stop her, Barbi jumped up from the floor and ran into the bathroom. She grabbed a hand towel and turned on the cold water tap, soaking the towel and then wringing it out loosely. Then she went back into the bedroom and knelt over Sarah's spread-eagled body. For a moment Barbi thought that the young blonde was unconscious her eyes were tightly shut and her breathing was labored. But when she touched the violated girl's forehead, Sarah's eyes opened and she looked up at her friend with a puzzled frown.
"Don't let them stop," she said in a weak voice. "Please, honey, I want them to fuck me some more!"
"Just relax, baby," Barbi said soothingly, wiping the perspiration from Sarah's forehead. Then, quickly, she wiped her whole body clean, running the towel down over her breasts, stomach, and hips. Sarah's legs were thrust far apart and Barbi couldn't suppress an appreciative gasp when she saw the matted pubic hair, the silken strands damp from the combined male and female juices that had poured out of her tortured cunt. Slowly and carefully, Barbi brought the towel down between the gleaming white thighs and tenderly began cleansing the fluttering pussy lips working her towel-covered finger up past the plumpness and into the deep coral-hued flesh of her inner channel.
"Oh, honey, that feels so good ... soooooo goooooood," Sarah murmured, closing her own hand over Barbi's and increasing the pressure. Involuntarily, Sarah's fingers began a slow rhythmic tempo up and down the bruised flesh, a low murmur of pleasure escaping her throat as her hand touched her straining clitoris. "Uuummm ... oooohhhhhh ... soooo goooood!"
Suddenly Harry's harsh voice came to Barbi's ears. She looked up to see him bending over her, his lust-charged eyes staring down into the gaping cunt.
"Clean her cunt with you mouth, bitch!" he ordered. When Barbi shook her head violently and tried to move away, Harry grabbed her hair and pulled brutally. "By God, I said you suck her pussy clean! Do it or I'll beat the shit out of you, understand!"
Her face blushing furiously, Barbi nodded in surrender. As she lowered her head down toward the succulent cunt-flesh, she heard Sarah groan in anticipation.
"Please do what he says, honey," Sarah said in a voice barely above a whisper but filled with lust. She pulled her aching thighs further apart and thrust her pelvis up to meet Barbi's lips with her silky pubic slit.
To Barbi, it suddenly seemed as if the whole world had gone mad.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Hey, man," Harry called out to Charlie, "come on and let this broad suck your cock while the other one eats her pussy!"
The older, heavy-set man groaned and shook his head. "Not a chance, kid. My cock feels like it's about ready to drop off already. I gotta rest!"
Harry laughed jeeringly.
"What's the matter, lover? I thought you came here to fuck! You been telling me all these months what a cocksman you were. Now you get a chance to do a little imagine screwing and you can't even get it up!"
Charlie flushed at the taunting words. He knew he'd never live it down if he stopped now. Harry was insatiable but then he was only in his twenties. Charlie was almost forty-five and he had neither the strength nor the stamina of the younger man. Still, he knew he had to give it a try. He slowly got to his hands and knees and crawled over to Sarah's outstretched body. She looked up at him without emotion but her mouth ovaled invitingly and her tiny pink tongue flicked out to wet her lips.
Groaning again, Charlie lay down on his side and felt her fingers slip around his limp cock and guide it to her mouth and fasten her lips tightly around it. She began working on the soft prick with her tongue, swirling the warm oral spear up and down the come-slickened shaft.
"Okay, baby, it's your turn now," Harry said to Barbi. "Get down there and start sucking. And you better make it good because I'm going to be watching you!"
Barbi slid down and knelt in between Sarah's legs. The lovely blonde's pussy glistened and was hot and softly damp to the touch despite the cool towel that had just brushed over it. Sarah trembled as Barbi parted the swollen lips of her cunt and gazed at the pink hued flesh hidden beneath.
The aroma of pungent feminine juices wafted up to Barbi's nostrils. She licked her lips in anticipation and then, without warning, plunged her face down into the dainty cuntal flesh. Her dark hair spilled out over the milky white thighs of the other girl, and her mouth avidly glued itself to the dripping young cuntal flesh. Her tongue delved deep, licking away the love nectar and she swallowed convulsively. She felt Sarah's legs shift and then come up tightly around her face and the delicious cunt start undulating up at her lewdly searching tongue. An easy rhythm of licking and sucking was set up and within a few minutes Barbi was rewarded by a wild convulsion in Sarah's body, a frantic thrashing and the sticky sweet gushing as her tormented young body let go and spilled a heady flow of heated female come into Barbi's greedily devouring mouth.
"MMMMMMMNNNNNNN ... AAAAH-HHHHHH!" Sarah mewled, making incoherent sounds through her cock-filled mouth.
When the flood of exquisite nectar had slowed and Sarah's legs had finally relaxed around her head, Barbi continued licking up and down the warm velvety slit teasingly as she lifted her head and looked up over Sarah's long body, expecting to meet the blonde's ecstatic gaze. Instead, she saw that Sarah's head was bobbing wildly, her long blonde hair tossing as she drew more and more of the heavy-set man's cock up into her ravenous mouth. She held the newly rigid shaft in one hand and her lips were wet and her face contorted as she sucked. Then she let the thickly pulsing rod of flesh slip away for a moment, only to recapture it and kiss it hungrily, her tongue slashing over it, before she drew it deep into her mouth again, and her fingers cupped and squeezed the man's sperm-bloated balls.
"Oh, Jesus, suck it ... suck it! Charlie was crying out, his exhaustion forgotten now in the wild blow-job he was receiving. He was still lying on his side but his hips were pumping back and forth as his huge cock slipped easily in and out of the hungry mouth.
Barbi was amazed. It didn't seem possible to her that a man could achieve that many erections one after another. She could see that Sarah was providing plenty of stimulation, however. She was gasping and gulping and her breathing through her flared nostrils was harsh in the room. She seemed to be whimpering, begging the man's cock to get long and iron-hard again so that she could devour it entirely.
Meanwhile, the heady aroma of Sara's still undulating, come-oozing cunt attracted Barbi again and she cupped the young girl's trembling buttocks in her hands and let her hungry mouth have its way. She was using her tongue and lips more rapidly, sucking, sending her tongue on long, flickering trips up the lovely blonde's steaming cuntal passage, then flicking the tender button of her clitoris until Sarah spasmed still another time and gushed into her friend's ravenous mouth. Occasionally, with a lewd smile on her face, Barbi raised Sarah's wide-open buttocks just long enough for her tongue to dart into the tightly puckered opening to her anus and bring a wild shaking from the flesh to which she was so wantonly attached by her mouth and lips.
Barbi's own ass was shaking wildly in the air as she knelt down between the succulent thighs. Suddenly she was surprised to feel Harry's rough hands on her backside, brushing lewdly over the thrashing ass-cheeks and digging into the sweating crevice between them.
"I'm going to fuck your ass-hole again, baby," he said in a low, lust-charged voice. "I'm going to split that beautiful little hole apart and fuck you silly!"
Barbi was frightened and the last thing in the world she wanted was the gigantic cock plowing into her bruised and battered ass-hole again. But there seemed no way to avoid it. Her nakedly gleaming buttocks were waving lewdly in the air, and although the awkward position increased her feelings of fear, she didn't dare move for fear of arousing his anger.
Positioned behind her, Harry's eyes were glued to the obscene tableau. The sight of the three thrashing bodies was tremendously exciting to him and he watched with fascination as Sarah managed to engulf Charlie's entire cock and work it in and out of her ravenous lips at a wild speed. Her mouth was making obscene slurping noises and gulping sounds. And then Charlie suddenly grasped the honey-hued mass of Sarah's hair and held her head prisoner while he fucked deep into her sucking mouth.
"Jesus!" he murmured as his gaze slid down to where Barbi was still licking wildly at the blonde's sopping cunt. Then his attention turned to the fleshy, quivering mounds of Barbi's buttocks and the deep shadowy crevice that divided the two moon-like halves. He was consumed now with a passion so deep, so convulsive, that his mind reeled with the lewdest, vilest of thoughts. He gripped the soft, fleshy ass-cheeks and spread them slowly apart, his eyes riveted to the brown, tightly puckered little anus that nestled up between them.
Barbi shivered as she felt his fingers flick teasingly up and down the length of her defenselessly up-thrust rectal crevice. Oh no, she thought, I'm not ready! More accustomed now to the lewd idea than she had been the first time, she had to admit that there was a tantalizing exciting feeling attached to his fingers exploring her anal area, and she tried to relax into it, concentrating her attention on her oral ministrations to Sarah's softly undulating cunt.
She felt his outstretched finger poised at the entrance to her rectal passage itself, and despite her efforts to submit, her body tensed and she began to struggle. But Harry gripped her tightly around the waist with one hand and, with iron cruelty, plunged the extended middle finger of the other into her tightly puckered nether hole.
Barbi emitted a shriek of pain and began bucking and twisting wildly. Her back passage felt as though it were on fire, although his finger had scarcely penetrated beyond the tight muscular ring at the entrance
"Like it, bitch?" he asked cruelly, twisting his finger deeper into her.
She shook her head violently but, suddenly, Sarah's legs locked around her back in a vise-like grip and forced her head further down into the warmly perfumed pussy slit. Barbi hated the pain and degradation she was being forced to undergo. She moaned and twisted but to no avail, for Sarah held her head firmly between her luscious thighs firmly, forcing the captive girl to continue licking her pussy, while Harry forced his finger up her tight anal opening, inch by torturous inch, widening it and sending stinging shafts of pain through her whole body.
Then, without warning, it was over. Barbi felt his finger slip out of her shuddering anal passage and for an irrational moment, she felt a wave of relief that he was through with her. An instant later, however, she realized that her obscene ordeal was not yet completed. He gripped her hips firmly with his hands, and then she was horrified to feel his thickly swollen penis throbbing with a hot excitement against her aching rectal entrance.
He'll tear me apart! Barbi thought wildly. I won't be able to stand it! It's too big and my ass-hole is too sore from the last reaming!
Stark terror overcame her as she felt the charged, rubbery head begin to press inexorably against her, stretching the tight sphincter farther than it had ever gone before. All she could do was to let it push her forward until her face was crushed wetly against Sarah's pulsating cunt.
Can't he see it won't fit! she thought. Can't he understand how torn and swollen my ass-hole is?
But suddenly, with savage intensity, Harry plunged his massive tool forward with a vicious jerk, forcing the purplish head just inside her tightly contracting anus. Barbi screamed with pain and she felt she would faint from the searing, fiery sensations that shot through her back and bowels.
Taking his time and savoring every inch of his progress, Harry forced his lust-engorged cock up into her straining back passage, his brutal pleasure increased by her agonized cries. "Ooooohhhhh, baby!" he grunted as he pushed his long, hot cock into the tensely throbbing interior of her rectum.
Impaled as she was from behind by Harry's rigidly thick cock that ripped into her rectal flesh like a burning sword, and gripped mercilessly in front by Sarah, there was nothing the nakedly kneeling young woman could do but surrender and bear the torture as best she could. Her body was racked with pain, and her mind was awash with shame and self-loathing.
Harry began to slowly fuck her in and out, each cruel sodomizing thrust widening the still tightly resistant rear channel. Barbi twisted and jerked her hips, grinding her ass forward to escape the horrible youth's savage thrusts. In front of her, Sarah was thrusting her tingling pussy up into her friend's wetly smeared face. Harry increased the tempo, his gangling hairy balls slapping at the moistly quivering flesh of Barbi's up-thrust cunt. In her most secret thoughts she had never imagined that she would be in such a terrible position against her will. Yet there was no denying it something else was Happening to her as the pain in her ravaged ass-hole and rectum began to subside. Just as it had happened before when he had forced his cock, into her ass Barbi felt her body rippling with an excitement that made her feel as if she were melting. Out of the humiliation and shame, she began to feel voluptuous waves of pleasure that made the pain bearable yes even delicious! Without realizing it, she had intensified her tongue fucking of Sarah's gaping cunt and at the same time was relaxing her ass muscles, opening the way for Harry's slicing, pounding cock to come into her anal hole as deeply as he wanted. For all she cared now he could tear her apart! Destroy her!
Sensing her new abandon, Harry thrust his blood-engorged cock deeper and deeper, his hips pumping furiously. Barbi lost herself in the radiantly sensual feelings that suffused her hotly throbbing rectum and moaned passionately into Sarah's heatedly pulsating cunt.
Ooooohhhhh yyyyeeesssss! Sarah cried silently, as the kneeling Barbi's quivering tongue plunged snake-like deeper and deeper into her madly convulsing pussy.
All four bodies were heaving and twisting shamelessly, oblivious to anything but the mad pleasure each of them sought in a mouth or a cock or an ass-hole!
Harry grunted and heaved his burgeoning cock deeper into Barbi's rectal passage, and she received his iron blows with a gasping ecstasy. She began to drive her nakedly rotating buttocks backwards, actually craving the hammer-blows of his thick mighty organ deep inside her forever stretched rectum. It seemed to answer a deeper need to be completely battered and used. It was as if all her nerve endings had been thrust forcibly into a churning maelstrom of erotic sensation. She felt herself caught up in a whirling, boiling vortex of excitement.
"Oh, you sweet little cunt," Harry bellowed, sweat pouring off his forehead and running down over his straining, heaving chest. His eyes were glazed over with lust as he watched his cock disappear into the madly twisting ass-hole in front of him, reveling in the sight of the puckered flesh pulling and contracting around his huge prick. "Fuck back ... FUCK BACK!"
Barbi needed no encouragement. Her buttocks swung wildly back and forth as she drove herself onto his prick with a frenzy that left her breathless and gasping. Her tongue was probing deeper into the fragrant depths of Sarah's cunt at the same time and she swallowed floods of the sticky sweet juices that flowed copiously.
Barbi could hear Charlie grunting out his own climax and she looked up for a moment to see the older man emptying the milk of his lust-inflamed balls into her bruised young mouth. With a great shuddering, Sarah went suddenly limp, although her hips continued to grind and undulate against Barbi's mouth. Barbi knew that Sarah had fainted in ecstasy.
"I'm coming ... I'm going to come!" Harry suddenly shouted, redoubling his strenuous efforts to shove his glistening cock as far up into Barbi's ass-hole as it would go.
Barbi began to convulse with the onrush of her own orgasm, grinding her naked buttocks back against Harry's heatedly pistoning cock, feeling his white-hot sperm well up and then explode in her hungrily contracting rectum.
Sarah came back to consciousness as she felt Charlie's prick slip from her mouth. She tasted the salty-sweet male come in her mouth and gulped the remains down greedily. Her own excitement was coming back and her entire vaginal sheath seemed to contract and bear downward with violent intensity as Barbi, caught in the onrush of her own climax, whirled and rammed her tongue madly in her friend's hotly quivering pussy.
"OOOOOHHHHHH!" Sarah screamed. "I ... I'M COMMIINNNGGGG!" Her heated vaginal walls suddenly began to spasm in one last magnificent climax that washed like an exploding hurricane over her reclining body. Her secretions gushed forth, cascading over Barbi's plunging tongue and onto the kneeling young woman's face.
AAAAAGGGHHHHHH!" Harry cried as his white-hot sperm began to shoot far up into the tightly convulsing rectum of his kneeling victim.
Barbi felt the boiling, surging river enter her hungrily milking rectum in a hot gush and spread throughout her trembling loins. Her sensually alive body felt as though it were shattering in a million pieces as her eagerly pulsating cuntal sheath gushed its own warm fluid in complete response to the mad climaxes and orgasms that rocked the small bedroom. Closing her eyes, she could see wild explosions of rocket fire behind her eyeballs as she strained backwards, opening opening opening her ass-hole wider than she had thought possible. Then it was over.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Harry awoke slowly, his sleep-numbed mind not wanting to give up the lewd images of his dream. He lay there without opening his eyes, his hand massaging his lust-swollen cock sensuously under the thin blanket that covered his slender body. For a moment he couldn't figure out what had awakened him. Then he heard Charlie's voice calling out to him as an insistent rapping began on the door.
"Hey, Harry, wake up, will you," his employer called out.
The youth stirred lazily, desperately wanting to just lay there and recapture his obscene dream and look up at the photographs of Sarah Watkins and Barbi Fenton that were pasted directly over his head.
"Harry, are you in there?" Charlie's voice was more urgent now. "Come on, kid, open up!"
"Shit!" Harry murmured, throwing the covers off his naked body and glancing down at the gigantic cock that jutted out proudly from his loins. He stood up, taking one last look at the photo of Sarah on the floor, her whole crotch open and exposed. Jesus, he thought erotically, I'd sure like to get some more of that cunt!
The banging on the door continued.
"For God's sake knock it off, Charlie," he called out, "I'm coming ... I'm coming!"
As he slipped into his faded and dirty jeans, Harry thought about that lust-filled night in Sarah Watkin's apartment. Although it had been almost a month since first he, and then he and Charlie, had raped the two girls so many times. Harry could still recall every detail of the exciting night. When it was all over they had tied the girls up again, disregarding Barbi's pleas, and had slipped out of Sarah's apartment with the first light of dawn just coming up over the San Gabriel Mountains, both he and Charlie limp with sexual-exhaustion.
Neither of them had spoken of the incident again, but Harry couldn't resist telephoning Sarah the next night. He knew that there was a danger that the police might have the telephone tapped but he couldn't resist calling the terrified girl and reliving at least verbally the brutal events. But there was no answer and the next time he called a recording informed him that the number was no longer a working number. He was too frightened to go near the apartment again, as badly as he wanted to.
He tightened the belt on his jeans and pulled a soiled t-shirt over his thin chest. Charlie had resumed the banging on the door and he shuffled toward it and threw it open.
"What the hell were you doing, beating your meat again?" the older man asked, glancing down at the still-erect bulge at Harry's groin.
"Fuck you!" Harry spat out, stepping aside to let his employer into the disordered room. "What the hell do you want anyway, this is my day off, ain't it?"
"I just thought I'd come down and tell you about my latest piece of ass," Charlie said smugly, smiling broadly as he collapsed in the only chair in the room. "Man, you can't believe the pussy on the broad up in 214! You know, the young redhead that moved in yesterday. Jesus H. Christ, I thought she was going to chew my cock off with that tight little thing! I didn't take a close look but I'd bet she has teeth in the damned thing!"
"You lying bastard!" Harry said, wishing his employer would leave so that he could get back to bed and stare up at Sarah and Barbi while he played with his swollen prick. "How come you can't stop bullshitting, Charlie? You know damned well that redhead ain't going to give you no ass!"
Charlie looked hurt. His face fell and he held out his hands, palms upward, as if pleading for Harry to believe him. "I wouldn't shit you, kid! She's a real pro and she's going to give me all of the pussy I want." He paused and looked sheepish. "Of course I had to let her move in without any money. She just got in from Chicago and she's broke." His face brightened. "But she's going to start hustling tonight! A good-looking cunt like her won't have any trouble making a bundle!"
Harry was almost tempted to believe the heavy-set man. It was the kind of thing that Charlie would do letting a broad move in and exchange a little fucking for the rent money! Still, he had had months of his lying and, even if it was true, he was sick and tired of hearing about all the ass that Charlie was getting.
"I don't want to hear that kind of shit," Harry said, his voice heavy with frustration from the pounding at his groin. He'd been too frightened to go out on one of his evening trips since Sarah Watkins tnd Barbi Fenton, and he was almost out of his mind with the need to shove his throbbing cock into an ass-hole.
"But I come down here to let you in on the action, kid," Charlie said with an injured tone of voice. "That was part of the deal I made with her. She had to put out for both of us! She's upstairs waiting for you right now. I told her how much you liked ass-fucking and she made me promise to bring you right upstairs. She said she goes crazy when she gets it in the ass!"
Harry was stunned and his heart began beating heavily in his thin chest. Charlie wasn't lying! He tried to remember what the redhead looked like but all he could think of was the memory of her luscious bouncing buttocks as she passed him in the hallway yesterday. She had worn tight, almost obscenely tight, slacks that showed every detail of her succulent ass-cheeks. The thought of shoving his cock up between those voluptuous lumps sounded too good to be true.
"You ain't kidding me are you, Charlie?" he asked incredulously, almost expecting the heavy-set man to burst out laughing and tell him it was all a joke. "If you are I'll kill you, I swear it!"
"It's true, kid, no shit!"
Suddenly Harry felt better than he had in weeks. His gigantic cock was pulsating wildly in his jeans but he didn't care! He was going to be able to shoot his load in a tight little ass-hole again and he trembled with anticipation. He could almost feel the sperm building up in his aching balls.
"Jesus, Charlie, thanks!" he mumbled in gratitude as he bent down and slipped on his shoes. "I'll do something for you ... I swear I will!"
"Sure, kid, don't give it another thought," Charlie replied, watching his young employee almost run toward the door. Then, he was gone and Charlie looked around the small room with a smug smile.
He was whistling to himself as he settled himself on the just-vacated bed and gazed up at the lewd photographs of Sarah and Barbi. His hand was already reaching for his fly and in a moment his hardening cock was in his hand.
He would give Harry fifteen or twenty minutes before he went upstairs and joined them, he thought lewdly to himself, imagining the sight of the young redhead kneeling on the floor with Harry's massive cock poking into her puckered little ass-hole.
For a moment he wanted nothing other than to lay here and stare up at the obscene pictures of the two young women that he remembered so well.
"Man, that was good pussy!" he murmured to himself as he felt his mammoth prick begin to swell in his hand. "Yes, sir, that night was really something..."
At the door of apartment 214, Harry nervously wiped the perspiration from his sweaty palms on the sides of his dirty jeans. His heart was thudding painfully in his chest and he felt a vague choking sensation in his throat. It was the same sensation he always felt when he prepared to creep unsuspectingly into a strange woman's apartment and rape her brutally.
He raised his hand and knocked gently almost surreptitiously. There was no answering sound from inside the apartment and he had an impulse to turn and run back downstairs to his basement sanctuary. What if Charlie was lying again! he thought, his mind racing. What if it was only one of his cruel practical jokes?
Suddenly, the door opened and he was looking into the pretty face of a young redheaded girl. She was about twenty and was dressed in a pair of tight shorts and a skimpy halter. He gasped as he looked nervously at the creamy-white flesh of her shoulders, midriff, and long lovely legs.
"Yes?" the girl asked impatiently.
"I-I-I'm Harry," he managed to blurt out, feeling his face redden.
"So what!" the girl answered, starting to close the door. "I'm not buying anything so you can save your breath!"
"Wait a minute," Harry cried out, grabbing the door handle and holding it so she couldn't shut the door. "Charlie Foreman sent me up to see you."
"I don't know any Charlie Foreman and I still don't want to buy anything," she replied, trying to push the door closed.
As she strained against the door, Harry could see her voluptuous breasts come together in huge, swelling mounds, straining the thin material of her halter.
"But Charlie is the manager of this building!" Harry said in frustration. "You must know him!"
The girl relaxed her hand and let the door swing open again. She seemed to be looking at Harry with more interest now taking in the lean body and his flushed face.
"Oh, yeh, the fat guy, right? Why'd he send you up to see me? He ain't going back on his deal is he?"
For the first time she looked a little frightened. "No! That's why I came up, though," Harry said, wishing she would step aside and let him into the apartment. He could just imagine Mrs. Grant, the sharp-faced old harridan in 216 standing and listening through her door. "Can I come in?"
"Why not ... any friend of good old Charlie ... what'd you say his last name was? Ferguson?"
"Foreman!" Harry corrected her, scurrying into the apartment before she could change her mind. "His name is Foreman!"
She shut the door and went toward the tiny front room. "Yeh, that's right ... Foreman. Well, as I was saying, any friend of good old Charlie is a friend of mine!"
She went directly to the couch and sat down, her long legs coming up to rest on a small coffee table. Harry stood in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do now. Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was only a few seconds, he realized that she wasn't going to invite him to sit down. His anger suddenly rose up in him and he sat down next to her, his thigh coming to rest against her bare leg.
"Well, make yourself at home, why don't you!" she said sarcastically, pulling her leg away.
"I'm sorry," he said quickly, cursing the pretty girl for making him feel like an errant schoolboy. "Charlie said that he'd made a deal with you." He paused, searching for the right words. "You know, a deal about the rent!"
"Oh, he did, did he?" the girl said crossly. "He ain't got no right telling everybody in the building my business! I suppose he's been bragging to every other tenant in the place!"
"Charlie wouldn't do that," Harry lied, remembering how much the heavy-set manager liked to regale his friends with all of his obscene stories about fucking every under-fifty broad in the apartment building. "He just told me cause ... because, well because you said you'd put out for me, too!"
The girl was looking at Harry incredulously, as if she couldn't believe her ears.
"He what? Well, he's a lying bastard! I gave him a sniff of my pussy in exchange for a week's free rent! Just until I could get out and do a little hustling and pick up some bread! You want to fuck me, buster, you're going to have to pay for it! You ain't getting any free cunt, understand?"
A slow, smoldering rage was building up in the trembling youth as the redheaded girl berated him. Goddamn that fucking Charlie! He's done it again! The rotten old bastard had lied to him and made him look like a fool! By Jesus, he's not going to get away with this! Harry though, desperately angry now.
"Shut up! Damn it, shut up!" he exploded, balling his fist and shaking it under the startled girl's face.
"W-what do you want then?" the girl whispered, terrified now by the force of his anger. She could see the wild, irrational look in his eyes and she began to edge away from him, hoping that she could make it to the door before he caught her.
"What do you want?" the girl repeated, her eyes darting about the room for a weapon. She had only been hustling for a few months, but that was long enough to be able to recognize the sadism that clouded some men's eyes. Harry looked exactly like the kind of person who would delight in knocking her half-silly with his fists.
Suddenly, his arm snaked out with lightning speed and grabbed her around her naked waist. She gave a little gasp of pain and fright and tried to pull away, beating at him with her tiny fists as he pulled her closer to him.
"Stop it!" she yelped. "Stop it this instant or I'll ... I'll call the police!
"Don't threaten me, bitch!" he sneered, feeling her skin begin to form little goose-bumps when he touched her bare thigh. "Damn it, don't threaten me! And if you open your mouth once more to scream or make any racket I'll kill you, understand?" His voice was filled with a savage fury and he meant every word he said. To hell with, he thought, to hell with everything; As soon as he reamed the redheaded whore's ass-hole out with his gigantic prick he would fix Charlie good he didn't know exactly how just yet! and then he would split. The money he had saved would take him a long way from Los Angeles, and he would try San Diego or maybe Frisco! Anywhere away from this awful building where everyone laughed and made fun of him!
The redhead was more subdued now. She lay there nursing her stinging cheek and let the deranged youth fondle her thigh, his fingers inching closer to her dry pussy. As frightened as she was, she thought she could handle him now. Let him get his kicks with her and he'll leave, she thought. She cursed herself for not getting a pimp to protect her.
"It was all a mistake, honey," she murmured, trying to make her voice sexy and appealing. "Of course I'll let you fuck me! Whatever Charlie told you. I really dig guys like you, baby ... I really do! You ain't like that fat old beer-gut. Why don't you let me get out of these shorts and you can fuck me, okay!"
But Harry wasn't having any of her lies. And fucking her pussy wasn't what he wanted! "Sure you want to?" he asked slyly, watching for the reaction on her face. "You sure you ain't just fooling me again?"
"Oh, no!" she said, a little too quickly. "Honest I'm not! She unzipped her shorts and was about to pull them off when he stopped her. "What's the matter?"
"What's the matter? I'll tell you, you dirty bitch! I ain't gonna fuck your cunt ... I'm going to screw you in the ass, just like the rest of them!"
"Don't hurt me," she pleaded, terror in her eyes. Ass-fucking had been the one thing she had always refused her customers. She was terrified of the idea of a massive cock splitting apart her tiny puckered little hole. She couldn't take that in her back passage! He would kill her! Desperately she tried to mollify the insane youth. She dropped to her knees and grabbed his swinging cock in her hand and tried to force it toward her lips.
"Let me suck it for you," she mewled, feeling his body stiffen. "I'll suck it good ... I'll make you come in my mouth. Oh God, don't fuck me in the ass ... DON"T!"
Harry was smiling to himself as he brought his foot back and kicked at the girl. This was more like it, he thought to himself, watching the redhead sprawl on the floor.
"Go ahead and beg me," he said to her, kneeling beside her body and pulling her shorts down over her flaring hips and long gorgeous legs. His eyes lighted up and her fur-covered pussy came into view. Her short, red pubic hair was like little rings of flaming silk and he could see every detail of the sweet fluted cuntal lips. He tossed her shorts aside and then ripped her halter off brutally, leaving red welts where the strings had cut into her flesh. "Go on, bitch, plead with me ... tell me how I'm going to kill with you my cock ripping into your ass-hole! Go on, I've heard it a hundred times and it's music to my ears. GO ON!"
She was crying and begging at the same time as he turned her over and feasted his lust-glazed eyes on the succulently ripe buttocks that face him. With no thought to the pain he was causing her, Harry reached down and parted the twin half-moons and began probing the perspiration filled crevice savagely, his nails scraping the tender ass-flesh and inching ever closer to the hairless little pink hole that lay between them.
"Don't ... Oh, no ... don't..." she cried.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" she wailed again as she felt a brutal finger pressing into her cringing ass-hole, parting the tight little rectal sphincter and forcing into her virginal nether opening.
"Shit, you ain't hurt yet, bitch!" he teased cruelly. "Wait'll I get my cock inside you. Then you'll know what it's like to be really fucked!"
Suddenly, without warning, he shoved the entire length of his distended finger inside her, curving the first joint like an arc, digging and scraping into the warm buttery depths of her anal canal as it plunged deep into her bowels. She screamed again, and Harry snarled out a warning, inserting another finger beside the first and sending a fiery stab of agony through her whole lower body.
She was twisting and bucking violently, trying to get away from the awful impalement, but he gripped her hip tightly with his free hand and forced her back against the horror-filled fingers.
"You're killing me ... Jesus, it hurts ... it hurts!"
But he only giggled wildly and thrust the two fingers even deeper up inside her anal depths, twisting and probing with them until she thought she would faint from the horrible pain of the savage impalement.
Then, mercifully, he pulled them out of her and she started to fall forward onto the floor with relief.
With a savage, soul-shattering lunge, he jerked forward and the tip stretched her anal sphincter and slipped inside the contracting rubbery ring, causing her to scream in agony. It was like a hot poker being forced into her bowels and she almost passed out from the incredible agony.
Behind her, Harry sniggered, watching his huge pole force itself into the hairless hole, his lewdly-charged brain remembering all of the other women he had ass-raped in the past months. There was a smug, self-satisfied smirk on his face as he jerked forward. Another inch of his cock sank into her.
Harry began to slowly fuck in further. His cock was filled with incredible flashes of pure rapture as the cringing girl contracted her ass-hole and tried to keep him from plunging all the way into her ravaged ass-hole. Each cruel sodomizing thrust widened the still tightly resistant rear channel and she was jerking her hips, struggling desperately somehow to lessen the horrible pain that threatened to blow her apart.
"AAAARRGGGHHH!" she wailed as he thundered into her upturned little bottom. She had never imagined anything so horrible and so vowed she would never turn another trick in her life.
Taking his time and savoring every inch of his progress, Harry inched his prick up into her straining back passage, his brutal pleasure increased by her agonized cries. "Oooooohhhh, baby!" he grunted as he pushed his long, hot cock into the tensely throbbing interior of her rectum.
Suddenly his whole lust-charged cock was inside her and his hairy balls were slapping against her inside thigh, adding to her pain. He heaved his thick penis deeper again until his wiry pubic hair was scraping against her buttocks harshly.
He began fucking in and out smoothly, withdrawing his prick until just the tip was lodged inside her contracting ass-hole, then, with brutal cruelty, slamming forward again and hammering his mighty organ deep inside her forever stretched rectum. It seemed to answer a deep, never before satisfied need to punish every woman on the face of the earth.
The brutal strokes continued on and on the savage intensity of his perverted lust increasing until she thought she couldn't stand another minute of it. She was being treated like the whore she was and she knew there was no hope for her. She would have to endure the savage ass-rape until his obscene sickness was satisfied. There was no other hope for her except that he would finish quickly.
"Fuck back you bitch!" Harry ordered, his voice rising and his prick pumping more furiously into the ravaged girl's ass-hole. "Get that ass moving or I,'ll kick the shit out of you when I'm finished!"
She began to grind back against him convulsively, praying that her ordeal would soon be over. Her naked buttocks slammed into him as he lunged forward, flattening them with his savage intensity. The pain was lessening now, but she was still filled with a sense of degradation and unreality. His heatedly-pistoning cock was ripping her apart but her own body had provided lubricating juices in the form of her sweat that ran down her ass-cheeks and onto the scalding shaft.
On and on the brutal rape went. He was like a madman, unable to stop himself as he silently cursed the girl for making him do this to her. She wasn't important to him except as a futile means to an end. He knew that when he pulled his limp cock from her ass-hole he wouldn't be satisfied permanently. He would go craving another woman to humiliate and degrade. And he would find them where ever he went. There would never be any permanent relief for him!
He reared back and slammed into her again this time even harder, jolting her voluptuous flesh, rattling her teeth, making her cry out with renewed agony.
Harry could feel his white-hot sperm building in his lust-aching balls and he fucked harder, anxious for the scalding semen that welled up toward her forever stretched ass-hole to explode inside her.
Suddenly, Harry's huge dangling balls swung into the redhead's pussy and she felt a brand-new sensation. This time it wasn't pain but pleasure that jolted her. Her confused mind reeled with a sense of shame until she realized that his hairy sacs had been beating against her meaty little clitoris. In her most secret thoughts she had never imagined that such a horrible thing could happen to her. Yet there was no denying it. Despite the horrible pain she still occasionally felt in her brutally reamed ass-hole, something else was blotting out the agony. She was rippling with a new excitement. Out of the humiliation and shame, she began to feel voluptuous waves of pleasure that made the pain seem bearable ... yes ... even exciting!
Feeling the strange change in her, Harry thrust his blood-engorged tool deeper and deeper, his hips pumping furiously. The redhead was losing herself in the radiantly sensual feelings that suffused her hotly throbbing clitoris and moaning quietly now as he continued to ravish her.
"You like it, don't you, bitch?" he said to her leering down at the girl's pumping hips. "Go ahead and admit it ... you dirty pigs are all the same! Screaming about how much you hate ass-fucking! But as soon as you get a good stiff cock up your ass-hole you like it!"
"Oooooohhhhh yyyyeeesssss," she answered, desperate now for more and more of the ecstasy he was bringing her with his assault on her love-bud by his furiously swinging balls.
"AH ... AAAHHH ... I'M COMING!" Harry suddenly cried out, tensing his body as the white-hot sperm began to flood into her rectal depths.
The kneeling redhead also felt her own excitement double. Her whole crotch was beginning to burn, but this time it wasn't pain that filled her. She was quivering with the first spasms of her coming orgasm and her heated clitoris was swollen and straining as his balls continued to slap into her.
"Don't stop!" she begged him. "Don't stop NOW!"
Harry was gasping with delight as his white sticky sperm began shooting far up into the tightly convulsing rectum of his latest victim. Beneath his straining body, the redhead felt the boiling, surging river enter her hungrily milking rectum in a hot gush and spread throughout her trembling loins. Her sensually alive body felt as though it were shattering in a million pieces as her eagerly pulsing cuntal sheath gushed its warm liquid in complete response to the heavy, hair testicles that beat against it. Closing her eyes she could see wild explosions behind her eyes.
"More, I want more," she screamed, almost out of her mind with the need for more of the wonderful pleasure she felt for the first time. "Please
But Harry was through with her. After draining the last of his thick, male fluid into her wildly clasping anal canal, he pulled his still half-hard cock from her ass-hole and slumped to the floor, exhausted.
Released from the cruel grip of his hands, the redhead raised her battered young body upwards.
As her lust-charged brain reeled from her obscene experience, she suddenly saw with a gasp of horror that a man's figure was standing in the doorway that led from the front room to the hallway. In a chilling rush of awareness, she realized that it was the heavy-set apartment manager and that he had witnessed the entire obscene spectacle to which she had not only been forced to submit, but which she had come to enjoy. A sudden flood of shame and anger washed over her, and she crumpled in a heap on the floor, wishing she could die.
"What's the matter, baby?" Charlie asked, coming toward the exhausted couple on the floor. "I'll bet you been fucked in the ass in front of people before, right?"
"You bastards!" the redhead suddenly spat out at him. "You fixed this up between yourselves, didn't you? You send this creep up to see me and then came to watch! You Goddamned pervert!"
She was on her hands and knees now, trying to get up so she could rush the fat manager and beat him with her fists. But before she could get up, Harry pushed her back down onto the floor.
"Shut up!" he ordered her. When her cries of protest had stopped, he turned his blazing eyes on Charlie. "You fucking bastard! You gave me all that shit about fixing things up for me! 'She's waiting for you upstairs, Harry!' isn't that what you told me?"
Charlie had begun to laugh at the lewd sight of the pretty redhead so furious with him. Now, he choked back the giggles and a frightened look came into his eyes from the look on Harry's face.
"Hey, kid," he pleaded, "it was a joke. Just a joke! What'd you think? A good-looking bitch like this was going fuck a creep like you willingly?"
He knew he was pushing his luck but he couldn't resist laughing at the youth. To him, Harry was just a puny creep! What did he care about the boy's feelings?
Harry came up from the floor like an exploding animal, flailing at Charlie and sending the heavy-set man falling over a low chair behind him. His fists were everywhere, beating and pummeling the manager until his face was a bloody pulp.
"Jesus, stop it ... stop it, kid..." Charlie begged, trying to cover himself. He felt a terrible pain in his side as Harry kicked him again and again. "You're killing me...! "
Finally, Harry went limp, his rage temporarily subsiding. He stood above his employer, his heart pounding and his whole body shaking. His fists and feet ached and he wondered if he had broken any bones.
Charlie was moaning quietly, rolling around the floor as if afraid that the enraged youth would suddenly begin pounding him again.
The redheaded girl watched in silence, afraid that Harry's violent rage would extend to her if she moved or cried out. Her clothing was on the other side of the room and she was between Harry and the door so escape was impossible.
"Okay, Charlie," Harry said finally, "you got a nice little show. Now you and this cunt are going to put on a little exhibition for me! You and this snatch are gonna entertain me. I want you to get over her and lick my come out of her ass-hole!"
The girl gasped in disbelief. When Charlie made no move to obey him, Harry drew back his foot and kicked the older man again.
"Come on, I'm waiting!" he warned ominously. "Get over her and start sucking ass!"
His whole body protesting, Charlie began crawling over to where the girl waited. He looked up at the enraged Harry but he could see that there was no mercy in the boy's eyes.
'Come on, kid," he pleaded, "can't you take a little joke? Besides, you got to fuck her in the ass, didn't you?"
"Don't make him do that to me," the girl joined in, shame and revulsion washing over her from the lewd thought of the obscenity she was being asked to participate in.
"SHUT UP! BOTH OF YOU!" Harry screamed at them. His eyes were half-closed and there was a strange, almost obsessive look on his face. He knew he couldn't rest until the older, heavy-set manager had been humbled and degraded the way he had been since coming to work for him.
With a deep groan of surrender, the redheaded girl turned around and knelt in front of Charlie. Her breasts pressed into the hard, threadbare carpet and bruised her tender orbs. Her ass was waving invitingly in the air, causing her to flush with embarrassment. She could feel the remains of Harry's sticky sperm oozing out of her ravished ass-hole and running down her quivering thighs. Behind her, Charlie knelt, giving one last pleading look up at the youth.
"Fuck you, you fat creep!" Harry shouted, reveling in the look on Charlie's fat face at being called that. "Start licking that ass-hole right now. And I want you to get your tongue way up inside it, understand? I'm going to check her and I want that thing dry as a bone."
Charlie turned to face the girl's upturned buttocks. Gingerly, he pulled her ass-cheeks apart and looked down at the ravaged little orifice. He winced at the sight. It seemed incredibly obscene to him. The hairless, tiny puckered hole was torn and bruised from the brutal ass-rape and he could see the thin white strings of male sperm oozing out, mixed with fecal matter. Oh Jesus, he thought to himself, I'll never fuck another ass-hole in my life, I swear I won't!
"Get moving, creep!" Harry demanded, coming down to rest on his haunches next to the trembling couple.
Reluctantly, Charlie brought his face down against the ravaged crevice and put his tongue out tentatively.
Harry rapped the man's pear-shaped ass heavily with his fist and Charlie was suddenly propelled into the girl's upturned crotch. He began licking, tentatively at first, on her torn ass-hole, tasting the salty-sweet male come.
"Grind your ass back against his face," Harry demanded of the girl and she obeyed quickly, not wanting him to slap her.
In a moment the obscene couple were locked together by the older man's tongue stuck as far as it would go in the twisting girl's ass-hole. He licked and sucked the sperm out, desperately trying to think of something anything else! His nostrils were filled by the pungent aromas of Harry's body and the girl's juices.
Despite herself, the redhead felt a surge of erotic pleasure and involuntarily began to move her ass back and forth in a rotating motion against the tongue that licked her.
"You ought to be happy, Charlie," Harry laughed. "You're turning her on!"
Charlie groaned and continued his obscene licking. He pulled his tongue out of the girl's contracting ass-hole and started to lick the sticky male fluid off her tender inside thighs. He worked quickly, his face rubbing against the delicate fluttering lips of her cunt. The gleaming, velvety lips were gaping and open to him, exposing the pinkly velvet inner channel and it was all he could do to concentrate on what he was doing instead of sucking that I By God, he thought, I won't give this little creep the satisfaction of sucking cunt while he's watching!
The coppery taste of Harry's sperm was making him gag but he knew he had to continue or face the youth's irrational wrath again. There was no telling what Harry might do to him. He wished desperately that he had been more friendly to the thin youth. They could have been good friends could have shared each other's sexual escapades, just like they had done with the two girl's in the apartment that night. His cock was rising rapidly as he thought of the wild night of sucking and fucking with Harry's two victims Sarah and Barbi! Stop it! he thought to himself. Stop it!
Harry was watching with lust-glazed eyes, thoroughly enjoying the degradation of the older man. For the first time in months he powerful and able to control events. Never again would he become a foolish pawn in someone's perverted idea of humor. He was in charge now able to command the couple on the floor to do anything he wanted no matter how humiliating or obscene.
Suddenly he had an idea. He would punish Charlie even more. Make his revenge even sweeter! He grabbed a nearby lamp and pulled the cord off, stripping the twin wires apart. Satisfied, he bent down behind the ass-sucking man.
"Stick your hands back here, you fucking creep!" He loved the word. I'll bet he doesn't call anyone else that for the rest of his damned life he thought as Charlie reluctantly bent his arms back around his body.
"What are you doing?" the startled man cried, pulling his head from the gaping crotch, when he felt his wrists suddenly being tied tightly. There was real panic in his voice.
"Just shut up and keep licking ass-hole!" Harry replied, pulling the strong wires tight. He could see rolls of fat flesh where the wire cut into Charlie's wrists, but he didn't care.
He watched for a few minutes longer and then pulled the man off the moaning girl. She seemed to be on the verge of another orgasm from the tongue plunging into her crotch and she protested when she felt the man come away from her behind.
Harry stilled her cries of protest with a raised fist.
"I want you to do something for him now," he laughed. The redhead's face was wrinkled in confusion and her eyes darted back and forth between the two men. "I want you to suck his cock for him! But real slow, understand? I don't want him to come until I tell you!"
The girl moved quickly, kneeling in front of Charlie and unzipping his trousers. She pulled his hardened cock out of his pants and ovaled her mouth. The tiny pink tip of her tongue came out to touch the massive shaft and she didn't flinch. This was something that she understood! She had long ago lost tract of the number of cocks she had sucked. Not that she enjoyed it, of course. But it was sometimes quicker and less painless than letting some stranger labor over her body.
"Go on, suck it!" Harry ordered.
There was a look of rapture on the fat man's face as her head came down and her lips closed over the knob of his cock. He sighed aloud as the huge shaft slid easily into her dark, warm oral cavern. Her tongue whipped around the shaft expertly, teasing and nibbling at the heated organ, pulling and milking it obscenely, bringing him to orgasm the way she so often did to men.
Harry was smiling and fondling his own cock lewdly as the cock-sucking went on. He could see that Charlie was thoroughly enjoying this reveling in the smooth oral strokes that enveloped his throbbing cock and made his balls swell and ache with his seed.
"Not too fast, bitch!" Harry called out to the girl. "I want it to be good and slow. Make him beg you to finish him."
Harry pulled her body around so that her lewdly inviting ass was facing him. Her nakedly quivering cunt as gaping and open to his eyes and he began rubbing it sensuously, almost without thinking about what he was doing. His rapidly rubbing fingers moved through the glistening, hair-covered cuntal lips like a knife through butter, and the girl shivered as his fingertips touched her straining, meatly clitoris.
"Like that, baby?" he whispered to her. He smiled to himself as she began nodding her head rapidly up and down. "Good. Want me to get your rocks off for you?"
She nodded vigorously again. Laughing softly, he began to play her cunt as if it were a rare and valuable violin, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Her body humped back at him and she moved her pelvis around in a lewd, frantic motion that left no question in his mind as to what she desired.
Harry suddenly felt the warm cuntal juices pour down over his fingers and heard her moan out her orgasm softly. He pulled his hand from her crotch and parted her buttocks, rising up on his knees, his throbbing cock pointed directly at the tiny puckered opening. With a sudden, savage movement he impaled her again, this time stretching her ass-hole wide with the first brutal lunge.
Harry began fucking smoothly and powerfully in and out, all the time watching for the expression of impending ecstasy on the older man's face. Charlie had his eyes closed and his face was contorted with frustrated lust from the girl's tongue holding him from the blast of his orgasm.
Then, without warning, Charlie's expression changed and a slow, smug smile flashed across his fat lips. Harry knew that his climax would be exploding into the girl's mouth in a few moments and he bent over the redhead's body.
"Is he ready?" he asked hoarsely.
She nodded her head, slowing the movement of her tongue on the heated shaft.
"Good," Harry said in a quiet voice, completely relaxed now. "Now bite his cock as hard as you can without biting it completely off. I want him hurtl"
She hesitated for a second and then brought her teeth together in a savage grip.
"AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!" Charlie screamed in terrible agony. His eyes flew open and he tried desperately to pull away from the girl's mouth. He could see blood oozing out of the sides of her cock-stuffed oral cavity as stars exploded in the back of his brain and a searing sheet of fire consumed him.
The girl hung on like a terrier for a few seconds and then relaxed her jaws and let him pull his cock out of her mouth. He was still screaming as he fell back on the floor and tried to pull his wire-wrapped wrists apart. Every nerve in his body was afire and he could see the blood-seeping tooth marks that circled his rapidly deflating cock.
My God, he thought wildly, she's bitten it off!
Harry watched with relish, a wide smile on his face, his cock still rammed deeply into the girl's ass-hole. He could feel her thrusting back against his loins, inviting him to begin fucking her unmercifully ravaged ass-opening again. She turned and looked back over her shoulder at the chuckling youth, a little frightened by what she saw, but unable to bear the terrible frustration she felt as she remembered the delicious intensity of her previous orgasm.
"Do it," she called out to him urgently. "Fuck my ass-hole! DO ITTTTTTTTTT!"
But Harry brutally pulled his cock out of the girl's greedily sucking ass-hole and stood up. She was moaning and pleading with him, but he ignored her as he pulled on his jeans and t-shirt. Once dressed, he walked over to where Charlie lay in the throes of an agony so horrible that he could only groan and yelp out the pain that filled every nerve in his body.
"Charlie," he said slowly, looking down at the pain-wracked older man, "I'm sorry to have to tell you that I'm quitting. I'll pick up my things downstairs and be gone in a half an hour or so. In the meantime I want you two..." he paused and looked at the desperate redheaded girl, " ... I want you two to stay in this apartment and not make a move. If you come out of here before I leave or ever tell anyone about this I'll kill you both. Understand?"
The girl nodded quickly, but Charlie could only groan, lost in his own painful misery. He seemed uncomprehending.
"Don't worry," the girl whispered, "I'll make sure you've got plenty of time to split. And don't worry about either of us going to the police ... they'd laugh us out of town!"
Harry nodded and went toward the door. He stopped there and glanced back at the obscene tableau before opening. Then, he lifted his thin arm and waved at the girl.
"You staying here?" he called out to her. "I mean, in this apartment?"
She shrugged.
"Probably not," she replied. "I'm afraid I wouldn't be too welcome now that your fat friend won't be able to use his cock for a few weeks. Why?"
"Oh, I don't know. I thought I might look you up when and if I ever get back to L.A."
"But how will you be able to find me?"
Harry smiled with a mixture of mirth and sadness.
"Some night you'll wake up in your bedroom and I'll be standing there ready for a little ass-fucking! Yeh, I'll find you all right. You or somebody just like you!"
He was still smiling as he went out into the hallway and closed the door behind him.
And the voluptuous redheaded girl knew that he would.
