Divorce on a man or woman's part too many times may not be an indication that the ex-mate was unsuitable. Rather, implied is the real possibility that the person himself or herself is unsatisfactory in relations with members of the opposite sex.
What may easily be characterized as a bad relationship, however, may be much better than the individual realizes-especially when compared to the depths of perversity in man that is usually kept hidden.
In simple social situations, humans tend to disguise their true selves. Marriage has a habit of wearing some of the veneer and luster off an individual. But there is much worse, the sudden shedding of social graces by a man entirely outside the law.
Under the gloss coating of civilization there dwells a cesspool of cruelty and inhumanity which feeds only on self-satisfaction and self-realization.
As the woman in this novel realizes, it is not that love is so great that makes it wonderful, but that the lack of love can be so terrible in human sexual relations.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
It was late afternoon, and Ilene was happy her stint would soon be over. Clerking in a liquor store was not exactly her idea of kicks. But then, nothing was kicks, anymore.
Ilene Mallory was twenty-seven years old. She was utterly beautiful, and could have been almost anything she'd wanted to be. Yet she had chosen to end up as a clerk in a liquor store, trying to forget her past.
Her eyes were hazel and twinkled behind the thick lensed glasses she had to wear in order to see. She had a short, cute, turned up nose, and full, pouting lips. Her wavy brown hair had been cut short and neatly styled to flatter her pretty face.
Her vital statistics were thirty-six (B), twenty-four, thirty-seven, but she kept it all covered with a neat, hand-tailored blouse and grey suit, even if the skirt was almost mini. And seated as she was behind the counter, near the cash register, no one was able to see her prefectly formed legs and columnar thighs.
Ilene had been married twice and divorced twice. Both husbands were good men, excellent providers, and wonderful lovers. But both men had the same hangups. Perhaps all men had these hangups. This was the reason for Ilene's avoiding them. Not that she was some kind of icicle, even though one had claimed she'd had a ramrod for a backbone. In bed she had been all fire and lava, until ... until ... each of her husbands had insisted on trying something other than the normal way to fornicate. One of them had tried to get her to put his penis into her mouth. The mere idea disgusted her. She'd divorced him almost immediately after he'd tried forcing her to suck.
The second husband had promised he would never do such a thing. She had made him promise it before they'd gotten married, and he'd kept his promise. His problem was Greek. He'd had a thing for her rectum, and she'd even let him try forcing his penis in there once or twice before finally giving up on him, as well.
No more marriage for her. There were just too many hangups involved. Hell! Since her last divorce she hadn't been to bed with any man at all, afraid she would be asked to use her mouth or her asshole. The hell with that. She'd be more than happy to let a good, solid cock slide into her cunt, but that was the only place a cock belonged. And rather than risk having to take one in her mouth or feeling it in her asshole, she would just as soon abstain altogether. It was driving her crazy, keeping her from sleeping nights, but she firmly resolved to have nothing more to do with men.
There were three men browsing through the liquor store at the moment. She could tell none of them were big spenders. One was looking in the champagne section, but she knew he wouldn't buy any. Working in the store more than four months, she had come to know people fairly well. She could tell the browsers from the shoppers. She could also spot the ordinary drinker from the lush despite the fact that many lushes looked like sober, ordinary citizens when they walked into the store.
Her mind was somewhere far away when she became aware of the three men standing in front of her. They were the same three who had been browsing, only one of them was pointing something at her while one of the others was holding an open paper bag up.
"The cash register," the short, hard-faced one was saying. "Open it!"
Ilene realized she was staring at a gun. And the three men were more likely in their late teens, and not men at all. All three were dark-haired. One was very short, no more than five feet five inches, her own height. He was the hard-faced one with the straight nose and the piercing eyes. His hair was a brown slash across his forehead. He was the one holding the gun.
The second man was three or four inches taller than the first. He had a round, moon face, though his body had no fat on it. He was wearing glasses and also had a smile on his face. It was one of those perpetual smiles. He was holding the paper bag.
The third one had the most boyish face of the trio, this despite his being six feet five inches tall. He was also the most nervous one of the trio, constantly looking out the window.
Ilene was frozen with instant fear. She didn't know what to do. The moonfaced man punched a button on the cash register and it opened. He reached in and scooped out all the bills. There was close to five hundred dollars in there.
"Someone's coming," the tall one said. "Howie, let's get outta here."
"You stupid fool," the skinny one snapped.
"Why'd you have to call out my name. Now she not only has a good description of us, but also has my name. I'm gonna have to snuff her."
Snuff? Kill? He wanted to kill her. God! What kind of an animal could he be? She hadn't done a thing to him. She hadn't even moved or blinked. Why would he want to kill her?
"Knock it off," the moonfaced one said. "No one here wants a murder rap."
"She'll be screaming her fucking head off before we're half a block away," the one called Howie argued.
"C'mon, c'mon," the tall one yelled. "He'll be comin' in here any second. We gotta get outta here."
"We have the car parked in the lot in back," the moonfaced man was saying to Ilene. "You have a choice. You either come with us, or Howie here, shoots."
Shuddering, Ilene got off the stool and began walking with the three men as they headed for the rear of the store. The tall man blocked her view of the front, and as they walked out the back door, she could hear the bell over the front door ring, letting her know someone was in the store. But the gun pressing into her side made her keep her mouth shut.
"Stan, you drive," the one called Howie ordered.
"Why me?" the tall man argued.
"Because Marvin and I are gonna sit in the back with the chick here and make sure she don't open her kisser. And you're too tall to sit in the back."
They got into an old four-door Impala with Ilene between Howie, the sharp-faced one, and Marvin, the moon-faced one. Stan, the tall one, got behind the wheel. He started the car up and pulled out of the parking lot.
"Drive slow," Howie insisted. "No one even knows we ripped the place off, yet. By the time they find out, we're gonna be a long way away from here."
"And you are gonna be nice and quiet the whole time," Marvin smiled at Ilene, his moon face positively beaming.
"Oh she's gonna be quiet all right," Howie said. "She's gonna be quiet 'cause she ain't gonna be able to say nothin'."
Ilene gasped as he waved the pistol in front of her face.
"Don't shoot me," she pleaded. "Please, don't shoot me."
"You're gonna be a nice kid and do just like I say. First, slide off those panties from under your skirt."
Ilene looked at him as if he were some kind of crazy nut. Did he think he was going to fuck her at a time like this, in a moving car?
"Panties off!" the sharp-faced man insisted, cocking the hammer of his gun.
Ilene reached under her skirt and tugged the elastic waistband of her panties down over her wide hips. Once she had the panties over her ankles, she felt the one called Howie tug them out of her hand and stuff them into his jacket pocket. All three men were wearing light brown tweed sportcoats.
"Now you start kissing Marvin," Howie insisted. "You kiss him like you mean it, 'cause the more you kiss him, the less likely I am to put a slug in you."
Trembling, Ilene stared at Marvin's moon face for a moment and wondered how she would be able to kiss him without being revolted. But Howie's gun made her mind up for her.
Removing her glasses, she tucked them in the breast pocket of her suit. Marvin had removed his own glasses, putting them in his shirt pocket. She felt his arm slide around her, and then his thin lips were clamping themselves on hers. The adrenalin working inside her made her respond immediately. Without realizing it, she parted her lips and felt his tongue slide into her mouth. It rasped against hers, making her shiver.
My God! she thought, and suddenly realized her body was responding automatically. It had been without sex much too long, and it was craving some sort of relief.
She noticed Stan, the tall one, was driving the car away from the main streets and crowded thoroughfares.
"See," Howie smiled. "Now she can't scream or call out, can she."
But Ilene wasn't listening to Howie. She was concentrating on kissing Marvin. His tongue was lodged all the way into her mouth, probing, licking, tickling her teeth, touching her gums, making her feel hot and bothered all over. She was reacting so as to encourage Marvin to go farther, even though her own mind was terrified.
Her mouth was all hung up on the kiss, and she never noticed when the one called Stan took the car out into open country. Marvin's hands were holding her tight. One of them had moved around front and was caressing her tits through her suit jacket. She shivered, partly from fear, but partly from desire. It had been so long. And still his mouth didn't leave hers.
As she felt the last of her lipstick being eaten off by Marvin's voracious mouth, she felt another pair of hands grab her ass. She jerked her butt, but then felt a slap against it as Howie's voice said, "You keep that sweet little ass still, honey. I like it. I like it a lot. I was admiring the way it was perched on the stool back at the store. I figured I'd just love to play with it. Well now I have it here, don't I. So I'm gonna play with it."
He was crazy, Ilene decided. He had made her remove her panties so he could play with her behind while the one called Marvin kept her hot and bothered with his kisses.
"Christ!" Howie continued. "You look so goddamn sexy in that suit. Shit! If you were my bird I'd make y'wear it to bed every night."
"Hey you guys," Stan called out from the front seat. "This isn't doin' me much good, lookin' at you in the rearview mirror."
"You'll get yours," Howie assured him. "Just get us where we're goin', first."
"We're there," Stan told him.
Ilene picked her head up and saw they were driving through a pair of high iron gates attached to an equally high brick wall. They were on some kind of estate.
"You sure your boss won't be back for a few more weeks?" Marvin was asking.
"Positive," Howie nodded, squeezing Ilene's ass. His fingers dug deeply into her cheeks, making her yelp with pain. "The whole family's on a European vacation. As the only guard here, I was told to hire two more to help watch this place. You two are the guys I've hired. You're gonna get paid for bein' here."
"If you have jobs, why did you rob the store?" Ilene asked, breaking her silence.
"Lucky f you this ain't a permanent job," Howie told her. "Otherwise you'd be dead now. You behave and I'll let Stan and Marvin take you with 'em when they get outta here, the day before my employer gets back. Yer also lucky you were kissin' Marvin and didn't see where we went."
She felt his hand continuing to rub her ass, and then move toward her cunt. His finger slid into her juicing crack, and she realized she was all wet in there.
"Hey, your cunt is nice and hot," Howie said, smiling. "That's another reason you're gonna stay alive. You're the only ass on this place, alone with the three of us. We're gonna need you."
"You didn't answer my question," Ilene said.
"It ain't none of your business, chick. But if y'really wanna know, guardin' this place became very boring. We needed kicks. That liquor store job was just that. But now that we got you here, we're gonna have all the kicks we need."
Stan stopped the car at the rear of the large house, and they all got out.
"Aintcha gonna tie her up?" Stan asked, as they entered the house.
"Why should I?" Howie asked. "There ain't no way she'd be able to get outta here. Everything's closed off electronically, and she don't know where the switches are. Telephone service has been cut off so she can't try callin' out. We're too far from any road for her to throw out notes in a bottle. The walls and gates are too high for her to climb. She ain't goin' nowhere but where we say."
"I'm all worked up," Marvin told him. "I wanna fuck her."
"Me too," Howie nodded. "You wanna join in, too?" he asked Stan.
"Not now," the tall man replied. "If you guys don't mind I'd rather have her by myself. I don't like sharing."
"Suit yourself," Howie laughed, and grabbing Ilene's elbow, ushered her into the living room.
Marvin moved right along with them, and when they got near the large, expensive divan, he pulled her down and began kissing her again.
Ilene was terrified. She knew her only hope was to do whatever these men said. The one called Howie was crazy enough to kill her. And even if life wasn't exactly a bowl of cherries, she was in no mood to give it all up.
Howie plucked her glasses from her pocket and smashed them, saying, "This'll make sure she don't try goin' nowhere. Those were thick lenses. Without 'em she's blind as a bat."
She felt Marvin grab her and bite her lips, and once again she automatically responded, unable to help herself. She needed sex a lot more than she'd believed. His tongue was deep inside her mouth, licking her palate, making her shudder madly. She was frightened, yet unexplainably excited. She felt his tongue touch sensitive spots not even her husbands had reached. And all the while his hands roved over her body, rubbing the palms against her.
His hands grabbed her by the hair, and he pulled her face back. Looking into her hazel eyes, he said, "I could rape you. Maybe I will, unless you do like I say. Rape is okay for guys like Howie, but I like my pussy hot and willing. You're gonna be fucked, willing or not. You're gonna be fucked every way you can imagine. It's up to you whether or not y'like it. But I'm tellin' you now, it's gonna happen. And it's gonna start right now. But if you do the work, it ain't gonna be nearly as painful. Dig?"
He lay back against the couch, and Ilene instinctively knew he was telling the truth. There was no way she could avoid rape. But she could avoid its unpleasantness. Shaking, trembling, she leaned forward and kissed him, letting her tongue move gently through his hot mouth, touching all the erotic areas he had teased in her mouth. She could tell he was enjoying her supposedly being the aggressor. Being aggressive was something new to her. She had always had the so-called passive role with her husbands. But being aggressive excited her. She'd never before known just how much she could enjoy being the active partner. She kissed him with such fervid strength, at one point she was afraid she would cream all over her thighs. Only the chilling touch of Howie's fingers on her ass kept her body under control.
She was lying on top of him now, still kissing him hard, rubbing her body against his. She was getting even hotter and wondered what was wrong with her. Why was she allowing herself to react this way. Was she some kind of whore underneath her veneer of polish? She'd been graduated with honors at one of the nation's largest universities. At one time, prior to her marriages, she had been preparing to go into the world of high fashion as a designer, and she would have made good. Now she felt like some cheap, ten dollar tart.
Her heat was transmitting itself to Marvin. She could feel his fingers all but biting her shoulders as his hands squeezed.
"Fuck this!" Marvin suddenly exploded at Howie. "You wanna screw her while she's still wearin' her clothes, you do it another time. I want her cunt bareass-naked. I wanna see her tits and her thighs."
He shoved her back and slid out from under her, getting to his feet. He began yanking at her jacket, popping off the buttons as he pulled it open. Ilene felt herself becoming more and more excited and aroused. Marvin's hands tore her jacket off, then ripped her blouse, as well. As he pulled it off he was also pulling down her skirt. He left her stockings and garters on, not so much because of their so-called sexy look, but because they weren't in the way. Her bra came off without having to be torn, and she now lay on the couch, a white-skinned, lovely, adorable wonder.
"That's what I want," Marvin muttered.
Ilene felt her body exposed to the eyes of the three men. Stan was sitting in a far corner, the total observer, though his eyes were brightly lit at the sight of her. Howie couldn't help but admire the swell of her hips as he ran his hands over them. His eyes were staring at the way her large, solid breasts bobbled each time she breathed. They were brown-tipped, with light brown aureolae haloing her large, quarter-sized nipples. The flesh of her breasts was a milk-white, and faint blue veins could be seen tracing their way through them.
Marvin was yanking off his own clothing, not bothering to waste time, staring. He could always stare, later. Right now, he wanted to fuck her.
Ilene looked at Marvin's naked body and marveled at how solidly he was built. His entire body was a piece of granite from neck to ankles. And the hot, hard cock he wielded was something to behold. Neither of her husbands had sported anything like it. It was a fantastic tool, at least eight inches in length and two and a half inches around. It stood before her eyes, close enough so she could see in spite of not wearing her glasses. The solid, pink-white staff jutted proudly out. It was so vivid, so alive, glowing and shimmering with lively colors. As she stared at the meaty shaft, she watched it change to a vibrant pink. The huge, bulb-shaped dome at the tip seemed to glisten with its own secretions, making it shine. She hated to admit it, but the sight of it made her mouth salivate. She wanted to feel it buried all the way between her thighs.
Heavy viscous oils ran down her inner thighs, and the one called Howie began catching the flow with his fingers and rubbing it into her white flesh.
Marvin sat on the couch and polled her close to him. He grabbed her knees and yanked them onto the couch, outside his thighs, letting her leaking split hover over his upstanding cock. Ilene felt his hands grip her asscheeks as she let him guide her forward until she could feel the knobby point tickling her wet, vaginal lips.
She was shuddering and shaking as never before, the fright adding spice to the feelings of lust running through her. She wanted this moon-faced man to fuck her. In spite of the kidnapping and his almost allowing the sharp-faced Howie to kill her, she wanted to feel his thick, heavy cock push its way up into her creaming cunt. God, yes! She wanted to be laid. She wanted it more than anything else at that moment.
Marvin's hands pressed on the bottom of her spine, forcing her lower, lower, lower, and suddenly she felt the thick, swollen glans pushing into her steaming split. The very thickness was something totally new to her, and she didn't think she would be able to take it. But as it pushed its way deeper, wedging the head firmly between her labial flaps, she realized her tight cunt was stretching to accept the full breadth of this massive pole. It was working its way slowly into her, making her grunt and shout a weak, "Oooooooh!"
"You got her, Marv," Howie was yelling. "You got her good. Push it all the way in now. Stuff the full length of that cock into her tight cunt."
"Yes, yes," she heard herself whispering. "Fuck me!"
"You're all right, kid," Marvin told her, and pressed his hands on her shoulders. Slowly, very slowly, her cunt moved lower, a little at a time, slurping the heavy thickness of his seething meat inside. Oh Christ! What a fantastic feeling! She couldn't believe how good it felt, and from a total stranger. She had always been certain love was the most important thing when it came to fucking. Now, for the first time, she was coming to realize one could fuck without being in love. More important, one could enjoy it.
She felt Marvin pulling her against him as he lowered his head and opened his mouth. Her left nipple was moving between his lips and she felt his tongue lick it as if it were some kind of foreign delicacy. She was enjoying it, she was really enjoying it.
And then she felt something that instantly wiped all the pleasurable sensations from her body. She felt Howie's fingers tinkering with her asshole.
"No," she begged. "Don't do that. Don't do that."
"The hell I won't," Howie snapped. "This cunt of yours is stuffed with Marv's cock. And I'm an ass man, anyway. I love assholes. I'm gonna stick this wang right into it."
When she half-turned her head, she saw Howie was stark naked, waving what looked like a finger protruding from between his thighs. It was his cock. It was as tiny as Marvin's was large. And he was wiggling it proudly around, as if it were something to be proud of.
Even so, she didn't want it lodged in her ass. She hated the feel of anything in her ass. It made her feel as if she were eliminating.
"No!" she yelled, and tried standing up, to unhook herself from Marvin's probing prick.
"Yes!" Howie screamed, forcing her down. She felt the heavy cock shoot through her quim channel and lodge its head against her cervical opening. Oh God! The thrust of Marvin's thick penis felt so good. Why did Howie have to try and ruin it by shoving his own thing into her.
Marvin pulled her upper torso down toward him, pressing his hairy chest against her large, round, pillowy tits. His arms locked themselves around her back and held her tightly against him, exposing her asscrack to Howie's glittering eyes.
She felt him run his finger up and down the tight crevice, made even tighter by her straining to keep her cheeks together.
"C'mon," Howie ordered. "Open up and let me play with that asshole for awhile."
"No!" she grunted, squeezing the word out because Marvin's arms held her so tightly.
"Well see," Howie laughed. "Hey Marvin, you hold her steady now. I'm gonna use my tongue on her ass, and I don't want to lick that cock of yours by mistake. You just keep it buried all the way inside her squishy cunt, huh?"
"That'll ... uhhhh ... be a pleasure ... uhhh ... Howie," Marvin replied, his moon face still smiling.
Ilene felt the pressure of his arms increase, and the tension around her back and chest increased, equally. She felt her heavy tits really rubbing against the steel wool of his chest, irritating her nipples, making them stand up all the more.
"Don't let him do it," she whispered into Marvin's ear. 'I'll do anything you want if you keep him out of there."
"But what I want is to eventually fit my own cock into your ass," Marvin laughed. "And the only way I can hope to do that is if Howie's piddling pidookie manages to get in, first. You just stop struggling and relax. Let your asscheeks open up and loosen your sphincter. Howie'll slide right in. It won't even hurt."
"No!" Ilene insisted, gritting her teeth. "Y'know, Howie could shove his gun in yer ear. That'd make you relax in one helluva hurry. So why don't you cooperate so we don't have to force you."
Before she could reply, Ilene suddenly felt a chillingly cold trickle touch the bottom of her spine. It was Howie's tongue. He had his arms gripping her hips, licking the top of her ass crack, slowly moving down. She tightened her asscheeks all the harder, not wanting to admit his tongue between her cheeks.
"No," she cried. "No, no, no, don't do it. Please don't do it. Oh no!"
His tongue was licking between her asscheeks a little lower, still not able to penetrate too deeply. She felt the slick, wet, oral digit slide up and down, touching both cheeks at once where they came together.
"God!" Howie murmured, his breath hot against her asscheeks. "She has a fabulous ass. I can still taste the soap she used on it. Man, this is my kind of ass. Nice and clean, and waiting to be used."
His tickling tongue licked again, and for a short instant Ilene relaxed her body, and she suddenly felt him poke his tongue just a fraction of an inch deeper.
"Uhhhh...." She yelped, almost jumping up. But Marvin's arms were still tightly wrapped around her, and she could feel his matted chest cushioning the pressure on her heavy tits.
Howie's tongue, now inserted between her cheeks about an eighth of an inch, licked straight up, then straight down, making her rotate her body, so she could feel the pressure of Marvin's cock sloshing around inside her tight nest.
"Ooooooh wow!" Marvin muttered, exhaling. "This is great. Lady, you have one swell cunt. Hey, since we're gonna be here for awhile and you know our names, how about you telling us your name?"
"Ilene," she grunted, feeling Howie's tongue push into her crack a little deeper.
She hated to admit it, but for the first time she was enjoying the pressure of something in the crack of her ass. It was wet and slick and tickling.
Marvin pressed his mouth into the side of her throat, and his kiss seemed to burn into her esophagus. Her own lips responded by kissing his cheek, then his mouth as he turned his face up to her. She felt his tongue lick between her lips at the same time she felt Howie's tongue sink a little farther between her asscheeks.
Her mouth opened wide to admit Marvin's seeking digit, and she relaxed her asscheeks completely, letting Howie's tongue sink all the way in. It touched her wiggling asshole and for an instant she jumped. Only Marvin's arms, still wrapped around her back, held her down. But her asscheeks remained relaxed as she felt Howie's hands rub them. The pressure of his licking tongue at the hot core of her asshole sent mad shivers chugging up and down her spine, and she writhed madly, making a point of keeping her asscheeks relaxed so she could continue enjoying the feel of Howie's tongue pressing against it.
Her own mouth continued to crush against Marvin's, licking at his tongue as it washed through her mouth.
"God, can you fuck," Marvin whispered when she peeled her lips from his. "You're fantastic."
She felt Howie's hands part her asscheeks a bit more, then felt him press his face solidly against her buttocks as he pushed his tongue far up into her ass. Her sphincter, totally relaxed, shuddered and tightened for an instant, almost pulling the tongue out of Howie's mouth by the roots. But he seemed not to let it faze him as he continued pushing his teasing tongue into her hot ass. It made her writhe all the more, and her wriggling made her cunt squirm all the more tightly around Marvin's solid meat.
Her asshole was literally leaking moisture, and she wondered how it could be. She had no heavy mucous membranes in there. But then she realized Howie was pushing saliva into her with his tongue, working it around and greasing her tight anal channel.
"Okay," Howie whispered to Marvin. "Now we make the try. Hold her tight."
"What are you trying to do?" Ilene asked.
"All I'll tell ya is, if y'tighten yer ass, I'll whack the hell outta yer cheeks. You just keep it loose, y'hear?"
"Don't hurt me," Ilene begged, rotating her hips around the solid pole Marvin had deeply embedded in her seething pussy.
"You're gonna love it," Howie promised. "Just keep that luscious asshole relaxed, got me?"
He stood, and she felt him pressing his body against hers. And then she knew what he was trying to do as she felt him push his solid little cock head against her shuddering asshole. At first she automatically tightened up and each time she did so, Howie smacked her asscheeks.
"Relax," he yelled. "Open those goddamn buttocks."
Howie pressed down on her shoulders to help keep all of Marvin's cock stuffed way up inside her shivering cunt. Then he pressed his rubbery cock head against her asshole again. Ilene concentrated on keeping her body loose and relaxed. She kissed Marvin hard, sucking on his tongue as if it were a candy stick, feeling her asscheeks being strained they were being tugged so far apart.
"Shit!" Howie murmured. "Her asshole's still not ready. But I'll make it ready. Marvin, you keep pumping your cock into her cunt."
"Right!" Marvin muttered, easing his hold on her spine just a little.
He felt her body rise up slightly, then he pressured it to slam back down again, and Ilene thought she would pass out from the exquisite ecstasy.
Another tickling feeling seemed to come to her, and she realized Howie was using his finger on her asshole, spitting on it first, then rubbing it against her wrinkled pucker. He pushed after awhile, and Ilene felt her body tense. He slapped her buns and she relaxed. Then he pressed his wet fingertip to her asshole again, and pushed. She felt something giving, and suddenly there was the pressure of something sliding into her ass. She wanted to rise, but Marvin held her too tightly. He was grinding his own thighs circularly, rotating his cock in her seething pussy channel.
Marvin's rotating caused her to rotate her own body, feeling the thrill of the weighty cock push into her. It reamed her cunt-hollow again and again, but even funnier was the feeling from behind. As she continued grinding her body on Marvin's solid fuckpole, she also felt Howie's finger rotating, pushing, pressing, wiggling, and suddenly the finger was in up to the first knuckle.
Damn! It hurt. Not much, but it still hurt. Ilene took a deep breath and waited, and then she felt her asshole being stretched and Howie's finger wiggling into her a little deeper. The hurt began to dissipate and she felt the finger moving in even more. She continued rotating her body, screwing it around the heavy cock plugging her taut cunt while Howie's finger continued spiraling into her ass.
She felt the finger push a little deeper and realized her own sphinctral ring was tugging it in, sucking it all the way up into her ass channel. She could feel a strange pressure as the finger rubbed against the membrane separating her anus from her cunnus. The answering pressure of Marvin's cock in her cunt enhanced the sensations even more.
Howie's finger was continuing to move around and around in her asshole, tugging on it, trying to widen it. Soon she felt him force another finger into her. Now he applied pressure with both fingers, widening her asshole even more.
"Now," Howie yelled, and yanked his fingers out.
She felt the head of his cock rubbing against her asshole. Suddenly she was afraid. More ice seemed to trickle down her spine. She could feel Howie's thumbs parting her asscheeks as the head of his cock rested against the rubbery ring of muscle guarding the entrance to her ass.
Marvin's arms seemed to tighten all the more around her body as Howie lunged forward. Pain shot through her body, and she saw flashing colored lights as she heard Howie grunt.
"Uhhhhh!" he resounded. "What a fuckin' tight asshole. Shee-it! This has got to be the all time tightest asshole that's ever existed!"
And then the slender cock was pressing into her anus.
Ilene wanted to scream how much it hurt, but she couldn't because Marvin's mouth was covering hers, kissing hers, sucking on her tongue. All she could do was utter funny sounds in her throat and let the vibrations carry into Marvin's mouth.
"Ooooh God! What a great asshole!" Howie announced, and shoved a little harder.
Ilene felt the knob of his small cock push its way a bit deeper into her rectum and she writhed, trying to tighten her sphincter in an effort to keep him out. But Marvin's screwing cock, grinding into her seething cunt, caused her entire body to relax, and Howie was pushing in deep enough so that the tightening of her sphincter only served to suck him in all the deeper.
The scraping of his hard cock as it rasped against the walls of her ass caused more pain. She shuddered, fearing his cock might actually be tearing membranes and tissues in her tight ass.
Then, through the pain, she felt the heaviness of the two penises in her body, separated only by a thin membrane of flesh. They rubbed against one another, and in so doing, rubbed against her flesh, causing her to feel a new, perverse kind of pleasure. It was a small one, not nearly large enough to compensate for the pain his slim cock was causing in her ass.
Now the two cocks began rubbing back and forth, moving in unison, making her feel like some trapped animal in a living cage. They pulled back together and plundered forward at the same time. The one in her aching cunt was causing her frustration and desire, while the one in her ass was causing continuing, albeit diminishing pain. They rubbed in and out, in and out, making her body shudder.
She could feel the oil secreted from Howie's slender cock greasing her ass channel even more, making the way a little smoother. The pain was slowly beginning to diminish, now. She was grateful Howie's pecker was so thin. A fat one, one like Marvin's, plugging away in her ass, would have ripped her anal channel to pieces. And to think she wouldn't allow either of her husbands to do this to her. Maybe she would have been better off had she permitted it. She wouldn't have been feeling the pain she had, now.
The pain was slowly fading even though Howie wasn't slowing down at all. He kept plunging his tool in and out of her ass, but thrilling sensations were building higher and higher inside her; sensations she'd never known before.
My God! she thought, feeling the thinner penis sliding back and forth in her ass. What a fool I've been. It feels good! It really feels good! I never realized being fucked in the ass could feel so terrific.
"Hey Stan," Howie called out. "Whyn'tyou come on over and join the fun?"
"No thanks," the hoarse voice of the tall one called Stan, replied. "I told you guys, I don't share my action with anyone else."
"It's either share, or get sloppy thirds," Howie laughed.
"I'll take it when I'm ready for it, not when you guys want me to take it."
"Aaah, fuck you," Howie laughed.
"You mean fuck you," Marvin said to Howie, and the two of them laughed together as they went on pumping their hard dicks into Ilene's body.
"God bless us every fuck," Howie laughed.
Ilene felt her heat building higher and higher. Oh God! She was going to come. She could feel it. What was more, from the rapid way they were plunging their cock back and forth, she knew the two boys were going to come, as well.
Prior to her second marriage she had undergone a tubal ligation. The doctors had warned her that having children might be hazardous to her, and so she'd had the operation. Now she was more than grateful. At least she couldn't become pregnant because of what they were doing.
"Oooooh shit! What an ass! What an ass!" Howie was screaming. "Hey, lady, we definitely are gonna keep you around. Killin' you would be a real waste. I ain't never had an asshole this good."
Thank God for small favors, Ilene thought to herself.
The tension was building up higher and higher. She knew she was going to come. There was no way to hold it off. In fact, there was no reason to hold it off. She'd needed a good climax for a long time now.
Marvin's mouth was kissing hers again, and though she wanted to scream out her satisfaction, his kiss prevented it. She felt a surge of power shoot through her cunt, charging through her like bolts of raw energy. She bucked and shuddered and began coming strongly, her cunt muscles tightly squeezing Marvin's solid cock. She felt Marvin's hands squeeze her body all the more tightly as her crushing vulva pressed his stanchion of prick. Her own arms were wrapped around his neck, and they tugged tightly, pressing on his head as her body quivered and trembled, enjoying the orgasm shuddering through it.
Just when she felt her climax reach its apex, another climax hit her. This one was brought on by the heavy spurting of Marvin's gummy seed into her burning box. She felt a flood tide of semen pour into her in heavy blasts, shooting straight up and splashing against her womb. The hot, dribbling seed made her squirm with unbelievable delight. Her husbands had been great, but neither one could compare to the boy now shooting his load into her. She wanted to scream, to shout, to yell, but his tongue clogged her throat and prevented her from doing or saying anything. All her screaming was mental.
She could feel Marvin's penis starting to shrivel in her swamped pussy and was convinced it was all over. But Howie was still running his own siege engine back and forth in her ass.
What the hell! she thought. Let him come and this can all end for a while.
But something unexpected happened. All the pain was gone from inside her ass, and there was no longer any pressure from Marvin's deflating cock. Yet Ilene suddenly felt another climax climbing up inside her. And this one wasn't a simple vaginal orgasm. This one was actually building in her ass. She was having an anal climax.
"Heyyyyyy ... yeahhhhhhhhh ... aghhhhh ... yeahhhhh...." Howie was yelling. "I'm comin,' here I come ... oh yeahhhhh ... oh wowwwwwwwwwweeewowowowowoweee!"
And as the second burning load of semen spurted into her, this time into her ass, Ilene felt her anal climax really take hold and totally inundate her. It washed over her with thunderous force, shaking her entire body, and this time she pulled her mouth from Marvin's and screamed a high-pitched, "Eeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"
The three orgasms seemed to intermingle inside her. The first one, caused just before Marvin shot into her, was first beginning to ebb, while the second one, caused by the heat of Marvin's sperm, was at its apex and ready to ride down. The third anal one was still climbing higher, driving her absolutely wild with delight. Her skin prickled and her pores opened as she shuddered and shook violently, gasping for breath when there seemed to be no breath left.
She fell forward, clutching tightly to Marvin's neck, whispering a gasped, "My God! My God!" in his ear.
The pressure of Howie's cock was lessening, and she knew he had just about emptied his balls into her. His prick was deflating quickly, and soon she felt it slide out of her ass. At almost the same time, Marvin's shrunken meat fell from inside her seething cunt.
"We gotta do this again," Howie was saying, and she realized he had slumped to the floor behind her. "Oh man! Do we ever have to do this again. She has the greatest ass in all creation."
"Her cunt is better," Marvin quietly announced, himself weak and tired.
Ilene slid off his lap, turned over, and flopped down on the sofa beside him. And suddenly she was conscious of the tall boy, Stan, who was staring at her, and the look in his eyes almost made her feel ashamed.
CHAPTER TWO
It was early June, and the evenings were warm, along with the days. When Ilene had wanted to dress again, Howie had said, "No dice, sister. You stay that way. It's additional insurance against your wandering too far."
"I'm hungry," the one called Stan said. "I'm going into the kitchen to get me something to eat."
"You sit!" Howie commanded. "We got us a slave here. She's gonna do everything we want. Right?"
"I don't seem to have much choice," Ilene shrugged.
"Thatta girl. Now you go out t'the kitchen. I'm sure you can find yer way. The refrigerator has enough food in it to feed a dozen people for three weeks. And we're only four. So you go ahead and cook us some nice steaks. Hell! If we had oysters I'd have y'cook those up, instead. We'd sure be able fuse 'em with you around."
"Is it all right if I take a shower first?"
"What'sa matter? Feel dirty after bein' touched by us? Aw hell! G'wan! Take a shower."
Ilene walked out of the room but listened as the three men began talking.
"How long we gonna stay here?" the one called Stan, the tall one, was asking.
"Right up to the day before the owner comes home," Howie replied.
"Why?"
"'Cause by now everyone around must realize this dame's been snatched. There are gonna be roadblocks all over the place, and we got less chance of gettin' outta here safely than shit has of escaping from constipated bowels. Three weeks from now there ain't gonna be no roadblocks, and we can get outta here safely. At least you two can go. I still got a job here."
"What about the woman?"
"Smartest thing f do would be to kill her."
"That's the dumbest thing," Stan's hoarse voice said. "Kill her off, and there ain't gonna be no rest until they find us. No one's ever gotten away with killin' a kidnap victim. No. When I leave, I'm taking her outta here with Marvin and me. We'll blindfold her so she can't see where she's been or where we're takin' her. We'll let her off in some small town and take off. By the time she gets to the cops, we'll be long gone."
"I don't like it," Howie snapped. "Dead people can't talk."
"Who made you God?" Marvin asked. "We came in on this thing for kicks more than anything else. After all, we got the jobs here, and we're gonna get paid for 'em. Stan and I don't dig the idea of killing anyone, especially we don't dig killing women. And this broad is the greatest lay you'll ever find. She's the kinda chick who comes along very rarely. Stuff like that y'don't go around killin' off."
"All right, all right," Howie snapped. "Don't get so huffy about her. She lives. She leaves with the two of you. Now let's relax."
"Don't get cute later on, Branton," Stan said, using Howie's last name for the first time.
"Stay cool," Howie snapped.
Ilene hurried away then, going upstairs and finding a bathroom. Once there, she showered. After drying herself off, she wanted to find something to wear, but she knew the three boys might object, and their objections just might take the form of physical violence. Pain was something she couldn't take too easily.
Coming downstairs, she carefully examined all the windows and doors. Everything was locked, and she noticed alarm wires attached all around. If she attempted to break out of the house, the three men would know it.
Finding her way into the kitchen, she went to the freezer and found four steaks. She took them out, then instantly put them in the oven while still frozen. She knew frozen meat tasted better when cooked without waiting for it to defrost.
"Smells good," she heard a hoarse voice say.
Turning, she saw the tall boy, the one called Stan, come into the room. He still had what looked like an adolescent face.
"How old are you?" she asked.
"Old enough," he replied.
"You're going to end up in jail. You know that, don't you?"
"Maybe," he shrugged. "But then life's a jail. Don't do this, don't do that. Me, I'm a firm believer in doing anything that won't hurt anyone else."
"Well, that robbery today certainly wasn't an example of not hurting anyone else."
"Who got hurt?" he asked.
"I did," she snapped, rubbing her ass.
It did hurt, now. It hurt a lot. It just wasn't used to having anything solid pump its way in and out of that tight hole.
"Any pain you received didn't come from the actual robbery," Stan pointed out. "Just remember, I'm not the guy who took you along. Not only that, but I'm not the guy who did anything to you that did hurt. Like I said, I don't dig hurting people, especially chicks. And I sure wouldn't go around hurtin' an old broad like you."
"Old? I'm only twenty-seven. Thanks a lot."
"Yeah, well maybe you look a little older."
"After the way your two friends used me, I'm not surprised."
"Look, you really don't look old. In fact, I think you look nice, real nice. You have a great body. I mean, those tits of yours are the nicest pair I've ever seen."
"And I suppose you've seen a lot of tits," she smirked.
"I've seen my share. Hell! I'm not like those other two. Maybe I ain't rich, but come September, I'm goin' to the Coast and I'll really make it big."
"I wish you luck, Mr. uhhhh...."
"Gross. Stan Gross. Just call me Stan."
"Okay, Stan. And you can call me I, short for Ilene."
"Like I said, I'm not like those other two. That bum Howie is always gonna be a big nothin', doing stints like this guard work for the rest of his life. Marvin is tryin' to do architectural work. He goes to college."
"I think all three of you are going to end up in prison," Ilene told him.
"Could be," Stan admitted. "But it ain't even all our fault."
"I suppose the three of you were sleepwalking?"
"No, but Marvin and I had no idea what Howie really had in mind until we got to be lookout, or else. He gave Marvin the bag and told him to hold it open. And when you didn't budge, he waggled that gun at Marvin, forcing him to open the cash register and take the dough. Howie's sick."
"I'll say," Ilene nodded, rubbing her sore ass again.
"You think ass-fucking is a sick thing, huh?"
"I think anything other than what you would call normal fucking is a sick thing."
"No," Stan told her, shaking his head as she checked the steaks in the oven. "Whips are sick. Chains are sick. Using drugs to make it is sick. Even using body waste is sick. But anything else between a guy and a chick can't be called sick, especially when you consider the pleasure both can get from it."
"Some day you and I will have to have a talk about it," she snapped, taking the steaks out and putting them on plates. "Right now I'm hungry."
"Where are those sexy stockings and garter belt?" he asked.
"I left them upstairs in the bathroom. I didn't want your over zealous friends to tear them, as well."
"Doesn't it bother you to stand there naked like that?"
"Would it change things if I said yes?"
"No, I guess not. I was just curious."
"You seem to be the only shy one around here," she remarked, putting two slices of bread on each plate, and putting the plates on the kitchen table. "You're the only one still dressed."
She told Stan to call the other two in for supper. Both Marvin and Howie had gotten dressed again, but they stared at Ilene all through supper.
"Tomorrow we're gonna really have a time," Howie told her. "That tight little asshole of yours really drained me. I don't have any strength left for tonight."
"Me neither," Marvin acknowledged. "Who wants t'go to a movie?" Howie asked. "I'd love it," Ilene told him, and the three males all laughed.
"Sorry honey, you gotta stay here," Howie told her. "But I'm goin' to town to catch the double feature at the Rialto. I checked the newspaper, and all the movies on TV stink, tonight."
"In that case, I'll come with you," Marvin told him. "Stan, you wanna come too? This place is too heavily guarded electrically for her to get away."
"I'll be the token guard tonight," Stan said. "I mean, we are being paid to guard this house."
"Yeah," Howie laughed. "Good idea. I'm expecting some loot to be cabled here any day now. I'll be able to pay you guys, then."
"Let's go to the movies," Marvin said, belching as he stood up. "And for supper tomorrow night, I want more than just meat. There must be a whole lot of vegetables in the pantry. Cook something up."
Howie and Marvin left the house. Stan stayed with Ilene as she put the dishes in the dishwasher along with the knives and forks.
"Y'took a long shower, before," he said, as she wandered into the living room.
"I know," she nodded when he poured some brandy for the two of them. She was becoming more and more accustomed to her nakedness, now. It didn't bother her to feel his burning eyes wandering all over her body. She knew he wanted her. He would probably take her when he finally got up enough courage. But she would never willingly give herself to him. Even as she drank some brandy and felt it warm her belly, she was determined not to submit, willingly.
"How come you took such a long shower?" he asked, sitting on the arm of an easy chair in which she had plunked herself.
"To be honest, I felt like washing Marvin and Howie out of me," she answered. "It took awhile, but I think I succeeded."
"You smell good," his hoarse voice whispered as he touched her shoulder with a forefinger.
"Perhaps I'd better go upstairs and leave you alone," she muttered, standing up and putting the empty glass on a table.
"No!" he almost shouted, then gained control of himself, but his shout raised the hackles on the back of her neck. She looked into his eyes and saw a small gleam there. He wanted her, all right. But in spite of the heat surging through her body, she had to resist.
"Stan," she whispered. "Don't to this. Please, don't do this. So far, you're the only one I respect."
"I respect you, too," he nodded. "But I want you. What's more, even if you won't come out and say it, I think you want me, too. But you're afraid I'm gonna pull a Howie on you."
He reached out and let his hand touch the back of her neck. It wasn't a hard grip, but it was a firm one. Ilene could feel her throat pulse throbbing under his thumb and a sense of heated desire welled up in her, mixed with panic. He was right. She was terrified he would try sticking his penis into her rectum, especially after what he'd told her. No, no matter how much she had come to like the giant man, she had to get away from him.
"Y ... you're no less perverted than those other two," she whispered.
"I'm worse," he admitted. "Y'see, I have a bad habit of making girls like what I do to them. So if I'm a pervert, you're gonna learn to love perversion."
"Stan, no," she muttered, feeling the heat of his breath as his mouth got closer to hers.
"God, I wanna fuck you," he whispered.
"No, Stan, no, no, no, don't do this. Don't shame me."
His grip tightened a little on the back of her neck as his lips came down to kiss hers. His kiss was soft as his other arm surrounded her and drew her bare body to him. His tongue was light and teasing, and once again her lips parted automatically. She let his tongue slowly trickle its way between her lips into the anxious, boiling grotto of her mouth.
Though she tried to close her mind to it, she couldn't. She was going to be raped again, only this time there was no gun. She would resist, but she knew he was stronger. He would win. Perhaps it was just as well. She wanted him to win. Her body was anxious for this gentle giant. And somehow she knew he was aware of her need for him. No matter what she did or said, deep down, he seemed to know she wanted him. She could feel the masculine strength in his grip on her throat, strong but tender. And the tongue now wandering through her mouth was hot and eager in seeking out her vital erogenous zones. His lips were pressing hard, bruising her own lips, but bruising them deliciously. The giant boy was every bit as strong as he looked.
She felt him shivering with anticipation, and knew he was letting anxiety build swiftly inside him.
He pulled his mouth from hers and whispered, "Your mouth tastes like fresh clover."
She could feel her nipples, twin buttons of desire, growing, swelling, extending so they could rub against him. He seemed to sense their presence, too. His hand released the back of her neck and moved around front, sliding along the fullness of one breast. He palmed it, weighing it like some ripening antelope. His fingers caressed her nipples, tweaking them, making the passion build inside her. His other hand now slid down the length of her back until it reached the full mound of her buttock. And she felt his long leg press into her pubis so that her own thigh could feel the hardening of his covered cock.
Ilene began trying to pull away, mumbling jumbled sounds into the mouth kissing hers. She had to fight him off. She didn't care how nice he'd seemed to be, earlier. He was a male, and all males always wanted the same thing, even if she wouldn't consciously admit it to herself. Moisture was already seeping from between her thighs, wetting his pantleg. She could feel her nipple getting even harder and longer as his one hand continued playing with it, and heat seared her buttock where his other hand rubbed. She had to stop this. She had to stop it now. She had to get far, far away. He was making her feel like some kind of common trollop who was a slave to the sensations of her body. But in order to regain her own self-respect, she had to harness these feelings and bring them under her own control rather than be submissive to them.
"Don't do this," she begged, trying to pull away.
His grip on her loosened for an instant and she pulled herself out of his arms. She ran across the living room, out onto the cool polished marble floor in the foyer, but all the while she knew there was nowhere to go, because the horror from which she was really trying to escape was inside herself.
He was much faster than she, and though her speed initially took him by surprise, long before she was near the front door she could feel him overtaking her.
An arm reached out and a hand grabbed her wrist, and suddenly she felt herself being flung back into the living room. He had been even rougher than he'd wanted to be, and she felt herself being flung halfway across the room before she stumbled over a footstool and fell to the carpet. She pulled herself up and leaned against a long table at the rear of the room, and he was there again, his body pressing against hers, and for a moment she thought he would crush her against the table.
He used his hands to pin her arms behind her, bending over her and kissing her throat. Oh Christ! His hot kiss felt so good. Her tits were almost bouncing she was breathing so heavily, looking like moored boats bobbling in a typhoon. She looked up into his eyes and saw a wild stare in them.
"I gotta fuck you," he murmured. "I just gotta fuck you. If I had to go through life knowin' I passed this chance up, I'd kill myself at some later time. You're so lovely, you're so great. Look, I don't want to rape. I wanna have you willingly. Come on, now. You want me, too. You know it. Stop all this dumb fighting, huh!"
His mouth dipped and he took her left teat between his lips, letting his tongue caress the nipple as his lips sucked.
"Stan, no! No, don't ... don't ... d-o-o-o-o-o-n't," she cried out, feeling his hot mouth suck her breast so she began to burn. She could feel her nipple become longer and hotter than it had ever been before. Was she a masochist? Did she enjoy being forced? She knew she didn't like pain. Why should she enjoy this?
"Face it," he whispered, letting her tit fall from his mouth. "I'm gonna fuck you, honey. The only question is, do we do it here, in the living room, like you did with Marvin and Howie? Or do we go upstairs and find ourselves a nice comfy bed."
Ilene stood there, staring into his boyishly handsome face. She couldn't recall when she'd felt so emotionally helpless. But then she couldn't recall when she'd felt so wanted, either. He was looking back into her eyes with a smile that seemed to say, "Come be my love," rather than simply, "Let's fuck!" He hadn't been too articulate in phrasing what he'd known the both of them wanted, but then she realized it really hadn't been necessary. He knew what he wanted. She knew what he wanted, but most important of all, he knew what she wanted. Fortunately for both, it all boiled down to the same thing.
"Okay," she nodded, whispering. "Upstairs."
He lifted her in his arms as if she weighed mere ounces, then carried her up the long flight of steps. She could feel her asscheeks press against his rubbing hard-on each time he went up another step.
He carried her into what was apparently the master bedroom.
"If we're gonna do it, we're gonna do it in the best possible setting," he said, smiling.
He set her on the bed and turned on a nearby lamp. Then he opened a window slightly, to let air into the room. It was a warm night, and the night air felt good on her bare flesh.
He went into the closet nearby, He rummaged around for awhile, then came out with a white lace Spanish shawl.
Walking over to her, he draped the shawl over her shoulders and head. His hands arranged the shawl so it fell in front of her without touching her breasts.
Ilene held her breath, wondering what he was doing. Was he some kind of clothes freak? If so, why hadn't he made her put on her stockings and garter belt. They always looked sexy.
He led her before a full length mirror and made her look at herself.
"See?" he asked, staring at her.
See? What was there to see? She was staring at her naked body, draped in a white shawl. And then she had a funny, tingling feeling, as if she were looking at a madonna rather than a helpless, kidnapped woman who was being treated like a whore. She realized she appeared almost saintly, and not like some trollop whose hole was made to be filled by every passing cock.
There was no doubt about it. The boy really liked her a lot. And knowing about it made her feel all warm inside. It was a nice feeling to be wanted, even if it was by one of three men who had violently abducted her earlier in the day. She felt the reflection at which she was staring was unreal and almost unbelievable.
She watched as his hands slid up from her waist to cup her bare breasts, feeling her solid nipples thrust out to meet the heated palms of his hands. She shuddered, and let her head fall back and rest on his broad chest for a moment.
"Wait!" he whispered, and moving away from her, hurriedly took off his own clothing.
All the while he stripped, she could see his eyes remained fastened on her shimmering body, wrapped in the white lace shawl. And then he was back, turning her to face him, letting the vision of herself as something almost holy disappear as he gathered her into his large arms and crushed her to him, kissing her mouth. She felt his long, thick tongue spear between her lips and increase the heat already highly-built in her. An immense pole was being pressed into her belly, and though she hadn't had the opportunity to look at it, Ilene could tell from the feel of it that it was considerably larger than Marvin's long, thick hunk of cock. This was a regular totem pole. It pressed into her flat belly as her heavy, rounded breasts rubbed against his hairy chest. The wiry hair seemed to tease her nipples and make them even more sensitive.
She heard a moan erupt from Stan's chest as he pressed her bare flesh to his. She felt his fingers caress and smooth their way into her white, tender body under the shawl. Finally the shawl slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor.
Ilene could feel the burning heat of the monstrous pole rammed into her belly and knew the weighty cock was in a sweet agony. She could imagine how swollen his balls were, probably like rubber spaldings tightly encased in a leathery sac suddenly grown too small to hold them comfortably.
He shoved her gently, and she felt herself moving backward until her knee-backs touched the bed. He shoved one more time and she tumbled backward, flopping on the bed. One long, satin thigh still hung down the edge of the bed, onto the floor. The other leg was bent to the side, revealing the full pouting of her tender pussy, surrounded as it was by the mossy brown fur. The lips were barely parted, and a thin, viscous dribbling was seeping out from within. She saw fires burn in his eyes as they locked on the temple between her white, silken thighs.
Why should he continue staring there? When he put that monstrous member of his into her, he wouldn't be able to look at that part of her. He would be looking into her face, or sucking her tits.
Now that she had an opportunity to really see it, she was almost aghast at the size of his throbbing cock. It looked even larger than it had felt. And the balls suspended behind it were a pair of gigantic counterweights.
He staggered closer to her now, and she braced herself to accept the weight. Slowly he lowered his body, but didn't rest himself against her. As she stared, she saw his head dip lower and lower, his eyes still locked on her pussy. His large palms lay themselves flatly on her opened thighs, pushing them wider apart, and just before his head sank out of sight, she saw his tongue extending from between his lips.
My God! He was going to put his mouth on her vagina. He was going to lick her labia. Was he crazy? Why another obscenity? Why couldn't he simply keep his promise and fuck her?
"No!" she snapped, trying to force her thighs together. But the weight of his two palms, pressing down on them, kept them wide apart.
And then she felt his flaming, burning lips move closer as his hot, volcanic breath made her ragged pussylips flutter. His mouth clamped itself tightly on her leaking labia, and he proceeded flicking his tongue in and out, spearing it like a chilling, wicked knife right into the heated depths of her feminine bog. Her entire body trembled violently as she felt the slick oral digit leap into her again.
"No!" she shouted. "Stan ... no ... no ... no ... ohhhhhhhhhhhh Goddddddddd ... don't dooooooooo ... thisssssss ... ahhhhhhh...."
Her voice was shrieking as she felt what was surely the tongue of an anteater slosh into her brimming pussy, causing jagged bolts of energetic lightning to course through her entire being from her brain to her toes. Her body was violently trembling with insane vibrations, all caused by the long, thick, swathing tongue of the boy who had desired to see her as something holy rather than a simple bawd.
Holy! Yes, that was it! He thought she was something to be worshipped, and the only way he could properly worship her was with his tongue as it continually lapped into her seething Temple of Venus. He was kissing her hot pussy just as he had french-kissed her mouth, using his tongue to best advantage, making her bounce wildly on the bed as her ass slammed into the mattress again and again. She was helpless putty in his hands now, completely out of control, obeying whatever impulses his tongue seemed to flash to her.
She felt his tongue continuing to taste the burning rivers of liquid pouring from inside her. She could actually hear the noisy way his tongue worked in and out of her while his hands pressed her thighs wider apart. He was rubbing his lower half against the bed, and she realized his penis really must be in agony.
His long tongue licked far and deep into her flaming center, making her fling her body from side to side like a helpless rag doll. She was totally out of control, feeling the way his tongue sloshed through her seething center again and again, creating hitherto unknown sensations, making them build, swell, and enlarge inside her. These were feelings she had never known before because she had been too stubborn to allow either of her husbands to do this to her. How foolish could she be? It was as totally different from actual fucking as ass-fucking had been yet it was no less enjoyable. And now that she thought of it, once the pain had disappeared, the assfucking had been fun, too. She'd had an anal orgasm, something she would never have thought possible, before. And she knew the tongue now licking into her tight twat would also bring her to orgasmic completion.
"Wonderful...."she heard him murmur between swipes with his tongue. "Mmmmmm ... delicious ... tasty ... ohhhh...."and as he continued eating the liquid contents of her broiling cunt, she felt him somehow or other moving to the side and crawling onto the bed. He was still pressing on her thighs with his palms, keeping them wide apart, and the quivering lips of her dripping cunt surrounded his mouth as he sucked and licked. He ate like a starving lion, as if he would never be able to get enough of the wonderful meat in which his mouth was buried.
She felt her cunt turn raw with friction as he continued eating and licking. And then she shuddered anew as she felt the tongue touch the tender little button of her vellicating clitoris. It was hard and stiff, as erect as a small cock, and as his hands rested on the white, wide open flesh of her soft thighs, his mouth continued to savor the flavor of the gorgeous, pulsating, coral-colored interior of her oozing cunt. She could feel his tongue tease her shivering clit, then wash its way down the length of her teeming gash, then move on to her puckered asshole for an instant where he licked hungrily before starting on the return trip. Back his tongue went, first teasing her asshole, then licking up between the peach-like slices of her labia into the juicy slot, making slurping sounds until it came to the peak of her split and lapped at her reddened clitoris with such pressure, Ilene was no longer able to keep silent.
"Eeeeeyyyyaaaaggghhhhhhhhaaaggh hhhaaaaannnnnngggghhhhhhaaaaaggh h h h h h h h...." she screamed as the strange, long, wonderful lapping tongue seemed to blister her flesh with new jolts of lava-like licking. The sky, the very heavens seemed to open at the sound of her voice, and spasms of wonderful licentious lasciviousness blasted through her entire frame in overpowering, agonizing bliss.
She was helpless, a slave to his licking tongue. There was no earthly way she would ever be free again. She would always be a slave to such lustings. Sex would never, never be a simple thing to her again.
She felt Stan's tongue licking and tantalizing her pearl-like clitoris without mercy, squashing his flattened tongue against it in fevered haste, drinking the delicious nectar of her dripping lubrication, noisily enjoying the pungent aroma and musky flavor.
His lips vised tightly around the tiny, protruding clit and he sucked madly, whipping his tongue back and forth over the red, bead-like head, feeling the slitheriness of it. His whipping tongue was becoming too much for Ilene and she shouted aloud, "O-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh God-d-d-d-d-d-d ayaghhhhhhhhhhhhh ... uhhhhhh...."
The sounds of her screaming voice echoed through the vast bedroom, bouncing off the acoustic ceiling. Blast after blast of rapturously lascivious ecstasy rocketed through Ilene's weakened, whimpering, shuddering, sighing, bleating, tormented flesh. The insane sucking of his mouth continued, pulling and draining all her emotions out through her clitoris. Her mind had become a blank to anything but the rapt pleasure she was enjoying. Her mind was concentrating solely on the tongue working in her pussy, setting her constantly aflame with new lustful delights. Her loins arched upward now, to meet the downward thrusts of his tongue, and her entire body shook and shuddered, taut and straining, pushing up against the mad sensations of that working tongue.
Though only a youth in many respects, Stan was a true master when it came to cunnilingus. He could do more with his mouth and tongue than almost the entire world of other men would do with their whole bodies. And now his mouth belonged exclusively to her aching, needing cunt.
She felt his lips press tightly around her extended clitoris, rubbing them from side to side, pressuring the clit. And Ilene felt herself foaming at the mouth from sheer rapture as she yelled, "Oooohhhhhhh my Godddddd! Ahhhnnnnnnggghhhhhaaahhhhh...."
The high ceiling, all off-white and seeming to reflect in shadow all that was happening below, appeared to waver before her fogged eyes. As it was she could barely see the shadows without her glasses, and now a glaze seemed to cover her eyes, making her even more sightless. Fire was blazing between her thighs and spreading through her body. She knew it wouldn't be long before she was totally inundated. Without realizing it, she wrapped her columnar thighs tightly around his large head, temporarily imprisoning it against her womanly pit. She was no longer satisfied with his tongue. Nor would she have been happy with his penis. She wanted all of him. She wanted to stuff every last little bit of him into her.
As her long, pillarly thighs tightened their grip around Stan's head, she felt his palms sliding under her ass, raising her up, bringing the tasty, meaty furrow even closer to his slavering mouth. She could feel her pubic hairs brushing against freshly-shaved cheeks. Lord! Lord! Lord! There had never been any sensation in the world to equal this. And to think she had to learn about it from a callow youth.
His hot breath seemed to burn into the furnace of her pussy as his tongue trailed lower and began licking her asshole as Howie had done, earlier. Only Stan seemed to ass-lick with greater talent. Not once did she think to tighten her ass on him. She thrilled to the way he licked the crinkled opening, circling it with the tickling tip of his wet tongue before stiffening said tongue and plunging it right into her.
Stan pushed forward, raising her body with her thighs still wrapped around his head. She felt him licking down and in, licking as far into her asshole as he could before moving his tongue back to her burning cunt where he sank it as far into her blazing kiln as it would go.
Shuddering, she felt his finger touch her asshole and remembered how Howie's had hurt her going in, the first time. She was ready to tighten up, but felt his licking tongue plunge ever deeper into the pressure cooker of her steaming cunt. Thick oil dripping from her pussy slot fell into Stan's finger and he used the oil to coat the outside of her asshole. Little by little Ilene completely relaxed, and suddenly she felt his finger slowly eeling its way into her. Where Howie's had hurt, his finger felt ticklish. She found the pressure in her ass, matched against the plunging of his tongue into her steaming cunt actually enhanced the powerful feeling for her.
As he continued licking with his tongue, and slowly sawing his finger in and out of her tight asshole, Stan began slowly moving around to the side. Ilene felt him moving, but was so caught up in what he was doing, she was totally uninterested in anything else. His free hand spread itself across her asscheeks and rubbed them, once again making everything feel more acutely wonderful.
His entire body moved around until he was over her, raising one leg like a dog, then slowly bringing it down on the other side of her face. Staring up as she did, Ilene saw the gigantic phallus, blood-engorged, swollen, and roadmapped with blood vessels. It was a gigantic spike, looking like the Washington Monument, and at the very top was a round head with a sightless eye. And there was a sticky tear leaking out of that sightless eye, as if said eye was crying out for something. It was a mammoth, throbbing spike, springing straight out of his dark-haired pelvis, thrusting forward like a monstrous screwdriver. It twitched and leaped before her eyes. And she could see the testicular sac, wrinkled like a giant prune, but containing not one, but two stones. And each of these stones was larger than a handball.
He continued eating her pussy, sucking her sticky cuntlips and lapping the flooding juices from inside her, not stopping to say anything. And Ilene, who had once almost gagged at the mere thought of putting her mouth on a cock, suddenly realized that was precisely what she wanted to do. She wanted to suck a cock, and it was the biggest, fattest cock she had ever seen. She would have to stretch her lips around it to make it fit, and even then it might not. It might split her mouth wide open.
Suddenly everything that seemed disgusting and ugly to her before, now seemed wonderful and in need of doing. She was going to suck on that penis no matter what happened. And she was going to do it because she wanted to. Her eyes focused clearly on the great log of flesh with the bulbous head.
Anxiously she opened her mouth as her hands reached up and she wrapped her long, tapered fingers around the gigantic purple dome with the pink shaft. She let one of her hands move so her palm could caress his balls, and slowly, very slowly, she felt him lowering his crotch. Her mouth was as wide open as possible, and as a little more moisture seeped from his tiny hole, she reached out her tongue and licked it off. She felt him shudder the instant her lips touched his cock, and as she swirled the lubricant around on her tongue, she decided she liked it. Swallowing the fluid, she opened her mouth again and this time guided the staff down until the purple head rested on the tip of her tongue. Not only did this make him shudder all the more, but it seemed to enhance his cuntlapping to an even greater degree. God! What a wonderful tongue he had. He was giving her his all. Could she do less?
Her tongue wrapped itself around the magenta knob, licking and lashing it gently, feeling him shudder with every lick. Then her lips closed tightly around it, pressing hard, while her tongue rubbed against the underside, creating a maddening friction. She could tell he liked it by the way he shook.
Gripping the reddening staff all the harder, she pulled the penis deeper into her mouth, feeling her lips being stretched way out of proportion. But she didn't care. There was no longer such a thing as pain. The stretching of her lips was as delightful as the feel of his tongue in her pussy. The taste of his thick wang was as wonderful as the heat of his mouth as his tongue slurped all the way into her.
She sucked strongly on the lavender head, tugging hard on the thick staff, feeling him raise and lower his body. He was keeping himself under control, but just barely.
And at the same time she felt his tongue literally scrub its way throught her burning trough, sucking loudly, to let her know how much he was enjoying the eating of her. Her cunt muscles were pulsating and throbbing, trying to close in around his tongue, as if attempting to grab it and yank it out by the roots. His lusting mouth was working fervidly, anxiously, doing its best to please her, concentrating solely on her. And she responded by applying her lips tightly to the head of his seething pole while her hand tugged on the broad shaft. Her warm mouth opened a little more, and she sucked in a bit more of his cock. She wasn't the least bit apprehensive about it. She wanted it, she wanted it badly. If it choked her to death, then so be it. It was a far better way of dying than the way Howie Branton had planned.
Heat was building more and more rapidly inside her. As it was, her body was lurching out of control, feeling the wonderful way his handsome, boyish face was buried in her seething snatch. She tightened the hold of her lips around his solid stalk, sucking in two more inches. She could almost feel the knob pressing into the back of her throat. Her tongue was washing the violet glans again and again, and she felt him moan as the sound sank into her slurping pussy. His hips drove downward and she felt the blunted point of his cock press itself against the ring of her esophagus. God! How she wished she could take it farther in. It tasted so good, and felt so warm and comforting and secure between her lips with her tongue pressing tightly against it. The pressure of her tongue seemed to drive him so wild, he sank his face even deeper into her flaming snatch, and the sounds of his mad sucking were drowned out by her strong gobbling.
Ilene sighed with maddening heat as she continued sucking on the large, shining penis now thrusting up and down between her pulling lips. Her entire body violently trembled as she felt the lashing tongue of Stan Gross attack her soft, reddened inner flesh with his lapping tongue. With one hand she continued pulling on the three inches of cock not yet in her mouth, while with the other she caressed his wrinkled sac, rubbing it and squeezing it, but always careful not to crush it. As a twice-married woman she'd had more than her share of experience in the handling of balls. She cradled and fondled them as if they were the most precious jewels on earth.
She felt his thighs jerk downward, and suddenly another inch of heavy cock was pushing into her mouth. She felt the prodding head of his thick cock push at her throat in an attempt to open it up. She coughed and choked, but the idea of fitting the thick head into her gullet appealed to her. Had she been able to swallow his testicles with his shivering cock, she would have done that, as well. It was a rock-solid stanchion and it depressed her licking tongue flat down while rubbing against it. When the point almost lodged in her throat, she could feel him shiver and shake as the pressure from the ring of her gullet squeezed the cock head, hard. The mighty pole continued pistoning between her soft lips as her cheeks alternately bloated and hollowed while she sucked. He kept thrusting harder, trying to plunge his meat in deeper. She felt herself gagging again, but loved it. She wanted the thick meat stuffed all the way into her throat, right down into her belly.
Her hand squeezed his balls a little, making him shiver and raise his ass slightly, partially withdrawing the thick flesh tube from her mouth. As the cock pulled up, she began sweeping her tongue around it, licking it, coating it with her saliva. She squeezed his balls again, as if signaling him to plunge it back down, letting it ride against her licking tongue. This time another inch of cock sank into her mouth as she felt her gullet open a little and take the knobby dome inside. Her throat squeezed the sensitive, spongy glans, and she knew she had him almost completely in her power. But then, she was equally in his power, because she knew she was on the verge of an all-time great orgasm. As she sucked she heard him whimper, and she knew he was as primed as she.
Saliva came pouring out of her mouth, because the thick pole lodged in her throat wouldn't let her swallow. The spit dripped down her cheeks, onto her neck, and still she didn't notice it as she sucked and pulled and vacuumed with her mouth.
She felt his burning breath sear her inner cavity as he continued to madly lap away at her creaming cunt. His hands were gripping the balloon-like moons of her white ass, clutching madly with his digging fingers as his face continued sinking deeper into the morass of her perfumed pussy. Her tight cunt was pulsating and palpitating madly, the lips squeezing tightly around the nose and tongue pushed all the way into her seething chamber. He licked as far in as his tongue could reach, and was rewarded with a gasp from her as her lips compressed all the more tightly around his magic wand. He shoved down a little harder, and she felt the last inch of penis slide into her throat. It completely stopped up her gullet, choking her, yet she would have gladly died at that moment rather than pull her head back and release some of the pressure her throat had on his glans. She felt his tongue stabbing deeper and deeper into the fleshy tissues of her seeping cunt, and just as he moaned with ecstasy, so she moaned with rapture.
Ilene's slender, firm thighs were tightly wound around Stan's head, pulling his face ever deeper into her blistering cauldron. She bucked and leaped from the bed each time his tongue swathed its way through her tight, hot cunt. She bounced and rebounded, crushing her thighs all the more tightly around his head, feeling his fingers urging her on to crush with even greater strength. Her body stiffened now, just as his torso spread itself rigidly above her. Her thighs had his face so deeply locked into her cunt, he was suffocating, just as she was choking on the length of his probing meat. Yet neither would give an inch as his lower lip rubbed strongly against her hard, swollen clitoris. Even as his hands squeezed the globes of her gluteal cheeks, he was still digging a finger into her asshole, making her bounce madly. His forefinger was all the way in, rotating in her asshole madly, and she loved it. If there was pain, she wanted more of it, because the pleasure was so overwhelming it totally swamped her. She felt his face pulling back, then plunging in again. His tongue was scouring her entire genital area, digging all the way into her pussy, coming out and licking her clit, then lapping around the finger he had pressed all the way into her asshole. He lapped every fold, every membrane, every sensitive nerve-ending, while his thighs continued moving up and down, pistoning his gigantic full length of flesh pipe into the deepest part of her gagging gullet. The ring of her esophagus suddenly tightened strongly around his cock, preventing him from tugging it back, just as her vulva clutched at his tongue, tugging it so far into her scintilating vagina he thought he'd never be able to use it for talking again.
"Ggggggkkkkkkkkkkkkkk...." was all she could say, and he realized she was coming.
Floods of heavy oil splashed into his face, blinding him completely as her ass rotated madly around his finger. The insides of her cunt completely contracted, and he felt his tongue being compressed as if in a drill press.
Knowing he was the cause of her orgasm proved too much for him, and suddenly Ilene felt pulsations against her upper lip. The underside of his heavy cock was throbbing madly as it swelled to greater, thicker dimensions. Ilene felt herself blacking out for an instant, and then a tremendous throb in his penis brought her awake again as heavy white sperm discharged down her throat. His thick cock was so far down her gullet she couldn't even taste the flow. It spurted strongly, continuously, firing rivers of white seed into her belly, and she was being robbed of the flavor because of his wonderful length. Even so, how blissful to drink the sweet tasting flow, and that combined with her own orgasm, caused her to feel her entire self shatter into a million shards.
CHAPTER THREE
In spite of having been kidnapped and raped, Ilene slept well that night for the first time in months. Every part of her body was relaxed. She fell asleep almost immediately after Stan withdrew his flaccid penis from between her lips. She was totally unaware of his leaving the room.
It was morning when she opened her eyes again. She found Stan had tucked her under the covers of the bed, and she wanted to relax and sleep a little longer when Howie, the short, sharp-faced one, entered the room. He was in his underwear and like the other two men, was well-proportioned in spite of his height.
"We'd like breakfast," he said to her. "How about it?"
He was asking instead of ordering. She had no illusions about his trying to be nice. All she had to do was give him a negative reply and he'd get nastier than ever.
"I'll be downstairs in twenty minutes," she replied. "Any chance of my getting something to wear?"
"Why bother?" he smirked. "You'll only wear it out, taking it off and putting it on all day long. Keep that nice ass bare and available."
"Don't you believe in putting that thing of yours somewhere other than an ass?"
"Sure. I just don't wanna risk gettin' you pregnant, the way Marvin did, yesterday."
"I can't become pregnant," she told him. "I had an operation."
"Even so, I have a tiny cock. It sometimes gets lost in a cunt. The ass is nice and narrow place, just right for a skinny dingus like mine. Every now and again I let a chick suck me off, but I don't trust you, yet. You just might bite it off, and considering how small it already is, why should I risk makin' it shorter. Nah, I think I'll stick t'your ass. Okay?"
"Not really, but I don't see where I have much say in the matter."
She got up, went to the bathroom and tended to her needs. After a quick shower, she went downstairs and headed for the kitchen. She found the bacon and eggs without any trouble, and soon had four steaming plates, with a large pot of coffee, as well.
The three men straggled into the kitchen fully-dressed. She saw the strain on Stan's face and at first thought something might be wrong. But he shook his head and smiled, and she realized he looked so haggard because of the way they'd enjoyed themselves the previous evening.
With breakfast over, Marvin turned to Stan and said, "We better be getting to town and seeing what the latest word is on our sortie, yesterday."
Stan shrugged, took out a cigarette (he was the only one of the trio who smoked), and rose from the table.
"We'll be back sometime this afternoon," Marvin said to Howie. "Don't get cute while we're gone. Anything happens to her, and we'll ring the cops in on this. Dig?"
"Yeah, sure," Howie nodded. "Don't worry. I ain't gonna hurt her. I may fuck her a little, but I ain't gonna hurt her."
The two men left, and Ilene said, "Let's do it now and get it over with."
"We'll do it when I say," Howie snapped. "I don't dig that shit about gettin' it over with. I don't give a shit whether you like it or not, but when I do it, I get a big kick out of it. Go, have a ball, take a look at the estate. I know you ain't goin' nowhere. When I feel like fuckin' you, you'll know it."
Ilene shuddered. She didn't like Howie, and she liked the idea of being alone with him even less.
It was a warm day outside, so she went for a walk. The estate grounds were very large, nearly a quarter of a mile in every direction from the house. And here was a wall around the entire estate. There was no high ground overlooking the area so she could wave to anyone for help.
She walked around the inside of the wall twice before she found what she thought might help her. It was a clinging vine and it went straight up to the top of the wall. The main question was, would it hold her weight if she tried climbing it? One thing was certain: she had no intention of trying with Howie Branton around. She would have to wait until she was alone with Stan again. Only the next time she would have to see to it that Stan was the one who passed out.
She sunbathed until lunchtime, then Howie came out and told her to go make lunch for two. She made her way to the kitchen and prepared some soup and a salad.
"Good meal," Howie complimented. "Not too heavy. I wasn't in the mood for a heavy meal. C'mon, let's go upstairs."
Silently, Ilene followed him. As long as he valued her ass even a little, he wouldn't try getting rid of her. She had to perform, and perform well.
"I been thinkin'," he said, when they entered the master bedroom. "I'm gonna give y'a chance. But you cross me and I'll blow your gorgeous head off."
He took out his gun and placed it on the night table. He seemed certain she wouldn't make a try for the gun, and he was right. Ilene didn't know the first thing about handling guns.
She watched as he stripped down, then reached out, put an arm around her waist, and said, "You do like I say, and this time I'll stay outta yer ass."
He kissed her hard. Luckily, Ilene had a natural aptitude for kissing, and her tongue flitted into his mouth, instantly. It was the first time she'd ever kissed him, and though he wasn't bad at it, she mentally objected, knowing who it was she was kissing. To overcome her mental disgust, as she kissed she reached down and squeezed his cock. At first she thought he might not be fully erect. Her entire hand surrounded the meat, almost completely swallowing it in her palm. Howie responded instantly, pressing his firm young body against hers, savoring the feeling of her large tits as their nipples moved back and forth over his chest.
Her hand continued yanking on his hard cock, eventually realizing it had grown to its full length. It was as solid a pillar of flesh as it was ever going to be.
"Get on your knees in front of me," he ordered.
Of course! Whatever she did, it would be in a humiliating position. He wanted her that way at all times.
Kneeling, Ilene stared straight ahead at his firm belly. He went and got a footstool, then standing on it, he said, "Okay, lady. Now you start sucking my cock."
Had he tried to make her do this the previous day, she would have run, screaming, from the room. Today it didn't seem to matter anymore. Cocksucking, she had come to realize, was as natural as fucking.
Opening her mouth, she let him plunge his hot, hard little dick right in. He thrust it in so hard, it appeared as if he was hoping to strangle her with it. But it was much too short. She could feel his purple glans throbbing between her lips as she bobbed her head back and forth, sucking strongly. After having almost strangled to death on Stan Gross's cock, this one was like a pinky.
Standing on the footstool with his thighs as wide apart as possible, Howie thrust his cock into her mouth hard, clasping his hands behind her head as if to hold it in place. He stood there, his thighs widespread, his fiery cock plunging in and out of her mouth.
And then he yanked her head back as he pulled his cock out, saying, "I ain't gonna come in your mouth, lady. I'm gonna shoot a load into your face."
As he talked, her fingers were busy playing with his testicles. Like his balls, they were small.
"I want you suckin' my balls and jerkin' my cock until my nuts explode a load of white stuff into your face. Dig?"
"I understand," Ilene nodded, letting her fingers trickle up and down his thighs, scraping her nails lightly on the flesh. She had to keep him content, if only for her own peace of mind.
"Start to work," he snapped.
"Just stay still," she requested. "Don't move around too much. I don't want to hurt you."
"Makes two of us," he nodded, noting her tongue was coming out to catch a drop of lubricant as it threaded its way from his penis toward the ground. She caught it halfway down and swallowed it in.
Lowering her head somewhat, she pushed it between his wide-open thighs and moved her mouth straight up until she had engulfed his entire little scrotum sac. She could feel the marbles inside rolling around and ran her tongue over them again and again. Her lips pulled carefully, applying just the right amount of pressure, and he began to wiggle as she knew he was feeling the tingling in his balls he had been looking for. She let her tongue wash over the sac again and again, tickling it and teasing it, and she noted he applied one hell of a lot of willpower to keep himself from churning madly.
Her nose rubbed against the hot underside of his fiery little cock, teasing it lightly as her lips pursed themselves around the baggy scrotum, tenderly and gently sucking. Her tongue seemed like a scale, weighing each ball, one at a time. Then she seemed to be juggling them in her mouth. She could tell he loved it by the way his ass was vibrating. Then she began humming, and the vibrations made his balls shiver to where he almost pulled away.
"Shit!" he muttered. "You gotcha self one helluva mouth there. It's every bit as good as your asshole."
She felt his hands reach down and press against the sides of her temples. He was going crazy, and now he wanted to pull out. The overpowering sensation was a lot stronger than he'd thought it would be. Her sucking was constant.
"Ease up!" he ordered, pulling back and letting his balls fall out of her mouth. "Oh shit! I ain't never had no one suck my balls like this, before."
"Would you believe me if I told you it was my first time, too!" Ilene asked.
"Yeah, well I guess this is somethin' you gotta come by, naturally. God! But I love the feel of my balls in that hot mouth of yours. I'm nuts about the way that tongue of yours rubs my sac. And shit! The way you roll my balls on your tongue is really wild. You keep suckin' like this, and I'm gonna blast that load into your kisser in no time."
"Fine," she said, once more thinking how she wanted this over and done with.
"Remember, suck my balls and let my cock rub itself all over that face of yours. I'm gonna shoot into your face, and you're gonna rub my cream into your face and neck. Dig? Jesus! I love watchin' a broad soak in my come cream."
"Okay," she nodded, knowing she could always shower the stuff away.
Taking a deep breath, she once again opened her mouth wide and pulled in his scrotum. His balls were small enough as it was, but the heat of his body had drawn his sac up tightly. Her lips were actually pressing into his crotch with her palate tasting his balls, and the tip of her tongue licking at the underside of his short, skinny penis. She swirled her tongue around his wrinkly sac, pressing it into the sensitive spot under his testicles, and even licking up into his ass crack. She felt his muscles twitching involuntarily as his hips flexed themselves to drive his body back and forth.
"Bitch!" Howie yelled. "Ooooooh, goddamn bitch, have you ever got talent with that mouth of yours. Christ!"
His hand was pressing flatly down on top of his skinny cock, rubbing the flat underside against Ilene's face. She could feel the flaming heat coursing through it, and knew it wouldn't be long before he splashed his seed into her face.
Her tingling tongue was searching out the various wrinkled lines in his sac, continually reaching to the back of his balls and leaping into the crack between his buns.
"Bitch, bitch, bitch, just keep it up ... ooooooh ... don't stop ... don't stop ... you've got the beat ... ahhhhhh...."
Howie was shaking and his knees were wobbly. Ilene had to reach behind his knees with both hands and grip firmly to keep him from collapsing on her then and there. Her tongue was straining and her brain was growing cloudy from the fantastic amount of energy she was expending. Her lathering tongue licked his nut sac again and again, and she could feel his ass tightening. Though the scrotum had contracted, pulling his balls up tightly against his body, her tongue could detect that each testicle had swelled within the sac, and she imagined just how painful it would be for him if she suddenly stopped her licking. As long as her tongue continued ministering to his balls, everything would be fine. But should she stop before he came, pain would shortly shoot through his body. Even if he jerked off afterward, it wouldn't ease the pain for awhile. From the way his testicles were swelling and pressing against his scrotum, he knew he would either come or explode, and Ilene knew it, too.
She could hear him panting heavily, and imagined his breath was a multitude of sharp knives cutting through his lungs.
"Any second nowwwwwww...." he was yelling.
Heat inside his balls seemed to push through the pores in his scrotum and transmit itself to her through her working tongue. Though she had no liking for Howie per se, sucking his balls was getting her very hot. Her mind was filled with all kinds of whirling colored lights.
One of her hands moved up from behind his knees to grab his rock-hard, tiny penis, and she began tugging on it as her mouth sucked his balls. She knew what she was doing would hasten his orgasm, which was what she wanted. Knowing Howie, he would do nothing for her, anyway, once he got his rocks off. He only cared about Howie. What she was doing was making her burn up. The pressure in her nipples had made them swell until they looked like large Hershey Kisses. The heat was becoming too much for her, and her hand clung to the little penis as if it meant her very life.
She felt Howie's knees weaken as his tiny penis hardened and throbbed incessantly. And then the boiling wax came shooting through his tube of cock, spitting out of the needle-like hole in his tiny glans. The first shot was so powerful, it shot over Ilene's head, splattering on the rug some eight feet behind her. But Howie, realizing he was aiming too high, pressed his hand down on his cock, and made sure she took every one of his other shots full in the face. He squirted the gooey liquid onto her forehead, into her hair, against her closed eyelids, spattering against her cheeks, her nose, and even her lips, with a couple of parting shots against her throat. She felt the heated cream dripping down her forehead against her eyelids, onto her nose and lips. Some of it stuck in her hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes, and she felt Howie grab her hands and press them into her throat where her palms rubbed against the hot mess. He made her rub it into her flesh and smear it all-over her face, licking what was left off her palms.
Finally, when he was finished, and she could feel the sperm drying all over her body, she opened her eyes and stared into his malicious face.
"You did all right, lady," he told her. "You really did a good job. Lucky you you're so talented. With the other two gone I was figurin' on bumpin' you off and droppin' you into a hole I've dug in the cellar. I'd tell the other two guys you got away somehow, and they'd take off without even waitin' f their money, thinkin' you'd gone to get the cops. But Marvin's right. Killin' you would really be a waste. You're a million surprises. You do everything well. You're one of those broads a guy could never get tired of. What the hell! With that ass and that mouth, you've earned the right to go on livin'. You can relax. I ain't thinkin' of bumpin' you off, no more."
The hell he wasn't. The mere fact that he continued to talk about it meant it was still in his mind. He was so worried about his own skin, he wouldn't give a damn how great she was. Eventually he would want to kill her, and she knew he just might if he was ever alone with her again. She would have to talk to Stan. The tall man was her only hope of getting out of this thing alive.
Howie made her skin crawl. He reminded her of a gila monster. She wouldn't be safe around him, not at all.
When he left, she went into the bathroom and took another long shower. She washed her hair as well as the rest of her, glad her hair was short. A quick comb-through once it was dry, and she would have it fall right into place.
After her shower she went downstairs to the living room and turned on the TV set. When the news came on, she saw she was the main headline. She was missing, and the liquor store had been robbed. The owner of the store was swearing up and down about her honesty, which meant, as far as the police were concerned, that she had been kidnapped, perhaps because she could identify the robbers.
There was a three state alarm out for the robbers, and the FBi had been brought into the case now that exactly twenty-four hours had gone by. And the FBI almost always succeeded.
A sane man would have driven her far away, and then would have taken off. But Howie was crazy. He might just be crazy enough to want to kill her in the hope he could get away with it.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was four-thirty in the afternoon when, wandering through the basement of the house, she came upon a built-in spa. There was, among other things, a steam room, and Ilene decided it might be a good idea to let the steam work on her pores and get out whatever sperm of Howie's she had been unable to wash out. The place was almost boiling hot, and seemed to stink, yet when she'd adjusted the dials, noting it was impossible for anyone to accidentally broil her in there like a lobster, she enjoyed the feel of the steam opening her pores.
Off to the side, above a drain in the floor, she found a small cold shower which she could use every now and again when she felt the steam might be a bit too heavy. For a little while she completely relaxed.
Fifteen minutes went by, and suddenly the door to the steam room opened. At first she couldn't see who came in, but a moment later recognized the moon face of Marvin.
"Stan and I've been lookin' f you," he told her. "We wanted t'make sure you were all right."
"I'm fine," she answered.
Fright had gripped her when he'd opened the door, but when she saw who it was, she relaxed a little.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked.
"Why not!" she shrugged.
He stepped outside for a minute, and when he returned he was as naked as she. He had taken his glasses off, as well.
"I can't get over your body," he told her, standing next to her, staring at her large breasts. The heat had relaxed her nipples and they lay flat against her tits.
Even so, Marvin stared at them with wide eyes, letting her know he was hungry for her again. Her twin gloves were a dual feast, and he intended feasting.
His hands reached out slowly, and Ilene remained still, not flinching as his fingers closed around both nipples. He pulled each nipple between his forefinger and middle finger, pressing his thumbs hard against them, rubbing circularly, making them swell as blood rushed to fill the nipple sacs.
Ilene felt the heat beginning to boil in her hot pussy, and she knew it wasn't coming from the steam. Wanton desire was shooting up from her pink-lipped pussy through the rest of her body. Marvin wasn't Stanley, but there was still something desirable about him. Perhaps she was comparing him to Howie, who had no desirable traits at all.
"Uhhhhhhh...." she gasped, gripping his wrists with her own hands. "Oh God! Why am I reacting this way? It's almost as of you men had put something in my food."
"You did all the cooking," Marvin reminded her. "Besides, I don't need no aphrodisiacs. I got natural appeal."
Although Marvin didn't appear to be the sadistic kind of male who loved beating and dominating, he was definitely overbearing. Without actually causing her pain, he was letting her know she would do whatever pleased him, whenever it pleased him, in any manner that pleased him. The way his fingers tugged on her nipples as the balls of his thumbs caressed them, stroking them, making them enlarge into long, rubbery nails, let her know he had total power over her, even if he wasn't going to exercise it in a vicious way.
She was sighing now, almost purring as his fingers continued playing with her nipples. The heat of the steam room washed over the both of them, making them perspire profusely.
They remained that way for nearly a minute, and then Marvin released one nipple and wrapped an arm around her, drawing her close. He slowly pressed his lips to hers, letting his tongue slickly push its way between her lips and teeth, sinking itself as far into her sucking mouth as it could go. And all the while his other hand continued toying with her nipple, making her squirm her body against his.
"Mmmmmmm...." she sighed, making his tongue vibrate in her mouth.
Slowly he released her, letting her move back a little, but she still felt the marvelous way he had caressed and kissed her. There was no doubt he intended fucking her. But he wasn't rushing things. He was enjoying himself to the utmost playing with her, and he was making her enjoy being played with, there wasn't the overpowering physical attraction she'd felt with Stan, but he was still all man, and he knew how to make her enjoy him.
Ilene was humming contentedly, and she let her own hands slide over Marvin's muscular body. He was the strongest of the trio, with the solidest, hardest body.
Her hands moved like a hundred butterflies, reaching down and caressing his erect cock. Lord! She might not have loved the man, but she knew he adored her in spite of their circumstances. And even if his erection was not as long or as large as that of Stan, it was still immense when compared to those of her former husbands.
"That's one helluva nice penis," she whispered, kissing his lips gently, while fondling it.
"Nice enough to handle two chicks like you, honey," he told her. And he wasn't just saying it to hear himself talk. Ilene could see he really believed it.
Ilene laughed softly and walked across the room to where the shower spout stuck out of the wall. The heat of the steam room, combined with the inner heat she felt, was getting to be too much. She needed cooling off, and turned the faucet knob, letting cold water sprinkle down on her.
Marvin followed her, his solid cock bouncing around between his thighs like a grotesque, fleshy cannon. Then, when she stepped out from under the shower, he moved under and let some of the cold water fall down on him.
"It's really hot in here," he said to her, watching her sit on the tile bench on the side.
"It opens the pores and gets out all the body poisons," she explained. "Where are the others?"
"Stan is lookin' around outside, figurin' you might have gone for a walk. Howie is somewhere upstairs in his bedroom. Who cares?"
Both their bodies were totally immersed in their own perspiration as their pores remained wide open. Their faces were less than four feet apart, and each could see into the other's eyes. And each saw lust written there, reflecting an inner feeling.
"There's a small whirlpool bath in the next room," Marvin said to her. "It's supposed to be good for toning up the skin."
"Let's go!" Ilene insisted, holding out her hand.
Marvin grabbed her by the wrist and led her from the steam room into a small room with a yellow light overhead. There was what looked like a wide bathtub in it, and Marvin began filling it with water. When it was three quarters full, he stopped the water and pulled another lever. The water in the outsized tub began swirling madly.
Ilene put her foot in. The water was warm. She let herself slide in and began floating almost immediately, letting the vibrating water carry her all around the tub. There was a mild oil of wintergreen smell, and she could feel something mentholated seeping into her pores, making them tingle.
Marvin slid into the swirling waters next to her. He reached out for her and she came to him, letting him surround her with his arms. And then his mouth was kissing hers again, and she could taste his tongue once more as it swathed its way through her mouth. Her hand was once again wrapped around his solid cock. She squeezed as she felt Marvin's hand caress her bare buttock, stroking softly and sensuously. His other hand slid between her thighs from in front, rubbing lightly against her aching pussylips. And then she almost jumped as she felt his middle finger slide tightly into her squeezing cunt.
"Mmmmmm ... ooooh ... good...." She whispered, writhing on his inserted digit. She tingled, feeling the way it moved around inside her. A thumb was rubbing her swelling clit, and the sensations made her tighten her grip on his cock.
"You're ... all right," Marvin muttered, gasping as her fingers danced over the flesh tube of his penile extension.
She shivered as his thumb pressed hard against her clitoris. She felt his finger probing deeply inside her cunt, and all the while he bucked back and forth against the pressure of her hand surrounding his flesh wand. The combination of hot water swirling around her, added to the movements of one hand caressing her buttocks while the other explored the wonders of her anxious cunt drove Ilene into a frenzy.
"Christ!" she almost yelled. "You're driving me crazy."
Her shoulders pressed against the side of the tub as she arched her body toward him, letting his fingers continue their magic. He was making her hotter and hotter, and she reciprocated by tugging his penis harder and harder.
Then his hands stopped working on her. He suddenly pulled away from her and climbed out of the whirlpool. Turning, he offered her his hand, helping her out as he murmured, "Who the hell can concentrate on anything in that crazy whirlpool."
He pulled her willing body against his, crushing his mouth to hers, feeling her swollen tits flatten themselves against his hairy chest. Her rounded loins were grinding against his penis, ramming it solidly into his own belly as it stood upright. It throbbed there for the moment, a prisoner of their two wet, clutching torsos.
Once again Ilene felt Marvin's lancing tongue knife into her mouth, and quivering anticipation trickled up and down her spine like a thousand shattered icicles. Her nipples were long and hard, like two candy-coated licorice drops.
Ilene was more than just hot. The need to fuck had become something overpowering inside her. She didn't know why, but being here with these three boys had done more to arouse her animal passions than all the things she'd done over the years with either of her husbands. And each of these boys was more lewd and depraved than either of the men she'd divorced for not being able to fuck straight.
His tongue, licking madly through her yielding mouth, made Ilene more passionate than all the fingering either of her husbands had done.
"I'm ... burning ... up...." she gasped.
"The indoor swimming pool," he gasped. "It'll cool us off a little."
He turned her around, and keeping her body against his so his throbbing cock rubbed up and down in the slit of her ass, he guided her through another door to a large indoor swimming pool.
There was no doubt the people who lived here were better than well-off. Ilene wondered why they even had to bother going away on trips. If she had a house like this, she was certain it would be an adventure to explore it every day.
The pool room was blue and dimly lit, but Ilene didn't stop to admire it. The heat in her was more than she could stand. Her body was nowhere near an orgasm, yet the inner heat was as powerful as the warmth around her flesh. Even when she cooled off her flesh, she knew the strong inner heat would be there, but being cool on the outside would make it all tolerable.
Diving into the pool, she felt the cool water surround her as she jetted toward the bottom, then felt herself being buoyed up, up, up, until her head broke the surface and she splashed water in a large circle all around her. She stared up at Marvin, who was still standing at the edge of the pool, and for the first time since her kidnapping she laughed happily.
"Come on in," she called to him. "The water's cool but wonderful."
Marvin dived in after her, and she felt her skin prickle and tingle. She felt him coming up, and then his head popped to the surface next to hers.
"You're ... you're right," he stammered. "It's cool and good."
They swam together without touching one another, moving from one end of the pool to the other. All the perspiration and outer heat was washed off, but she still felt that inner heat, and with Marvin swimming beside her. That heat was getting stronger than ever.
They were halfway through their second round of the pool when she felt his strong arm encircle her waist and pull her to him. They kissed, treading water with their feet while caressing their bodies with their hands. Their tongues danced through their mouths, waltzing back and forth from her mouth to his.
"The hell with all this farting around," Marvin snapped, and dragged her to the side of the pool.
He hauled himself out of the pool and yanked her out with him. Then picking her up like a sack of potatoes, he threw her over his shoulder and carried her out of there. Stopping only to gather his clothes from outside the steamroom, he hurried up the basement stairs, then ran up the next flight and rushed to the master bedroom. He flung her damp body onto the bed, throwing his clothing on the floor. She spun over onto her back and looked up at him as he approached, and when his arms went around her, she said, "Hurt me, Marvin. Hurt me good!"
The sight of her bare, curved, white ass as she turned onto her side seemed to trigger something deep inside Marvin. It was a gorgeous, beautiful, shimmering rump. And she had begged him to hurt her. Yeah! Why not! Why not fuck that beautiful ass. He brought the flat of his hand down hard against it, making a loud, cracking noise.
"Yessss...." she nodded. "Yessss ... hurt me."
"Hurt you," he said almost mechanically, and slapped her buttocks again, then he grabbed his phallus, waved it at her, and said, "Y'see this? It's a sword. It was meant to hurt women. It's to be used to impale broads like you."
He was kneeling on the bed now, letting his rampant rod rub against her. She thought he might want to plow his heavy tool into her cunt from the rear, so she spread her thighs and said, "Yes. Impale me. Skewer me with it. Push it straight up into my heart."
The vision of her open thighs and round ass cheeks, with a beard of soft brown moss all but hanging below as she got up on her knees, set Marvin's blood boiling. The openness of her pink pussy, inviting him to come into it sent a strong bolt of sensuality through him. His hard cock began jerking up and down madly. There was liquid seeping from inside, and it wasn't water from the swimming pool, but moisture manufactured inside her. It made her pussylips shine and glisten.
Fuck me! Ilene thought. Jam that fat cock of yours right up into my hot cunt. Oh God! I want to be fucked!
Marvin knelt between her parted knees, staring at the twin eggs of her rump, like fruit from an ostrich's nest. She could feel his eyes almost burning into her rectum as she undulated her body from side to side, making it all the more tempting.
She felt his knees move forward, and then he was grabbing his solid cock and pressing it against her cunt slot from behind. But he wasn't stuffing it in. On the contrary, he was rubbing the head around the outer lips again and again, and then pushing it forward so the knobby point pressed against her swollen clitoris.
Oh God! she thought. Don't delay it. Fuck me! Fuck me now! The sensations of his heavy cock rubbing against her pussylips was becoming too much to bear.
Then she felt the weighty penile tip sliding up through her cuntlips and touching her perineum. But it didn't stop there. It kept moving up, and she felt it slide through the furrow between her two gluteal cheeks until it began rubbing softly against her bunghole, depositing its own oil against the crinkly orifice.
"Yes," he whispered. "I'm going to hurt you. And it'll be one terrific hurt."
Suddenly Ilene was afraid. She was no less excited, but she was afraid. She remembered she was a captive, and she would have to do anything he wanted.
"What are you going to do?" she gasped. "I'm going to fuck you in your wonderful ass," he whispered.
"Oh no!" she yelped, remembering how hard it had been for her ass to hold Howie's skinny cock. This one would tear her wide open.
The mere thought of that monstrous, stallion-sized cock buried in her tiny, helpless rectum was frightening. Good Lord! He'd tear out the flesh inside. She remembered how tight it had been fitting into her cunt. True, Stan's was larger, but Stan's hadn't penetrated her cunt, much less her asshole. And now he wanted to ream out her anus with it. He was insane. Ilene trembled, afraid and terrified all of a sudden, even though the heat was still burning in her body.
But it was too late to think, anymore. She felt him pressing the bulbous head of his wet-pointed cock against her asshole. She was still on her knees, and she knew if she tried falling down on the bed, he would probably slap her silly, causing her a lot of unwanted pain.
Her head fell down, resting on the pillow, staring backwards, seeing the whole thing upside down. She felt his eyes staring at the tiny brown bud of her anus as he pressed the head of his penis against it. Her ass muscle was tight and resisting, and she felt a bit of pain as his arms wrapped themselves around her thighs, holding her still as he pumped forward. She tightened her sphincter all the more, but it was no use. His cock head was strong. It pushed, and she felt the ring of her sphincter stretching, stretching, stretching, and then there was pain as she felt the nose slowly insert itself into the tight, squeezing hole.
"Oh Godddddddddd!" she yelled. "Marvin ... it ... hur-r-r-ts!"
She was panting and sweating bullets as that cold, chilling feeling took hold of her. She could see his tensed thighs and she realized he wouldn't be happy until he had his pole all the way into her ass.
"Oh shit!" Marvin exploded, feeling the unbelievable tightness of her squeezing asshole as it crushed around the tip of his pressing cock. His hands were gripping her hips so tightly she could feel his fingers digging into her flesh. The harder he shoved, the more aroused everything seemed to feel.
"Marvin!" she screamed. "It ... hurts! Oh God! It really hurts! Ughhhhh!"
"Shut up!" Marvin snapped. "Shut that bitch mouth of yours and keep these asscheeks nice and high."
Both of them knew this was one fuck she would never forget. Hell! It was a fuck he wouldn't forget, either. His cock was lodging itself deeper and deeper, and as his thick pole moved in. The sight of her ass looked like a ripe cantaloupe being perfectly halved.
"Christ! This is tight!" he grunted. "Oh shit! You have a great ass. I think I'm gonna stick to just fuckin' your ass from now on."
Little cries turned to loud shrieks as Ilene felt her entire rectum searing with agony. If he wasn't ripping her rectal membranes apart, he was stretching them to the tearing point. She thought her cheeks would burst apart before his thick cock was finished with her.
The dressing table mirror was back and off to the side. With her head down and her eyes peering between her thighs, Ilene could just barely make out the way Marvin's cock was forcing its way into the tightness of her pressured asshole. Christ! Much as it hurt she had to admit it looked terrific. She could understand why Marvin felt it so important to finish buggering her. She was becoming aroused all over again.
Looking along the line of her belly, she could see Marvin's dangling balls, loaded with semen and swinging wildly as he forced more of his thick meat into her. She moaned as the mighty, turgid rod slowly disappeared into the widening O of her asshole, making her quivering asscheeks tremble.
Marvin jerked forward a bit more, and Ilene bit her lip to keep from screaming as a bit more of the solid mass pushed itself into her crushing anus. She exhaled, then took a deep breath, feeling her anal hole pucker around the intruding flesh as if kissing it and sucking on it. The solid meat in her ass felt so hard, it was almost brittle. Ilene wondered if she bent in one direction or another whether or not the rod might not break off, lodged in her ass.
Ilene the Prude, she thought. Ilene the Straitlaced. Ilene who had refused to allow either of her husbands what should have been their right, was now being more than punished as Marvin drove his steaming pole into her asshole up to the gonads. She was really getting everything she deserved, in spades.
"Ayyyaagggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgh!" she screamed as he pulled back and slammed the full length of his powering cock into her ass again. She tried twitching her ass from side to side in the hope she would eventually be able to squeeze him out of her. But she felt Marvin leaning forward, pressing his cock deeper and deeper into her tight ass. His hands slid forward under her body, reaching for her dangling tits. He gripped them as if they were supports and pulled himself forward while tugging her back. Ilene felt the ponderous caduceus of cock sliding in and out a bit more easily as his lubricant oiled the way. He released one breast and slid the hand back until he could reach under her and rub the juicing crack of her swampy vagina. He rubbed her watering pussy until he felt her oils come pouring out all over his hand and wrist, then he lunged forward again, nailing his cock into the blazing depths of her clutching rectum. Her muscular sphincter almost popped as it literally vacuumed his throbbing phallus into her squeezing rictus of rectum. She felt him pounding it into her almost venomously, as if he hated her.
Christ! Ilene thought she would faint from the agony. Was this her punishment for having been so prudish with her husbands? Was some kind of devil taking his revenge on her for not allowing either of the men she'd married to truly love her in every way possible? She'd believed she was right in what she had been doing. She was positive she had followed the way she had been brought up. Had her upbringing been wrong?
Even with heavy pain ripping at the walls of her anus, she was beginning to feel something else from Marvin's incessant plunging into her rectum. She could feel a licentious satisfaction starting to tingle in her seething asshole as his hand continued rubbing her simmering cunt and titillating her shuddering clitoris. She was a slave to perversion, but not the perversion brought about by Marvin's plunging prick. She was a slave to her own prurient desires. She was beginning to enjoy the way his thick, weighty cock steamed in and out of her ass tunnel, in spite of the pain. Yes, yes, it was beginning to really feel good.
She felt his hairy pelvis slam into her soft asscheeks as, grunting and groaning, he continued slamming his pole consistently into the tight, hot depths of her ass. She could feel his heavy balls, still dangling low, slamming against her glistening cunt, making her squirm and wriggle as his fingers continued invading the depths of her creaming pussy while his thumb kept on massaging her aching clitoris.
Her throat felt raw, and she could no longer scream, but she was making some kind of rasping sound each time his cock plunged anew into the tight, crushing center of her blistering glory hole. She was gutturally stammering and yet, he could detect a difference. Her ass was no longer merely open to him, accepting the lancing his cock was giving it. The sphincter was not passively allowing the heavy penis to merely massage it as it moved back and forth. Her ass tunnel was tightly gripping his staff, clutching it, making movement harder, causing herself more pain, and yet ... yet ... causing herself something other than pain. Even so, he was the one doing the work, and it bothered him. He wanted to feel that tight ass slide along his dingus as it went in. He wanted her to move, as well.
"C'mon," he snapped, almost pulling her clit away from her suffering body. "Move that fuckin' ass. Move it fast. Start shovin' it back against my cock. NOW!" i
"Oh my God!" she screamed at him. "Don't you know ... uhhhhh ... how much ... aarrrrrggghhhh ... you're ... oooh ... hurting me?"
"Fuck with that ass!" he insisted.
"No ... no ... no ... ayaaaaaggghhhhhh ... no ... no...."
He rammed his sucking finger even deeper into her clasping cunt, wiggling it around, pressing it harder against the sopping walls of her vagina. He could feel the thin membrane separating her cunt from her ass, and he could also detect the pressure of his cock as it pressed against that wall and rubbed his finger.
Ilene could see everything he was doing, and the more it hurt, the more it also aroused her. She was on fire as she had been the previous night when she'd been with Stan. She watched the one hand continue to squeeze and press her nipple, sending raw pleasure shooting through her. She also saw the other hand continuing to plummet into her soft pussy while massaging her clitoris, also enhancing the mad sensations inside her. And she could see the way his pole was consistently thrusting into her tight ass.
And suddenly, just like that, it seemed her ass tunnel widened a bit, and the pain was disappearing. Lo and behold it seemed to fade more and more quickly until it was all but gone. She knew it would come back again, later on. She remembered how much her ass had hurt after Howie had finished reaming it out.
Marvin's hard cock was much longer and thicker. The pain would be excruciating, but later, later. Right now, the feeling had totally changed. It felt very good as a matter-of-fact. Her breath was locked in her throat, and the sobs had suddenly stopped coming out of her as she realized ... she liked it. She was thrilling to the way the sodomizing cock plunged in and out of her. The glowing thrills lighting up her nipple and clitoris had now spread to her rectal interior. Her soft rectal tunnel no longer clutched at his cock, but literally crushed it, almost flattening it as she began pushing her asscheeks back and forth along the length of it. Overpowering want was replacing any feeling of degradation she'd had. Agony had all but disappeared. Thrills of rapture enlarged with each attack of his spearing cock.
She heard Marvin moan, and realized he was staring down at the way his cock was stabbing into her. He had become aware by the way her backside was pounding up toward him that she was no longer in pain, but was actually enjoying it. This increased his own lasciviousness, making him fuck into her ass all the more wildly. Her head rested on the pillow as she stared at the wonderful way his lubricated pole continued sluicing in and out of her hot tunnel. She could see the way his fingers were also thrusting more and more madly in and out of her swollen pussy.
"I'm ... I'm ... gonna ... c ... c ... come...." she heard him say. "Oh shit am I ever gonna come."
His voice sounded gravelly and obscene as he speeded up the mad assault on her buttocks. His hands continued making her nipple and clit tingle over and over.
Her tits had become larger, more swollen, as his hand had tantalized her nipple. His fingers were actually pinching the nipple, pressing it hard. There should have been pain, but all she could feel was perverse pleasure.
Mad fingers now plunged wildly into her soggy snatch, making a slurping noise each time they went in. And all the while his thick, swollen dork continued slamming its full length all the way into her seething asshole. The muscles in both, her cunt and her ass, appeared to be developing more strongly as both milked the parts of his body inserted in her. The way quicksand pulled something down was the way her cunt and ass sucked in his fingers and cock.
Sharp, needle-like stabs of continually, increasing thrills were swiftly enlarging inside Ilene. She had been built to a point where she could go no higher. She was at the absolute summit of desire. And then, like an avalanche, or a mud slide, or like lava falling down the sides of a volcano after it had erupted, she felt the oncoming orgasm threatening to overpower her so completely, she would never be able to recover.
She could feel the hard-thrusting, imitating penis of his fingers cramming all the harder into her soggy nookie, matching the maddening downstroke of his thrusting cock. The membrane separating her cunt from her ass felt thinner than ever as she felt his fingers all but rub against his in-thrusting cock. She pressed her head into the pillow maddeningly, arching her ass upward all the harder to feel the power of his plunging dick.
He increased his own driving power, and she could hear him sighing and moaning, and knew he was totally lost in what he was doing.
"That's it!" he yelled at her. "That's the way to do it. Fuck that beautiful ass up to me all the way. Thatta girl ... uhhhhh ... yeah ... ahhhhh ... fuck ... ahhhh ... f-u-u-u-u-u-ckkkkkkkk...."
But from that point on his words were completely drowned out by her loud, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaay yyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggghhhhhaaaaaaaaawwwwaaaaaggghh...."
The climax filled her cunt to overflowing as his fingers continued plunging in and out, in and out.
All the while using his thumb on her clitoris so that it was a double climax, a clitoral one mingled with a vaginal one.
The mad sounds of her crazy screams mixed with the lurching action of her thrusting body was what was needed to send Marvin over the top. Deep in his balls everything seemed to come together, and the volcanic eruption finally took place. Overpowering pressure seemed to explode from his swollen balls shooting jet bursts through the tiny tube in his cock and out into her seething rectum.
There it was zinging into her. Burning blasts of hot liquid shot through her raw rectum, and like some kind of magic balm all the soreness seemed to disappear. It was as if some kind of magic medicine was soothing all the aches and pains and hurts inside her, leaving only the enhancement of her own vaginal and clitoral orgasms. The liquid continued pumping all the way into her thrashing rectal channel. A crazy, thrusting, lusting, crushing, spurting madness enclosed him as he jammed his jerking rod farther up into the sucking, pulling, milking center of her rectum, filling her tight hole with a river of semen.
Ilene's hands were beneath her body, pressing tightly against the hand he still had lodged deep inside her seething twat. She felt as if a thousand stars had gone into nova, bursting madly at once. Her own screaming seemed to drown out everything for awhile. Then above her own voice she heard the roar of Marvin's voice as he came and came again inside her seething tunnel. She felt as if the membrane separating her ass and her cunt had disappeared, and Marvin's fingers were now rubbing his cock, masturbating it inside her rectum. She was a single hollow of delicious delights, twitching madly to the pulsations of cock as it shot load after load of sperm into her colon. Nothing else seemed to matter any longer. She was completely devoured by the monster known as total orgasm.
She watched his cock continue to pound into her, pumping quarts of milky gism into her. Then, with her head buried in the pillow and her eyes staring up at the way his cock seemed locked into her, she saw the whitewash back up and seep out through the faults in the fitting of his cock in her ass. It ran out and trickled down from her twitching pussy as his hand continued reaming in and out despite her having had so powerful a climax.
And then she realized he was unable to withdraw his fingers. Her vulvular muscle was gripping the fingers so tightly, it was all he could do to keep the circulation going in them by continuing to pump his fingers in her lusting twat.
Why, she wondered, did her body hold onto his fingers so strongly? And then she noticed her asshole had tightened up around what should have been a deflating cock. But the pressure of her sphincter on the base of his penis refused to allow the blood to flow out of the sacs, and suddenly she felt her third orgasm take hold. It was that rectal one again, just as she'd felt it the previous night, only this one was four times more powerful. Anything Howie Branton had been able to bring on with his cock was minor compared to what Marvin was doing.
The last few spurts of his come in her asshole was all she needed to trigger her climax, and she trembled and screamed a short, "Yaaannngggh h h h h...."as the anal orgasm totally overwhelmed her, inundating her completely.
Now she understood why sodomy was considered perverted. The feeling in her ass was so overwhelmingly good, it just wasn't right. A rectum supposedly was not designed for sexual pleasure. And since homosexuality was considered immoral, and men couldn't feel the pleasure of a good cock in their own rectums, they had decided to deny said pleasure to women, as well. Well screw that. From now on any hole in her body that could be fucked, would be.
CHAPTER FIVE
Supper that night was a pot roast with potatoes and asparagus. All three men ate heartily. Ilene wasn't hungry. Escape had been on her mind since late afternoon, and she felt tonight would be a perfect time to try it.
Howard Branton was drinking a load of hot chocolate, and it was making him tired. As he stared at the video screen he seemed to be getting sleepier and sleepier.
Both Stan and Marvin still seemed wide awake, in spite of the heavy portions of food they had consumed. They, with Ilene, were sitting in the living room, watching TV along with Branton.
According to the TV news, authorities were now divided as to whether or not Ilene Mallory was still alive. As the hours passed, hope seemed to wane.
"See," Branton murmured to the others. "We wait awhile longer. When the search dies down, we drive the chick out to the middle of nowhere and leave her there to walk back while you guys make good your escape. If we blindfold her when we drive her outta here, she'll never know where she's been, and she won't be able to finger me, either. Okay?"
"Sure," Stan nodded.
"Right," Marvin agreed.
But Ilene felt she knew Howard Branton better than either of the other two men. He had no intention of driving her anywhere. At the first opportunity, she felt he would kill her, no matter how enthralled he was with her body. She had to get away, and get away fast.
Both Stan and Marvin were staring at her, and she knew the look in their eyes. Stan would have wanted to have her by himself, considering how Marvin had hogged her during the early afternoon. But Marvin was horny all over again, and there would have been a big argument had Ilene not signaled she would take on both at the same time. Marvin, who was drinking a Coke, smiled.
They left Branton, who was asleep by that time, and went up to the master bedroom. Marvin brought his Coke bottle with him.
"Which hole d'you want?" Marvin asked, shutting the door.
"The cunt," Stan murmured. "Christ! I'm hot f that cunt. I haven't been in it yet, and I figure it's about time."
"Fine with me," Marvin nodded. "I wanna use that ass again. She has the greatest ass in the world."
"Maybe, but it isn't ready for this," Stan answered, dropping his pants and revealing his monstrous prong. It dwarfed Marvin's mighty penis.
Marvin set his half empty Coke bottle on a nearby night table and walked over to her. He bent his head and began sucking on her right nipple. The pressure of his lips and the heat of his mouth began reaching Ilene immediately. When he was ready to move to her other breast, he felt Stan, who by now had stripped, grip his hair and say, "Halfies, Marvin. The other tit is mine. Keep your slobbering lips off and let me do some sucking."
His head moved down and Ilene felt his mouth surround her other nipple. His lips began to expertly pull while his tongue lapped madly at the swelling nipple.
The sensation was different. She felt two mouths caress her tits at the same time. Instantly she could feel the difference.
It would have been wrong to say one mouth was better than the other. One technique differed from the other, but both mouths were equally good. Stan pursed his lips around her nipple and pulled, compressing them firmly around the tiny nail of flesh. His tongue lapped flatly against the tip of said nipple, moving up and down and side to side, making Ilene sigh.
Marvin engulfed the entire teat into his mouth, letting the rear of his palate caress her nipple while his lips sucked avidly on the flesh of her solid breast and his tongue licked part of her aureole. He let the boob slide in and out of his mouth much like Stan's penis had moved between her lips the previous night.
Their very presence was highly erotic, and she could feel her cunt creaming heavily. The musky scent heavily filled the room, and she knew they could smell it as well as she.
"Finger yourself," Marvin suggested. "Finger yourself while we watch." And both backed away.
She had given up trying to anticipate what either of them wanted. She had also given up the thought that either of them was mad. She had found them saner than she was.
Sitting on the bed, she drew her knees up to her chest and spread them wide apart, giving the two men an unobstructed view of her leaking pussy.
Then she reached down and with the forefingers of both hands, spread the tight lips until they gaped widely, revealing the pinkness within. The dressing table mirror let her see the reflection of what the two men saw. Her honeypot was a rich, vibrant pink, almost coral, and lubricant was seeping out of the deep, dark, mysterious center, covering her thighs and lower asscheeks.
Slowly, sinuously, she inserted a forefinger into the tight tunnel between her thighs. In all the years she'd been aware of her sexuality, Ilene had never once thought to masturbate. Now, the feeling of her own finger sliding in and out of her hot channel was an odd, different sensation. She could feel it in her cunt, but more important, she could feel the way her seething hollow tightly gripped her finger and was surprised at the muscular strength in her own vulva.
"Mmmmm," she moaned aloud, letting the two boys know that her finger was really getting to her as it slurped in and out.
She noticed Marvin was hurriedly undressing now, and soon both he and Stan were in the altogether. The sight of the two phalluses, side by side-one a thick log of oak, and the other a trunk of redwood, inflamed her. And both would shortly be buried inside her. If she worked earnestly enough and tired the two of them out, she just might be able to escape. That vine she had seen hanging down the wall looked like it might be strong enough to take her weight. She would use it to climb over the wall and get out.
"Lie down," she said to Stan, still fingering herself, letting globs of lubricant continue to pour out of heft.
Stan lay down on the bed, and his mighty Sequoia stood straight up, like the giant tree it resembled. She could see it vibrating with lustful anticipation.
With her finger still buried in her burning quim, she got up on her knees and walked over to where Stan lay. With her tongue she lightly licked the monstrous staff, making it slick, smooth and oily. She removed her finger, got up and squatted above his huge pylon, then slowly lowered herself onto it. She felt the mushroom of his phallic head as it poked between first her outer lips, and then her inner lips. She whimpered as she felt the heaviness wedge her vaginal walls apart. Oh God!
This was some spectacular cock. It was only the second one she'd felt stuffed into her cunt since her abduction, but it felt unbelievably thick, almost creating the impression she was being de-cherried. It made Marvin's feel like a toothpick, and Marvin's had really felt heavy that one time it had pushed into her.
Shuddering, she lowered herself a bit more on the mighty, monolithic dong, trembling as she felt it continue to force her interior tunnel to widen. Even so, her seething hole was clutching tightly to the probe she had stuffed inside it, sucking madly on the satin flesh surrounding the iron rod. Her vulvular muscle opened a bit more to accept some additional length of penile thickness as it pressed all the way up into her.
"Oh my Godddd!" she uttered, feeling the delightful intrusion of his thick member as it shoved its way in all the deeper.
Little by little it pushed farther up into her. Her ankles, unable to stand the strain, gave way, and she fell down to her knees, no longer squatting, as more of Stan's weighty muscle urged its way into her. She rocked back and forth, letting her passageway get used to the intruding powerizer filling it.
"Once more," Stan gasped, and she knew he could feel the crushing tightness of her walls. Having felt how tightly they had gripped her finger, she was well able to imagine what they were doing to his pressing prong.
She felt his large hands grab her hips and tug, and then she was all the way down, her burning box completely sheathing the full, monstrous length of his shuddering prick. Even before he was ready, she forced her body to rise slightly, then slammed down again, feeling the glans ram itself against the entrance to her womb. It pained a little, but it was such a nice pain. Up she rose, down she slammed. Soon she was doing it cadently, feeling the heavy cylinder massage her tissues, making her tingle with anticipation.
Then she felt herself being pushed forward. At first she thought it was Stan's hand in the small of her back, then she realized both his hands were still clutching her large, firm, round, white hips. Marvin was pushing her forward, pressing her pillow-like breasts against Stan's hairy chest. She felt the wiry strands tickle her nipples, making them swell even larger.
Her mouth covered Stan's, and she felt his tongue instantly slice its way between her lips and lash at her teeth. She shivered as she tasted tobacco on his breath. On anyone else's breath it had been a detriment, but in Stan's mouth it tasted wild and arousing. She licked his teeth and lapped at his palate, twisting her tongue around his, and sucking his lips with hers.
A tingle at her rectum made her start. She felt Marvin licking her asshole with his tongue, trying to force the tip into her anus, past her sphincter. She writhed and rotated madly, spiraling on Stan's weighty cock as Marvin's tongue continued trying to probe its way into her. She felt him licking and lapping lightly rather than trying to force her asshole to open up. Little by little her anal muscle relaxed, and slowly but surely he slid his tongue past the sphincter into the wrinkled center of the cute brown pucker. He licked thoroughly, filling her rectum with a large quantity of thick, heavy saliva. Then he pulled his tongue out and proceeded to press the knob of his anxious cock against her bunghole.
"C'mon," he urged, pressing down on her, stuffing her full of Stan's salami-like schlong. "We fitted it in there before, we can do it again."
"That was before I had the Empire State Building clogging my cunt," she grunted.
Stan's weighty prong was pressing the membrane inside her hot cunt strongly against her ass, making her rectal orifice smaller than ever. Even so, Marvin pushed hard, and although Ilene felt a bit of pain, she knew the solid point was about to enter her.
She relaxed her body as much as she could, letting the thick probe move into her a fraction of an inch at a time. Her sphincter closed tightly around his glans once it was in, and she mumbled a low, "Unnnnn-nhhhhhh...." as she felt the combined pressure of thick cock in her ass and thicker cock in her cunt.
"Hollld it steady," Marvin groaned, trying to ease more of his solid cock into her.
For a few moments they remained that way, with Marvin unable to make further inroads. Then slowly, very slowly, he felt some of the pressure on his cock yield as her ass widened.
Ilene felt him press more of his thick cylinder into her stretching ass tube. The countering pressure from Stan's even thicker meat roll made entry even more difficult than it had been, earlier in the afternoon. Stan gripped her hips tightly, keeping her totally impaled on his solid baton, letting it probe into the deep recesses of her twitching box. It made her shudder all the more, feeling the blunted, round point of his solid penis rub strongly against her cervix.
Marvin's solid rod pushed a little deeper into her ass. She knew her membranes wouldn't be torn. Her ass could stretch to accommodate his entering probe. The dual sensation was something delicious. Nerve-endings tingled as electric sparks seemed to shoot into her ass. It was wild, and it made her rotate while still spitted on Stan's cock as it remained deep in her seething pussy.
"That's the way," Marvin whispered, straining as he felt his solid wand pushing deeper. "Good girl! It's going right in, now. Oh wow! A little more and you'll have the whole thing. Yeah!"
Ilene shuddered, feeling the last of the heavy penis-pole slide into her rectum. She shivered, feeling his balls press against the cheeks of her ass, just as she felt Stan's weighty balls squeezed between her thighs. She wondered if the two scrotums were touching. She hated to admit it to herself, but she was enjoying the way Marvin's solid cock bored into her ass almost as much as Stan's meat was slamming into her seething cunt. In fact, because of Stan's upthrust cock, Marvin's felt all the more delightful. And as Marvin slowly withdrew and plunged it in again, she bounced ever so slightly, feeling Stan's solid pole also move inside her.
The two penises were moving in a countering way. As Marvin's hard cock stuffed itself into her ass, it seemed to make Ilene rise and let Stan's pole withdraw and slide out of her. As Marvin's steaming prick retreated, Ilene sat down again, her hungry cunt swallowing Stan's cock all over again. Stan seemed very understanding about the whole thing, though when she looked straight into his eyes, she saw pain at his not having her all to himself.
Stan was probably the weakest member of the three. Not that he was some kind of sniveling worm or anything like that. Rather he was a gentle person. She had come to understand this, realizing what he'd told her was probably the truth. Howie Branton had fooled them into going along with him and helping out with the robbery. And Branton was doing it for kicks, for lack of something better to do. Branton was a real sickie. She hoped she could get away from the three men, and once they found her missing, Stan and Marvin would leave Branton once and for all.
She loved the way Stan's succulent cock seemed to slurp its way through her cunt. If she'd been back in the big city, at a fashion job, she would have kept Stan as her own private gigolo. But somehow she got the impression he wasn't the type to allow himself to be kept. Nevertheless, while he was making his way, she'd keep him in a decent apartment, and when he finally made it on his own, she'd let him keep her.
Ilene had no illusions about Stan. She knew he wasn't the type of boy with whom she could form any solid relationship. He needed more than one woman. That was the story of his life. She knew this without his even telling it to her. But her relationship with him could have developed into something long-range, even though he'd be screwing other girls, as well. But then, she'd be screwing other men.
Stop dreaming, Ilene, she thought to herself. Once you get away from here, there'll be no kind of relationship with these boys whatsoever. They'll be running like hell, and you'll be the cause of it.
Had it not been for Howie Branton, Ilene would have stayed with them willingly. Marvin was a decent sort whose only hangup was stuffing his cock in her ass. And now that she was learning to like it, she no longer thought of it as a hangup. But she didn't dare talk to him or to Stan about trying to leave. Howie was the one with the gun. She knew he wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone who got in the way.
Her lips were buried in Stan's shoulder now as he bent his head forward and pillowed it between the heavy cushions of her swollen tits. She wrapped her arms around him and held him closely to her, humping her steaming cunt up and down on his gigantic probing phallus. At the same time, she felt the wonderful, thrilling, drilling, pounding of Marvin as he continued stuffing his cock in and out of her tight, squeezing asshole. She shook and shuddered, thrilling to the lascivious sensations, fancying she was loved by there two amoral men.
Their cocks moved delightfully through the two tunnels in her trembling body and she seemed to roll with them. Her eyes shut tightly as she thrilled rapturously to the feelings the two masculine poles imparted.
Burning ripples seemed to spread madly through her tight ass channel, as sparks continued exploding in her filled cunt. She began moving faster, tightening the muscular grip of her vulva and her sphincter so neither penis would fall out.
"Shit!" Stan muttered, sucking on her nipples. "I can feel those nuts of his rubbing against mine. Hell! I can even make out the long, tube-like shape of his cock in her ass as it moves. Christ! This is wild. This is really wild."
"Jesus! This is really something," Marvin admitted, "Branton has small balls. I couldn't feel a fuckin' thing last night when I had my cock in her cunt and he had his in her asshole. Shit! I wonder if he has any feeling at all in that tiny cock of his."
Ilene felt wild tingles in her ass and realized she was about to enjoy another anal orgasm. Her asshole squeezed tightly around Marvin's pounding pecker, applying so much heavy pressure he was almost unable to move it. Even so, she continued bouncing up and down on Stan's powerful penis, feeling Marvin's cock deep in her ass, making it shiver with icy wonder.
"I'm going to come," she whispered to Stan. "I'm going to come in my ass."
"Come!" he insisted, licking a nipple, feeling the pressure of her two tits surrounding his face. "Come hard! Make it a good one. Don't let it ease away from you. Come on, honey. Come on. Come!"
Marvin heard Stan's last word and said, "Come on, baby. If you're gonna come, now's the time to do it."
"But what about you?" she gasped back at Marvin.
"You got another hole if necessary," Marvin laughed. "Don't worry. I can always come in there."
"The hell you will," Stan growled. "That mouth is my private come-container."
"Shut up!" Ilene screamed at them both. "This stupid bickering has made me lose that feeling in my rectum."
"Well then, supposing we just increase the one in your lovely cunt," Stan snapped, and gripping her hips, forced her up and down on his prick at a much faster rate.
Ilene felt her body being jerked up and down wildly, and her tight-gripping anus pulled Marvin's grasping cock right along with her. Up and down, up and down, and she felt Stan's solid steaming pole rubbing so strongly against all the walls of her slick vagina, that she knew her orgasm in her cunt would come long before the fading one in her ass. Marvin was a nice guy, but he was overanxious, and his bickering with Stan had made her temporarily lose that feeling in her ass.
She bucked her own hips all the faster now, anxious for that distant feeling in her flaming snatch to overtake and overwhelm her. She could feel the tingle getting larger and larger, growing, growing, filling her pussy with that wonderful anxiety. Then it slammed into her with all the power of a toppling brick wall.
"Eyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnaaaaaggghhhhhh!" she screamed, loudly as sweat broke out all over her.
Sparklers went off by the thousands in her brain as the wonderful feeling soared up from her burning cunt, and shot through her shuddering body. She shook and spasmed wildly, and only the length of Stan's mighty muscle kept him from being un-cunted then and there.
She was gasping for air as fire burned in her lungs. Thrill followed thrill as she squirmed madly. She felt like a tiger shark out of water, on the end of a long, wonderful gaff, shuddering herself to a wonderful death.
Slowly the roaring in her brain decelerated and her thoughts started becoming coherent as she realized Stan was still solidly plugged into her and fucking her body up and down with his hands as if in a hurry to bring on his own orgasm.
"Stan," she whispered. "Can't take it! Feeling is too strong. Please Stan, pull out of my cunt."
Always an easygoing man, Stan slid his cock out of her burning cunt. He moved up on the bed a little and surrounded her face with his hairy thighs.
Ilene didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth and gobbled in the thick penis, swallowing and swallowing and swallowing. It pushed to the back of her throat immediately, and her gullet was more than glad to open up and pull the throbbing glans inside. Her pharynx swallowed and tightened the muscles in her throat, locking his corona behind her gullet. Her lips pressed tightly around the solid pole, and her tongue licked furiously at the weighty underside. Her own hands gripped his hips now and held him tightly against her face, feeling them tickle her nose.
In the meantime, Marvin continued ploughing into her tight rectum. But with Stan's cock out of Ilene's cunt, some of the pressure was gone. Damn! Damn! Damn! He wanted to feel that pressure. It had really been something.
Even as his hips continued thrusting his solid wang into the tightness of her grasping anus, Marvin spotted the half-empty Coke bottle on the nearby night table. Without losing the rhythm, he reached back, and as his hips sent his hard, well-rounded penis deep into Ilene's narrow ass-corridor, he grabbed the bottle. He continued shoving his hard meat all the way up into her tight bunghole, and began drinking the remains of the soda.
He finished the soda in almost no time, then grasped the bottle firmly, reached around in front and yanked Ilene's thighs wide. As her head continued hobbling up and down on the thick dingus Stan was ramming into her mouth, he began easing the neck of the bottle into her.
Ilene felt the cold, unyielding, solidity being pushed between her thighs and wanted to see what was happening. But Stan's hands were now on top of her head, keeping her mouth locked onto his phallus. She felt her face being shoved toward Stan's pelvis again. Marvin's thick shaft shoved its way tightly into her ass, and something cold, hard, and very thick was being wormed into her tight cunt. She could feel pressure starting to build again as the cold object pushed deeper and deeper into her tight box. Whatever it was, it was pushing her membrane tightly against the throbbing cock rubbing back and forth in her ass. She could feel Marvin's stiff cock suddenly starting to expand, and she knew he would be coming at any moment.
At the same time she felt Stan's thick penis swelling in her throat. Her gullet, pressing tightly around the rim of his coronal helmet, began squeezing and crushing even more, and she could feel the heavy pulsations coming from Stan's solid cock. He was going to shoot, and shoot at any second.
"I ... can ... feel it," Marvin was gasping. "It's ... uhhh ... coming ... ohyes ... yes ... yes...."
He was slamming his hairy thighs into her tender buttocks with such force, she could feel them bounce off her rubbery cushions, thinking, every action had a reaction.
His hard, grinding pole was swollen to its full length, now plunging ever deeper into her even tighter ass. She could feel that other orgasmic sensation building in her rectum once again, and she could even feel something funny happening in her seething cunt as Marvin continued to shove the bottle in and out of her.
"Maaaaaaaaaaaa!" Marvin yelled, and suddenly sent a load of searing jism into her squirming colon. It shot so far up she thought she could actually feel the sperm lining the walls of her stomach.
"OH Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh!" Stan countered, and fired his wad down her throat, once again robbing her of the delicious taste as it slammed right into her belly.
The white greasy gushers seemed to hit head-on, one coming up from her ass while the other shot down from her throat. The result was a dual orgasm on her part, but not the kind she'd expected. The one building in her ass hit right on schedule, and had her mouth not been so stopped up with cock, she would have screamed louder than either of the two males. As it was, all she could come out with was an "Ukkkkkkkkkkkkk...."
Even as he shot his load into her throat, Stan continued pumping his hips back and forth, and Ilene's next climax came. Not only was it totally unexpected, but the area where she felt it begin was unbelievable. She had no idea anyone could feel some kind of orgasm in there. It was in her throat, at the base of her tongue, and it shot straight down into her body to connect with the one building in her ass.
Though there was no additional climax building in her cunt, the other two made her body tighten so strongly, she began firing jets of lubricant, shooting all over her thighs. Luckily her nostrils were unplugged, and she could breathe, otherwise she would have suffocated because of the powerful way the orgasms hit her.
Stan's mighty organ slowly wilted, leaving her throat, then falling out of her mouth. She lay with her head on his belly, gasping for air and panting madly as Marvin's cock shrunk and fell from inside her ass. He lay with his head on her back.
Finally he withdrew the bottle from inside her cunt and held it up. Outside, it was all covered with her oils, but inside, they saw nearly an inch of sticky liquid. She had shot a load of it into the bottle.
CHAPTER SIX
The two men were exhausted, and both crawled off to the bedrooms they used, where they fell asleep, Ilene went downstairs and saw Howie Branton snoring in the living room with the TV set still on. Good! She decided not to pass through the room and disturb Branton in any way. It was time to leave.
She found the back door, the way she had been brought into the house, and she decided it was her best way out. There was a wire running from the corner of the door to an alarm bell, but there was a switch near the bell. She flipped it and hoped she had turned the alarm off rather than on. Taking a deep breath, she pulled open the door. Silence! Good.
Sneaking out, she closed the door softly behind her. Then she quietly moved to the wall. It was dark out now. That, added to the fact that she no longer had her glasses, made attempting to see a near impossibility. She had to feel her way around the wall, and it took her nearly an hour to find the vine. Even then, she wasn't sure. A bright half moon helped, but not much. And she felt so vulnerable, not having been able to find any clothing to fit her in the master bedroom. She was a well-stacked female, and the woman of the house, whoever she was, was skinny and undersized. Ilene had tried on various garments, but there hadn't been a thing she could wear. Her own clothing had been shredded and thrown out in the garbage. And there had been no man's clothing available. Apparently the owner of the house had packed all his clothing when he'd gone on vacation. So she was still totally naked, but for her shoes.
Throwing her shoes over the wall, she finally managed to climb with the aid of the vine, and reached the top. In the moonlight she could barely make out the fact that the ground on the other side of the wall was flat. She eased herself down as low as she could before letting go and dropping the rest of the way. Landing hurt the soles of her feet, but she didn't twist anything. Putting on her shoes, she hurried away from the estate grounds.
She half-walked, half-ran for more than a mile before coming to a dirt road. This she followed for another half mile to a blacktop road, which in turn led to asphalt. But she didn't see a single car.
An hour passed before she finally came to a highway. She could see the lights of cars. And there, off to the side of the highway, was a car, sitting by itself. The lights were off, and as she got closer, she discerned a man inside, napping.
Approaching the car, she peered in and saw the door buttons were all down. She tapped on the front passenger window, and when the man opened his eyes, they nearly popped out of his head. He probably thought he was having some kind of dream, seeing a naked woman knocking on his car window.
Reaching across the seat, he opened the window a bit, and Ilene said. "Please help me. I'm Ilene Mallory. I was kidnapped early yesterday."
She noticed the man's eyes roaming up and down her body, and he was licking his chops. He was a short man, even shorter than Howie Branton. He had a large hooked nose and a satanic-looking mustache. He was wearing glasses, and when he spoke it was almost in a whine.
"Get in," he said, reaching over and unlocking the passenger door of his grey Pontiac LeMans.
Ilene blushed, feeling embarrassed when she slid onto the seat next to him. His eyes were all over her body at once. He was visibly licking his chops as he started the car up.
"So you're Ilene Mallory," he whined. "There's been quite a manhunt out for you. According to the news, some man walking into the store where you worked saw you being herded out by three men. He didn't realize what was happening at the time."
"I can't wait to get some clothes on," she murmured.
"Hell, you look great the way you are," the short man said.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Al," he told her. "Al Kalbenson. According to the radio reports just issued, there's a description of the three men who kidnapped you. All three men were clean-shaven, and one, with a roundish face wore glasses. One guy was supposed to be a giant, and the last guy had a real mean-looking face."
"That's pretty accurate, all right," Ilene nodded.
God! she thought. I was really lucky, getting out of there tonight. If Branton had learned his description was all over town, he would have killed me than and there.
"You wanna go to the hospital?" Kalbenson asked.
"No," she told him, shaking her head. "They didn't abuse me. Oh they used me a lot, and they kept me away from any wearable clothes, but otherwise they didn't hurt me."
"That's good," Kalbenson nodded.
He turned the car off the highway onto a crossroad.
"What were you doing on the side of the highway?" she asked.
"Unwinding," he replied, "letting the tension ease out of me."
"Business problems?" she asked.
"Not exactly."
"Where are you taking me?" she asked when he turned off onto a dark sidestreet.
"To my home," he replied. "There might be some clothes there to fit you. I figured you might like to be dressed when you face the rest of the world."
"Your wife's clothes?" Ilene asked.
"I'm hardly married ... anymore," he replied.
"Oh ... your sister's clothes then?"
"Nope," he answered, driving his car directly into the open garage of the lone house on the street.
They left the car and entered the house through a door leading from the garage into the kitchen. Kalbenson led her up the stairs into his bedroom where he showed her a closet full of clothes, womens' clothes.
"When the time comes, I'm sure you'll find something in there to fit you."
"When the time comes?" she asked.
"I'm going to fuck you," he told her. "I'm going to fuck you all over. And if you behave, you'll have clothes when you leave here. Since the authorities already have a description of the three men who kidnapped you, I'm not worried about them looking for me."
"Hey now wait a minute," Ilene said to him. "I've already been through enough. I don't need you to add to my troubles."
"All depends on how you look at it," Kalbenson said, taking out a switchblade knife and flicking it open. "Trouble might mean trying to staunch the blood if I should happen to cut you."
Ilene stared at the wavering switchblade and felt helpless and defeated. All this had come about simply because she had been a "good little girl" and had followed what her parents had taught her about sex. She would never have even had the job clerking in the liquor store had she still been married. She would be home, safe in bed, nursing on one of her husbands' cocks.
"All right," she nodded, resigned. "I'll do whatever you want."
"Good, very good. I hope you mean that. None of the others were ever willing to do everything I wanted."
"Others?" she asked.
"Oh yes," he nodded. "There have been many others here before you, but they all began acting up after awhile instead of doing what I wanted. But you won't disappoint me, will you?"
He was a psychotic, a way-out nut. Ilene wondered just what had happened to all the "others."
"Sure," she nodded, backing toward the bed. "I'll do whatever you say. Anything, anything at all."
"Good," Kalbenson nodded. "Then we won't have any trouble. So let's begin right away," he said, and removed all his clothing.
Ilene had not thought it possible any grown man could have a penis smaller than Howard Branton's. But Al Kalbenson had one the size of one of her pinkies. It was already hard. Of that there was no doubt. It stood out from his groin like a tiny twig sticking out of a pile of black, curling barbed wire.
"What d'you want me to do?" Ilene asked, noting he refused to put the knife down even once. He was even sicker than Branton.
"Open that dressing table drawer over there," he told her, pointing to a colonial dressing table to her right.
Walking over to the dressing table, she opened the drawer and saw it was full of earrings. There were all sizes and shapes in there, but they were all screw-on earrings, and not the type for pierced ears.
"Take out the two heavy gold earrings," he insisted.
Reaching in, she took out two dangling earrings of heavy gold, each depending from a solid earscrew. Each was extremely heavy.
"Put them on," Kalbenson insisted.
She started to reach up and put the first one on her right ear when she saw him shake his head. With his knife he pointed to her right tit. He wanted her to screw the earring onto her nipple.
"But these could hurt me," she murmured.
"You're gonna do everything I say, right?" he asked, with a crazy gleam in his eye.
Trembling, Ilene began screwing the earring onto her right nipple. Because it was so heavy, she had to screw it on tight, she could feel the pressure as it squeezed the nipple, forcing blood into it, making it expand against the tightness of the screw.
"Tighter," Kalbenson insisted, staring at her nipple, watching it turn from soft brown to bright reddish-brown.
It hurt. It hurt a lot, and the sadist was making her hurt herself even more.
"Now the other one," Kalbenson ordered.
Shaking, she screwed the other weighty earring onto her left nipple, feeling it swell and enlarge against the pressure of the screw.
"That's a beginning," Kalbenson nodded.
Walking over to her, he pressed the blade of his knife lightly against her flat tummy, then leaned forward and began sucking on her painful nipples.
"That tastes good," he nodded, sucking first on her right nipple, then on her left one. "That really tastes good."
His tongue began licking the swollen, reddened nipples, teasing them, making them swell even more, so the pressure of the earring screws increased the pain. It was all Ilene could do to keep from crying out loud.
He sucked for nearly ten minutes, and Ilene stood there, shaking as she felt the cold steel of the knife warming up against her stomach.
Finally he stopped sucking, then went to the bed and stacked some pillows on it. He called her over, saying, "I'm gonna lay down on the pillows. You try running away, and I'll do some surgery on you with this little baby. Got it?"
Ilene nodded.
Kalbenson lay on the mound of pillows, his ass a good foot higher than the mattress. His balls dangled down, though they were so small it was all but impossible to tell they were actually dangling.
"Kneel between my thighs, on the floor. I want you t'suck my cock."
"Can I take the earrings off, first?" she begged. "Hell, no! I wanna be sucked off by a chick with earrings dangling from her tits. Hey, cheer up, I gotta lot of other places I'm gonna attach earrings, eventually. For now, be happy I'm only attaching 'em to your tits." Ilene knelt and lowered her head, taking his pinky-sized phallus into her mouth. God! It was so tiny it just about reached three quarters of the way into her mouth. It was hot and pulsing, and she knew he would come almost instantly. But then he might get angry at her for making him come so fast. What the hell: This was the one part of him she found the least obnoxious. True he might have practiced better hygiene. His balls stank.
"Suck everything!" he ordered. "And suck it all good. And don't get the idea of hitting me there, or biting anything off. You get smart and I'll cut the earrings off your tits, taking your nipples with them."
Ilene knew he was just crazy enough to do something like that. She wasn't the type to bite, anyway. Her lips moved up and down his tiny rod, but she kept her tongue from applying pressure for fear he would come too quickly and get angry. Her velvet tongue slid off his cock and began licking lower, washing his balls, then letting it lap into the crack between his smelly asscheeks. Christ! He needed a shower, badly.
Her tongue slid forward, touching the brown web of his asshole, making him jump a little. The moist point of her seeking tongue probed all the way in, and she could taste the bitterness inside. Even so, she licked strongly, probing, pushing, slithering. Then she let her tongue slide out and returned to his almost-hairless balls. Saliva kept welling up in her mouth, and she used it to continually coat the testicles, noting the scrotum skin was almost smooth, like that of a child.
Her tongue then licked up from his nuts to the base of his tiny, twitching cock, licking it all around before returning her attention to his balls.
"Thatta girl," he almost squealed. "Suck 'em good!"
Her mouth gaped widely, and she swallowed in his entire tiny scrotum sac. She could feel both balls rolling around in the leathery bag, and she sucked, hard. One ball seemed stuffed in her right cheek, while the other was in her left cheek. She slobbered her tongue around again and again, keeping the skin coated with her mouth oil.
Finally releasing the spit-soaked balls, she moved her mouth back to the little cock. Her lips enclosed it in the tight envelope of her mouth and she bobbed her head straight down until her small nose was buried in the steel wool of his smelly pubic hairs. Then she let her lips slide straight up until only the rubbery head, feeling much the same size as an eraser on the back of a pencil, was all that was lodged in her mouth.
Up her head rose, moving less than three inches each time, then it slid down again, until her lips were kissing the base of his twitching phallus. It tasted salty and almost grainy. But she continued her head-bobbing, still afraid to bring her tongue into play against the back of his cock.
"You really know how t'suck," Kalbenson muttered, shuddering as her lips rose up and down the rail of his penis.
Hell! She'd had two days of constant practice. She had damn well better know how to suck.
Her lips continued their pressuring of his phallic pencil, squeezing tightly around it until, without realizing it, she was massaging the back and underside of it with her tongue.
"Oh Shit!" he yelled. "I'm gonna come, I'm really gonna come. Ooooooh, I can feel it. Keep doing it."
Her tongue flicked up and down rapidly, moving from side to side, as well, making his tiny cock vibrate all the faster.
"Coming...." he shouted, "I'm coming, oh yeah, oh yeah, here comes the hot load, all f'you, babyyyyyy ... eeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyaaaaaa arrrrrrrrraaaaaaaagggghhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhh!"
Ilene pulled her shoulders in as she rammed her head down and sucked strongly while her titillating fingers teased his balls and squeezed his asscheeks. He was gasping uncontrollably as hot spend went shooting into her sucking mouth. She sucked and squeezed both, his balls and his asscheeks tightly, making him shoot heavier and heavier loads into her mouth. Even his spunk tasted bitter. She found herself swallowing it, but without really wanting to.
He still had that knife, and it was plain he would use it anytime she didn't give total satisfaction.
She was an expert cocksucker now, and no cock was too large, nor was any cock too small. She sucked so marvelously, Kalbenson almost lost consciousness. But almost wasn't good enough. She kept on sucking as his tiny phallus wrinkled and shrank to an inch of useless penis. She kept on sucking, and any ordinary, sane mortal would have felt his brains melting away. But Kalbenson was far beyond sanity.
Finally he was empty. She lifted her mouth from his cock and said, "Okay, I've done what you want, now let me out of here."
"But I don't want you out of here," Kalbenson snapped. "I want you right here."
"What more do you want?" she asked.
"A lot more," was his answer. "So far I've only fucked your mouth. You have at least two other holes."
"And just what are you going to fuck me with?" she snapped, impatient and half-amused to think he might raise another erection.
"Don't be a smart bitch," he snapped, waving the knife. "Just for that, tighten each screw on the earrings one more turn."
"What's the matter with you?" Ilene asked. "These things hurt."
"And they'll hurt a lot more," he told her. "Do as I say, right now."
Sullenly but frightened, Ilene did as she was ordered. Her nipples really hurt, now. They were raw, and the screws were digging into the sensitive flesh, all but cutting into the rubbery hardness. The trouble was, it not only hurt, but aroused her because it touched an extremely sensitive set of erogenous zones. She was shuddering and gasping.
"Now you lie back on the bed," the man ordered. "Pull your knees back and stretch those thighs wide."
Pulling her knees back, made them press against the earrings, and she felt another painful jolt of passion shoot through her breasts. He knelt on the floor, where she had been kneeling earlier, and pressed his long nose into her pubic hair as his slimy, cold tongue began washing her pussy, licking through her split the way a cat's tongue would lick its own fur. He licked hard, pressing his cold tongue flat against her shivering clit, making it grow with each lap. Her entire labial area felt cold and tingling, and the more he licked, the colder it got.
"Perfect," he muttered. "A little Listerine on the tongue can do wonders to a cunt. You should see the way your inner lips shine. Everything has changed from light pink to a rich, vibrant red.
Listerine. No wonder. The mouthwash could make her throat and tongue tingle for hours. In her pussy, where she had highly sensitive mucous membranes, it seemed to set her on fire while being cold at the same time. It was an icy flame.
His tongue continued licking into her oversensitive snatch, drinking down the heavy secretions she poured out. Then it moved lower, licking into her asshole much the same way she had licked at his. Only when he made a semi-circular scoop of his tongue and pressed it into her asshole, the chilling vibrations sent icy shivers up and down her spine.
His mouth suddenly returned to her clitoris, and he not only licked it, but pulled at it with his lips until it was irritated and fully extended. That was when he took a small earring from his pocket and clamped it around her enlarged man-in-the-boat and screwed it on. He screwed until she screamed, because she felt pain there, mingled with a greater arousal than had ever been felt in her clitoris before.
Her body began bucking, and not even the threat of the cold blade of his knife could hold her still until she realized he was all set to rip her open from asshole to navel. Terrified far beyond anything she'd experienced with Howard Branton, she thought she would completely blow her mind. Every ounce of willpower was employed to keep her self from going berserk.
"Keep that lush body lying there," he ordered. "I'm not through with you, not by a long shot, and I wouldn't want to mutiliate your body ... not until I'd made full use of it, anyway. You have no idea how happy I am you came along tonight, Miss Mallory. I really needed you."
She lay there, unmoving, frightened beyond belief as he got up, walked over and opened the drawer she had taken the large gold earrings from. He pulled out two more earrings-at least they looked like earrings, with screw attachments, and all.
Returning to the bed, he kneeled between her thighs and she felt him literally sandwiching a labius between the screw and the earring. He screwed tightly, pulling her outer love lip back from the opening, pressing it closer to the seam where her leg joined her torso. He used the other earring on her other cuntlip, screwing it tightly away from the center of her body, opening her hole wide. This hurt, but not as much as the one on her aching clitoris. Yet through it all, she felt desire welling up inside her body to tremendous proportions. She was leaking more lubrication, but there were no lip flaps to hold the flow back. The clear liquid just oozed out of her throbbing cunt and seeped onto the cheeks of her ass, dripping onto the bed.
"My God!" she breathed. "What are you doing to me?"
"I'm going to fuck you," he snapped. With what? she wondered. His miniscule penis hadn't begun to grow again. But he was well-prepared for everything in advance. He went to the dressing table, opened another drawer, and took out a large dildo. She had heard of such things, but she had never seen one. It was tremendous. It was all rubber, and longer and thicker than Stan Gross's real cock. It was almost stallion-sized. It was hollow, allowing Kalbenson to slide his own cock into it so he could strap it between his thighs.
Her cunt would never take such a monstrosity. Even with her labia pinned back and her hole wide open, there was no way on earth she would be able to handle such a horse-cock.
"Please," she begged him. "Don't do it with that. Please! You'll tear me apart."
He stood there for a moment staring at her, then said, "It'll fit, all right. Believe me, I've fit it into a lot of others. Eventually, it fits every time. But I want you to enjoy this, as well. I want you to have a good climax. And as fat as this thing is, it'll never rub against your clitoris. No, this isn't the right dildo. I have a special dildo for you. I had it made specially, but I've never used it. And you've been very obedient. You deserve the new one."
My God! she thought. What maniacal idea does he have, now?
Still wearing the artificial cock over his own, Kalbenson returned to the drawer and took out another dildo. This one had little rubber spikes sticking up around the corona, and although it was shorter than the one he was wearing, it was no less thick. At the end of it was a special kind of pouch which he fitted against his chin, strapping it into place.
Kneeling between her thighs, he whispered, "Just lie still. You'll love this."
She jumped when she felt the rubbery head touch her opened hole, then trembled when his knife touched her thigh, letting her know he would use it if she didn't lie still. Her lubricant came flooding out, covering the rubber head, spikes and all. Then he leaned his chin forward a little. She gasped as she felt the thick bulb of artificial glans poke into her wide-gaping tunnel. He shoved hard, pushing it, making it fit into her squeezing tightness. She relaxed her body as best she could, hoping it would fit without too much pain.
Almost immediately she felt her cuntwalls beginning to stretch. It hurt a little, but not too much, and the arousal she was feeling more than compensated for the hurt. But then she felt the rubbery spikes begin to push into her. Their yielding points scraped through her seething tunnel, making her bounce all the more wildly. It was maddening. Flashes of shuddering pain mixed with blisters of total delight as she felt the spike-ringed dildo push deeper and deeper, and she began wiggling her body.
"I know you'd like it," he all but cackled, and she could feel his hot breath between her parted cuntlips as he kept moving his chin forward until he'd sunk the full length of the dildo into her. It tickled and stung, both at the same time. Ilene found it the most maddening sensation she'd ever known, and it was capped by the pressure of his lips surrounding her pulsing clit as it extended between the screwed-on earring, blood-filled with aching. She screamed "Eeeeeeyaaaagghhh...." as his lips closed over the throbbing clit while his tongue flattened against it and licked. Even as he licked, his chin was working back and forth, moving the studded dildo in and out of her tortured tunnel. Her ass bounced wildly, and her cunt tried tightening around the dildo. The tunnel walls succeeded somewhat, but without the added pressure of the vulva it wasn't quite the same. And these were still held back by the earrings he had screwed onto them.
The Listerine on his tongue tormented her vibrating clit, and Ilene found herself gasping and screaming as she bounced up and down again and again. She felt her aching pussy seemed to be wide open. Flames were building inside. Liquid coated it thickly, dripping out and being picked up by the pressure of the dildo so it could be forced back in. The swollen, bulging lips sticking out from around the screws were being rubbed by the heaviness of the dildo. Ilene felt she was shattering, internally. A series of small, multiple orgasms were already shooting through her aching pussy, and the way his lips and tongue were working on her clitoris served to enhance the stimulation within. Globs of love wine seeped out from around the dildo and trickled down her thighs and asscheeks.
She felt his tongue lapping madly at her chillingly sensitive clitoris, abetted by the pressure of his pulling lips. It made her writhe and tighten her thighs around his head, feeling the shagginess of his black hair.
Even with his lips and tongue pressed tightly around her shivering clit, Ilene could feel Kalbenson working his chin back and forth, rubbing the studded dildo in and out with greater speed and stronger friction. His fingers were digging tightly into the softness of her firm asscheeks. She squealed and gurgled as he continued his oral attack on the clitoral spike while his chin forced the rubbery dildo to move faster and faster. Her cunt flowed all the more heavily with sloshing oil, making the dildo's passage slightly easier, although the tightness of her pressing cuntwalls provided a certain amount of resistance at all times.
Ilene's hands reached down and unwittingly gripped his hair, tightly. She forced his face against her box all the more firmly, feeling the spiked dildo dig more deeply into her. The thickness was all but excruciating as it moved in and out, in and out.
The bud of her clitoris, stimulated by the Lis-terine on his tongue and the pressure of the earring surrounding it swelled and enlarged all the more. She was terrified that the earring would cut into her flesh, perhaps actually slicing it off.
His swirling tongue, frictioning it more and more, caused the big orgasm to start welling up inside her. She knew it would hit at any moment, and hoped her body movements wouldn't cause any damage to be done to her, the way he had all her sensitive areas pinched together.
And then it hit. An overpowering tornado took total possession of her body, catching it up and whirling her through maddening space. The sensation powered through her clitoris and her vagina at the same time, making her feel as if the entire world had suddenly exploded inside her.
Weak, limp, feeling like a dishrag, Ilene fell back on the bed as she felt Kalbenson withdraw the studded dildo. She also felt him unscrewing the earrings, first the labial ones, then the clitoral one, and finally the ones around her nipples.
"You're good," he told her. "You're very good. We don't want you to lose any part of your body to gangrene, do we. So we'll let the blood circulate for awhile. But I have more ideas in mind. Wait and see. You'll just love them."
Putting away the dildos, he took a set of handcuffs and locked one cuff to her ankle, the other cuff to the bedpost. Then he left, and Ilene lay there, feeling totally beyond help and hope.
CHAPTER SEVEN
What kind of a whacko had she gotten herself mixed up with this time? she wondered.
As she lay there and the various orgasms passed out of her system, she was able to think more rationally, and she knew her life was once again in danger. After what he'd done to her, Al Kalbenson had no intention of letting her go. He could kill her and dump her body anywhere, and the police would be searching for the three men who had kidnapped her from the liquor store. Somehow, in some way, she had to get away from this nut. And it had to be soon.
The room she was in was a nicely furnished one, though it was obvious Kalbenson was letting it go to seed. Nothing had been cleaned or dusted for a long while.
On the night table to her left she found a stack of old newspapers and was able to reach out and grab the top one. It was dated only three days ago, and the headline read, SEX MANIAC STRIKES AGAIN!
The story below went on to tell how a girl's body had been found in a vacant lot.
Ilene remembered having read about the sex killer, though no one had ever had any idea who he was.
All twelve girls had been found with black and blue bruises all over their bodies. These were tiny bruises, and Ilene now realized they had been made by earring screws. Al Kalbenson was the killer. She realized now, that as soon as he got bored with her, he would kill her as well.
"I see you've been reading about me," Kalbenson said, walking into the room. He had been downstairs in the kitchen, preparing food.
"Did you really do all these horrible things?" Ilene asked.
"Of course," he nodded, handing her a tray with a plate of cold chicken on it.
"But why?"
"I'm not really sure," he replied. "Right now, the idea is very repulsive to me. But every once in awhile the urge for sex overpoweringly hits me. I'm a tiny guy with a tiny cock. It'll never really get any bigger. And I know everyone who looks at it laughs at it. But I need sexual fulfillment just like anybody else."
"But why kill?"
"So no girl can leave here, laughing at how small my member is."
"You said you once had a wife."
"My wife? Oh yes. She was all set to run away with a friend of mine because he had a bigger penis."
"Was? Did you kill her, too?"
"Me kill Fran? Never. To kill her would be to end things too quickly for her. Fran has to suffer and suffer and go on suffering all the rest of her life."
"What did you do with her, then?"
"She's here, right in this house. I keep her in another room down in the basement. Occasionally I use her when I'm in the mood to be loved by two women at once. You'll probably meet her tomorrow, sometime."
"At least it's good to know I'll be alive until then."
"It's much, much too soon to kill you," he pointed out. "To begin with, I have to be in one of my moods. I wouldn't even think of killing, otherwise. My moods come a few weeks apart. And I'd already killed last night, just before meeting you. That was why you saw me parked on the side of the highway. The bitchy girl had been terrified of me. She wouldn't even let me fuck her once. God knows! If she'd let me fuck her and bring her home I might not have killed her until the next mood hit me. Sex is a means of controlling moods. But she was a real screamer. I had to shut her up. So I killed her, stripped her naked, and just left her body where someone'll find it sooner or later."
"That's horrible."
"You just keep on like you're doing, fucking, sucking, and keeping me happy. The longer I stay happy, the longer it takes for one of those moods to hit me. Who knows? If a mood does hit me and you're as good as you were before, you might be able to snap me out of the mood before I kill you."
"There's no way I can convince you to let me go?"
"Now come on. If you were in my place and I in yours, would you let me go?"
"That's hardly a fair question," she replied.
"No, I suppose it isn't. The only way you'll ever walk out of here is, if you fuck me to the point that I die of a heart attack before I can kill you. And to be honest, I don't think there's too much chance of that happening. Tomorrow, after breakfast, I'll take you down into the basement to meet my wife. You'll be the first live woman she's seen in a little while, now. Usually I don't let her see my girls until they're dead."
"Why do you kill the women in front of her?" Ilene wanted to know.
"So she can see what will one day happen to her-when I'm ready."
"Will you kill me tomorrow, then?"
"No. I just told you. I only kill when one of my moods hits me, and that's always at night. No, you're the first woman I'll be keeping alive for awhile, that's how good you are. I killed off all the others immediately after using them and finding out which of their orifices I liked best. You, Miss Mallory are someone special. I've never felt a mouth as good as yours, or tasted a cunt as delicious as yours. Tomorrow I will fuck you along with my wife. And the better you fuck, the less punishment I will inflict on Fran. I don't need to be in any kind of mood to hurt her. Sleep well, Miss Mallory. I'll see you in the morning.
He turned off the light as he left, and Ilene shivered as she lay down and pulled the cover over her. She needed a miracle.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The following morning, Al Kalbenson came for her, unlocking the cuff from her ankle. He let her spend time in the bathroom, after which he led her down to the kitchen. He was fully dressed in a blue shirt and blue slacks. The scrambled eggs and toast he made was poor, but adequate. Somehow, Ilene didn't really feel like eating, anyway.
"Now let's go and visit Fran," he said, smiling.
He said it as casually as if he'd meant, let's go for a walk, or let's visit the neighbors. Behind his thick glasses his eyes seemed normal, though Ilene couldn't really see too well without her own glasses.
He led her to the cellar door, opened it, turned on the light, and let her precede him down the stairs. Ilene saw it was a finished basement with a tile floor and paneled walls. There were two doors behind the stairs.
"You don't want to see what I have behind the left door," he told her.
"The 'trophies?' " Ilene asked.
"The 'trophies'," he nodded.
She shuddered, knowing sooner or later he would add a part of her body to his trophies, unless she found some way of escaping.
"By the way," he said to her. "Seems they caught the guys who had kidnapped you. The FBI saw the tall guy and the moonfaced one wandering around town yesterday and followed them. If you'd have stayed put, you'd have been rescued."
"Story of my life," she snapped.
"That place wasn't too far away from here, at all. As a matter-of-fact, it's only about two miles away, with a whole bunch of other estates. This house is the beginning of the middle class part of town. But this section all belongs to me, and I haven't let them build any homes around mine ... at least not until the price of the land goes up."
"Uh huh," Ilene nodded, not the least bit interested.
"The tall guy got away," he told her, and noticed the elation in her eyes. "Really?" she asked.
"Yeah. They shot one of the guys. He had a gun and started shooting at them, so they shot back and killed him. That moonfaced guy gave himself up, but the tall guy seemed to disappear. No one knows where he is."
"It doesn't really much matter any more," she shrugged.
"No, it doesn't," he smiled, and opened the door on the right for her.
When she walked into the room she found it completely dark at first. But Kalbenson turned on the light. The entire room was indirectly lit with fluorescent lamps.
In the center of the room was a huge bed. Tied to the head of the bed was Fran, Kalbenson's wife, with her arms roped to the bedposts and her back propped up by pillows. She had a string tied around her mouth, holding a gag inside.
Ilene could see Fran was a petite, dainty girl. She had clear complexion, and though her body was bruised, she noticed Kalbenson kept his wife clean. Her short, dark brown hair was hanging in a straggly way. And when she saw Ilene, there was a look of pity and terror in her eyes, as if expecting her husband to kill Ilene than and there.
"No," Kalbenson laughed. "I'm not gonna kill this one, at least not for awhile. I figured the two of you oughtta get to know one another. You both have one thing in common: me. And today we're really gonna have a ball."
Kalbenson went over to the bed and untied the rope around his wife's mouth. He then pulled out the gag which looked like a huge, dark dildo. Ilene heard Fran coughing and choking, sucking in air.
"That's a cute way to gag someone," Ilene remarked. "A dildo, right?"
"Wrong. Absolutely wrong. This is the last remaining particle of my friend, Mike Schleffer, who tried to run off with my wife. The rest of him is buried in the weeds outside. But I cut this part of him off, then stuffed it and pickled it. I use it to keep Fran's mouth shut. Y'see, when I caught them together, she was blowing him. I figured if she was that hot for his cock, she should go around with it in her mouth whenever she wasn't doing things for me. Know what I mean?"
"Al," Fran groaned. "Please, stop this. Kill me and get it over with. Please, please, let me die and stop torturing me this way."
"Time for more torture, my dear," he laughed. "Miss Mallory, will you do the honors?"
He handed her a single earring.
"Where am I supposed to put this?" Ilene asked.
She noticed the earring seemed constructed differently from the others she'd seen. This one was round, all right. Its inner circumference was a good three inches.
"You will jam the earring into my wife's rectum, between her cheeks, with the inside directly over the asshole, in essence leaving it unobstructed. Once you have it in place, just turn the screw and the ring will widen and remain lodged between her asscheeks once her asshole is stretched open wide enough. Fran knows better than to fight you."
He waved the closed switchblade around, but both women knew he wouldn't hesitate to open it. Ilene untied Fran's arms from the bedpost, and the smaller woman turned over and lay flat on her belly. She parted her thighs wide, and Ilene inserted the large ring tightly between her asscheeks, making sure the center was directly over her asshole.
"Now turn the screw," Kalbenson instructed. "We want to make sure that ring stays in place."
Ilene began turning the screw and the ring widened, pressing into Fran's fleshy asscheeks, pushing them wider apart and leaving the pucker of her asshole completely revealed. When she would have stopped turning because of the pained expression on Fran's face, Kalbenson ordered her to continue.
"It hurts," Fran cried. "Al, stop it, stop it."
"One more turn," Kalbenson insisted. The space inside the ring was nearly four inches in circumference. The ring seemed to dig into Fran's asscheeks as it pushed them apart.
"Now play with one another," Kalbenson insisted. "I want to watch the two of you do all kinds of things to each other. And don't make believe you're doing things while doing nothing. I'll spot it right away and make you both sorry."
In spite of the way her ass pained her, Fran rolled over on her back. She had firm, round, solid boobs, and Ilene noticed that in spite of the black and blue marks, Fran's tits were still shapely. Where her own nipples were surrounded with tan aureolae, Fran had pink nipples with small, light pink roseates.
Ilene reached out and placed a hand on Fran's right breast, feeling the other woman's nipple swell and enlarge. It was another new experience for her, but she had long ago given up condemning any kind of sexual practice with which she was not familiar. Lesbianism was something new to her. Even then, it wasn't true lesbianism. A true lesbian only liked women. She, Ilene, was only performing to keep Fran and herself alive, even if only for a little while longer. True, the moment her hand caressed the other woman's tit she began feeling all kinds of sexual jitters, but even so, it didn't detract from the fact that she enjoyed men. There seemed to be nothing wrong with what she was doing. She could feel Fran's boob swell in her palm as the nipple enlarged and dug into her hand. It seemed to be as natural as anything she'd ever done with a man.
She sat on the bed beside Fran who was now sitting up, and felt Fran press against her body. Her tits were being mashed into the breasts of the other woman. Then Fran was falling back on the bed, pulling her on top, and she felt her belly rub against that of the other woman as Kalbenson said, "Yes, that's it, that's it. Just keep playing like that."
Her face was directly over Fran's, and she felt Fran's hand press into the back of her head and bring both of their lips together. Their lips opened at the same time, and their tongues became a pair of slithering snakes, moving between their mouths.
Ilene had a rapport with Fran, if only because both were being tortured and taunted by the same person. And from the way Fran was responding, Ilene knew it was more than simple pressure from Kalbenson. Fran was a bi-sexual.
Fran was rubbing her buttock now, and Ilene, holding Fran tightly to her, sucked her tongue again and again. The covers of the bed felt cool against their heated flesh. Each had her arms tightly wrapped around the other with their mouths stapled tightly together. They kissed again and again, letting their tongues leap from one mouth to the other and back.
Ilene realized Fran was playing an oral game with her. In spite of the painful way the ring forced her two asscheeks apart, Fran was genuinely enjoying the delightful tingle of Ilene's lashing tongue.
Their bodies held so tightly to one another, each could feel the pressure of the other's nipples rubbing against her titflesh. At the same time each felt her own nipples pressing into the heated softness of the other's body.
"Good!" Kalbenson ranted. "Good, good, good! That's the way to go at it. Miss Mallory, I knew you'd be a true asset. I just knew it. Keep it up, the both of you."
The two women on the bed were writhing, one against the other, with Fran blowing into Ilene's ear while Ilene was kissing Fran's throat. Ilene found her lips kissing the other woman's battered, soft flesh very tenderly, but moving lower. After awhile she found her mouth on a level with the other woman's left nipple. Her tongue licked the roseate, circling the nipple again and again before lightly touching the nipple with her tongue. She felt Fran shudder and licked the nipple again. Then she sucked the nipple into her mouth, compressing her lips tightly around it, sucking, and even letting her teeth lightly nip at it. The result was to feel Fran leap under her and churn on the bed. Fran was now pressing on the back of Ilene's head, and Ilene could sense the shudders traveling through the other woman's heated body. And from the way she was sucking on Fran's nipple, Ilene knew she was also strongly in heat.
"Sixty nine," Kalbenson yelled at them. "I wanna see the two of you in a sixty nine, each licking out the other one's pussy. Come on, hurry it up."
Ilene's mouth opened and let go of Fran's nipple. She rotated her body so her dripping cunt was hovering directly over Fran's eager young face, while she was able to stare down into the other woman's honeypot. Her hands were resting on Fran's thighs, pulling them apart, staring through a dark brown thatch into what looked like a split nectarine. Inside, the cuntlips were almost a brilliant red, the result of constant pressure from Kalbenson's earrings. Heavy flows of passion water were dripping out of her.
Without waiting for another order from Kalbenson, Ilene sank her face deep into the mired center of hot womanly delight and began licking with her tongue. She tasted the flaming hollow inside, then licked out and lapped at the lips and the swollen clit. She felt her tongue on the other woman's tasty clit was like a livewire. She then knew how easily a man could enjoy eating pussy. The cunt she was now tasting was absolutely delicious.
Fran encircled Ilene's ass and pulled her hips straight down so that Ilene's hovering fountain came into contact with her own anxious lips. Ilene felt herself shooting heavy blasts of burning grease into the other woman's mouth.
Both women began licking strongly, each plunging her tongue far into the other woman's quaking furnace. Ilene could feel her tongue soaking in the hot pool of the other woman's flaming cunt. Like two people who had been without water for days their mouths drank longingly at each other's oasis.
Fran's lips seemed to locate Ilene's pearly clit, and she sucked it as far into her mouth as possible. Ilene, remembered how her clitoris had felt the previous night, when Kalbenson had pressured it with an earring then licked it with a Listerine-covered tongue and felt electric quivers shoot through her body. In return, she sucked on Fran's hot little button, licking like mad, making the other woman twitch crazily. They began rolling together, moving from one side of the bed to the other, and back again.
As if each had sucked the other for a long time, they became aware of each other's inner feelings. They seemed to know their orgasms were very near, swelling hotly up from inside themselves. The taste of another cunt in her mouth seemed to make each woman's feelings that much more intense. Their asses quivered and Ilene's ass cheeks tightened around her asshole as she prepared to come.
"Stop!" Kalbenson called out. "Nobody comes before I do."
Ilene sat up, her ass rubbing back and forth against Fran's head, with Fran's slick juices covering her face. She stared at Kalbenson wanting to kill him. It was bad enough he had her a prisoner. It was even worse that he would eventually kill her when he got tired of her. But that he should sadistically stop her just on the brink of a climax was showing how utterly mercilessly he really was.
Stepping behind Ilene, he shoved her forward, letting her fall on her elbows with her face almost pushed into Fran's cunt again. Before she could wonder what he was up to, she felt him pressing a ring between her asscheeks, just as he had forced her to press one between his wife's, earlier. He was tightening the screw, widening her asscheeks, making it virtually impossible for her to close them. Christ! It hurt and hurt badly. The ring was spreading her asshole wide open.
Kalbenson proceeded to push Ilene forward until her ass hovered over Fran's cunt. Then he ordered Fran to slowly squirm over onto her belly without dislodging Ilene. When this was done, Ilene's ass was on top of Fran's.
Once more Kalbenson pushed Ilene forward onto her elbows. Then he reached under the bed and pulled out a box. Inside the box was a plastic cylinder. This he opened and pulled out a two-headed dildo. It was hard rubber and twelve inches long. Ilene saw it was not quite as thick as the chin-dildo he'd used in her cunt the previous night, but it had little bumps all over it.
"Stay that way," he said, pressing the dildo against her pussy. "I'm doing you a favor, getting this half of it all oiled up with your cunt grease. Fran doesn't get favors like this."
He moved it in and out of her sopping twat, and because Fran's tongue had worked so well in her cunt, Ilene felt the dildo slide in without too much difficulty. She could instantly feel the bumps and it made her wriggle crazily. But Kalbenson didn't keep the dildo in her anxious twat for any length of time. Once he was satisfied it was completely oiled, he pulled it out of her cunt, and with his elbow in the small of her back to keep her bent over, he began slowly, very slowly rotating the cylindrical dildo into her ass. She shuddered, then remembered how her anal passageway had widened to take Marvin's penis. True, the dildo was more like the thickness of Stan Gross's cock, but Ilene steeled herself.
She felt the head being forced in little by little, and pushed as if she were eliminating in order to ease the pressure of her anal sphincter. The head slipped in past the rubbery muscle, and Ilene jumped a little, but Kalbenson's elbow in her back kept her in place. He pushed a little harder, and she felt the bump-covered shaft slide into her asshole as the knobby head pushed farther up into her tight rectum.
"Good," Kalbenson nodded. "We have the pole about four inches into your tight ass. Now suppose we shove it just a wee bit more ... ahhhh...."he sighed, as he pushed another inch into her ass.
"Good! Now suppose you sit up very slowly, so we can fit the other end of this dildo into Fran's tight, dry little asshole. You'll notice how the ass ring I've used on each of you keeps the sphincter apart so you can't resist when I shove it in."
"Al," Fran yelled. "No, no, not dry. Don't do it this way. Spit on it first, please. Do something to get it wet."
"I'd love to coat it with sulphuric acid," Kalbenson told her, sneering. "You'll take this into your dry ass or I'll beat your ass until it's nothing but a pillow of bloody pulp."
Ilene shuddered. He was starting to sound more than a little crazy all over again.
She was sitting up now, and even up on her knees as high as she could go as Kalbenson pressed the other head of the dildo into Fran's tiny asshole. He had it guided inside the ass ring so it wouldn't slip out.
"Now you sit down hard and fast," he said to Ilene.
"I can't do that," Ilene snapped. "I'll hurt her."
"Do it," Fran begged. "Sooner or later he'll make you do it anyway. Do it now, and save the both of us a lot of extra pain."
"See how my wife is getting to know me," Kalbenson laughed. "Listen to her, Miss Mallory. Do just as she says."
Taking a deep breath, Ilene began pushing down slowly, feeling the solid resistance from Fran's dry asshole. She could hear the smaller woman whimpering and crying, and didn't want to ram the dildo down any farther. Suddenly Kalbenson put his hands on her shoulders and pushed, and she felt the dildo sink the rest of the way into Fran's ass, with a last inch punching its way up into her own rectum.
"Good! Good!" Kalbenson cackled. "Now you lean back as far as you can," he told Ilene, "putting your weight on your arms."
Reaching behind her, with her palms flat on the bed on either side of Fran's body, Ilene leaned back and rested her weight on her hands, exposing both her own cunt, and that of Fran, as well.
"Stay in that position and no one'll be cut," Kalbenson told them, and stripped off his own clothes. He kneeled on the floor in front of the bed, staring directly into the two cunts, placing the knife on the floor near his knees. Then he reached forward and around, and grabbed handsfuls of both women's asses at once as he plunged his face forward and began letting his tongue touch Fran's clit, then lick straight up her leaking split, across her asscrack, to Ilene's asscrack, up her perineum, through the slimy furrow of Ilene's hot, leaking cint, to her clitoris where he rubbed his tongue strongly for a good five seconds, then he reversed the movement of his tongue.
Ilene was unable to control herself, and she began bouncing up and down on the dildo. Her asshole sucked the dildo part of the way up out of Fran's ass, but when she sat down again, she pushed it in again. The bumps on the dildo were driving her crazy, and she moved her ass faster, feeling Kalbenson's tongue slurping through her hot cunt all the faster.
To Ilene, it was insanely delightful, and she knew by now even Fran was starting to enjoy it. She could hear the smaller woman's grunts under her, and they weren't grunts of pain. Kalbenson's crazy tongue was reaming up and down, licking through their combined splits, moving so quickly, he was touching each clitoris in the same second. Her body shivered and shook and she was bouncing herself all the higher now, letting the dildo almost slide out of her before she came crashing down on it, ramming it all the way into Fran's ass again and again.
Kalbenson's hands continued squeezing their asscheeks, kneading them, almost squashing them as his tongue continued probing through her pussy and that of his wife, as well. Tingling thrills of wondrous delight continued flickering inside her anxious body. She could feel another climax starting to build, and she was all set to enjoy this one. From the tightening of Fran's asscheeks, she could tell the other woman was about to come, as well.
Once more Kalbenson stopped just as the two women were about to come. Bringing them to the precipice and drawing back seemed to be how he was getting his kicks. It was driving Ilene to the edge of her sanity. Soon, knife or no knife, she would kill the little man.
"I come first," he repeated. "Remember, I gotta shoot first. Then I'll let the pair of you get your tits off."
Reaching down into the same box, he pulled out another dildo. Only this one was U-shaped. It, too, had two heads. And it fitted neatly into the creaming holes of the two women. Kalbenson socked it right into their gluey vaginas and left it there.
"Sit up!" he snapped at Ilene, and as she sat forward she felt the U-shaped dildo push even deeper into Fran's hot pussy. The pressure of the two, dual-headed dildos drove the two women crazy, and they began bouncing madly, moving toward and away from one another. The heavy artificial dick in their asses pressed tightly against the inner membrane, shoving their cunts together and making them shudder. They rubbed and bounced and squirmed and knew it would only be a short matter of time before the orgasm for which they had been waiting for so long would eventually overtake them.
Kalbenson was now standing on the bed, his feet straddling his wife's prone body while his tiny cock pointed itself toward Ilene. He felt her slide her tits against his balls, and for a moment Ilene hoped she had him in a vulnerable position. All she had to do was squeeze her tits together and crush his balls. If she kept them squeezed together tightly enough, he'd faint after awhile.
But the knife was in his hand again, and though the blade wasn't open, she knew he could flick it open and plunge it into her throat before she could crush his nuts. So she merely took his cock between her swolllen breasts and began rubbing it in there as she bounced and squirmed on the two dildos.
Kalbenson apparently wasn't satisfied with a mere French lay, and so grabbed her hair and forced her mouth onto his skinny little pego. Her mouth tightly surrounded the tiny head froming a pink ribbon of lips, tugging and squeezing as her tongue began rubbing strongly against his mite-sized prong.
She sucked as much of his skinny cock into her mouth as she could, once again feeling her nose pressed into his smelly pubic hairs. She wondered if he ever washed or bathed. When she tried to pull back, she felt the pressure of his hand, telling her he didn't want her to, just yet. Instead, she let the steel wool of his pubis scrub her lips, making them raw with friction. Hell! His cock was so tiny she felt she could probably take his balls in right along with his cock. Opening her mouth a little wider, she felt her lower lip cup his testicles and suddenly they were being swallowed into her mouth, as well. Her hands clutched the flat, almost shapeless cheeks of his boy-like ass, and a finger was pressing against his asshole. And as her finger pressed into the anal orifice, impaling him much the way she and Fran were nailed by the two-headed dildo, she let her tongue wiggle its way around his balls and his shivering little cock. It was so small and thin it made her think of an ice pick.
Kalbenson had a full load of cream ready to shoot down her throat. She wanted it if only so she could enjoy her own climax in peace. Hell! she'd swallow the whole load if it'd make him happy, just so she could finally attain her own satisfaction. It was bad enough, knowing he intended to eventually kill her. But that he might kill her in this frustrated state was something infinitely more horrible.
She could feel the tightening of Kalbenson's asscheeks. He was almost there. Good! Come! she thought. Come! Shoot that cockful of white juice down my throat. All of it, all of it!
Ilene's mouth was sucking like a Hoover vacuum cleaner, pulling so strongly on the tiny cock, there was pain etched in Kalbenson's face. He had to shoot soon or simply explode. Ilene hoped it would be the latter, but she knew it was going to be the former.
Her mouth sucked hard, earnestly doing its best to make him forget anything and everything else but the need to come. She felt his fingers tighten in her hair as he began pulling back, letting his balls fall out of her mouth, and then slamming forward, letting the full length of his thermometer-sized penis return against her palate as his balls once more forced their way in. He was concentrating on the marvelous way she continued sucking as his prick slid back and forth between the cushions of her soft lips. Sputum was dribbling from the corners of her mouth, trickling over his testicles and down the in-sides of his thighs. She had him rooted there, standing on the springy bed, unable to move.
Her head began a vicious, hard thrusting, moving back and forth as her mouth continued sucking on his penis. She could feel the insane pulsations through the skin on the underside of his penis. He was going to come and come hard.
And then, at the last second, while she was still bouncing up and down, feeling the two dildos working in her cunt and ass, she felt Kalbenson pull his slimy cock out of her mouth, tug her body slightly aside, and shoot his spray of come all over his wife's back. His twitching pecker sprayed the heavy load against her spine, into her hair, and on the back of her neck. Some of it even leaked down and fell on Ilene's shoulder and dribbled down her back.
Ilene began riding harder and harder, feeling the thick dildo in her ass with its bumpy surface literally scrape her anal walls. She knew it was having the same effect on Fran, but she was too far gone to stop herself. If Kalbenson had ordered her to stop on pain of having her throat cut, she would have risked her throat being sliced. The orgasms in her body were all built up, on the very edge, simply waiting to be pushed. She was gasping, and she could hear Fran gasping, as well.
The U-shaped dildo in her quivering quim was driving her wild as it reamed in and out of her hot tunnel. She knew it was moving in and out of Fran's twitching cunt at the same time. The two of them were moving rapidly now and nothing was going to stop them.
Ilene clutched Kalbenson's legs, straightening them out, keeping him from toppling as she pressed her body against his, letting her tits now rub against his dribbling pecker. She could feel some of the hot, sticky goo seeping between her knobs, and it made her hotter and all the more in need of her orgasm.
Kalbenson pressed the big toe of his left foot against her twitching clit, and suddenly the three orgasms were there, in tandem. She shuddered and came madly in her asshole as the dildo continued probing her rear tunnel. The climax in her vagina came a fraction of a second later, pile driving into her with maddening force and overpowering her so that when her clitoral orgasm hit her, she was all but toppled over.
The loud piercing, "Ayyyyyyyyaaaaaaggg ggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"ofFran drowned out her own screaming, "Ooooooooooo mmmmmmmmmmmmmpphhhhhhhh!"
Her entire body, from top to toe trembled and shuddered and shook in maddening spasms. She shook again and again, quaking and quivering violently as a second group of orgasms suddenly overpowered the first group, and long before the first group had begun to disappear.
Fingers were gripping her nipples, twisting them, and the added pressure on them made her feel a third climax shudder through her body. Kalbenson was actually helping her achieve total satisfaction.
After what seemed like forever the orgasms stopped coming. She was gasping, out of breath, and she could hear the whimpering sighs of Fran, underneath her.
Reaching down, she pulled the U-shaped cock of rubber from their two cunts and let it fall off to the side, on the bed. Then she slowly rose and pulled the dildo from her ass, after making sure it had come out of Fran's ass, as well. She had really expected to see blood on Fran's half of it, and was more than a little surprised to find it as clear as her own half.
Then she fell forward on the bed, weak and almost unable to move. She felt Kalbenson loosen the screw on her ass ring and remove it, and she realized how good it felt not to have it there any longer. Then she saw him remove the ring from his wife's asshole, after which he tied her up to the bedposts again, shoving the stuffed penis back into her mouth and tying it in place.
CHAPTER NINE
Ilene was led back to the bedroom upstairs where Kalbenson shackled her to the bed by her ankle, again. Then he went down to the kitchen to make some lunch. It was going to be a long, boring day. But at least she was still alive.
Then there was a noise downstairs. She heard the sound of glass breaking, and then Kalbenson was yelling, "Who the hell are you? Get out of my house."
Then Ilene heard the short sounds of a scuffle, and d body hitting the floor. After that, she heard the sounds of someone moving around, pulling out drawers, throwing things around. Feet could be heard walking up the stairs, and a minute later a hulking thing came walking through the bedroom door. He was only about five feet nine inches tall, but he was constructed along the lines of a gorilla.
"Who're you?" he grunted, staring lasciviously at her naked form.
"What happened to the man downstairs?" she asked.
"That jerko shrimp? He's out cold. Maybe he's dead. He has a fractured skull fsure."
"What are you doing here?" Ilene asked.
"What's it look like I'm doin'? I'm robbin' the fuckin' place. Shit! I didn't know nobody was gonna be home this time o'day. Hell! A lonely house like this, out here inna sticks. Y'figure everyone goes t'work t'keep the place up. But that little twerp was still here."
"Look, he has a key to these cuffs in his pockets. Could you get it?"
"So's you can go calla cops?"
"I won't. I swear it. I just want to get out of here."
The hulking man looked at her, shrugged, then went lumbering down the stairs. A few minutes later he was up woth the key to the handcuffs. He unlocked the one around her ankle.
"Thank you," Ilene whispered, rubbing her ankle.
"Aw c'mon, lady," he guffawed. "You can say thanks better'n that."
Oh not again, Ilene thought. God, not again!
She turned and tried to move away from the squat man, but he reached out a heavy paw and yanked her back. He flung her down on the bed, then yanked down his pants revealing two things. First, he revealed that the wore no underwear. And second, Ilene stared at a pole almost fully as large as the one sported by Stan Gross. It was just the slightest bit thinner and shorter, but only the slightest bit. One would have had to see the two side by side to make the comparison.
The huge, blunted knob of what looked like an un-painted barber pole wasted no time moving forward until it was between her thighs. This was a crass man with no thought for anyone but himself, and the idea of warming her up never occurred to him. He slammed the heavy knob into her tender labia, literally shunting them aside and driving the full, thick length of his heavy dork all the way into her tight pussy. Ilene felt pain, and though she struggled, she was as helpless as a butterfly pinned to a board. She shrieked with pain more than fear, though she certainly felt more than a little afraid, being raped by such a monster. God! There was definitely a difference between a cock and a dildo. This was a living, vibrating, twitching thing filling her hotbox, and though not quite as thick as the two dildos recently used to plumb her precious nookie, it felt bigger because it was so alive. There was heat emanating from the cock, and she could feel the satin of its outer flesh as it forced its way into her.
"Hey baby," the monster smiled. "Here's where you really learn what fuckin's all about. You got a real mansized cock filling that juicy twat of yours, and it's gonna go on fillin' it until I empty my big balls into you."
Ilene didn't have the strength or the desire to reply. She needed whatever stamina she had left to simply keep from passing out. She felt the reaming pole plunge farther and farther into her, sinking all the way into her blistering kiln. And the way he was wiggling it around inside her made her feel as if he was attempting to stretch her all out of shape. Stan had been so much more gentle about the way he'd fucked her. Now she felt like some kind of toy kewpie doll, being used obscenely by some pervert.
The hulking man continued plugging away at her slick cunt in an unmerciful way, and Ilene thought if he plunged it in any deeper he'd rip out her spine.
"C'mon," the hulk snapped. "Move that fuckin' ass of yours. It ain't no fuckin' good when all y'do is lie there. C'mon chickie, move it!" he ordered.
Ilene tried responding, but the way he crushed his body against hers was making her realize how impossible it was for her to move. Every inner part of her was plugged to completion, and the squeaky tightness of the way he clogged her caused a whole new set of thrills to suddenly appear. The monster was actually making her feel something. She couldn't really believe it when she found she was beginning to enjoy it. Even so, she was unable to really move, and the weight was crushing her.
He plunged in again and again, grunting with disgust. Finally he yanked his solid meat out of her, angry and disgusted.
"I ain't gonna come this way," he belched. "Shit! let's see what kinda mouth you got."
"Ilene lay there, trapped between his thighs, for even though he'd yanked his tool out of her, he was still sitting on her. She watched as his meaty thighs began clambering up toward her face. Soon his fat ass was squatting on her round tits, feeling the way her nipples rubbed into his ass.
She started at the heaviness of his groin and realized here was another one who wasn't too fond of washing. She could smell the almost overpowering stench coming from between his thighs. Baseball-sized nuts were slamming against her skin, rubbing against her chest as they bounced around in their heavy leather sac. And the gigantic shaft sticking out of the wiry mess of pubic hair looked like something hanging in a butcher shop. And now he wanted to ram that throbbing mass down her throat.
"If I had the time I'd keep fuckin' that cunt until I came, but I gotta get outta here, soon. So we're gonna try me comin' in your mouth." There was something terrifyingly gross about this amorphous blob of a human being sitting on her breasts. He would have disgusted her had she not noticed his prick was a perfectly-shaped missile of flesh. And the weight on her chest was making breathing difficult.
He leaned forward and leaned the single, blind-eyed knob of phallic head against her chin. The overpowering animal essence of him flooded her nostrils. And the bushy clump of hair around his pelvis retained the stink, intensifying it. It almost made her nauseated. Almost, not quite, because the animal stench of him also aroused primitive passions in her breast, as well. She knew he would jam the entire cylinder as far into her mouth as possible. He wasn't the genteel type to take time to ease it in. She had been living this scene over and over for the past three days, but the enormous size of his swollen cock made that of Al Kalbenson seem like the skinny pencil it resembled. She didn't know if her mouth could adapt to such a monstrous size again, so swiftly.
"Open up," the hulk insisted. "Just do like I say and we'll get it all over with as quick as possible. Then I'll be outta here and you can do whatever the hell you want."
Ilene nodded, feeling weak and listless. Maybe, just maybe, he would go and leave her alone after he was finished, and she would be free.
Staring at the tremendous length and breadth of his fleshpole, its root surrounded by barbed wire hair, she felt shivers run through her body. God! It was a fantastic piece of gristle. True, he had been able to stuff it all into her tight pussy, but she wondered whether or not her gullet was up to accepting it. But even as she wondered, she felt her mouth watering at the prospect of trying.
"C'mon, doll," the huge man grumbled. "You're gonna suck it sooner or later. The sooner you do it, the sooner we get it over with. Don't make me get rough. I like it a lot better when the mouth is willin'."
Ilene wanted to deny it all, but realized there was no way she would convince herself, much less him. She was completely under the spell of the waving baton as it rubbed against the cheeks of her face, leaving smears of oily lubriciousness under her eyes. Just the touch of it sent her senses reeling.
Saliva continued to build in her mouth and she had to gulp the sputum down. Her body was looking forward to her attempting to suck the cock. There was no two ways about it. Whatever so-called civilized veneer she had ever had, was now completely obliterated thinks to her three days and nights of captivity. Sucking and ass-fucking were so much a part of her now, she would no longer be able to live without them.
"Open wide!" the monster ordered. "Take the whole fuckin' thing in your mouth and suck like y'love it. Dig, bitch? I love t'feel tight lips squeezing against my balls with the head of my cock pushing itself down y'tight throat. And I'll bet you got one really tight throat. Open up and start gobblin'.'"
Ilene's tongue eeled out from between her lips as he slid his weighty ass a little higher on her body, letting her lick the satchel-like weightiness of his swinging balls. She swallowed the gigantic spheres into her mouth, feeling them lodge themselves in her cheeks, making them bulge. Her tongue licked madly over the meaty flesh and tickled the bottom of the thick pylon of cock, as well. Bits of his hair got caught between her teeth, but there was no way for her to pick them out. He slid back a little, and she worked the tip of her tongue along the shuddering underside of his meaty cock, reaching up to the towering red tip, lapping at the juices leaving the sightless eye.
Then she felt two ham-like hands grip the sides of her head and tilt her chin back a little, letting him sink the gigantic prick into her mouth. It slithered along her tongue, scraping her palate and forcing her cheeks to swell outward as the pole continued traveling deeper and deeper. She was gagging and coughing as the almost-impossibly thick meat kept pushing in. Her eyes bulged out and rolled madly at the spongy thickness clogged every little bit of her throat. She could taste the musky salt of it, and the smell this close was so overpowering she almost blacked out.
"Suck it you fuckin' cunt. Suck it good! That damn mouth of yours was made to fit around my cock. Now use it."
And Ilene sucked, knowing he was right. Her mouth had been made to suck cocks, though not necessarily his. If she fought him, her gullet would tighten up, and with all that meat stuck inside, she would strangle to death. Freedom was too close to allow a fat cock to make her lose it all. Right now the huge monster had her totally in his power. As long as he had control over her, the easiest way to survive was to do exactly as he said. Survival, after all, was the most important thing at this moment. Her cunt, her asshole, and her mouth had helped her survive the threats of Howard Branton and Al Kalbenson. Now she would use whatever she had to in order to continue surviving. He was the boss-for now.
"Eat it all!" he insisted.
She swallowed and sucked and licked and chewed and pulled with her jaws, forcing her lips to stretch around the meatpole. She could hear him grunting and shuddering as he pushed and pulled his solid prick in and out, always forcing it all the way in, then almost all the way out. For all that her mouth was doing to it, the size and weight of it frightened her because it was attached to an unthinking animal. With Stan, who had possessed a slightly longer, thicker organ, there was continual mounting excitement, as the craving for more and more of his gigantic cock filled her throat. She was amazed at how different things could be with different people.
She heard the gross slob swearing in a muttering voice, his words rasping, but filled with lust as he continually pounded his swollen dork into her throat, rubbing that oral spot that could trigger her own throat orgasm at any moment. At every plunging thrust Ilene feared her throat might tighten up and she would choke to death, but the perverse pleasure of sucking still outweighed her fear and kept her throat open. He rammed it in again and again, and soon she had forgotten everything but the way her entire mouth was the focal point of everything, filled with his thrusting cock. The weight of his ass on her chest made breathing difficult. The heated gasps spreading all over his cock and balls was probably exciting the monstrous man all the more, and she could feel his hairy, muscular thighs tightening. She moaned and sighed and sucked all the harder, wanting to make him come, if only to end all this, already.
His knees moved off her arms, and she was free to use her hands. She cupped his heavy buttocks and squeezed them, tilting him forward and letting his thick probe push its way even deeper into her throat in the hope he would come, already. The rounded knob sank in so far, it cut off any chance of breathing, and she was glad she had taken a lungful of air just before pushing his cock so far in. Her hands tickled and teased his thighs, making him wiggle from side to side as he continued sliding the mighty prong in and out of her sucking throat.
Her fingers wandered through his asscrack, making him shake all the more, and then she touched his anal pucker. With the ball of her finger she teased and tickled it, and finally probed into it, making him shudder even more. He rammed his cock back and forth, back and forth, and she hoped he would come and end it all.
But no! No matter what she did, no matter how hard she sucked, no matter how strong her lips pulled on his meat, no matter how much her tongue pressured and lapped, his cock was adamant in its refusal to release the glue seething in his monstrous balls.
Pinwheels of light were spinning before her eyes, and she knew there was nothing she could do. She was about to die. The thick cock would strangle her. She couldn't make him come, and he was becoming more and more impatient, stuffing everything but his baseball-sized testicles into her mouth along with his cock.
And then, just as she was about to black out forever, he pressure lessened and she felt him pulling his weight off her mashed breasts.
Air slowly filtered into her lungs, and dizzying daylight returned to her brain. Things were spinning madly for a moment, then slowly came back into perspective.
"Yer ass is the only thing left," he growled. "So suppose you roll over, chickie."
"My God!" she gasped. "You'll kill me with that thing."
Even the dildo that Kalbenson had shoved in her ass hadn't been as thick as the pole sported by this hairy ape.
"I've had this thing up tight asses before," he told her. 'They all survived. C'mon, I ain't got all day. There ain't nothin' in this crummy house worth stealin'. Your ass is the only thing left makin' this trip worthwhile. So c'mon, already. Let's get to it. I ain't got no more time f fuckin' around."
He threw his body on top of hers after she was flipped over. When she tried moving, he reached a hand under her and grabbed her left tit, holding her in place. She squealed and wanted to crawl away from him. But in doing so, she instinctively came up to her knees, raising her ass high in the air. Instantly the monstrous man wrapped an arm around her waist and held her in that position, rubbing his thick cock against her round asscheeks.
"Open up those thighs," he grunted. "Spread those luscious asscheeks. I got a feelin' this is gonna be the thing t'make me shoot the load I got stored up inside me."
Ilene struggled, squirming madly, but she knew there was no chance of his letting her go. She felt he was too strong for a dozen like herself.
"We'll use yer own pussy water to get you greased up," he laughed, and using his other hand, he jammed two thick fingers into her murky cunt and withdrew a huge glob of lubrication. This, he immediately began rubbing into the wrinkled pucker of her tight asshole. Ilene was terrified of the casual way he was treating her asshole. It was as if it were some hollowed out piece of raw liver to be violated. She tried flattening out, but his arm around her waist was too strong. The hard, plunging brutality of his solid cock was rubbing between her asscheeks, looking for the way in.
"Aha!" he yelled, as the blunt-nosed point of his thick cock finally found the sought-for orifice. "There's what we want."
Ilene squirmed and struggled, but she felt him holding his cock in one hand, while his other was still tightly around her waist, and then he was pushing. The tight tunnel of her ass would never get used to the entrance of a thick cock, even if she was relaxed, and she definitely wasn't relaxed. He pushed and she squeezed the sphincter ring of her asshole tightly closed. But the tighter she squeezed the harder he shoved, pushing, slamming, pressing, squeezing, and even though her haunches wriggled madly in an attempt to escape, she knew there was no way out. Slowly, very slowly, the bulb-like head began to make its way into her, swelling the anal ring, forcing it wider and wider, pushing it open with even more power than the artificial ring Kalbenson had used, earlier. Her ass was still sore from the way the metal ring had tormented her, and now the flesh rod of this hairy beast was probing into her, forcing its way deeper and deeper into her, stuffing her with his thickness.
Ilene screamed and flounced around, held in place only by his powerful arm. This made the gruesome lump of humanity laugh as he released what little of his cock remained outside her and reached around to maul her tits.
Now he was all the way in, grinding his mighty muscle in a spiral manner, moving it around and around, solidly, consistently, again and again. Burning flashes of familiar pain brought unexpected tears from her eyes.
"Uurrrgghhhhhh!" he grunted. "Shit! You really do have one helluva tight fuckin' ass. Oh yeah! Well, what the hell! It's better f both of us when the ass is nice and tight. Huh?"
The shuddering sound of her ragged breathing seemed to add to his delight. He plunged his weighty penis into her all the more strongly, and Ilene felt pain all over again. It was the same as if her ass were being raped for the first time. The immense thickness was going in too swiftly and too strongly.
At least she could breathe. His outsized cock had opened her throat all the wider, and now she could suck air into her lungs even as he rammed his meat through her ass again and again. God! She was being used like some kind of mannequin made simply for fucking and nothing else.
She gasped as she felt his slobbering mouth close on her left shoulder. He was sucking at the side of her neck, making grunting animal noises. There was no pain there, although the weight of his cock, forcing its way into her squeezing asshole was pain enough.
His full length of cock was reaming back and forth in the constricting confines of her shuddering asshole. She felt the hard slap of his belly against her asscheeks while his weighty balls came banging up against her sopping cunt. He rammed in and out with a total lack of regard for any harm he might be causing her, internally. His hair-covered thighs brutally slammed against the soft, silken haunches below her ass as he thudded his meat home again and again. She wondered if this terrible torture would ever end.
Even though there was a certain amount of excitement building inside her all over again, it was overridden by the terrible pain his thick prick was causing. It was as if she hadn't been made to suffer enough, earlier, as if the ravishing of her ass was something she had no right to enjoy, and therefore had to feel pain, now. But even as the cock rasped back and forth in her tight, squeezing asshole, she felt oil dribbling from her cunt down her thighs, and she knew she was being titillated and excited to newer, higher mental plateaus, because the greater the pain, the greater the eventual pleasure.
"Thatta girl," the beast-man rumbled. "That's the way. Keep movin' that tight, fuckin' ass. Jesus! I wish t'God I could take y'along with me. Christ! That cunt and that mouth would've caused me t'become wildly, after awhile, I just don't got no time left. That's why I'm usin' yer ass. But I can't haul y'with me. I got me an ol' lady of my own, and she'd tear my eyes out if she ever saw ya. C'mon, lady. Make this a good ass fuck. I really wanna remember it."
Ilene was gasping now, but the pain was receding and her gasps were more of pleasure than anything else. She could feel her empty cunt throbbing and pulsating hotly as it continued to let the burning juices flow out of it. Her asshole had a tight clasp on the invading cock, but no longer wanted to stop it. Now she put her weight on her knees, and when he took his arm from around her hips, she began frantically driving her asscheeks back against his pulsating pelvis.
"Keep it goin' baby," he roared. "I knew y'd love bein' assfucked. Shit! You got just the ass fer it."
He was plunging into her squeezing corridor with all his power now, sometimes lifting her knees off the bed because he thrust in so powerfully. She was wriggling and squirming with more and more effort, showing total disregad for any pain she might have felt earlier. She was building toward another anal orgasm. She was going to come, and it would be very soon. The very thickness of the cock was helping to bring about her desire for that climax.
Over and over his mighty prod pushed into her tight rectal grip, a red-hot poker of massive proportions, filling her again and again and lifting her off the bed only to let her body come slamming down again.
"Oh shit!" he gasped. "You have one hell of an asshole. Christ! Lookit you. Y'love bein' fucked in the ass, huh!"
The mighty pole was plunging into her with rapid consistency, making her ass bob up and down like a pair of twin balloons while her dripping cunt continued to manufacture and release hot and heavy oil. One of his hands reached under her to catch some of the falling oil. He pressed her hand up into the furry pouch of her swollen cunt, as if trying to crush and squeeze more lubrication from it. She could hear the squishy sound of her cuntlips being pressed together and rubbed, hard.
"You ... ever ... been fucked ... uhhhhh ... in the ass ... before?" he asked, grunting.
"Not like this," she replied, throwing her weight on her elbows and head to keep herself from being shoved forward each time he rammed his cock into her seething asshole.
"Good, huh?"
"Yes," she shuddered, hating to admit it.
She felt him tightly grip her hips and hoist her off the bed, fucking her ass in mid-air, shaking her from side to side. More thrills lanced through her body as almost unbearable delight burned her inner ass tissues. It was coming now, building so high there was no stopping it. She was going to have that anal orgasm.
"Ayyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaggggggggrrrrrrr ggggghhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed.
Mad thrill followed mad thrill through her raging ass tunnel, as she screamed and let her fists pummel the bedcovers. Her ass tunnel squeezed all the more tightly, and suddenly she felt his already-thick dork swell even more, and then it unleashed a load of hot, white balm into her burning ass as the hairy horror roared a"Gaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaa nnnnnnnnnnnnggghhhh h!"
His hips slammed into her soft, rubbery asscheeks again and again as he pumped gallons of heavy milkwhite cream into her aching ass tunnel. It burned, yet it soothed the previous pain while enhancing the thrills of her own orgasm.
He collapsed on top of her, and she felt her breath knocked out by his weight. She gasped, but he simply lay there. Time passed slowly, and as her orgasm faded, the importance of her freedom became increasingly greater.
"You're all right," the heavy man grunted. "Like I said, if I didn't have a cunt of my own, I'd haul yer ass home with me. Well, what the hell! Life ain't what we'd all like it t'be."
"That's a fact," Ilene nodded as she rose from the bed.
Going to the closet, she found some dresses, probably belonging to the girls Kalbenson had killed. She also found underwear and pantyhose in a dressing table drawer.
"I'm gonna get outta here," the gross man told her. "You ain't gonna call no cops now, are ya?"
"God, no!" she told him. "Take whatever pleases you and leave."
"Ain't nothin' really worthwhile in this dump, anyway. Not unless there's a hidden safe somewhere."
"I really don't know," Ilene shrugged.
"Aaahhhh, fuck it all. Be seein' ya, lady."
She heard him lumber down the stairs, and he was gone. Ilene found some of the underwear and pantyhose fit. Then she slipped on a yellow skirt with a pink blouse. It was a horrible combination, but under the circumstances she was in no position to argue. Then she went down stairs.
Al Kalbenson was sprawled out in the kitchen with a lot of blood coming from his ears as he lay on the floor. Ilene hoped he was dead. In any case, she had no intention of staying around to help him.
Going down to the basement, she released Fran, then came back upstairs. She'd let Fran call the police and handle things. All she wanted to do was go home.
Home? The lonely little apartment? Was that what she was looking forward to? Somehow it didn't seem right after all the horror she'd been through.
Leaving the house, she found Kalbenson's car in the garage. Looking inside, she saw the keys.
Well why not? she thought. She was going to police headquarters anyway. She knew they would want her to identify Marvin.
"Hey!" she heard a voice call out.
Turning, she saw the head of Stan Gross above a lot of weeds in a nearby lot.
"Stan," she said, not able to see him clearly for a moment because she still had no glasses. "Is that you?"
On the dashboard of Kalbenson's car was a case magnetically held on, and inside was a pair of dark glasses. She reached into the car, took out the glasses, and put them on. Kalbenson's prescription wasn't quite as strong as hers, but she was able to see. It was Stan Gross, all right.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "Why are you hanging around here? You should be long gone. If the police catch you, you'll go to prison."
"The FBI broke into the house while I was in the steamroom," Stan explained. "I had to run out of there without any clothes on. I've been wandering through these weeds for the past fifteen hours, trying to figure out something to say, or do."
"How would you like to come home with me?" Ilene asked.
"But what about the police? They killed Howie, and they got Marvin."
"Suppose I swear you were a customer in the store when the other two came in. Suppose we say they forced the two of us to go with them. Will Marvin back up the lie?"
"Hell! I guess so. He's been a good buddy. But what then?"
"I'll say Marvin was unwilling to go along with Howie until Howie showed his gun, and then he kept Howie from killing us. Marvin could get off with a suspended sentence if we work this thing out right."
"Suppose it all works out the way you got it figured. What then?"
"You said you wanted to go to the Coast. Why not take me along?"
"Hey look, I like you one helluva lot, but I'm not ready to tie myself to any chick just yet."
"No strings, Stan. You and Marvin and I can rent an apartment with three bedrooms. Each of us has the right to entertain anyone we want. And if we should want to sleep with each other every now and again, well why not!"
"Why not!" Stan Gross agreed.
"And until we get you some clothes, I'll have the pleasure of looking at you the way you looked at me for two days."
"You're one helluva horny chick."
"Stan, I'm more woman than both you and Marvin will ever be able to handle in your entire lives."
"Well hell," he said in his throaty voice. "Let's find out."
