It is one thing to be naive, and it is something else to be kept in ignorance. The biggest crime parents commit against their own teenage daughters today is to keep them ignorant of the physical relationship between a male and female. It is a sad commentary on our times that young brides go to their wedding beds, totally unaware of what is waiting for them and what is expected.
According to various polls, a "shocking" thirty percent of teenage females have experienced one kind of sexual contact or other. The really shocking thing is that seventy percent remain in complete darkness. The parents believe they are protecting their children by keeping them ignorant, but the sad truth is, young males experience premature ejaculation because they have not been instructed in the proper way to pace themselves.
And young females experience terror and pain because they are being brutally and ineptly manhandled by equally ignorant and savage males who believe the ejaculation of their semen into a woman will bring her the same kind of delightful feelings they enjoy.
The heroine in this book is a naive female. Twenty-five years of-age, she has never permitted a male to "manhandle" her, and as a result she has remained completely in the dark where sex is concerned. Her eventual education is one that would terrify many experienced women. But an experienced woman, knowing what she might expect, would be able to adjust herself to it. Not so our heroine. It is sheer luck, added to her inner sensuality which is brought out, that saves her and makes a truly whole woman of her.
Chapter One
"C'mon, Phyl,' the handsome twenty-eight-year-old man was saying to the pert brunette with the page-boy hair style. "How about a date for Saturday night?"
"Sorry, Harvey," she insisted. "You're all hands, and if there's one thing I can't stand, it's going out with an octopus."
She giggled and walked away from him, and he stood there watching the pert figure in the tight, grey suit. Her ass wiggled from side to side as if there were two wildcats in a tight sack trying to fight their way out.
Though twenty-five, Phyllis Fane still had the face of a young girl, with round cheeks, a short nose, wide, brown eyes, and full, voluptuous, heart-shaped lips. She was pretty, but not beautiful. Her breasts pushed firmly against her white blouse, two outstanding protuberances inviting men to touch and caress them. But her sparkling eyes would darken at the mere hint of anyone wanting to do so.
Phyllis had been born in extreme pain. As a result, she was an only child. Her mother had sworn never to have any other children. Whenever her father craved his husbandly rights, Phyllis's mother would put in a diaphragm, while her father would use a prophylactic, and when it was all over, the mother would douche herself out, making certain the diaphragm remained securely in place, overnight.
Phyllis's mother had spared nothing in telling her daughter the agonies of childbirth. She neglected to teacher her daughter the joys of copulation, and as a result, Phyllis had a dreaded fear of any man laying a hand on her. And so, at the age of twenty-five Phyllis Fane was a virgin in the true sense of the word. She was literally untouched. No boy had so much as caressed her breasts or kissed her lips.
When she left college, three years earlier, Phyllis became part of the Gotham National Bank. She was a teller, earning a hundred-and-sixty dollars a week ... before deductions ... and she was quite content to remain a teller. She lived with her parents, had no expenses save for clothing, and had more than $8,500 stashed in her own private bank account. After what her mother had told her, she had no intention of marrying. She had been born with her virginal hymen intact, and she intended keeping it that way until she died.
Fate, however, decreed otherwise.
Chapter Two
It was a bright June morning when Phyllis took her place behind the high counter in the bank. She liked the modern banks with their airiness. Gotham National was modern in every way save one: its security system. It lacked the sensors in the cash drawers which would set off a silent alarm at police headquarters if the last bill was removed from any of the slots. It also lacked the video cameras and private monitors. Not that the bank didn't intend to put all these things in . . . eventually. It already had silent alarm buttons under the counters where each teller stood. The buttons were activated by strong knee pressure.
Early in the morning almost no one did any work save for the teller at the drive-in window. So Phyllis was surprised to see the goodlooking man with the blue sport shirt standing before her part of the counter. He had black, curly hair, narrow eyes, a thin nose, and a small mouth. He was very thin, and he handed her what looked like a withdrawal slip. It was, in fact, a withdrawal slip, but he had written all over it.
THIS IS A ROBBERY. I AND MY TWO FRIENDS HAVE PISTOLS IN OUR POCKETS AND WE WON'T HESITATE TO USE THEM. FILL THE TWO SACKS I'M GIVING YOU WITH HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS.
Phyllis stared at the man, terrified for the moment. He seemed to smile at her, but she finally saw the nervousness underneath.
"Please hurry," he whispered. "I know either you or one of the other tellers has set off an alarm at the police station by now, and we want to be out of here before the police arrive."
Phyllis hurriedly scooped the bills into the two sacks the man handed, noting two other tellers were doing the same thing for two other men.
"Here," she gasped, handing him the sacks. "Please don't hurt me."
"I won't, if you do as I say," he told her. "Come around from in back there. Hurry!"
Terrified, Phyllis moved to the end of the counter and walked through the little door. The man grabbed her arm and led her out of the bank with his two companions following. The bank guard never even noticed something was wrong.
They pushed her into a van, and while one of the other two, one with a crooked nose, got behind the wheel of the van, the third man joined the dark-haired man in the back. Both of the other two men had light, brown hair. They looked very much alike except that the driver had a crooked nose and the other man had a flat nose. They were as thin as the dark-haired man, but not as tall. Though Phyllis didn't have too good a look at the driver, the other man seemed to have an almost vacant look in his eyes.
"Take off, Vinnie," the dark-haired man said to the driver.
The van took off, moved three blocks, then turned a corner, and stopped. The three men got out dragging Phyllis, and they prepared to jump into another van. This one was a light-brown, whereas the van they had parked in front of the bank was dark green.
"Leave her here," the one called Vinnie said. "We don't want no kidnap rap, as well."
"Screw that," the dull-witted one snapped. "We don't want this cunt sounding off to the cops about us. I say snuff her."
"Knock it off, Gino," the dark-haired man barked. "We take her with us, then dump her when it's safe. After seven years no one can touch you for a bank robbery. But there's no statute of limitations on murder."
"Who made you boss, Sal?" Gino asked.
"You wanna stay here arguing all day," the dark-haired one called Sal asked, dragging Phyllis into the back of the van with him as Vinnie left the green van and got behind the wheel of the other one. Gino jumped in as well, shut the door, and the van began rolling away.
Oh God! Phyllis thought. She was going to be a hostage just like all those other people she read about, every day. God! It was one thing to read about it. But to have it happen to her. Wow\ But why did it have to be her? Every sensitive nerve in her frightened body shuddered, because she had heard what men like this did to helpless girls. She had no illusions about their releasing her, untouched. She was going to be raped. They would do horrible things her mother had told her about, plunging their thick penises into her helpless pussy again and again. There was no way for her to avoid pregnancy. True, if they let her go, she'd be able to get proper treatment at a hospital. Did they call it an abortion when the foetus was a day old, or less?
As if Gino had been listening to her private thoughts, his hand began an exploratory movement all over the slenderness of her girlish waist. Sal was busy trying to count the money and didn't notice what Gino was doing, and Vinnie was driving.
Phyllis was afraid to cry out. Gino had a sick mind. His hand ran excitedly over the side of her body. He was panting heavily, his tongue hanging out like an animal. His two hands had gripped her knees as she sat with her back against the side of the van and her knees upraised. He moved around in front of her, tugging with his hands, concentrating all his energy on tugging the soft inner sides of her thighs apart with his knee wedged between them. Phyllis struggled now, fighting with all her strength, but her straining legs were slowly being forced open by the pressure against them. The anxious man's knees forced their way between her thighs and she felt a clothed solidity press along the top of her thigh. She shuddered in revulsion, realizing this sick man was already trying to do all those horrible things to her about which her mother had warned her. There was a, single, forty-watt bulb dangling from the ceiling of the van, letting Phyllis see everything. His penis had already hardened because of the licentious contact he had made with her thighs, and now the half-wit was trying to wedge his straining erection against the softness of her totally defenseless vagina. All that stood between his penis and her pussy was his pants and her panties. She didn't even wear pantyhose. Like a teenage girl, she still wore socks.
Beneath his pants, Gino's stiffened cock was pushing very solidly and indelicately into the narrow junction between Phyllis's tender thighs. He pressed forward, and the delicate cloth of her panties was pushed wispily into the barely moist crevice of her helplessly spread young cunt.
The van sped along through the city, and a few minutes later was on a highway. After awhile it turned off onto a dirt roadway, leaving all civilization seemingly behind. Vinnie, the driver, continued concentrating on the road.
"Slow down a little," Sal, the goodlooking one said to Vinnie. "We don't want a broken axle."
"Got a cigarette?" Vinnie asked.
"Right here," Sal told him, taking one from his shirt pocket, lighting it, and giving it to Vinnie.
Sal turned to look at her, sitting beside her, letting his hand touch her face and shoulders.
"You sure are pretty," he purred.
"Don't hurt me," Phyllis begged.
"Depends on what you mean by 'hurt," Gino laughed.
"Why don't you get off the girl," Sal snapped.
"Shit!" Gino barked. "You're acting like she's private property or something. We're all supposed to get our licks."
"You'll get yours," Sal assured him.
Oh God! Phyllis thought. They'll rape me and then they'll kill me. Fear charged through her mind as she felt icy terror continue to clutch at her heart.
The van bounced along the desolate dirt road. Sal handed Gino a cigarette, and soon all three men were smoking. He offered one to Phyllis, but she declined. She glanced again and again at the one called Gino, terrified by his dull-witted appearance. His shaggy, unkempt, light brown hair was glistening with perspiration. The smoke became heavier and heavier.until Phyllis thought she would strangle on the rolling clouds of it.
"C'mon," Sal told her, forcing his cigarette against her lips. "Take a puff."
Phyllis felt him forcing the tubular shape into her mouth and she found herself pulling on it, exhaling the smoke as quickly as possible. Then she broke into a fit of coughing.
A long period of time followed, and Phyllis felt a nausea as he continually forced her to smoke.
"How's it going back there?" Vinnie called out.
"Just fine," Sal replied.
Abruptly, the dark-haired Sal, who was obviously the leader, ground out his cigarette on the metal floor of the van, then rolled on top of Phyllis, prying her thighs apart and wedging himself between her limbs as Gino had done, earlier. He ground his throbbing penis against the softness of her panty-covered crotch, chuckling softly in her ear.
"Please," Phyllis whimpered. "Don't do this."
Her sobs only made Sal laugh again. He blew into her ear, his smoke-tainted breath sickening to her, though she did feel waves of goosebumps wash over her. She was attracted by the very things that revulsed her.
Phyllis stiffened and twisted her face to the side, straining to look out the rear windows of the van, as if somewhere out there, in the late morning scenery, she might find something . . . anything to save her. God! She was wishing for a miracle and she knew it. But the empty, stark land rolled by, and not a single other car appeared. There was only the sunlight tinting the rear floor of the van, letting her know they were heading in a westerly direction.
"Come on, Sal," Gino whined. "Lemmee get a look at the chick. Roll her over and get those clothes offa her." There was the whining sound of a psychotic in his voice, and Phyllis was utterly terrified.
"You just relax, Gino," Sal told him in a self-assured voice. "She's got all the equipment. You take my word for it. I've already checked her out."
"Shit, it looks like you're doing more than just checking her out," Gino snapped, reaching out and grabbing her by the hair, tugging her head into his lap so that she lay on the floor now. "I wanna see how much of those jugs is her and how much is padding."
"Shut up, Gino, you're starting to bug me," Sal insisted.
"All I got is her head," Gino complained, his voice heavy with vicious overtones.
Tears of humiliation and shame began filling Phyllis's eyes. She listened to the two men discussing her as if she were some kind of commodity in a grocery store that had been loaded into the van with the purpose of taking her to market. It was as if she were the animal, and they were the human beings. Now wasn't that a laugh. Except that the horror of the situation was almost too much for her. She found herself so revulsed, she was unable to think clearly. She tried to think of some way out of the situation, but it was all but impossible. Here she was, with three men who had stollen at least thirty-thousand dollars from the bank where she worked, and they were contemplating her rape as coolly as she might buy a chicken for supper. All she knew, at this point, was, each of their heatedly intimate touches and their coarse remarks was doing something to her that would change from the happily ignorant young woman she had been only minutes ago.
Phyllis felt Sal's hand possessively close around her body as he tugged her nearer to him, and once again she became aware of how totally and completely hopeless and defenseless she was at the present time. He was worming his body closer to hers, and Phyllis became aware of the deodorant soap he had used earlier in the day. Well at least he wasn't one of those hippies who went around keeping his body dirty all the time. Sal was actually behind her, and she was fitted, spoon-shaped against his body, save for her head which rested in Gino's lap. Even Gino, mental midget that he was, was not unclean. Thank God for small favors.
Sal was caressing her, pressing himself all the more firmly against her, his knees bending where hers bent, his chest rubbing firmly against her back, while her softly rounded buttocks fitted nicely against his pelvis, shuddering as it felt the bulge of his hard penis. Her soft flesh shivered as it felt the pulsating contact with his jutting hardness and she quaked, imagining the licentious look of lust crawling all over the man's face. An eternity of time passed as Sal's probing phallic extension made contact with her firm, young flesh. She sensed it growing harder and stiffer.
"How much longer till we get there?" Sal called out to Vinnie, panting heavily, his hand moving anxiously along the young girl's thighs under her suit dress. "I think our little chippie's getting a mite uncomfortable back here."
"Figure fifteen, maybe twenty minutes," Vinnie called back to them. "Maybe a little longer. Hey, look, Sal, if you're hot to fuck the chick, do it now and get it over with. I don't want you and Gino breathing down my back every few minutes asking how much longer."
"What's bugging you, Vinnie?" Sal asked.
"We'll be going through a hick town, soon, and I don't want her screaming her lungs out. So if you're gonna fuck her, pop her cherry before we get to the town."
"Stay cool," Sal assured Vinnie, the driver. "She can't move without our saying so, and if she screams, we'll knock her pretty teeth down her throat."
Sal chuckled and he pinched Phyllis's thigh under her skirt where the two soft innersides of her loins came together. Phyllis jumped, gasping, but her head was held firmly in place by Gino Ballardo. She groaned in protest, and more tears spilled down her pretty cheeks.
"Please don't, she gasped, "It hurts . . ." and then Gino's hand was clamped over her mouth, muffling her.
"Now she can't make no kinda noise," Gino leered.
"Go easy on her," Sal told him, panting heavily.
"Pull down her pants," Gino gasped, tugging her dress up with his free hand. "Let's get a look at the goods."
Phyllis looked up and saw the. feral glint of amusement in Gino's sick eyes. He was all but drooling on her as he stared at her slender thighs, obviously enjoying the sight of her helplessly plastered down, this way. Her blouse had pulled free of her skirt, and her jacket was open. Gino tugged on the bottom of her blouse until it had ridden up to reveal the brassiere-covered breasts. Below the white material of her brassiere he saw the pink-white smoothness of her flesh, the taut belly gleaming in the incandescent light. He grunted with lascivious delight as Sal rubbed her belly, smiling at the way Phyllis twitched and shuddered at the man's touch.
"My god!" Gino gasped, sucking in his breath, his mouth gaping wide as he stared, taking in the entire wide stretch pink and white flesh that was her smooth abdomen, exposed as it was over the small white triangle of her nylon panties. Sal was already unbuttoning her skirt and shucking it down over her wriggling hips. He smiled at Gino, saying, "It appears to me, any cunt that wears panties that skimpy is just begging to be fucked. Hell, we'd be downright bastards not to screw her here and now."
"Damn right," Gino agreed. "Let's fuck the little bitch silly."
"Jesus! I think I can smell her quim juice all the way up here," Vinnie called back.
"Yeah," Sal nodded. "It's been awhile since I've had a plump cunt this prime. I'm gonna fuck her now."
Phyllis groaned, squirming, feeling the rising hardness in Gino's lap rub against her cheek. The man raised his legs a little, actually clutching her face with his thighs around the temples. Lower down, Sal's groin was still crammed spoonlike into her tender buttocks as his fingers gripped the open part of her jacket and began tearing it off so they wouldn't have to lift her body.
Phyllis felt the grip of terror as never before. A frantic energy tore through her and she writhed and bounced and bucked her body with all the strength at her command. She did her best to wrench her face from between Gino's clamping thighs while throwing Sal's pressuring stiffness away from her, as well.
"Hold her down you fucking moron," Sal yelled at Gino, sliding his hand under her wildly bouncing hips, pinning them roughly to the floor.
"Oh God!" she gasped. "Please, please don't do this to me. For heaven's sake don't do this . . ."
Gino's hand had slipped from her mouth for an instant, allowing her to yell. Now it clamped more tightly than ever against her lips. Her further anguished cries and piteous pleas were abruptly cut off, choked back down into her constricted chest. Only a faint, helpless mewling escaped from under the tightly clamping fingers.
And then Phyllis felt Sal's weight move away from her body. There was a long, tortured moment of silently hanging suspense while his muscular calves inched down the sides of her legs until his face was actually above her knees. She jerked as he tried tugging her knees farther apart, and that was when Gino tore her blouse from her body. Now her smooth torso was in plain sight, as was the soft, rounded fullness of her partially panty covered asscheeks. Vinnie had adjusted the rearview mirror so he was able to see as well, and his eyes bulged with salacious desire as each delicious inch of the girl's delicately curved thighs came into view.
"Pull her around so I can get a good look at those luscious tits," Vinnie called back.
"You keep your mind on your driving," Sal told him, his trembling hands curling around her narrow, kicking ankles, tugging them more than slightly apart. His eyes began roaming very slowly up the bare, slightly parted columns of her columnar thighs, and he ran the tip of his tongue across his lips with hungry lust. Her small, narrow, well-shaped ankles curved delicately up into full-blown calves, then enlarged into the smooth satiny softness of her full upper haunches. The whitely clean triangle of her panty briefs had been moved aside by her constant struggling, and now the rounded gloves of her smooth, white asscheeks were completely exposed to both, his view, and that of the demented Gino. Only a narrow strip of very thin nylon cloth was wedged into the slenderly trembling crevice of her youthfully firm buttocks. Sal saw the thin curls of her sparse, dark pubic hairs appearing under the edges of the bunched-up material where it ran in a thin white band down between her thighs.
Phyllis was raving with terror, now. Her mind was no longer coherent as it raced with dreadful certainty, realizing what she feared most in the entire world was about to happen. These strange men, these evil friends, were about to sink the lengths of their indecent flesh into the most intimate parts of her trembling body. She felt sick with humiliation as disgust rampantly charged through her. She cowered with shame and humiliation, hating herself for not being able to properly fight back. The sons of bitches . . . the scums who didn't even know her name were going to plunge into her like rutting pigs without the slightest trace of compassion or human understanding. She was a vessel; a mindless receptacle for the lewdly bubbling sperm that was inside them. Dear God! How was it possible for there to be such cruelly bestial men on this earth. It wasn't right.
There was absolutely nothing Phyllis was able to do about it. Her inability to retaliate in any way merely increased her inner sense of total degradation. This was a living nightmare. God! God! God! If only she were stronger. If only there was some way to fight back, or at least escape.
Her attention was brutally jerked back to reality by the tingling sensations of Sal's hands wandering continually up and down the sides of her body. He teased her nakedly cringing flesh roughly as his fingers worked up the backs of her legs. He all but pinched her, kneading her white skin tightly, all but gripping them in his fists. Then he pinched her soft inner thighs, roughly grabbing them between his lingers, and the pained woman whimpered and sobbed in helpless anguish. She imagined what his leering face must look like, behind her, as his hands continued freely roaming over her body, so obediently splayed out on the floor of the van. She ground her body down hard against the metal bottom, as if hoping to drill her way through with her navel in a vain attempt to escape Sal's moving hands. She leaped when his hands touched her hips. He rolled the luscious firmness of her softly warm flesh between his hands and then wormed one finger into the heavily perspiring crevice of her rounded buttocks, right at the top above the elastic waistband of her panties.
"Hey, this is real nice," he said to the Ballardo brothers, excitedly working his moving finger down into the shadows of the slenderly dividing crevice until it completely disappeared from sight.
Gino loudly grunted his agreement as his eyeballs almost fell out. He'd had so few females in his lifetime, the idea he would eventually be getting into this one thrilled him as rising desire suffused him, turning him red. Vinnie, behind the wheel, glanced into the rearview mirror, then returned his eyes to the road, taking out a handkerchief to mop the perspiration from his forehead.
Phyllis groaned as Gino's hard cock, under his pants, continued rubbing against her cheek. His own hand capped the back of her skull, jamming her forehead solidly against his excitedly throbbing penis. Her nose flattened against the base of the shaft and she felt the bluntly rounded outline of the blood-bloated head pressing heatedly through the material of his pants. The none-too-bright Gino ran his free hand through his scrubby light-brown hair, looking with glee at the sight of the young girl's helpless body stretched out nakedly below him. A small circle of wetness was already seeping through his pants, and Phyllis felt it against her temple and she shuddered, realizing just what it was she was feeling. The obscenely hard organ was leaking its oily lubricant. Uuuuggghhh! She tried lifting her cheek from it, but Gino's hand pressed against her skull, jamming her face even deeper into his throbbing groin than it had been, before. Phyllis began loudly sobbing as the man rotated his anguished crotch against her fevered face, letting his hands move down to the bareness of her back and then suddenly brutally pinching her back all the way up to her neck.
"She kinda looks like a girl in a bikini," Gino mused. "But I go for the natural, all-together look, myself."
Once again Vinnie looked in the rearview mirror, watching the action taking place in the rear of the van. The mirror was tilted just right, letting him see the voluptuous curves of the victim they had trapped.
Phyllis's shoulders heaved and shook as she wildly sobbed, feeling totally helpless and unable to do anything. Shame and humiliations wracked her trembling body, and it suddenly became too much for her to bear. She heard them laughing, and she knew they were laughing at her while Sal and Gino pawed and pulled at her body like wild animals. She thought of all the men she had dated who had gently tried persuading her to their point of view. Not one had so much as cupped his hands over her breasts, and now she thought how ridiculous it all was, considering the lowest kind of human vermin were doing things with her she believed to be unconscionable. She had always been so self-righteous with her dates, pushing their hands away, not allowing them-the right to touch her sacred body. But God! She was willing to exchange what she had now for anything at all with those other boy friends. At least the others were decent and warm and loving and they kissed her with passion, making her feel good inside. It would have been far better to lose her virginity to a man who had feeling for her than these miserable, clawing beasts who were all over her body at once. Now she cringed, feeling Gino's hand wildly moving up and down her spine as if not knowing where next to touch her. He had her rolled over on her belly completely, and she tightened with fear as his fingers fought clumsily with the clasp of her brassiere. And then he had it open, and Phyllis felt her large, fully ripened young breasts come tumbling out like two large melons of ivory. She tried pulling away, and Gino grabbed her by the hair, yanking her forward, throwing her more across his lap so her breasts hung obscenely down over each side of his right leg with his knee deeply pressed into the cleavage between. The small buds of her tan nipples made contact with the coolness of the air and began involuntarily stiffening and lengthening, pointing straight down at the metal floor of the van.
"Now the hot little twat looks like she's wearing only half a bikini," Gino snorted.
"Hold her down while I pull those skimpy panties off," Sal grunted, sliding his hands slowly down from the narrow slimness of her soft waist, moving over the delightfully outward flare of her rounded young hips.
All of a sudden Phyllis's body jerked, writhing back to life as she felt Sal's fingers moving from the swell of her hip bones to the tight elastic band at the top of her panties. She had lain limply beneath them for quite some time, feeling as if all the life had been drained out of her while the two continuously ran their hands all over her helplessly trembling flesh, even to the point of uncovering her breasts. But now she was unable to remain quiescent. That moment she had feared most had finally arrived, and she was fully aware that the virginity she had struggled so hard to protect all her life from all the nice guys who had dated her was about to disappear into nothingness. Once they pulled her panties down, or more likely once they tore them off, baring her vagina, there was no hope. At that moment she would have preferred to simply die. Anything was better than this which was about to happen to her. This was her last opportunity to resist, and she decided she would rather fall out of a moving truck, totally naked than let them have their way. She gathered all her strength and pushed herself up from the floor, away from the two men. Then she leaped to the rear of the van, grabbing for the inside door handle. She was free for all of two seconds, but two seconds weren't long enough. Sal reached out and encircled her waist with an arm, tugging her back. She spun as she fell, dropping to her knees, feeling the metal of the van floor scrape her.
"The bitch was trying to jump out," Sal snapped, his arm still around her waist as he pressed her backside to him. He fell to the floor of the van on his back, pulling Phyllis up, then down so that she fell on her back against his body.
Gino jumped up and fell across her legs to keep her from moving. Even so, she pulled one leg free, and then she began kicking, clawing and she even would have screamed had Sal not clamped a hand over her mouth while holding her against him by gripping a breast. Their brutal strength totally overpowered her, and little by little she was over on to her stomach and forced into her original position with her head flung even harder into Gino's lap. She shuddered and quivered as the mental midget brutally pressed his fist into the nape of her tender neck, applying a wickedly cruel viselike pressure to the sides of her head with his legs.
"Goddamn stupid cunt," he snapped, reaching beneath her naked torso and grabbing one of the full, dangling breasts as it hung nakedly beneath her. He squeezed it and applied heavy pressure to it until she gasped and cried. Then his hand moved to the other breast, pulling on it even more viciously, squeezing until she sobbed her anguish out loud. Gino laughed, and Phyllis realized he was a complete sadist. He was overjoyed at^ her attempted escape. This gave him the opportunity to punish her brutally. The girl did her best not to give the man the satisfaction of loudly crying, but the pain seemed too much for her to take when he grabbed her sensitively throbbing nipple between his thumb and index finger, squeezing it so tight the girl feared it would literally burst open like a squeezed berry. The pressure became so intense, a new flood of tears filled her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She broke out with long, loud sobs. Gino continued kneading the nipple between his fingers, grinding her face even harder against his throbbing cock, making her all too-painfully aware of its existence. His face broke into a wide grin of lasciviously contorted ecstasy as his body pounded up and down as if trying to come merely from the pressure. His back was against the rear of the van's driver's seat and he rolled his head from side to side, once again letting his hands play along her creamy white back, letting his fingernails trail into the smoothly white flesh. He moaned and rubbed his hand against her shoulderblades, once more letting his fingers run down to the elastic top of her panty waistband. He tugged on it frenetically, and then his cruel fingers slid beneath and all but cut into the tender softness of her asscheeks, crushing the firmly rounded moons again and again. -
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" Sal asked, suddenly interrupting, grabbing Gino's hand and flinging it away from the girl's body. "Just remember Gino, whether you like it or not, I'm the one running this entire show."
Vito's upper torso fell against the back of the driver's seat. The man had been taken completely by surprise. "Hey," he yelled at Sal. "It ain't like you got some kinda claim on her, you know."
"Right now, that's exactly what I have . . . some kind of claim on her. I'm the one who's supposed to be fucking her."
"Hey," Vinnie yelled from the driver's seat, "suppose we stop all that bitching back there. I gotta concentrate on the road."
"I figure we should at least wait until we get to where we're going," Gino insisted, frowning tersely at the angrily poised figure of Sal Vito.
"Fine," Sal told him. "You wait. I'm tired of waiting," he grunted, and kneeled over the helplessly splayed out body of the young woman. "I'm getting into her cunt, now."
Sal's eyes ran with mounting excitement over the youthful loveliness of the trembling woman's nakedly shivering body as it lay helplessly stretched out before him in a pitiful pose of helpless submission. God! It had been such a long time since he'd fucked something this delectable. Hell! He'd had his share of young quiff, but this wasn't ordinary twat. This was a really special cunt, attached to a real lady, and not some dumb tramp. This was a young, pure, helpless little pussy. Small beads of perspiration broke out all over his upper lip, and his hand trembled as he once again reached out and touched the narrowness of Phyllis's waist. He waited a moment, then reached out with his other hand, and then he slowly, carefully began peeling down the flimsy nylon material, revealing in all their majestic glory the swollen mounds of her buttocks, gradually exposing her smoothly resilient young flesh. Then, in an abrupt gesture of impatient nervousness, he tugged the panties below her knees, watching as her rounded white spheres jostled firmly and nakedly before his hungering eyes.
Phyllis shuddered in complete and total shame as well as abject embarrassment, feeling the last little bit of her protective clothing dangling uselessly around her trim ankles. Then she heard the rasping sound of an opening zipper behind her, and she began groaning in horror, the sounds coming from the depths of her inner self. She felt the sudden, lengthly heated bluntness of the man's throbbingly hardened penis fall free against the lower part of her upper leg. Tiny drops of colorless lubrication had already started seeping from the pulsating, expanding and contracting glans, and Phyllis shuddered in disgust and revulsion, feeling the fluid smear stickily across the underside of her nakedly exposed thigh.
Oh God! It was going to happen now! He was going to ravish her, sinking the wickedly cruel instrument all the way into her, tearing her helpless hymen into a million different pieces of tissue and spotted blood. Tears continued flooding her eyes and running down her cheeks. Then, it happened, making her feel more terrible shame than before. Humiliation coursed over her entire body as the probing finger pressed solidly against the small vertical opening of her sparsely bearded young vagina.
"Ohhhhhh . . . huuuuhhhhhh . . . n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ..." Phyllis begged as the finger slipped part of the way into her.
"Holy shit!" Sal exclaimed. "She's cherry." His voice fell to a soft, almost gentle whisper as he looked at Gino and said, "Who'd have believed it in this day and age. Not that she's an old fart or anything like that. But can you imagine a cunt this age being a virgin?"
Phyllis's entire body twitched and jerked insanely in a maddening attempt to once again wrench herself away from her captors as Sal's licentiously searching finger pushed harder, making her tender belly grind frantically against the metal floor of the van. Her firmly rounded resilient asscheeks clenched tightly together.
"Oh yeah, this cunt is a pure virgin, all right,'-' Sal went on. "I tell you, I can feel that cherry," he gasped, struggling to keep the length of his finger pressed halfway into her as her vaginal walls tried to push him out, unused to having anything invade it. Sal kept trying to worm his finger a little deeper, but her hymeneal membrane continually resisted, preventing deeper penetration. Sal threw his head back, laughing as he said, "This will have to be handled by a true artist."
"Hey," Gino cried out. "I'll do it. I'll cop her cherry," he shouted, and excitedly crawled over the girl's naked back letting her head thump against the metal floor. He heaved himself against Sal, throwing the dark-haired man off-balance. Sal fell backward, his finger pulling out of Phyllis's tight vaginal interior. The force of Gino's weight sent him to the other side of the van's interior, his hands flailing out to help him regain his balance. Now Gino had complete access to the warmly open juncture of the young woman's buttocks. In a single swift movement, he gripped one of her frighteningly trembling asscheeks in one of his tight fists, and in the next instant was probing with his other hand into the softly lined labia of her inner pink crevice. Phyllis moaned and jerked forward, but there was simply no escape from the cruelly digging fingers that were jamming against the thickly puffy edges of her swollen vaginal lips. He rampantly tugged their softness apart, pushing between them, shoving up inside her tight cuntal opening. His fully extended hand covered the entire length of her dry, narrow vaginal opening. He was already working a middle finger violently against the entrance. Slowly, little by little, he began worming his finger into her, letting it take the place Sal's finger had only recently vacated. He tried pushing it farther in, but the girl writhed and the finger popped out. This time he squeezed her buttock even more tightly, determined to hold her in place as he once again greedily sought the tiny hole between her hot cuntal lips.
At last, he found his goal again and began pushing his middle finger in the tightly smooth groove of flesh, parting her trembling vaginal lips. He pushed the finger deeper and deeper, feeling her hymen.
"Yeah," he said to Sal, "you're right. She is cherry. But I'll take care of that, right now."
"My God, no!" Phyllis yelled. "Don't... for God's sake, don't."
"Bye, bye cherry," Gino rasped, and shoved his finger forward.
"AAAAAYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH. . .OHHHHHHHH . . . UHHHHH . . . GODDDDDDD . . . N-O-O-O-O-O--0-O-YYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH... NO MORE. .. NO MORE... AAAAAIIIIIGGGGGHHHHH . . ." Her voice was a hollow shriek that rang through the entire van as she squealed like the proverbial stuck pig. Her legs kicked out futilely behind her, wildly moving in an attempt to shove Gino away and find an avenue of escape. Her attempt to escape the impalement on the finger was to no avail as she found herself being stuck farther and farther on the damaging digit. Each passing moment worsened her position as she continued gutturally screeching in agonized torment. The shrieks were louder and louder, tumbling piteously from deep in her throat. And when his second finger joined his first, widening the breach, the agony was beyond belief. Her battered vaginal flesh struggled, but the fingers continued sinking deeper and deeper. To Phyllis, it was as if a heated poker had been unceremoniously jammed into the tightness of her narrowly inflamed virginal tunnel, and now it was searing its way through the rest of her body, seeking her way through the rest of her body, seeking her soul. Sal, who was behind Gino, had regained his balance. He was gripping the man's wrist, doing his best to tug the fingers out of Phyllis's bleeding cunt. But Gino had curved his fingers in the woman's pussy, and it was like trying to pull out barbed fish hooks. He held his hand inside her like a lustfully insane madman. His fingers moved around and around in the woman's agonizingly expanding inner channel while Phyllis squirmed and wriggled, jerking her helplessly impaled buttocks around in madly insane desperation as Gino continuted the derpaved attack between the pillars of her two white, pink-stained triighs. It was as if his insanely thrusting fingers were cutting in to her like knives, slicing her tender inner flesh, making her brain reel and spin with mad confusion.
Gino felt parts of her hymeneal membrane still clinging to her, and he literally ripped and pulled the pieces of human tissue from inside her. The pain was so intense, Phyllis blacked out for a moment, swooning into a dazed stupor, temporarily not conscious of anything other than the fiery pain flaring between her legs. The virginity she had sworn to guard forever was gone. In a single, terror-filled minute, it had been brutally and anguishedly torn away. Phyllis fell limply against the floor of the van, slowly starting to revive moments later. It was the voices that brought her around. The commotion between Sal and Gino, as they struggled over who was to have her, caused her brain to return to consciousness. Slowly, very slowly, she felt the clawlike fingers withdraw from her agonized and tormentedly stretched tunnel as Sal grabbed Gino by his greasy, light brown hair and threw him violently across her panting body to the far end of the van.
And that was it!
Gino moaned, feeling pain, himself as his head slammed against the metal door. He cringed away from the man, ready to jump out if necessary when he saw Sal crawling toward him with murder in his eyes.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Vinnie called back to the two of them. "You two keep this up and we'll all end up in an accident. When I get nervous, I can't drive."
"You lousy, rotten son of a bitch," Sal snarled at Gino. "I oughtta kill you right now. You had no right doing something like that, causing her so much pain without a good reason for it."
"Shit!" Gino barked back. "I got more right to her than you. It's been a lot longer since I had a broad than you," he snarled, waving his bloody fingers at Sal.
"Well you ain't gettin' into this one, and that's a factj" Sal snarled. "At least, you ain't gettin' into her now. Maybe later, when we're at the place ... but right now you keep your hands off. This cunt belongs to me."
Gino sank into the corner where he was now sitting. He turned his head and stared fixedly out the windows at the rear of the truck. A deathly silence sank over everyone in the van for a moment, broken only by the softly piteous sounds of the woman's continual crying and sniffling. In front, Vinnie puffed nervously on a cigarette, occasionally clearing his throat. Sal glanced around inside the van, then crawled back to the girl, kneeling over her prone form.
Phyllis's mind reeled with terror and confusion as, once again, she felt hands tugging her thighs apart. She knew it was Sal, not only by his touch, but by his heavy breathing. Then his hand gently moved in to caress the fmger-ravaged mound of her trembling vagina, and Phyllis moaned a long, loud, soul-searching moan.
Sal's nostrils quivered and flared with patently obvious desire as he once again concentrated on the delightfully lewd task awaiting him. Phyllis's hair hung down on either side of her face, hiding it from Sal's view. Her shoulders gleamed in the yellow light of the van.
"Now you just stay cool," Sal told the young woman. "Almost all the pain is gone, and I think you'll dig everything else that's going to happen to you. I know I sure as hell am going to love it." He was laughing salaciously, whispering just near her ear, once more putting his hands on her hips, opening his palms and gently tugging the firm white mounds carefully apart. He anxiously kneaded them, telling her, "You just relax, baby, and you oughtta enjoy the whole thing."
"Oh God!" Phyllis whimpered. "No more, for the love of heaven, no more." And she sobbed with renewed humiliation at the obscene sound in his voice. She felt the cloud of smoke still in the van drift over her nakedness, tainting her flesh with its stench, and her mind reeled with terror and fright at the humiliation she had already undergone, in addition to the worse degradation that was about to take place.
"Oh dear God . . . don't do it. . . please . . ." she begged, feeling Sal's finger make contact with the fearfully cringing, almost curling lips of her vagina, slowly spreading them wide apart again, teasing the fleshy fur-framed labia of her blood-moist furrow.
"Uuuunnnnhhhhhh! she gasped.
Her body jerked forward as his middle finger slowly moved out, its softly flicking tip circling the trembling, quivering edges of her labia moving through the folds before touching the trembling clitoris. His finger continued its maddening tickling against the straining bud of her sexual nerve center, making her groan heavily, gutturally from deep down in her throat. His finger began working its way down the length of the narrow slit to the tightly, elastically narrow rim of her naked cunt.
"N-o-o-o-o-o-o .. . not againnnnn . . ." the young woman pleaded and begged as Sal's finger moved from the ragged edges of her inner lips right down to the tight little hole in her squirming vaginal center. "Please . . . for the love of God ... don't do this to me. Let me go."
"Hold her," Sal grunted to Gino who sullenly came over and did as he was ordered. Then Sal slowly pushed his middle finger deep down into her gooey cuntal tunnel, bringing a low, guttural sigh from the girl whose softly warm thighs closed reflexively around either side of his moving hand. He enjoyed the sensation of her sodden vaginal flesh tightly slipping around his moving finger as the walls of her breached vaginal funnel opened and closed consistently with a continuing desperate little clenching movement. Her interior gripped his finger with such power, it felt as if the soft, hair-lined little mouth would tug the digit off his hand.
"Her cunt's starting to loosen," Sal told the others as Phyllis's juices finally started flowing. "I can feel the walls starting to loosen up, as well."
"Go slow," Vihnie warned. "When we get where we're headed Gino and I want a piece of the action, as well. Don't use her all up, now."
"She's really tight," Sal muttered, moving his working finger in continually widening circles as he thrust it deeper and deeper into her shuddering body. "But she's getting wet, all right."
Phyllis sobbed with terrified shame, feeling more defiled and humiliated with each passing moment as she felt her body suddenly respond to what the finger was doing. Her own physical self seemed willing to betray her. The tightly narrow virginal passageway was very slowly enlarging, getting wetter and wetter because of the maddening pressure of the rapist's burrowing finger. She felt a strange, sad regret as the pain slowly but surely began diminishing, knowing the end of pain would mean the final humiliation; where her body would be forced to contain the masculine appendage of the man known as Sal. She writhed as the probing finger moved faster now, sliding through her vaginal tunnel.
"No more blood," Sal was saying. "Her juices finally washed it all outta her."
The finger continued moving, wiping away the final faint traces of her hymeneal membrane as the final ravishment of her body was about to begin. This vile criminal, this thief was going to rob her body of every last vestige of dignity. She wanted to scream,- but the only sound that came out of her was a pitiful whimper, and she was certain they had never even heard it. If only she had not been so adamant about protecting her virginity in the first place. If only she had given it to some boy she had liked. It would have been more significant to lose it that way than to have it torn from her by these vile, disgusting, despicable people. God! How many times had different men who had dated her over a period of time tried to make advances to her, only to have her rebuff them. Now, in the face of what was about to happen, her objections to the advances those men had made seemed ridiculous. Little had she known the true meaning of the word immorality. But gradually she stopped thinking about the past. Everything was swept away by the continuing vileness of the one called Sal who was fondling her most intimate parts.
She gasped as his finger slowly slipped out of the inner part of her, making a wet, sucking sound, and she felt Sal slowly adjusting himself behind her,, slowly massaging his heavy cock, jerking the outer layer of loose skin back and forth, causing the collar of foreskin to hide the penile head on each forward stroke. It tugged away on each backstroke, revealing the rich almost-cherry redness of his glans as, on his knees, he advanced between the thighs of the -face-down woman who now lay totally and completely at his mercy.
Phyllis lay there, certain of her fate, dreading it, and she jumped when the hugeness of the man's fleshy solidity lay against the full length of her wide-open slit. The jerking head of his lust-swollen penis rested pulsingly between her widespread thighs, insinuating itself up and down, up and down, maddeningly teasing and tantalizing her, making her writhe her limbs in an attempt to escape the feel of it. She cringed, forcing her body more solidly against the floor of the van, her eyes wide with horrified terror as Sal guided his throbbing cock down through the softly yielding crevice of her tightened asscheeks, not allowing it to lose contact with her flesh. The penis poised itself against her vaginal lips, throbbing and set to go, and then it slowly began moving forward, parting the moisture-covered drapes of her labia.
"Hey," Sal said to Gino. "Hold her steady. I'm gonna fuck her, now."
Gino had been staring, his mouth hanging wide open, his tongue falling out as he gazed with licentious curiosity at all that was taking place. He had Phyllis tightly by the shoulders, once again pressing her face into his own crotch, feeling the thrilling pressure of her cheek against the cock he had inside his pants. Christ! If Sal had allowed, he'd have opened his pants and foced the dumb broad to suck his cock. Hey yeah, there was an idea. When they got to the place, he was going to make this chick give him head, and lots of it.
"Here goes one fat cock into one narrow pussy," Sal gasped.
Phyllis felt the tender lips around her defenselessly pulsating vagina slowly open wider as the hard cock pressed forward. The elastic rim of tightness making up her vaginal sphincter clenched itself in vain, trying to keep her lips together. She did her best to resist the hard pressure, and a long, low groan came screaming from her hoarse throat as she felt the harsh pain start invading her body.
"Oh no! she gasped. "No, no, no, no, no, n-o-o-o-o-o-o . . ." she shrieked.
Sal shoved again ... a louder squeal ... and the tightness of her narrow vaginal opening resisted for exactly one more moment. And then it surrendered to the mammoth thickness of solidly erect flesh boring directly into it. Phyllis's legs, like those of a frog, jerked out wide on either side of Sal's body, and one of them hit the side wall of the van, while the other kicked futilely in the air.
" Y a aa aaggggghhhhh .- . . ohhhhh Goddddddd . . ." the girl screamed, her obscenely skewered body pinned writhingly below that of the man working his cock into her. The shock to the interior of her body had instantly brought her back to total consciousness. The agonized woman squirmed and tried rolling her helplessly pinned buttocks, moving like a butterfly with a needle driven through it, but Gino's outstretched arms pinned her shoulders firmly against his thighs.
"Ohhhhhhh Jeee-eee-eee-susssss H. Chrissssst!" Sal gasped, his voice throatily hoarse above her as he shoved his hips forward slightly, again. And suddenly he was able to stand it no more. He had to have the entire length of his throbbing cock buried to the depths in this agonized female. He rammed forward with all his strength, sinking the licentiously bloated cock all the way into the narrow tightness of her crushing vaginal depths, ramming until he was in to the very root. Phyllis felt as if her body was being torn right down the middle, and that she was being skewered right up to her beating heart. The mightly length of masculine thickness pushed, shoved, rammed and slomed, embedding itself so far into her, it was almost a part of her own body, filling and clogging her interior. The fiery, plunging rod was so far inside her, Phyllis thought it would shortly be coming out her throat as the gigantic, blood-bloated head pressed and rubbed against her cervix while sliding past it to the deepest part of her inner vagina, the huge dome burrowing itself ever farther, moving deeper into the heat of her taut belly. Sal's face was lined and contorted with the effort he was putting forth in that first vicious stab, and his lips curled back from his grinding teeth when he finally felt his slapping balls thwack solidly against the nodule of her hardened, extended clitoris. Phyllis jammed her pelvis against the floor, doing her best to escape the pain, but it was to no avail. The wicked impalement was complete, and she was helplessly shish-kebabed. Her virginity was gone for good.
Gasping for air, Phyllis began writhing under Sal, whimpering as she felt the heatedly searing agony caused by the suddenness of his blunted entry. The throbbing pole tore cruelly at the walls of her vagina, almost ripping the membranes. She flexed the muscles in her groin tightly together to attempt the prevention of more pain caused by the swollenly invading cudgel of muscle. But the pulsations of her straining sinews merely incited the cock inside her to rummage more heartily, and it ploughed its way ever deeper into her vainly resisting vagina. The heatedly wet walls of her tightly clasping feminine passage sucked hotly and firmly around the thrusting penile intruder, and Phyllis's flowing juices were like melted butter in a tight fist as they slurped around the obtruding length of masculine organ. The woman felt every muscular ridge as her inner nerve-ends transmitted its monstrous length and breadth in minute detail to her anguished brain.
"Ohhhhhhh Godddddd!" she gasped, holding her breath as the length of buried phallus expanded itself even more, stretching and widening the smooth, wet walls of her vaginal interior that much more.
He flexed again, and the woman went limp, feeling the massive prod slowly starting to withdraw ... at last. But just when she was certain it was going to be removed, it merely paused, then plunged right in again, beginning a slow, continual rhythmic motion. Phyllis felt Sal's flat hips rotating from one side to the other against the softly swaying mounds of her upthrust buttocks. His penis continued to forcefully stretch Phyllis's vagina ever wider with a rhythmic beating. There was no way to stop the man. There was nothing she was able to do to prevent the rape. She had to accept this or go insane. A more mature, more intelligent mind might well have snapped. It was Phyllis's lack of emotional maturity that saved her. And so she lay motionless beneath him, her eyes clamped tightly shut, her sounds becoming nothing but incoherent murmurings against the continually brutal attack.
She whimpered again when his hands worked their way under her flat belly, fanning out widely over the taut flesh and then tugging and pulling her unresisting buttocks up tighter against his continually rotating thrusts. It hurt, damn it! Thin rivulets of perspiration rolled down the man's musculariy rippling belly, falling onto the small of her back, as well as dripping into the crevice between her buttocks.
"Oh yeah," Gino gasped. "Oh yeah, yeah, fuck her harder," the demented man chanted in time to the hard, rhythmic thrusts. He was barely able to contain his glee while he watched the girl's helplessly flattening buttocks move back and forth along the length of Sal's steel-solid pistoning pipe of muscular flesh. He stared with his tongue hanging out, watching the rigid cock's slow withdrawal from between her tautly pulling cuntlips. The throbbing cock tugged the pouting ridges of puffy, wetly glistening vaginal labia all the way out, exposing the rich inner pinkness as he seemingly screwed her tender pubis down into the floor of the van. And then there was the re-entry, pushing the tenderly soft folds back into her, causing the inner and outer lips to fold in on themselves as the moistly shiny length of his penis was swallowed up, sucked back into the salaciously ravished opening.
Only his fear of Sal's vicious temper and strong right fist kept Gino from opening his fly and pushing his cock into the helpless woman's mouth. His turn would come. He didn't like the idea of having to be patient, but he had no choice. Sooner or later he'd have this snotty bitch pinned and helpless, writhing like a helpless moth while his throbbing prick selected any of three orifices in which to bury itself. Cunts like these needed to be taught who was boss. So fucking spoiled, so goddamn snooty, and so know-nothing when it came right down to fucking, this chick was everything Gino enjoyed pumping, because he liked to hurt and humiliate, intending to subjugate her completely to his perverted will. Hell! Sal wasn't the only one with a cock. And Gino was determined he was going to get his turn at this proud cunt, and when he did, he'd work her over real good.
Vinnie continued sporadically looking in the rearview mirror, finding it harder and harder to concentrate on his driving. But he knew there was no chance for him to get to the broad at the moment, and so he ground his teeth together and did his best to ignore the aching pressure of his erection against the tightness of his pants.
Phyllis's mind fell into that dim haze between consciousness and unconsciousness as she felt the man behind her change his position a little, slamming brutal strokes even more solidly into her, sinking deeper and deeper, the massive head sliding" through the sucking depths of her slimily coated tunnel, continually massaging her cervical opening each time it went by. His heavily dangling balls continued slapping against the tissues of her opened vaginal lips, massaging her clitoris.
The pain slowly faded with each stroke, and now a rush of warming sensation was charging into her, filling up her ravaged interior with sensations the like of which she had never known to exist. The fire inside her was no longer one of anguished pain, but rather it was tormenting lust. She was feeling sensations she had never known before. These were feelings of thrilling delight deep down inside her body, and Phyllis was unable to believe these tingling thrills were coming from inside herself. Slowly, she gathered her knees under her, and she lifted her buttocks higher, making it easier for Sal to pump into her. It also gave her the leverage to fuck back, and incredibly, she found herself responding to the movements of the throbbing cock inside her.
"Hey, Sal," Gino yelled out. "She likes it. Look at that. She's moving right along with you. She's getting the feel of it. Keep going, Sal. Keep fucking her."
And Sal continued pounding the heavy length of his throbbing lance into her. He fucked all the more strongly, feeling the way her vaginal tissues clung to him like leeching mouths, sucking on his moving cock, building the thrilling tension that much higher in him. And at the same time he sensed she was feeling the enjoyment, as well.
Phyllis was unable to help herself. She wanted to stop the movement of her body, but she had lost all control, and she humped back each time Sal thrust forward. Thrills were going off in her belly like sparklers on the Fourth of July. She moved and pumped and slammed and churned, feeling the sensations enlarge even more. Something new was going to happen in her. She didn't quite know what it was, but that something new felt like it would blow a hole right through her skull. Charges of tonguing flame licked at her, making her squeal, and the squeals were definitely not ones of anguish. Lust was building passion higher and higher in her wriggling body.
"How's it going, Sal?" Vinnie called from the driver's seat.
"I'm .. . uhhhh . . . gonna come any moment," Sal gasped.
The sound of the man's voice made the terrorized Phyylis tremble with renewed fear. He was going to come. He was going to shoot his seed into her unprotected vagina. He was going to impregnate her. She would have a seed growing inside her, and if it wasn't removed in time, she might die, going through the hell her mother went through to give birth to her. Even so, she continued gasping with delight, though the sounds were mixed with whimpers of fear. At one point she broke out into a torrent of wildly helpless sobbing at the thought of his seed-filled sperm shooting into her delicate womb. Oh great God! He was going to fire into her and fill her with his heated, sticky lust.He was going to impregnate her, and the mere idea of going through her mother's agony almost tore the feelings of licentious love from her inner physical self. But the pounding cock was too strong in its pressure, demanding to be felt, and her tissues felt it. There was no way to stop the man's ejaculation, filling her with the final shame of all this... so her body decided to take over from her mind, intent on enjoying it since it was definitely coming.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Sal was gasping. "Keep moving that pretty ass of yours. Hump it back, hump it back . . . fuck, you wonderful bitch," he gasped, pounding into her again and again, unendingly thrusting his bloodfilled staff ever farther into her helplessly screaming belly, now using long, hard, almost cruel stabs. "Keep that lovely ass in the air."
Sal felt the heatedly white sperm building higher in his roiling testicles as they swelled inside the sac of wrinkled skin that was tightening, drawing them up into his groin. The scrotum still felt the tickling sensation of her curling pussy hairs as it rubbed against her open cuntlips. He was all ready to explode. Falling on top of her, he burned his lips into the nape of her neck as he sank his throbbing cock to the limit into her flooded vaginal temple. His hands pushed beneath her fallen body, grabbing the flattened protuberances of her breasts, pulling on her nipples. He rammed his cock into her frothing cunt again and again, and Phyllis felt sensation build higher and higher until she was no longer in control of herself. She sensed her own orgasm was timed to his, and knew the moment she felt that wonderful cresting her mother had never told her about, Sal would be shooting his white sperm into her belly, filling her with the babymaking tadpoles.
Phyllis's youthfully round buttocks ground frantically against the man's lower belly, and Sal, no longer able to control himself, screamed, "OHHHHHHHH . . . YYYYYYEE-EEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH . . ." as the red tip of his throbbing rod sank as far into her as possible, then swelled as it spurted out its heatedly white fluid like burning fire. Phyllis's asscheeks slammed against him, equalling the force he was applying against her. She writhed, feeling the heated seed squirt into her tight cunt. It jetted into her flooding interior, coating all her inner walls, making it even easier for the pumping cock to continue pumping into her. She was terrified, knowing the flood filling her feminine cavern might be the beginning of a new life; a life which, if permitted to reach full maturity within her body, might cause her death. And yet she continued squirming, writhing, pounding her buttocks up to meet his hard downthrusts because her own pinnacle was milliseconds away. No matter what the consequences, her body had to feel that overpowering orgasm.
And now she felt what a climax was really like.
The flowering of sensation broadened within her, enlarging, building, swelling, growing until the inner thrill seemingly smashed into her.
"EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH.,. AAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH . . ." she screamed, and her body slammed up again and again in time to the bursts of rapture exploding within her.
And then all was quiet with Sal still lying on top of her. The heavy penis in her body shriveled and shrank until it fell out of her, and that was when she felt rivers of fluid dropping from her vagina to the floor of the van.
Eventually Sal rose and zipped up his fly, and she was permitted to cover her body with what was left of her clothing. She sat by herself with her back against the rear of the passenger seat as the van continued on. There was pain between her thighs, but there had been ecstasy there, too. She was terribly confused, but she was still ashamed, having been so violently humiliated.
Chapter Three
The house was small, isolated, with no working telephone, though the electricity was on. It was one of many summer homes in what was obviously a desolate district. Upper-middle-class people owned these homes and came to them in July and August. It was June, now, which was why this, and the homes she saw in the distance, were empty. The owners of the homes didn't bother cutting off the electricity, since they were only charged for what they used. During the months they weren't using the homes, they weren't charged anything for electricity, though it was obvious some poor sucker was going to be charged for the electricity Sal Vito and the two Ballardo brothers used.
It was a nice ranch house, surrounded by high hedges which prevented lights from being seen by passing cars. It had a basement, but there was no door leading out of the house from the basement, so the three men felt very confident leaving Phyllis free to roam down there. Though the main kitchen was upstairs, there was a small kitchen downstairs, as well, and Sal eventually brought in bags of groceries, telling her to cook for the four of them. Before being shoved into the basement, Phyllis had found some summer clothing belonging either to the wife or the daughter of the house's owner, and she had taken the clothing to the basement with her. There, she had dressed after taking a long soak in a hot tub she had found in a bathroom in the basement. She hoped and prayed the water flowing through her was enough to kill the sperm wandering in her before they fertilized any eggs.
She made a lunch of ham and cheese sandwiches, putting everything on the pingpong table. The three men wolved the food down, drinking cold beer Sal had brought, with it. "I'm tired," Gino murmured, afterward. "Yeah," Vinnie, the one with the crooked nose, nodded. "Gino always gets some sleep after a good meal."
"Sounds like a good idea," Sal nodded. "Gino and I will sack out in two of the bedrooms upstairs," He told Vinnie. "You stay down here with her and make sure she doesn't get any cute ideas about getting away. Remember, we have to stay here until the heat dies down. I figure that'll take the better part of two weeks. Then we'll be able to split the loot and go our separate ways."
"What about her?" Vinnie asked, pointing to Phyllis.
"What about her?" Sal reiterated. "The only way for her to leave here is to walk, and she's a good two days walk away from any people. I figure by the time she's found, we'll be so far away no one'll ever be able to trace us."
"Yeah, but she knows our names," Vinnie pointed out.
"Big fucking deal," Sal shrugged. "We can always change our names. Hell! You're gonna use part of your money to get a nose job, anyway, so even if she gives a description of you to the cops, you'll look different."
"True," Vinnie nodded. "Besides, it'd be a pure waste to kill something like her."
"Kill? You're starting to think like Gino. It's one thing to take money from a bank that has a lot of it, but I don't hold with killing . . . not ever. Shit! Would you rob some poor slob who's hardly able to make enough money to feed his family?"
"That'd be dumb," Vinnie replied. "If you steal, you steal big."
"So then what's the percentage in killing the woman?" Sal asked. "Only a total shmuck kills."
"You're right," Vinnie nodded.
"So when we drive outta here, we just leave her. She can stay here until the owners show up in July, or she can start walking. Either way, we'll be long gone by the time she's found."
Sal left, going upstairs. Phyllis was alone with Vinnie. He was consciously aware of her as she was of him. It was obvious to Phyllis that he wanted to start something physical with her, but he didn't quite know how to go about it. Vinnie was not the forceful person Sal was, nor was he sick, like his brother, Gino.
"Want a beer?" he asked, going to the small downstairs refrigerator and taking one can for himself.
"No thanks," she replied, sitting in a small rocker near the ping pong table.
Vinnie walked over and leaned against the table, sucking at the beer can as he said, "Hey, you took one helluva long bath when we got here. How come? You think we're dirty or something?"
"No," she replied, a quiver in her voice. "I just don't want to become pregnant."
"Yeah," he nodded. "Makes sense. Geez, but you smell good, now. They had some good kind of soap, huh." And he stood up, walked over to her and touched her bare shoulder with a forefinger. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder pink blouse with an equally pink skirt. She hadn't bothered putting on a brassiere or panties, knowing they would only be ripped off her, anyway.
"Maybe I'd better go into the bathroom and leave you alone," she said to him, terrified as he finished the beer and put the empty can down on the ping pong table.
"Don't do that," Vinnie pleaded, then, realizing he was supposed to be the master of the situation, gained control of himself. But his voice had already raised the hackles on the back of Phyllis's neck. She looked into his eyes and saw a hungry emptiness there. He wanted her, all right, making her feel embarrassed and ashamed. She had to find a way to keep him away from her. It simply wasn't right to allow the man to touch her.
"Look, Vinnie," she said softly, "I mean, that is your name, right."
"Yeah," he nodded. "I'm Vinnie. Hey, what's your name?"
"I'm Phyllis," her voice replied with a quaver in it. "Look, Vinnie, have a heart. Don't do this to me. I mean, I know what you're thinking. Please, for the love of God, don't do .. . it."
"Hey, come on," Vinnie snorted, laughing a little, trying to break the tension between them. "Stop acting like it's so awful or something. Geez, I mean, it ain't as if I'm so bad at it. I'll make it good for you ... I promise."
Vinnie reached out and let his open hand rest on the back of Phyllis's neck. He didn't grab her, but his fingers did close a little, and he was holding her, firmly. Phyllis felt the pulse in her throat start throbbing under the gentle pressure of Vinnie's thumb, and a sense of heated anxiety welled up in her. Though she knew it was wrong, her body wanted more of what Sal had done to her. In spite of the pain, in spite of the fear, in spite of the anguish and terror she had undergone, her physical self wanted to feel more orgasms. Even though she felt nothing emotionally for this man, the idea of doing with him what she had been forced to do with Sal aroused her. She wanted to be fucked. Oh God! This was something shameful and she had to fight it. It was wrong, absolutely wrong, and now she had to resist all the more resolutely because her body was screaming for it. She had to prove to herself that her mind controlled the rest of her. She was not a slave to her body. But Vinnie continued caressing the nape of her neck.
"You're as perverted as Sal," she told him. "You won't leave me alone, will you."
"Heck, in a way I'm worse than Sal," Vinnie replied. "You see, I won't make you turn your back when I do something. I'll make you watch. Worse, because you watch, you just might come to like it. Wouldn't that be awful? So if I'm perverted, I'm gonna perform a perverted act with you, and maybe you'll learn to love perversion."
"Vinnie, no!" she insisted, feeling the heat of his breath as he leaned down, bringing his lips close to hers, as if hinting he wanted her to kiss him.
"Geez," he gasped, "I wanna fuck you something awful."
"No, Vinnie," she insisted. "No, don't do it. Please, for the love of God, leave me some self-respect."
His grip tightened a little on the back of her neck, and he all but forced her to stand as his mouth pressed against hers. His kiss was soft as his other arm worked its way around her, drawing her body to his. The man's tongue began probing into her mouth. He was kissing her, actually trying to make love" to her rather than simply fuck directly into her taut body. His tongue was a bit heavy as it tried flickering into her mouth, but Phyllis, afraid, parted her lips and allowed his tongue entry, determined she would not respond, inwardly. The thick lingual organ pushed into the cave of her mouth and washed its way around, meeting no resistance.
Phyllis did her best to shut her mind to all that was happening, especially when Vinnie began undoing her clothing. She tried fighting his hands, but he slapped her fingers away as he peeled her blouse off, then unzipped her skirt and made her step out of it. Now she was sorry she hadn't worn panties, though the only panties around were the soiled ones left in the back of the van. Gino had used them to blow his nose, and she hadn't felt like going near them, afterward. And there had been no feminine underwear at all in the house.
"You're going to rape me," she gasped, pulling her face from his. I know it. You're going to rape me."
"To rape you means I have to shove my cock into your cunt," Vinnie snapped, angrily. "Well, I ain't gonna do that. I got something else in mind."
Phyllis tried closing her mind to him. No matter what he said, she knew he was going to use her body. This time there was no other man to hold her down. She would resist a little better, but she knew Vinnie was much stronger than she. Eventually he would win. Not that she wanted him to win. Oh it was true her inner body was secretly longing for additional orgasms, but her brain, which controlled her every movement, wanted nothing to do with this. She'd make him work, by heaven, and even then, if there was the slightest possibility of her preventing him from raping her, she'd take it.
Despite her resistance, Vinnie was determined. Hell! He was just as good as Sal, if not better. If Gino was the one attacking her, he'd be able to understand why she was fighting. Gino had no regard for anyone other than himself, and was a complete animal. But geez, what he had in mind would really make her feel good.
He clamped his mouth tightly against hers, his hand on her neck gripping her, tightly. Phyllis felt his powerful, manly grip, strong, yet careful, as if not wanting to add to her bruises, and it made her wonder about Vinnie. His tongue was once again wandering through her mouth, eagerly anxious and aflame with desire, trying to seek out her vital oral erogenous zones. His lips were pressing hard, bruising her own lips, but bruising them in a heatedly delightful way her body had never known before. No! No, she must not allow herself to surrender to him.
Phyllis prevented her own tongue from responding, but sensed Vinnie trembling with anticipation. She realized he was allowing his anxiety to build inside him, feeling it mount very swiftly, and for the first time she understood that a person was able to convince himself to believe anything he or she really wanted to believe. Vinnie wanted to believe that she liked him, and even though she was fighting and resisting him, it appeared he sincerely believed it.
Tugging his mouth from hers, Vinnie gasped, "God! Your mouth tastes like sweet honeysuckle."
Phyllis felt her nipples, twin buttons of lust, starting to grow, swelling, extending, enlarging so they were able to rub against Vinnie. There was no doubt but that he sensed the presence of her breasts, because the hand holding her nape let go and slowly slid around to the front of her, easing slowly until it filled itself with the delicious roundness of one of her breasts. He palmed it, weighing it like some ripening honeydew, and then his fingers began caressing the nipples, tweaking them, making the unwanted passion start to boil in her aroused belly, even though her brain still refused to accept it. She pushed, trying to shove him away, but he held her close as he continued massaging her nipples, causing the passion to mount inside her. His other hand now slid down the length of her supple back until it reached the full mound of her twin buttocks. He began pressing a thigh against her tender pelvis, and the pressure made her shudder as she recalled the agony she had gone through when Sal Vito had rammed his penis into her. She had no wish to go through the same horror again. As it was, she felt his stiffened cock pressing against her body, through his pants, and she was terrified by her memory of what the previous one had done to her.
Phyllis did her utmost to try pulling away again. She mumbled all kinds of obscure sounds into Vinnie's kissing mouth, doing her best to fight him off. She didn't care to go through another hell so soon. He was a male, all males had penises, and all males had the same urges. There was no question but that she had to fend him off; or else she'd go through another session of pulsating pain, and she didn't want it, even if it did lead to feeling nice things, afterward. Those nice things were immoral and wrong.
Moisture was seeping from her tightly clenched cuntlips, running down the insides of her thighs, wetting his pantleg. Her nipples were getting harder and longer ... especially the one his fingers continued to tease. Heat flared through the rubbery cheeks of her buttocks where his hand was squeezing and pressing. She had to make Vinnie stop, and she had to do it, now. God! She had to get away from these three madmen. They were treating her like a common trollop, a tramp who was a slave to the sensations of her body. All that had happened was bad enough, already causing her to lose her self-respect. If she were to regain it, she had to learn to control the inner feelings rampantly running through her. She had to bring everything under control as her mother had often told her. If one didn't master one's emotions, one became a slave to them.
"Oh Vinnie, please," she begged, "don't do this," and she tried pulling away.
Vinnie's hold on her loosened for an instant and Phyllis slipped out of his grasp. She ran across the small room, but the only place other than the bathroom where she might go was the boiler room. She realized there simply was no place for her to hide. And even if she did manage to temporarily elude Vinnie, would she be able to keep herself under control? That was the singularly most important thing.
Vinnie was much faster than she, and though her initial movement surprised him, long before she was able to reach the bathroom door he had overtaken her. She felt lost.
An arm reached out and gripped her slender wrist, and she abruptly felt herself being flung back into the basement playroom. The force of his pulling took her completely by surprise. Vinnie had been rougher than he had wanted to be, and Phyllis felt herself all but running across the room before she slammed into the rocker, fell over it, and tumbled to the floor. She pulled herself up and leaned against the ping pong table. She was panting and frightened, not expecting such violence from Vinnie. And then he was beside her, pulling her against him, his body all but crushing hers as he pinned her solidly against the sharp edge of the table. He used his hands to fasten her wrists behind her, bending her over and pressing his heated lips to her throat. Oh God! She didn't know why, but his kiss did feel good. Her breasts were bobbling because of the heavy way she was breathing. God! They looked like moored buoys in a typhoon. She was frightened because the lustful sensations were trying to creep back into her trembling body. Looking up, she stared into his eyes and saw a wildness in them that hadn't been there before.
"I gotta fuck you," he told her in a low whisper. "I just gotta fuck you. I mean, put yourself in my place. I got you, a gorgeous broad, right here, and I can do anything I want to you. I mean, I'd kick my ass for the next ten years if I let this chance go by. Shit! You're something special, really special. I know Sal was kind of rough on you, but I swear I won't hurt you. I won't hurt you a little bit. God! You're gorgeous. I just gotta fuck you, can't you see that? I don't wanna rape you. I mean, I'd much rather you were willing. So come on, now. Stop fighting me, because it's gonna happen no matter what. You know that."
His head dipped and he sucked her left breast between his hungry lips, allowing his tongue to wash over the stiffened nipple. God, but she tasted so good.
"Vinnie . . . no!" she shrieked. "I don't want you to do this. Stop it! Stop it, now! I mean it."
She wanted to shriek, but she was smart enough to know the only other persons who would hear would be Sal Vito and Gino Ballardo. And the sounds of her screams would either make thern laugh, or cause them to become so horny, they'd come down and all jump on her at once.
She writhed as the hot mouth sucking her breast began to build sensuous flames in her. She was burning up with lust, but she knew she didn't dare give in to it. Her turgid nipple was becoming longer and hotter as Vinnie continued sucking on it. God! It felt so good. Was she some kind of masochist to revel in pain? Deep down, did she really want the man to force her to his will, no matter how openly she resisted? Why? What was the matter with her? This was wrong. It was evil. It was everything against which her mother had warned her. She had to fight it.'
"Face it, Phyl," Vinnie whispered to her, letting her nipple slip from between his lips. "The plain and simple fact of the matter is, I'm gonna fuck you. The only remaining question is, do we do it on top of the ping pong table like a couple of rutting animals, or do we open the sofa-bed across the room and at least make ourselves comfortable."
Phyllis simply stood there, staring into Vinnie's twistedly masculine face. She couldn't recall when her emotions had been in such a turmoil. But then, prior to today, no man had ever looked at her naked body before. Vinnie was looking into her eyes, pleading with her to give in. She understood he didn't really want to force her, but she knew damn well he would if she continued resisting. Even so, the training, the upbringing, the inner conscience that had been built so strongly refused to surrender. Vinnie was not a man who knew how to use words, but he had gotten his argument across. What he wasn't able to understand was, why did Phyllis continually resist him? But then Phyllis was unable to understand it, herself. She knew it was going to happen, so why did she insist on resisting?
Without waiting for her to reply, Vinnie went to the sofa-bed, at the other end of the room, and he opened it. The sight of the bed terrified Phyllis, but it now blocked her way to the door leading upstairs. Not that she would have been able to open it once she reached it.
Vinnie went to one of the closets and opened it, and said, "Hey, looka here. A whole bunch of old party costumes. C'mere."
Hesitantly, Phyllis walked over to where he was standing as he pulled out a carton. He reached into it and pulled out the wig and cap of an old Raggedy-Ann costume. He put it on her head then led her over to the mirror to see how funny she looked. Phyllis realized what he was-trying to do. He was trying to make her laugh, to ease the tension between them, but knowing what was going to happen made her keep her guard up at all times.
The next costume Vinnie pulled out was one that let both of them know the owner of the house liked private orgies. It was one of those sheer nighties, with the holes cut out for the breasts and the vagina. And when Phyllis put the costume on without removing her Raggedy-Ann wig and cap, she realized she looked like a sexy rag-dol suddenly come to life. Staring at her reflection in the mirror made her feel as if she were looking at the lewdest bawd in the world. She was revolted, yet she was excited.
God!" Vinnie gasped. "You look like something out of a tripple X movie. Sheesh! You really look great."
Yes, she looked like an out-and-out tramp, all right. She was every bit as sexy as any movie star. When Vinnie's hands slithered around from behind and filled themselves with her breasts, she was taken completely by surprise.
"No! she insisted, trying to tug his hands away.
"Yes," he told her. "Yes, yes, yes. I'm gonna fuck you just like this."
And that was when she became aware of the fact that while she had been looking at herself in the mirror Vinnie had undressed. He was rubbing his nakedness against her body, and she felt his hard penis push against the sexy nightgown as if its nose was attempting to sniff out the hole between her thighs.
Phyllis tried turning and pushing the man away, but he clung tenaciously to her, squeezing her breasts with his hands, rubbing her nipples, making them harder and stiffer, and causing the fires in her anxious body to flare higher and higher. She continued struggling, but the more she writhed, the more excited she became, and the more intent she was on not allowing him to have his way. She squirmed and almost got away from him, but the clutch of his fingers around her breasts held her fast. He spun her around to face him, and then he gathered her tightly into his arms and crushed her against his body, pressing his mouth to hers, kissing her almost violently. She opened her lips to admit his long, thick tongue. It stabbed in like a thick knife, and she almost gagged on it, feeling it fuck her mouth with the same precision Sal's cock had applied to her tight vagina. Heat continued to build in her, but she resisted, refusing to accept the burning fires her body ached for, writhing, twisting, fighting, and kissing, hugging and holding. An immense pole was being pressed against her belly, and though she had not yet had the opportunity to see it, Phyllis was able to tell from the feel of it that it was larger than Sal's cock. God! It was a regular maypole. It pressed into the flatness of her belly as her heavily rounded breasts rubbed against Vinnie's hairy chest. The wiry hairs seemed to tease her aching nipples even more, making her inwardly sob. She had to escape from all this.
Phyllis heard a moan escape from Vinnie's chest as he rubbed his bare flesh against her nightgown-clad body. She felt his fingers slide under the nightgown, grasping her whitely tender body, feeling here and there.
The blistering heat of the gigantically burning penis rammed itself against her aching belly, and she sensed his weighty phallus was in agony. This didn't lessen her struggles. She continued resisting as the nightgown was tugged over her head and thrown on the floor. He removed her hat and wig and tossed them aside, as well. He rubbed her solidly against him, and she not only felt the length and thickness of his throbbing cock, but the heft of his testicles, as well.
Vinnie was in sweet agony. His cock was wildly throbbing, and his balls felt as if they were made of lead. They felt as if they were swelling like sponges bloated with water while his scrotum was continually tightening around them. The pressure was becoming unbearable. He needed relief, and if the dumb bitch didn't willingly give in, he'd force her. He'd goddamn force her.
Phyllis tried reaching for his eyes, and as she did so, Vinnie shoved her backwards. She fell, tumbling onto the open bed. When she tried rolling off, he was right there, throwing his weight on top of her. One smooth, silken thigh remained dangling over the edge of the bed, touching the cold floor. Her other leg was bent to the side, revealing the entire pout of her tenderly swollen cuntlips, surrounded as they were by a frame of black, mossy fur.
Vinnie stared straight down, using his hands to keep her thighs apart, and he saw how her vaginal lips were barely parted. Sal's fucking had hardly done much good. A thin, viscous fluid was dribbling out of the slot between her luscious labial curtains.' He gazed with burning hunger, and Phyllis became more terrified than ever, seeing the fires of lust in his eyes as they remained locked on the chapel of pinkness between her open thighs.
What the hell was the matter with the man? Phyllis wondered. She knew men were hungry to look at female vaginas, but Vinnie wasn't staring at it as if it were something to pierce with his penile lance. Rather he was looking at it the way a snake looks at a frightened rabbit it's about to devour. Why didn't he raise his eyes and look at her breasts or her hips or even her face? Gino had been anxious to play with her breasts when they were in the van, and though Vinnie had fondled them a bit, it was obvious they were not his main-interest... not by a long shot.
Phyllis stared at Vinnie's penis, this being her first real opportunity to see it. She was almost aghast at the size of the pulsating penis. God! It made the one Sal had shoved into her look miniscule. There was no way on earth her vagina would be able to open up enough to contain that monster. And the testicles behind it, dangling down, looked as if they counterbalanced the massiveness of the phallus.
Vinnie staggered closer to Phyllis, and the woman shrank from him, terrified of what he intended doing. Had his hands not kept her thighs apart, she would have jammed them tightly together. He came even closer, then slowly lowered his body to the bed, though he didn't lie on top of her. As she stared, terrified, frightened almost out of her skull, she watched his head dip lower while his burning eyes remained fixed on the center of her vagina. His strong palms lay flatly against the insides of her opened thighs, pushing them even wider apart.
Phyllis's gaze was fixed, and she was unable to believe exactly what she was seeing. Vinnie's head was moving lower, and just before his face disappeared from her line of sight she saw his tongue extend from his mouth.
Great God! He was going to actually press his mouth against her vagina. He was going to lick with his tongue against her seething inner self. Was he totally insane? Not that she wanted him to fill her tiny, narrow cunt with that majestic-looking scepter between his thighs, but this was not only insane, but totally wanton and disgustingly obscene. Uuuuuggggghhhhh!!!
"No!" she screamed, doing her best to force her loins back together. But the heavy pressure of his two palms, pushing, pushing, pushing, forced them to remain wide apart.
Phyllis struggled on the bed, trying to squirm her body every which way, but she was helplessly pinned. And then she felt the flaming, slavering lips bring themselves even closer as his heatedly blistering breath whipped against her tender cuntlips, making them flutter.
"Ohhhhhh Goddddd!!!" she screamed as his mouth clamped itself tightly against her leaking labia. She gasped as his tongue speared between the slick labia, flicking in and out, in and out, stabbing into her hole like a chillingly wicked poniard sticking its cold self into the foaming depths of her hotly burning feminine swamp. Her entire body began wildly trembling, violently shuddering as she felt the wickedly slick oral extension slurp into her tunnel repeatedly.
"No," she gasped, afraid to yell for fear of waking Gino and Sal. "Vinnie ... no . .. no . . . no . .. for the love of God ... no . . . don't. .. uhhhhhhh ... do this . . . hhhhaaaann-nhhhhh ..."
Her voice was rasping as she sensed what was surely the lashing tongue of an aardvark lancing into her fiery vagina, causing wildly jagged bolts of crackling, energetic lightning to course and bubble through her entire being from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toenails. Her torso was violently trembling with maddening shudders, and it was all brought about by the lengthy, thick, swathing lingual organ of the man who wanted to bring pleasure to her without causing her any pain.
God! He was like a voracious cannibal with his mouth firmly pressed to her vagina, sucking, licking, eating, even lightly chewing' on her tender flesh, continually using the entire length of his moving tongue. He lapped into her venereal temple repeatedly, drinking the seething juices that came bubbling out. He was kissing her hot cunt with all the strength he was able to muster, using his tongue more masterfully than even he had thought himself able.
Phyllis was insanely bouncing on the mattress. At first it had been her intention to escape this maniac, but his tongue now had her totally entranced, making her wildly bounce on the bed as her buttocks slammed down again and again, only to gain enough leverage to come pumping up again so she'd be able to force her labia into his open oral cave. Jesus! It was unbelievable.
Phyllis was helpless putty in Vinnie's hands, her body no longer under her control. Her brain continually yelled at her fulcrum to stop its movement and come under control, but her heatedly aroused groin continued pushing itself against the hungering mouth of Vinnie Ballardo. Her shuddering inner self moved reflexively, obeying whatever impulses his lapping tongue flashed to her.
She felt his licking oral organ moving into her repeatedly, constantly tasting the burning rivers of oozing fluid dripping from within. Her ears picked up the hungry slurps of his lapping lingual digit as it worked in and out of her while his hands continued pressing on the soft, fleshy inner parts of her tender thighs, trying to stretch them wider and wider apart. She sensed Vinnie rubbing his lower half against the open bed as he licked into her, and for the first time it occurred to Phyllis that in spite of what appeared to be his own ragged agony, the man was not really doing anything to harm her. This knowledge served to increase her inner responses to what he was doing with his wide-open mouth.
Vinnie's long tongue lapped far and deep into the depths of her flaming interior, causing Phyllis to start wildly flinging her young body from side to side, much like the helpless rag doll she had resembled, earlier. She was completely out of control, writhing with every slashing movement of his tongue as it stabbed into her seething center again and again, creating hitherto unknown delights, causing the new sensations to enlarge and grow and swell far within her. These were feelings her body had yearned for, unknowingly, because she had been so foolish as to follow her mother's advice and keep all men at a distance, never allowing them to bring her thrills. Was it possible her mother was wrong? Was it possible she had been behaving foolishly all these years? True, this was something totally different from actual intercourse, but her body found it equally enjoyable. Yes, her body had enjoyed Sal Vito's ravishment, even if her mind had refused to accept it. But now her body was enjoying this, as well, and her mind realized there was no pain connected to it. Equally important, there was no possibility of pregnancy attached to this. Oh God! This was the most singularly incredible experience she had ever enjoyed. She was already starting to wonder whether or not she might allow men to do this to her if she ever did get back to civilization, alive. The tongue continually lancing into her was building the sensational feelings in her body to new heights, and she knew if this kept up, sooner or later she would achieve the same kind of orgasmic thrills she had known when Sal had fucked her.
"Mmmmmmm ..." she heard Vinnie murmur between wide swaths of his tongue licking from her perineum to her clitoris. "Ummmm . . . good .. . delicious . . . ahhhhh . . . sluuuurrrrpppp .. . ummmmmmmm ..." he gasped as he continued drinking the outpouring liquid contents of her tight pussy. His hands continued pressing her thighs wide apart as the broiling contents of her vagina either splashed into his mouth or against his face. The quivering lips of her dribbling vagina widely surrounded his mouth as he continued sucking and licking. He sucked like a starving kid, as if he was unable to ever get enough of the taste of the wonderful meat his mough was enjoying.
Phyllis felt the flesh inside her inner lips turn raw with rasping friction as Vinnie continued lapping. And then she felt even newer, more wonderful shudders course through her tingling body as his tongue began concentrating on the tender little button of her vibrating clitoris. It was harder than a penis, and firmly outstretched, stiff and throbbing as his palms continued pressing on the white inner flesh of her thighs, keeping them open, allowing him to fully savor the wonderful taste of her beautifully throbbing, pink-tinted fleshy vaginal interior. The more he licked, the more lubricious liquid oozed from within.
Phyllis bucked as Vinnie's tongue continually teased her pulsating clitoris before washing its way down the teeming length of her simmering inner pussy. And then the tongue moved even lower, leaping over her narrow perineum and touching the extra-sensitive pucker of her rosebudlike asshole. It dredged in there for a moment, causing her mind, thrilled beyond sensation, to berate her for allowing him to do such a disgusting thing. Then the tongue came swiping right back up through the coral feminine wound, moving higher and higher until it tickled her clitoris again. Then once again it made the return trip. It paused as his lips sucked on the peachlike slices of her vaginal labia. She leaped high off the bed, churning and shuddering, and when his tongue returned to her clitoris, Phyllis realized the orgasm her mind had been trying to shut out was there, and it was surging through her. The pressure was so intense, she was no longer able to -contain herself. She had to explode.
"AAAAAAIIIIIIYYYYY-YYAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH . . . HHHHHHHAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH-HNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH . . . EEEEEEYYYYYYYAAAAAAA GGGGGGNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH. . ." she screamed as the strange, lengthily wonderful lapping tongue continued building passion-bilsters on her flesh. Lava roared through her blood vessels as Vinnie continued his licking. His hands were no longer strong enough to keep Phyllis's thighs apart. She clamped them tightly around his temples and ears, bucking insanely. His hands were gripping her buttocks, squeezing them as his tongue continued lapping, lapping, lapping. The very sky itself seemed to open to Phyllis as she heard her own shrieking voice fill her ears. Spasms of wonderful lasciviousness and salaciousness burst through her entire frame in overpowering, agonizing bliss.
She was completely helpless, a slave to the man's working tongue, and she wondered if she would ever really be free again. Would she be able to bring her body under control, or would it eternally remain a slave to such wonderfully vile lustings? The idea of simply saying no to any kind of sex would never again be simple for her. This was one moment that would hand in her memory forever.
She thrilled to the movement of Vinnie's tongue lapping and tantalizing her pearly clitoris, ravishing it without mercy, squashing his flattened tongue against it in rapturous, fevered lust as he drank the wonderful mead of her dribbling oils, making noisy sucking sounds the entire time, as if wanting to let her know just how much he was enjoying what he was doing.
Vinnie's lips, like a vise, clamped tightly around the tiny nodule of clitoris and he sucked insanely, whipping his tongue up.
Vinnie's lashing tongue was becoming too much for Phyllis, whose body was already extremely oversensitive. She gasped, "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH . . . GODDDDDDDD .. . UUUUUGGGGGHHHHH. . . VINNNNNNNIEEEEE... NO... MORRRRRRRRE . . . UUUUUNNNNGGGGGHHHHH..."
The echoes of her gasping voice bounced through the area of the finished basement, reverberating off the paneled walls, though soaked up by the acoustic ceiling. Burst upon burst of licentiously ecstatic rapture jetted through Phyllis's weakened, whimpering, trembling, gasping, achingly throbbing and tormented body. The maddening sucking of Vinnie's mouth continued though she begged him to stop, pulling and sapping all her inner emotions out through her clitoris. Her brain had become a total blank to anything other than the concentrated thrills her inner self was rapturously enjoying. Her mind was focusing completely on the lingual length of oral digit working in the drainlike depths of her heaving cunt. She was repeatedly being set on fire with continuing new lustful delights. Her aching loins arched upward to meet the strong downward thrusts of Vinnie's working tongue, and her entire frame vibrated and trembled, straining and tight, thrusting against the maddening thrills brought about by that magic tongue.
Vinnie was not overly experienced when it came to females, but when it came to cuntlapping, he was a natural. The man was able to do more with his mouth and vibrating tongue than the majority of other men were capable of doing with their entire bodies. And at this moment, his magic mouth belonged exclusively to the trembling, aching, burning, shuddering center that was Phyllis's throbbing vaginal tunnel.
Phyllis felt the man's lips press tightly around the extended button that was her trembling clitoris. The lips surrounded the throbbing nodule and then compressed tightly around it on all sides. Phyllis, no longer able to berate herself for all that she was feeling, was lathering at the mouth from total ecstasy as she gasped, "Ooooooooohhhhhhh . . . aaaaahhhhhhhh ... myyyyyyy .. Goddddddd ... ohhhhhhhhh ... wwwwwaaaaawwwwwww. . .."
The high ceiling, with its many insets of acoustic tile, appeared to reflect in shadow all that was happening below. The room spun before Phyllis's unfocusing eyes. Everything went around and around, making her dizzier than ever with each passing second. A glaze seemed to light up her eyes, making everything even more difficult to see. Flames licked between her open thighs, matching the lashes of his tongue, only the flames were not content to remain in her crotch. They spread inwardly, filling her body. Phyllis knew it wouldn't be long before her entire self would be consumed and she'd be ashes. Her thighs wrapped themselves once more about Vinnie's head, temporarily imprisoning his face against her feminine pit. She was no longer content with a tongue. She needed to be plunged into, as Sal had done, though Sal's penis would not have been enough. She needed pain to justify all that was happening to her, and that pain would be brought about by the heaviness of Vinnie's thickly long cock. It was the only proper penance for her having enjoyed the man's tongue. God! Not even Vinnie's cock would be enough. She wanted to shove his entire body into her teeming pussy.
Phyllis's slender, columnar loins continued tightening their grip around Vinnie's head, but she felt his hands sliding once again under her buttocks, lifting her fulcrum even higher, bringing the tasty, hairy furrow of her meaty cunt into even stronger contact with his working mouth. His freshly shaved cheeks rubbed between her curling pelvic hairs, thrilling her even more, creating the impression his entire face was about to sink itself into her cunt. God! She had never known anything in her entire lifetime to equal this. And to think, it had taken a bank robber and kidnapper to teach it to her.
Vinnie's flaming breath was even hotter than the fire in the searing oven of her vagina as his long tongue trailed lower and lower. Now he began steadily, lapping at the crinkle of her taut anus, sending icicles shooting up her spine. His tongue circled the rim of her shuddering asshole, licking it wetly, then stiffening, and plunging as far into the center as her tight sphincter would permit. The stiff tongue shoved itself deeper and deeper into her rectal center, causing her to shudder with untold delight. Vinnie pushed forward with her thighs still tightly wrapped around his head. He drove his face against her pussy all the more strongly as his tongue dredged into her bottom hole, licking as far in as was humanly possible before sliding the tongue out and returning it to her seething cunt. This time her vaginal walls welcomed his oral length inside, and he lapped as far as possible into her blazing kiln.
Trembling, Phyllis became aware of a finger touching her asshole. Recalling how wonderful the tongue in her anus had felt, she decided resistance at this point would be useless. So she kept her body. loose, feeling his lapping lingual lance sink ever deeper into the burning pressure cooker that was her steaming cunt. Heavy oil, dripping from the pink slash of her puddled vagina fell onto Vinnie's finger, and he used the slippery liquid to coat the exterior of her anal opening. Little by little Phyllis found herself blissfully relaxing more and more, and abruptly she felt the finger start worming its way into her. Where the tongue had sent delicious shivers blasting up her spine, the finger reminded her of the way Sal's penis had deflowered her, though the pressure of the finger was not nearly as painful as Sal's cock had originally been in her cunt. She discovered the pressure in her rectum made her vaginal corridor a little narrower, causing his wet tongue to tickle her all the more, actually enhancing the thrills she was feeling.
"Fuck me!" Phyllis begged, unable to believe she was saying such salacious words. But they had come from her, and before her mind had a chance to stop her mouth, she reflexively spoke again, saying, "Fuck me, Vinnie. Fuck me, hard!"
The surprised Vinnie wasted no time. He raised his body until his own loins were above her thighs, and he used his hips to spread her legs even farther apart. He lowered his fully erect cock quickly, bringing it into direct contact with the narrowly close-together lips of her barely used pussy. Even so, there was no need for him to go slowly. His tongue had seen to it that her vaginal interior was a veritable bog, and tight as it was, her thighs lay wide in wet and open invitation. The small, elastic vaginal mouth was already throbbing and pulsating around the blunted nose of his forward-moving penis. It was as if she, too, would ultimately explode if Vinnie didn't thrust the full length of his throbbing cock into her. And though it was longer and fatter than Sal's, and it would stretch her inner walls even more, Phyllis wanted every last millimeter of the heavy prick totally buried inside her.
Vinnie was still moving with care, feeling her sparsely wet, matted pelvic hair tickle his penile point as it carefully parted the frame of fur. His mastodonic penile head slowly, very, very slowly slid into her pooling warmth. It continued sliding with a single continuous stroke, moving past her cervix, burying itself in the deepest part of her vagina, touching depths Sal had never reached as her inner walls elastic ally gave way, widening to contain the huge pole. The only resistance was the natural sweet resistance of her tugging membranes as the smoothly slick tissues of her tight little pussy pulsated solidly around the man's thick stanchion of cock in a wetly clasping motion that all but drove the man insane with delight.
Vinnie pressed his almost hairless chest against the full swell of Phyllis's round breasts, flattening her fleshy melons a little as he drove into her. He rammed his hips forward as hard as he was able, and her softly gurgling well flowered open again and again to receive the entire length of his massive phallic spear, sucking it to ever deeper parts of her. There was no stopping the throbbing cock until it was buried to the hilt, and the heavy sac of his squirming testicles thwacked with a loud slap against the widespread crevice of her upraised, rounded asscheeks.
Phyllis's entire body began wildly twitching in mad abandon. This was evil, it was wicked, and it was wonderful And when Vinnie lowered his mouth to hers, she responded, kissing him strongly, letting her own tongue wash though his mouth, tasting the delightful flavor of her own vagina in his mouth. His own tongue slid past hers, trying to sink into her throat. Low hums of delightful passionate acceptance came in completely incoherent groans and murmurs from deep inside the woman's sighing chest. Her innocent young face was contorted with licentious rapture as her neck strained and her nostrils flared and a light perspiration broke out in beads all over her forehead under the disheveled bangs of her black hair. There was nothing to stop the two of them from going the full distance, now. And the man with the crooked nose, who was otherwise a truly goodlooking devil, worked like a madman to carry them both to the end of eternity.
"Uuuuuuhhhhh . . . God . . . God . . . God .. ." Phyllis gasped around the thickly slavering tongue that filled her mouth. She groaned licentiously, welcoming the touch of his hand on the rounded cheeks of her buttocks. His hands gripped her asscheeks tightly, lifting them higher, giving his wildly thrusting cock total access to her anxious young cunt.
Vinnie lifted his face from hers, raising his upper torso, feeling the deliciously smooth velvet folds of her creaming inner pussy tightly take him prisoner for the moment. When he managed to tug his cock back, her sucking lips wetly clung to his twitching phallic column until he was able to sense every last little inch of her fevered interior vibrating around his throbbing cock. Then he rammed into her, balancing himself on the tips of his toes as he fucked every bit of his throbbing shank into the tightness of her heatedly narrow cunt, bringing an animallike scream of rapture from Phyllis's lips. His haircovered groin ground lasciviously against the tenderly sensitive outer flanges of her wetly spread vagina. This sent shivers of salacious delight charging through her fluttering nerve-ends. His thrust his loins against her tender pelvis, watching
Phyllis's glazed eyelids become more and more weighted with seething rapture.
Seeing the licentious emotions playing salaciously over the innocent young woman's girlish face, contorting it and lining it with passion, added to Vihnie's already intolerable excitement and arousal. It had been worth the agonizing torture of holding his cock back while lapping her fuming pussy almost into oblivion. Now he was not alone in his quest for delighted pleasure. Every fiber of his inner being quivered with the sensation of being totally alive, and no matter what eventually happened to Sal, and Gino, and himself, he had the assurance that his own life force was bound to hers, if only for now. The only real inner pain was the basic knowledge that neither she, nor any other female, would ever again be as much a part of him as she was at this precise moment. But the anguish of that realization disappeared very quickly as he saw the tears of happiness come cascading down her cheeks in heavy streams. This was a powerful tribute to a passion he had wrought in her that she had been unaware existed.
Phyllis sought desperately to tug him as tightly against her as possible, as once again her arms entwined themselves around his neck in a stranglehold. But another long, hard lunge into her delightfully thrilled and shivering vagina caused her arms to settle around his shoulders. From there, her hands slithered down his back, raking blood trails as her nails frantically sliced his skin again and again until her fingers came to rest on the revolving cheeks of his hard-driving gluteal mounds.
She dug her fingers into the solidly muscular warmth of the man's taut buttocks, her hands working with the constantly convoluting sinews, and so tugged Vinnie's cock even deeper into her tormented body. The powerful clutches of constant encouragement from her digging, squeezing, grasping hands added to the driving force of his powerful thrusts as he slammed against the woman's uplifted groin. The entire downstairs room resounded with the wet, smacking sounds that blended obscenely with the added noises of their constant panting and grunting.
The salaciously loud noises coming from their bodies and mouths blended together in a wild tempo as Vinnie continued to drive solidly into
Phyllis's tightly grasping pussy. The man slammed harder and harder, visualizing what he and the woman must look like, one on top of the other, he grinding into her as if they were machines performing some unknown function. He slammed the full length of his dark cock into the scarlet depths of Phyllis's pulling cunt, and the clutch of her inner tunnel brought him back to reality. He wrapped one hand around her full, luscious breast, while his other hand gripped one of her smoothly delightful asscheeks. His fingers sank into the narrow crevice between the two gluteal orbs, and then he slid his hand slowly down from her asscheeks to where his thickly long prick was continually sliding wetly in and out of her suckingly tight cunt.
Phyllis's mouth gaped widely open in ecstatic enjoyment when his fingers began fondling and teasing the heatedly moist, contracting lips of her vagina while his cock continued to plug all the way into her. This caused the woman to moan all the more loudly as the ever-widening tunnel of her vagina opened in hungry yearning, aching to swallow up the entire length of his hotly stabbing shaft as it sank far into her shuddering body. She jerked, thrusting her tender body toward him several times, her vaginal labia wildly working and sucking at his cock like a calf nursing at its mother's udder.
"Oh Vinnie," she gasped, clinging ever more tightly to him. "Fuck me! Fuck me, hard! Fuck me harder and harder. I love it. I really love it. Especially the way you do it. You're good and tender, and filled with love, and you don't hurt me. Fuck me, Vinnie! Fuck me deeper!" She was begging, her breath coming in short, frantic gasps. There was no question but that she was all set to reach her own apex. The bank robber felt it as her ripely young breasts heaved against him, quivering with thrilling, throbbing pressure as her hardened, spiky nipples cut into him. Her violently shuddering loins parted even more, displaying the wide open plane of her delectable femaledom for the thrusting of his manly cock. And then, with a deep, low moan, Phyllis's legs snaked out and tightly wrapped themselves around the man's slamming asscheeks. Her crotch lifted itself higher, as if pleading and begging him to hurry, and so Vinnie speeded up his hard thrusts, gasping at the sight of her anxious vagina squeezing his masculine prick, literally climbing up and down the pole, spiraling and rotating this way and that, moving crazily toward her needed fulfillment.
"OH GODDDDDD! HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNHHHHHHH! I'MMMMMM . . . UHHHHH . . . COMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGG . . YYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHAAAHHHH. .." she screeched, her voice a high, helpless squeal of total submission, and suddenly her naked heels were beating a crazy tattoo against Vinnie's asscheeks. Her hands raced crazily up and down his scratched, bleeding back until they clenched themselves in his wooly, light brown hair. She forced his mouth to hers, all but smashing her teeth against his, kissing with such fury she cut the inside of her lips. The cords in her taut neck stretched and tightened and her nakedly quivering body jerked wildly against him in a mad tempo with the inner rhythm of the heatedly convulsing walls of her cunt now gripping and releasing very soddenly around the entire length of his pounding prick. Her sucking cunt pulled at his throbbing prick as if it needed the sustenance it expected the cock to release.
The bedsprings in the sofa-bed began creaking out their protest at the unusually rough treatment they were getting. The two entwined bodies were struggling, Phyllis already at the peak of all existence and fighting to stay there, while Vinnie was still struggling to join her. Just a few more strokes and he'd be there. The sounds of deep straining grunts and groans filled the suddenly stifling room as his throbbing cock continued filling the depths of her womanly center over and over.
"Huuunnhhhh . . . huuunnnhhhh . . . hhuuuunnnnhhhh .. ." Vinnie gasped, crying, his moans into her kissing mouth as her spurting lubricant washed burningly around his continually spiking shaft, flowing down the narrow slice between her rounded young buttocks, washing over his scrotum as they rammed solidly against her perineum, now tightly drawn up into his crotch.
"AAAAAYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH. .. GGGGGAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH. . . HHHHHAAAAANNNNGGGGGHHHHH . . . HHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHH. . ." the man bellowed, and he quickened his lascivious strokes until his groin smacked like a wooden oar against her well-lubricated pelvis. Her legs surrounded his waist, gripping him tightly as he continued to jerkily thrust his shooting cock deeper and deeper into her inner trench, rotating his hips, churning, twisting, spinning, trying to use the head of his cock like a shovel, digging farther and farther into her tenderness, scraping the wetly thrilled walls of her inner vagina without any kind of mercy. She gasped again and again, her passion continually renewing itself as he clenched his eyes tightly shut. And then he felt as if his testicles were actually splitting as they released even more of the heavily white fluid into the young woman's burning tunnel.
"HHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHH-HHH. . ." was all he was able to silently and hoarsely gasp as a second gush of pure fire rolled through his ballooning penis. His ears heard her whimpering out the last of her own orgasm, and then he felt her jerking her body solidly against his ass, sensing his sperm splashing through her burning tunnel, she began orgasming all over again. Vinnie wildly exploded inside her, his flaming semen spurting like water from a firehose, squirting into the deepest, farthest recesses of the young female hostage's palpitating sweet cunt. Again and again he fired, until he felt his strength starting to wane and his explosions were less and less.
Vinnie fell forward, lying on top of the young woman, and Phyllis groaned, simply lying there, unable to do more. They lay that way silently until his cock deflated and slipped from her wetly flooded passageway. He got to his feet and saw she had actually fallen asleep. This made him feel worse than ever, because her falling asleep showed she had confidence in him.
Chapter Four
When Phyllis awoke, she was alone. She knew it was dark out, and once again she hurried to the bathroom to wash out the sperm that was inside her, hoping she had managed to do it before she had become impregnated. What she had done with Vinnie was weighing heavily on her conscience, and she felt more ashamed of herself than ever. There was no reason for her to surrender to Vinnie. Had he taken her the way Sal had, by force, she might have been able to excuse what had happened, but this time there was no excuse. She had willingly submitted to Vinnie, giving as good as she'd gotten.
Hurrying to the kitchen, she felt a gnawing hunger in her belly. Finding some swiss cheese, she made herself a sandwich, but as she ate, she pouted. She was ashamed. She was humiliated. She had degraded herself.
Finishing the sandwich, she began examing the basement. There was one door which was locked, and she wondered where it led. It was actually against a wall in the middle of the room. The wall, itself, did a ninety-degree turn part of the way down. This told Phyllis there was a room within the room, and she wondered why it was locked.
Phyllis was all set to use a butter knife to try and open the door, when she heard the upstairs door open and feet came tromping down. It was Gino Ballardo, the one man she truly feared.
"Hi, there," Gino greeted, slaver falling from the sides of his mouth as he approached her. "You and I, we gotta have us a talk. . . right now. . ." he insisted, coming closer.
"I don't think we have anything to say to each other," Phyllis insisted. "So you just stay away from me."
"Just what kinda bullshit is that?" Gino asked, coming closer. "Now get this, you goddamn cunt, you're our prisoner. You do as we say. If we say fuck, you fuck. If we say suck, you suck. If we tell you to eat shit, you do that, because if you don't, we can just as easily snuff you and bury you out in the backyard here, where no one'U ever find you." "You wouldn't dare," Phyllis insisted. "Oh, I dare, all right. And what's more, if I do it, the other guys here'll have no choice but to go along, 'cause once you're dead, there ain't nothin' they can do about it.'
"And they'll think I'm screwing you, which is what the both of them did, anyway."
He was standing right up against Phyllis now, leering his evil smile at her as he wrapped his left arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him. He pressed her breasts solidly against his chest. She was still naked, so the buttons of her nipples rubbed into his shirt-front. His other hand reached down and gripped her buttocks.
Phyllis immediately started struggling, hating the idea of being touched by this beast; Even if she weren't scolding herself for what happened with both, Sal and Vinnie, she'd have hated being touched by Gino. That his touch should suddenly cause heat to flare through her, made her feel disgusted. She didn't want anything to do with this excuse for a human being.
With his palm spread out he brought her rosy body close to him, pressing her pelvis against his crotch, jamming the cloth-covered thickness of his penis against the hair-protected lips of the young woman's moist cunt.
Phyllis shuddered. She knew Gino was more than she'd ever be able to handle.
"Look," she told him. "I don't know what I ever did to you to get you . . ."
"You just hadda be you," Gino sneered. "You're a cunt, like a million other cunts. You just happen to be the one lucky enough to be near me, right now."
"Uhhhh . . . what are you doing?" she asked, feeling his hand rub her buttocks more intently.
"What the fuck do you mean, what am I doing? Jesus! For a broad you have balls. Here you show me those nice, big juicy tits of yours, and you expect me to remain still, and maybe just look at 'em? Or maybe you think I'm some kinda painter who's gonna draw pictures of those tits. And you got a nice, wet cunt that's just beggin' to be used ... if I wanna use it. Baby, you know damn well what I'm doing."
"Look, all I want is to be left alone," Phyllis insisted.
"Yeah, sure," Gino nodded. "All you want is to be left alone while you flaunt that ass and those tits all over this basement."
"Well every time I try getting dressed one of you rips off my clothing."
"Don't give me that load of shit. You're no different from all the other fucking cunts. You're a goddamn cockteaser, letting us look, making us want, then giving us nothing."
"Now that isn't true and you know it," Phyllis snapped.
"Shut the hell up, cockteaser. That's just what you are, you fucking cunt."
Seeing reason was impossible with the man, Phyllis became more terrified than ever. She had to do something to placate him, much as he disgusted her, or she might end up dead. , "Look," she said, "I'm sorry, Gino. I really am. I didn't mean to get you all worked up like that. Honest, I'll do my best to stay away from you."
"Being sorry and staying away from me isn't going to do my cock any good, is it?" Gino barked. "My God!" she cried out. "What do you want me to say?"
"That's just it," Gino insisted. "Right now, there isn't a fucking thing you can say. Action speaks louder than words, honey. You'd better believe it."
"What are you talking about?" Phyllis asked, too terrified to think straight.
"I'm saying the time is long past for talking. It's time for doing."
"Wh-what d-do y-you mean?" she asked, cringing.
"I can't believe my ears," Gino said laughing sadistically. "I mean, here you raise the king of all erections in my pants, and then like some sweet, innocent know-nothing virgin, you act like you have no idea just what it is you can do about it.
Well, your cunt may not be virginal any more, but you have two other holes 1 can de-cherry."
"What?"
"You heard me clearly, cunt. I'm gonna fuck you, but not in your cunt, because I don't wanna spill my good spunk on top of the gism of the others. No, baby, you and I are gonna do other things."
"Wh-what are you talking about?" Phyllis asked, trying to move away from him.
"You're gonna lose your oral virginity."
"I. .. don't understand . .,."
"I meank I'm gonna fuck you in the mouth, baby. I'm gonna jam my cock down your throat and fuck it in and out until I shoot my sperm right down that pretty little throat of yours. Hell, it'll grease your tonsils and make you scream a little clearer."
"My God, no!" Phyllis gasped, nauseated at the mere idea.
She tried pulling away, but Gino reached out and slapped her solidly across the face. She staggered beneath the very force of the blow and fell back against the ping pong table.
Gino merely stood there for a few moments, letting his eyes devour her body. When Phyllis looked up at him, she saw the gnawing hunger eating away at him. And she knew she was going to be forced to perform another filthy, disgusting thing. God! At this moment, if there had been a way of quickly and easily killing herself, she would have done it.
She began sobbing, tears rolling from her big, brown eyes as her shoulders shook. The icy fingers of terror seemed to reach into every part of her trembling body. But when she looked into Gino's eyes again, she saw no hint of mercy. He was a beast.
"Okay, you bitchy cock-teasing cunt," Gino said. "You damn well know we ain't gonna be disturbed down here. Neither Sal nor Vinnie'U come down, seein' as both had a wild fucking time with you, earlier. So scream your fucking ass off, and it won't do a bit of good. Just get ready to take care of the stiffness hardening my cock."
"My God! My God!" Phyllis gasped. "What are you trying to make me do?"
"Jesus Christ, are you stupid or something? I already told you what I intended doing. You goddamn well know what I'm trying to make you do. Listen to that bitchy whining voice of yours. Christ! You take the goddamn fucking cake."
"Please!" Phyllis all but shrieked. "I don't know what to do, I swear it. I just don't know what to do."
"Shit on a stick! Are you really that fucking stupid?"
Phyllis - stood there, her head hanging down, unable to reply, knowing anything she said would come out wrong.
"Well the first thing you can do is undress me," Gino told her. "I mean, we both know nothing's gonna get done until you make me as naked as you are. Now get your ass over here and do the job, baby."
Phyllis remained unmoving, too terrified to do a thing.
"Hey, I'm warning you, cunt,. I'll only ask you one more time.-After that I won't do any asking.
Phyllis remained unmoving.
Gino walked right up to her and began open-handedly slapping her face back and forth again and again. Red welts began appearing on her face, marring the smoothness of her baby round cheeks as tears came pouring out more heavily than ever before.
"Stop, stop, please stop, I'll do whatever you say. Don't hit me again. Just don't hit me."
Gino lowered his hands and he waited. Phyllis, who had put up her own arms, now lowered them and gripped the ping pong table for support. She was more frightened now than when she had first been kidnapped. There was something about this man that made her blood freeze.
The pain of his blows still made her face smart. There was a warmth to them, but they stung, and Phyllis decided she wasn't a masochist after all. There was nothing pleasant about being hit.
"C'mon," Gino insisted. "Undress me!"
She unbuttoned his shirt and took it off his arms, one sleeve at a time. He wore no undershirt, and from the deodorant-soap smell of him, it was obvious he had taken a quick shower in anticipation of all this.
"My pants," Gino insisted.
Phyllis removed his pants, letting them fall around his ankles, noting he hadn't bothered to put on underpants. Though he had a formidable erection, it wasn't as long or as thick as Vinnie's.
"Put my pants on that rocking chair across the room," he insisted, stepping out of them.
Bending' down, she picked up his pants, took them across the room, and placed them on the chair. She felt mortified, exposing her bare rump to him that way. She saw, turning slightly, the way he was staring at the rounded and smooth cheeks of her buttocks. And when she turned to face him, the sparse pubic curls were once again open for him to see. For some reason, she felt cold, in spite of the fact that it was more than eighty degrees in the basement.
"You know," Gino told her, staring at the pubic curls on her venereal mount. "Everything about you is so fucking dainty. You're such a lady. Humbling a cunt like you is what really gives me pleasure."
The girl began blushing, her entire body turning bright red. She was praying for some avenue of escape. This man was a horrible fiend. "Get over here," Gino insisted. Phyllis obeyed his command, too frightened to do otherwise. She walked over to where the man was sitting ... he had hopped up on the ping pong table . . . and his burning eyes made her more than a little self-conscious of her total nakedness. That he was also naked only enhanced her embarrassment.
"Lie across my lap, face-down," he told her. He really was some kind of a nut. Just what did he intend doing now? Dear God, was there no escape from this insanity?"
"Look, bitch," he snapped. "I ain't got all day. You do like your told, and make me happy, and I'll keep you alive a little longer, knowing I got me a plaything down here. Now you do what I say and lie across my lap. And do it fast."
Phyllis walked up to him, climbed up on to the table, and lay belly down across his lap, with her rounded asscheeks two quivering moons pointed in his direction. His ramrod penis was poking against her lower belly, making her quiver as the seepage from the head of his phallus smeared itself on her trembling flesh. She felt so mortified with her legs and upper half touching the ping pong table while the rest of her was on his scrubby flesh.
"Stay still," he ordered as she squirmed when his right hand began rubbing the rounded cheeks of her buttocks. He was teasing her, lightly fingering her vagina from behind, while his hard cock continued stabbing her belly from underneath. But all she was able to do was lie there and wait for the man to make his next move.
Gino continued caressing her buttocks and the swollen lips of her vagina for a few minutes, enjoying himself immensely, knowing each and every part of her. He slid his finger between her juicing cuntlips, and the woman insisted she would not permit herself the luxury of enjoying what he was doing. It was all wrong, anyway, and it was time for her to take control of herself.
As she lay there, she felt his body suddenly tense. Just why he had tightened up was a mystery to her for all of two seconds. His right hand suddenly came smacking down solidly on her naked ass sending waves of excruciating pain radiating through her writhingly naked body.
Phyllis opened her mouth to scream, but before she was able to do so, another blow landed, knocking all the air out of her. A third blow landed, and a forth, and her buttocks were on fire, burning, hurting her as he continued to spank. He was walloping her tender flesh, hitting her harder with each slap of his hand, making her bare buttocks more and more tender from all the wickedly stinging blows.
From above, Gino stared down at her, watching the telling effect of his open-handed wallops as they continued raining down on her squirmingly defenseless buttocks. All the man's hungry frustrations were being taken out on the round cheeks of her ass as he continued hitting her. The power of his spanking was becoming too much for Phyllis. Her buttocks were already becoming numb.
She began crying again, trying to keep herself from wailing out loud, sniffling, writhing against the hardness of his cock as the beatings became more and more intense. Her initial feelings of humiliation and embarrassment had been replaced by a combination of sorrow and anger because of the vibrant pain shooting through her gluteal cheeks.
Gino was aroused and inflamed by the delightful sight of Phyllis's nakedly round asscheeks as they turned a brighter and brighter red from the powerful blows he was applying to them. He began losing all control as he saw weals open up into narrow cuts. Hell! If she had been all his,"he'd have gone on hitting her until her asscheeks were a mass of bloody flesh. As it was, the tiny cuts were bleeding a little, and the sight enhanced his own sadistic urges.
His ears were completely closed to the pleas that were coming between her sobs as she gasped and cried, feeling more and more agony. He continued hitting her behind until his hand , finally tired. Then, and only then, did he roll her off his lap, letting her fall to the tiled floor.
Phyllis, lying there, was completely puzzled but relieved he was no longer hitting her. She only hoped he wouldn't get it into his head to start kicking her.
"Get on your feet, you cunt," he snapped at her.
She hurried to obey, but as she moved, trying to straighten up, she felt burning waves of intense pain shooting through her tremblingly naked body. Her buttocks were sore, and she knew it would be some time before she'd be able to sit in comfort. Totally naked, she stood before the tormenting Gino, who was still seated on the ping pong table with his legs dangling down, and his cock standing up.
"Walk around a little," he ordered. "I wanna see those ripe, red asscheeks of yours shake a little.
Deathly afraid of antagonizing the mental midget, she began walking back and forth before him. Soon he had her walking toward him, then away from him, his eyes hungrily staring at every last inch of her shuddering body. He looked at the tightness of her rounded hips, and the jelly like shaking of her buttocks made him salivate all the more hungrily.
"Come here," Gino ordered.
Phyllis walked up to him and he reached out and grabbed her breasts. Gripping her by the full mammaries, he tugged her toward him, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, squeezing the fullness of each teat. He leaned down and sucked her right nipple into his mouth, slavering all over it, leaving all kinds of salivary residue on her breast. Then he moved his mouth to her left breast and repeated what he had done to her right one. He hefted them, squeezed them, pulled them, and all but tore them from her body as he continued manipulating and playing with them.
"Yeah, you're really built," he growled, biting her left nipple so hard his teeth barely avoided breaking the skin and drawing blood. "You got one helluva pair of knockers. I can't remember when I've enjoyed a pair of tits more."
Phyllis, though terrified of the man, and angered at the way in which he was manhandling her, enjoyed compliments, even from a halfwit like Gino. She had always been proud of her breasts, enjoying the way men looked at them even if she never permitted them to touch her. Even though she was ashamed of her nakedness, and humiliated that she had to be subservient and do all these terribly obscene and horrible things, it pleased her, inwardly, to know her breasts were being admired.
As Gino watched, his hand gripped his hard cock, massaging it a little, drawing Phyllis's eyes to the rampant organ. It had a bright red tip, just like Vinnie's, but the shank was much whiter, as if the outer layer of skin was continually being rubbed off... by hand.
"Take a good look at his, cockteaser," Gino snapped. "It's hot and hard like this because of you. So it figures you'll have to be the one to take care of it."
Phyllis turned pale as the full implication of what Gino was talking about reached her. Like the others, he was going to use it on her.
"Shall I lie down on the sofa-bed?" She asked.
"Hah! You gotta be kidding. You ain't gonna lie down nowhere."
"What do you mean?" she asked, warily.
"I mean it'd be more'n a little difficult for you to take the swelling out of this cock flat on your back or your belly."
"But I thought... I mean, you said .. ."I said I wanted you to take care of my prick. But your memory seems very poor. Remember what part of your body I claimed would lose it's virginity?"
"Wh . .. what do you mean?" she gasped.
"I mean, you're gonna suck my cock, baby."
Fear made her complexion turn white. Yes, he had mentioned something like that before, but she hadn't feally believed he was serious. No man in his right mind would force a woman to do a horribly disgusting thing like that. Uuuuuggggghhhhhh!!! The mere mention of such a horrendous deed like that was enough to turn her stomach. No! He had to be cruelly tormenting her. He didn't really mean he'd make her put that. . . yuuuccchhhhh . . .-thing in her mouth.
"Please don't say things like that, even if you are kidding," she begged.
"I'm not kidding," Gino told her. "I told you exactly what I want. You get down on your knees over here, right in front of me, and you suck my cock until I blow my load down your throat. And baby, you'll swallow every last little bit of sperm or I'll kick your pretty teeth in."
"My God!" she gasped, totally aghast, realizing he was deadly serious. "Why? For God's sake, why? Do you hate me that much?"
"What the fuck has hate got to do with it? Shit! You're acting as if you've never heard of blowjobs. Come on, baby, giving head is every day practice for a lotta chicks. It's time you learned all about it. Now, do you do it, or do I beat the shit outta you?"
"I'll do it," Phyllis replied, totally resigned, realizing as disgusting as it was, it was better than being physically abused and beaten.
Gino remained where he was, seated on the ping pong table, his throbbing cock bobbing in the air before him as she came close. She had taken a small cushion from the still open sofa-bed, and she put it on the floor so when she sank to her knees the floor didn't hurt her kneecaps.
Gino smiled, then reached forward and grabbed her short, black hair in a tight fist, wrenching her face into position before him. He was going to love watching this pure innocent swallow his cock.
The rough handling once again brought tears to the young woman's eyes. She seemed to be constantly crying around this man, which made her feel even more ashamed of herself. But Gino was totally oblivious to her pain. The change in posture, pressing her buttocks against her heels as she kneeled, brought back floods of agonizing pain from her ravaged and beaten buttocks. Each individual skin cell seemed to be sending a signal of tortured and excruciating discomfort to her mind. She lowered her head and sobbed again and again. The hand- holding her hair tightened its grip, pulling, and more waves of pure, unadulterated agony shot through her beaten, tormented body. As her head was jerked upward, his free hand stretched under her chin, using his thumb on one side and his fingers on the other to press on her jaw hinges. The pain was unberable, and Phyllis found herself forced to open her mouth.
She stared at the massive penis as it came closer and closer, as if in slow motion. She wanted to stave off this horror as long as possible, but there was no way. The penis continued drawing ever closer, and before she was able to even gurgle something, she felt the huge roll of fleshy masculine meat push into her mouth, ramming right against her throat. The gigantic organ was crammed in, stuffing up every little bit of space in her narrow mouth. It was a sensation to which she was not used, and she gagged.
No\ she thought to herself. / can't do this disgusting thing. I have to get away. If I'm going to keep my sanity, I have to stop this, nowl
She was gagging and choking again, but Gino's fingers tightened in her hair, and she knew if she struggled any longer, the pain would not only be greater, but she would end up doing it anyway, and she'd lose half her hair. Whether she liked it or not, she'd have to see this horrible happening through to the end.
"Okay, you cockteasing cunt," Gino laughed. "We're gonna change your name from cockteaser to cocksucker. So, let's make that name a reality you sweet little pussy. Start sucking my cock and by God, you'd better really suck. Don't make me push it in and out of your mouth, 'cause if I do, I'll strangle you with it. Suck me off, you cunt."
To Phyllis, this was the vilest, most abhorrent thing, yet. It would take a sick mind like Gino's to come up with something like this. She panicked as she worried about the right way to please the man. This was the lowest thing a man did to a woman.
Her lips tightened around the pole of flesh, fearful of what he would do if she didn't comply. Her lips pulled, and her tongue pressed itself against the underside as she sucked, strongly.
Gino kept a tight grip on her hair, pulling her face back and forth until she understood and began moving her head back and forth by herself, forcing the stiff shaft to be tightly squeezed between her suckingly pursed lips. Now she began moving her tongue from side to side against the penile underside, and much as she wanted to feel disgusted about what she was doing, she realized, as the moments passed, that she was Starting to feel all kinds of tingles in her own throat. Orgasmic chills began flying through her body, and Phyllis realized her inner physical self was responding to all this in a way entirely different than she had expected. Disgusting as it was, she actually liked it.
Her mouth gripped the throbbing length of masculine stiffness savoring the thrilling taste of his maleness. The oil seeping from the tip in his glans was coating her tongue and the sides of her mouth, and the more of the fluid she tasted, the more she wanted. Little by little she realized that the lubriciousness seeping from his cock had an addictive effect on her. It was slowly but surely dominating her mind, making her forget how awful all this was, building a need in her to continue sucking and slurping.
No, damn it! No! She would not permit her physical self to betray her mind again. The brain was the most powerful part of the human body. It controlled everything. Maybe she was being forced to do this awful sucking, but she would not permit herself to like it. And yet, the contrasts between his glans and his shank as they played against her tongue continued inwardly arousing her. Her oral organ explored the entire length of his throbbing shaft, tasting the rubbery smoothness of his three-quarter inch helmet, feeling the way it flared out all the way around the entire breadth of the penis. On the underside it all came together in a knot. One would expect the rest of the penis to be slightly thinner than the glans, but as her mouth traveled the length of the pole, Phyllis realized it became thicker and thicker as her face came closer to his stiff pelvic hair. Her tongue sensed every winding vein that encircled the throbbing organ.
Without realizing it, she found herself exploring the entire length of his cock with her tongue the way a child would savor a candy cane. The analogy seeped into her mind, wiping out the disgust she was constantly trying to feel, and she was almost amused at the comparison. She was licking at a flesh cane, and though it didn't curve, it was every bit as tasty as any candy she had ever enjoyed.
God! She had to be as mentally sick as Gino. Here she was, performing a stomach-turning effort, and she was enjoying it. God! What was the matter with her? Why was she enjoying this? What reason was there for her feeling wild thrills permeate her body as her mouth continued to wildly suck?
Gino was unable to remain still. His body was hunching back and forth, ramming as much of his turgid meat into her sucking mouth as would fit. The pressure of her lips was driving him wild. Gino had been blown only once before, and then it was by a pro who didn't particularly relish her occupation. She had made it short and quick for him, bringing him off before he'd been truly able to enjoy the pressures of her mouth.
Well with this twat it was different. He was fucking her entire mouth, shoving almost all of his cock inside. Hell! If he was only able to open her esophagus a little, he'd be able to get the last little bit of his cock inside, and that would really be great.
Phyllis reached up to grab hold of that part of his throbbing penis not yet inside her sucking mouth. She made certain it was as wet as the rest of his cock by rubbing saliva on it with her hand, her softly slim fingers delicately stroking the wetly slick organ. She realized that more than half the fluid coating his penis was her own saliva. The rest was his own inner lubrication. God, but he leaked a lot of the oily stuff.
Gino's fingers no longer gripped her hair. Now the two palms of his hands rested almost gently on either side of her pretty face, caressing her cheeks, yet making sure he had complete control over her mouth. He didn't want her to stop sucking all of a sudden. Yes, the grip his palms had on the sides of her face was enough to insure her wonderful mouth would not suddenly release his stiffly throbbing prick.
Without realizing it, Phyllis's mouth settled into an easy pattern of sucking as she licked with her tongue, gently handling most of Gino's pulsating organ. Each time it pushed into her mouth as she thrust her head forward, she felt the urge to allow his glans to penetrate her gullet, but she was still afraid of strangling, and if Gino really liked the feeling, he'd hold her face tight against his groin while his pulsating cock literally choked her to death. One of her hands slid lower and her fingers gently brushed against the hairy pouch containing his heavy balls.
Gino gasped with delight, shuddering, letting her know that her touching him there was a true source of delight to him. So she began regularly cupping the flesh pellets in her dainty palm as she continued stroking the wrinkled flesh.
"Hey, yeah," Gino gasped. "Baby, you got the beat. Just keep that sweet mouth of yours moving. Pull, honey, keep on sucking. Christ! You're a natural cocksucker. Thatta way, you cunt, yeah."
Though she ought to have been disgusted, Phyllis was thrilled by Gino's reaction to what her mouth was doing. Until ten minutes ago, she had never even realized women did things like this with men. And knowing about it, and being revolted by it, she was thrilled to discover she was doing it better than most girls... or so she believed from the way Gino was gasping. In a way, she had wrested control from him. Her mouth on his cock had brought the man under her control. To a limited extent, she knew she'd be able to make Gino do anything she wanted, and this was what would keep her alive more than anything else, because Gino was the kind of low grade moron who would kill anyone harming his fellatrice. And as of now he would certainly" regard her as his private . . . what did he-call it. . . bio wjob artist? Her constant devotion to his horn of cock had him transported to a world of rapturous paradise.
As ridiculous as it sounded, Phyllis was proud of this loathsome accomplishment. This was her first attempt, and yet the man was letting her know she was terrific, doing a wonderful job. This made her redouble her efforts, and she began sucking harder and harder, pulling with her taut lips, making them shape themselves to the cylinder around which they were sucking.
More of the wonderful colorless fluid was rapidly seeping from the tiny slit in the head of his throbbing cock, and she had to admit she liked the taste of it as it coated her entire mouth before running down her throat. It was a very viscous flow, and there were times when she imagined it tasting salty, while at other times her mind pictured it tasting sweet.
Phyllis felt her jaws aching from the effort to merely keep them apart, encircling the huge penis, but she loved what she was doing and so endured the discomfort. Gino's hands no longer touched her face, but gripped the edge of the ping pong table as he slid off to stand where he was and pump insanely. His hips moved as if on swivels, but Phyllis sensed he was fast tiring, and his penis was nowhere near the blastoff point.
"My God!" he gasped. "I can't stand this much longer. If I don't come I swear I'll tear your fucking hair out."
Sliding her mouth from the length of his cock, with her hand still cupping the weight of his balls, she looked up at him and sweetly said, "Why don't you lie down and let me do the work, Gino?"
Like a dark angel from hell she suddenly rose to her feet, her mouth wide open, still dripping the secretions of lubricant deposited there by his cock. She kissed him heartily, plunging her tongue into his mouth, forcing him back until he fell on the ping pong table, his head hitting the wooden table-top.
Phyllis was unable to understand what had taken hold of her. She should be shrinking from anything" like this. Instead, she was not only willingly doing it, but she was taking the lead, revealing to both, Gino and herself, her desire to suck his cock. She had to be insane, but nothing in the world was going to stop her from doing it now that she had started. She was as hungry for his cock as a vampire was for blood.
Opening her mouth as wide as possible, she shaped it to the rounded pole of cylindrical flesh, then moved her head down swiftly, sucking the erect organ into her mouth. This time there was no little bit of cock left outside. Her mouth went down and down and down, the head of his throbbing prick sinking almost easily into her gullet, massaging tingling nerveendings hidden in there, enhancing the thrills even more for her. She choked as the entire length and breadth of the fat penis stuffed and filled every particle of space in her mouth and throat. She was grateful it wasn't
Vinnie's cock, knowing there was every possibility of her dying of strangulation had she engulfed that particularly massive thickness. This penis was broad enough.
The look of surprise on Gino's face changed to one of total and sheer pleasure as he stared down, watching the girlish woman with her childish face fill her narrow mouth with the thickness of his throbbing phallus. Christ! Christ! Christ! This was the first cunt he had ever known who willingly took his cock into her mouth. Shit! To think he had actually thought about killing her. Damn! He'd kill the first person who tried hurting this cunt.
That glorious mouth of hers was his, and he intended fully enjoying it.
Looking down at her, he felt like a ruler of some kingdom who was being duly serviced by the wonderful mouth of a loyal subject. Christ! If these had been other times and other circumstances, he would have taken her to all his one-time friends, introducing her as the girl who willingly sucked his cock, and his alone.
Phyllis had crawled up onto the table, positioning herself on her knees between his legs. Her head bobbed wildly up and down as she continuously sucked his throbbing penis. Deep down inside her, her conscience continued stabbing and berating her for doing this, but her body refused to listen. All she cared about was the hard cock on which she was anxiously sucking. The way it moved through her pharynx, touching and stimulating heretofore untouched nerves made her shudder with passion as she realized her own body was receiving as much from this stimulation as Gino's.
Completely overpowered for the moment, Gino raised himself on his elbows and watched his throbbing cock completely disappear between the woman's lips. And each time her lips pressed against the base of his penis, he felt a tightening around his throbbing phallic tip, which let him know it was being squeezed into the brunette's crushing throat. What thrilled him as much as seeing his pulsing prick disappear into the girl's mouth was watching it reappear all covered with her wet saliva. He loved watching it go in and out with such total rhythm and regularity. The visual titillation was enhancing the level of the man's lust to even greater heights than he'd imagined. He felt his balls swelling in the tightening sac that was drawing up between his thighs, and the aching fullness let him realize just how long it had been since he had climaxed.
Using one arm to balance himself, he tried sitting up and reaching forward with the other arm. His fingers barely reached the top of her dark head. With an effort, he propped his upper body even higher, reaching even farther forward.
This time he was successful, not grabbing her head, but actually gripping one of her dangling breasts with his outstretched hand. His fingers ran over the bloated flesh, finding and pulling her tender nipple.
Phyllis felt the aching lips of her vagina start pouting and swelling from the sensations her body was enjoying. The inner chamber of her vagina was wetting itself down, and her outer lips were swelling with more and more lust. As Gino's fingers pulled on her nipple repeatedly, her vaginal interior became flooded with her own lubricant. Good God! In the first twenty-five years of her life she had never once had this kind of feeling with this kind of lubricious flow. Now, all of a sudden, three times in one day . . . her vagina . . . her cunt as Gino called it, was an ocean of oily fluid.
She sucked the entire length of cock into her mouth, then let it all out, painting the pole of prick with her tongue, lapping and licking, slurping up to the top in time to catch a new flow of drops, snapping them into her mouth and drinking it all down.
Phyllis's hands began smoothly stroking and caressing the man's inner thighs, feeling Gino hump his body up and down each time her fingers teased his tight testicles. After awhile, one hand continued running up and down his inner thighs, while her other hand caressed and rubbed his testicles. She gently touched the hairy sac containing his manhood, her slender fingers continually stroking the wrinkled skin.
Moans coming from the depths of Gino's throat made Phyllis realize how perilously close he was coming to reaching his orgasm. To think her mouth was able to do this to the man. And at the same time she felt pulsations in her own vagina, letting her know how close she was to a climax of her own, in the depths of her body, brought on by the constant massaging of nerves in her throat caused by the movement of his throbbing penis.
Phyllis vigorously renewed her fellatio, feeling the stiff cock swell and enlarge even more until it was so thick she was unable to move it in her mouth. The pressure against her own inner nerve-endings was intensified, and she came, shooting her hot fluid all over the ping pong table, feeling it gush from between her thighs as she gasped, "UUUUURRRRRKKKKKKK . . . GGGGGAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHCCCCC HHHHHAAAAACCCCCK-KKKKUUUGGGHHH . . ."
Gino was no longer able to support himself on his elbow, and fell back, collapsing as he concentrated on the sensation of Phyllis's tongue massaging the underside of his cock as her head bobbed in short, quick nods. He felt as if , he was drifting higher than he'd ever gone, either on booze or grass.
And then the rumbling in his balls began, making him wildly bounce and shudder. Phyllis lapped and sucked, in the shuddering throes of her own climax, bent as she was proving she was paying homage to the cock that now totally dominated her. Not that this one cock was her master. All penises ruled her, though she would shortly again be ashamed to admit it. She sucked all the more strongly, her jaws pained and aching from her efforts, urging the semen in his testicles to rise, rise, rise. And then there was that insane ruminating throughout Gino's entire self.
Committed to her course of action, once again redoubling her oral efforts on the manjs. throbbing penis, she sucked even harder, and Gino gripped his own hair, ready to tear it out of his head.
His words, hurled into the ears of the cocksucking woman merely aroused and inflamed her all the more, enhancing her orgasm that much more as she sucked the stiff prick, pulling harder on it with her tugging lips and licking tongue. God! It tasted so good.
"Don't stop ... don't stop . . ." he begged. "I'm... "uhhhhh. . . going to come... oh yeaghhhh . . . I'm . . . uhhh . . . gonna come in that wonderful hot hole of your mouth you cocksucking cunt."
Phyllis was totally unprepared for his orgasm. She knew he'd be shooting, but had no idea what to expect, and when the flow finally did spurt, it hit the back of her throat, catching her completely off-guard.
The slit in the tip of his expanding prick enlarged as the heatedly white sperm came jetting out again and again. The fluid came out as if under tons of pressure, like oil gushing from a newly discovered well. And the girl sucked, taking it all into her throat, drinking it down as her lips worked hard to keep any of it from dripping down his phallic spire onto his groin.
But it was an unequal contest, this time. Her tiny mouth and narrow throat were no match for the tremendous supply of sperm blasting from the man's balls into his cock, and into her sucking mouth. The white spume dripped from the corners of her mouth as she sucked wildly, swallowing, drinking, pulling down what felt like a full pint of the heavy fluid. And still there was more. She drank and sucked and pulled, letting the heated warmth form a large pool in her waiting belly as she realized the scent and taste of it had totally overpowered her.
His cock shrank rapidly after that. She sucked until it was less than an inch long, and then her long tongue licked his balls and his thighs, lapping up the droplets that had fallen all over him. Her own body had enjoyed yet another convulsive climax.
When it was all over, Gino barely managed to dress, afterwhich he dragged himself up the flight of stairs, leaving Phyllis alone in the basement.
Chapter Five
It was almost midnight, and Phyllis, dressed again in the summer off-the-shoulder blouse and pink skirt she had found, had her shoes and socks on. She was filled with bitter remorse, angry at herself for having yielded to such base inner feelings. The only way for her to escape from all this was to find a way to get away from the three men.
At one point, Sal Vito came down the stairs, and she was afraid that he was going to insist on using her body, but Vito was too tired out from his earlier experience with her. He insisted she strip down, and he took all the clothing upstairs, including the costumes in the closet. He wanted to make sure Phyllis didn't try anything.
Once Vito was gone, the naked girl took the butter knife she had found in the downstairs kitchen, and she used it to force open the door in the middle of the room. Light from the room shone into the dark area, and Phyllis realized she was in a kind of storeroom. And at the far end of the storeroom where it touched an outside wall, she saw a wooden set of doors in the ceiling that opened upward. This was her chance.
There was absolutely nothing she could find to use to cover her nakedness, and so she decided she'd rather risk being seen naked, than remain. The latch on the wooden doors opened easily enough, and. when she pushed them open, they opened silently, as if the hinges had been oiled the previous autumn, before the family that lived there had gone. She climbed the steps leading into the outer yard, noting the entire upstairs was dark. Staying close to the ring of outer hedges, she made her way to the gap in them, and began walking along the dirt road. She had no idea where she was headed, but she did know she intended being a long way away from that place the following morning, when the bank robbers came looking for her.
The dirt road hurt her sensitive feet, but she kept on walking, not daring to stop. The half moon was high in the sky, and it lit her way. Luckily it was a warm night. She hurried as fast as possible, walking for hours. She saw no cars and no sign of lived-in houses.
Four hours passed and she became very tired. She wanted to find a place to sleep, but didn't dare. Dawn would be coming up shortly. She had to hurry. And that was when she saw the lone car parked on the dirt road. She was certain it wasn't any of the three robbers, since they had a van. And as she got closer, she saw a man behind the wheel.
He was napping.
Walking up to the car, she knocked on the window. At first, the man didn't hear her, so she knocked louder. He was a short, dark man with black hair and a straight nose. He had a small slash for a mouth, and when he opened his eyes, Phyllis saw how closely set together they were. .
He stared at her, at first unable to believe what he was seeing. What, he wondered, was a totally naked girl doing here, alone at this time of the morning?
Phyllis begged him to lower the window. He opened it a crack, and asked, "What do you want?"
"Please, mister," Phyllis said to him. "I was kidnapped by three men, yesterday, while working in a bank. Please, I just got away from them. They did horrible things to me. Take me to a police station."
"Get in," the man said, unlocking the door on the passenger side of the car. It was a four-door
Volare.
Grateful, Phyllis hurried into the car, and for the first time began breathing evenly when the man started the car up.
"The police are a long way away from here," he told her. "And I don't think you want to face them like that. If I might make a suggestion, why not let me take you to where you can get some clothing, and a good meal, and then I'll take you to the police."
"Oh, anything," Phyllis told him. "Anything, but get me away from here."
The man drove for the better part of an hour, and Phyllis was so wrought up, she stared straight ahead, looking through the windshield. She was grateful the man didn't try sneaking looks at her nakedness. She felt embarrassed enough as it was.
The area to which he drove seemed as deserted as the one where the three bank robbers had taken her. There were a lot of homes grouped on the street, but at that time of the morning no lights were on, creating the appearance of being deserted.
"Come on," the man told her. "I'll give you a dress and some food, then we'll call the police and they'll come and get you. Okay?"
"Mister, that'd be terrific."
"Just call me Howie," he told her. "That's my name. Howard Brandt. I live here."
"Are you married?" Phyllis asked, as they left the car and hurried to the front door of the small ranch-style house.
"Divorced . .. twice," he told her. "Gee, that's a shame," she said as he opened the door and they entered the house.
He led her to a bedroom and told her there were all kinds of feminine clothes in the closets and dresser. The room had once been a storage place belonging to one of his wives. She noticed he still didn't stare at her nakedness. It was good to be with a man who respected her. Or did he? Was he a closet queer to have so many female clothes around the house? There seemed to be something wrong with him. He was too quiet. Oh heck! Why should she be so suspicious? Here a man does her a favor, and she thinks there's something wrong with him.
Once she was dressed, she found her way to the kitchen, and she saw the man was making hot chocolate. He had set out bread and butter. She was thankful there was no cheese to remind her of what she had eaten while a prisoner of the three bank robbers. He offered her tuna salad, but she thanked him and refused, claiming the bread, butter, and hot chocolate was enough. She sat at the table, drank some of the hot chocolate, and that was when she began dozing off. And then she was completely asleep.
Chapter Six
When she awoke, it was late afternoon. She knew this by the position of the sun. She had needed that sleep. As she stretched, she suddenly realized she was totally naked again.
Sitting up, she realized she was locked in the bedroom. The door was tightly closed, and when she got out of bed to try arid open it, it wouldn't give. And the windows all had wires on the outside, preventing anyone from breaking in or out.
A newspaper had been carefully laid out on the dresser. The headline caught her eye immediately. Mountainside Strangler Strikes Again.
Phyllis read the article in the paper and realized there was a killer loose in the area known as the Mountainside Strangler. Most of his victims were found, but many weren't. He buried all of them in shallow graves. According to the medical examiner, each girl was raped multiple times before she was eventually strangled. The various descriptions given by different people who thought they had seen the strangler at one time or another all tallied, and the description matched that of Howard Brandt.
Good God! What had she gotten herself into, now?
The reason for Brandt being on that lonely stretch of road had to be because he had just finished burying another victim. And now she was alone with the man, in his home. And her having seen him while knowing where he lived meant only one thing; he intended eventually killing her, too. According to the paper, the Strangler was consistent, spreading his kills over two-week periods. So unless he intended immediately killing her and leaving her body around the house for two weeks, her only immediate danger was that of rape. Phyllis sat alone in the room, realizing he had given her the clothes to lull her into a false sense of security while he drugged her. That was why she had fallen asleep so quickly.
She waited for about two hours, and then heard a key turn in the door lock. When the door opened, she faced Brandt, who still seemed relatively normal.
"Why did you do this?" she asked.
"It's very simple," he replied. "I have fits. I can't control them, and when I do, I kill the girl with me. Obviously I didn't dare take you to a police station, and since you'd seen my car, possibly getting the license number, I certainly didn't dare let you go free."
"And so you'll kill me just like the others?" she asked, her voice dropping almost below audibility.
"Probably," he nodded. "You see, when I don't have those fits, I can't kill. It's not in me. I never really wanted to kill in the first place, but after it happened that first time, I just kept on doing it."
"Why?" Phyllis asked.
"Perhaps because I feel inadequate as a male. That's why I make the females perform all kinds of sexual things with me, too."
"Are you going to do things like that with me, too?"
"That's why I'm here, now. Look, I'm not going to kid you. There's only one way out of this house, and that's through the front door. I have the only key, so I'll tell you the same thing I've told many of the other girls. The only way you'll get that key is to sexually wear me out. Now you have about two weeks to do just that. Women are supposed to outlast men by about fifty to one. So all you have to do is wear me out to the point where I'm so beat, I won't be able to stop you when you take the key from on top of the dresser." And he took a key from his pocket and put it on the dresser.
"My God!" Phyllis gasped. "I can't do that. That's shameful."
"It's the only way you'll get out of here." "How many other girls did you tell this to?"
Phyllis asked.
"Exactly twenty-three," he replied. "And you outlasted each of them?" "I'm extremely virile, even though I'm only five-feet-five inches tall."
"And I'll bet all those other girls tried just about anything and everything." "They did," Brandt nodded. "Well I won't do it," Phyllis insisted. "It's wrong. I won't use my body."
"Even if you don't try to wear me down, I'm going to fuck you," Brandt insisted.
"Please," Phyllis said to him. "I've been through so much hell. Must you become a part of it?"
"You have a very clean pussy," Brandt told her. "I sniffed it when I undressed you. Habit of mine, sniffing pussies. Let's me know just about how often and how long I can use them. I'll tell you this much. Yours smelled so nice, it might be enough to keep me from going bananas in two weeks, when the moon is half full. It always happens to me during the half full moon, when the half moon is either ascending or descending.
Every two weeks, though once, and once only, I was so hot for a girl's cunt, I kept my sanity an extra two weeks. Funny, she was the only one who didn't try using her cunt to wear me out. I had to force her every time. And I probably fucked her more than two or three of the others put together"
"Since you're intent on eventually killing me," Phyllis told him, "I see no reason for me to be cooperative."
Brandt didn't argue with her. He walked over to where she was standing, and before she realized it, he had looped a cord around her wrists, tying them in front of her. Then he made her walk over to one of the two closets in the room. This one was empty, except for the long bar on which hangers were hung. Only it was a good seven feet off the floor. There was a footstool in the closet, and Brandt made her stand on it, standing on it himself, while he tied her wrists to the bar. Then he stepped down off the stool, and kicked it out from under her so she hung suspended by her bound wrists, her feet slightly more than an inch off the floor.
"Excellent," Brandt nodded.
Phyllis twisted, first one way, than another.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"You'll see," he told her, and he removed a wide, flat belt from around his waist.
"Oh God, no!" she pleaded. "Don't hit me. Oh please don't hit me. I've been hurt so much, already."
"You don't understand," Brandt told her. "I enjoy hitting helpless women. It arouses me and makes me lustful."
As he spoke to her he stripped down, and she saw his penis was dangling flaccidly between his thighs. From what she saw, it was large considering how short the man was.
"Don't make me bleed," she begged. "It hurts so much." jgjj
Brandt didn't reply. He folded the belt, making a loop of it, then brought his arm back and whacked her buttocks as her back spun to face him.
"Eeeeeyyyyyiiiiiil" Phyllis shouted, feeling the searing agony tear through her flesh.
Brandt brought his arm back again, and this time the flat belt swatted her flat tummy, making her screech again. Each time he hit her she yelled, and each time he made sure the belt landed somewhere else, hitting one breast, then another, then hitting her left lower thigh, her right upper back, and each time his penis seemed to stiffen a bit more.
"My God!" she gasped, "how can you do this to me? I never did anything to hurt you."
"You didn't," he admitted, "but another female did. She's the first woman I ever killed. My second wife. And I guess I'm killing her again and again and again. Each time I whip a female I'm whipping Marilyn .. . that was her name. I beat her over and over, and I get so much pleasure from it, I become erect, and then I can fuck her, by fucking you. You see, Marilyn was very, very straitlaced. She only dug the missionary style, so I had to fuck her in every hole. You know, I even fucked her after I killed her, but it wasn't much fun. That's why I had to go and find another Marilyn, and another, and another. She comes back to life for me each time, just as she's returning to life in your body. Do you understand?"
Phyllis understood, all right. The man was a complete whacko. There was nothing, absolutely nothing she'd be able to do or say to stop him. Outfucking him would be impossible. Raging maniacs were known for fits of priapism, and his penis would either remain permanently hard, or would harden every time he beat her. Her one hope was to stay alive and outhink him.
Whack! The belt came down on her again, and searing agony burned through her. Yet he didn't break her skin. She didn't bleed at all. But the pain was unbearable. The strain on her wrists was starting to tell, too. The cord was cutting into her flesh, and it wouldn't be long before her wrists were soaked with her own blood.
"Now," Brandt told her, throwing the belt aside, "you are going to be consummately fucked in your cunt from the rear as you dangle there. And you'll love every bit of it. I know, because every time I fuck you, Marilyn, you do come."
"I'm not Marilyn," Phyllis gasped. "Please, I'm not Marilyn."
"What... oh . .. yes ... of course, you aren't Marilyn," he repeated. "To me, all women become Marilyn. That's why I eventually kill them. You can understand that?" he asked, using the stool to climb up and untie her wrists.
Phyllis understood, all right. She understood he was psychotic, and though he claimed he wouldn't kill for at least another two weeks, he just might be nutsy enough to kill her if she didn't think her way out.
He walked over to the bed and sat, staring at her, and said, "Come here, Marilyn."
Here we go with Marilyn again, she thought. "Yes, Howie dear," she replied, her voice quavering.
She was certain all the other girls had continually insisted they weren't Marily, too. Perhaps, just perhaps, if she did the opposite, agreeing to be Marilyn, and obeying his every whim for a little while, anyway, disgusted as she was, she might be able to save her life. The important thing was to make him think Marilyn had changed toward him.
"Spread those luscious legs," he told her, when she stood nakedly in front of him.
Trembling with humiliation, Phyllis did as she was ordered. At this point, her mind was almost innured to this, having been through so much. She had been certain nothing was worse than the treatment she had received from Gino Ballardo, not to mention his brother, and the gangleader, Sal. But it was obvious she was wrong. Nothing that happened the previous day compared to this evil degradation. This man obviously had such a hate for his dead wife, Marilyn, that he treated all new "Marilyns" like the whores he believed his wife should have been, at least to him.
Rudely, Brandt reached up and jabbed two outstretched fingers into her narrowly clenched vaginal slit. He drove his fingers straight up so that the walls of her tender vaginal interior were aflame, burning with the throbbing sharpness of the pain he was inflicting. He jammed his fingers in deeper, churning them, rotating them, shoving them into what was a surprisingly wet vagina. Phyllis realized she was definitely wet inside, and it occurred to her, much as the beating had hurt her, it had caused the juices in her teeming pussy to start flowing again. Even so, the pressure of Brandt's fingers made her wince with pain. The son of a bitch was hurting her.
Totally oblivious to Phyllis's feelings, Brandt roughly yanked her toward him using his fingers in her lewdly stretched pussy for leverage, yanking her closer and closer until her wet vagina was mere inches from his face. Tugging his fingers out, he reached farther between her legs, gripping the rounded moons of her jiggling buttocks, ramming his face between her thighs, letting his tongue leap out to lap at the softly fringed lips of her vagina. Not that Phyllis objected to his cunnilingual efforts, but she immediately noticed he lacked the natural talent of Vinhie Ballardo. Strange, how the thought of comparison ran through her mind at a time like this, when she was terrified out of her wits. In addition, her never-ending conscience was once again brow-beating her for even thinking of enjoying the pressure of the man's small tongue. Though he was far from expert at it, Brandt continued deftly working his tongue in and out, letting it lasciviously flick against the growing extension of her clitoris. He held her firmly in place as he lapped, covering the pink button with great amounts of saliva.
Phyllis wriggled, ashamed, yet unable to prevent herself from enjoying the feeling of his moving tongue. The right or wrong of it was no longer important, she insisted to herself. The only thing that really mattered was survival. She found herself trembling with unwanted shivers of thrilling excitement. Though she subconsciously attempted to obey her conscience by ignoring the salacious tremors shooting through her body, feeling them radiate outward, she felt herself slowly but surely surrendering to what was physically being visited on her. Brandt's hungrily seeking oral organ pressed into the soft, fleshy folds of her shivering vagina, awakening her clitoris more and more, making it tremble and throb as blood filled it, extending it. Involuntarily, her thighs began spasmodically shuddering as she fought down moans of sexual hunger beginning to rapidly build in her inner self. This whole thing was ridiculously impossible, but it was happening. After having been raped by three strange men and trapped by a psychotic strangler ... events she was certain ought to have frozen her inner sexual responses forever ... she was becoming aroused again. Her body was slowly but surely beginning to respond with all ... too ... familiar shudders of heatedly hungry lust as the man's flaming tongue burned licentiously between her helplessly spread thighs. Burning tears scalded their way down her cheeks as she realized her body would always betray her from this point on. It was never hers to control again.
Brandt sensed the mounting excitement in this new "Marilyn," and he continued cruelly taunting her body, savoring the delicious humiliation her outpouring tears told him she was feeling. Good! Marilyn needed to be constantly humiliated.
"Thatta way," he murmured between slurps. "It's about time you started acting like a hot twat for your 'husband.' I hated it when you were a frigid bitch. I really hated it. Now, suppose you get that lovely body of yours on the bed, face-down, and make sure you wiggle that ass a lot while you lie there. Seeing your asscheeks shake really gets me stirred up, Marilyn"
He rose from the bed, and proceeded to walk to the dresser, nakedly standing there with his penis pointed in her direction. God! He had a big cock for such a short man. It was bigger than Gino's, it was even bigger than Sal's, though not quite as big as Vinnie's.
"Lie on your back for a minute, with your thighs wide apart, and finger yourself," Brandt said to her. "You never did that before, Marilyn. I'd like to see it."
"I can't," Phyllis gasped, realizing his desires were too licentious for her. Her conscience had just enough control over her to prevent her from deliberately behaving like a whore. God! She had been through so much, already. This man was totally inhuman. Her brain was ready to explode with all the shame she had been forced to undergo. She began sobbing hysterically, her face buried in her cupped hands.
"Again, Marilyn?" Brandt yelled. "You always back off and cry when I want you to do something different. Hey, it was a real miracle you got this far without breaking out in tears. I guess this is when the 'fighting back' starts, huh, Marilyn? You bitch! You always made me force you to do everything. Well, that suits me fine. I'll be more than happy to force you again."
He reached for the belt he had thrown aside, and Phyllis, seeing it, turned on her belly just in time to feel the full lashing sting of the belt against her asscheeks.
"Aaaaaaagggg-hhhhhh . . . oooooowwwwwwwww . . ." she screamed, leaping off the bed and heading for the dresser, figuring she might grab the key, make her way out of the room, and manage to escape from the house. But Brandt was much too fast for her. He grabbed her body with the flat of his belt, making her shriek with agonized pain. Then, as she realized it was useless for her to try escaping, he threw her back on the bed where she rolled herself up into a ball. He was on her in an instant, unrolling her as he stared into her eyes, the gleam of a total maniac filling his own eyes as he snapped, "One more trick like that, Marilyn, and I'll really give you a good reason to cry. Now lie down flat and flip over onto your belly."
Not daring to resist any further, and being totally despondent at this point for not even being able to outpsych the man, Phyllis did as she was ordered. What the hell did it matter? Unless she was able to dredge up some kind of miracle, in two weeks it'd be all over for her. The man would kill her and bury her as he buried so many other girls. At this point living seemed totally hopeless and useless. Let him have his way. Since she was a dead girl anyway, what did it matter how she was shamed and embarrassed.
"Turn around," Brandt told her, "so you can face the mirror on the dresser. Honey, I want you to see it coming." And she turned around, still face-down, facing toward the mirror. "Now up on your knees," he snapped. Just like Sal, she thought. In the dresser mirror, Phyllis was able to stare at her reflection as well as that of Howard Brandt. She saw the madman reach down and tightly grip the softly pliant flesh of her tender hips. He pulled them upward until he had her balanced on all fours the way he wanted her, with the white cheeks of her buttocks, reddened a bit by his belt, waving lewdly from side to side like some kind of banner.
In spite of his insanity, or perhaps because of it, Howard Brandt's eyes roamed wildly over the young woman's beaten body, enjoying the contrasts in her flesh, where his most recent belt marks were a bright red, and previous belt marks were a fading pink, and the few areas where his belt hadn't touched were still ivory white. The sight of her dangling breasts made him feel even hotter. God! He really wanted to fuck this one. But she had to be punished a bit more for her insubordination. And she deserved every bit of it, the bitch.
Getting onto the bed, moving on his knees, he went behind her, forcing her lush, shapely thighs even farther apart. Her head was down, her short hair dangling on either side of her pretty face. The insane man grabbed a handful of her dark hair and yanked -her head up roughly, forcing her to confront her image in the mirror across the room.
"I said I wanted you to look at yourself, Marilyn," he snapped. "Now get a good, long look."
Still holding her hair tightly he used the fingers of his other hand to caress her rounded buttocks, sliding them into the tightly quivering crack between them. He probed until his finger found the tightly puckered hole of her clenched anus. Only once had a finger entered her there, massaging her back tunnel until it had slipped in. It had been Vinnie's finger. Now, Brandt didn't bother massaging or enlarging or working her anal opening until it was widely stretched. He pressed the tip of his forefinger solidly against it, rotating it until the tight clench of her sphincter finally began giving way. And little by little his finger began worming its way into her. Phyllis flinched, gasping, as the man's lewdly driving finger pushed farther and farther into her rear tunnel..She was dry inside, but that didn't stop Brandt. He simply kept pushing and pushing and pushing. Phyllis tried squirming away from the impressing finger, but Brandt's grip on her short hair was so tight that any additional movement on her part threatened to have it out by the roots. She had no choice. She had to agonizingly endure the driving attack of his finger into her rectum, and her entire body now seemed to be a single conglomeration of tortured shame and painful humiliation.
Brandt continued driving his index finger into the tight tunnel of her narrow rectum, and it reflexively squeezed itself tightly around his driving finger. He remained oblivious to her grimaces and gasps of sudden pain. He twisted his finger inside her a little so he was able to use his middle finger against the wide-open split of her tender vagina. He reached lower and lower, finally finding and massaging her extended clitoris, making the aching bud swell even more. Still gripping her short hair with the one hand, he began moving his two fingering probes deftly back and forth, the one finger driving in and out of her rectum, while the other finger continually massaged her wet slit and rubbing her tender clitoris. He might not have the natural expertise Vinnie had shown, but he seemed to know what he was doing. Warm rivulets of heated oil flowed from her vagina, and though most of it dripped down between her thighs, some little of it managed to surround the last digit of his forefinger, and as he slid it into her ass again and again, it began moistening the tender tunnel. Her vaginal interior began involuntarily contracting and expanding, acting as if her vagina had a will of its own.
Phyllis's pelvic muscles lurched insanely as heated sensations of constantly renewed lust and delight began surging through her entire body.
"Hhhhuuuunnnggghhh!" she gasped, almost choking on her own saliva as Brandt's salaciously questing fingers continued twisting, massaging, and stroking her unbearably sensitive flesh as his other finger continued sinking deeper and deeper into her tightly clenching bowel. The maddening mixture of his moving fingers was doing its work, and she was responding just as she had to Sal, Vinnie, and Gino. Despite the shameful posture she was assuming, with her licentiously upthrust asscheeks waving defenselessly in the air as Brandt gripped her hair, forcing her head farther and farther back, forcing her to watch the lewd display of her body in the mirror attached to the dresser. She once again found herself unable to fight down the licentious delight surging through her tender body, causing her to flush with heatedly quaking pleasure.
"Uuuuuuunnnnnhhhhh!" she gasped again, and without realizing it she pressed her buttocks back against the probe of his rigidly erect forefinger, now feeling wild thrills as it pumped into her rectum as far as it was able to go.
Sensing the woman's mounting responses, some of Brandt's insane anger lessened, replaced by fascination that she was behaving properly as a result of what he was doing. His inner madness was at its lowest level since he had just strangled "Marilyn" again the previous night. He was relaxing, starting to enjoy the naked lust with which she was starting to respond. Every now and again he realized it was not his dead wife with whom he was playing, but the strange, naked girl he had picked up the previous night... or was it earlier that morning. That she wasn't Marilyn didn't deter him. Even in his most lucid moments he knew he'd eventually go mad and kill this one, as he had killed all the others, so he was determined to enjoy her body to the utmost. And then his mind would slip back into insanity, and he would speak to her as if she were his dead wife. "Maybe I should've done this a long time ago, Marilyn," he gasped, enjoying the feeling of her struggles as they dissolved into writhing sexual desire. "Yes, I should have pulled you down from that damn pedestal on which I'd put you and ground you into the dirt as you deserved. And each time you gave me the excuse of a headache, I should have given you a real headache by slapping you silly. After awhile you might have really come around."
Phyllis's only response was to groan and sigh with incoherent mumbling, feeling ripples of delightful pleasure, created by Brandt's still actively probing fingers, as they moved and charged and surged through the private, hidden parts of her body.
The mere sight of her, helplessly shivering with a combination of lust and pain acted on the man's sanity and consciousness like an aphrodisiac. Whether the cunt liked it or not, she was his for as long as it pleased him, to do with as he wished, and the very idea made his entire body feel alive and throbbing with salaciously masculine urge to totally dominate. As with all the other females he had controlled, he began enjoying the sadistic power he had over this one. His own second wife had been the domineering one, at least until the last two weeks of her life, when he had taken over, eventually killing her. Now he was dominating the woman again. His mind saw her strictly as his wife, voluptuous, big-breasted, swollen-hipped, and most definitely fuckable. And she was so deliciously and lasciviously splayed before him, he was really going to enjoy giving it to her. She might have been a stranger, but the fact was, in his own mind she was his frigid bitchy wife, and this enhanced the feeling for him all the more, building the macabre sensations to a new pitch, his belief in his justifiable anger spurring him on, providing more fuel for the fire of his insane lust.
"You always were a snotty bitch, Marilyn," he snapped. "You wanted the lights out, and then you even insisted I lay all over you to hide the sight of what we were doing from each other, even in darkness. Well this time it's going to be different, my love. This time we're leaving the lights on, and we're using the mirror to make certain you are delectably able to see yourself fucked and fucked and fucked again."
Skillfully, he continued to rub, massage, and tease the pink bullet of her clitoris, so that what should have been a sob of degredation at the announcement of his intention emerged from Phyllis's throat as a loud groan of thrilling pleasure as the hungry churning for sexual fulfillment continued rapidly building in her belly.
"I'm tempted to fuck you in the ass, Marilyn," Brandt muttered, "because I know you've never been fucked there before. And you would start out crying in pain and end up moaning with delight. Eventually, I will fuck that ass of yours. It will be a pleasure for both of us. But for now, I'm going to fuck you like a whore, because underneath all that frigidity, Marilyn, you're as much a tramp as any woman in the streets. Tell me, would you like me to stab your cunt from the rear?"
"Just what am I supposed to say?" Phyllis asked. "I mean, exactly what is it you want to hear me say? Tell me, and I'll say it."
"I want to hear you beg for it," he replied. "I want to hear you plead and tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you. I mean, does my idea of fucking your cunt from the rear intrigue you, or would you rather I fuck your ass? Or maybe you'd like me to squat on your lovely face and jam my cock down your throat. So come on, Marilyn, tell me, just where is it you want me to fuck you?"
"In... my.. . cunt, I guess," she sighed, trembling with renewed humiliation.
"You guess? What kind of shit is this? Tell me like you really mean it, you bitch."
"All right!" Phyllis shrieked. "You son of a bitch, you're so hot to fuck me, then fuck my cunt. And you want to do it from the rear, then go ahead. Fuck my cunt from behind like I'm some kind of bitch in heat." Because that is precisely what I am, the tormented young woman inwardly screamed to herself. I'm a bitch in heat who's learning to spread her legs for every weirdo pervert who comes along and beats the hell out of me. Goddamn it all to hell, I like fucking. No, I love fucking.
"That's a little better," Brandt sneered, gripping his solidly long shaft in one of his hands and positioning it at the opening to her vaginal orifice. "Now watch the mirror you fucking bitch . . . watch carefully and see yourself getting a cock up your cunt from behind."
Grabbing her smoothly rounded hips in both his clutching hands, Brandt abruptly tugged her kneeling body backward, and at the same time plunged his throbbing cock forward, using all his strength so that his fully erect phallus hit the bullseye perfectly, ramming into the tightness of her vaginal tunnel right to the hilt in a single plunge, nearly lifting the poor woman off the bed with the force of it.
"AaaaayyyyaaaagggghhhhH!!" Phyllis shrieked as she felt the penis hammer shudderingly past the tip of her womb-opening and slide to the depths of her dripping cunt. He didn't wait for her interior to adjust to his breath, but instantly pulled back, tugging out everything but his glans, and she instantly braced herself for the next forward spiking. She knew it would come immediately, and Brandt didn't disappoint her. He pounded into her again and again and again. The licentiously swollen prick drove in and out of her body with wickedly cruel force, while his hands tightly gripped the fleshy expanse of her rounded asscheeks, pulling her backwards to meet every malloting stroke.
"Reach back under your cunt and caress my balls," Brandt insisted. "And don't get any funny ideas about crushing my nuts, because if you do, I can always break your neck with a quick chop of my hands. Come on, you goddamn bitch, do it now, and make me feel good."
Too degraded at this point to bother answering, Phyllis simply sighed, and then reached between her thighs, feeling around until she felt the weighty sac of his dangling scrotum. By now, she was fully aware of precisely how sensitive a man's balls were, but she knew she didn't have the strength to hit them hard enough to get him off her without his hitting her and probably killing her. The hairy sac was grazing the smooth flesh of her inner thighs it dangled so low. The sac, itself, was heatedly wrinkled flesh, and the tender balls inside were smooth to her touch as she ran her fingers lightly over them. And all the while his furiously pounding prick continued wildly surging in and out of her sucking cunt, building more and more waves of passion inside Phyllis. The slight shift in her position caused by her having to feel his balls moved her a bit more forward on the bed. Ahead of her, in the dresser mirror, she saw the obscene image of herself, her naked buttocks high in the air behind her. Howard Brandt's nakedly tensed torso, with every inner muscle responding with fevered desire, fucked wildly into her, as his hands continued luridly caressing her, sometimes touching her hips, sometimes reaching out and gripping her dangling breasts. She felt the ever-tightening pressure of her vaginal muscles as they automatically clung to the moving girth of his hotly plunging cock.
Though she was frightened and terrified, Phyllis found herself thinking of the cock fucking into her. She didn't think of Howard Brandt as much as she did of the hard cock that was moving in and out of her taut vagina. Her mother was wrong, .. this much was obvious. True, her mother had every right to fear pregnancy after nearly dying while giving birth to her, but there were so many ways to prevent pregnancy today, there was no need to fear it. She had no idea whether or not she would escape from this alive, but she did know she wasn't going to worry about becoming pregnant, anymore. If she did manage to survive this, she'd receive proper treatment at a hospital, and if she didn't. . . well then, there really wasn't anything to worry about.
As she found herself becoming absorbed with the feelings of the man inside her, she discovered her own sensations were enhanced immeasurably. Perhaps she was wrong, and maybe she was a whore at heart, but by God, fucking was fun, and if she survived the ordeal of this madman, she fully intended enjoying it at every future opportunity, but with men of her choice.
Abruptly, she felt overwhelmed with desire for the hard cock that was filling her tight cunt. She wanted to fully enjoy it, and so, for the moment, she shut Howard Brandt's madness out of her mind. He fucked into her with wild, demonic force, and she no longer thought of herself as enduring all this, but truly enjoying it. Maybe he would end up killing her, but until he did, she had at least two whole weeks of enjoyment, and she intended fucking as often during her waking moments as her body would allow.
Her hands increased the careful stroking of his heavy balls, feeling the testicles rhythmically dance in the sac containing them. She raised her eyes to the mirror and stared at Brandt's face, seeing the unbelieving look on it as she continued caressing his balls.
"You're not Marilyn," he grunted, fucking harder and faster.
"Shut up and fuck," she snapped back at him, further pulling him out of his self-imposed stupor.
She was willingly fucking him.
"Oh Jesus, oh God, oh wow!" Brandt began groaning as the mounting pressure in his swelling testicles became all but unbearable.
"Ohhhhhh yessssss . . ." Phyllis hissed. "Keep doing it. Fuck me, Howie, fuck me good. Fuck me until I scream with delight. Come on, Howie, you can do it, you can do it.. .."
"God, but you do have a tight cunt," he gasped.
]sYou're the .. . uuuuuggggghhhhh . . . first woman I've ever fucked who I didn't . . . uuuuuuggggghhhhh. . . think was Marilyn all the way through. Jesus! What the hell is there . .. ohhhhhhhhh . . . about you that's so .. . uuuunnnngggghhhh . . . goddamn special. I know you . . . you're Phyllis . . . not Marilyn. And I'm fucking the shit out of you and I'm loving it, just like I can tell you're loving it. All those other
"Marilyns' let me fuck them, even encouraged me, but none of them squeezed my cock this tight in their cunts. I can tell. . . you really like it. . . ohhhhhhh . . ."
"Yes, yes, yes," Phyllis urged. "I love your cock inside me. Oh Godddddd . . . fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. ..."
"AAAAAIIIIIYYY-YYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH . . . HHHHEEEEAAAAGGGGHHHH . . ." Brandt bellowed, and began firing heavy ropes of semen into the tight depths of Phyllis's crushing vagina. The pounding pressure of his splashing semen was all she needed to set her off, and she shouted, "EEEEEYYYYYIIIIII . . . AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!"
And then Howard Brandt collapsed on top of her, spurting his sperm into her again and again. His penis didn't shrink, and he fucked Phyllis in that same position three more times until his cock finally shriveled. But then he took the key from the dresser and locked her into her room. Phyllis was already asleep.
Chapter Seven
It was dark out when Phyllis heard the key turning in the lock again. At first she thought it was Howard Brandt coming back for more, but she heard strange voices as the door opened, and when the light from the hallway fell across the bed, the two men staring at her were just as astonished as she.
"Who are you?" she asked, noting one of the men had a face full of hair, while the thinner, taller one was clean-shaven.
"Quite frankly," the bearded one told her, "we're here to rob the house, just as we've robbed all the other houses on this block. Funny, but the guy in the next room was the only one to wake up of all the people around here."
"Where is he now?" Phyllis asked, her heart pounding as she saw this as her opportunity to escape.
"He's fast asleep," the tall, slender one told her. "Micky, here, had to wallop him with a stillson wrench. I don't figure him to wake up for a day or two."
"You don't mind if Gordon and I finish robbing the house, do you?" the bearded one asked. Phyllis noticed he was a bit chubby, with a merry twinkle in his eye.
"Go right ahead," Phyllis told them, all set to leap out of bed, put on some clothing, and leave as quickly as possible.
"Hey," the slender one known as Gordon, said. "She's one nice-looking broad, all naked like that. Shee-itt!!! It's like being invited to fuck her."
"Oh God, no!" Phyllis said, dully, no longer afraid of anything, but not really in the mood to placate two thieves.
"Aw, c'mon," the one called Mickey, the chubby one with the beard said. "Don't give us any trouble. We've had a rotten night. Most of the houses around here don't have enough things worth stealing. So make the night worthwhile for us, huh?"
"Yeah," Gordon, the thin one nodded. "How about it?" And as he talked, his hand reached between his thighs to stroke his already swelling bulge.
"Please ..." Phyllis begged, now out of back and standing with her back against the dresser. "I've been raped, beaten, and hurt in every possible way. All I want is to get out of here. Have a heart." "No deal, honey," the one called Mickey replied. "Whatever's happened to you hasn't been our fault. I don't know what you have going with the shnook in the other room, but I think it only fair you give me some pussy."
Before Phyllis had a chance to reply, he lunged forward and grabbed the startled young woman by her shoulders, pulling her roughly against him, kissing her solidly on the mouth, letting his beard and mustache tickle her face while licentiously grinding his hips against her naked pelvis. Phyllis wriggled desperately, as, for some reason, all her old fears and cautions suddenly returned. Once again she felt like the prude of old, and the fact that these two strange men were staring at her nakedness bothered her. That one of them was touching her and feeling her disturbed her even more. She squirmed, trying to get out of the man's grasp, but Mickey was not to be stopped. His immense cock was already twitching with rampant excitement in his pants. He was suddenly hungry with a strong, inner lust, feeling anxious desire, feeling the urgent need to force the voluptuous woman into another shamelessly submissive sexual act.
Sliding his heavy hands up along her slender hips and sides, he felt the fullness of her breasts, squeezing them firmly, but not twisting and pulling on them as Gino had done. Though she felt ashamed and embarrassed at all that was happening, Phyllis sensed the thrill shooting through her body because of the way the man touched her breasts. And then one hand slid down her flat belly, between her thighs, and a finger wormed its way into the wetness of her pink feminine slash. The extended middle finger lewdly probed into her vaginal orifice, eagerly seeking the tiny hole that led into the tight, narrowly pulsating pussy in her shivering body.
"We gonna fuck her in here?" Gordon, the skinny one, asked, nochalantly proceeding to remove his own clothing.
"No, I think it would be more correct to fuck this genteel lady in the living room," Mickey replied. "Go in there and make sure the curtains are drawn. Who knows, maybe we'll turn the radio on low and listen to a little music. I'll bring the pretty lady inside as soon as I'm certain her vagina is properly wet."
"Right," Gordon nodded, and he left the room, turning on the light as Mickey hugged Phyllis even more tightly against him.
"Please," Phyllis pleaded. "I've been through such hell. I just want to get out of here."
"Relax," Micky replied. "I'm going to make you a very happy woman."
"There isn't a thing you can do that hasn't been done to me already," Phyllis wearily told him. "Ever been fucked in the ass?" Mickey asked. "Howie's been threatening to do that since I came here," Phyllis told him. "Believe me, you aren't being original."
"Ah, but have you ever been fucked by two cocks at once?" Mickey wanted to know. "What?"
"Ah, I've picqued your interest," he laughed, forcing his finger more harshly into the tight canal of her softly lined cunt. He rotated the finger inside her, forcing it deeper, and though Phyllis was shocked, she felt herself getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment. She clenched her vagina tightly around his finger, trying to convince herself she was doing it in order to force his finger out of her, but the truth was, she enjoyed the deep thrusting feel of it.
"Two!" she exclaimed, feeling shocked. It had never occurred to her she could be used by two men at once. And then the horror-filled thought came to her that this was precisely what Mickey and Gordon intended doing. They were going to use her simultaneously. The idea frightened her, and she once again began shuddering as a sinking feeling invaded the pit of her belly. But she knew there was absolutely no way out of this. She was totally in the power of these two men. If she did not submit to their vile wants and needs, they might tie her up and leave her there until Howard Brandt regained consciousness. This was her only chance of escaping from the man. Her unprepared vaginal flesh, still a bit wet with the continued ejaculations of the short Brandt, was slowly loosening and allowing itself to enjoy the movement of Mickey's finger. Little by little she was relaxing her clenched thighs, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter, easing his continuing, almost digging entry. She trembled, hating herself for giving in to these men, knowing she had to do it, or die. When would this nightmare finally come to an end ... if ever?
"Hey, now that's more like it," Mickey insisted as he felt her tight cunt slowly relax. The secretions inside her were totally indundating his finger, as he said, "You know, if you don't struggle, but kind of go along, everything'll really be so much easier for all of us. I mean, Gordon and I work hard at our chosen profession. We don't often get a chance to relax like this. Believe me, we really appreciate this, even though you aren't willing. It means one heck of a lot to both of us."
He jammed his finger up very hard, making the woman jump, startling her and catching her off-guard. His finger was pressing into her cervical opening, as if trying to widen it, and it hurt. Phyllis gasped, and Mickey smiled and said, "Nice and easy, honey. Hey, what's your name, anyway?"
"Phyllis," she replied.
"Yeah, well Phyllis, you take it nice and easy and stay calm. Gordon and I are going to be with you for just a little while, and remember, the faster you make the two of us happy, the faster all this will end."
"Hey," Gordon called out from the living room, "this guy really knew how to live. He's got one helluva well stocked bar in here."
"Fantastic," Mickey laughed. "Come on, Phyl, we'll have ourselves a real ball. Call it a going away party ... for all of us. Okay?"
With his finger still dug inside Phyllis's vagina, Mickey walked into the living room, bringing Phyllis with him. Both he and Gordon began drinking as thoy removed their clothing, and very shortly the trio was'completely naked.
Phyllis was unable to keep herself from looking at their bodies and noted that although Mickey was the shorter of the two men, his was the longer, thicker cock. It was just about as big as Vinnie's had been. Gordon's cock was only a little shorter than Mickey's, but it was considerably thinner. The two men were .taking turns feeling her breasts and fingering her pussy, causing her to get hotter with each passing moment. Though she felt ashamed that the two men were treating her with such a lack of care, somewhere deep in her loins she felt the excitement mounting. Fire shimmied* tantalizingly through her body, making her flesh tingle with mounting lust.
/ must really be crazy, she thought. How can I react this way with these two strange men? What they're going to do is horrible. Why in the name of heaven should I feel aroused?
She felt heated and quivery from top to bottom. And little by little she realized more and more that it didn't matter who the men were. The mere sight of a naked erection was enough to cause her inner fires to burn and flare up, incinerating her entire interior, again and again. She was humiliated, but her humiliation and shame enhanced her inner lust, as well.
Her bewildered brain was jolted out of the insane mental conflict taking place within her as Mickey made her take a small scotch. Phyllis had never been able to hold her liquor well, and the little drink was all she needed to lose every one of her inhibitions. Mickey threw her down and fell on top of her.
"She just about ready?" Gordon asked, getting impatient.
The tall, skinny man was staring lasciviously at Phyllis's nakedly vulnerable body as it lay beneath the chunky, straddling thighs of the one called Mickey on the living room floor. The chubby man was more than ready for a solidly good fuck from the beautiful young victim, and if she writhed and wriggled and tried pushing him off, fighting him, well all the better. His stiffly swollen prick was tightly clutched in his hand, and he was speedily tugging it up and down in salacious anticipation of what was to come, his panting breath coming faster and faster as his drink-clouded mind swelled with animal desire.
"Yeah," Mickey nodded, rolling off Phyllis's lithe, young body, turning to the coffee table that was near him where a bottle of Chiva Regal lay uncorked. "She's yours for now, Gordon," he said. Then he turned to Phyllis and said, "Now you be real nice to Gordon here, because he's going to start giving you the special treat we have in mind for you."
Gordon strode to the center of the room, standing like a colossus over the supine body of the helplessly naked Phyllis. His thick lips curled back in an obscene sneer as he stared down, ogling her whitely helpless, vulnerable nakedness. He stood swaying between her- ankles for a moment, betraying the fact that he'd had more to drink than he should have had. His monstrously long penis, hard and sinewy, looked even more sturdy and erect as it jerked excitedly in his thin, bony hand. Bending down, Gordon took a softly pliant hip in each of his hands and gently made her roll over on her belly. The woman knew better than to try offering resistance at this point. The scotch she had taken had also numbed her mind, and she found it difficult to move of her own volition. Instead, she merely lay there, totally inert, waiting for her licentious sexual ravishment to begin. All the while, small gasps of shame and humiliation escaped from her panting mouth. Her firm, rounded, moonlike asscheeks quivered a little, and Gordon's dark eyes focused hungrily on the two whitely shimmering cheeks. Grabbing both of the helpless Phyllis's ankles with his two hands, the man tugged them apart. Her soft thighs opened, revealing, once again, the soft inner pinkness behind the frame of dark curling hair.
"Uhhhh ... no . .. please ..." she begged. "Don't. . . uhhhh ... do this ..." she pleaded in a slurring voice. The alcohol in her bloodstream, for a short period of time, had her completely woozy. Her tremblingly naked, helpless body writhed futilely in a helpless gesture of resistance as she did her best to worm her way into the softness of the carpet on which she was lying.
"Hey, Mickey, hold her down for me," Gordon pleaded drunkenly to the chubby man who stood excitedly by, eagerly watching. Mickey immediately strode over and knelt down next to Phyllis's prone form, pressing his hands firmly into the small of her tender back, pressing her flat stomach solidly against the carpeting. Phyllis did her best, struggling hopelessly for a short while, and then she lay still, her body shaking with heavy, rendering sobs of terror. Continuous moans of terror kept spilling from her mouth.
The slender Gordon dropped to his knees between her softly white thighs, tugging them even farther apart as he ran his skinny hands hungrily over the sensuously tapering lines of her trembling calves. Then his hands moved up inside her nakedly young thighs to the thin, involuntarily moistened slit between her tender loins. Gordon grunted and gasped with continually mounting excitement as he ran the edge of his hand into the smooth, narrow crease of the young woman's nakedly exposed white buttocks. He parted them slightly, revealing the tiny, starred pucker of her small anus. The sight made his gaping eyes widen even more as he felt himself drooling.
Oh God! Phyllis thought in sudden total and complete horror as it slowly began penetrating her somewhat befogged mind that the tali, skinny stranger's interest was not her vagina, but her small, prunelike little rectum. Howard Brandt had threatened to ram his penis in there, but Phyllis had not believed any man in his right mind wanted to inject a phallus into such an impossibly narrow opening. Having fellated Gino, she was able to understand why men wanted their cocks sucked. But it made no sense to her at all to think a man wanted to attempt shoving what now seemed like a monstrously thick penis into the tender narrow straits of her vagina. This had to be a deranged pornographic fantasy. No one really did things like this.
Phyllis feared the man would tear her apart if he tried forcing the length of his massive cock through her virginal rectal tunnel. She was certain he'd rip her anua to bloody shreds. Phyllis was sick with terror at the idea of the attack about to be perpetrated on her soft, trembling body. Oh God! Her rectum was going to be pulled and stretched by this total stranger. God! The past two days had been nothing but one total stranger after another doing all kinds of vile things.
Gordon leered down at the frightened, cowering woman and gripped the deliciously soft, white mounds of her firm buttocks. He harshly squeezed them, making Phyllis gasp and groan as she tightly clenched them together. This only made the man sink his nails deeper, like razored talons, cutting into her pliant flesh until she realized the more she resisted the more agonizing it would be. At this point it was better for her to surrender and allow him to spread her gluteal mounds as far apart as possible. Clenching her teeth, the nudely cringing young woman did her best to prepare her body for the horror that was about to take place.
The lust-crazed robber licked his lips, then whistled in appreciation as the tight little crinkle of brown circle that was her anus was once again offered to his hungrily staring eyes. He rubbed her buttocks a moment, then experimentally thrust at the fearfully contracting rubbery ring with his outstretched forefinger. This was the third finger to attempt the penetration of her rectum. The first one, Vinnie's had been gentle, and she had been completely relaxed when he had done it, and so she had enjoyed it. When Howard Brandt had done it, he had initially hurt her, and it had taken her a few moments to adjust to his manual pressure. But when Gordon reached forward and touched her rectal opening, she jumped, jerking forward. That didn't stop the man. He simply kept on pushing with his finger, intruding into the tight, rubbery opening of her anal orifice. God! She felt mortified to the very depths of her being at the idea of being raped back there, and she wished this whole perverted thing was over and done with. Maybe, just maybe, she'd still be able to escape before Howard Brandt awakened. Her pelvis was automatically pressing itself firmly into the carpeting beneath as she attempted to escape the finger relentlessly probing into the depths of her anal channel. But it was to no avail, because Gordon, finally finding her unable to move any farther away from his finger, pushed, hard. He drove the digit in up to the first knuckle.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiii!!?" she screamed, throwing her head back as she cried out loudly feeling hideous agony. The finger was somehow much thicker than Brandt's, and caused a stinging, burning tenderness to stab itself through the tautness of her anal tunnel. She involuntarily clamped her two asscheeks tightly together, trapping the man's hand between them.
"C'mon, already," The half-drunken Gordon insisted. "Open your ass," he insisted, and his other hand harshly slapped her shuddering buttocks. At the same time, instead of trying to tug his finger out, he pressed down even harder, pushing the finger in to the second knuckle. This made Phyllis gasp as she writhed in agony, but her voice seemed to blend in with the softly playing rock music Mickey had put on the radio.
"Nice ass," Gordon was. saying to Mickey, nodding.
Searing pain flashed unbearably through her squeezing back tunnel, running up her spine like a combination of icy and molten bullets as the man mercilessly continued spiking his stiffened finger into the center of her narrowly tiny rectum, widening it, stretching it, preparing it for the heavier entry about to take place.
With his other hand, Gordon started strongly stroking his heatedly swollen penis, more than eager to skewer the helplessly defenseless young woman spread out on her belly beneath him on the carpet. He had a thick foreskin surrounding the corona of his cock, and now he pulled it back as he aimed the thickly rigid shaft directly at the tightly puckered little orifice, now slightly widened because of the brutal way he had thrust his finger into her.
Gordon opened her nakedly trembling young buttocks again, this time using his thumbs to part her cheeks as he withdrew his finger and leaned forward to drop a large amount of lubricating sputum on the tiny anal hole to moisten the way. He took a deep breath, then he leaned forward, pressing all of his slender body against her rubbery buttocks. He pressed his mammoth cock against her asscheeks, sliding it up and down the damp crevice between until the burgeoning tip rested against the tiny, pulsating ring now wetly glistening with the man's spit. Gordon levered himself up onto his elbows, then he slowly carefully pressed forward with his hips for a moment, directing his lust-swollen penis straight into the tightly clenched opening. He mercilessly bore down on her, forcing his swollenly bloated penile point cruelly forward into her tightly resisting anal sphincter.
"Ohhhhhhh . . . n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ..." the woman screamed, turning and twisting. "It h-u-u-u-u-u-u-rrrrrrtttttttssssss . . ." she cried out as he continued pushing, forcing his thick cock slowly into the tightly clenched depths of her narrow rectum. Her rear tunnel felt as if it was being split wide open because of the immensely huge staff being consistenly forced into it. Never had she experienced such agony. Not even her defloration had been-this agonizing. It was as if electricity was being forced through her entire body, making her convulse in torture.
"Please. . ." she begged. "Please, please, take it out. It hurts so terribly." "There, there," Mickey, the chubby one assured her, his beard wiggling up and down as he spoke. "The pain will quickly disappear, and I promise you all kinds of wild thrills and delights."
Tears once again spilled from the cups of her eyes. She was forever crying for one reason or another, and she hoped that after tonight, it would never happen again. For now, she had to swallow her pride, cooperating with the hope of getting this over and done with. Moaning with agonizing despair, she sufferingly accepted the humiliating spearing of her rectal interior. She gasped and shuddered, accepting the humiliating skewering her backside was taking by biting down on her lower lip. Gordon continued forcing more and more of his slender, lengthy cudgel into the sucking depths of her body with unrelenting cruelty.
Mickey stared, watching with continually mounting excitement as his tall friend's throbbing cock disappeared into Phyllis's tightly clutching rectal tunnel. Half drunk himself, the sight aroused and thrilled him. He was delighted, seeing his friend torturing the asshole of this luscious young female. Deep down, there was a sadistic streak in Mickey, and each agonized cry from the enslaved young girl's mouth made his own phallus tremble with thrilling excitement. The rigidly erect organ trembled obscenely, standing straight out as it prepared to do what its master wished it to do.
"Thatta boy Gordon," Mickey shouted. "Shove it into that tight little asshole of hers and let her know what a real cock can do inside her." He began drunkenly laughing, jerking his rigid pole of penile flesh up and down. "Hey, I'll bet it's starting to feel good," he said to Phyllis. "Come on, admit it. You like it."
The chubby man's dark eyes narrowed sadistically, recalling this was only the beginmng of what he had planned for Phyllis. Yes, in a very short while the young woman would be taking the full length, of his cock in her wetly open vaginal funnel.
"Oh God! God! God!" Phyllis cried, wailing in agony as Gordon's long, slender penis pushed harder and harder until it had finally hammered the full length of itself into her painfully cringing rectal tunnel.
"Ohhhhh Goddddd!!!!" Gordon gasped. "I've never fucked anything as tight as this ass in my life. God! This is really something. I don't think there's anything in the world tighter."
"Of course there is," Mickey assured him. "Her asshole will be much narrower once I shove my cock in her tight cunt. You'll see."
Gordon reached down and grasped the woman's firmly rounded hips. Clutching them in his hands as he pulled the pained young woman up to her knees, bending her abused body unmercifully. Then he began solidly fucking his pulsating prick in and out of the tight tube of her rectum, painfully stretching the interior even more as he pounded in with long, smoothly thudding strokes, bringing groans of agonized torture and humiliation from Phyllis's pain-wracked lips each time he sank his penis into her.
Mickey was impatient now, aching to join in the fun. He stood next to the two of them, frantically tugging on the heated length of his hard cock.
"Okay," Mickey instructed, "turn this luscious young lady on her side so I can join the party."
"You got a deal," Gordon nodded, locking his clutching hands tightly around Phyllis's tender hips. He rolled over on his side, his pulsatingly hot penis still deeply crammed all the way into Phyllis's tightly trembling anus. She was automatically pulled on her side, as well, her back pressed firmly against the sweating belly of the thin man whose penis remained locked tightly inside her.
Phyllis felt her outer leg being lifted away from her body, exposing in its entirety the pink, hair-surrounded surface of her vaginal split. Now Mickey lay down, facing Phyllis, and holding his painfully throbbing cock, guided the taut head right up against her clearly visible pussy. He pressed it against the wetly defenseless opening, and then he slowly, very, very slowly began pushing it tightly in. He felt her cunt, normally narrow, now even narrower because of the pressure of Gordon's hard cock rummaging in her rectum.
Phyllis gasped, feeling her vagina and her rectum both seemingly compress around the two poles thrust into her as Mickey's solid prick slowly filled her entire vagina. Oh God! It hurt, but it was such a lovely hurt.
She lay there moaning, helpless, unable to move by herself, tightly sandwiched between the two men, feeling a sense of pleasure and shame, combined. Being pinned between these two men seemed the lowest depth of degradation, yet she had to admit, she was starting to like it. A thin membrane of flesh separated her vaginal tunnel from her anal shaft, and both were filled totally with the thickly heavy lengths of meaty penises. She shut her eyes tightly, not wanting to look at Mickey, because the look of delight on his face only built the heat in her body to greater heights.
Mickey lost no time in matching his friend's vibrant thrusts as he began solidly fucking his throbbing cock into Phyllis's wetly pulsating vagina. He was so excited he was afraid his cock would burst before he actually came, and the sight of Gordon's cock raping the girl's ass merely enhanced things even more. The man drilled into the tightly narrow depths of her squeezing vagina, pounding into her with merciless strokes. He rammed his groin repeatedly into hers, cruelly knifing his throbbing cock into her aching depths while Gordon continued plumbing the tightness of her asshole, behind.
The young woman's twin tunnels between her licentiously splayed thighs and asscheeks were stretched almost totally beyond endurance by the two thick rods of heavy masculine flesh. Every last inch of her creamy white body pulsated with throbbing, achingly burning pain. And yet, deep in her inner self the strange sensation of heated thrills was continuing to build. The faint delights of unwanted pleasures became more and more powerful with each dual stroke thrusting into her tender body. Once again, from the very depths of her shame and humiliation, that other, deeper, more powerful feeling surged wildly to the fore, making her realize she would forever be a slave to the physical passions that surged.through her body. At once, Phyllis recognized what she referred to as the alien sensations . . . the different feelings... the raptures her body had never known until she had first come into contact with the bank robbers. Now every wonderful feeling in her aching body was caused by someone evil. First there had been Sal, Vinnie, and Gino. Then there had been Howard Brandt, and now there was Mickey and Gordon, both of whom were thieves. Was it possible that this good sensation was only able to come into existence by vile, salacious, uncaring men? Was it possible that after having believed her mother wrong, it was possible her mother was really right? After all, only evil men had aroused this feeling of lust and delight in her. No decent man had ever been able to make the wet juices in her cunt boil. No "nice" man had ever made her want to override her puritanical upbringing. It was always these evil men who brought the bestial passion to life in her, overriding all she had been taught was good, enveloping her entire self in pure and total animal excitement. Her nakedly tingling flesh began to wildly ripple, and the heated nerve-endings in her pulsating body became flamingly alive as the pulsations of unrealized passion began to swell into overpowering waves of masochistic thrills, sweeping through her with the whirling force of a cyclone, obliterating once and for all the feeling of fear and shame she always felt. She was enjoying it, and though she clamped her lips tightly shut, and tried with might and main to overpower the forces of lust within her, the savage sensations had total control over her. It was no use. A high tidal wave of overpowering rapture slammed into her burning body and scattered in its wake the final remnants of humiliation and loathing. The thrilling new delights mingled with the sharply wrenching pain, though the latter was continually diminishing. The moving penises built the excitement in her tender body higher and higher. Her mind was completely clear again, the effects of the alcohol completely worn off. Her entire young form shook with barbaric passion, and with a deep groan of utter and complete surrender, she suddenly allowed herself to accept the completely irresistible force of lust. Her penis-ravaged body began twisting and writhing without any sense of inner shame. She felt greater thrills ravage her flashing self as she moved delightedly between the two fucking males whose penises were buried in the sucking depths of her wriggling body. A raging vortex of utter sensation churned and twisted, swirling up from her deepest self, climbing from the depths of her subconscious, charging through the astonished Phyllis with intensified lust. Her loins eagerly slammed backward anxiously to meet Gordon's brutally pounding phallus, sucking it into her eagerly absorbing rectum, feeling it touch new and different nerve-endings that had never been teased before. And then she slammed forward, thrilling to the hard stab of Mickey's lancing penis as it filled her taut vaginal canal to the utmost, her membranes wrapping themselves tightly around the masculine length of delight, causing it to appear completely swallowed up in the deepest center of her feminine interior.
Phyllis undulated and writhed insanely between the two men. Each movement built the thrills a little higher in her aching body, feeling more and more ecstasy and bestial sensuality.
"Feel it?" Mickey gasped, sensing the enlarging of her vaginal interior, which signaled she was near her orgasm.
Before she was able to answer, the orgasm slammed into her, first in her rear, then in her vagina, and the two thrilling sensations met head-on, somewhere in her belly.
"AAAAAAYYYYYAAAAA-GGGGGHHHHH HHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH . . ." she screamed, unable to believe the howling screeches were coming from her own mouth. Was it really she who was yelling so? She found it all so difficult to believe. Yet she was unable to deny the truth of it. And now, in a final shriek, she screamed, "AAAAAIIIIIYYYYY-AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!" unable to hear the two men shout.
Chapter Eight
Just how the miracle came about, Phyllis didn't understand. One moment she was being wildly fucked, sandwiched between two men, and a moment later she was free of them as they lay on the living room floor, totally drained by their experience with her. Somehow she found clothing and put it on. She made her way to Howard Brandt's bedroom, where the madman lay with a brain concussion caused by the wrench belonging to Gordon. Her hands delved into Brandt's pockets, came up with his car keys, and she drove his car until she came to a police station.
What happened after that took place so swiftly she didn't even recall it all happening. She was taken to a hospital for treatment, and thanks to her description of where she had been, the police picked up Gordon and Mickey. Howard Brandt, the Mountainside Strangler, died on his way to the hospital, and the two thieves would eventually be charged with murder, since killing while committing a crime was considered first degree murder even if nothing was planned beforehand.
Sal Vito and the two Ballardo Brothers were picked up shortly after, but that didn't concern Phyllis. The charges against the three men were so numerous, Phyllis's testimony wasn't needed.
Phyllis, in the hospital was treated for rape, afterwhich she remained to rest for a good two days. When she was finally released, she returned to the bank where she was given a heroine's welcome, a better job, and a raise.
But she was a changed person. No longer was she the teasing little prude, and the most surprised person was Harvey, the male teller, who almost flipped when she agreed to date him.
Phyllis wanted to test her new self on her date with Harvey. Unfortunately, she discovered she didn't like the man, and so refused to invite him in after her date, for coffee. She was free to do as she pleased, and she felt if she was going to satisfy the growing sexual hunger continually mounting in her body, this time it would be with a man of her own choosing.
That man eventually turned out to be the bank's first vice-president, Elwood Furth. The man was in his late thirties, a bachelor, very skinny, with an ordinary face. Phyllis agreed to date him originally because he was her superior at the bank and she wasn't ready for more problems. On the date, he turned out to be a gentleman, and she decided she liked going out with him. She went out with him four different times before suggesting that he invite her to see his bachelor apartment, which happened to be a penthouse in a very swanky neighborhood. Then it was Phyllis who did the seducing. Her conscience was no longer an obstacle. She discovered herself to be a completely changed female, and before Furth realized it, the two of them were undressed, in his bedroom, and Phyllis was willingly parting her thighs for the man, allowing his more-than-ample penis to slide gently into the simmering depths of her anxiously waiting pussy. Her vaginal tunnel clasped the throbbing rod tightly, crushing and squeezing it as she thrilled to the feeling of it inside her. This was the first cock of her own choice, and as far as she was concerned, it was a perfect choice. It moved slowly, carefully, not wanting to hurt her, and she found herself wrapping her thighs tightly around Furth's body, pulling him even deeper, forcing him to speed up his movements as fire washed through her flesh and burned in her blood vessels. At one point, with her thighs tightly gripping the man, she did a complete hundred-and-eighty-degree rollover, and found herself sitting on the man's hard cock, bouncing up and down, doing all the work and loving it.
Blisters of continual delight kept on flashing through her wetly working tunnel as it rose and fell around the fat cock filling her. Yes, it was a very fat cock, and it was very long, able to totally fulfill the yearnings of her inner chamber, which had been poked, stretched, and prodded until only a really long, really fat cock would make her feel content.
Contentment was the nicest thing she had to say about the pressing penis that continued sliding in and out as she rode up and down the length of it. It touched every inner nerve-ending, and when she leaned forward and flattened her breasts against the man's hairy chest, she thrilled to the length of tongue he shoved into her mouth. She sucked it as easily as her cunt tugged on his cock, and though it was she who had to urge him to poke a forefinger into her rectum, when he finally did it, she felt as if all her orifices were being duly and properly fucked. She rode faster and faster, pounding down to feel the penis in her cunt rub against the membranes of her tight pussy, and then, as she rose, she'd feel his finger press into her asshole, massaging the rubbery interior, sending more chills through her. And the entire time his tongue kept sliding in and out of her mouth as she sucked on it, feeling nerves in her throat starting to tingle.
As she fucked, Phyllis wondered whether she'd be able to be content with only one cock for the rest of her life. It was too early to tell as far as she was concerned. Though she intended dating El wood Furth again, assuming he wanted to do so, she also wanted to discover other penises.
She rode faster now, thrusting her humping buttocks up and down much faster now, feeling the thrills building to that point of no return. Each of her orifices was feeling a tingle, and she felt the three orgasms hit her all at once.
"AAAAACCCCCHHHHHRRRRRR-RAAAAANNNNNKKKKKGGGGGGKK-KKKKK ..." was all she was able to garble as she peaked in three places at once, her entire body stiffening and shuddering, causing oceans of heavy oil to wash out of her vagina and drench the man's groin.
Elwood Furth also tightened, not caring how much of her lubricant covered him as his shuddering cock began firing heavily into her squeezing cunnus, and his finger was crammed far into her rectal depths while his other fingers squeezed her asscheeks so hard at one point he thought he'd pulled them right off her body. - When it was over, the two lay together, exhausted, and Phyllis spent the night in the man's bed. When she left his apartment, the next day, he was still fast asleep.
With the passage of weeks, she allowed herself the luxury of other penises, but none seemed as satisfactory as Furth's. Little by little she realized, whether she liked it or not, his was the only cock to really keep her happy.
He proposed to her a year before his promotion to the bank presidency, and she accepted. What intrigued her most about the man was his willingness to try anything she suggested, and though he eventually sired six sons on her, all of whom came sliding out of her with ease, Phyllis never found life boring. But then, neither did her husband. Because of her natural, varied abilities, he never felt the urge to try outside pussy, and though Phyllis admittedly did feel the urge now and then, she managed to keep herself occupied with so many other things, she never had time for infidelity.
