Marriage is inevitably a partnership where the husband and wife divide their responsibilities and also share them. Each couple must decide for themselves which responsibilities they will share and which one or the other will handle exclusively. And that's usually where the trouble begins. As long as there is love and sexual compatability in the marriage, the problems of sharing and dividing can usually be worked out with minimal friction, involving cooperation rather than competition.
However, only too often, the ideal honeymoon - with both love and sexual compatability - evolves into a marriage which is far from ideal - where, perhaps, one partner refuses to accept or share the responsibilities. Even then, the marriage may "work" - but when one partner or both no longer loves the other or gains sexual satisfaction with the other, then there is little hope. Nonetheless, separation and divorce are traumatic steps which are usually resorted to only when all else fails.
This is the situation which Laura Haynes faces in the latest novel by Jon Reskind, A Motel Manager's Wife. Her marriage to Bob Haynes has slowly but steadily deteriorated over the past seven years until there seems to be no hope for it. But, despite his flaws, she still feels a spark of love for him. She tolerates his excessive gambling - even though it leads to a second mortgage on their shabby motel. She even accept his carousing till all hours and his neglect of her sexual needs, and, finally, she allows him to push her into a lesbian affair with an unknown waitress. Little by little, Laura Haynes allows herself to be degraded by her husband, letting him drag her down to his irresponsible level. Always, she holds the vain hope that Bob will pull out of it and "things will work out."
But her husband's debts eventually lead to the loss of their motel and its takeover by "the syndicate" which makes it into a roadhouse-bordello, retaining Bob and Laura as managers. At last, all hope gone, Laura acts to end her tribulations: she calls the police and gives them all the necessary information to put the motel (and the syndicate) out of business. However, to her dismay, this final desperate act merely embroils her all the more deeply in her trap.
Certainly, the reader will agree, Laura Haynes has done everything a wife could to hold her marriage together, to win back her husband, and to solve her probleMs. Mr. Reskind has admirably worked out the solution to her quandary in the end, and we, The Publishers, are sure that the mature adult reader will find A
Motel Manager's Wife a welcome addition to his library of contemporary mores.
Chapter One
"Laura Haynes lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering what had become of her once happy, exciting life. Here she was again, waiting for Bob, worrying about his philandering ways, and equally important, about his penchant for wasting money - money they no longer had.
It was after one in the morning and the time dragged. It seemed as if she'd been lying there for endless days waiting for her husband. Bob had probably been at the track again and lost his shirt. Whenever that happened, which was almost every time he could get his hands on some money, he ended up at one of his cronies' places, playing stud poker or shooting craps on borrowed money, and usually losing that.
That was probably why his friends were so willing to lend him money, because he was a steady loser. And, Bob always made certain that his gambling debts were paid first, and if there was anything left, then they would have enough to eat for the week.
It wasn't the first time he had stayed out like this. It was becoming all too frequent.
She had stayed up until the last guest had driven into the motel court and had gone to his room. That had been at midnight, and she had locked the small front office and put out the night bell sign.
It didn't have to be this lonely and insecure, Laura thought. They had had every chance to be the happiest of people. When they had been married seven years ago, she had inherited the 15-unit motel from her parents, and even with the rising costs and improvements they had started to put into it, it should have provided a good living. She was glad, in a way, that her parents weren't alive to see the mess Bob was making of the place ... and of their lives.
She let her mind drift back to the first months of their marriage when they had been deliriously happy. They had a good summer with the motel, and had been able to even hire a clerk, so they had time to have fun together days. Neither seemed to mind the hard work involved, because they were together all the time.
They had gone to the track together often, and Bob's luck had been good, and also, his bets had been much more conservative.
That first year, they had done well enough during the summer months, and then during the hunting season, to live comfortably for the rest of the year.
But Bob had begun to cut into the savings, and costs had risen. Money grew tight, and when people came to the mountains, they used their credit cards to stay at the large resorts that had restaurants and cocktail lounges attached, .and riding stables and large swimming pools.
Instead of trying to find an outside job, Bob had gambled heavily at the track when it was open, and with his poker pals during the winter.
She had taken a job as maid at a ski resort some 40 miles distant, and that had kept them subsisting.
Laura turned on the bedlamp, getting up to get a drink of water. She was restless and discouraged. She'd probably have to take a menial job again. She'd hoped it would be better this year. They had borrowed from the bank, made some repairs, but the majority of the borrowed money had been gambled away by Bob.
She would have to borrow from her sister again, she feared, just to get through the month. And Bob had developed a nasty habit of raiding the cash almost daily, so that they couldn't even keep up with current running expenses.
Laura caught sight of herself in the dresser mirror. It was a hot, muggy night, and she had taken off her thin nightgown.
The window was opened wide, but not a breath of air penetrated into the room.
Her long blonde hair clung stickily to her face and neck, and beads of perspiration clung to her skin. Tiny wisps of her golden tresses curled wetly about her forehead.
She turned about, peering at her body appraisingly. Raising up on her toes, she stretched her arms high over her head. Her pert, full breasts jutted out, forming a hollow between them, down which ran a tiny rivulet of perspiration. Even that slight stirring of the stuffy air was welcome to her body, and as her eyes ran over her girlish body, she felt a stirring in her loins.
She had a desirable body, she felt, and most of the men she came into contact with seemed to eye it with admiration. But it had been so long since Bob had made love to her. Usually he came home too drunk to even kiss her good-night. But she was a passionate woman who enjoyed sexual lovemaking with her husband, and her loins ached for him, night after night.
She lay down on the bed, and her hand went to the thatch of soft, blonde pubic hair at the top of her sleek, well-rounded thighs. She felt a thrill go through her as her fingers brushed her pussy lips.
She wondered why she was no longer attractive to Bob. She had lost none of her shape, which had always been exciting since she was fourteen. Now, at twenty-four, she was in the full bloom of her womanhood. Her breasts were firm and uptilted, with no trace of sag. Her waist was narrow, her thighs and calves trim and attractive, and she had no inhibitions about the type of sex act that Bob chose.
Her fingers toyed with the downy hair that covered her vaginal slit, her lovely, sensual mouth drawn down in wonder as she pondered the deterioration of her marriage.
She rose again, standing before the mirror, as if to reaffirm the fact that she was a beautiful woman. She looked as fresh and desirable as she had when she had married at seventeen, she knew.
The strain of going week after week without Bob's making love to her was getting to be too much. It was grinding away her self-confidence and her desire to please him. It was bad enough about the money losses, but she hadn't had even a kiss or a hug for almost two months!
A deep longing welled up inside her. She wanted Bob to hold her in his arms, kiss her lips and her body, take her physically, to feel his muscular body pressed to hers as his cock penetrated deep up into her vagina.
Laura sighed and shook her damp head. If only she could do something to stop his gambling, to turn his attention back to their marriage, so he would make love to her like he used to.
She put her hands underneath her breasts, cupping them, blushing hotly as she thrilled to her own touch. She twisted the cherry-colored nipples, liking the sensation that raced down her belly to her loins. She pressed her thighs tightly together, moving so a friction was set up inside her pussy. She began to tremble as the sensuous excitement went deeper into her loins.
"Aaaah ..." Laura sighed as she let one hand drift to her pussy, her fingers brushing the yielding lips. Then, embarrassed at her actions, she stopped herself and went back to her bed.
She lay down wearily, and the thick, heavy air closed about her, smothering and depressing. As she tossed about to find a comfortable position, even the touch of the sheets against her flesh set up a wave of sensuality that gradually permeated her whole being.
She fantasized that Bob was there with her, his blunt, hard penis penetrating deep inside her pussy, shoving against the walls of her vagina and against the sensitive surface of her cervix.
She moaned with desire as she tossed fitfully, trying to drown her need in sleep. But it was useless. She couldn't get Bob's cock out of her mind.
One hand went to her breast, kneading it, tweaking the nipple, while the other stole to her moist, hot pussy. Her fingers spread the soft, damp pubic hair and slid into the crevice of flesh that held her clitoris. Laura rolled from side to side, pretending that it was Bob's hands that were arousing her. She always loved the foreplay that he indulged in. Bob especially loved to fondle and kiss her breasts.
She moaned aloud, "Oh, Bob ... Bob ... why aren't you here ... ?" It was a plaintive, forlorn cry for relief from her sexual torment.
Suddenly, her hands became Bob's hands, and she massaged and tickled her swelling clitoris until it became hard and rigid, like a miniature penis, red and almost exploding with the tingling sensations.
Her body writhed as the warm excitation flooded her cunt with lubricating juices. She flung her head from side to side, her hair swishing damply against her face. In her mind, Bob was making wild, passionate love to her, his body heavy on hers, his enormous cock filling her pussy, stretching the sides of it... sending her out of her mind!
Laura suddenly stopped her violent fingering. It was only frustrating her more. Her imagination couldn't fill her need for a hard, stiff cock inside her!
She had to have at least a simulated penis! She jumped up and ran to the closet, rummaging in an old box that was way in the back, and brought out a large dildo that she'd hidden there, months ago.
Bob had brought it home as a joke, and she had never used it. But tonight, she had to!
It was made of dull-brown, flexible rubber, and it was almost nine inches long and almost three inches in diameter. When she'd first seen it, it had repulsed her, but now it began to look like a life-saver for her.
Her eyes shone with lust as she anticipated the long, semi-hard dildo plunging into her cunt!
She got back onto the bed and lay back, spreading her legs wide, panting with need. She didn't feel depraved, as she had feared she would if she ever used it. Her mind was too involved with her need for sexual release.
She nestled her buttocks down into the mattress, her cunt wide, as she held the rubberized prick firmly in both hands, letting it touch the lips of her pussy. She trembled slightly as the cool rubber tip touched her hot flesh, but she quickly thrilled as she pushed it deep up into her hot, slippery cunt!
It was bigger than she'd thought, and it went in with difficulty. She worked it about, moistening it with her own fluids, and it began to slide into the depths of her cunt with ease as she relaxed her inner muscles to accept it. Once it was seated in her channel, she relaxed and concentrated on the sensual pleasures it gave, creating a delicious friction as it moved along the sides of her dark channel.
She pushed and pulled steadily, moving it from side to side to try to touch all of her inner cunt, and she began to respond to its use with gasps and chills of delight that formed in her cunt and spread over her entire being!
It felt unbelievably good, better than anything she'd felt for a long time. It was the next best thing to having Bob's cock in her, his arms around her, his lips on hers! She pushed hard on the fake cock, feeling it touch the entrance to her womb, sending wave after wave of sensual pleasure over her. Yet she was fully aware that she was making love to herself. Bob wasn't there.
She pushed her loneliness aside, concentrating on the thrilling contact that the phony cock was making with her clitoris and her inner walls as she continued to push and pull it at an ever-swifter rate. Laura began to push it hard and deep, grunting as it touched the very depths of her cunt. She moved her hips, lunging upward to meet the incoming thrust of the dildo, tossing and bucking as if she were being fucked by a phantom lover.
Cries began to escape from her lips as she felt her cum approaching rapidly. "Ooooooooh . . . yessss ... oooooh... fuck me ... fuck me good ..." she crooned to herself as the delicious warmth of orgasm flooded her genitals. She pumped feverishly with the glistening fake cock, her whole body writhing and threshing about, twisting as if she were in the throes of madness!
The lust-driven young blonde was unaware of pain, although she was hurting herself with the deep, wild thrusts of the dildo, so eager was she to gain sexual relief. She wanted to feel it all inside her, before she felt the blessed relief of orgasm!
It had been so long ... so long... Laura was biting her tongue as it protruded from her lips, groaning and muttering unintelligible words as the mixture of pain and pleasure flooded her body with a wantonness she had never felt before. If Bob, her own husband, refused her this relief, she had every right to provide it any way she could, she rationalized. She should feel guilty, Laura knew, but she didn't. She had to have relief! Yet she was aware of a wistful longing for Bob, a desire that the hot cock between her legs could be somehow mystically turned into her husband's own huge, satisfying cock.
As she felt the hot flash of orgasm set in, the writhing blonde wife screamed aloud, "Oh my God!... Oh, God!" She made shorter and faster thrusts with the dildo, her whole body just a bundle of violent motions, gasping out Bob's name, wishing that he would come and yank the dildo from her cunt, then push his own wonderful cock inside her, fulfilling every need that her throbbing body felt!
She forgot for a moment that she was using a lust-object on herself, feeling that it was Bob inside of her, satisfying her desperately starving pussy. A great pressure was building to the explosion point inside her loins, her breasts heaved and bounced, her long blonde hair moving in tangled swirls as she tossed about wildly from the agonizing fury of the pleasure inside her cunt.
"Oh, Bob ... Bob ..." Laura groaned, "More ... harder..."
The knobby head of the rubber dildo dug deeply into her pulsating flesh, seeming to fill her whole lower body with its evil presence. Suddenly, it was as if someone had lit a match and ignited a flame in her cunt that seared every crevice of it, the sparks flashing throughout her body, roaring quickly into a blazing inferno of pleasure that engulfed her lust-filled body! Every inch of her seemed to be afire, glowing with a white-hot flame.
She went into a dizzy, semi-conscious state as the flames exploded inside her cunt like a bursting rocket, shattering her reason with its intensity, rocking her body with spasm after spasm of pleasure.
The almost delirious young woman felt as if a giant bomb had exploded, shattering her body into smithereens, sending bits of her flying off in all directions. But it was a pleasure that consisted of total relief and exquisite happiness, pure bliss that thundered throughout the echoes of her mind, permeating her very soul!
She screamed at the ecstatic climax, bucking about for several moments as the tides of passion slowly ebbed. She felt the wetness inside her flowing past the artificial cock, trickling down the soft inner crevice of her tightened buttocks. Tears of joy flooded her eyes and she fell back on the bed, completely spent, feeling as if she were fainting.
Her breath rasped from her mouth, and her eyes were closed as she savored the tiny aftershocks of the volcanic eruption of her orgasm.
She lay there a long time, before she could rouse herself enough to remove the dildo from her sore, throbbing pussy. She was emotionally and physically exhausted, and as she saw the faint fingers of summer dawn creeping into her bedroom, she suddenly became painfully aware that Bob was still not home. It was five o'clock, she saw by. the dresser clock, and as the dawn lightened the room, loneliness stole into her heart again.
She had been forced to use a cold, inert object as a substitute for the warm, vibrant cock of the man she loved.
She tossed fitfully, half-waking, half-sleeping, torn between shame and loneliness, feeling somehow soiled and almost completely deserted, until she finally drifted into a deep sleep brought on by utter exhaustion.
Chapter Two
Laura woke up at noon, feeling exhausted, her pussy throbbing dully from the violent thrusts of the dildo. When she wakened and saw that it was past twelve, she went quickly to the living room of their small home, hoping to find that Bob was asleep on the couch.
The joom was empty, as was the kitchen. She felt panic begin to form inside her, although Bob had stayed out all night several times before.
She hurried to the bedroom, shuffling through a disorderly bunch of papers in a dresser drawer, hoping to find the telephone numbers of one or more of his friends with whom he usually played poker.
Suddenly she came upon a legal-appearing document, and she unfolded it apprehensively, afraid of what she would find. Her worst fears were realized! Bob had taken out a second mortgage on the motel complex, without saying a word to her! The document was dated only three days prior!
Laura stared at it in horror, too stunned to feel anger, only an empty feeling inside. She laid it on the dresser as she quickly dressed in a bright blue, summery dress, realizing that she had to open up the office. She was grateful that there had been no one scheduled to check out that day, and she hadn't heard the night bell sound, so she was still in time.
She was surprised that she could even think of business in the shocked, numb state the sight of the mortgage had plunged her into.
She took the paper and went into the tiny office, unlocking the door and opening it wide to the summer sunshine. Her eyes were bleak as she read over the details of the second mortgage. They were having a difficult enough time with the payments and running expenses, she thought in despair, and now this added expense! Worse, she feared that very little of the loan would be left, once Bob came home!
Years and years of more hard work, and for what? To feed Bob's insatiable itch to gamble... to get something for nothing. Nothing! It had cost them every thing, and it could grow worse. The track had sliced thirty days off their meet schedule, and most vacationers wanted far more facilities for pleasure than the simple motel offered. They had talked of a pool, but had never been able to afford the added expense.
She tried to busy herself with the records and bookkeeping, but it didn't take her mind off the disaster that loomed so close, threatening her security and even her marriage.
Bob's car pulled into the court about two-thirty. He got out, looking frowzy and unkempt. He came in through the tiny office and went back into the living room through the rear door without a word or a nod to Laura.
She followed him, feeling faint. She didn't even care where he'd spent the night... only about the money. She wondered what was happening to him. He had once been a dapper, proud man, always neat about his person. Now he looked like a sodden drunk, a derelict.
Bob tossed his wrinkled coat on the couch and went on into the kitchen. He yanked open the refrigerator door, took out a carton of milk, and gulped down several mouthfuls, making slurping, pig-like noises. Laura stood with the mortgage papers in her hand, feeling nothing. Bob seemed like a stranger to her, a man she wouldn't look at twice if she met him as he was today.
His beard was heavy, his shirt sweat-stained and crumpled, his pants baggy and creased. He was little better than a bum.
Laura's face was flat and emotionless as she held out the papers and said, "I found these this noon, when I was trying to find a phone number at which to try to find you." She surprised herself at her calmness, for anger was beginning to seethe within her. Bob flashed a glance at the papers, recognizing them instantly.
"Big deal! You want a medal? Snoops always find things they don't like the smell of!" His eyes were bloodshot and his lips curled in a sneer.
"You put another mortgage on the motel!" Laura's voice was harsh and icy. She fought for control, but lost. Her voice rose to a shrill screech as she shouted, "What's it all coming to, Bob? You act as if nothing had happened and you've put us in a deeper hole of debt! Why? Why did you do a thing like that behind my back?"
She was trembling as she waved the papers at him.
"We could have had the place clear in another two or three years! You know what this means? Years of drudgery ..."
Bob put the milk carton back and shut the door, walking belligerantly over to stand before his wife.
"I'll tell you why!" he sneered. "Because I needed money! I had to pay back some gambling debts, and a couple of sharpies at the track, or I'd be up shit's creek! That's why, if you want to know!"
He showed no remorse or concern.
"At least, I'm alive, debts or no debts, and if I hadn't paid them off, you'd be looking for another breadwinner!"
She sneered at the term he had used. Breadwinner! Bum was a more fitting name. It was all "I" anymore when Bob talked. Never "we" or "us".
He brushed her rudely aside and went into the small living room and snapped on the television. He wasn't really interested, but he didn't want any more shit from Laura. He was exhausted, having had no sleep at all the night before. His head ached and his eyes burned form the twenty hours he'd been playing poker, trying to win back some of his former losses, and some of the money he'd had to pay back to those damned track hoods.
He'd lost over three hundred. As she came into the room, still holding the paper, he blurted, "Damn it! I'm not going to take any crap from you about it! You had no damned business going through my things! I don't have to take that kind of shit!"
Laura's voice was deadened by despair as she said, "Bob, how could you? How could you let those awful men rule your life___wreck our business and security ... maybe even destroy our marriage? I don't understand. How could you?"
"Leave me alone!" Bob shouted. "Get the hell out of the room!"
Laura walked over, standing before the television screen. "Bob - we've got to talk some sense. Look at me. Say something sensible." She turned quickly and switched off the television set.
Bob leaped up from his chair and strode toward her, fists bailed, face clouded with anger.
"Damn it, you bitch, I ought to take you apart, limb by limb." He grabbed her shoulders and shook her violently, as if she were a rag doll. Her head joggled back and forth, and her mouth sagged open. He suddenly threw her from him, pushing her so hard that she hit the wall and crumpled to the floor.
Laura looked up at him, contempt filling her eyes. "Does that make you feel more like a man?" she said coldly.
Bob's eyes glowed with rage. Her words cut through him like a sharp knife, right to his Achilles heel - his pride in his manhood.
He took a step, bent over and delivered a hard slap to her face that rocked her sideways and rattled her senses. She tried to duck as he brought his hand back, hitting her on the other side of her face with the back of it.
He stood over her, glaring at her wild-eyed with anger.
"Damn you, you bitch! You shut your mouth to me! Just shut up! Don't you give me any shit from that mouth of yours again! Not one more time! You hear?" he screamed.
He stood straddling her, his hand poised to slap her again. Her face was stinging from the brutal slaps, and she was breathing heavily. In a delayed reaction, she slumped onto her face, covering her head with her arms and hands, her body heaving with spasmodic sobs. Bob had never hit her before, and she felt terror setting in. She believed he would kill her ... beat her to death, if she so much as moved! She cowered pitifully on the floor, trying to protect herself form further attack.
Bob was panting from his exertion. He looked down at his fallen wife, his senses slowly returning. He hadn't meant to hit her so hard, but she had really bugged him and it had just happened without his planning it.
She looked so small and helpless lying there on the floor! He reached down and tried to take her arm to help her up - she flinched at his touch, but Bob pulled her up in his strong arms, remorse flooding his conscience for what he had done.
He realized that she had every right to be hurt and angry at his making the sneaky mortgage commitment, but she didn't understand that if he hadn't given Chick the five thousand he owed him, Chick and his boys would have put him in the hospital, perhaps even killed him, as a warning to any other borrowers who decided to welch on their payments.
God knew, Bob had stalled them as long as he could, hoping desperately to make a killing at the races or at one of the high-stakes poker games in town.
Laura remained motionless against his chest, breathing heavily, trying to stifle her sobs. She wanted to run, and to keep running forever, but she was afraid of Bob. This was not the man who had loved and married her. He had become like a jungle animal. She hung listlessly in his grasp, and for a brief moment, Bob feared he might have seriously injured her, she was so limp. He pushed her away a bit, studying her face narrowly.
Jeez, what a beautiful thing, he thought. He hadn't looked at her for a long time. She didn't move nor meet his eyes. Tears stained her cheeks, a few still welling from her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. He felt guilty as he noticed the reddish-blue markes his hand had made on her pretty face. He knew they would turn black-and-blue, and he felt contrite. But as he stared up at her, something about her disheveled, rumpled appearance stirred excitement in his loins. Her long blonde hair was tangled, but hanging loosely, and she looked like a tired tomboy ... like the young, fresh kid he'd married before she'd even finished high school.
"I'm sorry, angel-face," Bob muttered, pulling her against him and squeezing her fragile body. "I don't know what in hell hit me ... I didn't mean to hit you ... ever ..." Bob's voice trailed off and he buried his face in her sweet-smelling hair. Her perfume mingled with her natural woman-scent and the odor of her in his nostrils made his cock begin to tingle, then grow larger.
It had been a long time since he'd fucked her, he knew, but there had been so damned much pressure from other things... getting the goddamned money ... trying like hell to win some of his money back ... hoping to get on the right track again. No, suddenly, nothing else seemed important to him. He was obsessed with the single thought of ramming his hard cock into her soft flesh.
Laura was his woman. He wanted her, now!
He pulled her face up and kissed her, ramming his tongue deep into her throat. She didn't resist him, but she didn't respond outwardly. His rough beard scraped her aching face, adding to the hurt. She felt nothing as his tongue jammed deeper into her mouth, but Bob seemed not to notice. He could think only of stripping her clothing off and taking her to bed. He'd always been able to bring her to white heat in a few moments.
Bob bent over and picked her up in his arms and easily carried her into the bedroom, placing her gently on the bed and peeling off his clothing hastily, his cock already almost erect. He bent over, taking Laura's clothes off, pulling her dress up over her unresisting body, then taking off her panties. She seldom wore a brassiere, and as her breasts tumbled out and he touched the pink nipples, his palms closed over the soft, creamy mounds of flesh, and his cock came fully and proudly erect!
He looked at the soft triangle of blonde hair between her legs, licking his lips hungrily. If ever a wornan was made to be fucked, it was his Laura, he thought. Her body was beautiful... even more beautiful now than he had remembered it. He felt a surge of pride in the knowledge that she was tiis wife, his to fuck and to have make love to him.
Laura lay submissively through it all, neither surrendering nor hindering him as he undressed and caressed her. Bob lay down beside her on the bed and took her hand and put it on his hard, erect cock.
"I bet you've missed it, baby," he said confidently. "I missed that sweet pussy of yours, you can bet."
He acted as if nothing had happened. But the hurt was still dominating her thoughts, and worry about the mortgage money. Her hand held his cock without pressure. She felt the moistness of it, "the pulsating throb of it. But nothing happened to excite her or make her want it inside her.
Bob put his hand over hers and squeezed her fingers around his rod, as he moved her hand up and down. She let him guide her fingers to set up a pumping motion, but it was mechanical on her part. She felt no desire for her husband.
The lust-driven man continued to force her hand to stroke his cock until he was sure she would keep it up on her own. Then he turned his attention to her ripe breasts, stroking them with his fingers, toying with the nipples, feeling the softness of them as his rough hands kneaded and stroked them.
He rolled over and kissed her harshly, shoving his tongue deep into her throat, crushing her lips brutally with the force of his kiss.
Laura stopped the motion of her hand on his cock and Bob slid his hand down and began to brush the head of his huge cock against her furry slit. She still felt no desire, but he moved downward on her body and began to suck roughly on one of her breasts. He pulled the flesh in with hard sucking gulps that hurt her, but Laura gritted her teeth and vowed she wouldn't make a sound. She was feeling the impact of a brand-new emotion: hatred, and it numbed her as she realized how deeply she detested this man who was now trying to bring her to sexual arousal - the man who was her husband! It startled her to think that only a few hours before, she had wanted him so badly, this animal who was now clawing and sucking at her flesh. She had wanted him so much that she had used that silly rubber dildo and imagined it was his cock driving her insane with pleasure!
This was not a man! He was merely a male animal, with so little concern or affection for her that he had taken their wedding inheritance, a thriving business, and had thrown it to even worse greedy, irresponsible animals! He hadn't even been satisfied with that, but had borrowed so heavily that it would take years to even see daylight again!
Her flesh crawled at his touch, and she tried not to wince or cry out as his hand groped toward her loins. He stroked her thighs, letting his thick fingers dig into the yielding flesh, digging his nails in, then raking her tender skin with them. Bob's cock jumped as he brushed the silky pubic hiar and the warm, wet lips of her pussy. He had always liked to caress her lovely body for a while before he put his cock into her, and she felt even better than ever, now, after so many weeks without her!
Laura felt her body grow taut as his hand found the lips of her cunt, his fingers digging in deep, searching for her clitoris. She promised herself she wouldn't become aroused, no matter what this animal might do. He'd never have that satisfaction again.
Bob seemed to suddenly become aware of her passive resistance, and it aroused a fury in him.
Almost in an animalistic snarl, he mumbled into the softness of her breast, "You little fucker, I'll make you love it so much you'll be begging for more!" He nipped her nipple savagely, raking his clenched teeth harshly over it as he drew his mouth slowly back, letting it squeeze out, paining her intensely. All the while, his fingers scratched brutally at the inner flesh of her pussy, sending shudders of pain through her as his fingernails bit into the tender flesh.
Bob was determined he would make her come around to his passionate need. He climbed atop her inert body, letting his full weight come down on her hard, pushing her deep into the mattress, her breath leaving her lungs in a gush of sound.
She cried out in fear as she couldn't breathe, but she kept her eyes closed tight, not wanting to see his lust-filled face close to hers, or feel his slavering mouth on hers. Bob lost all control as he felt her body beneath him. His hot breath panted as he shoved rudely at her loins, trying to let his cock find her cunt and insert itself. His anger at Laura only increased his lust for her body.
He jerked her legs apart with his hands, sliding to his knees and holding her cunt spread wide, so he could gaze lustfully at her womanly slit. He hooked one of her knees with his ownj holding it down, while his hand fumbled greedily at her spread cunt. His fingers lunged into the wet, slippery opening, digging lustfully at the soft flesh, his own desire mounting as he detected her wince with pain. She deserved to be hurt, the bitch, sassing him the way she had, giving him a lot of crap, then withholding her passion from him as she was trying to do now. He'd show her! Once he had his prick buried to the hilt in that soft, sweet cunt-flesh, she'd sing a different song.
He had all four fingers inside her now, remembering how that had always aroused her to the peak. They made a sucking noise as he thrust them in and out, grasping the loose flesh, digging his nails into it eagerly. He loved to feel the viscous, wet liquid juices of her cunt sliding between his fingers, and she had always reacted like a volcano. But she was lying there like a limp rag, motionless as a log. Bob continued his exploration of her inner parts for a moment longer, before he realized he was having absolutely no effect on her.
He thrust his fingers deeper inside the yielding cunt, cruelly using his nails to punish her, twisting his hand about,, stretching the inner walls to their limits. He had to get some response ... any response! He suddenly jammed his entire hand inside her, slamming it deep enough to touch the very bottom of her cunt!
Laura's scream burst from her throat and she kicked out wildly, hoping desperately to expel his offensive, painful hand from inside her, to escape his impaling fingers! But he ignored her screams, too furious now to care if he ripped her cunt to pieces! He continued to shove his hand as deep as it would go inside her fire-filled cunt, touching every soft, pliant part of the sensitive organ. Laura moaned and sobbed, but she could not beg. Pain was choking back all words and clouding her thoughts. Bob knew that he would ejaculate then and there if he didn't take her. He couldn't wait any longer.
He removed his hand and, grasping his penis, the frenziedly lusting man rammed it hard into the spread vortex of her pussy, using all the muscles in his lower body to shove his cock as deep up inside her as it would go. He watched lustfully as it disappeared up into her cunt, right down to his own pubic hair, and he felt her cunt quiver spasmodically as he began to jab it home into her channel with hard, slow strokes. He looked down at his cock going in and out, and his eyes glazed with sadistic pleasure. She lay with her eyes closed, her face contorted with pain, and as he noticed this, it infuriated Bob, and he increased the fury of his rapacious acts.
All he wanted was to pound his rock-hard cock into her until he drained himself of all his need to fuck, and he was determined to pound her unyielding cunt into complete submission!
Fire was licking at Laura's vagina and spreading down her legs and up into her insides. The flaming pain blotted out any other feeling. It became so great that she even forgot to hate. With each thrust of Bob's punishing cock, flashes of lightning-like pain streaked from her cunt to every nerve ending in her tormented body. There was none of the familiar feeling of pleasure and growing excitement - only pain.
It had been a long time since he had had a good lay, and Bob was determined he would make up for it with this one. It would be the fuck to end all fucks! He ignored her moans and sobs, slamming his cock harder and faster into her womanly depths. He rutted like a wild animal, not caring what was happening to her, caring only that his lust-filled body be eased and gratified by shooting a load of hot sperm up into his wife's trembling cunt... all the way up into that white belly where it belonged.
He let his anger and lust take over, and she became nothing but a cheap whore, a receptacle for his throbbing, exploding cock. He held her down with his weight now, so she couldn't escape,.and his mouth went to hers, sucking her lips into his mouth, biting them, shoving his tongue in to battle against Laura's tightly gritted teeth.
Laura was fighting for consciousness now. It was not real, what was happening. It had to be a nightmare. The sweaty, sour smell of Bob's sweat-covered body was making her nauseous, and she knew if she vomited in his face, he would kill her. Her face throbbed from the scraping of his beard against her already sore skin. All she could think of was that it had to be over soon ... he couldn't last much longer! She prayed for him to cum inside her, venting all his animalistic passion, so that her aching body would be granted rest.
He began to groan with pleasure, spewing out obscene words that she had never heard him use before.
"Fuck me, you little bitch! Fuck me back! You love it! Don't pretend you don't love this stiff ramrod of mine! Straighten up and fuck me! Fuck me, you cheap cunt!"
When she could only groan her pleas for him to stop, he seemed lashed to even greater fury. He grasped her legs as if he were holding the handles of a wheelbarrow, spreading them wide and manipulating her pelvis back and forth in his sadistic fury. Laura fought back her outright pleas in spite of the pain that wracked her body. He could kill her and she would not beg him. She couldn't stop the half-screams that came unbidden from her lips, even though she tried desperately to bite her lips and tongue.
One word kept repeating itself in her brain ... animal! Animal! Animal! Her loathing for him threatened to blot out her reason. Incongruously, she remembered how many times her mother had expressed a deep suspicion of Bob, that bordered on revulsion. She wished she had listened to wiser judgement, for now he had turned out to be much more of a beast than even her mother had suspected he was! She was glad her parents weren't still alive to witness her degradation at his hands. It would have torn them apart, they both loved her so.
Bob's thick pole pounded into her aching pussy endlessly, his breath coming in sobbing gasps as he skewered into her inflamed pussy like a maniac gone completely berserk. It seemed to her that he was filling her whole belly with his repulsive cock, right up to her lungs! It felt as if his cock was wrapped in steel wool, and it seemed that his merciless hammering would go on forever.
He muttered his obscenities, but Laura blocked them out by concentrating on the pain that filled her body from head to toe, and she didn't even hear the ugly words. Hate built a wall of silence for her as Bob rambled madly, "Shake that ass, baby ... Ill stuff you to your eyeballs with cock__good, stiff, thick cock-meat... move that cunt of yours... twist it, bitch ... move your cunt for. me ..."
She heard their bodies slapping together in an obscenely wet sound, and she knew that his large, hairy balls were slamming into the underside of her buttocks, the hot thickness of his cock stretching her vaginal walls until she was sure he was ripping her apart... literally! But she didn't care any more. His huge cock that had once given her exquisite pleasure was now an instrument of torture, and she had passed the point of even feeling pain.
Would it ever be over? She felt as if she had been trapped in an infernal nightmare that would go on throughout eternity ... raped by her own husband! He was using her body for his hateful, lusting desires, as if she were a piece of meat he had bought at a butcher shop!
Finally, though she could feel the punishing cock pounding at an insanely rapid pace, its massive shaft rasping cruelly at the sensitive membranes of her cuntal flesh. His breath came in spasmodic gasps now, and he lunged forward, ramming the thick head of his turgid cock viciously up into the depths of her pussy, smashing it again and again into her cervix.
The helpless blonde housewife was sure she was injured beyond repair, but, mercifully, he began to grunt and curse uncontrollably.
"Aaaaaggghhh," he moaned, plunging his rock-hard cock brutally all the way up in her agonized pussy. "Aaaaggghhh! I'mmm ccuummiinngg!" he spat out at her, and then she felt his molten semen spurting endlessly up into her belly, flooding her cunt with its viscously scalding stream. And when she felt it oozing out of her abused cunt and tricking down into the crevice of her ass-cheeks, she felt sure it would be mixed with her own blood.
Finally, his spent body slumped heavily on hers, and he mercifully halted the slamming of his cock into her sore, aching cunt. His chest, with its rough, coarse hair, crushed her breasts, until she had the fleeting thought that they would be crushed and flattened forever. She felt as if she would break under his dead weight, and the pain set in mightily between her legs as if in howling protest to the assault on her flesh. His cock was rapidly deflating inside her cunt, and she fell into a dazed stupor of thanksgiving under his heavy weight.
She was dazed and her thoughts leaped madly about, as she tried to comprehend what had happened to her. She couldn't make any sense of it. She felt only that she had been made into a thing, treated worse than a common prostitute by the man she had loved... or at least had thought she had loved.
After what seemed hours, Bob rolled off her and she saw that he was asleep instantly, utterly exhausted, snoring noisily, completely unaware and unconcerned at what he had done to his helpless wife.
Laura crawled out from under his leg that draped over hers, her body protesting at the pain each movement brought to her as she staggered to the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
She sagged against the sink, sobbing hysterically, until there were no more tears left to shed. She felt empty, like a hollow reed, and she got into the shower, letting the hot water lave and soothe her burning, tortured flesh, hoping that the water would wash away the filth he had strewed on her body and soul, knowing it wouldn't, and wishing that she could just go down the drain with the gurgling, swirling water. She heard the bell dinging on the desk in the office as she gingerly dried her throbbing flesh, but she didn't care. Why should she? What was there to work for, hope for... even live for, now?
Chapter Three
The smoke was thick in the back room of Manny's Bar. They held the games there, but they needn't have hidden their activities. Hell, half the police force sat in on the games from time to time!
He tossed a dollar onto the tray as Connie handed him his drink. He held the glass up to the light, noting the heavy amber color. Manny always poured a good drink when he was playing poker, Bob thought ruefully. It helped to get the players a little drunk.
Bob felt in a nasty mood. Tonight, he was going to really kill them. He'd play it cool and wait until he had a lockup hand, and then he'd lay it in until it hurt!
The drinks were always free, and the buck was for the wide-hipped, sexy-bodied waitress, Connie, who was always playing cozy with him. She leaned down close and said in a sultry voice, 'Take it easy tonight, Bobby boy, and maybe we can have a little fun. Fold early. Win a bundle, then split!"
He had had this offer before from her, but he had always been nailed to the table, behind, and he had never managed to take the little sexpot up on her offer to fuck him.
Tonight was going to be the night! He was going to really clean up early, then cut out and leave the suckers hanging out to cry. Then he'd show Connie what fucking could really be like. The voluptuous redhead was built for it... big breasts, wide hips, good legs, and a look in her eyes that told him she'd never get enough cock to make her happy.
He took Connie's advice and instead of gulping down his whiskey and water as he usually did, Bob sipped at it. He had a hunch, and he was right. The cards were falling good for him. He backed off when he should have and he didn't try to bluff when he felt he was beaten. He had good cards for the better part of the night, and he played like a pro, milking the last dollar possible out of the other players when he had a winner.
It was early, by his standards, when he rapidly glanced at his pile of chips and saw that he was almost five hundred dollars ahead. At that moment, Connie came in, saying loudly, "Last call, men. I'm taking off." She looked at Bob meaningly, rolling her eyes toward the door in invitation.
He looked her up and down lewdly. She was standing with her hands on her hips, her large breasts jutting out, their melon-like shape clearly outlined under the thin blouse, topped by out-thrust nipples. Her pelvis was shoved out enticingly and the round curves of her ass-cheeks jiggled slightly each time she moved. She glanced from Bob to the other players, but none of them spoke up. Bob made up his mind quickly.
"I'm cashing in," he announced, winking broadly at Connie. "Any of you losers want a last drink?" The players shook their heads, looking sour. It was unusual for Bob to walk out with any money, much less a good chunk of theirs and they didn't like it.
"Okay, Joe," Bob said as he shoved over his stacks of vari-colored chips, "lay seven hundred in my hot little hand." Joe counted the chips, then handed over the money.
"Thanks, men," Bob said lightly as he headed through the door to the bar following behind Connie, watching her buttocks bounce provocatively. As the door closed behind them, he reached out and laid a hand on one curvy ass-cheek, squeezing it hard.
Connie jumped in mock surprise and said over her shoulder, "Can't wait, huh?"
"About long enough for you to grab your purse and get the hell out of here," Bob quipped in what he thought was a devilish manner.
She went behind the bar, reached under it and came up with her purse. The place was empty, and she stood aside for him to precede her outside, while she put the automatic lock on the door, flipped out the lights, and followed him. - It took them only twenty minutes to arrive at the now darkened motel, and both their hands had been busy, feeling, pawing, arousing.
Bob used his master key to open the last unit, which he knew was unoccupied.
"You brought me good luck tonight, Connie," Bob said, turning on the lights, eyeing her body lasciviously.
"That's what women are for, honey," she replied.
"That ain't all they're good for!" Bob laughed, tweaking one of the nipples that stuck out so tantalizingly. "So," he waved his hand grandly about the room, "welcome to my humble abode."
"It must be something, owning a place like this," Connie said, "You can keep switching around from room to room." She giggled as he ran his hand over her breast.
"You got anything to drink in here, Bob honey?" she asked. "I don't drink while I'm workin', and I've got a healthy thirst built up."
"No, but I got two bottles of bourbon in the car. Be back in a second. Why don't you make yourself comfortable?" He went quickly outside and got the bottles from the trunk and returned looking triumphant. She was sitting on the bed, her legs spread wide, staring at him as he set the bottles on the nightstand, then brought two glasses from the bathroom.
"Ain't got no ice in here, baby. Mind drinking it straight?"
"Naw, I usually do. Ice ain't supposed to be any good for you, anyhow." Connie watched him pour two drinks and as he handed her one, he sat down close to her on the bed. He raised his glass, glad that he had decided to quit winners for once, and have a little fun. It sure beat sitting up all night until you were groggy, then crawling home flat broke. And the redheaded waitress looked like she was really ready for fucking. She was on the big side, with a large frame, but she had good proportions. Bob was already trying to visualize her plump legs draped around his neck.
They drank, and Bob coughed as the liquor burned his throat. He decided that he wanted to dig into Connie's pussy before he got too drunk to appreciate it, and he set his drink down. She was taking big swigs of the fiery liquor, and wasn't even batting an eyelash.
Bob leaned over and unzipped the back of her dress, sliding it forward over her shoulders so that he could reach her half-exposed mounds of flesh. He extended a hand to touch one, but she laughed and set her drink beside his. Standing up, she let the dress fall from her body, saying mockingly, "Boy, you're a shy one, ain't you?"
Bob stared at her breasts. They were enormous, yet nicely shaped, with large nipples and each had a circle of darker pink surrounding it.
"Aren't they nice and big, Bobby?" the tantalizing redhead asked proudly. She ran her hands over them briefly. They swelled out from her chest like ripe cantaloupes, and they jiggled with each slight move that she made.
Bob just stared in awe at them.
"Well, ain't you gonna even touch 'em, honey?" Connie asked indignantly. She pushed a hand up under each one, leaning forward and shoving them close to Bob's face.
Bob reached out both hands, squeezing them gingerly, liking the way his fingers sank deep into the soft flesh. He pulled her toward him and she flopped on the bed. His mind was boggled at the sensation he felt as his hands tried to gather one breast in each. Her nipples grew even larger and became taut as he twirled them between his thumbs and forefingers. Bob felt his heart begin to beat faster as his cock began to stiffen. He felt a strange sense of power, maneuvering this large, sexy woman about to suit his whims.
The lust-driven husband looked at Connie's face, and saw that her eyes were beginning to grow hazy with desire. She sure didn't take much warming up, Bob thought.
"That's the way, baby," Connie cooed as he increased the pressure on her nipples. Her eyes were half-closed and she moaned low in her throat.
Bob felt a wild excitement taking hold of him. Connie was a live one... a hell of a lot different from the ice-box that Laura had become. He pinched her nipples roughly, then kneaded the enormous mounds of flesh with his palms and fingers for a moment.
The lascivious redhead continued to moan and sway, and Bob reached down and put one hand on her naked thigh. She wore no stockings and he felt her shudder with pleasure as he stroked her naked flesh. His cock was rapidly hardening now, pushing out against his pants. He let his hand rove slowly up her inner thigh. Connie suddenly closed her thighs tightly, pressing the heat of her body into his flesh. Bob thought his cock would burst through his pants as his fingers touched the first, soft, curly red hairs of her cunt! She was gasping now, and his own breathing was rapid. He felt the moist lubricant of her pussy juices with his fingertips, and she relaxed her thighs, letting his fingers move into the slit of her pussy. They groped and found the damp entrance to her cunt. Bob was astonished at the tightness of her pussy, and he inched his extended middle finger in deeper, moving it about, searching for her clitoris.
Connie was kissing his neck, making whimpering noises in his ear, and her strong perfume was more intoxicating than a drink would have been.
He pushed her back onto the bed and quickly slid his pants down, kicking them off along with his shoes. She lay panting, eagerly awaiting his caresses, and he flattened himself close to her, reaching over and grasping one of her huge breasts as he found her lips with his mouth and shoved his tongue way to the back of her mouth. As she took it, sucking it as if she would swallow it completely, he moved his hand from her breast down to the soft, waiting pubic hair and inserted his fingers into her moist twitching cunt.
"Oooooh..." she moaned aloud, and then she was all over him ... kissing him back with a fury, running her hand up and down his thick, muscular back, her nails raking his flesh and sending shivers of delight over his body.
Bob couldn't get over how good she felt in his arMs. She was really stacked ... all that firm soft flesh lying there, begging him to take it. .. to use it for whatever he wanted! Her bigness only added to her voluptuousness and he was filled with curiosity of what it would be like when he had it stuck way up inside her. Even though her breasts were like large balloons, her hips were in fine proportion and her waist was surprisingly slim. She did not have the heavy belly of many big women.
As her hand moved down and grasped his blood-swollen cock, she muttered, "My God, what a man!" She squeezed and stroked his rigid penis as he put his hands over her round, full buttocks and pulled her toward him. She raised one leg high, guiding his cock into her moistly welcoming cunt, and Bob lunged forward and rammed it up into her damp, slippery channel as hard as he could. Her body twitched and writhed and she groaned with pleasure in response to Bob's monstrous cock burying itself deep up into her cunt. She wound her smooth, long legs around his thrusting hips and squeezed him still closer to her, so that his pelvis ground down into hers. The muscles of her vagina held him tight, enclosing his rigid, pulsing cock.
She pulled his face close, kissing him wildly, moaning, "Fuck me, Daddy, ... yeah, yeah ... fuck me all night!" Connie screwed her firm buttocks tight up against him until there was barely a fraction of an inch between them. The sensitive nub of her clitoris quivered as his weight shifted back and forth on her quivering mound.
"Fuck me harder! Harder!" she begged, gasping for breath as her clasping cunt surrounded his throbbing penis, opening and closing around the thick plunging shaft. Fire was building inside her belly, sparked by the excitement that flashed from her cunt, and it spread rapidly to every nerve ending in her body. It rippled through her flexing legs, and curled her toes as she held them tightly against Bob's back. Connie moved her hips from side to side and up and down on the burgeoning cock that pumped insistently in and out in a jackhammering rhythm, plunging far back into her lust-filled womb.
The frantically working husband was finding it hard to hold back his cum. Connie was a new kind of woman for him, and she was much better than he thought she'd be. He should have tried her out before, he was thinking. The experienced redhead used the inner muscles of her pussy in a fantastic manner as she pumped her buttocks up and down smoothly. His cock felt as if it were plunging into a warm butter-filled mitten as her hungry pussy sucked up and down his shaft. He was groaning now in pleasure, and his balls were aching and swollen with the cum he needed to release deep up inside her eager pussy.
Bob could tell that Connie was ready to explode. She was making mewling sounds, and her juices were flowing around his stiffly pistoning cock. Her head tossed from side to side and her eyes rolled, her red hair flowing from side to side. She bucked up to meet his thrusts, her back arched and her feet and legs digging so hard into his back that he was afraid she'd break his ribs. His saliva-filled mouth went to hers, covering it as he thrust his tongue in and out of her open mouth.
"Oooooooh, God ... I'm cumming," Connie moaned. "Harder... honey ... faster and harder..."
Bob drew back until just the spongy head of his pulsing cock remained at the entrance to her cunt. He suddenly rammed his body forward, driving his turgid penis up into the very depths of her, so hard that both their bodies moved a foot farther across the bed.
"Oh, Bobby . . . aaaah . . . fuck me, lover... give it all to me ... " Connie screamed as his cock smashed into the bottom of her steaming vagina. The mindlessly writhing redhead squirmed and fluttered like a butterfly impaled by a pin, as his long cock slammed into her so deep that his balls slapped loudly into the widespread crack of her round buttocks.
As his 200 pounds rose and fell, ramming his cock deep into the throbbing cunt, her head swam with the joyous feeling and her fingernails raked at his broad back. She sucked hungrily at his tongue, avidly swallowing his saliva as if it were ambrosia.
The bedsprings creaked and groaned in protest and the room was flooded with the sounds they made as they neared their cum. Connie could feel the first waves of a gigantic pleasure start to climb from within her cunt, spreading rapidly to her entire body. She reached down for his balls, grasping them firmly and kneading them with a gentle movement, begging him, "Cum now, honey ... now ... please ... please cum ... !"
Bob's cock was swollen to unbelievable proportions, and each thrust it made was like a pile driver pounding into her. Bob felt the tingling beginning in his balls, moving quickly through his body. Her manipulations of his cock with her vaginal muscles was driving him out of his mind!
He felt the molten lava of his cum begin in his balls and move up through his cock, taking over his lower body and his emotional structure. "You hot little cunt!" he gasped, "you sweet fuckin' cunt!" His cock spewed his hot searing cum in a stream into Connie's wide pussy, its Jetstream bouncing huge globules off the walls of her pulsating vagina, driving Connie to the heights of joy.
As she felt his viscous semen spewing up into her, her back arched up at least a foot from the bed, and spasm after spasm freed her screaming, ecstatic orgasm, making her body twist and jerk in an obscene dance of total abandon.
Bob collapsed onto her, his chest cushioned by her large breasts, gasping and gulping for air. Both their bodies twitched with the last lingering thrills of their now depleted passion.
They had lain in spent exhaustion for a long time before Bob stood up as if dizzy, reaching for his glass and quickly downing the bourbon. He felt it hit his stomach with a burning jolt and he looked down at Connie. Her legs were still spread wide and he could see the wetly matted hair of her cunt glistening in the dim light. Little streams of his cum seeped from her well-fucked vaginal slit onto the bedcovers, just below the crevice of her ass-cheeks. The sight of her wide-open cunt brought instant arousal to the young husband, and he knew that he'd be ready for a second go at her in a few moments. He had to ... she'd been too fantastic to settle for just one fucking!
His episode of the day before with his wife had left him unsatisfied, but the lascivious redheaded waitress had more than made up for Laura's lack. He wondered suddenly what his wife was doing. Probably moping and pouting like some martyred saint. It had served her right, Bob thought viciously. She should have responded like Connie had. . . like a real woman should!
He laughed aloud suddenly as a drunken idea came to him. The drinks he'd had earlier at the game were beginning to get to him, and the almost-full waterglass of bourbon was finishing the job. But, he told himself, he thought more clearly when he had just enough booze.
Connie stirred and propped herself on her elbow, looking at him quizzically as he stood grinning into space.
"It wasn't that funny, was it, Bobby?" she smiled.
He grinned back, his cock already beginning to harden again as he looked at her spread pussy. He reached for the bottle and poured another stiff drink for himself and added some of the liquor to Connie's, handing it to her. They sipped slowly as she eyed his rapidly rising cock, and he looked at the inviting slit that was wide open to his salacious gaze. He fondled his hard cock absentmindedly.
The aroused young husband licked his lips absentmindedly as he stared at her lewdly splayed pussy. But he was thinking of Laura's pussy. Why not? he thought, the whiskey was bolstering his courage now, it would probably taste good. He knew she would like him sucking her cunt. She was his wife, after all, and she was a good-looking piece of ass, no matter what. And he had never eaten Laura's box. This would be the trick that would snap her back to the reality that she was his wife, and that she had better damned well do as he said. And it might make her appreciate what a lover she was married to!
Bob rolled Connie over so that her well rounded buttocks were partially exposed. He slapped her lightly on the rump and said, "That's some nice ass, Connie!" She winced and frowned in mock anger at the slap, but he knew she liked it.
"What do you say to something different... something to add a little zip to our sex?"
"Zip? What zip? I thought it was pretty good," she said.
"Yeah, it was terrific, but this is something extra!" The more he thought about it, the more exciting it seemed.
"There's a broad I want to have some fun with..." Bob watched her face to see how she'd take it "She's a stick-in-the mud that needs her pussy woke up. You game?"
Connie shrugged. "Sure. Why not? Anything for some new kicks." She sipped at the whiskey nonchalantly.
"Good!" Bob said. "I'll get her over here and you just go along with the game, okay?" She nodded.
Bob was exhilarated with the flush of liquor and with his developing idea to give Laura something to think about. And ... he was going to get a real bang out of it himself!
He reached for the telephone and dialed his own number. The office had a different number from their home phone, and he knew Laura would be at home now. She must have been asleep, for he let it ring several times before she mumbled a sleepy "Hello ....?'.'
"Laura, come on down to Number 15, right away. I've got something I want to show you."
"Bob! What are you doing home? I didn't even think you'd be ... "
"Never mind the questions, Laura. Just come up here right away. Okay?" He put down the phone, not giving her a chance to question him any further.
He walked over and put his hand on Connie's pussy, rubbing it briskly. "This should be fun, baby," he said, winking. "Now, how about you doing something special for me." He pulled her to her feet, then sat down on the bed, spreading his legs and pulling her down to her knees in front of him. His cock was erect, waving crazily as he moved about. "How about you doing a suck job on me? That ought to shake up Laura!"
Laura put the phone down, a look of puzzlement on her face. Her eyes showed a vague fear, and she ran a hand over her still sore face. What was he up to now, at this time of night? He was usually at his poker game much later than this, or out helling around in some wild get-rich-quick venture.
Laura had tried her best, once her mind had cleared and her body had begun to feel somewhat normal, to convince herself that his savage conduct of the other night had been due to his having been exceptionally drunk, and under a severe strain from his guilt at having borrowed more money.
She had also taken a long look at her role and behavior in the marriage, trying to see where she might have been partly responsible for his deterioration into a common drunk and gambler. She told herself she could have been more understanding ... more companionable. Maybe she should have continued to visit the track with him more, instead of making a drudge of herself and leaving him with too many hours to kill alone. She might have done a hundred things to be a better wife to him, but, when she put it all together, the cold facts told her that she hadn't been to blame.
Still, she wanted them to make marriage work, somehow. They had to do something to change the deadly routine that was developing. And it had to be a change on Bob's part, she knew, for she couldn't let him drag her down to his gutter! Even after his disgusting performance, and in spite of her genuine loathing of the moment, she still felt a spark of the old love for him slowly kindling within her each time she thought about him. Maybe she was just in love with the image of what she thought Bob could be, but whatever it was, the spark was still there.
When he had surprised her with the mysterious summons to Number 15 unit, a quick delight had sprung to life within her. Perhaps he had planned something to show her that he was sorry for all his bestiality! Maybe he had brought a special gift - a peace-making gesture. Best of all... perhaps he had won enough money back, by some miracle, to put their finances back in some shape.
She ran to the closet and threw on a light robe, pausing before the mirror long enough to primp her hair and put on some quick makeup. Her heart was dancing at the prospect of getting things on the right track once more. She put on some slippers, and with a last glance to see that she was indeed attractive, she headed for the last unit of the motel. She hoped desperately that, if indeed Bob did apologize and they made up, he would give her the gentle, thrilling, fulfilling kind of sex that they had once known ... so long ago.
She reached the room and stopped outside the door. Her hands were trembling. She wanted to be in complete control of her emotions when she faced him so that he wouldn't fly into a rage again. Maybe she was putting too much emphasis on the material things... on money, and she wanted to tell him so. All she really cared about was him. As she stood there composing her thoughts and emotions, she heard a strange sound coming from behind the closed door. She listened carefully, but she couldn't identify it. She opened the door slowly and peered in. The sight she saw froze her in mid-motion, and her heart sank!
Bob was finishing off the last strokes by holding Connie's head in both hands and forcing her wide-open mouth down deep into his stiff cock.
"Suck, baby, suck it good! All the way down!" he commanded her, and the wanton redhead was complying with eagerness. Her full lips nibbled at the head of the thrusting rod as it jammed in and out of her mouth. She sucked loudly, making a sputtering, coughing noise on occasion, as he drove it almost into her tonsils. His balls slapped against her chin as he fucked her in the mouth, faster and faster, bulging her cheeks grotesquely. He watched lasciviously, his eyes glazing with lust, as his turgid cock disappeared deep into her mouth, then reappeared, saliva covered, hot, rigid!
"Now you're with it, baby!" Bob gasped in pleasure. "Take it all! Eat it! Eat it!" Bob stared down in lewd fascination and watched his cock disappear obscenely into her face! He pulled her head harder and faster, and he began to raise his buttocks in a fast rhythm, feeling his cum rising in his balls.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw the door opening and he pulled back, positioning the sucking redhead's face directly in front of his glisteningly trembling, blood-swollen cock as the spurts of white cum shot straight out, doing an obscene dance, showering Connie's face with the sticky liquid, leaving small gobs of it clinging to her cheeks and running down into her open mouth.
She licked at the sticky streams on her face for an instant, then lunged forward and began to suck and lick his rapidly jerking cock, her eyes closed in delight, murmuring animal sounds that matched those coming from Bob's throat!
Chapter Four
Laura couldn't believe her own eyes. It was unreal... like a bad dream. It just wasn't possible that the scene before her was taking place! She watched humbly as her husband stood up, leaving the woman to kneel on the floor and finally, to lean forward and wipe her cum-filled face on the bedclothes.
Her mind told her to run, but her emotions blocked all action. She could hardly breathe, but she did turn to run as fast and as far as she could from the obscenity in Number 15. But Bob was faster than she was, and he strode forward quickly and yanked her into the room, shutting the door behind her.
"Noooo . . . oh, God, no ... " Laura screamed, but it came out as only a pitiful gurgle, so choked were the muscles of her throat.
Connie sat cross-legged on the floor, her cunt exposed, her breasts quiet, now, looking in an amused manner at the scene between Bob and Laura. Bob held her in a tight grip, grinning evilly at her until she finally stopped her frantic efforts to escape. She just stood there, trembling, her mind rocking with the enormity of the act she had seen her husband engaged in with this strange woman.
"Just calm down, Laura.. .that's the girl... that's much better," Bob said as he put her hand behind her, holding both wrists in his huge hand. He moved behind her and shoved her slowly toward the bed. Laura tried not to look at the obscene caricature of a woman who was watching all this with a crooked smile warping her face. She had never seen such large breasts, nor such a monstrously wide pussy. She must be losing her mind ... this couldn't be reality! She tried to pull away from Bob's grip, but it was a weak and futile gesture.
"Bob..." Her voice was panic-stricken, pleading... "What are you doing ... how can you..." she broke off in despair, knowing she had walked into another sex-saturated trap conceived in the devilish mind of her husband. Bob sat her on the bed, close to where Connie was still squatting on the floor, moving her body so she could follow their actions.
"How can I what, baby? Have a woman suck my prick? It's easy, baby, after the icebox-way you acted with me. I wanted some real action with a real woman. Who wants to try to fuck a statue? Now you take Connie, here ... she's really something else. She's a real woman!" He gestured toward the woman on the floor, smiling evilly at the redhead, who giggled and winked back at him.
Laura felt faint, and the sobs came suddenly, rocking her body as she covered her face with her hands to blot out. the scene. She was going mad! The whole world was mad! Sex mad! Obscene! She cried like a whipped child in huge, shuddering sobs.
Her determined husband calmly poured a shot into his glass and gulped it down. Then he poured another and extended the glass to Laura. "Here, take this. Crying gets you nowhere, baby. All this isn't as bad as you think. Don't kmock any of it until you've tried it!" He glanced at Connie and said, "Eh, baby?" The obscenely grinning waitress nodded, beginning to enjoy it, but feeling a faint twinge of pity for the crying woman on the bed.
Bob forced the glass to his wife's lips and, rather than have him force it down her, she took it and drank it all. She felt it like fire in her throat, then her stomach, and surprisingly, it helped a little. She coughed a bit, but she downed it all. She sagged back onto the bed, feeling she had to pass out. Her mind couldn't take any more of this inferno she had walked into.
Bob was talking, but she didn't hear him. The words were just sounds as Laura drifted on an empty cloud, hoping she would never return to reality.
". . . and this is too good to keep, baby. I want to share it with you ..."
She wondered what he was talking about, but then, what did it really matter? Nothing mattered any more. The alcohol was racing through her blood, taking effect, making her feel light-headed and even more mixed up.
"When a man comes across a good thing, he ought to share it with his wife. . . " Bob was saying, "and Connie is really a good thing!" He laughed nastily and bent to pinch one of Connie's taut nipples. She slapped playfully at his hand, but her smile told him she was enjoying the whole thing.
"Bob!" Laura screamed suddenly, "what are you trying to do to me ... drive me insane?" Her head shook from side to side and her body trembled as her pretty face was transformed into a mask of fear and hate.
Bob's mood changed. His face hardened and anger clouded his eyes. Maybe she still hadn't learned her lesson!
"I told you to drop the innocent, little-girl act!" he snapped. A sly smile replaced his frown. "That's it, baby, pretend it's a show ... just an act. Just a little show for old Bob, huh? You'll like it... I promise!"
His words weren't making sense to her confused mind. Bob looked down at the redhead. "How about it, Connie? Want to put on a good show for old Bobby?"
Connie had been eyeing the svelte body of Laura, and she nodded eagerly. This broad might be a weak sister, she thought, but she sure is a sexy, beautiful woman! "Why not?" Connie said, leering at Laura, whose mind was beginning to grasp what Bob was implying.
Laura shook her head in horror, then loathing took over her expression. Her eyes flashed wildly as she glared into Connie's lewd face.
"How dare you? You're insane! I wouldn't have anything to do with a ... a cheap whore like you!" she spat. She began to scramble off the bed, but Bob blocked her way, one hand balled into a huge fist.
"If you don't, baby, I'll knock your pretty face into hamburger! I swear... I'll break every bone in your face! And then I'll walk out and leave you with this crummy joint to yourself!" He was almost foaming at the mouth in his anger. "I'm fed up with this chicken-shit operation ... and almost fed up with you!"
Laura's brain reeled. It wasn't so much his threat to beat her again as the threat to leave her. She had felt a deep dread of this for weeks ... months, perhaps, and she hadn't been able to look into the future without him! She had clasped her hands over her breasts, the robe opened slightly to expose part of her breasts. Now, as she looked dumbly at Bob, then down at the leering, lecherous face of Connie, she felt revulsion steal into her brain.
Involuntarily, the words leaped from her throat! "No! You can't do that!"
Bob sensed that he had hit home.
"Oh, can't I? Remember, baby, I've got a pretty good bankroll right now, and as Connie showed you, I can get me some pretty sharp, hot, willing chicks! And if you don't shape up fast, you'll find yourself finger-fucking your own pussy every night!" He leered at her, knowing he was winning.
Laura felt as if her body were drifting away, bit by bit. Her soul was dead. Her mind was numb. What would she do alone?
Connie sat staring at them impassively. It didn't mean a thing to her, but she wished they would quit shouting. It was getting nerve-wracking. If Bob wanted a lesbian for his prissy girlfriend... or wife, whatever she was... she didn't see what the fuss was all about. Connie didn't mind an occasional three-way sex session, although she really preferred her kicks from men. The red-haired waitress stood up, hulking almost as tall as Bob, and she stared down at Laura with contempt. The helplessly confused wife looked from her lascivious face to Bob's balled fist, and her body heaved with a deep sigh.
She said timidly, "What... what do I do?"
"Now you're talking!" her insistent husband exploded gleefully. "First, get that goddamned robe off and show us that sexy body!" He pulled her forward and quickly removed the robe, leaving his blonde-haired wife naked, blushing under their lewd stares.
Bob poured her a stiff drink from the almost-empty bottle and she drank it gratefully, hoping that it would knock her completely out. It made her dizzier and she closed her eyes, feeling as if she were on a giant roller coaster. She just wanted to block out the whole thing. The two of them standing there naked, ogling her bare body, lust making their faces ugly. She wanted to vomit. The idea of having that woman who came from God knew where, touching her! The idea of Connie ... who was probably some hired prostitute ... touch her breasts or vagina with either her hands or her mouth.. . was revolting.
"I won't! I can't!" she burst out in panic. But she looked up at her husband and saw the cruel look of determination on his face, and she knew that if she refused, he would beat her to death! Her nails bit into her palms and she bit her lips until the blood came. She had to ... if she wanted to stay alive!
She thought bitterly of her bright hopes as she had primped to come down here.
Bob sensed her surrender and he said to the redhead, "Why don't you make little Laura feel at ease?"
Connie leered at the lovely breasts, the flat stomach, the beautiful vee of the blonde pubic mound, and her tongue licked her lips hungrily. The wanton waitress had begun to be a bit bored by the whole thing, but now that she had been called on to get the ball rolling, she responded with alacrity. She sat down beside Laura and as her hands went quickly to the lush breasts, massaging them lovingly, she felt Laura go limp under her touch. Bob stood leering down at them, his cock beginning to harden at the sight of the two women together. His mouth twisted evilly as he wondered why he hadn't thought of something like this a long time ago.
The massaging waitress's fingers on her body made Laura's skin crawl and she wanted to scream as she heard Connie say, close to her ear, "Honey, you've really got 'em. You should never put a bra over those luscious boobs!"
It was hideous, having a woman touching her breasts and making lewd comments about them. The distraught blonde-haired wife had always thought of her body as something sacred ... for her husband's sight and touch only, and now he was flaunting her like a common slut in front of this cheap, perverted imitation of a woman!
"Hey!" Bob cried enthusiastically, "You two look like you were made for each other! You really fit!" Laura's heart leaped then sank. Was this what she had to become to attract her own husband ... a cheap lesbian target? Connie gave each nipple a sudden tweak, and it jolted Laura out of her thoughts with the sudden pain.
The lascivious redhead looked up at Bob, as if seeking approval. His eyes were on their bodies, and she continued to twist the hard nipples of his young wife. Hell, she thought, Bob is a good lay, and a sucker, to boot. Why not give him his sex kicks. Who knows. .. he might come in handy some day. .. especially if he would ever win some money from those other slobs. She'd give him a real show, and, she just might teach this Laura something about the extra kicks she could get from having sex with another woman. It sure as hell looked as if she wasn't having any fun with men!
"Come on, Connie, get with it. Get to the nitty-gritty!" Bob cried out, his cock now standing out from his loins stiff and ready. He was getting a big kick out of this. His leer faded as he surveyed the beautiful body of his wife. Hell, he thought, he had a good deal in Laura... if only she would thaw out. He recalled the violent but futile scene of a couple of nights ago, as his eyes feasted on her lovely breasts, her long, beautiful legs, her trim waist and her magnet crotch. He would let Connie warm her up tonight, he thought, and later, he'd really pump his cock into that cunt... so good that she'd have to come around to him. He felt like jumping her right then ... knocking her to the floor and raping her. He wanted to see those sexy legs spread wide ... those arms around his neck... and that mouth calling his name, demanding that he fuck her harder! He was so excited that he sat in a nearby chair, fearing that he would do exactly what his fantasies demanded.
"Come on, Connie," he shouted, as if he were at a sporting event, "give her the whole treatment!"
Connie responded by dropping one hand to Laura's thigh, rubbing it gently, then suddenly thrusting her whole hand up against the warm, trembling lips of Laura's cunt! Laura sat meekly, accepting the degradation, growing numb. Tears began to trickle from her eyes, hot, searing tears that came fresh from her soul. She felt like dirt... like a piece of shit!
"Come on, honey," Connie coaxed, "get with it. You're missing one hell of a lot out of life if you don't!"
"Yeah," Bob commented excitedly, "you can do better than that, baby. I haven't even seen that pretty cunt of yours pop open yet. Spread those pretty legs ... Connie and I want to see that cute little cunt of yours!"
Reluctantly, hardly realizing she was doing it, Laura spread her legs a little . .. then a little more. Connie's small hands darted quickly between her thighs, spreading them wide open so that the honeyed split between her legs was totally exposed to Bob's lascivious stare.
She ran her fingers up and down Laura's thighs, crooning, "Come on, honey ... nobody's going to hurt you. .. open up. You'll like it. .. you'll see."
No! Never! the helpless blonde wife thought. I can't. .. and if they make me do it, I'll never like it! She felt more vulnerable than she had ever felt in her life, as her legs unconsciously spread wider, showing more of her cunt to her husband, who now leaned forward, licking his lips, enjoying the sight more than he had ever enjoyed any sex scene or action! Bob wanted to jump on her and shove his hard cock so deep up into her that she would yell out loud, but he was enjoying the sex scene too much.
Connie looked at him, a smile of triumph on her face. "You look like you want to shove it into her right now," she said with an obscene leer.
"I can wait!" Bob snapped, anxious for the main event to take place.
Laura could feel Bob's hot eyes on her wide-open cunt, and she felt degraded. She was aware of the feel of Connie's hand on her pussy, and her breathing began to be rapid. The sensual smell of Connie's perfume, added to her natural woman scent, was making Laura dizzy. She didn't want to succumb to their dirty, evil plot, but... Connie's hand massaging her cunt lips was beginning to arouse her!
She wasn't aware that she had fallen back on the bed, nor that she had spread her legs even wider, nor even that she wanted it to happen. She was aware that Connie's fingers were tracing little curlicue patterns on her upper thighs, and that they moved into her blonde pubic hair, sending shudders of aroused delight through her body. She could feel the expelled breath of the other woman as Connie's face came close to her belly, and one of the redhead's outstretched fingers stole into the crevice of her cunt, seeking and finding the mound of flesh that controlled all of Laura's passions!
"Come on! Come on!" Bob encouraged, unconsciously stroking his rigid cock as he watched Connie's face go ever-closer to his wife's widespread pussy. Laura tried to tell herself that, if she endured it, it would soon be over. But as the redhead's probing fingers found and massaged her clitoris, she forgot her revulsion. It felt too good. The nails hurt her at first, but as Connie became more involved with arousing her, tickling her clitoris almost lovingly, Laura found herself twisting and turning in mounting desire!
She wanted to cross her legs to shut out the invading hand, but she couldn't! She knew that Connie would go all the way, and with a guilty feeling, Laura suddenly admitted that she wanted her to! She just wished that her-husband wasn't there, staring maniacally at the sex action, playing with his rigid cock! He was the wrong one to be there ... not Connie!
Connie pushed one hand under Laura's wildly thrashing white buttocks, holding the other hand firmly pressed against her vagina as her fingers busied themselves with her clitoris. The aggressive redhead was controlling her every movement, for when Laura withdrew to escape the exploring fingers, Connie would push up on her buttocks, forcing her helpless victim's pelvis to meet each oncoming thrust of her demanding fingers.
Connie was warming to the sexiness of Laura's body now. "What a beautiful ass, honey," she gasped. "And that pussy ..." she gave a vicious dig at Laura's clitoris, "... God ... I've got to taste it... suck it... lick it!" The redhead was now totally unaware of Bob's presence. All she wanted was to devour this wonderful, virginal cunt!
The helplessly violated blonde-headed housewife looked down at the probing fingers, and caught sight of the lewd, evil face of her husband, stroking his tremendously hard cock. It was horrible. It was unreal. But the most unbelievable part of it all was that she was beginning to welcome the fingers of Connie inside her cunt, and ... God help her... she actually hoped that Connie would suck and lick and bite her cunt! And quickly, before her conflicting emotions tore her in two!
She heard the gasping of her husband's breathing, and the almost sobbing panting of Connie, and the sound of the bed creaking faintly. And she heard the low, but distinct sound of the redhead's wet fingers, sliding in and out of her cunt, making soft, slithering sounds. Most astonishing of all, she heard her own choked moans ... and she was moaning with pleasure!
Laura was jolted out of her lethargic pleasure by Connie thrusting her whole hand up deep inside her cunt! She screamed in pain, and writhed to escape the cruel invasion, but as Connie leaned forward and pressed her mouth to Laura's, her tongue lashing furiously between her lips, the scream faded and the distraught blonde became aware of the sensations she was feeling! Her mind darted back to the pain-pleasure of the dildo, and she felt the fiery lust begin to rise in her belly and spread to her whole body. She was betraying everything she'd ever believed in, yet, she was unable to resist the masochistic, engulfing pleasure that was flooding her body as Connie's ruthless hand plunged deep up into her cunt, filling it, thrilling it, hurting it!
"You do like it, honey..." Connie said huskily as she plunged her hand in deeper, her fingers spreading to touch every tiny part of the inner pussy. "I know what a woman likes," she went on, her lips touching Laura's mouth, her tongue darting out to brush the opened lips of Laura.
In spite of the guilt that seared her brain, Laura couldn't help herself. She spread her legs wider, welcoming the deep thrusts. She was excited beyond description by the lewd abandonment that she felt. Suddenly, she felt herself relaxing, and she felt that she was in her element here with the kind of sexually-loose people she belonged to!
She found her hips moving from side to side to allow Connie's hand more leeway, to allow her to touch more, of the innermost parts of her cunt... and she was enjoying it as she had never enjoyed sex before. Deep inside, she told herself that she was being forced to do this, but her mind pointed fingers of shame at her, for Laura was enjoying it to the hilt! She heard Bob clearing his throat nervously, and the thought of making him jealous gave an added impetus to Laura's movements. She'd show him! If he had to force this pleasure on her, she would let him know that he was doing her a favor... that a woman was far superior to him when it came to arousing and satisfying her!
She spread her legs wider, her head rolling from side to side. She was too far gone now to fight the thrilling sensations that swept over her body like a consuming fire. She said huskily, "Suck my titties, Connie . .. and lick my pussy ... stick your tongue in deep ... suck it... lick it... make me cum ... please!"
Connie had been growing more turned on to Laura as she went on, and at the invitation, she immediately began to suck Laura's nipple, her invading hand still probing deep up into the moistly heated cavern of her vagina. As she sucked and nibbled, the lust-driven redhead murmured words of endearment. "Oh, honey . . . darling ... I'll take you to heaven ... I want to taste your sweet cunt... I want to make you cum ... and I want you to suck my cunt, too ... please!"
The red-haired waitress was totally out of control, and she had to have this ripe young woman totally. She was unaware of Bob's presence, her whole being given over to satisfying this beautiful body. And now she wanted to feel the mouth of this innocent blonde-haired woman on her own quivering cunt!
Connie's tongue moved rapidly downward, licking at Laura's navel, then moving quickly to her sparse pubic hair. She encircled the blonde hair with her tongue, licking at Laura's lower belly, her upper thighs, zeroing in on the wide open slit that was her ultimate target. She withdrew her hand, feeling Laura's body twitch and leap as she felt the large mass of flesh withdrawn from her vagina.
Laura's vagina was throbbing, but not with pain ... it was desire she felt... desire for the lips and tongue of this wild, wonderful sex partner whom her husband had forced upon her. She wanted this wonderful feeling to last forever!
As Connie spread her legs wide, shoving a hand under each ass-cheek, pushing her cunt higher to make it more accessible, Laura had to prop herself up and look down at the marvelous sight. She watched avidly as she spread her legs even wider, and the redhead's hungry mouth came down to her blonde crotch. She unconsciously spread her cunt lips even wider, welcoming the lashing, excited tongue of Connie. As her hot tongue contacted Laura's clitoris, and she moved it about, touching the sensitive areas on either side, she moaned with ecstasy, flinging her arms and legs out as wide as she could, wanting to take in all the sensual joys that Connie's mouth could provide. She forced her hips up higher, bucking and rolling her hips under the lust-consumed waitress's expert tongueing. All shame was gone now ... she felt free as the air... free as any woman had ever felt... as she turned and twisted, moaned and wailed, whined and pleaded for Connie to fuck her . . . make her cum! "Oh ... don't stop ... don't stop now ... don't ever stop, darling..." Laura heard herself saying. More astounding, she was feeling it in her heart.
Neither of them were aware that Bob was now standing. He was pumping away at his stiff cock, driven insane by the sight of their lasciviously uninhibited love. He massaged his lust-swollen cock as he tried to envision his wife giving herself to him in this same total abandonment... this pure sensual joy ... that she was giving to Connie.
Orgasm hit Laura like lightning! She suddenly was breaking into a million pieces... each floating off serenely into its own little niche of delight. She was walking in heaven.
. "Aaaaah ..." she gasped. "Oooooh, lover ... ooooh ..." There were no words to tell of her blissful state. She let her whole being go as she felt overcome and shattered by one final, beautiful orgasm. She was oblivious to Bob... even to Connie, the giver of this pleasure. Her body seemed to be a separate entity, floating on a sea of sexual bliss.
Bob stopped pumping his throbbing cock for a moment as he saw that his wife was writhing in the throes of an overwhelming climax. He had never seen her like this. The astounded husband had never guessed she would be capable of this kind of arousal or gratification! Savage jealousy ripped through him. She had never responded to him that way! Never! But he couldn't stop his hand from stroking his throbbing cock. He had to cum ... even if it was only while he was imagining his own wife letting him suck her pussy, bringing her to the same heights of ecstasy that this cheap barmaid, Connie, had done with such ease!
As he watched Laura writhing in the final spasm of her gigantic orgasm, he put both his hands on his cock, jerking it madly, wanting her to see him shoot his cum out into space, as a sign that he didn't need her... he didn't need any woman! All he wanted to get across to her was that the most important person on earth, to him, was himself! He looked triumphantly at his wife and at Connie as the shots of white semen spurted out into space, landing on his legs, on the carpet, and even spewing onto the bed where the two women lay, enjoying the aftermath of their lesbian lovemaking!
He moved over close to the bed, trying desperately to make the last few spurts of his cum shower onto Laura's stomach, but he realized it wouldn't matter, for someone else had beaten him to the punch - another woman!
Bob was drunk. He admitted it. He had been slightly sobered by the sight of his wife's cunt opened wide to the tongue of Connie, his best fuck ... but he knew that he couldn't possibly get a good enough erection to take care of either of them. Not now. But later ... his eyes shone with anticipation.
He flopped feebly on the bed beside his wife. He was too drunk to care about sex, yet, vaguely in the back of his sodden mind, he wondered if the two women would continue to enjoy each other's bodies without him Connie climbed fully onto the bed, her arm draped over Laura, vaguely aware that Bob had flopped on the other side of her, on his face. It was hard not to know, for he was snoring loudly, sleeping the sleep of the drunk.
Connie smiled as she felt drowsiness close in. She had had two wonderful experiences. She couldn't lose. If Bob couldn't fuck her now, there was still Laura. Bob was completely out of it.
The satiated blonde-haired housewife lay with her arm over her eyes, floating on a cloud of pleasure, yet aware of the soggy arm of her husband that was draped over her belly. His breath smelled like a swill-barrel, and his snores were loud enough to arouse the whole motel unit. Yet, she couldn't feel the hatred of a couple of nights ago. After all, regardless of his aims, he had led her into the most exciting sexual encounter she had ever known. Subconsciously, as her mind surrendered to exhausted sleep, Laura's arm crept over to Connie's shoulder, and without even thinking about it, she snuggled close to her, appreciating the feel of her buttocks against her pelvis, and her hand stole unbidden to caress one of her seducer's breasts.
Finally, her worried mind took refuge in sleep, and her body shed the feeling of having been ravished. All-in-all, it had been a wonderful night!
Chapter Five
The sun streamed in through the window, playing on Bob's face. He lay flat on his back on the floor, and as his eyes struggled open, he was bewildered. It took him a full minute to orient himself to his surroundings. He finally figured that he had fallen out of bed sometime in the night, and had just lain there in a drunken stupor.
He sat up and looked over at the bed. Both women were sound asleep, breathing noisily, completely out of it. He rubbed his face and ran his hands through his hair, a crooked smile crossing his face. Some night! she thought. Really something, the way Connie broke the ice with Laura!
He picked himself up off the floor and fumbled his way into his rumpled clothes. He didn't want to awaken either woman. He hoped that after he left, Laura would wake up and, finding herself alone with Connie, really would go back for another hot lovemaking session with her. Bob wished he could have a picture of Laura's face when she woke up in the arms of another woman! And when she remembered what had happened, he'd like to be able to peer into her mind!
Bob walked out quietly, closing the door carefully. He hurried to his apartment and changed clothes, pausing to carefully count the stack of money before he put it into his wallet. He felt good, If the game was going yet, he would really teach those suckers how to play cards. He made a call to Manny, and was told that he was at a game that was being held at Jerry Morgan's place. Morgan owned a garage and filling station, and on the second floor, he had a room that was often used by the poker playing bunch. He also had a craps table that he'd built, and it was one of the action places that the local gamblers liked.
In spite of a slight hangover, Bob felt lighthearted as he drove to the garage. It had been a strangely thrilling night for him. He'd never been with two women at the same time, and it had really turned him on. He hoped that they really went for each other when they awoke, because he wanted more sexy sessions like that.
That was really all Laura needed was a little shaking up. She had responded readily enough, once Connie had got working on her. Hell, she wasn't any different than most women, once she dropped that holier-than-thou attitude.
He parked his car and made his way up the back stairs that led to the gaming room.
When he walked in, a hand was just finishing and the men began to heckle him in a good-natured way.
"Well, if it isn't lover boy himself!" One mocked.
"Yeah, Connie's latest playmate," another laughed.
"How is she, Bob? Still a good lay?"
Bob waved his hand at them and pretended he was insulted. "You don't have to tell the whole world about it. Move over and make room for a good poker player." He dragged up a chair and they made room for him.
The men quieted down quickly and the entire mood became tense. The cards weren't going good for Bob, and in less than an hour, he was out almost three hundred dollars. He was becoming surly and impatient, and the angrier he got at the way his luck was running, the worse he played.
He drank beer steadily. Jerry had a refrigerator in the room that the players kept stocked with beer by kicking in a couple of dollars after each game.
After three hours, there were only four players left, and Bob was down to two hundred dollars. He began pressing, trying to force the others to drop out by constantly raising their bets, but it wasn't working. When he lost a sizable pot, Bob angrily threw his cards on the table, gathered up his money - a hundred and twenty dollars - and left.
It broke up the game, but Bob was feeling the beers and he was beginning to worry a bit. If he went broke this time, he didn't know where he could raise any money. He couldn't borrow anymore on the motel and he was wearing out his borrowing power among his friends. He swore that he wouldn't do anymore borrowing' from Joe Wilkins. Joe was a loan shark, and rumor had it that he was a member of the syndicate. It was also rumored that Joe had much of the illegal betting action such as football pools and a bookmaking operation that handled all the tracks.
It was a known fact that he was behind a bordello that had existed for years, because he had been arrested and convicted and served time for this operation, and the house had been closed.
Ostensibly, Joe made a living from a used-furniture shop that had to be on the up-and-up, because the police were constantly checking on him because of his former activities.
And it was Joe who had pressured Bob for the payment that had forced him to take out the second mortgage. No open threats had been made, but word had been passed by some of the known hoods and sharpies that Wilkins wasn't a good guy to fall behind in payments with.
But as he fingered the last of his money, Bob was mulling over the idea of perhaps visiting Wilkins - they called him "The Barber" - if and when he found himself broke again. He didn't have much choice, he knew, for the motel was a dead issue as far as borrowing - or making money. He wished in a vague way that he had used the money wisely that he had borrowed, to put in the needed improvements that would attract more customers. But that was crying over spilt milk. He hoped that when the track opened in two weeks, in the heart of the vacation season, that the motel would be jammed, and he would at least have access to some money to try to hit the jackpot with the bangtails when they held forth for a couple of months.
It was typical of Bob's thinking that, although he was walking a precipice of financial disaster, he never thought about what sort of job he might take to add a steady income to the motel's intake. He knew it, but would not admit it even to himself, that he was incurably hooked on gambling. He had even toyed with the thought of going to Las Vegas or Reno, to become a part of the gamblimjscene ... the big time.
He knew, however, that he wouldn't ever make it there, and he had stubbornly decided that he would be the giant in his own home territory. He didn't know how, but he knew he would wind up being a big name in local gambling. He fancied himself as an operator, much more shrewd than any of the others with whom he gambled ... smarter, even, than Wilkins and the phantom-like figures who reputedly backed him.
Bob had an idea forming in the back of his mind. He had always been able to make out with women. He didn't know why the thoughts of Wilkins' whorehouse had crossed his mind, but he wondered vaguely why he hadn't made some of his sexual charm and virile sex powers pay off for him. Instead, he had married the beautiful, but wishy-washy Laura ... and in his secret thoughts, he knew that he had let the idea of her inheriting the motel influence his feelings. Oh, Laura was pretty, but it had been a hassle to even get her to let him feel her tits, when they had gone together, and she was really a virgin when they had married.
Without realizing it, Bob had begun to walk, his head down, deep in thought. When he became aware of how far he had walked, mulling over plans to make some fast money, he found that he was in front of Larry's Bar and Grill... one of the hotspots of the town, where a lot of bar pickups were available most of the time.
He was thirsty, disgruntled and in a quandary, and he headed in, noting the three girls that sat at the bar, along with seven men. Other couples were scattered about the place at the small tables. It was a reputedly rough place, with a lot of fights and a few police raids, but the women that hung around the place drew the studs from around town ... married or single.
He ordered a beer and eyed the chicks. He knew one, a girl named Sally, who was sitting alone. He told the bartender to give her a drink, and as he mixed it, Bob moved down the bar and sat beside her. She recognized him and raised the drink he'd bought, not saying a word, but smiling invitingly.
"What's doing later on?" Bob asked, grinning at her.
"Nothing that involves you, Bob." She said it without rancor, in a matter-of-fact way.
"What the hell does that mean?" She had taken him by surprise.
"You're a loser, Bobby boy." Again, Sally said it as if it were a published and authenticated fact.
"Who says so?" he snapped back, rapidly losing his patience.
"Everybody who knows you. For instance ... " Sally looked archly at him from the corner of heir eye, "you're running the motel into the ground ... borrowing ... begging..."
He frowned, wondering where she was getting all her information. He knew that some of the guys he bummed with often took Sally to bed ... when they had an extra twenty to spare ... but nobody but his wife knew about him taking out the second mortgage to pay off his gambling debts!
"I don't owe one damned dime in this town!" he exploded.
Sally shrugged and sipped at her drink. "That not the way I hear. I hear that Joe Wilkins has a hammerlock on the motel."
"Where the hell do you get all this shit?"
Bob's voice was loud now, causing the others at the bar to peer at him curiously.
"He's a friend of mine," Sally said calmly. It flashed across Bob's mind that Sally had worked at the joint that Joe had been jailed for running! Friend? She'd probably sucked his cock a hundred times! And made thousands of bucks for the guy!
He suddenly remembered what he had originally been contemplating when he had come into the bar. He decided to plunge into the deep water. Smothering his anger, he said boldly, "You're a hustler, Sally ... what would you think of working for me ... at the motel?"
Her eyes widened in disbelief as she swung about to stare at him. "You've got to be kidding!" she snorted. "You just don't open up a place around here on your own! You wouldn't last a week!"
"What are you talking about?" Bob was genuinely puzzled by her statement.
She looked at him, shaking her head in wonder at his naivete. "Look, dummy, selling fresh female meat is big business! You need connections. You just don't go off on your own with the 'local boy makes good' thing!"
It slowly dawned on him that she was talking about the syndicate. But who the hell knew any contacts in that direction, even if he did want to go that route?
"I see what you mean ..." Bob said softly. He sipped at his beer, aware that she was eyeing him closely.
"Are you serious?" Sally asked, still dubious about his sanity.
He shrugged. "I been kicking the idea around... that's all. Forget it. I'll see you around." He got up and walked out, wishing he hadn't even mentioned it to her. She had a big mouth, and some fancy ideas that she was the best fuck in the whole area.
He felt suddenly alone, and reckless. He walked rapidly now, heading back for Jerry's garage. There might still be enough guys around to get a game going, or else he might take Jerry himself for a couple of bucks at gin rummy. Jerry thought he was the best gin player in the world, and he seldom turned down a game.
He was in luck. There were four there, just playing some plain rummy for quarters, and he made enough for a halfway decent game. He reminded himself that he had only a little over a hundred left, and that he should play them smart, and let the others make the mistakes.
He didn't like that kind of poker, but he forced himself to play cautious, and inside an hour, he had picked up over a hundred in winnings. He felt a little more confident. As the time wore on, two more players joined the game and the action picked up considerably.
He had good hands and bad, and he played them well, but after about three hours, he was back down to about a hundred and fifty dollars.
He was debating whether to call it quits for the time being, or go all out and try to make a good hit, when he saw a man enter whose face was vaguely familiar. He was swarthy, sharply dressed, and had a slight cast to one eye. His name came to Bob in a flash - Mike Calucci - a flunky for Wilkins. He walked straight to Bob and stood staring down at him, cold-eyed, cocksure.
"The Barber wants to see you." His voice was as cold as his eyes. "Now!"
Bob bridled. He didn't like being ordered around, especially by strangers.
"What for? I'm off the hook to him." He protested.
Calucci shrugged. "He wants to see you. I-gave the message. I don't explain. At the store." He turned and walked out, casting a sour glance at the rest of the card players.
Bob sat frowning after him. What could Wilkins want with him? He'd paid him off to the penny. Yet, there was something in the manner of the messenger that warned Bob he'd better find out. He pocketed his money and left, getting into his car and driving to Wilkins's shop. When he walked in, Joe was waiting. He motioned Bob to follow him into his small office.
As Bob sat down opposite the old-fashioned, carved desk behind which Wilkins seated himself, his face was worried. He had never liked Joe, nor felt at ease in his presence. Now the dark-eyed money-lender was eyeing him quizzically. He said suddenly, "Want a drink, gambler?" It surprised Bob and he mumbled, "Yeah, I could use one."
He reached for a bottle of scotch and poured a hefty shot into a tumbler, handing it toc Bob without ice, or an apology. Bob felt small as he sipped at the warm liquor. He kept his eyes fastened upon the beady ones of The Barber, wondering what he had done to incur the obvious animosity that oozed from the man.
Wilkins reached into his coat pocket and took out a thick, legal-appearing piece of paper. He tossed it upon the desk and said in a low, confident voice, "You owe a lot of money, man."
Bob set his drink down and looked at the paper. It was the first mortgage on the motel! It stunned him. He held it weakly in his hands and stammered, "but... I... I.. . don't owe that to you!"
"No?" The Barber said sardonically, "Maybe not, but you owe it to ... some friends of mine. And..." his tone turned nasty and he leaned forward menacingly, "they want the money!"
"Come on!" Bob blurted. "They can't do that! That's a fifteen year mortgage!"
"And you've defaulted by being late at least seven times in the past couple of years. That makes the principal sum due upon demand! You didn't know that, huh?" Joe gloated.
"I... I..." Bob floundered, "...what's this all about?"
"Glad you asked." Joe said jauntily. "As I said, some friends of mine bought up the note ... and ... they also bought up the second mortgage you took out a week ago. That tell you something?" He peered at Bob, who hastily gulped a slug of the whiskey, white-faced, now.
"All you've got to do is to give me your gold-plated signature of these papers..." he reached into his desk drawer and drew out two bills of sale, "... and you don't owe a dime! How's that for a deal?"
Bob gulped. He didn't understand, and his stare was blank.
"In fact, you can sign yourself into a real nice job, for a cunt-hound like you!" Joe continued. "You just turn over the motel to one of our companies, and you and your wife can stay on and manage the place. Now, isn't that a fair deal?"
Bob was stunned. He still didn't know what the idea behind all this was. Why would some company buy up the mortgages, then offer him a job as a manager?
Joe cleared up the question.
"Sally called me awhile ago. Said you were interested in opening a whorehouse, pal!"
Sally! She had talked to The Barber. The big-mouthed slut!
Joe waved a hand airily. "Don't get your shit hot, pal. We already had ideas of our own, but when you let her know that you were thinking of opening your own little girlie joint, it made it that much easier. So, you sign up, you're in the clear on the mortgages, and you manage for us! How's that sound?"
Bob was still in a daze. It was all happening as if in a dream. He'd toyed with the idea, and now, here it was, right in his lap.
"Of course, we'll fix up the joint.. . put a nice cocktail bar on the grounds, spruce it up ... " He offered a cigar, and Bob took it numbly. "That joint is a lemon, pal, and you know it. Now, you got a chance to really make some good dough. Of course . .. one of our boys will be there from time to time, to check up on things ... you know . .. but in the long run, you'll come out way on top. What about it?"
It was a demand, not a request, and Bob knew it. He had no choice. But... his mind was telling him ... why not? It could be the best deal he'd ever made in his life! It solved all his probleMs. No more debts. A steady income. And a lot of time to himself to play cards with the guys ... visit the track when it was open ... be recognized around town as a part of the syndicate, even!
"Just don't get any ideas of making a few grand on the side," The Barber warned sharply. "You'll get a nice chunk every week, and all the pussy you can take care of... when it isn't busy making money. You just be a good boy and you'll do fine, but don't try to outsmart anybody ... okay?"
He shoved out a pen and the' bills of sale.
Bob's hand was trembling as he signed the papers and shoved them back. His smile was haggard as he said in his most friendly, but toady manner, "Okay, Joe ... let's have a good drink to it!"
Chapter Six
On the way home, he wondered how he would break the good news to Laura, and most of all, whether or not she would balk, or just take off. He wondered if whatever had taken place between her and Connie, when they woke up - or what had happened last night - would alter her thinking at all.
He walked into their apartment and laid it on the line. Laura listened, stone-faced, then went to the bedroom and began packing. He tried to convince her that this was their way out... their salvation from a debt-trap, but she was deaf to his words. He thought of beating the hell out of her, but he controlled himself, feeling that she would somehow see that this was a good deal, in spite of the mob connections.
Laura never answered a word. She just continued packing two bags, then called a cab, and told him as she climbed in that she was on her way to visit her only relative, her sister who lived in Trenton, New Jersey. She didn't say whether she was leaving for good, or to think it over, or what. She just left.
She got off at the bus station and started to buy a ticket when she was struck by guilt. The way he had explained it, if she messed up the deal, Bob might be killed. She just couldn't have that on her conscience, in spite of the contempt she felt for him at having involved her with that cheap lesbian slut, Connie.
She sat at the lunch counter, sipping a Coke, trying to find her own true feelings in the matter. She knew that she hated Bob for many of the things he condoned and participated in, yet, somehow, there remained a certain feeling for him. Whether it was love or pity, she didn't know, but by the time she had finished her Coke, she knew that she couldn't desert him, no matter what. She couldn't look at herself in the mirror mornings if she did! She called a cab, and quietly walked into their small apartment, not saying a word, but conscious of the fact that Bob was looking at her with a new kind of admiration and respect.
The refurbished, brightened, exotic new motel was in full swing. The bar was loaded with the blowsy broads who usually frequented the bars in town, the good and the bad, the young and the old. They made no pretense of covering up what they were there for. A lot of the customers were local, but most of them were from nearby cities, and they drank, less and spent more. And... they took far more prostitutes out of the lavish bar and into the private motel units that had been painted, redecorated and provided with new, springy, king-size beds.
The watered-down booze flowed freely in the bar, and the booths were designed for twosomes rather than large groups, and the management had been smart enough to hire a dreamy group that played love songs, instead of a rock-and-roll outfit to please the non-paying hippies. And, there was even a go-go dancer during the good hours... from nine to one ... and when the band wasn't there, a carefully selected choice of romantic songs were chosen for the jukebox that could be played.
Bob knew that a lot of the clientele were racetrack bums, slopping over after an afternoon of frustration or success, but for the most part, in the evening, the customers were big spenders, businessmen who had heard about the swinging Rainbow's End Motel, and all it had to offer.
Laura had tried to accept the changes, but for the most part she stayed in their refurnished and updated small apartment, wondering where it would end, when the police would sweep in and arrest Bob, herself, the bar help and all the girls who filled the rooms anytime a customer wanted. The new people had even added another ten units on the vacant land next to the motel, and the place, from the casual observer's view, was a really classy place. There was still no swimming pool, but Laura was rapidly learning that the real moneymen only patronized the place at night.
She had tried to approach Bob, begging him to come to his senses and get them both out of there. She had a sense of impending disaster, and she couldn't shake it... nor could she impart it to her husband. Bob seemed enchanted and hypnotized by the pretty girls, the flow of handsome, evidently well-heeled men, and the music, the girls, the surroundings.
He laughed at her. "Come on, Laura, baby ... we're living like kings. Relax! Have fun ... I've never had so much fun!" That was his usual answer when she asked him to get out. "No more work! You've got two maids, now! You just lay around and read books. Why knock it? It's the good life, baby!" And he would leave, and she knew that he was with his poker-buddies. Or, at times, she suspected, he was in the arms of one of the attractive young whores who worked at the place!
For herself, she had nothing of him. Physically, mentally, romantically or sexually. It was a lonely, frustrating life for Laura. All she had eliminated was the money worries. As Bob left, at one o'clock when the action was tapering off, she closed the door behind Bob, who had given her an unbelievable excuse, and she leaned against the door, feeling empty. What was there for her, a young, sexy, eager, able woman? A husband who just faded away, and when he did show up, never laid a hand on her. He didn't even care anymore! What was there for her?
She went into her bedroom and got undressed, putting on her nightgown, wishing that Bob would at least take a look at her provocative body once in awhile, and respond. She turned on the TV, resenting the resounding vibrations that hammered away from the nightclub. She tried to concentrate on the program ... a talk show ... but she couldn't put her mind on it.
She jumped as a splash dropped on her shoulder and rose, looking up to see that a round stain of water was forming on the ceiling. She had forgotten that they had put a second floor on the place, so that each motel room had a counterpart on the second floor! The ceiling was beginning to sag, and she felt panic. This wasn't what she was used to, and she felt quick frustration, realizing she didn't know the first thing to do, if indeed the shower above was overflowing!
She could only think of one thing! She grabbed her robe and the master key and ran out into the night, towards the stairs, wanting only to find the source of the trouble, and solving the problem. She knocked on the door of the room she knew was directly over her apartment, hammering loudly as she heard raucous noises coming from the room. She was scared, and had half-turned to leave when the door opened. Laura looked at the most repulsive face she had ever seen on a human being!
"Hey, cutie ... he said, "just in time!" He jumped out and grabbed her and, with surprising agility, he hauled her into the room. She tried to resist, but he was, too powerful. She thought very clearly that the man must have mistaken her for one of the whores who were available in abundance, and she felt a choking sensation as he pulled her through the door.
He thrust her into the middle of the room, and she stood there, clutching at her flimsy nightgown, wondering how she would possibly reason with him. Her mouth opened and her eyes looked up at him appealingly, but she saw that his face was covered with scars and blisters ... and dirt! He was hideous, and she averted her gaze from him! For the first time she saw the other one, who was as shabby and ugly looking as his companion, but who was stretched out on the twin bed, waving and spilling a bottle of cheap wine about. He sat up as he noticed Laura's figure, revealed clearly through the flimsy nightgown, spittle forming at the corners of his mouth.
"Look__" Laura said loudly, fright making her voice higher, "I'm the manager's wife ... I saw water__for God's sake, let go of me!" The man who had hauled her into the room was now grasping both her breasts in his hands, making low sounds as his fingers dug painfully into her flesh!
"What's this, baby, a new game, or something?" the man who was hurting her breasts snarled. "We don't want any games, kid, just some good double-fucking! Got it?"
Screams poured from Laura's throat. "Somebody ... help!"
The ugly animal released her breasts, standing back in surprise befuddled by her screams.
"Come on, baby, nobody hollers like that when they're getting your price!" He suddenly said. "So ... shut up!" He hit Laura across the face hard, and before she could catch her breath again, his hand was at her throat, throttling her, as his dirty hand covered her mouth, blocking any possibility of screams!
Her eyes bulged and she shuddered in fright and revulsion. She struggled, but he shoved her easily across the room, his body close to hers. Her stomach was doing flip-flops, and she thought she would vomit as she neared the bed, where the other man with spittle on his lips lay. She glanced at him and saw that he was grinning toothlessly at her, and she wondered what she would do if the ugly ogre thrust her into his bed! His fishy eyes beckoned her, and she felt she might faint, but' she still fought the rough grip of the monster who was forcing her onto the bed. She could see his watery eyes devouring her revealed body, taking in her voluptuous loins and thighs, the startling cups of her breasts, now jutting forth as she struggled with the animal.
"Oh man, oh man!" Fisheyes mouthed, "lookit there." He must be insane, she concluded, and in effect, both of them must be. Vaguely, she recalled that she had come up to see about a leaky ceiling, but now it had become a battle for her very life!
The idiot on the bed sat up, and his eyes grew wild. "Lemme touch her! Lemme feel her!" he demanded.
"Take it easy," the ogre answered soothingly, "just hand me those socks!" He was pointing to a pair of long ragged socks on the floor beside the bed, and the idiot bent over and handed them to him, his eyes.fastened lustily on Laura's ankles, her thighs, then her loins... a mad gleam in his eyes.
The ogre quickly fashioned a knot with one sock, tying Laura's hands behind her. He took the other dirty sock and shoved it into Laura's mouth as a gag!
"That'll keep you shut up for awhile!" he said gleefully, "you noisy, lying bitch!" He spun Laura around to face him and she tottered unsteadily, sfill not comprehending what was happening to her. She couldn't yell. She could hardly keep from gagging and vomiting at the dirty taste of the socks in her mouth. He tore her robe off her, and then she felt her nightgown being ripped from her body, and she knew what they were going to do to her. Then a giant fist slammed into her head, and she went into a state of nothingness! She was not aware that they had spread her naked, unprotected body on the bed, nor that they were laughing cruelly and maniacally as they rolled her over, showing her round, ripe buttocks. Nor did she know that the fish-eyed character stopped laughing, and said, "Ahhhh ... it ain't no fun if they don't know what they're gettin'."
"Don't you worry," the ogre said. "Shell come around, and shell like it." An idea had blossomed in his sick mind. He stared down at the soft, creamy mounds of Laura's buttocks glistening in the lamplight, helpless to resist anything he wanted to do.
His name was Jake, and he stood looking down at her beautiful buttocks, and the exposed part of her woman-slit, thinking that for the first time in his life, he had a chance to do exactly what he wanted to do to a dame! He felt power surge through him - a power he'd never known. This ass - this asshole - this cunt - was his! He had suddenly become aware that Laura was not one of the whores. But whatever she was, she wasn't getting away from him now. She was class, and he had never really had class. She was different - better than all the street hustlers who had refused his money ... laughed at his ugly face ... well... he'd show mem ... by showing her!
As Jake looked at her helpless white ass-cheeks, all the hurt and rejection of a lifetime flashed across his mind. His cock ached like it had never ached before. He pulled his rigid penis out of his pants and lunged madly onto the bed, the full length of his body flattening itself against Laura's helpless body! He pressed his scarred face against her own soft cheek, inhaling the odor of her light perfume.
The heavy impact of his body brought Laura to, and she immediately felt nauseated at his whiskey-fouled breath. She winced and tried hard to throw off his oppressive weight, but his hands shoved her face into the pillows, and she felt she would die unless she gave in. Jake's knees were forcing her legs apart, and she felt the urgent pressure of his throbbing cock between her thighs.
She tried her best to keep her legs tightly squeezed, but it was useless. Her head pounded from the smashing blow that he had delivered, and his whiskey-fouled breath was nauseating. Her resistance buckled, and she surrendered to his pressing knees, her legs spreading wide. She moaned as she felt his monstrous cock pressing against her inner thighs, moving up into the crevice between her buttocks.
She couldn't help herself. She wriggled her buttocks, the only part of her that she felt she could move, trying to eject the vile object from the crevice. But every move she made only served to make Jake's cock still harder, and increased his determination to stay atop her buttocks!
"Raise that asshole up, baby!" Jake demanded, pulling himself up and closer to her anus, his cock writhing between her thighs and the inviting canyon of flesh between her clenched buttocks. She wanted to resist, to tighten her ass-cheeks, to restrict the muscles that were twitching inside her cunt, but she just couldn't.
As she felt the spongy head of his cock enter her anus, she almost echoed his cry of triumph. The blonde-haired motel manager actually felt proud of this new indignity! She was the wife of a cheap hoodlum who worked for the organization, so why should she feel ashamed and put down by the hordes of cheap, loathsome men they attracted?
And, in her own way, she was enjoying the penetration as he lifted her buttocks, and relentlessly shoved his mercilessly harsh cock into her cunt! She heard herself crying out, and she didn't know if it was in pain or pleasure, as his monstrous cock entered her body. She wriggled her bottom, the only part of her that she felt was free, trying to get the vile object out from between her buttocks. But each move she made only served to make Jake's drunken efforts still more insistent, his skewering cock seeming to grow harder with each movement. He was determined to stay on top of her, and shove his punishing rod deep up into her helpless anus!
"Lift your ass!" he ordered, pushing himself up over her so that he was poised to ram his invading cock deep and hard up into her defenselessly prostrate form. Laura felt utterly helpless. What could she possibly do to resist or escape? She let her body sag against the mattress in despair, until she was suddenly jolted back into reality by the smarting slap of Jake's calloused hand across her butt! It stung, and it snapped her back to reality. The fish-eyed companion of Jake was watching lustfully, and he snarled in a voice of salacious desperation, "Lemme have a crack at the slut!"
Jake snarled back at him, "You'll get your turn, you dumb bastard!" as he continued plunging his cock deep up into the crevice between her buttocks.
Laura's ass-cheeks were turning red from the slaps she'd received, yet, she felt a strangely lewd arousal from the cruel treatment she was receiving at the hands of these vicious men!
She felt Jake's rough hand strike her buttocks again, and he snarled, "Get with it, you fucker!" Laura tried to move her ass-cheeks the way she thought he wanted her to, but it was not fast enough to satisfy the sadistic Jake. He pushed his hand down hard on the back of her neck and held her face pressed into the pillow. "Open up, you cunt!" he yelled. She was smothering, and she made an all-out effort to relax her body completely to protect herself and allow him to do whatever he wanted to with her.
Jake released her head and grabbed her by the hips, raising her so that her exposed buttocks were high off the bed, as his throbbing cock-head slipped out of her tortured anus with an obscene slurping noise, leaving her whole rear end open wide to his lewd stare. He held her suspended that way with one hand while he aimed his iron-hard cock at the wetly glistening lips of her cunt! He drove his burgeoning cock up into the opening with a slamming motion of his own buttocks, and tears flooded Laura's eyes at the humility she felt.
She knew that if she screamed, they would beat her unconscious. Even if she were heard, she realized, everyone would think that it was just one of the whores... and do nothing! These animals could manipulate her body any way they wished to satisfy their sexual greed! The best thing she could do would be to cooperate in the hope that they would be satisfied to rape her, shoot their obscene semen up inside her, and get it over with.
Jake was holding her so that he could watch his rampant cock hammering in and out of her defenseless cunt. All her womanly secrets were exposed to him. It boggled his mind. His lips were loose, saliva forming at the corners of his mouth. He wanted to drive his cock so deep up inside her that she would explode when he shot his load into her. His massive balls were full of hot cum and he felt as if they would burst unless he emptied every drop of his semen deep up inside that beautiful cunt! Yet, he wanted to make it last forever. He'd never had a chance at a woman like this! And, in the back of his twisted mind, he knew that he never would again.
She glanced over and saw that the fish-eyed man had taken his lust-swollen cock in his hands and was pumping madly with one hand while he drank sloppily from a glass of whiskey in the other. Laura wanted to throw up, but the hard, pistoning cock up inside her demanded all her attention. She felt as if the man's jackhammering penis was splitting her in two! It was enormous - and yet, she felt a vague, perverted pleasure in it.
"Come on, Jake, slam it into her!" Fish-eyes shouted, "I want a turn at that pretty ass!" Jake didn't even glance at his half-witted friend. His eyes were riveted on the sparsely hair-covered slit that was hungrily sucking his cock in all the way. This was some fuck! He suddenly remembered her reaction when she had first seen his ugly face, and a fit of anger swept over him. He slammed his punishing cock harder up into her, speeding up his movements, his mind flooding with the desire to hurt her bad, like he hurt every time someone looked at him the way she had!
He saw her puckered little pinkish-tan anus peeking out from between her spread ass-cheeks, and it drove him to renewed violent lunges into her unprotected pussy.
Laura felt a numbness coming over her. Her mind could only understand that at least the brute wasn't hitting her any more. Jake now seemed to be less furious, and his deep thrusts became less hurtful as he seemed to concentrate on the sensations that contact with her hot cunt flesh brought. Suddenly he cried out like a wild animal. "Aaaggghhh!" he snarled, and she felt his white-hot viscous juices spurting deep up into her plundered belly and she heard his animal groans as he felt the excitement sweep through his whole body. He fell forward atop her, his huge body a flab of dead weight. Laura hadn't felt any sensation except a vast relief and now his weight was making it hard for her to breathe.
The man with the pale, watery eyes set far apart had stopped pumping his turgid cock as he saw his friend climax. He was sloppy drunk and he came over and tapped Jake on the back.
"C'mon, Jake - it's my turn for some fuckin''," he slobbered, fondling his rigid cock, leering obscenely at Laura's body. He rolled the almost unconscious man off her, and the sodden drunk rolled meekly to the far side of the bed, unprotesting.
Laura was too numbed now to care much what was happening. It was as if her mind and body were separate, neither comprehending what was happening to the other.
Fish-eyes crawled up between her legs, staring obscenely at her spread loins. He bent over and inhaled deeply of the strong woman-scent. The helpless blonde-haired woman could feel his hot breath on her buttocks as he inhaled and exhaled in huge gasps. Then, she suddenly became aware of a different sensation ... a strange wetness at the base of her spine, which spread from a tiny point to about the size of a half-dollar, and then began to creep up her spinal column.
Fish-eyes was running his long, thick tongue up and down her back, inching along slowly, sending shivers of anticipation up and down her spine. At first it was a feeling of surprise, but her mind contrasted the arousing feel of his soft tongue to the brutal treatment of Jake, and she found herself becoming excited and she vaguely enjoyed the sensation. At first, she tried to struggle away from the licking tongue, but she was too exhausted. Besides, she knew there was nothing she could do, and she felt relaxed now. The wetness continued to move up and down her body until it stopped suddenly.
Laura found herself waiting for the pleasant sensation to begin again. Why had it stopped? She was aware now that she actually did want it to continue. The very idea was hideous and her mind reeled with confusion. She no longer felt like herself__she seemed to be detached from her body, standing to one side, watching what was happening to her real body, yet experiencing the sensual treatment.
She couldn't be there on the bed with these two animal-like men! And Bob ... where was he? Probably off at some card game, not even caring what might be happening to his wife. It was not real. This wasn't the pleasant little motel her father had worked so hard to build! Things like this didn't happen. She rolled her head from side to side, as if denying that this was reality.
Then suddenly the moisture was back as Fish-eyes ran his tongue all the way up her inner thigh, slowly, delicately, until he reached the wetness of Laura's vaginal slit. He was holding onto her buttocks now to keep her from trying to roll away or tighten her muscles to keep his tongue out. Before she knew what he was going to do, Fish-eyes plunged his tongue deep up into her vagina with all the force he could summon.
His invading tongue felt soft and warm ... a gentle pressure inside her unprotected opening, moving around and about, tickling and pushing at the walls of her sensitive cuntal opening. The man seemed to sense the confusion that was in her mind and body as he continued pressing into her, licking at her sweet juices, sliding down and toying with her now quivering little clitoris, only to return to her tender cunt with his lapping action. He knew he was getting through to her as the sounds she made gradually changed to soft "Mmmmmmmmmmmms", low moans of unwanted pleasure.
Laura had convinced herself by now that these pleasures she felt were only imagined. It couldn't be really happening to her. It made no sense ... every inch of her body responding to the permeating vibrations coming from Fish-eyes* tongue, shoved deep up inside her like a tiny penis. With a great moaning sigh, Laura smothered her doubts and abandoned herself to the wanton enjoyment of the sensations that were coming from her cunt and her buttocks. He knew she was enjoying it, and she was going to like it even more before he was finished with her. His face glistened with sweat as he pushed his face up and down in the confines of her squirming backside.
Jake stirred drunkenly beside them, lifted his head and stared bleary-eyed at the scene. A cruel, lascivious grin came to his face as he said, "Yeah, yeah... eat that pussy! lick it all out good!" He watched for a few seconds, then relapsed into his drunken stupor.
Fish-eyes didn't pay any attention, if he even heard. He was completely involved now and his tonguing stopped suddenly as Laura felt several fingers thrust deep inside her cunt, twisting and groping as they reached the top of her steaming tunnel.
She moaned excitedly, utterly abandoned to the pleasure now as her heated vagina clasped tightly around the plunging fingers while they explored her sex channel with bolder and bolder strokes. Fish-eyes was working like a maniac behind her upturned ass, plunging his extended fingers crazily in and out of her, listening with delight to her moans of joy. She was his now ... the same woman who had flinched and grimaced when she'd looked at him earlier. His,! A woman like he had always wanted, to do with whatever he liked!
As he watched her cunt-lips expand and contract around his fingers, he growled in animalistic delight, "Ohhhh shhiiitt! Ohhhhhhh, sshhiitt!"
Laura bucked beneath the ramming hand, moaning with an ecstasy born from the complete oblivion in which she had placed her mind. She was nowhere. She was no one. What was happening to her was pure feeling, pure delight, with no string of conscious thought attached. Her vaginal lips opened wider to admit his hand, the moisture inside her cunt increasing with every thrust.
Fish-eyes knew she was going to cum, and he didn't want it to be on his hand. He wanted to get his throbbing penis all the way up into that tight little pussy and feel her cumming all around his stiff cock! It was time to ram into her moistiy heated pussy with his hard, long cock, and he could almost taste the way it was going to feel inside there when he let loose all his pent-up cum and felt it flooding around his cock deep up inside her cunt while she jumped and hollered with her own cumming.
Fish-eyes wanted this one fuck to make up for all the years he had subsisted in a rigged, loser's society, breaking his balls for the guys with the real loot, while he got paid off in pennies. It seemed almost better to him to be the bum he was and live from hand to mouth, than to go through life making other guys rich - only to be spit upon for his efforts. He looked at the lovely blonde-haired woman on the bed, her buttocks tilted upward now, and he knew he would have to fuck her one way or another soon before he spilled his cum out all over her churning white ass-cheeks. For an instant he considered ramming his throbbing cock into her ass that was so inviting and tempting, the little rosebud opening almost beckoning to him. But he wanted the feel of her young, tight pussy wrapped around him ... that was still the best way.
He slowly removed his hand from her cunt, moving his body up between her legs, spreading her ass-cheeks wide and guiding his smooth, hard cock into the opening between the wide-stretched thighs, his testicles aching painfully as desire built to a fiery need. He moved his fingers to the pink-tinged lips of Laura's glistening vagina, parting them, then pressing the rigid turbulence of his mushroom-shaped cock-head forward into the warm softness of the wet, soft folds of skin.
He emitted a loud groan. He had never felt anything like it before. It was every bit as good as he had imagined. Laura's hotly clasping cunt slipped over his lunging cock like a warm, wet glove, and he gasped aloud as the walls gave way to make room for his massive cock. His gasping cries mingled with the pleasure-sounds that were coming from Laura's throat, resounding lewdly in the small room.
As Fish-eyes let his weight down on her, shoving his large cock deeper inside her, Laura cried, "Aaaaaah!". She was trembling with uncontrollable emotion as she felt his throbbing cock thrust further and further up.into her squirming body. As the spongy head of his invading cock touched her cervix, the sensation suddenly snapped her back to the reality of what was happening. She became aware again that she was in a motel room, being used like a whore by a couple of repulsive derelicts. As she admitted to reality, the shame and degradation returned, and instead of bringing pleasure, Fish-eyes' plunging cock was now painful to her.
She began to scream frantically for him to stop, and hysterical sobs broke from her throat. Fish-eyes hardly heard her. He was too close to the point of cumming now, as he had never cum before, deep up into her forbidden cunt, intruding into the hot passageway that he sought to widen and deepen with the force of his heavy prodding into her.
"Oh, you beautiful bitch! Fuck you! Fuck you! Oh, shit! Piss! Fuck!" He was completely oblivious to anything but the obscene joys that streamed over, his body as he felt his cum forming in his balls.
His lewd words echoed in the room, and penetrated into Laura's brain, increasing her shame as she felt his pile-driving thrusts grow more wild and uncontrolled, his pistoning cock impaling her mercilessly like a battering ram. When she tried to struggle, his excitement only rose higher. He didn't care about her screaming and crying now, he wanted to hear her cry out that he hurt her as he brutally rose and fell upon her helplessly pinioned body again and again.
Laura felt as if her back would break from the strain and she uttered a little prayer that she would somehow get out of this nightmare alive. That was all there was to hope for now ... every shred of self-respect she had ever had was destroyed by this rampaging animal.
A guttural stream of lewd words spewed from his mouth and with another savage thrust, Fish-eyes' tunneling cock burst inside her, shooting great jets of semen deep into her ravaged pussy as he twitched and moaned in the grasp of his overwhelming orgasm.
So engrossed and self-pitying had Laura been that she hadn't noticed that Jake had come to and had been lustfully watching the last few moments of her degradation. She turned her head as she felt him move, looking up to see the horrible sight of Jake's hardening cock waving close to her face.
"I'm gonna make you suck it, woman!" he said, ignoring Fish-eyes, who remained mounted on Laura's back. Jake moved close to her face, shoving his rigidly pulsing cock toward the pliancy of her mouth! She knew it would do no good to scream or struggle. He'd only beat her into unconsciousness again, and might even maim or kill her. The purplish-red mushroom-shaped head was right before her eyes, and she could see the tiny slit oozing a drop of clear fluid. She didn't dare to try to keep her mouth closed, for he was pushing insistently against her lips, hurting her so that she unwillingly opened her lips and teeth and accepted the quivering member deep into her opened mouth. The full thickness of his swollen cock crushed into the warm, wet cavern, and as he felt her engulf it, it drove Jake wild.
He had become totally aroused by watching Fish-eyes fuck her from the rear, and he couldn't control the urge to have her suck his cock until he came! He groaned in ecstasy as his turgid cock disappeared deep into her mouth, and filled her throat with its pulsating flesh.
He began to rapidly pump his throbbing cock in and out of her mouth, raping her mouth as if it were her cunt. Laura could still feel Fish-eyes' tool thrust deep inside her, growing softer now, while the rigid cock of Jake filled her mouth and throat.
"Suck it! Suck it good!" Jake was screaming, as he felt that he could not prolong the delicious sensation another moment. "Aaarrrggghhh," he screamed. "I'm ccuuummmiiinnnggg!" He pulled her head close, holding it as he rammed his cock brutally in and out of her mouth, sending his lewd cum roaring like an unleashed torrent of molten lava far into the recesses of her gulping mouth, forcing her to swallow the obscenely steaming torrent of his semen so she wouldn't choke on the flooding stream.
Chapter Seven
Swede Swanson walked leisurely across the balcony that served as an entryway to the upper level motel rooMs. He felt horny and he also wanted to relax with a drink in his small office back of the nightclub area. He was looking forward to taking one of the girls to her room and, after he'd checked out the money and inventory at the club, spending the rest of the night just having a ball.
Swede was in good spirits. It was really a soft touch having everything under his command like that... girls, entertainment and plenty of booze. As the watchdog for Wilkins, his job was a snap. He was a perfect front for the bordello operation because he had no criminal convictions, and yet he had worked for the syndicate for a long time. He was a promotional expert who knew business methods well and he also knew how to get tough if he had to, to make people see things his way. The dummy that ostensibly owned the place was no problem. Give Bob Haynes enough money to play cards and visit the track once in a while and a free crack at some of the whores, and he could care less about the running of the joint. His name was on the licenses, but he didn't have a dime's worth to say or do about the place.
Swede had been brought in from New Jersey where he'd worked for Wilkins off and on for years. Joe knew he could trust Swede to see that the place was running smoothly and that the dough wasn't filched off by greedy bartenders or some of the broads. Swede knew his place, and he was valuable to the syndicate because he was not suspected of being one of their men.
He was about to turn into the walk that led to the back door of his office when he spotted a female figure running madly down the motel stairs and heading for the front of the motel. "Damn!" he said to himself. "One of those cunts has flipped her lid again!" He walked swiftly to intercept the woman and stopped for a moment as he recognized Laura. He'd never seen her so shook up and disheveled. In fact, he had only seen her a few times, and-she always seemed to be avoiding him.
He moyed quickly in the gloom and shouted to her when she was a few feet away, but she seemed to not hear him. He grabbed her and held her tightly in his strong arMs. When she struggled, he partially released her, holding her firmly by the shoulders, grinning down into her frightened face. "Hey, pretty woman," Swanson laughed, "what's the hurry? Where's the fire?"
Laura seemed to come out of a daze. She looked dumbly up at him. Catching him by complete surprise, Laura balled one tiny fist and smacked him on the cheekbone, struggling free and trying to rain blows on his face. At first, Swede wanted to laugh. He was six-three and weighed more than twice as much as she did. His taunting grin seemed to arouse Laura to greater fury.
The disgusting animals had finally released her after they had performed all the lustful, obscene sex acts they needed to satisfy them. They had actually thrown her out of the room, almost over the railing, hurling obscenities after her . .. and now this monster ... the one she felt was responsible for all the horror that was taking place in her motel. .. was blocking her way and laughing at her!
"You rotten sonofabitch!" Laura screamed at him. "This is all your doing! Look at me! Look at me! Those rotten animals taking me . .. using me worse than one of your whores ... I'll kill you for this! I'll kill you!"
She tried to beat him with her fists, but Swede grabbed her wrists and held them in a grip of iron. She was helpless and she knew it. She relaxed, standing before him with eyes filled with hate. Suddenly she began to shake, and tears sprang into her eyes. She felt as if she were alone in the world of male animals . .. that no one really cared about her any more.
Her words gradually came clear in Swede's mind. He frowned at her as he said, "Hey, motel lady ... are you telling me you've been raped?"
Laura could only bob her head up and down in shame.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha," Swede guffawed as the picture formed of her being mistaken for one of the whores and being mistakenly fucked. He stopped laughing suddenly as another picture came to him. Maybe she was in exactly the mood to want a nice shoulder to lean on ... and then ...
"Gee, that's really rough," he said solicitously, "Why don't you come into my office and have a drink ... calm down a little while I get to the bottom of this?"
Laura's mind was cloudy. She hardly heard what he was saying. The horrors of the past hour were too fresh in her mind. When Swede took her arm and led her toward the office, she submitted without a murmur. She wasn't fully aware of what was happening and she really didn't care.
He unlocked the door, flipped the lights and sat her in a comfortable easy chair. He went to a small cabinet and pulled out a bottle of fine brandy and filled a small snifter glass almost to the brim, handing it to her. "Here, this'll make you feel a lot better," Swede consoled her.
Laura took it and sipped it quickly, grateful for the hot, burning liquor that helped take the taste of that monstrous man's cum from her mouth. The brandy burned her throat, and she gulped the whole container down in long gulps. She felt it hit her stomach, searing it, and she liked the feeling that it was cleaning out... burning out the filth that her body had absorbed. Swede stared hard at her then refilled the glass, a sly look on his rugged face. She began to feel.the effects immediately. In her emotionally drained state, the brandy seemed to have a speeded-up potency that gave her a feeling of euphoria within a couple of minutes. She began to breathe more regularly and the tears had gone. She sipped deeply at the second glass, not realizing that she was already intoxicated.
She expelled her breath in a long "Ooooohhh," and leaned back in the chair, not caring that Swede Swanson was staring hard at her breasts and her loins as the torn robe fell open. The brandy was loosening all her inhibitions and she cooed, "Ooooohhh, I feel so good ..." She ran one hand over her breasts, feeling the nipples tauten. She felt as if she were floating on a cloud as the liquor warmed her body.
Swede came over and lifted her from the chair until she was standing directly in front of him; then he covered her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue as deep as it would go into the back of her throat. It flicked about, searching out every corner of her wet mouth.
Laura knew that she should be kicking and biting, battling still another male animal, but the liquor was taking hold of her mind, acting as an aphrodisiac. She began to respond to Swede by engaging her tongue in a mock battle with his, digging it far back into his mouth. His hand pulled at her already torn robe, pulling it completely off until she stood before him stark naked. But this time, she could hardly wait until this blond giant of a man had his cock up inside her! She wanted to feel it digging deep up inside her pussy until it reached the depths of her throbbing belly.
He led her to a low studio couch where he sometimes stretched out for a catnap and gently pushed her back onto it, spreading her legs so he could get a perfect view of her wide-open pussy. This was worth any problems her dumb husband might cause, Swede knew, if he ever found out about it or if Laura told him. He'd handle Haynes easily. And this was one hell of a woman!
As she lay on the couch, wriggling her hips, unable to control herself any longer, Swede went to the phone and called several numbers. He knew that the weekly "regulars" would enjoy this even if they had to leave the warm pussies of the whores. It promised to be too good not to share with his friends. Inside ten minutes, the office was filled with five men and three of the girls, all looking eager in anticipation of what they knew was going to take place.
Laura was almost out of it. She was unaware of the people watching. The strong brandy was blotting out all thoughts except one - to have a big cock shoved deep up into her cunt! She wanted it so bad - she hoped it would be the largest and longest in the world - one that would penetrate her entire being!
But she wasn't prepared for what happened next.
Swede leaned over the couch and rolled her onto her stomach, taking her ankles and spreading her long legs wide apart. Then he spread her ass-cheeks with- his hands. The crowd gasped as they caught a glimpse of the tight, virginal anus nestled in the crevice. Swede's head bobbed down to kiss the white mounds of flesh, his tongue running into the shallow valley of flesh to brush her anus.
"Come on, motel lady, spread 'em wide!" Swede commanded.
Her legs opened wide until each foot hung over the side of the couch. Swede's fingers probed at the tiny puckered opening and she jumped quickly, arching her back at the sudden pain.
"No!" The word leaped involuntarily from her lips. "No ... not there ... please ..." But she felt depleted of the strength or the will to fight against it, and the effects of the brandy were taking over her sensual thoughts. Within a moment, her sexual needs overcame any fears she had about Swede shoving his huge cock up her anal channel. As he thrust his extended middle finger into her up to the first knuckle, a flicker of surprised pain-pleasure flashed over her face.
He moved his finger about in the tight expanding hole, moving it in and out, expanding the small orifice more and more. Laura wriggled her hips back against it, her fingers digging into the couch. He dug another finger inside her, and this time, the pain was sharp and widespread.
The gathered audience watched in fascination as they heard her moan and watched her moving her hips even further back, trying to get even more of him inside her anus.
Most of them knew her as a stuck-up, disdainful snob who looked down her nose at them - especially the three prostitutes - and their expressions indicated that they were glad to see the little bitch getting her just desserts.
Swede pulled his fingers from her rectum. They seemed to come out reluctantly, the pink, clasping skin clinging to them until they pulled out with a wet, sucking noise.
"On your hands and knees, lady!" Swede said gruffly.
Laura struggled to her hands and knees, presenting the rounded white orbs in abject subjugation to the now completely aroused Swede. He kneeled directly behind her, his large cock standing straight out with the spongy head resting in her wide-split crevice. He pushed forward slowly, watching glassy-eyed as his throbbing instrument probed and pushed insistently against her anus. His muscles tensed tightly as the tight elastic ring gave way and the bloated head of his pulsing cock popped inside her anus.
Her screams were muffled in the cushion that her face dug into as if to hide her shame. The searing pain in her rectum continued to intensify as Swede pushed relentlessly into her until the massive length of his lust-swollen cock was fully buried in her burning anus. She felt she was being impaled on a red-hot spike as his pelvis smacked against the white mounds of her quivering ass-cheeks.
Everyone's eyes were glued to the obscene spectacle and the room echoed with the sounds of heavy breathing. Most of the men had their erect penises out of their pants and were stroking them gently. Two of the three girls dropped to their knees and began to suck the hard cock of the man they were with, positioning themselves so they could still see Swede's obscene performance.
His rock-hard cock rammed mercilessly into Laura's tightly puckered anus, and he pumped in and out, increasing the speed of his attack with every plunge, his vicious staff disappearing all the way up inside her gyrating anus with each cruel stroke. It seemed to be touching every tiny space inside her anal channel, searing, shocking - yet thrilling Laura. She was no longer resisting. The brandy had taken full effect, and she tried her best to take even more of his plunging cock up into her rectum as she bucked and thrashed to compliment his lunging strokes. There was nothing but the lewd, crazy desire that ran through her body, consuming her completely. The pole that fitted snugly into her anus was creating a frantic lust that spread throughout her whole body, demanding more!
Laura tried to peer over her shoulder and see Swede's face, wanting him to stop but needing him to go on and on. His face was contorted with evil lust for her.
He watched closely, gasping for breath as his cock disappeared rapidly up inside her anus, seeming to go all the way up into her belly. It felt good, all those tight, unused muscles clamping on his cock, touching the invading shaft on all its sensitive skin area ... it was the best fucking he'd ever had, Swede thought.
The others watched avidly as Swede seemed to build to his climax. Laura's head threshed from side to side, her blonde hair bouncing crazily about her face. She wanted it to go on all night. It was the most delicious pain she had ever known. It hurt horribly ... but she wanted it to. hurt because it felt so good at the same time. It was as if she were punishing herself for her guilt at the utter enjoyment she felt from the perverted act. It was mixed up and crazy, but it was wonderful.
"Beg me to fuck your ass until you cum!" Swede ground out, "Let me hear you beg me for it!"
She opened her mouth to comply, but he drove his cock so viciously up into her that the words turned into a groan.
"Come on - beg!" he ordered. "Oh, God .. .it's so good!" Laura moaned. "Don't stop .. . fuck my ass all night. .. fuck me .. . fuck me!"
"Please ..." Swede rasped. "Please, please fuck my ass ... please!" Laura was stunned to realize that she meant the words! She was begging him to deliver more of the sweet pain that wracked her body.
This time, she needed no urging. She babbled wildly, "Fuck it good and hard, Swede . . . harder up my ass .. . please, Swede ... give me all you've got... hard!" All the barriers burst inside her. She raved like a madwoman, "Please fuck me ... for God's sake .. . harder .. . harder ....!"
Her use of the unfamiliar words seemed to drive him to a frenzy, and he plunged deep up into her recklessly with a renewed lust, rolling his head about as he felt the hot, buttery walls of her rectum surrendering to his ramming assault. He reached the outer limits of his sex-crazed mind, and he felt his molten cum rise from his tensed balls, searing his inner shaft with pleasure as it streamed out into her anus in spasmodic spurts, giving unbelievable pleasure to every nerve ending in his huge body!
Laura was aware of nothing but the monstrous shaft of flesh that was splitting her body, breaking her in two with the most exciting pleasure she'd ever known. Every stroke, every drop of his hot cum that shot into her seemed like a soothing, warm breeze sweeping over her tortured body on an icy cold day!
"Make it hurt... more, more ..." she begged. She concentrated with all her might, slamming her buttocks hard against his lunging cock. She began to grunt and make unintelligible sounds such as animals make as she felt her own orgasm reaching her clitoris. All she could think of was how marvelous it was that she could cum even without Swede's cock inside her cunt! Swede was discovering powers that he never knew he had. His cock was staying stiff even though he had drained every drop of semen into her in a gigantic orgasm! But this way of fucking her was something else. She was pushing and pulling her buttocks against him, trying to get even more of his cock up inside her! She was wild about it... Laura Haynes ... the prim little housewife who acted as if she didn't know shit about sex! Sweat poured off his brow as he renewed his deep-driving motions.
"Man," he thought, "I'll bet that dumb fucker Bob never had her like this!" There was something doubly exciting in knowing that he must be the first to invade her virginal white ass. He had been lucky to be there just at the right moment and to find her in a highly emotional state, since the booze had gotten to her quickly and effectively.
He knew, as he plunged his now slippery lust-swollen cock into her deeply, that he wouldn't be able to prolong his orgasm this time. She was too good with those movements. Laura wondered how it could feel so good doing it that way ... how it could arouse her even more than having a cock shoved up her cunt. But it did. It was sexier, wilder, more complete. Only seconds remained, she knew, before it would be all over, and she wished desperately that it could go on forever. She found herself grinning ecstatically, wallowing in the sexuality of it. She reached behind her and spread the cheeks of her buttocks even wider, inviting Swede to drive even deeper into her aching bottom. She tried to hold back her orgasm, but it was beyond her power now. She felt wave after wave of wonderful sensations rushing over her body. She felt as if she were skydiving, floating through the clouds, far above normal human pleasures, and as it culminated in one final, roaring, soul-shaking peak of joy, she screamed, "Aaaaaeeeooohhh ..."
As he felt her wildly spasming orgasm set in, Swede redoubled his jackhammering motions, and his massive cock burned with the hot flow of his own sperm when it flowed out like a jet stream as if long overdue on its lewd journey, spewing into Laura's tight, brown passage, splashing and seeping back onto his large, plugging cock.
He rose up for a final plunge, moaning loudly, "Oooohhh yeeeaaahhh . . . oooohhh, God ... ooooohhh ..." Then he collapsed in a limp heap on Laura's back, driving her down into the yielding mattress of the studio couch. She was exhausted, but she was still unsatisfied. She wanted to feel his cock up inside her vagina ... and soon, or she would be climbing the walls!
"Again, Swede . . . please fuck me again . . . the other way . . . please ... please ... "She begged piteously, trying to roll his body off her back so she could roll over to receive his cock in her pussy.
Swede rolled over and looked at this sex machine he'd discovered. She was really something else. And he was glad he fed her that good brandy. It had really loosened this little bitch's desires. He propped himself on his elbow, looking around the room. There was fucking taking place all about them, some of it involving two men and a woman, and in the weirdest positions imaginable. The group had been inspired to even greater heights than usual, and every person there was engaged in sex... all going at it like maniacs.
Swede knew he wouldn't be ready for a while. He caught the eye of one of his pals and called, "Hey, Jukes ... here's a live one for you! This little fuck-machine still wants more, only this time, she wants it up her cunt!" He beckoned with his hand. "Come on, give her a good fucking."
Jukes promptly pulled his cock out of the little redhead he was fucking and disengaged her legs from around his back. He'd hoped for a long while that he'd be able to get it into that snippy wife of the manager. Her and her high-falutin' ways! He'd seen her several times, although her dumb husband managed to keep her out of the nightclub most of the time. But he'd never gotten the good look at her that he'd had tonight, and he decided she had about the sexiest body he'd ever seen ... a hell of a lot better than these whores he'd been patronizing a couple of times a week.
He left the redhead pouting and walked over by the couch. He had second thoughts and called over to her, "Hey, Sue, maybe you want to get in on this, too?"
The redhead grinned wickedly and got up, her breasts bouncing wildly as she walked. Swede scrambled up to make room for them, and with a mocking smile, he waved a hand at Laura as if donating her body to them now that he'd finished with her. He needed a drink and a cigarette, Laura lay in a daze on the couch. Why didn't somebody help her... rid her body of this aching need to be ravished again and again. Her hand stole down to her moist cunt lips and her fingers stole in, gently massaging her clitoris.
Jukes almost drooled at the sight of her fingers rubbing her red, itching clitoris. He sat down on one side of her and Sue sat on the other, both watching her fingering herself, her eyes closed as she fantasized that Swede was shoving his wonderful hard cock up into her pussy.
Jukes leaned over and squeezed her breast, nipping at the hard nipple with his finger and thumb, then taking a handful of the soft flesh and kneading it hungrily. The words slipped out without him realizing it. "God, what a body ..." he groaned in anticipation, his cock beginning to bob and pulsate.
Laura opened her eyes and saw him through an alcoholic haze. His big, homely face seemed almost benevolent to her, but she didn't really care what he looked like so long as he had a cock.
"Help me ... " she moaned. "Please ... help me!"
"You bet your ass I will!" Jukes said eagerly. He got on his knees on the couch, his weight tilting the mattress to his side. Then he spread Laura's legs wide, staring down at her wide-open, glistening pussy hungrily. He held his hard sinewy cock in his hand then guided the purple bulbous tip to the slippery entrance of her waiting cunt.
"Yesssss..." Laura hissed, squirming in anticipation, "fuck me . . . fuck me quickly ..." Her head rolled from side to side as she tried to move her cunt closer to his waving cock.
Jukes was panting now. This was the prettiest sight he'd ever seen... lying there with her pussy opened wide, begging him to shove it into her! He couldn't wait any longer. His stiff rod slid inside the small vaginal lips, stretching them wide as it penetrated deep. Laura groaned with pleasure as she felt the iron-hard rod entering her, rubbing against her clitoris, touching the resilient walls of her inner cunt. She worked her hips up desperately to meet him... to take every bit of his pulsing cock deep up inside her aching pussy. She needed to feel it ramming into every recess of her. The hair-lined lips closed hungrily around his massive cock as it slid deep up into her wet, burning cavern.
"Oh ... oh, do it.... fuck me ... " she moaned as her insatiably greedy pussy enclosed his throbbing cock with a demanding, sucking motion, her hands clutching at his hips with insatiable desire.
Jukes was grinning with lust as he watched her maneuver her hips to take every bit of his invading cock up into her cunt. Man! he thought, I've never had a piece of tail like this! Laura was building toward a climax rapidly, and she dug her nails into his flesh, crying desperately, "Yessss . . . that's it... yess ... keep it up ... fuck me ... "
She was whipping herself into a sexual frenzy now, every muscle and nerve in her body straining toward the incredibly wonderful cock that was pinning her to the couch, driving into the depths of her welcoming cunt! It demanded her full attention... her complete surrender, and her legs slid up and locked around Jukes's hips, digging her heels into his buttocks, spurring him on as if he were a stud horse. Her fingernails left white fines on his flesh as she raked them maddeningly over his trembling skin. Her heels beat a steady rhythm against his buttocks as she encouraged him to drive his pile-driving cock even deeper up into her steaming pussy. She had pushed her slit even higher, allowing him to thrust his hard rod in to the very balls, and Jukes's dazed expression told better than words the utter ecstasy he was experiencing.
"Don't stop... fuck me... fuck me ..." Laura ground out in anguish.
The unbearably tensed walls of her pussy could hardly stand the friction of Jukes's fucking as he drove it in over and over, his motions becoming more rapid and more violent. His fingers dug into the soft, white flesh of her buttocks, and he ground his fingernails savagely into the flesh of her ass-cheeks until she could feel the biting sting of the flesh being torn! This was the center of her being ... the whole point to living... Laura thought in her drunken frenzy. Fucking was all that really mattered ... feeling a stiff, hot cock in your eunt... bathing in all the sensations it gave as it rubbed against the pinpoint of her existence ... her clitoris. Why hadn't she known this before. Just fuck ... all the time ... fuck all the cares and worries and hurt of the world completely away.
She felt sublimely, childishly happy as she felt his thick pole massaging her clitoris, banging against the deep well of flesh, sending electrifying shocks of pleasure throughout her entire body. Her brain was whirling with the ecstasy of it all. And it was so simple .. . the answer she'd stumbled on. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It didn't matter how, front or back or in the mouth ... it was the fucking that counted ... that washed away everything else in a flood of joy!
She didn't know it, but her face had become a lewd, cheap imitation of what it had been before. Her eyes were glazed, her nostrils flaring with passion, her lips set in a grimace of perverted, all-consuming lust. She was mumbling incoherently, making little whimpering sounds like a bitch in heat as the wonderful cock of a stranger drove wonderful waves of pleasure into her aching but eager pussy. She was fucking him as hard as he was fucking her, thrusting her hips up savagely to meet and engulf his throbbing cock. She wanted him to cum deep up inside her... to cum and cum and cum ... so she could feel her cunt fill with his boiling semen ... feel the sticky wetness splash against the walls and seep into every tiny niche of her inner cunt. She wanted to overflow with his flooding cum.
Sue sat perched on the side of the couch, watching with wide, lust-filled eyes as Jukes drove his large cock into the blonde bitch's cunt, time after time. The sight was driving her crazy with desire. She had never seen a female act the way Laura Haynes was acting. She was like a wild animal that was in heat for the first time, getting her first fuck! Sue knew that Jukes was good, but she'd never found him to be that good! He'd never brought all that sexiness pouring from her body! All she knew was that she had to get into the action, somehow. She reached out both hands, grabbing Laura's wildly heaving, breasts, twisting the erect nipples around with her fingers then kneading the beautifully proportioned globes of flesh with the palms of her hands and her fingers.
Laura became aware that it couldn't be her lover's hands that were bringing fresh new sensations to her body. His hands still grasped her buttocks, his fingernails digging into her flesh with every savage thrust of his hard rod.
She looked over, wild-eyed, and saw that it was a girl... whose face was vaguely familiar. It came to her slowly that this was one of the girls who worked at the motel... one of the prostitutes! She was shoving her hands into the narrow space between her body and her lover's, her eyes lit with unholy lust, massaging Laura's breasts expertly, touching all the sensitive erogenous areas.
Laura's mind flashed back to Connie, remembering the way she had aroused her, but she quickly put her out of her mind as this woman continued to send delicious shocks of delight running down from the points of her hard nipples to zoom straight down to Laura's frantic belly and into her besieged pussy, causing new spurts of hot fluid to be exuded from the depths of her vagina.
Jukes's cock was saturated with the smooth, sticky juices of Laura's cunt, and he knew that he had to cum in a second or two or his balls would explode!
He increased his pace, stemming his cock in deep, and moans burst from his lips as he raised up and watched his turgid cock burying itself again and again in that red, warm, wet cunt. "Oh, baby ... fuck me! Fuck me, too! Let me fuck that pussy until you go wild ... fuck me, baby ..." He broke into a wild series of spasmodic, uncontrolled thrusts as the semen came pouring from his cock and shot into the cavern of happiness. "Ooooohhh ... Aaaaaa hhh . . . baby . .. baby love ... Ooooohhh, yessss..."
He was bouncing on her body in a wild, bronc-bucking motion, moaning incomprehensible words, his cock pumping in a desperate last attempt to enjoy the very last second of his cum. Laura was matching him as her clitoris came alive with delightful gratification. At the same time Sue had relinquished her breasts and her head came to Laura's chest, taking one of her breasts between her lips, the redhead sucked the nipple into her mouth, nibbling gently at the throbbing nub. Laura was overcome by the powerful sensations that took over her body and mind. She fucked Jukes back like a wild banshee. Sue's mouth left her breast and was replaced by her fingers digging into the soft flesh. She moved closer and covered Laura's gasping mouth with her own, sticking her tongue in deep, flicking it about, sucking madly at Laura's willing tongue. Her fingers manipulated the nipples of her breasts, and as Jukes gave a final lunge that buried his plunging cock to the hilt up inside her cunt and let out a frantic wail of anguished delight as his spasming cock pumped spurt after spurt of his hot cum up into her belly, Laura felt totally free ... released from all worry or pain, her body only able to feel wild, sensual delight. There was nothing in the world to equal the pleasures of a hard cock inside her, a wet, demanding mouth on hers, fingers playing rhapsodic music on her breasts... it was perfect, unmatchable bliss!
She continued to moan and make strange, gutteral sounds as Jukes finally climbed off her trembling, writhing form, and Sue released her hold on her breasts and reluctantly withdrew her tongue from deep in Laura's mouth.
Laura seemed hypnotized. She neither saw nor heard anything. She could merely feel her body writhing with such intense joy that only moans and gurgles came from her open mouth.
Across the room, another man had broken off his own fucking to stare in open-mouthed awe at the fantastic sex scene that had just taken place. It was unbelievable! He pulled his hard cock out of the girl he'd been fucking and walked over, massaging his pulsing cock lovingly, preparing himself to get into the hot blonde that lay on the bed, muttering obscenities, smiling crazily at nothing.
Jukes walked away, taking Sue with him. He looked back and watched as Phil climbed on the couch, cock in hand, staring hungrily down at the open cunt that Jukes had just ravished.
Man, he thought excitedly, did Swede ever stumble onto something. Everybody will want to get into the act!
Chapter Eight
When Laura awoke with the sun streaming across her bed, cheerily prying at her eyes, she couldn't orient herself at first. It took a full minute of shaking her head and rubbing her eyes before she realized she was in her own bed, in her own apartment. Her first sensation was one of panic as the memory of the night before closed in on her befuddled brain. She remembered vaguely that at least a thousand cocks had been stuffed in and out of her ravaged, stretched, aching vagina. There was a burning sensation in her whole lower body, and she ran her hand gingerly over her burning loins. Her entire pubic mound was sore to the slightest touch, reminding her of the savagery of the men who had raped her repeatedly, and forced her into sex acts that now, in the bright light of day, made her face redden in shame.
She lay there, letting her eyes rove the familiar room, hoping to wash away the bitter scenes that now haunted her. She sat up painfully, feeling giant stabs of pain in her loins, her breasts and buttocks, as if someone had shoved a bunch of hot needles inside her ... hundreds of them searing her tender woman-parts. She groaned and lay back, trying to gain some relief by not moving. She hadn't the faintest idea how she had made it back to her place, nor the time. She thought she recalled vaguely wandering about the motel grounds, naked, crying for help, but she wasn't positive. It could have been some other woman - one of the whores, perhaps - or she had dreamed the whole thing.
But she hadn't dreamed the horrible parts. They were all too sickeningly real, and her myriad pains reminded her of the truth of the night before.
Her head was pounding and her mouth was dry and tasted rotten. She had to get something to quench her terrible thirst, and she crawled painfully to the kitchen and got a glass of water from the faucet, gulping it down noisily. God, but it tasted good!
She had another half-glass, then stood looking around with a dumbstruck gaze. Bob hadn't been home all night again! While she'd been put through the fires of hell, raped, violated, humiliated and tortured, he hadn't even cared enough to even call, or come home at a half-decent hour, so that he might have spared her all of this pain and shame! She stumbled back to the bed, thinking that it didn't matter now. He'd probably been with some cheap whore, or else playing cards with his hoodlum buddies.
She had felt something die inside her many weeks ago, and now she felt as if she were attending the funeral of her once vibrant love for Bob Haynes. \
She lay down, staring at the ceiling, trying to put the pieces together. She couldn't go on. She had to do something, no matter how drastic, to escape from this living fear-filled hell! Things could only get worse, both at the motel-whorehouse, and in her marriage. It had to end tragically, and Laura had already had too much personal tragedy for one lone woman. Bob was in his element, she felt, surrounded by hoods, cheap prostitutes and plentiful booze. He would never change, and she couldn't descend into his gutter world. Yet... he had once been the only man in the world for her. What had happened? She could barely remember how Bob had been when they were married... it had been so long since he'd shown her any affection, or even courteous kindness.
How different he'd been in the beginning ... so different...
Bob had made up his mind at about age twelve that he was going to escape from the drudgery of small-town life. His father and grandfather had tried to make a living by doggedly farming the stony soil, but there was never enough, so they filled in as members of the county road-repair gang, or running snowplows in the winter months, building houses for other people as bad off as they were, sometimes not getting paid at all in cash, but in farm produce.
Bob's father was always preaching about getting an education, but Bob couldn't see it that way ... going to school until you were a grown man, to get a piece of paper saying you were educated. The way to get things done was to go out and do them ... show the world you had guts ... and make it stick.
Tony Rizzo's old man ran a "Fix-it" shop in town. He would mend shoes, wash windows, fix busted furniture - anything to make a half-dollar, and Tony had decided even before Bob had, that he wanted out. Tony's old man had a beat-up truck that only ran once in awhile, but Tony and Bob had worked on it, learning by trial and error, and had made it run well enough to get jobs on weekends, hauling farm produce to the city for local farmers, or picking up a load of junk and newspapers and taking them to town to sell them. By the time they finished high school, they had salted away enough cash to make a down payment on a decent truck, and they went into the trucking business in earnest. They worked long hours, because they had a dream. They would one day own a whole fleet of semis, and the Rizzo-Haynes company would be known nationwide!
Inside a year, they were making overnight hauls to Newark and Hoboken, often staying overnight with Tony's older brother in Newark. They were treated like men and they felt like men, and when Bob started going around with Laura, he felt that he was man enough to marry. They had three good trucks by then, and Tony's other b -other was driving the third one. He was making enough to take on the responsibiUties of marriage, and he was in love with Laura - crazy in love with the goddess-like blonde. It had taken a lot of talking and proving for her parents to agree to let her marry him. She was not quite eighteen, but when they saw how much in love they were, they relented, then quickly went all-out to help make a happy life.
A week before they died, they had willed the small motel to both Bob and Laura. They were killed in an auto mishap while riding with friends. Laura was heartbroken, but she had moved in like a trooper, taking hold of the running of the motel, and when he could, Bob helped. But inside six months, he knew that he couldn't continue to hold down two jobs. Besides, Laura complained that he was away on trips too much, and Tony was griping that he wanted only the short hauls, leaving the longer overnight trips to the Rizzo brothers.
Tony had finally offered to buy him out, and to please Laura, he had agreed. The motel had never been much, and it got no better, while Tony Rizzo had merged with another small trucking company in the state capital, and the last Bob had heard, was on his way to becoming a millionaire before he was thirty!
He blasted himself for being stupid enough to think he could make a goldmine of a rickety, old-fashioned motel, but he was stuck. He'd contacted Tony, trying to buy back in, but had been turned down cold. He didn't blame Tony ... but he began to constantly blame their poor fortune on Laura.
Then the gambling fever had struck, and he had taken out a first, then a second mortgage on the place. And, he thought bitterly, if the syndicate hadn't come along and made a real going operation of it, he'd still be grubbing around for part-time jobs in town. He still blamed her for what she'd made of him - a small-town hick - or tried to. But she didn't even matter much anymore. He was having a ball, moving like a big shot among his old friends, his pockets well stuffed with money, and all he had to do was to put his name on a few papers that said he owned the operation! Life was getting to be the fun he'd always hoped it would be - not thanks to his cold-assed wife!
Laura snapped from her reverie about their early married days. It was too late to be trying to change the past. That was dead - as dead and buried as her poor mother and dad. They'd have cried if they ever saw what Bob had let their hard-earned business become. It was the present that had to be changed. She had to make a move to change it, for Bob would never give up the soft life he was leading, and her pleas and protestations had meant nothing to him for a long time now.
She spent a long time in the shower, loving the soothing effect of the water flowing over her sore body. Then she felt as if she had washed off at least some of the filth of the night before. Standing naked before her mirror, brushing her blonde hair, putting some light makeup on, she felt lucky to be alive. She shuddered as she thought of the horrible things that might have happened to her if she'd been able to refuse or resist. She had little doubts about what kind of men Swede Swanson or Joe Wilkins were. And the other animals ... they would have killed her if she'd put up a fight.
She put on a bright summery dress, and was finally satisfied that she looked like a normal woman again, and not like one of the cheap sluts who did business in the motel rooms each night.
She gritted her teeth, heaved a sigh of resignation, and sat down and dialed a number on the phone. She had memorized it weeks before, but had never had the courage to call it. The phone at the other end of the line rang several times before she heard a voice say, "County SherrifFs Department."
Her carefully prepared words froze on her tongue. She was still afraid that her plan would backfire.
"Uh, yes... can I speak to the Sheriff himself?" Her voice trembled at the enormity of what she was about to do.
"Sorry, lady," the voice came back, he's out of town for a couple of days. But I'm sure someone else here can help. Now, I'll let you talk to one of the Deputy Sheriffs ..."
"No!" She broke in quickly. "I have to speak to the highest person there. Who's in charge?"
"Well..." the officer said gruffly, "Sergeant Sauers is technically in charge when the Sheriff is away, but..."
"Please, I have to talk to him!" Laura's voice was panicstricken, and it impressed the officer with its urgency.
"Just a minute, lady ..." she could hear him talking to someone, while he held his hand over the mouthpiece, but in another minute, a different, deeper voice came on the line. "This is Sergeant Sauers ..." he waited for her to pick up the conversation.
*Thank God," Laura said gratefully, feeling relieved. "Sergeant, this is Laura Haynes, out at the Rainbow's End Motel... I... have to have some help."
Before she could stop herself, the words bubbled forth, spilling out the whole sordid story beginning with Bob's having taken the second mortgage on the place. She ended up gasping out the painful details of the night before, and at the end, she felt exhausted. The retelling was almost as humiliating as the actual events had been for her.
"All right, Mrs. Haynes. You sit tight. I'll be there inside twenty minutes. Lock your door and don't open it to anyone but me. Understand?"
"Y ... yes," Laura gulped, fright forming in her mind at what she might have done in summoning the law. "... and thank you." The phone clicked then buzzed at the other end, and she sat there staring at the instrument after she had cradled it. All she had to do now was wait, and she would be freed from this hellish nightmare that her life had become. It was a high price to pay, she knew ... her marriage, the motel - but she recalled quickly that they had already lost that... her husband .. . everything she had loved so and worked so hard to make a success. It would all be gone. But she had no choice.
She began to tremble violently, and she went into her bedroom and got a small bottle of nerve-quieting pills her doctor had prescribed for her several months ago. Although the prescription called for no more than one capsule a day, Laura felt she needed two to stand up to the coming ordeal, and she swallowed them hastily. She walked back into the living room and sat down to wait for the officer from the Sheriffs office. The two powerful pills went to work immediately on Laura's empty system, rushing relaxation through her bloodstream to her brain in a matter of minutes. She was still aware of her surroundings, but she couldn't seem to summon her body to obey her commands. She tried to get up out of her chair to fix herself a cup of coffee, but it was too much of an effort and she slumped back. She tried to keep control of her senses, knowing she would have to be alert when the policeman arrived, but it was an impossible task.
She felt herself slipping deeper and deeper into a totally relaxed state. Suddenly, everything seemed so simple to her. The problems that had beset her for all these months faded into oblivion. They really weren't insurmountable at all. And soon, she consoled herself, she would be entirely free of all of them, big or small. Free! The thought made her smile vacantly and she managed to stand up and began to dance craziry about the room!
When she heard the knock at the door, she raced to it, staggering slightly, and fumbled with the lock and finally opened the door to let Sergeant Sauers in.
It took several seconds for her eyes to focus, then her mind to accept the fact that the man standing behind the police officer was Swede Swanson! He wasn't being herded in, as if he were already under arrest! He was standing behind Sauers, a sneer curling his mouth! What was happening? Her mind began to reel. Before she could make any sense of it, both men stepped quickly inside, grasping her and pulling her back inside with them. Swede locked the door.
"My, my, motel lady," he sneered, "what a big mouth you navel Called the fuzz, huh? Local girl makes good!" His face was an ugly mask and his eyes shone with contempt.
"You ought to know that you don't operate a joint like this without a little juice dripping into the hands of the cops!" Swede shook his head in mock disgust. "The sergeant, here, and some others, have known about this place since we were only planning to open it! Ain't that so, Sarge?"
"Yeah, that's true," Sauers said coldly, eyeing her suspiciously. "In fact, Swede has been telling me some very interesting things about the way you like to carry on, Mrs. Haynes. I guess I should have been here last night, huh?"
The world was coming apart around Laura. This was funny! There was no one who was safe to trust left in the whole crazy world! She began to laugh hysterically, covering her mouth awkwardly. She couldn't control the urge to giggle and laugh, and she roared with laughter until she was gasping for breath. She slumped into a chair, gasping with laughter, but Swede walked quickly over and grabbed her by her blonde hair, forcing her to stand up. Then he slapped her hard across the face.
Her laughter died in her tliroat as fear choked her. His eyes held a deadly look, but still, the urge to laugh in his face - in the face of the whole stinking world - took hold, and she began to laugh again, bitterly.
"This dame is on some kind of junk!" Swede turned and said to Sergeant Sauers. "She's higher than a kite!"
"You on drugs?" Sauers asked sharply.
"Hell, anybody can see that. Probably downers - tranquilizers. A lot of dames swallow 'em by the handfuls. I've seen dozens of 'em like this before!"
Sauer's face turned sadistic and his mouth curled into a nasty, manacing grin.
"Yeah, well... I might have a few tricks that will bring her back up!" Swede turned to him and grinned evilly. "I'll be over in my office, Sarge. Call me if you need me for any help!" Swede unlocked the door and left, and Laura looked blankly at the tall, rawboned officer. Her mind wasn't comprehending any of this, but she sensed instinctively that she was in trouble again - and this time, with the law!
The door opened and Swede stuck his head in. "If that dumb-ass husband of hers shows up, I'll keep him busy, Sarge. Take your time. Give him a bottle and a broad and he's gone for a couple of days!" He flashed his ugly smile and closed the door behind him. Sauers walked to the door and locked it. He walked toward Laura, purring, "Wc don't want anything or anyone disturbing us, do we?" Laura shrank back against the wall, her eyes wide with pure terror.
Her heart was pounding wildly as she looked up at his mean face. He walked close and stared lewdly at her breasts, then her loins and legs. His eyes were flat as a snake's, without any sign of emotion. He looked more deadly to her than any of the others had.
The others hadn't shown hate in their faces like he now displayed. And he was supposed to be "the law"! What kind of fool had she been this time? Why hadn't she just run, disappearing from the face of the earth? As her terror rose to overwhelming heights, she slid down the wall, crouching in abject fear on the floor.
He was smiling a cold, deadly smile, and she realized that she was once again trapped ... helpless to stop him from whatever he intended to do. In her despair, she mentally called out, "Oh, Bob ... oh, Bob ... help me." But she knew she would get no help from her worthless, weak husband. Even if he were to walk in, he wouldn't have the guts anymore to fight for her... or for anything. Sauers' eyes were like little coals of fire as his tall, rangy body neared her. He stood close to her, glaring down at her, and she could smell the sickening odor of whiskey and stale food on his breath. He smelled sweaty, too, and she tried to shrink further away from him. Sauers' hands went to his wide belt at his waist. He slowly unbuckled it and removed it from its belt loops, his eyes growing more evil with each deliberate movement. He let his gun and handcuffs fall to the floor.
Laura looked about her like a trapped animal, fear dulling her wits and covering her face with a grotesque mask. She knew there weren't any miracles anymore ... and that was what it would take to free her from this maniacal man who masqueraded behind a badge and uniform! Sauers raised his arm slowly above his head, the belt slowly trailing in the air. Then he snapped it with a loud crack, letting it land sharply on her shoulder! It bit smartly into her flesh through her dress, and she screamed in pain and terror! Halfway through her scream, Sauers cut another slice from her flesh as he cracked the leather belt down on her back and arm.
The sharp pain galvanized her into action, and she stood quickly and tried to scramble past her tormentor, whose face was now that of a madman! He grabbed her quickly, tearing her dress off with one yank, leaving her shuddering in only her panties. She had worn no bra, and her round globes tumbled about wildly as she tried to get away from him.
Sauers stared at her exposed beauty, his eyes opening wider, licking his tongue nervously over his dry lips. The welts on her arm and back were stinging and beginning to set up a deeper ache under the skin.
"Please . . . don't whip me ... no more ... please ..." She was begging with her whole being, her hands clasped as if in actual prayer to the sadistic law officer.
But Sauers wasn't anywhere near through with her. He had only just begun. His voice was raspy with lust as he ordered, "Take off those panties ... and quick!" His arm was raised, poised to slash her skin again with his belt. She moved too slow, and the belt came smashing down again, this time biting into the soft flesh of her thigh. The pain was unbearable, and she struggled wildly to get her panties off. She knew if he hit her again, she'd faint. She stood before him, shivering with pain and fear, her eyes glazed over. But anything was better than being whipped. Let him rape her as he would, and get it over with, but she couldn't stand that awful pain the leather imparted to her trembling flesh! She tried to compose herself to accept the rape. She had survived the others, and she would survive this beast's attack, somehow. Her attitude was almost one of defiance, and her jaw was set firmly.
But she sensed that her naked body didn't arouse him as it had the others. He lacked that lusting, demanding look in his expression. It was as if he were a cattle buyer, coldly appraising a steer. Something was wrong. Her deepest instincts were shouting that what he had in mind was much more than brutal sex! What did he want from her? What was going on in his mind that was masked by his cruel, cold eyes? He stood there without moving for what seemed hours to Laura.
She broke out in a cold sweat, tiny beads of perspiration standing out upon her skin. Her legs felt weak, and she feared she was going to collapse in a faint, but she was afraid that if she moved even a tiny bit, he would flay the flesh from her body with that cruel leather weapon! Huge tears appeared in her eyes, pushed out by a flood of others, running down her cheeks. She felt faint, and her body shook like an aspen in the wind. She listened to her own sobs mingle with Sauers' panting breath.
She watched in terror as he reached for the billy club that he had also dropped to the floor from his belt socket, and slowly walked toward her now violently shaking body. His cold eyes were hypnotic . . . transfixing her ... she couldn't move!
Chapter Nine
Lt. Hap Mason of the State Police bolted into the Sheriffs office, his face red with anger. He headed straight for the Sheriffs private office, but the girl behind the desk called quickly, "He's not here, Lieutenant! He said it would be late before he got back. I don't know where he is. He didn't leave a number to call or anything."
Mason stopped, frowning. "Damn him!" he swore vehemently. "Damn him to hell!"
"What's wrong this time, Lt. Mason," the girl asked.
"I'll tell you what's wrong! I'm fed up with getting evidence to send hoods to jail and then having them go free or get a small fine just because they have to be tried in this county. And don't tell me that Sheriff Stillwell doesn't know what's going on. He's not dumb ... crooked, maybe . . . but not dumb!"
Ruth Purdy looked hurt and angry, and she snapped back defensively, "I've worked for Sheriff Stillwell for over four years, Lieutenant, and nothing I've ever seen or heard of him doing would lead me to think that he's anything but straight and honest!" She bristled as she defended her boss.
"Yeah? Well, I had a tip on one of Wilkins's boys, and I nailed him in town a couple months ago with a whole fistful of numbers slips and football pools. I know damned well he doesn't sell many in this country, but he was here to meet with somebody for payoffs. And now I find out that the Sheriff didn't think there was enough evidence to convict so he agreed to let him plead guilty to some stupid lesser charge ... a misdemeanor. And we're going to have it out right now!" He was white with frustration and anger.
"Calm down, Lieutenant," Ruth said gently. "Let me fix a cup of instant coffee."
"Calm down, hell!" he snorted. "I'm sick and tired of fighting these county sheriffs and small town constables. My men work their butts off trying to keep this state clean, and they get screwed up all the time by small, hick-town lawyers, judges and law officers."
"Listen to me, Lieutenant," Ruth went on calmly. "He even chewed me out for writing a personal letter on office paper? If you keep on running around and making wild accusations, you're going to have to come up with some solid facts to prove it." She was growing more irritated.
So was Lt. Mason. "Listen!" he exploded, shaking his finger at her, "I hate crooked cops. I can live with the out-and-out crooks. They're not hypocrites. At least you know who the bad guys are. But crooked cops are something else.
I'd give up my job to get rid of even one."
"Well," she snapped tartly, "I won't argue with you about Sherriff Stillwell. And besides, I'm sure he's out of town for at least today, maybe tomorrow, too!" She said it spitefully.
"Who the hell is in charge here?" Mason asked, surprised that the sheriff would take so much time off.
"Sergeant Sauers."
"Well, where is he?"
She shrugged. "I didn't take the call, but he went out somewhere. Maybe the desk sergeant knows."
"What a hell of a way to run a police department," Mason mumbled as he headed for the desk at the far side of the large room.
"Sergeant," he asked gruffly, "do you know where I can find Sauers. I've got some important business with this department, and I've got to talk to him."
"Yeah, Lieutenant," the young man said calmly, "he went out to the Rainbow's End Motel... just out of town. Know the place?"
"Thanks," Mason nodded briskly. He walked out to his car, feeling angrier by the moment. Nobody seemed to know or care what the hell was going on in the whole damned county! He'd fire their asses if they worked for him!
He remembered the old motel. It had been a nice place when that old couple had run it, but Mason had heard rumors that it had become a roadhouse type place ... and that some shady characters had taken over. What the hell could be the trouble in the middle of the afternoon that would call for the officer in charge to answer a complaint?
Mason knew Sauers vaguely. He remembered him as a surly, resentful man, and he had somehow gotten the idea that Sauers felt he should be sheriff. Stillwell had always had the reputation of being "soft" - especially when it came to handling local residents. He wondered if-the rumors were true, and that some fast deals in narcotics transfers and payoffs were being made at the place.
The closer he got to the motel, the more his inner sixth sense told Lt. Mason that something wasn't adding up. Maybe there were other crooked cops working for Stillwell and he was sniffing at the wrong rat!
Laura sat cowering on the floor, her knees brought up to her chest, trying to make herself as small a target as possible for that horrifying billy club in the hands of the stony-eyed . policeman. He advanced toward her, tapping the club in the palm of his left hand; then he suddenly stopped as if -stricken by a sudden inspiration. He laid the club down and stripped off his uniform then his underwear, even his shoes and socks. Laura looked at his lank body with apprehension. He was rawboned, with large hands and bony hipbones and his cock was beginning to rise as he picked up the club, leering down at her nakedness. Sauers had coal black hair that covered his chest and legs running down over his stomach to form a vee at his crotch. His arms and legs were as hairy as a gorilla's, and she noticed that he even had thick hair matting his back. He looked more like an animal than even the hulking one called Jake had appeared to be.
The very thought of that body close to hers was revolting, and she subconsciously tried to draw her knees even closer, to cover her pussy from his lusting stare. Her teeth even chattered as he slowly picked up the club and advanced toward her. His mouth was open and he sucked in air noisily, but his face was that same stony, unfeeling mask, showing no human emotions. He was lean, but it was all rock hard muscle, she knew. She had never seen anyone quite so repulsive, yet it wasn't his body as much as it was an inner evil force that was fighting to break loose. His eyes told her that.
His penis was hardening quickly now, the red, heart-shaped head of it stuck out menacingly as he absently stroked his shaft. He held the stick out, measuring it with his eyes, holding it lewdly beside his now hard, extended cock.
"My cock might just not be big enough for a gash that likes all the fuckin' you do," Sauers said huskily. "So I got me a little old cunt-filler!" He slapped his thigh easily with the wooden club, grinning maliciously at her. Ashe saw her try to move away, a-hideous laugh broke from his throat. It was the sound of evil... the laugh of a devil gone mad, making her want to scream out her agonized pleas. But she feared it might only heighten his crazy lust, and he would beat her with the club or his belt, and she managed to suppress the sound. It only he would just rape her... get it over with ... she could stand that. But more of that belt or that club...
"Oh, God," she prayed silently, "please let it be over soon. Please, God ... oh, please!"
On a hunch, Lt. Hap Mason parked the clearly marked State Police car a half-block from the motel entrance. He was wearing civilian clothes, and he doubted if anyone at the place would recognize him except Sergeant Sauers. It might be a good idea to take a quiet look at just who the big wheels were in this joint. Or he might just pick up some sound proof that Stillwell or some of his men were on the take. This county needed some hard-nosed young officer in charge who had studied his job at a police college or had taken a course in police methods and psychology. Things had changed and Stillwell hadn't changed with them. He still looked at himself as a small-town sheriff - which he had been for years - and the people he dealt with as just "wild country hoys... good people at heart."
Maybe Ruth was right, he reflected as he walked toward the entrance to the motel-nightclub complex. Maybe Stillwell was just a soft old man and not a crook... but if that were true, his experience told him that that was a good spot for some ambitious underling to take a lot of rake-offs and in a way, become the power behind the throne.
There didn't seem to be much action, he thought as he stopped and gazed around him. But they sure had changed the place! It had a gaudy air about it in the daylight, but it was a big improvement over the way he recalled it.
He noticed the car with the Sheriffs Department markings parked near the entrance to the nightclub. He decided that he'd play it cool, look around for a bit, because if there were any illegal activities taking place and Sauers spotted him there, they would knock off everything immediately. He decided he'd wait a little, have some patience and maybe hit the jackpot.
Sauers grinned down at Laura sadistically. "Who the hell said you could at on the floor like that?" he snarled. "Get that pretty ass up off the floor? Move it goddamn you!"
She managed to stand up, and he delivered a hard, bone-jarring slap to her face then followed it with a backhand that almost knocked her down! A low, throaty cry of pain came from her, but Sauers grabbed her cruelly, smothering her nose and mouth with one huge hand. He hit her on the belly and thighs with the club, leaving livid marks on her white flesh, drawing low, smothered moans from her. He grabbed her arms and dragged her into the bedroom, his ringers digging sadistically into her flesh. He pushed her rudely down onto the bed and as he glared at her helpless body, a chill ran over him. He was going to teach this sniveling young stool pigeon a lesson she'd remember as long as she lived.
To Sauers all women were cheap sluts, and from what Swanson had told him, this one was worse than most. She pretended not to like being fucked when all the time she wanted it more than most women - any way at all - in the ass, the cunt or down her throat!
"You cheap whore!" he screamed. "You're all alike! All any of you cunts want is a big cock shoved into you! And I'm gonna see that you get enough to last a long time!" -In the back of his mind, the image of his own wife flickered, driving him to a frenzy of hate. He relived the night he had found her in bed with another man ... loving what he was doing to her - he couldn't ever wipe that picture from his mind .. .and he saw red every time his path crossed that of a woman's, for to Sauers they were all cheap sluts like his wife had been.
He reached down and roughly pulled her legs apart, spreading them so he could see the pink slit of her cunt peeking out through the soft, blonde hair surrounding it. His long cock increased in size, standing out in a swollen, obscene manner as he feasted his eyes on the tender-looking cunt that was open to his lustful -gaze.
"And now, I'm going to get my share of that stinking pussy!" Sauers shouted in triumph. He suddenly spat on her, his spittle spraying her stomach and pubic hair. He knelt quickly between her thighs, taking his hard, pulsating cock-shaft in his hand, and suddenly he fell on top of her, plunging the full length of his rampant cock wildly up into her pussy.
She moaned in pain, mumbling, "Noooo ... please, God ... noooo... "
But Sauers paid no attention. He began to immediately fuck her, using deep, brutal thrusts to ram his hard penis into the soft, yielding flesh of her pussy. She twisted in agony as her aching, burning cunt seemed to be afire. He reached out and shoved his strong hands under her thighs, lifting her up with each plunge of his penis. She felt as if he were bending her double and that her back must snap under the assault. He raised her legs even higher and placed her heels over his shoulders, reaching for her buttocks with both hands, pulling her onto his pistoning cock harshly. His breathing was hoarse and his cold eyes were narrowed and hazy from lust. His driving loins smacked hard against her upper thighs and her buttocks, pushing torturous pressure on her lungs, making it difficult for her to breathe. She was gasping for breath, wondering how much more her body could absorb. She felt as if she had lived with pam for most of her fife, but she would never grow accustomed to it.
Sauers snarled at her, "Get with it, you cheap cunt! You know I love it!" His hands clung to her buttocks and his nails bit into her flesh. But the pain was so deep and intense inside her pussy that Laura hardly noticed this added torment.
"You better fuck me back, cunt! I'm as good as any of the other bums you fuck. Now... " he poised above her and drove a sledghammer stroke of his penis into the depths of her pussy, snarling, " .. .Fuck me back!" The harshness of his motion seemed to jar every organ in her body. She was too tired and hurt to respond as he wanted even if it would stop the torture by Sauers cumming in her.
It seemed to only spur him on to a more cruel attack on her sore, throbbing pussy. He couldn't hold back his cum, and his body launched into a series of spasms that were uncontrollable. He wanted to destroy her, to make this bitch pay for what his- wife had done. She was no good .... trash... just like all the rest of them. He abandoned himself to his passions, and his hot sperm spewed again and again up into her cunt. He grunted as he rammed his cock up into her pussy until he no longer had any desire or feeling left in it.
He scrambled from between her legs, a trail of sperm coming from his deflated penis, and almost as if nothing had happened, he walked back into the living room. When he returned, his billy club was in his hand, dangling like an obscene wooden phallus. He fondled it, tapping it in the palm of his left hand, his eyes growing bright with sadistic hate as he looked at her limp body. He wanted to shove it up her cunt, fixing it so that no other man could be degraded or destroyed by this woman! He walked over to the bed, his eyes ablaze with his unholy lust, and bending over, he placed the thick end of the club between the lips of her slippery cunt and rammed it into her several inches!
Laura's screams split the air. She could no longer reason. She wanted to die... to escape this excruciating torture. Again and again as he rammed the club in and out madly, the air was rent by her pitiful screams as she felt her sanity leaving her!
Lt. Hap Mason's -eyes. narrowed as the first scream came to him. He heard a man's voice roaring in anger, and more screaMs. He paused only long enough to pinpoint the source of the sounds; then he went into action. But he reasoned that lie-might need some help. If the stories he'd heard had any substance, he might run into a hornet's nest of tough-to-handle hoods.
He ran into the bar, his eyes darting about for a phone. Spotting it, he quickly put a coin in and dialed the State Police barracks. He spoke quickly. "This is Lt. Mason. I'm at the Rainbow's End Motel. Send every available man here ... now!" He started to hang up then said loudly, "Wait! No sirens. I'll meet them on the highway a few yards from the motel." He hung up, his brow wrinkled in thought. He walked outside again, listening for the sounds, but the screaming had stopped. He knew it should take but a few moments for the troopers to arrive and he paced nervously up and down, hoping that he wasn't too late to help the woman who had been screaming as if the devil were tormenting her. The sound had sent shivers up his spine. It had sounded like the death wail of a lost soul.
It was exactly six minutes before the patrol cars tolled to a stop at his waving. Four officers leaped out, moving quickly toward Mason, listening intently to his staccato orders. 'Two of you cover the front and back entrance. You two come with me. No... Corporal," he added as one officer took off for the back of the motel, "... better stay here on the road. Tell any other officers who answer the call to surround this place."
He looked about him as he entered the broad driveway of the motel. He hadn't heard any more screaming or the male voice cursing and shouting, but he couldn't wait. He was positive it had come from the section where the door sign said "Manager."
The three officers advanced on the apartment, looked warily about them for any sign of other people, but it was quiet as a churchyard.
Suddenly a shrill, piercing scream came from somewhere inside the apartment. It rose to a siren-like wail, and the three State Troopers could distinguish the agonized words, "Oh, God ... Nooooo ..."
Lt. Mason froze at the sound then drew his gun from beneath his shoulder. "Let's move, men!" Mason snapped. "Kick the door in if it's locked!" They headed for the manager's door with a rush.
Sergeant Sauers watched the agonized writhing of Laura with the look of a, madman. His pupils were dilated, his mouth was emitting saliva at the corners, his grin was frozen on his face. Again and again, he shoved the club deeper into Laura's torn, battered cunt, each time penetrating a little deeper. Laura's mind was almost blank. It was as if she were walking in a dream, remembering when she had first tried the hard-rubber dildo that Bob had bought as a joke. Bob? Bob? Who was she thinking about? There was no Bob - only man-like animals prowling the world she walked in.
Fish-eyes, Jake, Swede Swanson, the unknown one they had called Jukes ... and Bob. But who was Bob that his name should be trying to penetrate her brain? But worst of all there was.Sergeant Sauers. At least the others had wanted her womanhood, had wanted to satisfy their lust for a woman's exciting body. But this one... this satanic tormentor wanted only to hurt, maim, torture. Her vagina was numb from the excruciating stretching the club was doing. Sauers was almost drooling as he bent forward so he could see the wooden club going into her reddened, damp opening.
That's what you need, slut," he mouthed gleefully. "A big, hard pole that more than fills that filthy hole. Feels good, huh, fucker? Say you like it! Say it!" He gave-the club an extra hard jab men wriggled it about so that it battered at the walls of her inner cunt. Laura couldn't make any words come. All she could think of was that she wished she could die.
"Finally met your match, huh?" Sauers slobbered, saliva dribbling from his mouth. Sweat poured from his pores. He was jabbing wildly with the club now, not aiming it, letting it ram into any part of her cunt that it could reach. He was no longer measuring the depth of the strokes. He didn't care if he rammed it all the way through to her guts! Females like her had to be taught where they fit. The fucking sluts who went around preaching equal rights for women ought to have a treatment like this every night! They were all alike, giving their pussy to any bum who wanted it - thinking they would never have to pay for fucking up a good man's life!
As the tip of the club touched her cervix, Laura managed one last agonizing scream. She knew she was fainting from the pain, and she also knew that it would do no good for her to scream. Who was there to care? Her scream faded into a muffled moan as she felt blackness closing in.
With a splintering roar, the door to the living room slammed open! The three law officers burst in, guns drawn, staring quickly about, on the alert. Mason spotted the naked figure of Sauers through the bedroom door and he headed for there. Sauers swung around as the splintering crash startled him, glaring in anger and fear at the intruders who were closing in. He had been so startled that he relinquished his hold on the club and left it shoved deep into Laura's cunt! His cock was still stiff, standing out obscenely, and his eyes darted about wildly, like a trapped animal's. His gun was in the living room, and he knew by the tight look on the three State Troopers' faces that he'd never make it.
Mason pointed the gun at Sauers's head, almost vomiting as he saw Laura lying there, out cold with the billy club sticking obliquely from her vagina! Mason began to tremble with rage. His eyes held cold hate as he snarled at the naked man, "You do that, you rotten bastard ... do me a favor and try to get to your gun! Go on!" he was yelling now, ?... try it... give me a chance to put a.bullet in your guts, you lousy imitation of a man!"
The two troopers moved up to Sauers, sensing that the lieutenant might very easily lose control and shoot him. They led him into the front room and made him dress.
Mason walked to the phone and dialed the barracks. "Get an ambulance out to Rainbow's End Motel," he snapped, "and step on it!"
He put the phone down and stared contemptuously at the subdued, surly man, his lips curling as he saw that he had to be wearing the uniform of an officer of the law.
"This is one trial I'm going to enjoy, you filthy animal," he snarled. "And this is one that you aren't going to cover up or get out of... not while I'm alive!"
Chapter Ten
Laura Haynes sat quietly in the third row of the courtroom. Beside her sat the stony-faced Lt. Mason. They had been the main witnesses for the State in the trial. It had been tried in state's court because of the jurisdiction of the State Police and the fact that one of the defendents was an officer of the Sheriff's Department.
She was nervous. It had been an ordeal, reliving those shameful scenes over again in her testimony. And in her heart, she wondered what might happen to her if they were exonerated. She had expressed her fears to Mason, and he had vowed that if they were, they would have to get to her over his dead body. And besides, he had told her, there were Federal charges against Wilkins and Swede Swanson that were still facing them. Seven of the prostitutes had addresses in cities outside the state, and that meant they faced indictments under the Mann Act - transporting females across state borders for immoral purposes - white slavery.
Still, her heart was pounding as the jury filed in and took their selits. They looked grim as the foreman faced the judge. "Have you reached a verdict?" he asked solemnly. The foreman stood. "We have, your honor. We find the defendants guilty on all counts!"
A noisy bustle came over the spectators as newsmen rushed for the door to get to the phones.
"Order!" the judge roared. "Bailiff, lock those doors at once. I'll have order while this court is still in session!" The newsmen submitted meekly, sitting in the last row of seats.
Laura breathed a deep sigh of relief, and Mason grasped her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. She had been on the witness stand for almost two days, and her nerves were about to break. She had refused her doctor's advice not to testify in person but to give depositions, and now she was glad that she had. Her terrifying account of what had happened to her had made in indelible impression on the jurors, she knew... far more than the account of them read by a court clerk or the State's attorney.
The defense attorney had hammered away at her relentlessly, but she felt that his vicious insinuations that she had instigated the brutal sex acts seemed to evoke more sympathy from the jury for her. She was glad it was over.
He had asked her for the tenth time, "Isn't it true that it was you who invited - even solicited releations with Sergeant Sauers ... with Martin "Swede" Swenson ... with all the others?" He also made much of the fact that she used drugs, but the State had proved that she had had only one prescription filled, and that most of that had never been used.
It became obvious that the jury believed her story after Sauers had testified. He came off badly, losing his temper several times, cursing, threatening to get even with the ones who were framing him. In a sense, he convicted himself, for he had no answer to the testimony of the three State Troopers who had found her unconscious with the obscene policeman's club shoved deep inside her vagina. This was rock-hard testimony that could not be denied or explained away.
The defense had tried to shatter her credibility and her character, coming back time and again to the drugs. At one point, she had burst out hysterically that she was in such a nervous state that she would have taken her own life if she hadn't had something to calm her nerves.
The defense attorney made one or two strong points when he had asked repeatedly why, if she was so abhorred by what was taking place, hadn't she called the police. Laura had said, "Because I was afraid for my life. I thought they would kill me if I did. I didn't know where to turn." And in his summation, the States attorney had pointed out again what had happened to Laura when she finally summoned the police.
She looked over at her husband. Bob sat staring at the floor, his head bowed in defeat. She tried to find some remorse in him - some shame... but there was none. He was dejected merely because he'd been caught and charged with conspiracy for his part in setting up the bordello. The court had declared the contract void, returning the motel to Laura, but it didn't matter much now. Her life was empty. Bob would go to prison, along with Wilkins, Swenson and Sauers. She knew that she could never go back to the motel now. There were too many horrible memories. She felt as deserted and alone as at any time in her life. She had been publicly humiliated even though she had been innocent of any wrongdoing of her own choosing. It was a small town where she had grown up, and she had detected the coolness of many former acquaintances already.
She had come to rely on Lt. Harold Mason for advice and concern. He had been like a solid rock, and she had come to have a deep affection for him. She learned why he was nicknamed Happy ... because when he was off duty, he had a carefree, outgoing nature. He was a man who could laugh just over the joy of being alive. He was a good man, she knew, and he had handled almost all the details of the sale of the motel for her.
She had paid the bills and had a tidy sum in the bank. Now she stood on the sidewalk in front of the courthouse. Hap Mason was looking at her, trying to be gay to hide his disappointment that she was leaving.
"I'll be fine, Hap," Laura said. "I'm leaving for Trenton in the morning. My sister lives there. She has room for me until I find out what I want to do. I'll be with people who do love me. I need the time to get this all out of my mind ... to feel better. Then I'll find a job ..." she grinned at him in an impish way, "... maybe even managing a motel."
"If you need me..." Hap Mason put his heart in his warm eyes and leaned over and kissed her awkwardly. "And I don't want to sound foolish, but... well, I know I'm almost twenty years older than you, but... well..." He broke off, blushing.
Give me a little time, Hap," Laura said gently, laying her hand on his cheek, "And it might be sooner than you think" Her eyes were misty and she kissed him quickly and strode away.
That evening, she boarded the train to Trenton. Hap wasn't there. He was on duty. She glowed as she thought of the good man who cared for her... a man whose life was the upholding and enforcing of the law. A man so far removed from Bob that they could be from different worlds. But she needed some time. The scars were deep, she knew, and the nights were still spotted with horrible nightmares that vividly relived every grotesque, degrading moment of the past year or more.
The ordeal of the trial had drained her emotionally, and she felt tired inside and out as she took her seat in the coach. In seven hours, she would be in Trenton with her sister Kim and her husband Marvin. Best of all, she would be with her two nieces, Shelley and little Laura, and she could learn to romp and laugh with them once again.
She drifted off into a "restless sleep within an hour, and her slumber was disturbed by the recurring nightmares. But they were becoming dimmer, and only the more vivid atrocities remained to haunt her now.
Swede fucked her madly, ignoring her cries of pain as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her buttocks, pulling her high in the air so that his hard, cruel penis could reach the very depths of her vagina. He thrust it in mercilessly, not caring if it hurt her.
Off to the side, Bob stood, sneering at her she held out her hands to him, crying out for help. But in her dream the words wouldn't come. She saw only the contempt for that every eye held as Swede laughed hideously and rammed his turgid cock so deep up into her that it made her gasp and grunt.
She saw another figure standing nearby, ogling the scene with bulging, animal-like orbs. He was pumping on his cock and pointing at her cunt obscenely as peals of laughter rang out across her mind. Strange, she could always hear the laughter but never the words ... not even her own, in her horrible nightmares.
She tried to tell herself that it would stop ... that it was only a bad dream, yet her mind couldn't accept that. The faces kept changing, but the bodies of the men were always the same. They always had out-sized cocks, far too big for her tight pussy and they were always brutes. In their eyes, there was always that hellish look of lust. None of them ever smiled at her or touched her gently. Not even Bob.
She stirred in her sleep as she felt a tender hand on her cheek, and at last she heard the words. "If you need me... " the voice was sayingrShe looked all about her, trying to match the face with the voice, but there was only the lewd, half-mad face of Sauers, the sex-crazed leer of Fish-eyes, the cold eyes of the one called Jukes. She had been only dreaming that she had heard the words, felt the touch of a kind hand on her face... it was all a dream ... a bad dream that gnawed away at her sanity.
"You fucking whore!" She heard no sound coming from Bob, but she could read his lips, feel the utter contempt he felt for her.
"Isn't it true that you've been taking drugs for some time?" Why didn't you call the police?" The words echoed in the corridors of her mind, and always at the end of the dream, one figure would loom larger than all the rest.
He was an ugly giant, ten feet tall, and he was taking off a uniform of some kind with a badge pinned to it. He had a leather belt in his hand, and the hand was raised high! She saw the belt descending to bite at her naked flesh, but she couldn't move. She felt the leather cut into her white skin... saw the blood appear magically in the welt... and she could only stare at the giant ogre with the belt raised on high again.
He put the belt down and picked up a huge club that looked like a baseball bat. He was advancing on her, and she could only lie there, unable to close her pussy-lips against the monstrous wooden club! Then the screams poured from her throat as the agonizing object was shoved deep into her cunt!
A hand was shaking Laura's shoulder gently, and a kind voice was asking, "Can I help you, lady? Shall I have the conductor stop the train?"
Laura sat up straight, rubbing her eyes. She looked at the concerned face of the elderly man who had taken the seat next to her. "Thank God!" she said fervently. He smiled in relief.
"That was a pretty bad nightmare you were having," he consoled her. "Are you all right now?"
Laura nodded gratefully. "Yes, and thank you for waking me. It was a bad dream .. .a terribly real nightmare." She stared straight ahead for a moment, fear flitting across her face.
"A nightmare I won't ever have to live through again."
