Outside on the screen, the man's buttocks were flexing and hollowing rapidly as he drove himself hard into the writhing young girl underneath him. Her legs were wrapped tight around his body, her ankles locked in a lewd death-like grip over his back. His giant cock was spearing into her tight wet pussy like a steel piston, bringing grunts of indescribable joy to her mumbling lips.
Bob could see the end coming for both of them as he watched the screen over the rocking shoulder of Harry Burns' wife as she labored heavily over him to finish it. He heard her grunt loudly just as he felt his own explosion deep inside the tight wet confines of her cunt shooting its hot fiery liquid deep up inside her. Both their bodies quivered for a moment emptying themselves against each other. And then, she collapsed down on him with a sigh of relief as Bob watched the couple on the screen grunting to completion just before the last few frames of the reel whirred into blackness. There was a few moments of darkness as Marsha Burns slowly crawled from his body, his wet deflated prick slipping from her with a soft sucking noise. And then, the screen was lit again. He tried to focus his eyes to see more clearly, but he couldn't. The Pernod and the final wild race for fulfillment with Marsha had dulled his senses too much. It was just a faint blur in the distance across the room.
"Recognize the Red Room," Marsha whispered next to him, a strange excited tone in her voice.
He nodded his head slightly as his eyes focused a little better. He could make out the blurred shapes of two bodies writhing on the bed with a man's head buried deep between the wide-spread legs of a blonde girl whose hands clung tightly to his hair as though it were a matter of life or death. Her blurred face was contorted into a half-crazed expression of passion that seemed to border on the verge of hysteria. He had the sudden vague feeling that he knew this girl from somewhere but his thoughts were interrupted by the white-coated waiter going around the room and whispering something to the couples locked in various positions of love on the couches. Without exception, they stopped whatever they happened to be doing and focused their attention on the screen.
"Harry's breaking in a new member for us tonight. You'll enjoy watching it." Marsha whispered over to him, the strange excited tone in her voice growing more intense.
"Harry, your husband!" he exclaimed. "I thought he was out of town."
"Oh, yes, he was," she laughed, snuggling her shoulders nonchalantly. "But he came back unexpectedly and decided to join in the party. I forgot to tell you about it."
"B-But," Bob stammered unable to believe his ears. "What if he sees us together."
"Don't you worry, dear boy," she said, patting his hand. "He knows all about it. Now you just relax and watch the show. It should be particularly interesting to you."
"To me, why me?"
"You'll see, love, you'll see." She patted his arm and curled up against him. "I'll have the screen focused properly in a little while after Harry really gets warmed up."
Bob took his glass from the small rack on the arm of the couch and tipped it to his lips. He knew he had had enough but this was a crazy mess and he decided he was going to need a little fortification if he had to face Harry Burns tonight after screwing his wife the way he had been doing. The Pernod relaxed him again and he tried to concentrate on the screen, his eyes clearing slightly.
God, that girl, whoever she was, was really going out of her mind. He wondered casually which one of the men's wives it was, and why Harry Burns got the honor of breaking her into the club. He wished also they'd focus that screen now, this was too good to be missed and he wanted to see all the details of the action. The thought of that poor girl in her first initiation stirred his loins considerably in spite of the going over he had just had with Marsha, God, he'd love to get a shot at her tonight after Harry finished. He wondered if the club rules were the same as some of those that had been exposed in the papers recently where all the men got a shot at the new female members. But, there was no hurry, he would have plenty of time before the evening was over.
Carol squirmed and bucked under the maddening torture of Harry's flicking tongue until she thought the pounding of her heart would break through her chest. Her head was raised from the bed again watching his face, her hands locked tightly behind his head pulling the punishing lash of his tongue deeper and deeper into her. It seemed as though the delicious sucking of her vagina had gone on forever, when suddenly Harry forced his head from the tight restrictive grip of her hands and kneeled up between her open thighs.
She closed her eyes tight again to close away the humiliation of lying under him stripped naked and defenseless against his cold cruel gaze. The shame of the weakness of her body momentarily brought her to reality. But, then he spoke:
"Now I'm gonna fuck you, baby," he breathed. "Just like your husband did my wife, only better."
Carol lay still, with her thighs open wide, her breath coming so fast she felt her lungs would burst. Her belly quivered and heaved as though he already had the long thick cock extending out from his loins sunk deep inside her.
Harry bent down over her prostrate body, fastening his teeth harshly into the nipple of her heaving left breast. She groaned in pain, attempting to twist away from the sudden sharp torture but his hands, playing over the softness of her thighs and hips, held her tight. His lips roamed wetly over the white palpitating mounds, causing a blissful twitch that descended feather-like to her crotch below. Her buttocks began a slow impatient grinding down into the mattress.
"God damn, you're gettin' hot," he moaned as his lips slobbered over the soft sensitive parts of her body, his eyes still hard and cruel in the greed of his desire. "I'm gonna screw you like you've never been screwed before. I want to see you twist and squirm when this cock of mine sinks into your belly. I want to see you beg and scream for it."
Carol lay frozen under the prodding of his obscene words. Their very lewdness excited her more and more but still she fought within herself against this final surrender that would mean her total subjugation to him.
"Spread your legs wide, honey, I'm comin' in now," Harry grinned in triumph above her.
Quivering, half in fear and half in anticipation, Carol opened her thighs wider apart. Harry levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her shoulders. He dropped one hand down between their bodies taking the hard, throbbing cock between his fingers and guided it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her head to the side on the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her moist pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying still in utter subjugation before him, not even daring to breath.
"Oooooooh," she breathed as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight elastic opening of her vagina.
He pushed.
"Aaaagh," she coughed as the tip slipped through, stretching cruelly the tight rubbery opening until Carol felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.
"Ooooh, God no, please. You're hurting me. You're hurting me!" She was suddenly screaming almost at the top of her voice as she jerked her eyes open in fear and saw his evil sadistic grin above her. Oh God, he was killing her, and he was enjoying it. He was enjoying watching her suffer beneath the cruelty of his slow relentless penetration of her cunt.
Suddenly, the grin on his face faded and a contorted expression of sheer raw lust replaced it. He could stand it no more, watching this helpless, innocent young wife spread-eagle beneath him with the head of his cock disappearing into the hair of her pussy.
He had to fuck her, he had to, and quick!
He fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm tits tightly back against her chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time and his long, thick cock slid into her cunt like a raging freight train pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it until with a loud groan his balls smacked heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
"Oh God! Oh God!" she cried beneath him. She had never been so filled in her life and his cock felt as though it had ripped her vagina in a thousand tiny threads as he had speared into her without mercy or thought of injury. And now, now it lay sunk deep in her belly filling every part of her insides. There wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh on it that she could not feel as it pressed tight against the soft flesh of her cunt, enclosed in the moist warm sheath like a sword sliced cruelly into its piteous victim's belly.
He lay still for a moment, his face directly over hers. Carol too lay immobile, afraid to move for fear of the pain it might bring. Neither made a sound for a long moment and then suddenly she felt a throb deep inside, the thickness of Harry's cock jerked up another half an inch as he flexed it inside her vagina.
"Auuuuuuughh!" she grunted breathlessly, her face contorting to the deeper pain.
"Told ya I'd stretch that tight little pussy of yours, baby," he tormented above her, flexing again.
"Aaaaaaaggggghh," she groaned deeper this time, the cords in her neck standing out from the pressure of her resistance.
"Like it?" he grinned down in lewd delight at the pained expression on her face.
There was no answer.
"Like it, baby, I said?" he flexed again.
"Ooooooohhh, yes, yes," she cried, afraid to offend him. The pain was just too unbearable.
"Beg then," he hissed with contemptuous coldness.
"W-What," was all the anguished girl could utter.
"Beg me, I said," he repeated with greater arrogance.
"Ooooh, no I can't I can't," she prayed beneath him.
"Beg me to fuck you. Now!" he throbbed the huge member deep down in her quivering belly again.
"Oooooh, God, don't, don't, I can't," she fought with all her strength and courage to escape this one final humiliation. This, she knew, would be the final surrender. There would be no escaping him ever again. It was the only thing she had left. He had taken all else, her pride in her fidelity to her husband, her self respect, everything was gone. She couldn't let him have the pleasure of hearing her beg too. She just couldn't.
He throbbed deeper, digging his fingers into the softness of her shoulders at the same time.
"Do it," he commanded, savage fire burning in his eyes, "Beg, you bitch."
"Ooooh, God," she sobbed, her resistance broken by the pain and helplessness of her position. "Do it to me, do it to me."
"Not like that, say fuck me," he demanded.
"Oh, fuck me!" she hissed through clenched teeth, tears gushing from her eyes as she spat out the lewd, obscene words. Her humiliation and degradation were complete. She would never be the same again. She had allowed herself to lose control over all the things she knew were right and now she wished she were dead. She could never face Bob again with the innocence she had before. She was a whore now, she was a whore!
The bitter words bored into her mind like evil omens of doom. She was lost! Lost! He had taken everything that was right and good from her. There was no hope left, nothing, nothing, but the huge, fleshy instrument buried deep inside her burning vagina.
Harry Burns sensed the loss of the last remaining ounce of resistance left in her soul and clamping his wet lips suddenly right down over her mouth he began a slow rocking motion between her thighs. He could feel the tight narrow passage widening slightly with each short smooth stroke as she groaned in hopeless defeat beneath him. It wouldn't take long to turn this smooth, soft-bodied young wife into a raw, squealing mass of helpless desire. He could feel it by the way she reacted to his earlier touches. Even though she had resisted and was convinced in her own mind that she was a sweet conservative wife, true to her husband in all respects, he could detect a latent hot streak in her that had just never been turned on. Well, he'd make sure she got turned on tonight and he could think of nothing better than having a cute little hot pants like this in the neighborhood that he could sneak over and grab a little piece of anytime he got the urge.
Carol's body began to involuntarily react. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through her veins. She had lost the battle against the obscene feelings and even the agonizing thought of her total surrender sent chills running along the base of her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Harry Burns' cock begin skewering wetly into her.
Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him and she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with a sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her face contorted with passion, mouth working, neck straining, nostrils flared, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead under the now disheveled soft blonde hair.
Harry slipped his hands down her sides and slid them under the soft smooth globes of her moving buttocks, grasping them harshly, one in each hand. He remembered with lust-inciting clarity the tight shorts she had worn in the backyard that day and the thoughts he had had of holding them like this. The realization that they were his now to do with as he wished, drove him to greater frenzy.
They were flexing and unflexing, oozing around his fingers as he pressed his hands tightly into them. He jerked her harder to his loins and felt her pulling her thighs back a little more, the moist wet hole of her cunt flowering open to receive his cock to greater and greater depths.
The pain was gone now and her legs on either side of his impaling rod of flesh were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes were closed and her tongue worked and slavered up into his mouth as small mewling sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled from her throat. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out hard and tense as she writhed beneath him from the intensity of her feeling. There was no longer any thought of anything but the delicious sensation of lying beneath this man who was fucking her against her will and giving back to him what he was giving her.
Harry slaved above her, moving suddenly into longer smooth strokes that brought his cock almost all the way out of her clasping vagina on the backstroke and then thrusting forward into her uplifted buttocks again until he could feel the harsh slap of his balls against the unprotected crevice of her anus. He grinned, at the thought of further humiliation and slid his fingers down over the tight skin of her ass and found the small puckered anus cradled defenselessly below. It was soft and warm and he could feel it working with the movement of her buttocks pushing against his loins.
He pushed into it with a sudden quick movement feeling the soft rubbery flesh yielding before his attack.
"Oooooh," she gasped, the sound tumbling from her lips in painful protest.
He thrust harder, taking pleasure in hearing her noises of subjugation.
"Ooooooooooh!" she groaned louder this time from the further outrage against her defenseless asshole.
But there was no respite.
He worked his finger around inside, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. He slipped another finger in and felt the tight resistance give way as it moved into the soft warm depths.
The deep guttural noises coming from her chest slowed into whimpers of pain for a moment and then slowly subsided to be replaced by greater moans of pleasure as her anus slowly became accustomed to the strange unnatural invasion.
He smiled a smile of triumph into her wet sucking mouth as he felt her begin slowly screwing her rectum back on his fingers as he probed them methodically around the warm rubbery depths. She was hopelessly impaled between his hard throbbing cock in her vagina and his fingers shoved tightly in her asshole. And now, moaning and mewling beneath him, she began twisting and squealing in abandon under the double ravishment of her loins.
He slid his other hand slowly up from the smooth rounded cheek of her ass to where his cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her pussy and could feel the soft hair-lined folds clasped tight to his rampaging cock and he could sense their softness pulling and giving with each long, hard, jack-hammer thrust into her.
He fondled and played with the contracting lips of her pussy where he entered her, bringing softer moans of abandoned sensation from her mouth and at the same time he could feel the ever widening passage of her vagina flowering in greedy desire to swallow the whole of his cock plunging far inside her.
He quickened his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep, as she thrashed her body beneath him. She was ready to cum, he could feel it as her legs on either side of him jerked wide and up. He ripped his fingers from her rectum with a wet hissing sound and pressed his hands behind her knees pushing them back and hard down against the mattress on either side of her shoulders. The plane of her crotch was wide open to the pile-driving thrusts of his loins as he smacked brutally into her.
"Oh, oh, oh," she chanted beneath him, her face contorted in an unrecognizable mask of wild abandon passion.
He grunted and groaned and quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep so that his cock bored far up into the hidden, untouched recesses of her womb. Her breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his chest, the tiny hardened nipples digging into him like buttons on a coat.
And suddenly, she shivered under him!
"Oh God!… Oh God! I'm cumming! Cumming! Ooooooooh, Ooooooooh!"
He felt her cunt opening around him and warm gushes of wet sticky liquid flooding hot around his pistoning cock. He thrust faster, digging deep, deep inside her. He wanted her to remember this all her life, and worked to make it true.
He felt her jerk up towards him several times, the lips of her cunt working and sucking at his penis as though trying to milk him dry. Her breath was coming in short desperate gasps and he thrust deep again feeling suddenly his own hot, wet sperm shoot from the top of his cock far into her soft, quivering belly. Their juices mingled deep down inside in a wet pool of joy and passion that Carol had never known could exist.
Her legs went limp all of a sudden and fell out to the sides, splayed obscenely on either side of his still heaving body. Her heart pounded in her chest as though it would burst. Her body was beaten and satiated as it never had been before and the sudden wave of shame and humiliation returned to her again as she remembered where she was and who was lying on top of her with his thick penis still buried deep inside her still gently palpitating vagina. Again tears stained her cheeks as she saw the obscene picture they made in the mirrored ceiling above. Her, lying with her arms and legs spread wide apart and his body covering hers between them in the age old position of the conquering man. Well, she had been fucked, and fucked good, just as Jean warned her and now all she wanted to do was get away from this horrible place as fast as she could. Even though she had caught her husband in the midst of making love to this man's wife, it gave her no excuse. He must never know, never.
"Like it, baby?" Harry lifted his head above hers and grinned down at her.
"Yes Harry," she said coldly, "Now let me up. I want to go home."
"In a minute, baby, in a minute," he smiled. "I ain't even pulled it out yet, see."
He throbbed his deflating rod gently in her vagina.
Carol groaned from the further indignity, throwing her arm over her eyes to blot out the closeness of his face over hers. It was enough to have been so weak and to have allowed her body to surrender to the crudeness of this horrible man whose cum lay hot and sticky deep in her belly but to have to listen to him talk about it afterwards was just impossible.
"Harry, please, let me up, please," she whimpered. "I have to go before Bob leaves here and finds me not at home."
"What are you worried about? He's gettin' his, ain't he, and from my wife too. Turn about's fair play."
"I know, I know," she pleaded trying to get through to him. "But it's different with a man. He could never forgive me."
Outside, Bob had found himself moving nervously on the couch as he watched the hazy body of the blonde girl writhing in wild abandoned passion as Harry Burns fucked her. He had never seen such an exhibition of sheer, unadulterated lust and it was getting to him. It hadn't been long since he fucked Burns' wife but even so he could feel his prick hardening again at the sight of the two bodies moistly fused together on the screen. The waiter had switched the camera a few minutes ago to the one at the foot of the bed and Bob had felt ripples of life coming into him again as a perfect view came on the screen of Harry's cock buried deep inside the girl's cunt. For some reason, this one had been in good focus and even the tiny red flanges of her tight pussy could be seen clasping hungrily around his cock as it slipped in and out of the soft surrounding of light blonde pubic hair. Bob had watched hypnotized as the tight wet cunt lips had skewered up and down the rigid pole of flesh following it out as it withdrew and disappearing back inside as he thrust into her again. Then the camera had gone back to the one over the bed where they had a view of them from the top. It was out of focus again and her face couldn't be made out too clearly except that she was screaming for it. She had to be, her legs were drawn back as far as they could go and her hands were digging into his buttocks trying to pull him deeper inside her. God, she was a hot little bitch, hotter than anything he had ever seen before.
"Do I get her next?" Bob whispered over to Marsha who sat quietly with a strange secret smile on her face.
"Mmmmm, Yes, I suppose so if you like." And then added with a twinkle in her eyes. "Do you think there'll be anything left after Harry gets through?"
"God, at this rate, I don't know," he answered as he saw the writhing couple begin racing wildly for their final orgasm. "But I sure as hell hope so."
Marsha pushed a button by the couch and the waiter came over from behind the bar and leaned over her.
"Peter, I think the set needs focusing a little. Would you take care of it for us, please. And switch the camera around a little, we'd like a little variety in the positions."
"Why didn't he fix it before, couldn't he see it wasn't working right?" Bob said half angrily. They had missed a lot of the best of the action.
"Ready for a surprise, dear?" Marsha smiled at him.
"There's nothing you can do anymore that would surprise me," he smiled back.
"Oh no," she laughed, "Then watch."
He looked back toward the screen as the blurred lines around the figures smacking against each other in uncontrolled passion on the bed suddenly began clearing away. The camera pointed straight down from above the couple, the girls face looking straight up at it from over the man's shoulder on top of her. The last shadowy lines faded and the set was brought into sharp clear focus, a perfect picture of the girl's lust contorted face.
Bob's heart stopped.
His head whirled in disbelief at the vision that 'flickered suddenly before his eyes on the giant screen. It was Carol's face staring up at the camera with glazed unseeing eyes. Her mouth was wide open wide, gasping fish-like up into the room.
"My God, it can't be," he groaned.
The view switched to the camera at the foot of the bed again and the thick fleshy cock of Harry Burns was outlined clearly pistoning wetly into the hair-lined opening of his wife's cunt. He was holding her legs back far over her head so that he had the greatest possible access to her helpless widespread loins. Her buttocks were presented up to him in white defenseless sacrifice as his monstrously thick cock speared in and out of her without the slightest grain of mercy. His finger was sunk deep in Carol's tiny puckered anus.
It's a mistake, it's a mistake, the thoughts flashed through his mind faster than he could think. It's someone else. It's got to be.
But the view changed again and Carol's panting, pleading face was again clearly visible, egging her laboring lover on, her arms and ankles locked tightly around his sweating body, riding the wave with him.
Bob sat frozen, as he saw her begin screaming her first shrill sounds of orgasm as Marsha's husband screwed her mercilessly. Her legs kicked back wide until he thought Carol's crotch would split down the middle from the cruel distorted position but Harry Burns had reached up with both hands and held her knees back cruelly up over her shoulders and tightly down to the mattress until she was bent double. God, he would kill her. How could she take it so deep?
His question was answered as he saw her final jerks of fulfillment and watched the hollowing muscles of Harry's buttocks as he pumped his lewd, sticky sperm deep up into Carol's quivering belly.
Bob's first impulse when his wife's face had first come on the screen, was to leap from the couch and race to her rescue. But a moments confused wait showed that this was no rape.
She was loving every minute of being fucked by another man!
The goddamn bitch, his mind repeated over and over, she's loving it! The dirty little whore, the dirty little whore, she had never put out for him like that. All the time he had thought she was just a cold innocent babe in arms and had used all the patience he had possessed to try and break down the barriers she had thrown up against sex. But it had never worked. She had always remained cold and impassive to his lovemaking co-operative, yes, like she was doing him a favor, but still cold and impassive.
And now – now this. She had turned on with their neighbor like she had never had a prick shoved in her before. Well, by God, he was going to get his share of it tonight too and maybe break her damn little unfaithful neck in the process.
"Surprised," Marsha chuckled softly next to him sensing his hurt and anger.
"How did she get here?" he asked with fire in his voice.
"Oh, Harry dropped by your house and suggested it."
"She didn't object?"
"Did she look like it?" Marsha laughed. "Harry said she almost raped him on your living room couch before he could get her out of the house."
"Take me to her," he said harshly, the anger rising to a fever pitch inside his chest.
"Alright, if you promise no fights," Marsha agreed with a smile, "That's against the club rules."
"No, no fights. I'm just going to fuck the shit out of the little bitch."
"Well, just walk on down to the Red room and knock twice on the door," she grinned wickedly. "I'm sure she'll be very surprised and happy to see you."
"Not when I'm through with her she won't," Bob shot back at her as he rose from the couch.
Carol lay immobile under the heavy relaxed body of Harry Burns whose sweating flesh oozed over her supple form in collapsed satiation. She could feel his penis slowly deflating inside her belly. Her vagina felt flooded and used as it never had before and she wanted to close her legs and rest the ache that was forming there. She had pleaded with him to let her up but he had not responded. He was enjoying to the fullest his brutal and complete conquest of her proud young body and was in no hurry to withdraw from its warm wet cavern. She lay quietly, afraid to move for fear that it would excite him again and cause his thick huge penis to harden once more deep inside her. The thought of having to go through the horrible humiliation again of his spewing his hot white cum inside her would be too much. She would not be able to stand it and lay still hoping he would let her go without subjecting her to further indignities.
She was hardly conscious of the knocking on the door until she felt Harry's spent body stirring above her. She felt his withdrawal, his now soft penis slipping from her vagina with a soft, wet, sucking noise. A cool rush of air flowed through her loins and over her body when he rose. A long sigh of drawn out relief breathed from her heaving chest and she closed her legs in relief feeling the pain subside a little in the stretched muscles of her thighs. Her eyes opened and suddenly the realization hit her that he was going to open the door.
"Don't," she almost screamed at him. "I don't have any clothes on."
"Don't worry, baby, whoever it is won't mind the sight of you one bit," he said as he turned the key in the lock and swung the door wide open.
Carol struggled to raise herself from the bed and then froze to the mattress, her eyes opened wide in disbelief.
It was Bob!
"Oh God," she moaned in humiliation at her husband seeing her like this, naked and her belly still filled with the wetness of another man's sperm. She opened her mouth in horror, but was too paralyzed with fright to scream. Instead she jerked her arm up over her face and collapsed in a sobbing, helpless heap back down on the mattress. There was nothing else she could do, her face reddening from the shame of his eyes locked coldly on her broken and used body.
"Yes, bitch, it's your husband coming to pay his respects." He snarled coldly as he stepped inside.
"She's all yours, sport," Harry Burns said contemptuously and walked from the room without bothering with his clothes. Bob did not bother to look at him as he squeezed past him in the doorway. Even though he had just finished doing the same thing to his wife he was not certain he wouldn't lose control from the anger coursing through him and smash Burns' arrogant face into a pulp.
"Bob, darling," Carol blubbered from the bed, finding somehow the courage to remove her arm from her eyes and look up at him. "You don't understand, you don't understand!"
He walked over by the side of the bed and stood looking down at her with a hard, contemptuous hatred in his eyes. He did not speak. Carol quivered on the mattress her fear and humiliation too great to allow her to move.
"Darling, listen to me, please listen to me," she sobbed up at him.
Her words sounded pathetic and useless even to her own ears.
His eyes trailed the length of her body, coming to rest at her thighs where thin sticky trails of the lewd sperm Harry Burns had just pumped into her could still be seen glistening wetly in the dim light of the room. The lewd reminder incited him more. His face contorted with a cruel and unbending ruthlessness that she had never seen there before.
"Darling, let's go home and talk," she pleaded.
He still did not speak. He just stood silently with a hate-filled expression lining his contorted lips.
"Say something, darling, say something," she prayed to him in desperation. She didn't know him now and her shame and humiliation were replaced by the fear that he was going to kill. She almost wished he would. "You fucking bitch."
He spoke the words so hard and cruelly that she winced from their impact. He leaned down over the bed and grasped her shoulders hard in his hands digging his fingers deep into the softness of her tortured flesh. He held his face within inches of hers.
"How many other men have fucked you since we've been married?" he spat. "You're nothing but a dirty little whore. A whore, that's what you are. Well, I'm gonna pay for mine this time and see if it makes it more lively, like with Harry Burns. I want two dollars worth and it better be good."
He straightened up and pulled two one dollar bills from his pocket and threw them on her sobbing form as she lay quivering beneath his vile verbal attack. Through her bitter anguish Carol could hear the sound of a zipper being drawn down and then the movement of the bed sagging under his weight as he crawled on it. He closed his hands tightly around her throat and pulled her mouth to him. But the sudden movement and the savage pressure of his hands on her throat caused her to jerk her face away.
"You bitch," he spat, "I didn't see you squirming away from him."
He slapped her hard, flat across the cheek, jerking her head to the side so hard she thought certainly he had broken something. She tried to twist away from his madness and rolled desperately across the bed.
He caught her by the hair and jerked her back. The next slap was behind the head and Carol felt as though he had broken her head.
"Bob! Bob! Please, please, you don't know what you're doing," she pleaded in hopeless desperation.
"I know bitch, I know," he spat between tightly clenched teeth. "I've finally learned the game."
He slapped her again, this time across the face when she had turned to plead with him bringing a harsh stinging sensation to her skin as though she were being doused with raw gasoline. She fought and struggled now for fear he was going to do something desperate in his rage, kicking and scratching with all the remaining strength she had left after the previous struggle with Harry Burns. They were a tangled mass of arms and limbs and suddenly without warning they rolled from the bed and fell to the floor. Carol was on the bottom and felt the brutal impact hard against her back. Bob levered up and straddled her stomach landing blow after blow across her defenseless face. She felt herself losing consciousness and managed to gasp through her pain.
"Bob! Bob! You're killing me! You're killing me!"
He snapped to his senses without speaking and fumbled his belt from his pants. He stood up over her and began lashing it across the whiteness of her belly and wildly heaving breasts. She rolled to her stomach in a desperate attempt to escape the cruel leather cutting into her skin but he placed his foot in the small of her back, pinning her helplessly to the floor, and continued raining the hard frenzied blows across her back and quivering buttocks. Then, as she groaned in pain and humiliation from the excruciating punishment he suddenly stopped as quickly as he had begun.
"Now, baby, I want my two bucks worth," he spat down at her shaking spread-eagle form. "And do it like a whore, not like a wife."
"Oh no, darling, not like this, not like this," she sobbed up at him. The tears streamed now in flowing wet rivulets down the sides of her cheeks and in spite of her pain and pleading she could feel him pulling her legs brutally apart on the rug, not even bothering to lift her to the bed.
He dropped to his knees between her thighs adjusting his hard throbbing cock in his hands. And then, as suddenly as he had begun hitting her before, he fell forward across her body and rammed his cock deep into her still sperm-filled cunt. Though she wasn't prepared for the sudden onslaught, the wetness from the fucking she had just received from Harry Burns lubricated her and eased his otherwise searing entry.
He began immediately to fuck into her with hard brutal strokes, not caring about her pain or tears as she groaned and twisted in agony beneath his flailing body. He reached out to the side of his hips and shoved his hands under the backs of her thighs lifting them up and back until she was bent almost double and her knees scraped the floor up over her shoulders. She groaned again and again in anguish as he thrust into her inhumanly contorted body with long deep strokes that travelled the full length of his hard throbbing penis. His driving loins smacked hard against the plane of her upturned buttocks, buffeting her head harshly back against the side of the bed. The smack of his hips against hers resounded through the room like claps of thunder from a storm building menacingly over the distant mountains.
"Oh, Bob, Bob, you can't, you can't," she moaned on helplessly beneath him.
But there was no response from his growling twisted lips only the pain of an extra hard thrust up against her cervix that Carol was certain had torn her deep inside. She had thought the beginning with Harry Burns before she had lost control of herself was horrible, but this was worse. To lie beneath her own husband and be treated like the lowest of prostitutes, used to vent his own lust and anger against, this was a thousand times more degrading. Her thoughts flowed as though she had no feeling left in her tortured nerve ends, they had been used and raped to the point that nothing came through anymore. There was no pain left in her body to bring forth, only the horrible humiliation and anguish of the hateful rape of her body by her own husband and she lay passively, no longer moving or caring beneath him.
"Move it, bitch," he suddenly commanded through his panting mouth. "I want my two buck's worth."
He dropped his hands to the softness of tier buttocks and cupped them tightly, digging his finger nails hard into the resilient flesh to emphasize with physical pain the words he had spoken.
"Move it," he snarled again when there was no response to his first command. "It's just another fuck like all the others, only I got it coming to me legal like!"
"No, No Bob, it's not true!" she squealed beneath his punishing impalement. "You don't understand! You don't understand!"
"Move it!" he hissed through tightly clenched teeth.
Carol sobbed and began a slow mechanical grinding of her buttocks up against his thrusting loins to escape the painful digging fingers cutting into her flesh. Small red welts followed their path and her shame and humiliation grew with each further moment that brought his orgasm closer. He was going to spew it into her, into her in anger rather than love, and the thought made her wish he had killed her. It would have been far better than this horrible rape of her body by a crazed man that was as much a stranger to her as Harry Burns had been when he had taken her the same way. The only difference was she felt no rising tide of passion overcoming her body now the way it had before, with her neighbor's husband and the strange thought entered her mind that she had rather Harry Burns had done it to her again than be taken by her own husband rutting like a savage primeval animal above her.
He suddenly quickened his thrusts again and jerked into her as though his body had been taken by a spasm of death. He kneaded and dug her flesh beneath him without being conscious of her cries of pain and humiliation. He wanted to destroy her, destroy this dirty bitch who had so deceived him all these years. His cock expanded and grew inside her until he thought it would burst, burst from the hate and anger that ruled his body now. The pain was long and half-sweet until distant moments later it exploded…
Carol cringed beneath him as she felt the first thin hot spurts of his sperm begin emptying deep into her raw tortured vagina. The dreaded thought that she might get pregnant and not have the faintest idea of which had done it crossed her mind as she felt the warm sticky fluid filling her as Harry Burns sperm had a few minutes before. The twin hot pools mingled evilly together in her quivering belly making her feel more debauched and miserable than she had ever felt in her life.
He crawled from between her legs, a thin trail of sperm trailing from the end of his deflating penis. She lay with her eyes clenched tightly shut, beaten and humiliated on the floor. She made no attempt to move as she heard the sudden harsh sound of his zipper being closed and the last cruel words erupting from his lips.
"You're nothing but a cheating little bitch. And, by God, I'm not going to let you forget it as long as I live."
And then he left the room.
She lay motionless for a long period of time afterwards, unable and not wanting to move. Her legs were still spread wide as he had left them and her loins wet and raw from the dual raping they had just been subjected to. Anyone who wanted to could have come in the room at that moment and dropped down on her and fucked her to their hearts content. She would not have resisted or cared, nothing mattered anymore. Her whole world had exploded cruelly in her face within a matter of the last few hours and the full impact of its awful meaning had not yet penetrated her tortured mind. A few hours ago she was still a faithful and innocent wife who had never had anyone other than her husband and now she lay here with the lewd sperm of two complete strangers, and her husband had been a stranger, lying deep inside the secret recesses of her body.
Oh God, she wished she were dead. She wished they could just come and take her away now and bury her forever so that she would never have to face the horrible, cruel world again. But… she wasn't. She was alive, perhaps barely, but she was alive and would have to make the best of it.
She moved, pulling her limbs together experimentally to see if she could still control them. The pain and ache was horrible and she winced as she pulled herself slowly to the sitting position, pausing there to allow her aching muscles to adjust to the movement before she put her hands on the side of the bed and pulled herself in anguish to a standing position.
She saw herself in the full length mirror and studied with uncaring detachment the bruises and welts that marked her smooth white skin. She reached up and hesitantly touched her breasts, feeling the dull throb from the marks surrounding her tender nipples aching all the way through her chest as though she had been beaten with a horsewhip.
She stood for a moment longer, eyeing her piteous form in the mirror and suddenly understanding with all her being the feeling of the words she had heard spoken so often: "raped and abandoned." Well, she understood exactly what they meant now, pulling herself to the foot of the bed to pick up her clothes. They were still lying in the piteous heap in which they had fallen when Harry Burns or rather, "Stud Burns," she smiled wryly, had stripped her helpless body naked an eternity ago. A picture of those clothes lying there in the disheveled, unorganized pile could tell without another word the whole story of her sudden downfall. The phrase, "one picture is worth a thousand words," ran crazily through her mind.
She struggled slowly into her wrinkled clothing and opened the door, turning at the same time and taking a final look at the room that would live in her mind forever as the symbol of her shame and degradation. The crumpled two one dollar bills lay still on the bed where her husband had thrown them. As an afterthought, she went back inside and picking them up, stuffed them into her purse.
She walked up the stairs and out of the house without seeing anyone. They were all too pre-occupied with other things. The cold air outside refreshed her a little and she was happy to see the lights in her house were not on. She could not face Bob now and thoughts of packing and leaving tonight before he returned flickered quickly through her mind. But she was too exhausted and beaten to care, besides, she could sleep in the other bedroom and lock the door. He would be too drunk and tired himself from whatever he was doing now to give her any more trouble, tonight anyway.
One thing, she resolved to herself, her life was going to be different from now on and she wasn't going to let her husband out of this easily. He was going to pay for all the indignation he had heaped upon her defenseless body and mind tonight, and… he was going to pay dearly.