Her mind dulled by the drug, Ruth flattened herself against the door, watching Pico come toward her, naked and ready. His eyes glinted evilly and his lips curled into more of a sneer than a smile. But his face wouldn't hold her gaze. The most threatening part of him stood out boldly from his brown muscular body, and it was there that Ruth finally locked her faintly blurred gaze.
Gasping at the size of his rock-hard cock – it was at least two inches longer and a half inch thicker than the only prick she'd ever seen – Ruth shook her head and let out a tiny moan.
"No… please don't."
He said nothing, just chuckled and came on toward her, his rod swaying stiffly from side to side.
When he stopped in front of her, so close she could feel his hot breath on her face, Ruth looked up at him. Her upper lip trembled. Fear shone in her pleading eyes as his fingers hooked over the neck of her dress.
"No."
He ripped away the front of her dress with one quick jerk, causing her to fall forward. Her tits flattened against his hard chest. His cock pressed into her soft stomach, feeling all hot and hard.
"Oh, my God! No!" She jumped away, turning sideways and cringing against the door.
"Stand up straight. Look at me."
"Go to hell!"
"You shouldn't talk to me that way, rubia."
His voice sounded amused. Ruth hated him all the more for it. "I'd die before I'd give in to you!"
"You are a proud bitch, aren't you? Good. I like your haughty manner. It will make it more pleasurable for me."
"I'll give you no pleasure," Ruth hissed, trying to sound brave but feeling anything but bravery at the moment.
"We'll see. Now stand up straight and look at me."
"No, damn you… NO!"
"Don't curse me. I won't tolerate my women cursing me."
"I'm not your woman. I despise you!"
"That will change shortly," Pico said, then he grunted as he kicked her ass and sent her sprawling face down on the floor.
He stood over her, gloating as she struggled to sit up, sobbing and backing away, the fear so strong in her now that it could almost be smelled. She scooted across the floor, finally backing herself into a corner in her futile attempt to get away from him.
This can't be real! she thought. I'm having a horrible nightmare!
The drug caused everything she perceived to be distorted. The sounds, even her own voice, had an unreal ring. It was impossible for her to focus clearly. The very center of her field of vision was fairly sharp, but the surrounding area was fuzzy, like an out-of-focus movie scene at the beginning of a flashback. Her body felt numb and uncoordinated. Her brain refused to help her. It took in her fear, acknowledged the need to act, but was too sluggish to function properly.
Even the pain in her ass seemed unreal. It was a dull pain, exactly like it belonged in a dream. But she knew it was no dream. Her mind was trying to lie to her. She couldn't let that happen. Too much was at stake. She couldn't let the two-legged animal standing over her and laughing at her have his way. He was real – not a monster in a horrible dream – and he intended to rape her! She had to resist – to prevent it at all costs!
Summoning every bit of strength she could muster, Ruth leaped to her feet and clawed viciously at his handsome face. Through the veil of tears covering her eyes, she saw her fingernails bring ugly red streaks down both sides of his dark face. His smug expression was gone. He yelled, cursed in his native language, slapped her small hands away. She started to laugh crazily, thinking that she'd rebuffed him sufficiently to dampen his lust. Then the breath whooshed from her lungs as his fist buried deep into her guts.
Numb, her insides churning and burning from the force of his blow, Ruth slumped to the floor, a pain-racked groan escaping her open mouth. She lay there piteously, sobbing and desperately gulping for air, her body being jerked ignominiously about as Pico ripped away her slip and bra. She could barely hear him cursing her, and then cursing her panties which refused to tear.
His voice came from high above her. "Take your panties off."
"No!"
"Take them off or I'll kick your teeth out!"
She saw his foot draw back and aim at her face. There was no choice but to do as he demanded. Quickly she rolled to her other side, keeping her back to him as she slipped her panties off and kicked them away.
"Turn over. I want to look at you."
Something deep inside her ached terribly from the brutal blow he'd floored her with, and it was still very difficult for her to breathe. She didn't dare resist him any longer. Her brain, though dull, functioned well enough to know he would stop at nothing to have his way. All her spunk was gone. She detested what was happening, abhorred the thought of him using her body; but she retained enough common sense to rationalize her plight.
Being raped is a horrible thing, she thought, but it isn't nearly as horrible as being beaten to death!
Accepting her fate reluctantly, wanting to get it over with so he'd go away and leave her alone, Ruth shut her eyes and rolled obediently to her back. She could feel his hot gaze moving over her body, and it sent a wave of revulsion through her.
"You are a true blonde… one of the few I've ever seen. I like it. Your bush is quite hairy for a blonde. A very attractive pussy indeed. Spread your legs. Let me see if your lips are as pink as your nipples."
As her mind screamed a silent protest, Ruth spread her legs so he could examine her.
"Wider."
She spread her legs until the cords connecting her thighs to her body stood out tautly – wishing she could faint so she wouldn't be aware of what was happening to her. Then he touched her with his foot, probing into her with his big toe, pulling her open. She fought the reflex to jerk away, knowing if she did it would probably earn her a kick right at her most tender part.
"Yes, a very attractive pussy, all in all. The lips are not as pink as your nipples, but I like them. They should feel nice and tight around me. Why are they so hot and slick, rubia? Do you feel passion already? Perhaps the show you witnessed had this effect on you?"
Oh, good Lord! she thought. What a filthy animal he is!
But she said, "Get it over with. Do what you want and go away. Please get it over with!"
"Ahhh. You do feel desire."
"No! I feel nothing but disgust!" she shouted.
"Don't raise your voice to me again," he said coldly.
The pain inside her was ebbing away. She could breathe normally again. Do I dare? she wondered. I could kick his testicles and maybe stun him long enough to beat him unconscious with that heavy ash tray.
She opened her eyes and looked up at his face. It was too far away. All she could see was a blur. But his big cock was closer, and she saw it clearly. His scrotum, too, hanging between his legs and swaying as he toyed at her clitoris with his big toe.
Stop it. It doesn't feel good. I can't let it feel good!
But it did; and she squirmed reflexively.
Kick his balls, she told herself. Quickly, while there is still time! But I can't… he's standing between my legs and I can't kick him! His balls are big – like his penis. It would really hurt him if I could just get my foot into position to kick them. But I can't. Damn it… I can't get at them!
He bent over her, still standing between her legs and making it impossible for her to kick his vulnerable organs. His fingers bit into her upper arms as he grabbed her roughly and jerked her to her knees. The head of his cock pushed hotly at her tightly clamped lips. Frantic, she turned her head, feeling the clear fluid his passion had caused streak across her soft cheek.
"Kiss it. Kiss my cock."
"I'd rather die!" she wailed.
He snorted, then grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted her, screaming, to her feet, bringing their faces close together. His eyes were angry slits boring into hers. Then he smiled and shoved her toward the bed.
Her legs couldn't move fast enough to keep up with her body. She tumbled to the hard floor and slid part way under the bed before she stopped. He was at her instantly, grabbing her ankle and dragging her from beneath the bed, her tits and palms squeaking on the worn linoleum.
"I'm through toying with you. Get up. Get on the bed."
Ruth struggled to her feet. Trying to stall for time, she asked, "Do you want me to take off my stockings and garter belt?"
He took his cock in one hand and Ruth's left nipple in the other, squeezing both until she was whimpering with pain.
"You're hurting me!"
He twisted her tender pink bud, pulling down as he did, forcing her once again into a kneeling position before him.
"Ohhh… don't! Please don't."
"Kiss my cock or I'll twist your tit off!"
The intense pain in her nipple made Ruth do as he said. She brought her full lips quickly to the blood-engorged head of his cock and kissed it.
"Lick it."
She hesitated; but when he twisted her abused nipple harder, she let her lips part and licked his hot glans. His hand cupped the back of her head and pulled her mouth forward, sending his bulging knob between her teeth and over her rapidly retreating tongue. It bumped the back of her throat, making her gag and choke.
His dick left her mouth as quickly as it had entered. His hands hooked under her arms and lifted her from the floor. Ruth couldn't see anything. Her eyes were full of tears from the awful pain in her tit and the gagging and choking his cock had caused. She felt him toss her into the air, and she gasped at the helpless falling sensation. Then she hit the bed, the mattress sagging with her weight and the springs groaning in protest.
The old bed was still bouncing when Pico leaped on it and covered her body with his. His knees worked between hers, forcing her legs apart.
"Oh, dear God!" Ruth moaned, feeling his hot, hard glans probe at her vulva.
She squirmed in an effort to evade him, sobbing and beating at his shoulders as fast and hard as she could.
"That's it," he panted. "Fight. Fight me, rubia!"
"Animal… you miserable animal," she moaned, raking her fingernails across his back so harshly it hurt her fingers.
"Aargh! Again!"
When she realized her scratching was bringing him more pleasure than pain, she buried her face into the crook of his neck and bit with all her might. His glans pressed into her hairy opening, dilating her, stretching her painfully. She bit him harder.
He screamed, suddenly hunching forward, filling her completely as he lunged in to the very hilt. His heavy balls made a splatting noise as they arched forward and hit into the crack of her ass.
Ruth sucked in her breath raggedly, quivering from head to toe as the searing pain from his brutal thrust raced through her. She knew he'd ripped her apart with his thick cock. The whole room spun dizzily around. She clenched her hands into tight fists, lying beneath him docilely now, biting her lip against the pain in her loins. Her chest heaved as she fought desperately for air. Her eyes clenched firmly shut, she threw back her head and rolled it from side to side, sobbing and gasping.
"Hot," Pico sighed contentedly. "So hot and tight!"
Ruth refused the kiss he tried to give her. She jerked her head to the side and snarled, feeling his mouth cover her ear and his tongue lick wetly inside it. It sent a chill up her spine. She could feel the head of his rod deep inside her belly. Never had Elliott penetrated her so thoroughly. His ass began moving in a tiny circle, causing his glans to flip maddeningly at her cervix.
All too soon her pain was gone. She wished it back, preferring it to the new sensations rushing in to take its place. Wetly, his tongue worked snakelike in her ear, affecting Ruth despite her resolve to ignore it. She tried hard to ignore his tongue, but she couldn't; nor could she ignore the incessant massage his cockhead was giving the mouth of her womb. It was too much for her. Before she realized it she was rolling her hips along with his, rubbing her awakening clitoris at the sharp bone under his pummeling pubic mound.
Stop it! her conscience barked.
But I can't help it… he's raping me, her body protested.
You don't have to like it, her conscience snapped back. Only whores like it! Lie quietly, the way you usually do with Elliott!
"Wha-What are you doing?" Ruth gasped, looking up at Pico's lust-racked face, struggling to keep him from pinning her hands helplessly to the mattress.
He chuckled, easily forcing her arms to the bed on either side of her body and holding them there. "The preliminaries are over. I think you're ready to be fucked now. Give me a good ride, rubia."
She groaned as his cock began thrusting with long, slow strokes. He was right, she knew. She was ready – more ready than she'd ever been in her whole life! But she wouldn't let herself enjoy it. She couldn't permit that! It was unthinkable! A decent woman just couldn't find rape to be a thrilling experience!
"My husband will kill you."
"You scare me," he said, smiling down at her frightened face.
"You'll go to prison. Stop… stop right now and I won't tell my husband or the police."
"That's very kind of you… but no. I won't stop until I've given you a bellyful of my sperm."
His cock was stroking faster now, setting her loins on fire as he plunged deep into her with long, rhythmic movements.
Oh, God, Ruth thought, it is good. I can't help myself. He's so masterful – so big and hard and hot.
Stop it! her conscience demanded.
"I can't," she moaned back.
"I can't!"
"You can't what?"
"Huh?"
"What is it that you can't?"
"Oh good Lord!" she gasped, realizing that she'd spoken aloud, ashamed for forgetting herself, wondering how much she'd said.
She looked up at him. He was smirking down at her, enjoying her confusion and helplessness.
"You bastard!"
He laughed.
With a last effort which she knew wouldn't succeed, Ruth tried to wrench her arms free and force him from her. It only amused him. He held her almost effortlessly, going right on filling her weeping cunt again and again.
"You dirty bastard," she groaned, falling back and giving up her fight.
Like lightning, he released her hand long enough to slap her a stinging blow on the face, then pinned her arm again before she could move it.
"You – you…"
"Consider that a warning. Curse me again and I won't let you off so easy."
Ruth sniffed and blinked her eyes.
He fucked her in silence for more than a minute, the bed creaking and singing raspily. Ruth stared up at him all the while, trying not to let the sensations in her loins get out of hand again. His slap had driven them out and sobered her somewhat, and she wanted to keep it that way. But it was impossible. His big cock made entirely too much friction as it stroked back and forth through her swollen cunt lips. Soon she was responding again, thinking how handsome he really was.
When he lowered his face to kiss her, she didn't turn away. She let him press his surprisingly soft and warm lips to hers as his cock dipped rapidly to the very depths of her vagina. She shut her eyes and closed off her conscience, allowing his tongue to force her lips and teeth apart and enter her mouth.
His tongue tasted strongly of tobacco. Ordinarily she hated even the smell of tobacco. But now, because of the spears of pleasure his plunging cock sent careening through her, she found the taste not at all offensive. She licked back at his invading tongue, letting it fill her mouth until she was moaning softly and sucking it.
"It's getting good to you?"
"No," she lied.
"Oh, you're a stubborn one, rubia."
Then he was kissing her again, more passionately this time, his tongue whipping at hers, teasing it into his mouth. Losing all sense of shame, Ruth stuck her tongue deep into his moist mouth and whimpered softly as he sucked it.
"Ahhh. Now that's better… much better!"
"I hate you," Ruth said weakly, bringing her legs up and locking her ankles over his hunching ass.
"You have a very nice way of showing it."
"Mmm… hate you," she sighed, throwing her pelvis up to him, jerking him into her with her legs.
"Is it good?"
"Uh-huh. Good… oh damn!"
He laughed.
"Turn my arms loose… please!"
"You promise not to scratch?"
"I won't scratch. I want to hold you… please let me hold you."
As soon as he released her hands, Ruth threw her arms around his back and hugged him fiercely. She felt as if she'd lost her mind. But it didn't matter. Nothing in the world mattered except the fantastic feelings churning in her steaming loins. It was so very sinful and wicked, but, Oh God, she thought, is it ever good!
"Darling… oh, darling," she moaned, sliding her damp palms over his back as she kissed him wildly.
Over his shoulder she could see Elliott slumped on the couch. She didn't want to see Elliott at the moment – didn't want to think about him even. She knew she'd hate herself when this wonderful moment was over, but for the present she wanted to enjoy it to the fullest. She shut her eyes to close out her husband as well as the rest of the world. Nothing mattered – nothing but the thrill of Pico's big, sweet cock jabbing so hotly at her.
Clinging to him, sucking his tongue, she moved with him as if they were of one mind. The tempo grew faster and faster as they drew near orgasm. It got better and better. Sweat broke out on Ruth's abdomen, the dampness making slapping sounds as Pico's stomach hit hers with rapid-fire action.
"Ohhhh… oh God!"
"Hunch me, baby. Stay with me."
"Ouuu… ouuu," Ruth crooned, throwing her cunt up to meet his inrushing prick, licking absently at her puffy lips.
"Is it good?" Pico grunted. "Tell me how good!"
"Hooo… oh, Pico! Darling man!"
His hands moved under her and cupped her working buttocks, holding her to him as he ground his pelvis harshly against hers. The head of his cock stirred her guts delightfully, sending waves of pure pleasure washing out to every nerve in her body.
"Wonderful!" she shrieked, unlocking her ankles and letting her legs fall to the bed, digging her heels into the mattress and grinding her pelvis at him. "Big cock… oh, what a big, sweet cock!"
Pico let his body fall on hers, his chest mashing her tits flat as he jarred her intestines with his fully inserted cock. He grunted and groaned, then sucked in his breath and bit the side of her neck.
His teeth were sharp, causing her a great deal of pain as he chewed her flesh and made little animalistic sounds in his throat. She whimpered mournfully, writhing beneath him, still grinding her cunt at him as she grabbed the tensed cheeks of his ass. Her fingernails dug into his buttocks. She jerked at him frantically. His cock was twitching and throbbing inside her seething cunt, his nuts drawing up tight against his body. Nothing had ever felt better to her. She knew he was hanging on the verge of orgasm, just as she herself was. She wanted him to cum – wanted desperately to feel his thick cock jerking deep inside her belly.
"Come, darling! Come, come, come!!"
His hands moved up her back, his fingers hooking over her shoulders and pulling her clitoris down roughly against the top of his dick.
"Mmmm… mmm!"
"Rubia!"
"I'm ready! Shoot it… oh, shoot it!"
He grunted, mashed her ass deep into the mattress and held her there, his cock jerking wildly.
"Ohhh," she moaned. "Oh, shit!"
She pulled her legs up until her feet were almost to ass level and her soles were flat on the mattress. Using the strength of her leg muscles, she pushed up, lifting her ass from the bed, holding there, supporting his body with her upthrust pelvis. She shuddered from head to toe as the first jet of hot sperm blew from his dancing cockhead and washed over the mouth of her convulsing womb.
Then every ounce of strength left her as her own orgasm burst within her loins. It was a blinding flash of unbearable joy. She screamed shrilly, falling back to the bed, her body twitching and jerking as he shot jet after jet of his copious load into her. Her hands held tremblingly to his hard butt, keeping his spurting glans pulled snugly into her sensitive cervix, every nerve in her sweat-soaked body thrilling as his hot cum sprayed into her. Her legs flailed weakly.
She sobbed brokenly through it all, then lay exhausted and spread-eagled as he pulled out and got off the bed.
A mass of cum oozed from her stretched pussy and trickled warmly down the crack of her quivering ass. Ruth shut her eyes, feeling disgust rise within her now that the heat of her insane lust was past. She felt soiled, totally unworthy of her decent husband and her position in life. A sick feeling swept over her as she realized nothing would ever be the same again. Poor Elliott, she thought. He must never know. How could I have responded to that animal? How can I live with the knowledge of my sin? Dear God… help me… help me bear the heavy burden of this wicked night!
A hand was on her shoulder, shaking her, a voice calling as if from a distance. "Wake up, rubia."
Ruth opened her eyes. Pico's smug face loomed above her. "What are you doing still here? How long have I slept?"
"About fifteen minutes is all. You know, you're not a bad fuck… for a gringa, that is."
"Drop dead! Go away. You got what you wanted… now go away and leave me alone!"
"I am going away. It's time for me to return to Panama."
"Good. Have a rotten trip!"
"Don't wish me any bad luck. You're going with me."
"You're out of your mind. I wouldn't go to a dog fight with you."
"I'm not asking you to go. I'm taking you."
"What?"
"You are going to be one of my women… and a special one, at that."
"Wha… wha-what are you talking about?"
"You're a whore now, rubia. My whore. You liked my cock so well that I've decided to take you to Panama and put you in my whorehouse. You'll get lots of cock there… miles and miles of it."
"You're insane," Ruth gasped, sitting up and cringing away, seeing the others for the first time. "Oh my God!"
Faustina and the Negro were sitting on the couch beside Elliott, who was still unconscious. Both of them were smiling at her. Carlos stood just inside the door, looking quite pale and nervous, his sheepish eyes refusing to meet her gaze. Ruth tried to cover her breasts and cunt with her hands.
"Here. Put this on," Pico said, tossing a faded old dressing gown at her.
She slipped it on, buttoning what buttons where left intact with shaking fingers. "I'm not going anywhere with you! Get out of here! All of you!"
Pico grabbed her hair and dragged her across the bed. He slapped her hard, backhanded her, kept it up until she was crying and sniveling and docile.
"You'll do as I say, puta! I am your master now. The sooner you accept that fact the better off you'll be!"
"I'd rather die," Ruth sobbed. "Oh, God… I'd rather die!"
"That can be arranged," Pico said coldly, reaching into his pocket, coming out with a wicked-looking switchblade and snapping it open. He pressed the knife blade threateningly against Ruth's throat. "Decide!"
"Oh, dear God!"
Carlos gasped. His mouth dropped open. He started toward the bed, then stopped and turned his back.
"Well?" Pico demanded. "Which is it, rubia? You may live and be my whore, or I'll slit your throat… if that's what you really want. Decide!"
"I don't want to die," she begged, her large eyes pleading up at him. "Don't hurt me… please don't cut me!"
"Then you choose to be my whore?"
The sharp edge of the knife blade pressed at her skin. There was no time for indecision. Any life, even that of a whore, was better than no life. Ruth gulped, nodding her head carefully, shutting her eyes, feeling the scalding-hot tears of humiliation stream down her cheeks.
"Say it. Tell me!"
"Your whore," she gasped. "I'll be your whore."
Instantly the knife left her throat. "A wise choice," Pico said calmly, shutting the knife and putting it back into his pocket.
"There was no choice," she moaned. "And you know it."
He laughed, extending his hand and helping her from the bed. "Come, meet my sister and Jose. Faustina… Jose… this is rubia our new puta."
Jose and Faustina nodded, both of them looking her up and down but saying nothing. Ruth cringed at the gleam in Faustina's dark-brown eyes. They shone with interest, glinted with cruelty. Jose was very black and big, a giant Negro with an Afro haircut which made his head appear twice as big as it really was. He was all muscle, his turtleneck shirt clinging to his tapering torso like a second skin.
"Jose is a mute. He understands only Spanish but can't speak or write. He is my personal body guard. Strong as a bull, that one is… with a cock like a mule!"
"You're very beautiful," Faustina said.
Ruth shivered. "Thank you."
"As beautiful as this delicate morsel," Faustina went on, holding up a snapshot. "In a more mature sort of way, of course."
Ruth felt the room do a double flip-flop. "That's my daughter," she blurted. "Where did you get that picture?"
The evil smile swept back over Faustina's face, and Ruth knew she'd made a terrible mistake. She saw Elliott's wallet on the cushion beside Faustina. "Paula's at home," she said quickly. "In Tulsa."
"You lie, puta," Faustina taunted.
"No. No, I didn't. Paula's at home… going to summer school. She couldn't come with us because she had to make up a subject."
"I'll take the wheep to you if you're lying to Faustina," she said happily.
"Enough," Pico barked. "We must go."
"My car is waiting at the back," Carlos said, his voice breaking. "I got rid of their taxi driver… like you said."
"Bueno. This will extend your time to six months, Carlos," Pico said. Then he turned to Jose. "Carry the man out to the car. Carlos will drive up to the airport."
Jose picked Elliott up as easily as if he were a child, carrying him in his arms and following Carlos into the hall.
"Come, rubia," Faustina ordered, dangling the key to their motel room before Ruth's face. "We will stop for your clothing… and see if you were lying to me."