The sex-ravaged young housewife fell into a numbed sleep shortly after the exhausting orgasm she experienced from Art's brutal assault, and did not revive until the bright morning sunlight came pouring through her bedroom window next morning. As her eyes fluttered open and she gradually became more awake, she suddenly remembered, with a fearful shudder that tore through her white naked body, all that had happened the night before. Yet she was alone on the bed, and at first she wondered if the incredible incident hadn't been some sort of terrifying nightmare. Perhaps she had fallen asleep and imagined the whole thing. But as her mind became more alert, she heard noises in the kitchen on the floor below and knew instinctively that what had happened was no cruel dream. It was real… horribly real.
She sat up in bed, nervously clutching the sheet around her abused young form and glanced around the room. The daring black lace nightie she had put on so impulsively lay in a crumpled heap next to the bed, and the sheets were disheveled where her young tormentor had spent the night sprawled out next to her.
Oh God, she thought miserably for what seemed like the hundredth time, why is this happening to me?
She desperately wished she could somehow contact Tim and tell him what was happening, but she knew that was impossible. Art was no fool, even if it was apparent that he was somehow mentally unbalanced, and Susan knew he would keep a sharp eye on her to make sure she wouldn't try calling for help. At the same time, she remembered that Tim had promised to call that afternoon – maybe she could somehow let him know she was in trouble. Maybe the strike was over and he was already flying home to her. These thoughts gave her a shred of courage and hope, enough at least to face her tormentor again, and she threw the sheet aside and got out of bed.
Within a few minutes she had washed and dressed herself in the most demure housedress she could find, determined not to wear anything remotely seductive in the hope of keeping her young assailant at bay. Yet, despite her revulsion and hatred for Art, she was also aware that something had happened to her last night that was undeniably exciting. For the first time in her young life she had experienced not only the titillating pleasures of the body, but also her first full orgasm – not only one, but several, each more overwhelming than the last. It troubled her deeply that such an incredible awakening should happen to her under such humiliating circumstances. How was it possible that she could experience something so wonderful at the hands of a degenerate sadist? Was life such an unfathomable paradox that it allowed her an extraordinary breakthrough only under the most shameful of situations?
She paused as she reached the bedroom door, her mind once more a maze of conflicting emotions, hesitant to go downstairs and face the cruel young drifter. But she knew there was no choice, and, squaring her shoulders with determination, she went out into the hall and descended the stairs. She was surprised to detect the familiar smells of breakfast cooking. The delicious aroma of fresh coffee permeated the house, and the crackling sounds she heard could only be bacon sizzling on the griddle. Reaching the entrance to the kitchen she stopped short, her mouth hanging open in astonishment, at the sight that greeted her eyes.
Art was seated at the kitchen table, stark naked, sipping coffee and devouring a huge plate of eggs, potatoes and bacon, and at the stove, also stark naked, save for a short apron tied around her waist, was a young girl, a complete stranger!
"Hi, baby," Art remarked with a sneer as he glanced up at the wide-eyed young wife. "This here's Tanya, my girl friend. I brought her back with me last night."
"Hiya honey," the girl said casually, as she lifted some bacon from the pan with a fork.
Tanya was a tall girl, nearly five-seven, with a voluptuous figure, and a pretty heavily made-up face topped by a huge bouffant of platinum blonde hair. Her fully curved young body was tanned from the sun and shone with a coppery gleam. Her ripely rounded breasts were enormous and thrust out like two huge fleshy spheres coming to sharp points where they poked against the material of the top part of the apron. Her waist was narrow where it gave way to the swelling bloom of her hips. She seemed completely at ease, as if she had lived in Susan's house all her life, and went on with her cooking as if nothing at all unusual were happening.
"Hungry, sweetie?" she asked the young wife, who stood at the entrance to the kitchen as if paralyzed. "I can cook up some eggs real fast."
"Sure she's hungry," Art remarked with a snicker, "after all the fucking I threw into her last night."
Susan blushed with shame at his remark, although Tanya giggled like a little girl and gave the degraded young wife a knowing wink.
"I'm… I'm not hungry," Susan said weakly. "Maybe… some coffee."
"Sure, coffee's on the table," the statuesque blonde said.
The young wife began to move hesitantly toward the kitchen table, where Art sat staring at her mischievously.
"Why don't you take those clothes off first, baby," he said, his eyes glittering darkly, "like the rest of us. It's too hot to wear clothes."
"I… I don't think so…" Susan answered, instinctively clutching at the top button of her housedress.
"I said take your clothes off," Art snapped, his voice taking on a menacing tone. "Right now!"
"Better do as he says, sweetie," the blonde girl said. "It ain't good to sass Art. Hell, one time I wouldn't do as he said and he damn near whipped me senseless."
"Yeah, but you enjoyed it, didn't you, cunt?" the drifter said.
"Course I enjoyed it honey," she replied. "I always do, don't I?"
"Sure, baby, that's why I love you so much." He turned once again toward the visibly shaking form of the young wife. "So strip, bitch, or do I have to teach you the hard way?"
Susan knew she had no choice but to obey her cruel young master, and with trembling fingers she began to unbutton the front of her housedress. Both Art and Tanya stared with lascivious interest as the young wife slowly removed first her dress and then her undergarments, until finally her petite young frame was completely naked. Folding her clothes carefully, Susan placed them on a kitchen chair and then walked to the table, her gleaming white skin tinged with pink from embarrassment as the other two continued to ogle her lustily.
"Well, you sure weren't just whistlin' Dixie when you said she was cute, Art," Tanya chirped. "Why sweetie you got a figure that must be tasty as a Georgia peach!"
Trying to ignore the others, Susan sat down with as much modesty as possible in the situation, and poured a cup of coffee. As she sipped the hot liquid, her mind came fully awake and she glanced around the kitchen. She was shocked to realize that the place was a mess. Cracked egg shells lay scattered everywhere. Papers, broken cups, coffee grounds, and garbage had been strewn throughout the carefully decorated room as if rowdy children had been suddenly turned loose. A surge of anger flashed through her brain as she realized how thoughtlessly they had gone through the place, invading the privacy of her home, and turning the kitchen, at least, into a pigsty. The young wife always prided herself on the orderliness of her surroundings, and she was surprised to find herself growing furious at the intruders not only for the sexual degradation that had been forced upon her, but also for the rudeness they displayed toward her environment.
Funny, she thought to herself, I'm almost more unhappy about what they've done to my kitchen than what they've done to me.
"How ya feelin' this mornin' baby?" Art inquired with a smirk.
"All… all right," Susan replied. Although she hadn't thought about it until now, she realized that despite the fact that her mind was torn with anxiety, her body felt refreshed and rested, as if the carnal side of her nature had been quite satisfied by the moral outrage she had suffered. The only unpleasant reminder of the obscene debauch she had been subjected to was a faintly gnawing ache she felt in her vaginal area. And yet even this was not physically uncomfortable or distressing.
"Ready for more?" Art queried.
"More? What do you mean?" The young wife set her coffee cup down abruptly, wondering what further torment the darkly handsome drifter had in mind for her. Wasn't it enough that he had ravaged her mercilessly in her own bedroom, and that he and his vulgar girlfriend had made a wreckage of her kitchen? Why didn't he just go away and leave her alone?
"You don't think last night was it, do you?" Art went on as Tanya sat beside him and began to wolf down a huge breakfast. "Hell, this weekend's only just started! Ain't that right, Tanya?"
"Sure, doll, anything you say. Just let me finish this food, okay? Then we can do anything you want."
Suddenly Art appeared to be seized with rage, and he grabbed the plate of food away from the startled blonde girl and hurled it angrily against the wall. The plate shattered instantly, and eggs, potatoes and bacon flew in every direction adding to the general chaos in the room. Susan bit her lip to keep from crying out in fury. How dare he do such a thing?
"I don't like to have my orders disobeyed, cunt," Art snarled to his pouting girlfriend. "You do as I say, understand, whenever I want. And right now I want to get my prick stirred up a little. Hell, I been up for two hours and I ain't had a hard-on yet. Now let's get goin'."
"Well, what do you want me to do, Art? I mean, gee, don't get so mad. I didn't know what was goin' on in your head."
"Well, now you do. How about lickin' out Susie's cunt? After all that finger-fuckin' and cock-fuckin' she must be all sore down there. How about it?"
"Why sure, Art, I'd be glad to."
She glanced with a broad smile at Susan, who sat as if frozen in her chair. Art was asking his girlfriend to… to make love to her! The young wife was totally shocked by the idea, unable to believe that he could possibly be demanding such a thing. Nothing was more shameful to her than the idea of two women having sexual contact. After all, it was something only discussed in whispers behind closed doors. In fact, she had often thought that such things actually never happened, that they were only dirty stories made up by sick people to amuse their corrupt minds. But now… her young captor was actually ordering his voluptuous blonde girlfriend to… to make love to her! An icy shiver of shame rippled through her naked young body.
Tanya, on the other hand, took Art's command with no noticeable trace of concern. Now eighteen, she had been involved in just about every kind of sexual scene imaginable since she had run away from her rural Virginia home at the age of fourteen. The curvaceous blonde had shacked up with one man after another in order to keep herself fed, finding that her extraordinary face and figure were all she needed to get by. When she had run into Art, strictly by chance in a diner in Kansas, she had been living with a middle-aged businessman and his wife as their sexual mascot and was tired of it. Art offered her a few months of traveling, and she grabbed the chance.
Although her boyfriend was strange and often required her to perform bizarre sexual practices whenever the fancy struck him, she found him vastly preferable to others she had known and liked the excitement that surrounded her when she was with him. Making love to men, women, anything, didn't bother her in the slightest. It was all the same, and she enjoyed just about all of it. In fact, she actually relished the idea of sexual intimacy with the obviously terrified young wife, for she found Susan quite attractive in a wholesome way. Indeed, the young wife's compact young body had aroused her from the minute she had come into the kitchen.
"Now let's have a little action, okay?" Art said.
"Where, honey pie? The living room?" Tanya asked.
"Hell no, right here," he replied. Rising, he suddenly swept his arm across the huge, circular kitchen table, instantly clearing it of cups, plates and food by sending them crashing to the floor in a heap of shattered china and garbage.
"Okay Susie, get up on the table. Seems like a good strong table to me. It should hold both of you real nice. Climb up, bitch."
The captive brunette went cold with terror as she realized that Art wanted her to climb onto the kitchen table, the old oak table that she and Tim had found in a country roadside antique store, and lie there completely naked on her back. He must be insane, she realized inwardly, completely insane! But she had to obey him, no matter how she felt. Forcing herself to comply, she rose meekly from her chair and climbed awkwardly up onto the solid wood table.
"Good, that's real good," her young captor said as she lay back, tense and anxious, on the tabletop. "But spread your legs, so Tanya can see what a real nice cunt you got."
Susan shut her eyes as a wave of utter humiliation shivered through her prostrate form. Slowly, she spread her legs wide as Tanya rose from her chair and sauntered around so that she could see the exposed pink flesh of the young housewife's reluctantly proffered vaginal slit.
"Ain't that a nice one?" Art asked, his eyes bulging with anticipation as his long thick penis stirred lurchingly to life.
"Real nice, yeah. You got a nice pussy, you know that?"
Susan couldn't believe the lewd obscenity of the two of them. They were examining her as if she were a piece of meat in a butcher shop. She wanted to scream in anger and terror, but she knew also that Art was dangerous, really dangerous, and that to do such a thing would be to put her life in peril. And so she struggled to suppress her feelings and accept numbly whatever degradation they wanted to inflict on her.
"Now, get on up there, Tanya, and give me a good show, 'cause I want to jerk off."
Smiling slyly, Tanya eased her lush jiggling body up onto the table until she was kneeling between Susan's tensely parted legs. Her eyes were riveted to the faintly pulsing split of pink flesh nestled in the young wife's hair-fringed pubic triangle, and little tingles of warm anticipation fluttered over the blonde's crouched body as she lowered her head down to the warm perfumed furrow of the brunette's cuntal area. She flicked her moistly searching tongue out experimentally and dabbed at the fluted folds of vaginal flesh. Susan's body jerked involuntarily at the contact of the blonde girl's snake-like probe with her fearfully quivering slit, and her hands clenched into two tight fists held rigid at her sides as she sought desperately to keep from screaming in torment.
Tanya ran her licking tongue up and down the full length of the exposed crevice, while her hands gripped the firm flesh of the young wife's white curving hips. Her own handsomely endowed body was responding with lewd excitement as she lapped hungrily at Susan's vaginal lips. The blonde's cuntal interior began to glow with a pleasant warmth, and the nerve endings all over her skin pulsed in lurid anticipation. She increased the fervor of her oral manipulations, gliding her wet extended tongue up and down, up and down, savoring the distinctly feminine aroma that wafted up into her nostrils.
Soon she found the bud of the young wife's clitoris, pulsing softly with involuntary arousal at the voluptuous blonde's artful tonguing. She began to massage it lewdly with her lips, teeth and tongue, finding just the right sensitive spot that she knew would provoke waves of lusty pleasure, even though the reluctant brunette was obviously struggling to resist. Sucking greedily at the little penis-like protrusion, she let her hands move adventurously upwards, sliding over the young housewife's smooth white skin until they came to rest on the heaving mounds of her ample breasts. Continuing to suck voraciously at Susan's clitoris, she now began to squeeze and stroke her breasts as well.
The obscenely splayed young wife was shocked to find that once more her body was reacting totally against her will! Her clitoris had come quiveringly erect thanks to Tanya's deft licking, and it throbbed with steadily mounting passion. Her breasts, growing more stimulated by the minute under the gentle kneading of the blonde's hands, began to palpitate lewdly, straining with excitement while the nipples hardened to the texture of thick rubber. Little waves of perverse pleasure began to wind through Susan's body, despite her fearful determination to remain as detached as possible from the humiliating degradation. Just as she had found herself, the night before, transported by Art's brutal assault to a netherworld of unbridled sensuality, so she now discovered that her newly-awakened body was once again anxious to explore new realms of abandonment under the guidance of Tanya's torrid seduction. She couldn't let herself surrender, she couldn't. How could she face anyone again once she had submitted to the passionate advances of another woman? She would be breaking every known social taboo, and it didn't help to remind herself that she had been forced into it! She had to maintain her pride, didn't she? Her self-esteem? What would be left after this?
Yet even as she thought these things, a steadily mounting blast of forbidden pleasure was churning in her hopelessly excited loins. The tide of unaccustomed thrills that had swept her away the night before began once more to swell in her abused young body. Tanya's tongue was sucking madly at Susan's clitoris and sending bursts of throbbing warmth through the debased brunette's hotly pulsing cuntal interior. She could feel herself growing moist, even though it was the last thing in the world she wanted. It was as if her wildly responding young body were demanding that she surrender now, that she let herself react and even return the obscene attentions that the big blonde was lavishing on her. Without realizing what she was doing, her hands suddenly fluttered down to stroke the thick mass of Tanya's teased hair.
"Oh heaven forgive me, "she murmured as she realized she was once more being drawn helplessly into a whirlpool of depravity, "forgive me for what I'm doing."
Meanwhile, Art stood nearby, his eyes bulging lustfully as he stared intently at the sight of his beautiful blonde girl friend enthusiastically tongue-fucking the frightened young housewife. Nothing excited him more than the sight of two luscious babes wriggling together in mutual female ardor, and his enormous cock was stiffened to the limit, straining like a red-hot shaft of tubular steel as it jutted forward from the matted tangle of his dark brown pubic hair. He reached down and grasped the swollen rod with his hand and began to jerk its aching hardness smoothly up and down while his huge hairy testicles bounced lewdly beneath.
"Suck her good, Tanya," he growled excitedly as he pulled at his painfully erect cock, "suck her till she can't see straight."
Suddenly Tanya darted her wet questing tongue into the tightly clasped entrance to Susan's passion-wracked cunt.
"Ooooohhhhhh," the hotly aroused young wife found herself crying out as she experienced, for the first time, the maddening thrill of another female's obscenely exploring tongue in her love-hungry cunt. Tanya flicked the darting tip into her flaring vaginal depths, causing jolting flashes of luxurious pleasure to surge through the housewife's involuntarily writhing body as the blonde girl's serpentine tongue slid along the wet walls of her fevered pussy.
Finally, too overwhelmed with blind passion to resist any more, Susan surrendered with a deep sigh of animal lust, and gave herself fully to Tanya's greedy probing, opening her legs wide, pulling her knees up, giving full access to her wildly throbbing vagina. She no longer cared that she was being shamelessly tongue-fucked by the wanton young girl friend of her sadistic captor, or that Art himself was watching the perverted spectacle with bulging eyes. She had no choice but to submit, for the torrent of febrile excitement was too strong, too overwhelming to be held back by her passion-distorted mental protests. No, it didn't matter any more. The only thing that counted to her now was losing herself completely in the rising euphoria of delicious sensuality that billowed around her like an engulfing fog.
Tanya pressed her skillful little tongue even deeper into the fluted wet pussy flesh, ramming it far into the quivering vaginal cavern, whirling and rotating her stiffened oral member with intoxicating speed while Susan ground her heated trembling flesh upward into the blonde girl's face and fought back a shrill scream of ecstasy as the full force of her newly unleashed eroticism once more took full possession of her mind and body.
"Mmmmmmnnnnnnn" Tanya mewled, her hunched young body bathed in extraordinary waves of shamelessly rippling lust as she feasted on the young wife's perfumed cuntal flesh.
Suddenly Art, who had begun to increase the rhythm of his self-gratification to a frenzied tempo, called new instructions to his two female. love-slaves.
"Swing around, Tanya, so Susan can suck you off too!"
Immediately the blonde girl backed away from Susan's wetly palpitating pussy and quickly swung her body around, positioning her throbbing hot cunt directly over the abused young brunette's mouth so that they could share their mutual excitement. Then, supported on her elbows, she bent down and continued to lick voraciously at the warm succulent slit below.
At first Susan was frozen with shock as she realized what was demanded of her now. It was one thing to passively submit to another woman's oral ministrations while she was helpless to resist her intensely awakened body responses, but this! To actually put her mouth and tongue on Tanya's naked vagina, now hovering over her face menacingly, was beyond her comprehension. This was too much. She couldn't do it.
"Go ON!" Art shouted, pumping wildly at his thickly swollen penis, "Get your hot little tongue into Tanya's pussy!Now! Or I'll wrap my fists around your face!"
Closing her eyes, and fighting back the resurgence of shame, Susan opened her mouth and timidly pushed out her tongue as Tanya lowered her moist eager cunt onto her face. At first the young bride recoiled from the slightly tart, feminine love juices she tasted as her tongue nervously probed at the hotly throbbing flesh of the blonde girl's vaginal lips. But soon her former compelling desire returned, recharged now by Tanya's tormenting little tongue fucking so wantonly in and out of her wet cuntal depths. Shyly she began to explore the warm quivering furrow, rimming her tongue around the delicate strands of pubic hair lining the soft pink cleft. Finding the gently pulsing clitoris, she brushed her tongue lightly over it and was startled to feel the little bud respond eagerly as it hardened with excitement.
"Nnnngggggnnnnn," Tanya mewled as Tim's inexperienced bride nervously continued to lick her lustily throbbing clitoris. The blonde girl increased her own activity, plunging her stiffened tongue fervently in and out of the hot convulsing folds of cuntal flesh beneath her face.
Aroused now beyond all control, Susan broke through the last remaining shreds of her resistance and began enthusiastically ramming her wet little tongue deep into Tanya's heated vaginal interior.
The sadistic young drifter watched lasciviously as the two sensual young females gyrated their gleaming young bodies against each other, their hungry mouths crushed against each other's passionately throbbing cunts as they moaned and writhed in lewd delight.
"Oh yeah," Art cried, jerking wildly at his heavily bloated cock, "Suck off, you fuckin' little bitches, suck off!"
Susan was submerged now in a sea of swirling ecstasy as she drove her tongue upward into Tanya's moistly clasping cunt, greedily exploring every inch of that succulent interior. The blonde moaned in sheer savage delight as her heatedly pulsing cuntal walls began to expand and contract with increased intensity as hot flashes of excruciating pleasure jolted through her wantonly twisting young body. She knew her climax was not far off now, and she redoubled her efforts by plunging her lewdly darting tongue deep into Susan's wet clutching vaginal depths.
"Ooommmmmnnngggghhhhh!!" the desire-crazed young wife mewled, as she frantically undulated her white gleaming body up and down on the smooth oak table, her cuntal interior ablaze with uncontrollable lust. She felt as if she were sinking into a pool of hot velvety softness, threatened by an impending tidal wave of unbearable pleasure. She was cumming… oh yes, cumming again with a great rush of sweet aching happiness!
Both Susan and Tanya were transported on an incredible vortex of wildly heaving orgasm as wave after wave of heated delight consumed them. Moaning steadily in the crescendo of mutual orgasm, they drove their madly licking tongues in obscene abandon far up each other's wet frothing vaginas.
"Cum, you filthy cunts," Art cried maniacally as he frantically pumped his cock, "Ffffffffuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkk! Fuuuucccckkkkkkk!!!!!" Suddenly he reached his own pinnacle of excitement and shot forth a jet of thick scalding sperm from the hotly swollen head of his hand-jerked penis. An endless stream of squirting whiteness arched out from his lurching rod of flesh and splashed down onto the kitchen floor, forming gleaming pools amid the broken dishes and bits of food.
The seething climax seemed to go on forever, and Susan let herself be borne along, a willing victim to the torrential thrills that wracked her body and mind. Soon however, Tanya pulled away from her, breathing heavily, and sat back on her haunches.
"Oh my," she sighed luxuriously, "that sure was nice."
"Yeah, you girls did real good," Art chimed in. "Susie, you're doin' okay for a late bloomer."
The ravished young wife was unable to reply, for her brain was still reeling from the force of her shattering climax. She was roused from her stupor only when she heard the shattering of more china as Art threw the dishes that had been sitting in the sink onto the floor so that he could wash his sweaty passion-drenched body.