Fucking with Billy Chapman had not satisfied Veronica at all. She found the small brass key, and with some difficulty, managed to wiggle it into the cuffs and free her wrists. She sat rubbing them for the longest time and trying to think.
Lack of good fucking wasn't all that had gone wrong with her marriage to Grant. That was just a symptom, not the disease. The whole thing had gone sour. She hated their tacky little house, but it was the best they could afford on his salary. She hated their social life… if she could even call it that.
With Grant's hours, it was all but impossible for them to attend normal functions. And he hated parties anyway, except with other cops. "Everybody else is so uptight," he would say. "Some asshole whips out a joint or snorts a little coke and thinks… Oh shit… He's a COP. The real pricks call you a PIG or ask… How many people did you beat up to day? Fuck that. Fuck them all!"
So they exchanged visits with other cops, and Veronica hated that. The men sat around telling war stories. One night, she was trying to eat dinner, and a friend of Grant's talked about nothing but a man he shot the night before with a shotgun full of buckshot. It was enough to make any ordinary person throw up. And she did – right in the middle other dinner plate.
She walked into the bathroom and took a steaming-hot shower. The stinging spray only magnified her feelings of discontent. "I'm entitled to a better life than this," she cried to the empty room.
If only he'd go to work inter father's furniture store, learn the business and then take it over when the old man retired. That would be in three or four years, maybe sooner, if he really caught on and got the hang of things.
They'd have money for a nicer house in a better neighborhood, a new car, maybe even a mink coat for her to wear to all the parties they'd attend. He shouldn't mind that. He'd be a prosperous merchant, not a seedy cop that people either feared or hated, or both.
And she wouldn't have to worry as she had for years that some night an officer would knock to say that he had been killed. He'd already been wounded twice… badly the second time. A small bullet had ripped into his chest, narrowly missing his heart.
Suddenly, Veronica realized that if such a message came tonight – if Grant was gunned dawn and killed in some dark alley, it would be a relief. It would free her to lead a better life. That realization shocked her and made her feel sick.
He was sitting in the back corner booth at a burger place three blocks from Veronica's house. That was his booth. It had B. CHAPMAN carved right in the middle of the table. He was sharing it now with his two best friends, Jason Stern and Lyle Hunsaker. They called Lyle "Hunk" for short. He had the body of a bull moose and the brain of a split pea.
Tanya Mason was also there. Chapman had his arm around her shoulder and his hand resting on her right tit. She was new in town – a runaway, probably. She had never said, and Bill had never asked.
But she was a looker! A redhead with long waves of hair that fell clear to the crack of her ass. Chapman and all the other guys were so hot to fuck her that they could hardly keep their cocks in their pants. But she played hard to get.
Bill decided now it was time to give her a dose of her own medicine. "Guess what I did this afternoon?"
"What?" Jason asked.
"Yeah, what Billy?"
"Don't call me Billy, you fuck head. Bill is all right. Chap is better. But if you ever call me Billy again, I'll break your Goddamn arm. I don't care if you are big as a fucking house!"
"O.K. Bill." Hunk just managed to choke off the y. "What did you do?"
Bill gave Tanya's ripe tit a teasing little squeeze. "You know that cop's wife… Veronica Dunlap?"
"Oh, yeah that's one sexy lady! I don't care if she is damn near old enough to be my mother."
"If your mother had tits like Veronica, I'd fuck her too."
"You didn't," Jason said in a flat, disbelieving voice.
Chap squeezed Tanya's luscious little tit again, harder this time. "Yeah, I did. I fucked her good. If you think she's sexy with her clothes on, you oughtta see her bare-ass naked. Her tits were so big and beautiful, she makes Tanya here look like a stick."
"You bastard!" She squealed and tried to wrench his hand away, but Chap kept a firm grip and squeezed until tears ran from her eyes.
"I thought maybe we'd all go back over there and fuck her again. I tell you, that bitch is hot to trot!"
"All of us?" Hunk asked.
"Sure, why not?"
"What about me?" Tanya was whimpering now.
"Sorry, baby. You had your choice… now you're last week's news. You can jump off a fucking bridge for all I care!"
"You bastard. You stinking cock! I wouldn't fuck you if you had the last prick left on the face of the earth." She ran out sobbing.
"What the shit? Let's go."
"I don't want to mess with any cop's wife. That fucker Dunlap is big, and he's mean."
"And he works the four-to-midnight shift. We've got plenty of time, guys. We can all fuck that wife of his three or four times."
"Hhhhuuuuuyh!" Hunk roared. He didn't get to fuck much. His size and brute strength terrified most girls. A real woman would be different… especially a cop's wife.
"Count me out," Jason said reluctantly. He remembered what that voluptuous bitch looked like, and he'd have given anything to fuck her, but he forced himself to stay out of it. "No way am I gonna mess with her. That fucking Dunlap would kill us all."
"You pinhead… you're dumber than the fucking Hunk. I told you. He ain't gonna he home. If he shows up, I know where there's a gun in the house… I'll blow his ass right off the face of the earth!" He smiled sadistically. "Now that I think about it… I'd like that almost as much as fucking his wife again."
Jason felt scared, but he agreed to go along. They'd all call him chicken if he didn't. And it would be nice to fuck that cop's wife. Shit, for him it would be nice to fuck anybody.
At precisely that moment, Veronica was brushing and curling her long, dark brown hair. She loved the way it gleamed and shimmered like the finest ranch mink. Someday, she told herself, someday I'll wear beautiful and expensive things like that. The very best!
She swept her hair up and back into an elegant coil perched atop her head. Grant liked her hair better down, falling soft, loose and free. But she didn't give a shit what he liked any more. It looked more stylish this way – more like a real lady instead of just a cop's wife.
Veronica put on her nicest dress – one her parents had given her – a clinging black sheath. With it she wore her diamond neckpiece, also a present from her parents. The gleaming jewels sat on a black velvet band that fitted snuggly around her neck.
A glimpse in the long mirror mounted on the back of their bedroom door told her that she looked lovely. Very lovely indeed! Her tits swelled, straining the soft fabric of the clinging dress.
Veronica walked to the front door, humming a little tune. She opened it, about to leave and suddenly the music all gagged in her throat. She swallowed, and the black velvet band seemed to be strangling her. Billy Chapman and his two friends were standing on the porch.
"Billy!" she gasped.
He didn't say a word. His lip curled, his hand shot out, and he slapped her hard across the face. Her head reeled and stars of pain flashed before her eyes.
"Don't call me that."
"Huuunnngh!" She hurled herself against the door with all her strength, trying to force it shut. She was able to get it almost closed, forcing Chapman back.
But then Hunk hit the door like a charging bull. It flew open with such force that the knob inside punched a bole in the plaster wall. Veronica went spinning across the room, wailing a long and twisted cry.
The three barged in and closed the door. Chapman snapped the lock and put on the night chain. Veronica regained her balance and glared, her gaze sweeping toward the closet and the gun she knew was hanging there. Could she make it in time? Probably not…
"What do you want?" she asked, fearful of what the answer might be. She could see it written in their leering grins.
"Pussy," Chap said. "I liked fucking you so much the first time, I thought I'd try a little more."
"That was all a mistake," she blurted.
"Yeh, it was. I never should have left. I should have stayed and fucked you all day, but I just had to tell the guys what a great cunt you've got!"
"Aaaggghh!" Veronica made a lunge toward the closet. It didn't matter that her chances were slim. That was better than no chance at all.
Chap stuck out his foot and tripped her. She stumbled on a few steps, then crashed in a heap on the floor. Her coil of gleaming hair loosened, then spilled around her face. She sobbed and struggled to her feet.
"You bastard. My husband will kill you for this. He'll kill every one of you!"
Jason shrank back against the door. Hunk seemed unaware of the threat. His vacant stare was fixed on the heaving of her large tits. He could see her nipples swollen against the cloth.
"That couch is the shits," Chap said. "But there's gotta be a bedroom down this hall. Hunk, you bring the lady. Jase, check out the garage, and see if you can find some rope."
"Noooo!" Veronica screamed. Hunk grabbed her from behind, mauling her tits. "Hhhuuungh!" She struggled in vain. His bear-hug grip kept her arms pinned.
She tried to remember some of the self-defense tricks Grant had tried to teach her. It had all seemed so silly then. One vision flashed in her mind. She jerked up her right knee and stamped a long spike heel down hard on the middle of Hunk's foot.
His arms went slack, and he bellowed a roar of pain and fury. She slipped out of his grasp and whipped around to face him, snapping up her knee again, driving it into his crotch. What had been a roar turned into a shrill scream of pure agony!
Hunk clutched his mangled balls and sank to his knees. He no longer had the breath or the strength to scream. His whole huge body was engulfed in searing pain that spread from his crotch. Stale, foul-smelling breath hissed from his lips.
The horrified look in his eyes and the twisted knot of anguish that distorted his face did not move Veronica at all. She was in a frenzied, killing rage. She swept her hands apart, cupping them slightly, prepared to slap them over his ears as hard as she could.
Grant had warned that the concussion from such a blow might kill. It wasn't a move to be used lightly, or in fun. But if it killed this hulking sonuvabitch, so much the better! Then she would only have the smaller pair to deal with, and one of them looked scared enough to crap his pants.
Chap whipped around. "Shit!" he grabbed one of her arms as it began a lethal arc toward Hunk's left ear. Jason grabbed the other. Seeing his friend so badly hurt spurred him into action he would not have been capable of before.
"Bastards! Punks!" she raged. They stretched her between them. She kicked one way and then the other, but could not reach either one.
"Hot damn, I love it when they fight!" Chap said. "Think how fucking hot her pussy's gonna be."
Hunk gave a moan and staggered to his feet. He was stroking his groin with one giant hand. "I get her first," he said.
Veronica couldn't believe it. His balls had to be made of made of cast iron. She'd kicked hard enough to kill a grizzly bear, and she'd felt the hard point of her knee connect with tender flesh.
"Sure, Hunk… you deserve it after what she did," Chap said. "And if that cock of yours splits her pussy, Jase and I can always fuck her ass."
"You stupid shits! Grant will cut off your cocks, have them bronzed and use them for paperweights!"
Veronica shivered terribly the moment the words were out. She knew there was a chance that Grant had come to think no more of her than she now did of him – that if he walked in at that moment, he might do nothing but stand and watch.
"Bedroom's this way," Chap said.
He jerked her arm and started her off. Jason followed with her other arm locking in a vise like grip. He hated to think what this bitch might do if she got loose again.
Hunk stayed back to strip off his clothes and stroke his injured cock to full raging strength. Luckily, the size of his monster prick had protected his balls. Otherwise, he'd have been talking with a high voice instead of grunting with savage lust.
"Throw her down on the bed," Chap said. "We'll each hold one arm. I don't think Hunk is in any mood to wait while we hunt up rope."
"I want her ass!" he bellowed from halfway down the hall. "Put her face down!"
Chap shrugged. "Sure, buddy… any way you want to fuck her!"
He went down one side of the bed, Jason on the other. Veronica hit the foot of it and sprawled between them. They each held one of her arms stretched tight, pinning her helplessly with her black-sheathed ass poised over the end of the bed.
Hunk came in grunting, stroking a cock so big and hard that it looked like a rifle stock. "You hurt me," he said.
"I-I-I'm sorry. Very sorry!"
Chap laughed with vicious glee. "Not half as sorry as your ass is going to be!"
Hunk threw up her dress and ripped her panties off. The way they held her pinned face down, Veronica could not turn her head far enough to get a clear view of the hood's enormous, thick-headed cock. It might have been more merciful if she could have seen it. She would have fainted dead away.
As it was, she caught a vague glimpse enough to make her skin crawl. It wasn't just her body he planned to violate. He'd shattered her dreams as well. She felt so poised and so elegant walking out the door. Now she felt so degraded and humiliated. And she sobbed when she thought how viciously she would be fucked.
When Hunk's massive cock head first touched her ass, her mind flashed crazily. She saw the huge stone fireplace in her parents' home. It was Christmas Eve, and her father was bringing in the traditional Yule log. A huge trunk of oak, gnarled and rough-barked.
"Aaaaggohhhh!" she screamed. His cock felt like just such a log, and it was sliding up her ass.
One quick, terrible thrust would have spared her long moments of agony. That's why Hunk took his time, inching his prick in so that she could feel each trembling shock wave of horror.
"Is her ass real tight?" Jason asked.
Hunk nodded, almost in rapture, knowing the pain she must be feeling. "And hot," he confirmed. "Very hot!"
It felt to her like her ass was on fire, like the whole blazing Yule log was being driven up her ass.
"Hhhuuungh!" She came close to passing out. The sound of her agonized moan faded to a whisper of hot breath.
"Give it to her, Hunk. Ram your prick in. I want to hear her scream," Chap said.
"No, please. Aaaggghhh! Shit! Ooooh, you're killing me!"
Jason snickered. "Shit, lady – you don't have even half of his prick in you yet."
Veronica shuddered and tossed her head, and Hunk kept inching his cock in. The tremors he felt came hotter and faster than in any cunt. When he finally bottomed and chafed his rough pad of cock hair on her ass cheeks, she breathed a sigh of relief. The worst was over, or so she thought. She hadn't considered the pain when he really began to fuck.
She could feel each beat of his heart. Pulsing blood made his cock swell and burn against the tube of her ass. He gave a satisfied grunt and began to draw back, smiling when he heard her thankful gasp.
"Hhhuuunnngh!" he drove in with a spearing thrust. This brought a scream loud and shrill enough to rattle the window glass.
"Stuff something in her mouth," Chap said. "We don't want some damn neighbor to call the cops."
Jason grabbed the black silk panties that Hunk had ripped off her ass. He balled them into a wad and stuffed them into her mouth.
Veronica almost gagged on the taste of her own cunt. Fear and excitement had made it drool. She spit out the crumpled silk with a roar.
Jason lurched and stuffed the panties back in.
This time, he peeled off the velvet band around her neck. He jammed the jeweled setting between her lips to keep the gag in place, then he clasped the band behind her head.
She moaned in a muffled voice. She felt the cold little diamonds gleaming between her teeth, and she thought how terrible and disgusting it must look.
Hunk picked up speed and pumped his cock in savage delight. His deep plunging cock became a blur as it drove in and out. Her muffled cries of horror amused him. It sounded like she might choke – choke on the huge cock he loved stabbing into her ass.
Her mind warped from the stinging pain. Each rapid, ass-filling thrust brought new hurt and humiliation. Nerves wracked with torment pulled tighter and tighter and then began to snap, one by one. The pain actually became less when he fucked faster and harder than before. Her ass became numb, a senseless pit. She felt nothing at all.
Then new tremors rocked the base of her brain. A tingle at first, then jangling waves that made her grunt. She was starting to feel pleasure, mild at first, but increasing with each brutal thrust. She would not – could not accept the change. She fought the feeling as long as she could.
Her ass clenched in disgust, which pleased Hunk all the more. He gave a wild cry as steaming pressure swelled in his balls. His cock felt ready to burst from the strain, then it fired a searing jolt.
Veronica's tangled mind went insane. It was pleasure she felt; waves of joyous motion too overpowering to resist. She wrenched her body with one last shudder of disgust, then lifted her ass and rocked it to meet his gushing prick.
His prick was moving faster now, lubricated by hot jism. His cock spread its wet heat from one end of her ass hole to the other. Her whole ass tube rocked and quaked in the throes of orgasm. Her chest swelled, and a roaring cry blasted the gag from her mouth.
"Hhhhhooooooooo cumming!"
Hunk's mind and spitting cock both felt rapture. Veronica felt such an eerie sensation of bliss that she began to sob. The chill of tears streaming down her checks brought her to her senses again. She began to scream, and this time, Jason stuffed her mouth with his cock.