The night of the swim meet finally arrived. It had been the night Marilyn had been looking forward to with longing and apprehension. She wanted to win. She wanted to win more than she had ever wanted anything.
She had never thought about it before, but winning was like a sexual release for her. When the applause started it was wonderful.
Carol Thompson patted her on the shoulder as they were dressing. "Good luck," she said.
"I'll need it," Marilyn said.
"Not you," Carol said. "Poor Leslie's practically foaming at the mouth she's so jealous of you."
"Jealous of me?" Marilyn asked.
"Sure," Carol said. "You know that Leslie wanted to be the number one swimmer. She wanted it badly but she doesn't have a chance as long as you're swimming."
"But why would she want it so badly?" Marilyn asked.
"I don't know," Carol said. "I think it's got something to do with Brian liking athletic girls."
Carol's name was called over the loudspeaker and that meant her trial was coming up. She gave Marilyn a wave of her hand and left her alone in the dressing room.
Marilyn watched her go with a warm flush. So Brian liked athletic girls. Well she was an athletic girl and there wasn't much doubt that she would win the trials. Maybe that would make Brian notice her. At least he would be there. A boy like Brian wouldn't miss even the girls' swim meet.
She tugged her swim suit into place and put her cap on. She would be the last one to enter. All of the other girls were already out there waiting their turns. Marilyn was to participate in the last three races.
She was suddenly aware of someone in the room with her. It gave her a strange feeling and she turned around quickly.
Officer Drew stood there. This time he wasn't in the uniform of a policeman, but in civilian clothes. He looked fatter in civilian clothes.
"Hey there," he said.
"What are you doing here," she asked. "This is the girls' dressing room."
"That's true," Officer Drew said. "But then, I knew there wasn't nobody in here but you and you ain't got nothing I ain't seen before."
"I've got to go," Marilyn said.
He blocked her way. "I want to talk to you," he said.
"I do have to go," she insisted.
"Not before we have our little talk," Officer Drew said. "I want to ask you a favor."
"A favor?" she asked. "What kind of favor?"
"I don't want you to swim today," Officer Drew said. "I want you to hurt your foot or something."
She stared at him in horror, searching his face for some sign that this might be some sort of ugly practical joke. It wasn't. He had the same broad grin on his face that he'd worn the night he had raped her.
"You must be kidding," she said.
She tried to bluff her way past him but he caught her arm and pushed her back. She tried to slap his face, but he caught her hand easily and all of her courage and anger drained away from her.
She started feeling weak.
"You won't swim today," he said.
"But why?" she asked. "Why don't you want me to swim? I'm a good swimmer."
"You are," he said. "Too good. You're better than my Leslie."
She understood them. If she didn't go out there, or if she pretended to be hurt, then Leslie would have to take her place. Leslie was a good swimmer. Leslie had a chance to win, though it wasn't as good a chance as Marilyn had. But if Leslie won, then she would have no more trouble getting Brian to be her permanent boyfriend.
"Don't do this to me," she said. "I want to race today. Please let me."
"Nah," he said. "You don't really want to race. You and I both know what you like to do."
She was aware of what the look in his eyes meant. She backed away from him but she was aware also that there was no place she could go.
"I'll just lock the door," Officer Drew said. "Then we'll wait until the trials are over. Maybe we can find something to do until then. You look real good in that swim suit. Real good."
She ran. She had suddenly remembered the door, a very small door tucked away at the other corner of the dressing room. Nobody ever used it and it stayed locked from the inside most of the time. It emptied out into the parking lot but she might make it.
Officer Drew had turned his back and was locking the dressing room door. He yelled for her to stop as he turned back again.
She didn't stop. She was running for her life. She ran into the long hall that led from the dressing room to the showers. She got there ahead of him. She pushed against the door and it wouldn't open. She stood there sobbing and beating her hands against it.
"That won't do any good," Officer Drew said. He was angry and he was breathing hard. She turned with her back toward the door and held up her hands like she would try to claw him if he came near her.
"Yes sir," he said. He didn't move any nearer to her. "You look might pretty in that swim suit. You know, I really didn't get a good look at you the other night when I was fucking you. I didn't get a good look at all."
"Leave me alone," she said.
"I wonder what you'd look like in the shower," he said. "I bet you'd be a pretty thing in the shower. I used to like to watch my wife in the shower before she got too fat and ugly."
"Please leave me alone," Marilyn said.
"Why don't you take a shower for me?" he said. "Make it easy on yourself."
"I'll scratch your eyes out," she said.
"No you won't," he said. "You're not brave enough to do that. Besides, you know you only live to get a big fat cock."
Marilyn heard her name called on the loudspeaker. A moment later it was called again. They stood like that for five more minutes and then her name was called a third time.
"They'll come looking for me," Marilyn said.
"I thought of that," he shrugged. "But I don't think they'll have time to look for you. They wouldn't want to be late and lose points. My daughter's right out there and ready to swim."
He was right. The loudspeaker was on again announcing the start of the first race that Marilyn was supposed to be in. Marilyn started trembling and she felt the tears brush at her cheeks. This was what she wanted most of all, and now it was too late.
"Now that we have a little time," he said. "Let's have some fun. Are you making it easy on yourself, or are you going to make it hard?"
Marilyn was beaten. She thought that she might as well make it easy on herself. Somehow she thought that Officer Drew might very well like her to make it hard. He looked like the kind of man who got pleasure in hurting people.
"What do you want me to do?" Marilyn asked.
"A shower," he beamed. "I want you to take your clothes off and take a shower."
Marilyn reached behind her neck and loosened the strap that held her swim suit. She peeled it down over her breasts and dropped it to the floor. She saw the lust in his eyes as he looked at her.
"Goddamn," he said. "You are a beautiful little cunt."
She stood before him until he was tired of looking and then he demanded that she turn around. She turned, letting him see all of her body, ogling her with lust in her ugly eyes.
"Goddamn," he said softly.
She kept turning until he told her to get into the shower. She wondered what kind of weird kick he got out of watching her take a shower, but she did as she was told. She slipped under the water and let it run on her.
At least the water felt good. He stood in the doorway watching her, rubbing the front of his trousers. She could see that his fat prick was already growing and she remembered how he had hurt her the first time with his savage attack. "Come on out," he said finally.
She turned the water off and came out of the shower. He placed his fat hands against her tittles and mauled them like he was kneading dough.
"Goddamn fine," he said. "I didn't get a good look at you before. But you are Goddamn fine."
He grabbed the towel and started to dry her off. He wiped her brutally, getting some kind of sadistic pleasure in the way she winced when he hurt her.
Especially between her legs. He rubbed hardest of all there. She tried to pull away a couple of times, but he kept grabbing her and pulling the towel back between her legs.
"I like you," he said. "I think you're a sweet little cunt."
He took her hand and placed it on his crotch. He made her rub him until his prick started getting hard.
"Take me out," he said.
She unzipped him and reached into his trousers for his fat cock. She laced her fingers around his sweaty maleness and he groaned loudly.
"Little cunt," he said. "Fucking little cunt."
He hit her. She didn't expect it. One minute he had been enjoying it and the next minute he drove a fist into her face. It wasn't a hard blow, or he would have broken her nose. It was only a light tap that made her lose her balance and fall on her ass. "Fucking little cunt," he said. "Why?" she asked.
"You don't even deserve to breathe the same air as my daughter," he said.
Suddenly she was afraid. It was no longer just sex with him. He wanted to beat her, to hurt her.
He wanted to prove his mastery over her.
"Get up," he said.
She got up and he knocked her down again. This time he picked her up by her hair.
"I'm going to fuck your ass off," he said.
He dragged her to one of the benches near the shower and he made her get on her hands and knees at the end of the bench. He didn't undress. He pressed his hard cock against her cunt.
"I'm going to give it to you like nobody has ever given it to you," he said.
She could hear the loudspeaker announcing the winner of the race. It was Leslie. She closed her eyes as her father's prick slammed savagely into her warm cunt. It hurt but he didn't care.
He wanted her to get no enjoyment out of it. All he wanted was to get his own enjoyment out of it. He grunted as he began to fuck her rapidly.
"Move your ass, cunt," he said. "Move your ass."
She moved against him as much as she could, wanting to get it over with. It wasn't long. She heard him grunt again and then his balls released his thick wad of jism into her. He quickly pulled out of her and let his thick jism run onto her ass. "Cum for the cunt," he laughed.
He made her turn around and he placed his cock against her mouth. He was only slightly hard, but she tasted his salty jism.
"Clean me," he said. "Clean my prick."
She ran her tongue all over his prick and balls, cleaning every drop of cum from him. He sighed as his prick went completely limp. He stuffed it back into his trousers.
"You like to fuck, don't you," he said.
She didn't answer and he grabbed her hair and held her face up to him.
"I asked you a question," he said.
"No," she protested.
He slapped her face, leaving the imprint of his fingers. He slapped her twice more before she changed her answers.
"All right," she said. "I like to. I like to fuck!" He stopped slapping her. He took off his suit coat and told her to put it on. He took her hand and led her toward the back door.
"You can't get out here," she said.
He kicked the door and it opened with the cracking sound of rotten wood.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked.
"Someplace where you can fuck as long as you want to," he said.
He dragged her to his car and pushed her into the front seat. She could hear the loudspeaker announcing the last race as he drove the car out of the parking lot. He drove toward the town and he turned off in a direction that Marilyn had never been.
She knew what was there. The old housing project. Her mother had warned her many times not to go there, for old drunks and trashy people were always around.
"Why are you bringing me here?" she asked.
"I told you," he answered. "I wanted to bring you someplace where there were enough men to make you happy."
He turned onto a dirt road that led to a wide area where there were a dozen old houses. A few men were sprawled out in the front yard of one of file houses in front of a huge fire.
Officer Drew stopped the car and got out. The men started getting up when they saw him. Marilyn shuddered as she looked at the men. They were all shapes and sizes, but all of them were skinny and dirty and dressed in old clothes.
"We ain't done nothing, Officer Drew," one man said quickly. "We been here all evening."
"I'm not accusing you of anything, Jack," Officer Drew said. "I just brought you a present."
"A present?" Jack asked. Jack looked suspicious. He didn't like cops, and he especially didn't like Officer Drew. Officer Drew had put him in jail a few times. Jack watched Officer Drew walk around and open the door and drag the girl out. Jack saw the flash of white thigh as Officer Drew dragged her from the car.
Jack felt a hardening at his crotch. It had been a while since he could afford to buy one of the whores in town, and none of the town whores looked anything like this young thing.
He wondered what she had on underneath the coat. He was sure it couldn't be very much, for the coat only came down to her thighs and her legs were bare.
"Isn't she a pretty thing?" Officer Drew asked, as he held Marilyn by the arm. "Look at them legs. She gets good-looking legs like that from exercise. This little girl really likes exercise."
"What do you want from us?" Jack asked.
"I told you," Officer Drew smiled. He was enjoying himself. "I brought you a present. Take off the coat, Marilyn."
"No," Marilyn whispered.
"Do as I tell you," Officer Drew said.
Marilyn looked around desperately at the faces. She wanted any sign of mercy but there was none. Only a deep hunger that told her that these men had been a long time without women.
Officer Drew's steely fingers dug into her arm and started hurting her. She knew she had no choice. She reached for the top button on the coat and undid it. The rest of the buttons came apart automatically.
She slid the coat off her shoulders and Officer Drew caught it before it hit the ground. She closed her eyes, but she had already seen the looks of lust and she'd heard the collective gasp from the men.
Jack was the first one to reach her. He took her arm and pulled her away from Officer Drew. "Do you want to watch?" Jack asked. "Nah," Officer Drew said. "Just have fun."
She opened her eyes to see Officer Drew get into his car and drive away. A moment later she could see nothing but a tight circle of men.
"Please," she said. "Let me go."
"Where shall we take her?" one man asked.
"There's a blanket on the ground by the fire," one man suggested.
"Come on," Jack said.
He dragged her stumbling and crying toward the blanket. More men had come from somewhere. She didn't know where they were all coming from. Jack pushed her down and he started unzipping his trousers.
He had a feeling that this girl wasn't some whore that Drew was punishing for working the town, but he really didn't care why Drew had brought her there.
Jack's cock was aching. He had never seen anyone so good-looking, or at least not in a long time. Her pink gash was so close and he knew she'd feel tight and hot around his cock.
"Open your legs, baby," he said.
"Please," she said again.
Jack didn't bother taking off the rest of his clothes. He only slid his trousers down to his knees and took out his long, thick rod. It was already crowned with a drop of cum. He fell on top of her, mashing her huge titties fiat and pushing his cock against her thigh. Her crying was turning him on even more as he reached between them and guided his cock to her cunt.
He shoved and his cock went partially into her. Her sobbing stopped and she gave a twist, trying to escape from his cock. It did no good. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tighter to him. Slowly he began to worm his cock into her cunt.
"God, she's tight," he moaned. "She's the tightest I've ever had."
He was nearly into her and he gave one last shove that pushed his thick rod into her up to his balls. Marilyn shuddered as she felt his balls resting against her. He was into her; there was nothing she could do about that. She quit fighting.
He felt her relax in his arms and he laughed. He started moving his cock slowly in and out of her cunt. He wanted her to feel it too. He had a feeling that she had a hot cunt.
Marilyn didn't want to show any sign of responding with this many men looking on, but once again her body was betraying her. It was humiliating, but she could feel the hot fires rushing through her body.
Jack felt the tingle in his balls that told him his orgasm was near. He started pounding his cock into her more rapidly.
"God," he moaned. "God, it's good! It's so good! Ahhhhh Jesussssssss!"
She felt his hot liquid pouring into her. She realized she had her eyes closed and she opened them again. She saw the rest of the men watching, their cocks springing hard from their trousers. "Oh no," she said. "Please."
But the men were too carried away with their lust. Almost before Jack had gotten up another man was taking his place. She felt the quickness of his breath against her neck and she felt his large pole sliding easily up into her cunt.
"Move it, baby," he said huskily. "Move it so it feels good!"
She felt the shame of hot fires going though her even as the man pounded his cock into her. Then another man couldn't wait and he was kneeling on the blanket beside her head.
"Let's see how she sucks," the man said.
"Oh no," Marilyn said.
He wasn't listening. He had his cock in his hand and he was pressing his cock-head to her mouth. The strong smell of his unwashed cock almost made her ill. He saw that she wasn't going to open her mouth without help.
He gave her the help by grabbing her hair and forcing her head backwards. In a moment she couldn't breathe and she had to gasp for breath. He pushed his foul-smelling cock closer to her lips.
"Open your mouth," he said savagely. "Open your sweet mouth."
She opened her mouth and he crammed part of his cock in between her lips. She felt the man fucking her cunt start getting excited.
"I'm coming," he cried. "I'm fucking coming!"
She felt his cock spurt into her but no longer was she feeling hot. Her pussy was beginning to hurt from being so misused.
The man fucking her mouth straddled her body and poked his hard rod deeper into her mouth. He held her by the hair as he drove his long rod in and out. His cock was covered with her saliva and he moaned loudly as his cock thrust between her pretty lips.
There was another man between her legs. She felt his cock slipping easily into her cunt and going very deep. She was being used as she'd never been used before. It was shameful.
"Shit," the man in her mouth cried. "Oh shit! I can feel it coming. Oh shit, baby! Swallow it! Swallow my hot cum!"
She tried to turn her head but nothing she did could prevent him from coming in her mouth. She tasted a great gob of his cum deep in her throat. Then he spurted again and she couldn't breathe.
His cum ran down the sides of her mouth, dripping in hot rivers to her neck and titties.
The man pulled his cock away from her mouth with a loud pop and then wiped himself in a strand of her blonde hair.
"Jesus," he said.
She barely had time to breathe before she felt another cock rubbing against her cheek.
"Take me in your hand, baby," a man said.
She grabbed his long rod and began jerking him off. He was not yet hard but it took only the touch of her hot fingers to get him that way. She felt his cock brush her cheek again and then his cock-head was rubbing against her lips.
"Goddamn fucking good pussy!" the one fucking her cried. She felt his cock spurt gobs of semen into her.
"Turn her over," someone said.
She felt herself being turned over on her stomach.
"Hunch, baby," someone said.
She didn't understand, but the hands helped her. She was curled into a little half-ball with her legs underneath her and her ass in the air. She felt hands parting her asscheeks and then a cock at her tiny anus.
"Oh no," she said. "Not there."
The man who had been at her mouth lifted her head slightly.
"Shut up," he said. "And use your mouth for this."
He laughed as he pushed his cock into her mouth. She almost choked on him but he gave her a moment to breathe before he plunged deeper into her throat.
"That's it," he said. "What a sweet sucking mouth you've got."
She winced in pain as she felt a cock going into her ass. He went to quickly, almost tearing into her with a savage stroke.
"God," the man said, "Tight. Fucking tight!"
It hurt. God, how it hurt! He started fucking her hard and it took him only a few minutes before he started groaning and his hot cum was filling her ass. She could hear his loud sighs and the slap of his balls against her ass as he came.
She was in an uncomfortable position and the man in her mouth kept slamming his cock into her throat. She was tired, physically exhausted. She was at the point where she didn't care anymore what they did to her.
The cock in her mouth spurted and she swallowed some of his cum and some more ran down the sides of her mouth. For a moment she thought they were done with her but they had only stopped to help her to a different position. They put her on her side and she felt two cocks going into her at the same time, one in her cunt, the other in her ass. A third cock was pressed against her mouth and she opened her lips to admit him.
She had no idea how long it continued. It seemed like hours. Some of them men didn't take her, but simply beat off above her and let their hot drippings fall onto her naked body.
She felt sticky and hot with their cum. She was covered with it. She had it in every hole and in her hair. Finally they left her alone.
She lay for a long time without opening her eyes. Then someone put a blanket over her. She looked up and saw that it was the first man who'd had her.
"Go home," he said. "We're done with you."