About an hour before the Arab had closed Monique's door and stealthily stole back to his bunk downstairs, Jean had suddenly bolted up in bed to a sitting position. She had been awakened by a noise in the adjacent room. It sounded like the muffled squeal of a pig being put to the slaughter. She had been sleeping soundly and had thought at first it was a dream but it came again, jarring her to alertness.
Something was wrong in Monique's room. Other muffled sounds were echoing through the thick wall also. Sounds that were not familiar to her but seemed to be cries of terror and pleading. She looked at her watch. It was only a little after midnight. She had not even been asleep an hour though it had seemed like a full night.
She sat still on the bed listening. She didn't want to make a fool of herself if nothing was wrong. It could be that Monique was having a nightmare. There was silence for a long moment and then another sound, this time of movement. It sounded as though something were being thrown bodily on a bed. She could not be certain. The walls to the room were of solid stone like all old buildings in Europe and the connecting door was of heavy oak. It made them almost soundproof.
Without turning on the lamp, she groped her way through the darkness to the door, pressing her ear tightly against it to see if she could hear anything. There was the unmistakable sound of movement making its way through the thickness of the wood. She thought also she could hear whimpering but it was impossible to tell. She hesitated for a moment, not certain what to do. Certainly if something were drastically wrong, Monique would scream. She would certainly hear that. Her hand was frozen on the door knob as she waited silently, unable to make up her mind what to do.
A long low moan suddenly was discernible from the other side. This convinced her, Monique might be ill and unable to move. She hadn't been feeling too well when they had returned from dinner and it might be serious. She would just take a quick look quietly so as not to disturb her if nothing were seriously wrong.
She silently turned the key in the door and opened it carefully, just a crack. She scanned the room, her eyes adjusting to the dim glow of the bedlamp. Then her heart leaped into her throat!
It was Monique – and a man was on top of her.
He was trying to rape her! He had her pinned to the bed and was trying to pry her legs open. Jean was frozen into immobility. She almost let out a scream but choked it back with the palm of her hand. It was unbelievable. She started to shake uncontrollably and bit down hard on the back of her hand to keep from crying out in fright. She was shaking too hard to close the door and just stood there helplessly trying to regain her composure. She knew it would do no good for her to attempt to help physically. He might kill them both.
She watched horrified, unable to move, as Monique struggled beneath the man. She had a good view of them. Their feet were pointing almost directly at her, not more than fifteen feet away across the room. She could not see who the man was except that he was naked and wearing only a dirty pair of socks with holes in the heels. He was darker than most.
Monique had her ankles locked tightly together and he was trying to get his feet between hers, but she fought bravely. The man's head suddenly bobbed down and a squeal came from Monique's throat, her legs involuntarily splaying out in the air. Jean could see the man's body fall heavy between the long white columns, pinning them wide apart. From this position she could see his huge hard penis insinuated tightly against the wide open crotch of the struggling woman and rub lewdly against the white band of her panties that she still wore.
It was huge. She had never seen a man before, even Kevin. She had felt him when he had brutally raped her but she had not seen his penis. How could a woman take such a thing, it seemed it would split Monique open. It lay menacingly like a great log along the slit of her crotch, the two round globular balls dangling down wickedly at the upper base. She could see the foreskin slipping back as he slid it down along her wide-spread buttocks, the red blood-filled head bursting forth like some primeval monster crawling evilly from its lair.
Jean stood transfixed, she was unable to take her eyes from the lewd spectacle in front of her. She could not understand. Monique had suddenly stopped struggling so violently. Her body was now churning in a different manner. It almost seemed to be searching for the giant penis. The man suddenly reached down and she saw his hand grasp the flimsy silk band of the protective panties, ripping it away like tissue paper. She could see clearly the exposed hair covered furrow between her splayed thighs. The narrow red slit glistened in the dim light and she could make out mouth-shaped lips of her vagina that seemed even from this distance stretched so cruelly apart. She thought she could see it contracting, opening and closing like the mouth of a gasping fish out of water.
The man's hand reached down between them, grasping the long hard instrument and raised his buttocks high in the air, poising its bulbous head between the sucking mouth of Monique's cunt. Jean watched horrified as the muscles of his behind suddenly tensed heavily and drove brutally downward, sinking the sinewed shaft all the way into the wet gaping channel until only a tiny little stretch of it showed, moist and glistening, beneath his balls. She winced as she heard the smack of his pelvis against hers it hit with such force. Monique's unearthly scream pierced through her ears like the cry of a wounded animal, her stocking feet curling in pain.
Jean's heart pounded like a jack-hammer until she was certain they could hear it clear across the room. She pressed one hand tightly to her breast as though to dull the sound.
The figures on the bed were still for a moment, that seemed to the entranced girl an eternity, then the man began a slow rocking motion over the impaled woman below him. He withdrew slightly, the thick fleshy column sliding out for several inches then thrust forward again, holding it there. He withdrew again until the underside of the head was visible to the hypnotized Jean. Her mouth dropped open in disbelief as she watched Monique's long full legs wrap suddenly around his hips, her heels tight against the cheeks of his ass, straining to pull him back inside her. The cords on the inside of her thighs flexed tightly as she pushed her soft down covered crotch back up over the glistening prick. Her hollowing buttocks lifted several inches off the bed as she struggled upward desperately trying to absorb the entirety of the thick cock back into the fleshy pink folds of her hungry cunt. A wet viscous sound drifted across the room as she slithered up its full length. Her flexing buttocks began a rhythmic beat up and down the long smooth pole, the soft hairy balls slapping in time against the faintly puckered little anus below.
Monique mouthed obscenities at the man as she squirmed lewdly in the throes of passion beneath him, words that Jean had only heard spoken in whispers as a girl. Forbidden words that still brought a guilty tingling to her as they did then, merely, because they were forbidden. They drummed ceaselessly into the watching girl's mind who was beyond understanding the sudden change in the woman on the bed. The quiet reserved Monique that seemed too aloof from this kind of thing, her friend who was her strength since they had met on the train. God, if it could happen to her, if she could be driven into insane submission to a man she had fought so strenuously a moment before, it could happen to anyone. She felt a slight electric tingle dart menacingly between her own full thighs.
She watched thunder-stuck, as again the man's hand curled beneath Monique's pumping buttocks and the tip of his middle finger circled tantalizingly the rubbery ring of the tightly puckered anus. It played there for a long teasing moment and suddenly brought another tortured groan from the twisting body beneath as it slipped through the protective fleshy ring and disappeared inside. Legs kicked out again, another tormented squeal with toes curling, and then the legs locked again, pumping viciously against both probing instruments.
Jean was shaking violently now and with all her concentrated effort slipped the door closed silently and groped her way in panic back to the bed. She pulled the covers tightly up over her head to attempt to shut out the depraved sounds coming now in streams through the thick walls. It was hopeless, gasps of pain and pleasure filtered through, permeating her tortured ears. The squeak of bedsprings merged with the pictures of the struggling tangled limbs in her mind, igniting again a tiny smoldering spark between her own legs. She clamped them desperately together trying to choke it away.
As if in a dream her own hands began to involuntarily massage the straining whiteness of her breasts, trapping the trembling nipples between her fingers, kneading and pulling it until it felt as though she would rip them loose from the white quivering mounds. She groaned and turned over on her stomach, pressing the mound of her clitoris tightly into the mattress, attempting to relieve the fire that was suddenly raging out of control there.
Her hands, against her will, burrowed down between her body and the bed and groped at the throbbing mass of her pubic hair. Her legs scissored open, a foot dangling on either side of the wide bed. She could feel her own moist slit now palpitating against the tips of her fingers which drew the narrow furrow open, exposing the lips of her pulsating cunt to the warm air underneath the covers. With a groan, she sunk one of her middle fingers deep into the viscous moistened mouth. She held her breath, relieved for the moment, but it was only a short moment. The fire burned more intensely, demanding more to feed its lewd hunger. She inserted another finger, drawing her knees up to a kneeling position, with her buttocks high in the air. The squeak of the bedsprings became more violent through the wall and she crammed her fingers into the moistness of her vagina in time to the maddening rhythm of the couple fucking in the other room.
The pictures in her mind of their locked bodies drove her on and she rocked back on her knees against her fingers, screwing them deeper into herself. She could see his huge thick glistening cock ramming its way into Monique's clasping cunt, sinking through the soft pubic hair like a greased telephone pole. Her hands became a pole and her gasps began to match that of the racing bodies in the adjacent room. She wanted everything Monique was getting, she wanted to be split too, she wanted to be fucked. Oh, how she wished Kevin were here now pumping his own cum filled cock into her hot searing passage. The fingers weren't enough as her thoughts centered on the thick member ravishing Monique, she had to have more but there was nothing, nothing but the fingers. In desperation she reached up over her buttocks with her other hand, searched the wet crevice, and rammed a finger deep into the puckered asshole between her moon-shaped buttocks. She gasped as in her haste a fingernail dug into the soft fleshy walls sending a sharp jolt of pain through her quivering body. She stilled for a moment and then took up the rhythm of the bedsprings again, her upper body braced against the top of her head digging into the mattress. Her white full tits hung down, the nipples brushing sensuously against the sheet as they swayed beneath her kneeling body. Electric tingles of darting pleasure raced through her nerves as she pictured herself under the nameless pounding body with the dirty socks. Her face colored crimson as she felt it coming – coming with a great roar – she hung for a moment teetering on the edge of release her whole body vibrated and then the white hot juice gushed from around her rummaging fingers covering her hand and ran onto the mattress below. She could feel it running in tiny prickly rivulets down the inside of her quivering thighs to her bended knees. A piercing scream reverberated through the wall followed by a low male groan signaling that the fury of the couples savage orgasm had matched her own. Then, there was utter silence.
Jean stayed on her hands and knees for a while, her buttocks still swaying in the air. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from herself until the last dying throbs had stilled her body. At last, she heard the door slam next door jarring her back to almost consciousness. Her fingers slithered wetly from her satiated cunt and she rolled limply over to her side, the ever-present feeling of guilt crawling over her. Tomorrow, tomorrow, Kevin would be here to take care of her. Thank God, the way she was now, she didn't know what she might do. Her spent body curled into a tight womb-like ball and welcome sleep glided smoothly through her tortured and confused mind.