Early that morning Kimberly was discovered by a passing patrol car. The policemen took her back to the hospital. They assumed she was unconscious.
"You suppose she was a good fuck?" one of the cops said to the other one.
"Are you kidding? Did you see that cunt? Before I put her in the patrol car I got a good look at her pussy and it looked hotter than a two-dollar pistol."
Kimberly recalled that as she had been lifted into the patrol car she had felt something groping between her legs, rubbing at the lips of her pussy, and she realized that the policeman had done more than just look.
While she was in the hospital as a patient, Kimberly realized for the first time what it was like to be so helpless and at the mercy of other people. For one thing, when it became known why she was in the hospital, the nurses began treating her peculiarly. It wasn't hard for Kimberly to detect that the nurses attending her felt that if she had been raped she must have asked for it. And then there was the doctor, who, while examining her cunt, said, "Just relax and enjoy it. After all, I'm sure that's what you did while you were being attacked. You can at least cooperate with me as much as you did with a rapist."
By the time she was released from the hospital, Kimberly was disgusted. Prior to being attacked she had been chronically depressed; now, the rape and its aftermath had served to transform her disenchantment into an active antipathy toward many of the people she had to deal with, especially Jim Spencer.
It was only the first night she had been back on duty as a nurse that Jim approached her and said, "I see you're back among the living. I've been horny as hell waiting for you to come back." He gestured down toward his crotch where Kimberly saw the bulge of his swollen prick straining under his fly.
Kimberly couldn't believe his callousness and selfishness. He hadn't even bothered to visit her when she was a patient. "You're a doctor, Jim, I'm sure you can figure out a way to do it."
"Do what?" he asked.
She placed her hand over the bulge in his pants and applied slight pressure. Then, as he beamed, she tightened her fingers as hard as she could and painfully pinched the shaft of his prick against his balls, hissing, "I'm sure you can figure out a way to go fuck yourself!"
She turned around and walked briskly away from him, not bothering to look back.
Days dragged on and Kimberly started to realize that her problems went beyond the rape.
The more Kimberly thought about it, the more she decided that she had to have some outlet for her feelings. That was why one morning she stopped by the newspaper office and put the following ad in the classified section: Rape victim seeks others with similar experience for talk and discussion. Jennifer Kincaid had been in the city six months now and nothing had broken for her. She had come to the city from a small town after graduating from high school, hoping to escape the boredom that had enveloped her in her hometown. As she went from place to place looking in vain for work, Jennifer realized from the disinterest shown to her background and intellect, and the stares her body received, that the only way she was ever going to make a living in the city was to trade on her nubile eighteen-year-old body with its voluptuous-looking breasts, long honey-colored legs, and slim hips.
After a couple of months in the city without work, Jennifer wound up dancing topless and bottomless in a sleazy beer joint called The Blue Room.
There were no two ways about it, The Blue Room was a dive. The clientele was made up of a bunch of drunken truck drivers and motorcyclists whose idea of a good time was to shoot spitballs and paperclips up between her legs while she was dancing in the nude. Every night when she got home from work Jennifer inspected her legs and crotch for marks, and frequently found small bruises and cuts on her inner thighs and groin. The longer she worked at The Blue Room the more disgusted Jennifer became with men in general and their slobbering lust. In order to satisfy her sexual feelings, Jennifer was content to lie in bed with a mirror propped up in front of her. She spread her legs, revealing the parted lips of her cunt peeping out from her curly blonde pubic hair. Placing her hand against the wet lips of her pussy, she would poke her middle finger in and out of her drooling gash, her palm pressing hard against the fleshy mound just above the opening of her cunt.
By undulating her hips she set up a steady rhythm, finger-fucking herself, stretching her pussy lips, the sticky warm goo spilling out between her quivering thighs and onto the bedspread.
She tasted her own steaming discharge. Then, with her eyes riveted to the image of her creaming, open cunt in the mirror, the pubic hair glistening with cuntjuice, Jennifer would begin a full attack on her clitoris with her forefinger, plunging her thumb deeply into her throbbing, clutching pussy.
Orgasm always came soon, a shuddering climax that never failed Jennifer as she bucked her cunt wildly and uncontrollably against her probing, talented fingers. Just as she started to come, she would place the palm of her hand flat against her cunt and tip forward just enough to catch the full load of scalding moisture that cascaded from her pussy. Then she would place the handful of pussy juice to her face and rub it in, licking the sweet fluid as though it were honey. When she was finished, lying relaxed on the bed, her pussy muscles exhausted, she was always sure that no man could satisfy her as well as her fingers.
Thursday night started off badly for Jennifer. The Blue Room was packed with a lot of greasy members of some motorcycle club called Satan's Mothers. The owner of The Blue Room, a little short, fat, bald guy named Harry, was the typo who thought the customer was always right, even if the customer was a sadistic madman bent on maiming one of the dancers, or just a drunk asshole who puked all over somebody's tits.
This night the Satan's Mothers were celebrating the fifth anniversary of their club and had rented The Blue Room for the night. Anybody else who tried to wander in was stopped by a thug in a leather jacket.
"Listen, Jenny," Harry said, using the nickname that Jennifer hated. "We got a special crowd tonight, so I want you should do something special."
"What do you want me to do?" she asked sarcastically. "Grow an extra tit?"
"It might not be a bad idea," he said, "but we don't have time for that tonight. These animals are hungry for something right now. If we don't give it to 'em, they'll tear this place apart." The idea of The Blue Room being destroyed had a certain appeal to Jennifer. However, on the other hand, she realized that with its demise would go her sole means of support. Finally, she said to Harry, "Okay, what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to invite one of those guys up on stage."
"Yeah?" she said, waiting with equal parts of loathing and astonishment as to what Harry was going to say next.
"Well… uh… I want you to…" Harry stammered, nonplussed for the first time since Jennifer had known him.
"Listen, Harry," she said, "do you want me to make it with some guy on stage?"
"No, no," he said. "You don't have to go that far, you don't actually have to fuck him."
"Well, then, what do I have to do?"
"Just jive around a little with him. Let him take his pants off and flash himself around some. The audience'll love it."
"Besides the fact that the idea makes me want to puke, Harry," she said, "which I'm sure makes absolutely no difference to you, what makes you think you can get away with having somebody up on stage like that? After all, what if the vice squad walks in, we'll all be…"
"No, no, don't worry about that," he interrupted. "We can get away with it. This is a private party. They can do anything they want, within reason."
"Gee, Harry, you mean having some guy actually fuck me on stage is even too much for you?"
"No, of course not," he replied. "As a matter of fact, I'd be all for it if this was a bunch of accountants or something. But with these animals, they wouldn't stop with just one guy. They'd look at that one guy up there sticking it in you, and the next thing you'd know they'd all want to try it. The next thing you'd know they'd be storming the stage to gang-bang you and there'd be a riot, and private party or not, I'd get busted."
"What about me?" Jennifer said. "Aren't you worried about what would happen to me?"
"Dancers are always easy to get," he said coolly. "Now get up there and follow orders."
Jennifer took off her wrap and walked up onto the stage. The juke box blasted constantly.
Jennifer started dancing, undulating her hips and thrusting her pelvis forward in rhythm with the beat. The crowd slobbered at her.
Jennifer tried to forget about them and concentrate on dancing. She was proud of her body. She looked down and saw her firm tits bobbing tautly as her body shook and swayed. Regardless of the crowd, the dancing itself was a sensual experience for Jennifer, and frequently she became so carried away with it that, when she got back to her dressing room, she would discover that her pussy was drenched and that she had actually come while she was on stage.
Immediately after she started dancing, Jennifer was in a world of her own. She forgot about Harry's command to summon a member of the audience onto the stage. However, in the middle of the second record she was rudely reminded of it when Harry jumped up on stage and pulled out the plug of the juke box.
"All right," he called to the audience, pushing her over to one side and gesturing toward her as if she were an exhibit in a freak show, "who'd like to volunteer to get up here on stage with the little lady."
The crowd's slobbering turned to growls and moans. Then, they all seemed to focus their eyes on a short guy almost dwarfed by a leather jacket that was too big for him. He was virtually lifted out of his seat and pushed up onto the stage.
Harry plugged in the jukebox again. Music filled die room, a primitive beat resonating throughout the bar.
Jennifer closed her eyes in an attempt to suppress the image of her partner and his noisy cohorts in the audience from her consciousness. She began moving and shaking her hips in time with the music, trying to lose herself in its rhythm. As she danced, the tension seemed to drain out of her, and by the time the next record had started she was only aware of her own body. Her tits bounced as her nipples erected, and the warmth and tightening between her legs spanned the distance from her navel to her moist crotch, then up and around to her puckering asshole. Then, for some reason, she made the mistake of opening her eyes and was thrown back into reality.
Her partner had removed his pants and was now sidling up to her with an enormous prick in his hilt hand that seemed to be almost as big as he was.
Jennifer's eyes bugged out as she looked at the leering cock coming at her, the shaft a deadly torpedo, and the hairy balls looking like bludgeons. The crowd screamed.
"Jump her, Weasel!"
"Knock her down and stick it in her!"
"Fuck the shit out of her!"
Suddenly everything about The Blue Room became totally oppressive to Jennifer. The noise became unbearable. Jennifer's senses reeled and she became dizzy. What had been just one monster prick menacing her now seemed to be two, and then three, all of them identical and enormous. As she started to slide away from reality, Jennifer imagined all three cocks in her at once, stretching her cunt into an enormous chasm and causing her pussy to overflow with a flood of gurgling, steaming cum. And then in her fantasy their pricks attacked her asshole, fighting with one another, rubbing and bumping against each other's pink shafts and fiery red prickheads, to plunge into the little orifice. With ghostlike visions of being split in two from the cocks she saw dancing before her, Jennifer slipped to the floor and fainted.
The moistness and stickiness of semen was what made her come to. She licked her tongue over her upper lip and immediately tasted the acrid slime – and it was fresh, hot sperm. Opening her eyes widely, she saw the motorcyclist straddling her and waving his prick in her face, the end of it drooling with cum.
"My God!" Jennifer shrieked. "You've jacked off in my face."
The crowd roared its approval. Jennifer leaped to her feet and fled from the stage, trying to reach the safety of the dressing room. But the lust-crazed audience blocked all available routes of escape and Jennifer was trapped, with Harry nowhere in sight.
Jennifer tried to light her way into the dressing room, but she was stopped cold by two massive goons who stood with their arms interlocked in front of the door. Naked, before a menacing crowd of slobbering barbarians, Jennifer's nerves abandoned her and she suddenly felt vulnerable and dizzy again. She slumped to her knees before her tormentors. Two husky bikers hoisted her into the air, and followed by the mob, they carried her from the bar, out the back door, and into the alley.
Suddenly Jennifer felt herself being rudely shoved to the ground, the jolt bringing her to her senses. She was surrounded by eight to ten filthy Satan's Mothers, all of whom were busily fiddling with zippers and buttons.
Jennifer tipped her head back and screamed. Satan's Mothers were ready to get down to business. Erect cocks surrounded her. There was no getting out of it, no escape, as the circle of pricks closed around her. It was either submit or be horribly maimed and possibly killed.
Jennifer pitched backward in passive surrender, her back on the ground and her legs spread apart, her cunt waiting for the inevitable jamming and spurting of cocks inside of it.
Suddenly one of the cocks was inside of her. She didn't look at him, but if the size of his cock was any indication of his total size, Jennifer guessed, as his massive cock rammed up her cunt, that he had to be eight feet tall. She could feel her pussylips straining to accommodate the giant cock. She had never had a prick that big up her pussy.
The rapid, powerful, battering strokes forced her to lay flat on her back. All she could think of as she lay there in agony was the sensory assault on her body. And then her pussylips started to stretch, and Jennifer couldn't imagine how the giant prick inside of her cunt could swell even more, it was so huge already. She placed her hand between her legs, first feeling the mixture of her cunt discharge and the first drops of sticky sperm as they dripped out of her pussy. Then, as she moved her hand around, she fully realized what was happening to her. There were two bodies mounting her, one from the top and the other from underneath as two Satan's Mothers fucked her simultaneously: she had two pricks in her cunt at once!
The two cocks were too much for her single pussy, and Jennifer tried to shake at least one of them free. But they were securely lodged in her grasping cunt, stuck against the palpitating walls of her quivering pussy and each other as they fucked their way toward explosive ejaculations. Her defensive movements only served to thrust her pelvis against the loins of the two men wildly fucking her and to tighten the already viselike grip of her pussy muscles on their cocks.
Jennifer opened her mouth to scream, but she never got a word out. As soon as she opened her mouth, a prick plunged into it all the way down to her throat, grinding away so vigorously she could feel its fleshy, pulsing head ream her throat.
The fucking continued unabated. Every way that Jennifer moved seemed to increase the pressure her mouth and cunt applied to the piledriving pricks inside of her. She stretched her legs wider in order to create more room for her pussy to safely accommodate the pounding pricks fucking her cunt. She could feel her asshole sucking wind as she forced her legs apart, and then abruptly there was something inside of it too. A cock barged its way up her ass, bumping and pushing against the other two pricks fucking her in the cunt through the thin wall between her pussy and her anus. Obviously, the men fucking her could feel their pricks rubbing together because the friction turned them on even more as they pumped their cocks into her cunt and ass with abandon.
She tried to breathe, but as she gasped for air her throat merely constricted around the cock in her mouth. She could feel his cock choke up inside of her mouth, swelling with scalding cum. His balls slammed against her chin as he drove his cock down her throat in one last thrust, and then it exploded in her throat and mouth, spurting out hot molten gobs of cum. Instinctively she grabbed at it, encircling her hands tightly around the shaft, holding on as if for dear life.
But even the one cock emerging from her mouth, leaving behind a mouthful of sweet, bubbling sperm that slid languidly down her throat, could not distract Jennifer from the warfare that was still going on between her legs. "Oh God!" she screamed as the residue of cum drooled over her parted lips. "You're going to tear me apart!"
She felt helpless. She felt as though she were going to shit, piss, and come at the same time. The three pricks seemed to move in unison as they scraped the walls of her cunt and anus, creating a friction so maddening that Jennifer was sure she was going to explode.
And then, suddenly, the three cocks all stopped fucking at once. Buried to their hilts inside of her, she could feel the blood pounding inside of the three cocks as they swelled to their bursting points.
It was like a huge bubble bursting as she suddenly came, dozens of them coming in waves one after another and radiating from her pussy in widening circles so that soon her whole body was in a state of sensual frenzy. The three cocks suddenly burst all at once, each of them sending a torrent of white lava into her cunt and ass.
No cunt could hold as much semen as Jennifer had shot up her, and she could feel it dripping out of her pussy, bubbling in a steaming froth from the agitation of the two cocks in her cunt and the one up her ass. Finally the two pricks withdrew from her pussy, leaving only the stabbing lance up her ass, still erect and firmly lodged despite just having shot a massive wad of cum. After one final thrust, a last enormous spurt of semen was deposited in her rectum and the prick came out, leaving her asshole to drain out the sticky cum in a steady, even trickle. Jennifer put her hand down between her legs. Her fingers were covered with hot, gooey sperm.
Jennifer tasted the slimy discharge. Just the taste of the sperm from the four men that had just fucked her was enough to make her come all over again, the expansion and contraction of a massive orgasm taking hold of her body.
Jennifer had no idea how many of the Satan's Mothers eventually fucked her, but when she came to later and they were gone and she lay alone in the dirty alley, she noticed that it was painful for her to move at first, so much cum had been ejaculated all over her that it dried like scabs on her body.
Kimberly Marchand sat and read a book and waited beside her phone nervously. It had been two days since her ad had started running in the local newspaper and she had yet to receive a reply. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that life was going to be unsatisfactory to her until she found somebody she could talk to who would understand her problems and anxieties.
The phone rang. Kimberly picked it up. "Hello." A young woman's voice said, "Are you the party with the ad in the paper looking for somebody to talk with about… uh."
"Yes," Kimberly said nervously. "Were you… did someone take advantage of you?"
"Yes. Yes, they did," the caller said in a rush. "Just last night. I woke up this morning hoping it would all turn out to have been a nightmare, but it seemed more real to me than when it happened. I didn't know where to run until I happened to see your ad in the paper. Are you on the level?"
"You better believe it," Kimberly said. "My name is Kimberly Marchand. I was just raped myself a few days ago. I felt the same as you and had no place to turn; that's why I decided to put the ad in the paper."
"I'm Jennifer Kincaid. You've already put me at ease. I'd really like to talk with you. Have any others answered your ad?"
"Not yet," Kimberly said.
"When could we get together?" Jennifer asked. "Why don't you come by this afternoon," Kimberly said, and when she received an affirmative reply she gave Jennifer her address.
The meeting between Kimberly and Jennifer went well. Kimberly helped her new friend get over her anxiety and shyness.
"You know," Kimberly said at one point, "in a way, as horrible as what happened to you was, Jennifer, it may work to your advantage in the long run because you're so young. It happened to you at eighteen, and here I am ten years older and just learning the facts of life."
"Yeah," Jennifer said, smiling for the first time, "I've learned that men are all rats." Kimberly nodded.
"The thing I don't understand yet, though," Jennifer said, "is what we're going to do next. How are we going to turn this to our advantage?"
"I have some ideas," Kimberly said knowingly, "but I'd like to wait until one or two others answer the ad. Then we'll take some real action."
"I hope so," Jennifer said.
Kimberly felt good about the new friend she had just made. She hoped the poor kid wouldn't give up because now was just the time to begin fighting.
After Jennifer had left, Kimberly had some time before she had to go to work. She went into the bedroom to relax on the bed before she got ready for work.
As she relaxed and thought about the changes that were taking place in her life, Kimberly's hand dropped absent-mindedly to the fold in her skirt between her legs. Without really being aware of it, she had pushed the hem around her waist, exposing her panties. Kimberly's fingers dropped to the slick material covering her crotch and began rubbing her cunt through her panties, instantly the material became soaking wet with a gushing discharge as she started making herself hot. With her middle finger pushing the drenched cloth up into her wet cunt, she curled the cunt hair around her index finger.
As her pelvis started hunching, Kimberly shoved her fingers deep into her sticky pussy, moving them in a circular motion that made her moan in ecstasy.
Wanting even more, Kimberly slipped off her panties and quickly removed her skirt. She turned over on the bed, hoisting her ass in the air as she supported herself on her splayed knees. She shoved her shaking hand into her waiting pussy from underneath, getting all of three fingers completely up her cunt, and playing with the pursing, wet lips with the other two. Just when the ecstasy was unbearable, she flopped over on her back once again and plunged four fingers to the hilt in her cunt, using her thumb to rub her clitoris as hard as she could, pressing it as if it were a buzzer. Slowly she fingered her pussy, sloshing around in the copious discharge she was producing.
Then, on the verge of coming, Kimberly lifted her legs and placed her feet against the bedstead, pushing against it with all her might as she finger-fucked herself. Her hand swain in a sticky sea of cuntjuice, her thumb pressing the fleshy, moist bud of her clitoris. Then, suddenly, it happened, and her crotch was wet with sticky warmth as the unbelievable thrill started at her clit and spread throughout her pussy, and from there throughout her body, as she came and came again, shuddering with orgasmic delight.