"That was the bum's rush if you ask me," Allen grumbled, rubbing the knot on his head as he headed through the early morning traffic toward Oceanside.
"I can't understand it, either," Gwen said watching the white, mushroom-shaped buttons lighting up ahead, forming a long, dotted white line through the darkness.
"I don't know what they put in those drinks, but it feels like somebody clouted me a good one. Probably that Bob. He's a sneaky-looking bastard."
Gwen sat up and looked puzzled at her husband. "But I thought you loved Bob? Like you do Sybil?"
"He was mean to me tonight. Sybil told me he was mean to me. She said he didn't love me anymore. She said I shouldn't love him."
Allen's hands clenched the gnarled steering wheel tightly.
"I hate Bob. I hate him."
The paradox bothered Gwen. She sat back, her finger hooked in her mouth, and thought about the evening. She had done everything possible to please Sybil, to love her friends so Sybil would be proud. But Sybil hadn't said a word to her. She had screamed at Bob when Bob told them to leave, not to come back, and then stomped off without saying a word.
"I wanted so much for Sybil to be happy with me, too," Gwen said, tears in her eyes. "I don't know what I did wrong. I was good to them. I loved them as much as I could."
"Sybil loves you. She does. She loves me. She told me she loved you very much." Allen was lying, but that's what Sybil had told him. She told him Gwen didn't love him, that Gwen was a rotten whore who had slept with Bob while he was away. Allen had wanted to get Gwen then and beat her, but Sybil had stopped him, telling him he should be more clever. He should wait until next weekend when they could get both of them, Gwen and Bob. They would make it look like an accident in the swimming pool. No one would suspect. And then they could live together, enjoying each other's body as they had that night. He had wanted to kill Bob when he ordered them to leave and not come back, but Sybil had shaken her head no. He decided to wait. To wait a week and prepare his wife, his slutty wife for the sacrifice.
Allen didn't touch Gwen for two nights. On the third evening he sat, a smile on his face, watching her undress for bed. The bruises had faded and she felt relaxed. Her breasts pouted out against the diaphanous nightgown as she walked seductively in front of Allen, hoping he would take her in his arms and make love to her.
"Tired?" she said, cocking her head and fluttering her eyes, attempting to emulate Sybil's come-on look.
"No," he replied, staring at her rose-colored nipples touching lightly against the sheer material. "No, as a matter of fact, I thought we'd have a little party."
Gwen's eyes brightened.
"Yes, some wine and snacks. Just the two of us. We can dance and kiss and then…"
"Good," Allen said, standing and putting his coat on. "I'll go get something to drink."
"We have wine here. Don't go. I'll make something nice for us."
"No," he snapped. "I want this to be done right. I'll be back in a minute."
Gwen sat for a moment looking at the closed door. She thought about the odd look Allen had given her, then rose, wiping the thought from her mind and prepared snacks. She placed her lace tablecloth over the table and lit two candles. Sitting back in the leather recliner, she shifted her breasts so that one was half-exposed and crossed her legs so the nightgown was hiked up to mid-thigh. Then, she settled back to wait for her husband to seduce her.
She must have napped, for she awoke with a startle and looked around, terrified. She started to scream, but her cry was muffled by a leathery, greasy hand.
"Scream and I'll cut your throat, lady."
Slowly, the rough hand slid off her mouth.
Three men stood above her, nylon stockings pulled over their heads, distorting their faces, mashing their noses and lips against their face, pulling their ears down and squashing them against their cheeks.
Their clothes were ratty and smelly. The scent of cheap wine wafted through the room. Gwen clutched her breasts and shivered.
"Someone told us you were a pretty good fuck, lady. So we decided to try you out."
"Please… go away… my husband is coming home… he'll kill you…"
"So, we'll kill him back." They laughed, their hideously distorted faces jerking back as they howled.
"Get up real slow and walk into the bedroom, lady. Don't try to scream. Just relax enjoy it."
A rough hand prodded her and she rose, looking at the mashed faces beneath the nylons. She stumbled ahead of them, flicking on the light when she entered the room.
"On the bed."
"Please, don't. I'll give you money. All the money I've got in the house."
"We don't want money, lady. We want skin." She looked at the lanky man who spoke. His hands slipped down to the front of his trousers and rubbed the bulge of his stiffening prick.
"On the bed."
A hand pushed her down and she fell, her hair akimbo around her naked neck, the nightgown exposing her trembling thigh. Horrified, she watched as the skinny man unzipped his pants and pulled out a thin, dirt-blackened penis. Thick, pus-colored slime oozed around the head of his swollen penis as he peeled back the loose foreskin.
"Pretty, ain't it?"
Gwen scooted up to the head of the bed and pulled her nightgown down.
"Ain't no good being coy with us, lady. We're going to see and touch everything you own, anyway." The others followed his lead, unzipping their trousers and pulling out their penises.
"Don't… don't," Gwen begged.
"It ain't gonna hurt, lady. In fact, it's gonna feel real good. Real good as soon as we get it in. You just lay your pretty little head back and enjoy it."
He stepped forward and pulled her nightgown up to her waist.
"Say, now, that's a fine-looking pussy you got there lady. Real fine looking. I bet that's gonna taste real good."
"My husband is coming home soon. Really. I was waiting for him. He's an ex-Marine. He'll kill you. Believe me. Believe me."
"We ain't afraid, lady. We ain't afraid of nothing."
His hand reached out and yanked at the top of the nightgown, ripping it and exposing Gwen's soft, smooth breasts. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.
"Please?" she whined, feeling the despair of submission overcoming her. "Please don't."
"We got to, lady. We got to."
She shut her eyes as the man bent over and placed his wet, thin mouth on her breast. His teeth sank into the edges of her nipple, scraping it across the ridged enamel as his hand groped at her vagina.
"Watch this, lady. Open your eyes and watch."
"I don't want to. Please?"
"Open them." His hand squeezed roughly at the lips of her cunt. She opened her eyes and looked into his macabre face.
"Look at my cock, lady. Watch it tickle you." He yanked away the last shreds of the nightgown and began rubbing the slick, cruddy head of his penis up her thigh. She cringed as she felt the slippery, rancid flesh touch her.
"Pretty, ain't it?"
He hunched up and rubbed the pecker-head against her stomach, the lower half of her breasts, her nipples, her throat.
It was like a cancerous worm crawling over her body, bred in some ghoulish nightmare and brought into the world of light and horror. Her lips trembled as he crawled up on top of her and poked the rubbery flesh against her closed lips.
"Suck it!" he hissed. "Open your mouth and suck it with all your might."
Gwen tossed her head to the side and beat at him with her fists. He laughed and grabbed her arms, pinning them to the bed.
"Get her feet, boys. Warm her up."
The hands banded around her ankles and she felt the penises rubbing against her thigh as the men muttered and panted.
"Now, either you open your mouth or I open it for you, bitch."
Gwen tossed her head to the other side, sucking her lips back into her mouth and biting as hard as she could.
"All right then, bitch." His knees shoved into her shoulders and his fingers pinched her nose, cutting off her supply of air.
She gulped, trying to breathe. When her mouth opened, the man shoved his penis in and warned her.
"You bite it hard, and I guarantee it'll be the last thing in the world you bite. Now just suck it until it comes, lady. Just suck it until it comes."
Gwen tried to twist away, but it was hopeless. The man laughed and held her nose tightly shut.
"Suck," he growled.
Slowly capitulating, Gwen began to give the repulsive staff gentle tugs with her mouth. The man rocked forward as she drew it into her mouth, driving it farther and farther down her throat.
The two men holding her feet were licking inside her thigh. They pulled her legs far apart and began teasing her clitoris and anus with their tongues, jabbing at the openings with practiced lunges.
She fought the sensation, but it was useless. No, she cried in her mind, no, don't let me. Allen, please, Allen, help me?
The feeling began to spread through her. It was a warm, exciting, tingling sensation – a need that grew inside her as quickly as her fear had. She needed the attention, she needed the cock in her mouth, the tongues lapping at her cunt, at her ass. She needed the feel of the slimy penises crawling around on her body, etching dirty words across her breasts, poking their scabby heads at her ass and mouth and nose.
She relaxed and began to suck eagerly at the penis in her mouth, drawing it deep to the back of her throat and swallowing, making the head bang against the roof of her mouth.
The man above her moaned and shifted his weight, freeing her arms. She moved her hands up and wrapped her fingers around the staff, jerking it off as she helped drive it deeper into her throat.
Her hips began to jerk, throwing themselves up at the men who tormented and triggered her lust. She clenched her vaginal muscles, trapping the tongue inside her and milking it as she might a limp cock she wanted to grow hard again.
Every trick she had been taught by Bob and Sybil came to her aid and she lunged and moaned and clawed at the men, desperately trying to satisfy them and herself.
She felt the man pull his cock out of her mouth.
"Let me down there. Let me fuck her. Out of the way." He panted hoarsely, frantically grabbing at Gwen's breasts and pawing them as he pushed the other two men out of the way and wedged himself between her legs.
"She's hot. Boy, is she hot."
He took his saliva-slick penis in his hand and clumsily jabbed it at her opening. Gwen, her eyes glazed, her breath coming quick pants, reached down and helped him guide it in. Her fingers replaced his around the base of the shank and she stabbed the cock in, driving it inside her as she might a dildo.
"Fuck…" she wheezed, "fuck me. Please? Love me?"
There was no turning back and no desire to. All she wanted was the obscene man's prick to jam into her and probe her guts until it put out the burning fire of desire that raged in her swollen cunt.
"All right. All right," he panted, lurching forward and sinking his rapier-like shaft into her.
Gwen cried out and clutched the back of his neck, pulling his stocking-covered head down against her breasts until she felt his wet mouth breathing against the nipple. She rubbed his head against one mound, then the other, grunting and crying and whispering for him to fuck her until she was dead.
Beneath her, she felt the other men's hands prying up under her buttocks, their fingers seeking out her ass, their pricks undulating against her thighs.
"Come on me," she cried. "Come on me."
She looked over the man's shoulder and saw one of the trio jerking at his cock, stripping it rapidly and aiming it at her face.
"In my mouth. Shoot it in my mouth," she begged, looking at him with pleading eyes, her mouth opening and forming an oval.
He edged along the side of the bed and leaned over his partner's neck, sticking the head of his cock into Gwen's mouth.
She sucked at it, straining to push her head farther over the man's shoulder and take in more of the turgid penis' girth.
"It's coming. It's coming."
She felt the first, wet, sticky drops of seminal fluid touch her tongue. Her lips masticated the head of the engorged tool until she felt the stream of jism sluice into her mouth in a heavy, viscous stream. She held it for a moment in the back of her throat and swallowed.
"More. More," she begged, throwing her legs up around the humping man's waist and biting into his neck. His hands mauled her breasts and his stockinged head rubbed like sandpaper against her cheek.
"Deeper. Oh, God, fuck me!"
She felt her body stiffen and the man jerk as his cock spat its venom inside her. She wrapped her ankles together and squeezed him until he grunted. The finger in her ass drove up, lifting her off the bed and she screamed as the warm, relaxing sensation of her orgasm carried her away into the shameless world of ecstasy.
As she floated down, her body relaxing, the realization of what she had just allowed her body to do becoming clear to her, she cried.
Quietly at first, and then more vigorously until her body was wracked with sobs.
"That's enough. And thanks. Here's your money."
She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at the men. The skinny man stood holding out his hand as the man who had toyed with her buttocks peeled off twenty bills into his hand.
"If I ever see you around here again, I'll call the cops and tell them you really raped her."
"No sweat, Mister. And if you want us for anything else…"
"That's all. Get out."
The two men left hurriedly. The third man turned and looked at Gwen. He pulled the stocking off his head and began to laugh, a bitter, caustic laugh that was drowned out by Gwen's scream.
"Allen!"