"That was a beautiful weekend," Allen said, weaving through the southbound Sunday traffic.
"Yes. I enjoyed it."
Gwen sat far away from Allen, her hands folded in her lap. She felt uneasy, edgy.
"That Sybil is really something. A wild woman. I'm glad you had such good friends to take care of you."
A thin smile played on his lips as he muttered a tune and took a drag off his cigarette.
"She told me some secrets, about how to keep you in love with me. Pretty smart woman, that Sybil. And nice too. Real nice."
"Yes," Gwen answered coolly, rubbing the back of her neck. She was sore from her waist up. She tried to recall what had happened, but her mind was fuzzy. She knew she hadn't seen much of Allen after Friday night. Bob had kept her busy swimming and golfing and listening to party records and… she smiled to herself… yes… loving her… yes… he had loved her… and Sybil had loved Allen… they were their friends…
"Sybil is really a true friend," Allen was saying as he swung out to pass a bus. "She really knows what's happening."
"I'm glad you liked them," Gwen said feeling more comfortable now. "I was sure you would."
"I am. I can hardly wait for next weekend. They want us to come up again. Guess Bob was a little mad at me for breaking his stereo, though. No sweat, Sybil said she'd take care of it." He hummed that tune again, a tune Gwen had never heard before.
"I didn't know you broke the stereo?"
"Yeah. Sybil was showing me some tricks. Said I should try them on you this week. They're great tricks. Really great. Only good friends would share them, like secrets, you know. Anyway, we were horsing around and I knocked over the stereo. Felt real bad about it, but Sybil just laughed. You notice the way she laughs. Relaxed. Cool. Real cool."
"Yes, she's a very sophisticated woman."
"Don't get jealous now, honey. I didn't mean to cut you down."
"You didn't."
Allen laughed and turned the radio up, tapping the dashboard with his fingers. Gwen settled back into the seat, a gloomy feeling shrouding her thoughts as the car sped down the highway.
"He's a fucking beast," Bob raved, waving his hand at the broken furniture and smashed stereo and FM radio. "Look what he did."
"Just sowing his oats," Sybil answered calmly, filing her nails and studying them critically.
"Let him sow his oats in a barn then. I tell you Sybil, if you're going to roam around the house leading him by the cock next weekend and have him fuck every hole in your body, I won't be here to watch."
"Your blood pressure," she said icily. "Now calm down. I didn't know he was so hungry."
"Hungry. He must be starved. I saw him slapping the shit out of you and all you did was laugh and egg him on. You better be careful, that guy's cracked something."
"Don't be silly. You know how men are when they don't have any inhibitions."
"I don't give a rat's ass about psychology lectures. I just don't want him up here again turning my house into a china closet."
"I'll be more gentle, dear. Now, sit down. I'll buy you a new radio. It's my money you thrive on, anyway."
"Don't get catty, Goddamnit. Just be careful. You might end up like that fucking radio."
Sybil didn't look at the shattered tubes and mangled case laying in pieces around the room. She shut her eyes and thought of Allen's brutal, exciting attacks.
"I'll handle Mister Allen Farrow. You keep your hand on his wife."
She laughed again and drew the file across her nail, savoring the slight pain it made as it scraped the fleshy side of her finger.
Each day became worse for Gwen. The pain began to grow stronger, shoving through the haze that engulfed her whenever Allen used some of his "tricks" on her. By Thursday she was badly bruised and her lungs ached when she breathed.
"Here. Let me tie you to the door. That's a great way to do it. Sybil said you would love it."
"I'm tired, Allen. Please? Let me sleep?"
"You don't love me?"
"Yes, I love you. But… I don't feel well."
"I don't care how you feel," Allen threatened. "I need you. Now come here."
His strong hands clamped around her wrist, pulling her to him.
"Get on your knees and suck me then, you slut," he growled, pulling his trousers down and pushing her head against his prick.
"Allen? Please? I'm so tired."
"Fuck you and your tiredness. You're my wife. You have to please me. It's beautiful, pleasing me. Now suck."
Her lips trembling, Gwen let the fleshy shank slip between her lips. Her hand shook as she held the base and worked it slowly in, drawing deep breaths of air through her nostrils as she felt the appendage harden and fill her mouth.
"Gum it, like Sybil does. Gum it."
Allen leaned back against the wall, his legs bowed, his eyes closed, a smile on his lips. Gwen looked up at his raptured face. He was moaning and hunching his pelvis forward, driving the thick, hard inches of his dong into her. She knew how to suck a man; Bob had taught her well, told her it was beautiful to feel the prick come to life inside her mouth, that it was glorious for woman to drink a man's semen, to swallow deep and then lick the sticky residue off with her tongue. But that seemed so long ago, so distant. Things had changed, things she didn't understand. Everything had changed.
Bob was different. So was Sybil. And Allen. He couldn't leave her alone. She hadn't slept in two days. Every time she tried to lie down, he was there, on top of her, humping at her anus, sucking on her vagina, forcing her to suck him off. He was moving her around the house, screwing her in difficult positions, tying her arms behind her back with her nylons and then buggering her. Gagging her with his handkerchief and hitting her as he humped into her until tears rolled down her face.
He had assaulted every part of her body, leaving nothing untouched, filling all the cavities with sperm and curses as he fought to dominate her every conscious moment.
Even though he told her it was beautiful, it was love, the pain was driving through, making her more and more aware that something was wrong, that pain wasn't beautiful. There was something else… something that nagged at the back of her mind and made her slip from moments of utter horror, to moments of heavenly happiness.
"That's good," Allen moaned, pulling her hair viciously. "You really know how to suck a guy off. That's it, swallow. Deep. Yes. Good, you fucking bitch. Good. Out-FUCKING-standing."
Gwen sucked the bulbous head down, swallowing and feeling her throat gulp as it tried to draw the shaft into her stomach.
Allen's fingers dug into her scalp as he shoved into her, mashing his pubic hair against her face and spewing semen down her throat. The acrid taste made her cough and she pushed away from him, lying on the floor and hacking.
"Pig. Can't even take a good blow job." He lashed out with his foot and kicked her in the small of the back. The pain raced to her brain and she cried as the tears flooded out. She cried until she was exhausted and sleep took her away into a dark world of soundless sights.
She felt the hands lifting her, holding her up in the air like a sack. Gwen shook her head and fought to awaken. As she opened her eyes, she looked down and saw Allen's leering face.
"Hi, bitch. I'm going to hang one on you."
Frantically, she looked around. Allen held her over his head and was slipping her legs and arms through two straps looped from the ceiling. She felt the straps cut into her skin as he released his support of her body and let her swing, her face looking at the floor, her stomach sagging, back and forth at his eye level.
Allen rubbed his hands together and watched her with curious eyes.
"What are you doing, Allen?" She tried to wriggle free, but Allen's hand smacked down on her buttocks.
"Don't move, Gwen-bitch. This is a new lovely way to fuck. Sybil told me to try it. Sybil said you would like it. We tried it before, that's how I broke the stereo. Now. You just swing there, bitch, and I'll do the work."
He moved across the room, Gwen's eyes following him, and picked up a small black box from the corner table. Opening it, he withdrew a black phallus and held it up like a torch for Gwen to see.
"This is the greatest, Gwen-bitch. Especially for my wife. Sybil gave it to me."
He walked toward her, squeezing the phallus and rolling it around between his palms. His face lit up and he licked at his lips as he pushed Gwen's foot, making her body swing.
"You're going to like this beauty," he said, patting the head of the phallus. "Sybil did, and you two are good friends, right? Right. So I figure what's good enough for Sybil is good enough for you. Right? Right."
He pushed Gwen's foot again, making her swing dangerously close to the far wall.
"Are you ready, love?"
"Y… Yes." She watched the wall loom up and fade, loom up and fade.
"Ummph."
A sharp, ripping pain rocketed through her. She felt the rubbery tip of the rubber shaft shovel its head into her. Allen muttered and laughed as he pushed it farther and farther into her.
"Allen… it hurts. Stop."
"That doesn't hurt. It's good. It's good."
He laughed and shoved the tool into her as she swung back toward him.
"That hole's bleeding. It's bleeding." Allen's voice pitched high as he jumped from one foot to the other and watched the red blood trickle down to the rug.
"That feels good, doesn't it, Gwen?" His voice was more suggestive than soothing.
"I don't know… I don't know."
She bit her lip and felt the pain pulsing through her body, needling her brain with tiny, sharp stabs that came and went as Allen spoke.
"It doesn't hurt. Sybil said it didn't hurt her. Nothing hurts when you love. Nothing."
His voice was trembling with excitement. The rubber plunger drove in mercilessly, spreading the injured tissues until the rawness made Gwen's head swim with a mixture of repulsion and pleasure.
"Ahhhrruggh!" Gwen spat, her head arching up as Allen stopped her swaying motion and jack-hammered the rubber phallus into her.
"Stop. Don't stop. More. God. Allen. It hurts. It's beautiful. Allen! Allen! Faster! Faster!"
"slut! Pig! Alley whore!"
He spat out the words as he bored the weapon into her and felt her body stiffen.
Gwen frothed at the mouth, spittle falling from her lips like strands of silver cobwebs. She only felt the overpowering sensation of her orgasm, brittle, beginning to break inside her womb like the ice on a frozen river. She felt the surface cracking, heaving as the roaring waters shoved the ice up out of the water and tossed the massive chunks against one another, smashing the smaller pieces to slivers. She was in the middle of the thundering explosion, being squashed together by the freezing chunks as they swelled up and crunched down, gathering against her. The nightmare din of the breaking ice jam filled her mind. She let out a long, screaming howl as she felt herself being torn loose from the midst of the broken ice and washed rapidly through the turgid water, sweeping past the shores lined with naked figures resembling Bob and Sybil, out to empty into a lake of white, thick, molten sperm.