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Collected by Djian

Chained Trained Wife
By Janson Bonds

In the 70s and early 80s, a large number of adult novels were published
by various publishers under brands such as 'Greenleaf Classics',
'Liverpool Press', 'Patch Pockets' and 'Beeline Novels'.

Thanks to the hard work and generous natures of people such as
theEditor, mrdouble, vulgus and prospero, many of these novels have been
made available in this newsgroup and various sites.

I have a small collection of Greenleaf Classics myself and I intend to
share them with you as a way of saying "THANK YOU" to those that have
gone before me.


In CHAINED TRAINED WIFE, Victoria Halstead finds herself in just such a
situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform abnormal
sexual acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a
strength of character she never realized she had. Victoria suffers
through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with
her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.


CHAINED TRAINED WIFE by Jason Bonds

CHAPTER ONE

Victoria Halstead absolutely hated fucking. But she knew there was no
way out of it tonight. Her husband was already lying naked on the bed,
jacking off while he waited for her to come out of the bathroom. It had
been over two weeks since she had given her horny husband any pussy, and
she realized he could not be put off another night. He was hot as hell.

"Oh, God," she murmured, glancing at her shapely naked body in the
full-length mirror while she dried off after her shower. "I never
thought marriage would be like this. Why does sex have to be so ugly?"

She hurriedly finished toweling herself, then she used an electric
blower to dry her long blonde hair. While she held the hair dryer aloft,
the stream of hot air causing her hair to stream out to one side, she
studied herself in the mirror.

At twenty-four, she had everything most men considered desirable in a
woman. The lush curves of her body seemed very womanly, contrasting
interestingly with her pale and satiny complexion, which seemed quite
girlish. Her unblemished tits stood out pertly, capped by nipples so
intensely pink they looked like ripe strawberries topping the creamy
mounds of her tits.

Her pussy looked temptingly like that of a very young girl, with a
sparse growth of curly blonde hair framing her delicate- looking pink
pussy slot.

Victoria Halstead looked every inch the Irish lass that she was, her
pretty face accentuated by emerald-green eyes with long blonde lashes
that gave her an innocent, demure appearance.

Turning off the noisy hair dryer, she frowned, reminding herself that
she was no longer in Ireland and certainly no longer the happy go lucky
lass who had once tripped so merrily through the green pastures of her
parents' farm in that far-away land.

No, she was a married woman now. Unhappily married, to be sure, but
irreversibly married. She had defied her mother and father by marrying a
professional gambler, and now they were living in a luxurious ranch-
style home in the suburbs of Las Vegas.

The green hills of home seemed of another time, another place now. With
her marriage to Andrew, she had burned all the bridges behind her. But
how she loathed that hot barren desert outside. She despised it so much,
she hardly ever left the house.

"Vicky! What the hell are you doing in there?"

Her husband's voice from the bedroom startled her. She quickly slipped
into a diaphanous blue dressing gown, as if suddenly ashamed of her
nakedness even though she was quite alone in the large and elegant
bathroom.

"I'll be right out, Andy," she called through the closed door, tying the
sash about her slender waist.

A cold shudder went through Victoria as she thought about the big stiff
cock that was waiting for her out there.

Why couldn't Andy just play with himself and go to sleep? Why did he
have to bother her like this all the time? Surely, he must realize by
now more than a year after their marriage that she simply did not enjoy
sex. Why did he insist on fucking her all the time? She almost wished he
would take a mistress, and relieve her of the awful burden of satisfying
his animal needs.

Victoria had been a virgin when she married Andrew, and the gross
realities of sex had been quite a shock for her.

Opening the bathroom door, the pretty blonde swallowed hard and padded
across the huge, dimly lit bedroom toward the bed. Light from the
bathroom behind her revealed the sexy outlines of her naked body beneath
the filmy dressing gown as she seemed to drift like a luminous ghost
across the carpeted room.

She could see that her husband was still stroking his big stiff prick,
the wet cock head glistening in the faint light.

"It's about time." Andy said impatiently. "I thought you'd fallen in or
something."

"Don't be crude, darling," she murmured. "You do want me clean, don't
you?"

"I've never known you to be unclean," he said. "You're probably the most
immaculately clean woman I've ever known."

Victoria stood beside the bed, knowing she could no longer delay the
inevitable. Letting her gown slip from her narrow shoulders, she gazed
down at her husbands reclining form in the faint illumination.

Andrew was twenty-eight, and he was so incredibly handsome that he never
seemed quite real to Victoria. He had neatly fashioned brown hair and
pale-blue eyes that sometimes seemed to look into her very soul. He was
a man of the world, originally from London, and his suave and debonair
demeanor during their courtship had swept the simple Irish farm girl off
her feet. But now that she was his, he often times forgot his manners
and permitted an underlying coarseness to surface.

"Come on, woman," he said, jacking faster on his stiff cock as he
reached for her. "Let's fuck, damn it!"

Victoria cringed as her husband grasped her tiny wrist and pulled her
onto the bed roughly. She tumbled onto the rumpled satin sheets and into
his strong embrace, feeling the hot hardness of his prick against her
soft stomach. He ran his hands down her back and dug his fingers into
the firmly rounded cheeks of her ass, pulling her against himself as he
tried to maneuver his hard-on into the gash of her pussy.

"Oh, Andy!" she whimpered, her cunt muscles resisting his probing prick
head. "Must you be so uncivilized about sex?"

"Fucking isn't a civilized activity," he said, biting her neck like a
tomcat in heat. "That's what makes it so goddamned much fun."

"Ungh!" she gasped, her green eyes opening wide as she felt his cock
penetrating her resisting pussy. "Dear God! Please, Andy take it easy,
honey."

But he didn't take it easy.

He thrust hard, fucking the entire length of his big prick into his
wife's hot but dry cunt hole. Her body stiffened in his arms, and she
sucked in a deep breath as he fucked in balls-deep.

Andy hated it because Vicky never got wet with anticipation, and he
liked to punish her for her coldness by giving her dry pussy a good hard
ramming with his massive fucker.

Clinging to her stiffened body with his muscular arms, he started
fucking his prick in and out of her cunt rapidly, jolting her and
causing her to grunt with each cock-lunge. She wouldn't relax, and he
nearly squeezed all the air from her lungs as he fucked her faster and
harder punishing her with his prick for not wanting him.

Most women Andrew Halstead had fucked and there had been plenty had
practically creamed from excitement before he could even get his prick
in them. He was generally considered quite the stud, a highly desirable
hunk. And he could never understand why his beautiful wife failed to
find him exciting in bed. She had never let him in her panties until
after they were married, so he'd had no idea she was frigid until the
honeymoon.

At first, it had been an interesting challenge to be met. But now, after
a year of marriage and no improvement in her responsiveness, he was out
of patience.

"Please, Andy "Vicky gasped, her voice tremulous. "I... I just don't
enjoy it this way easy, honey please?"

"You don't enjoy fucking this way, or any other goddamned way, Vicky,"
he said, stopping his wild humping.

Abruptly, he pulled his prick from her pussy and clambered up over her,
straddling her on his knees as he sat down roughly on her tits. His
circumcised cock bobbed lewdly above her face as an expression of horror
clouded her pretty features.

"Andy! What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, pushing his
cunt-smelly prick away with both hands. "Stop it!"

"Shut up, Victoria!" he snarled, knocking her hands away and pinning her
arms to the bed with his knees. "You're gonna suck my cock and by damn.
I mean it this time!"

"No, Andrew," she said firmly, as if she had the upper hand. "How many
times do we have to go through this? No... absolutely not!"

"This is the last time we're going to go through this," he said, rubbing
his leaking cock tip against her lips. "You're gonna suck me off this
time, Miss Prissy Ass."

"Not" she yelped, quickly turning her head aside. "I'll never put that
thing in my mouth I hate that damned thing!"

Andy slapped her across the cheek with his cock, splattering clear
pre-cum on her face.

"It's not a thing, you dizzy bitch!" he yelled, twisting her head to
bring her lips back in contact with his prick. "It's my cock. And you're
my goddamned wife. Now suck it!"

He jabbed his drooling cock head against her closed lips, hating the way
she was glaring up at him in silent defiance. When she refused to
cooperate, he slapped her, causing her mouth to fly open. And when her
lips parted, he crammed his cock into her mouth so suddenly she couldn't
stop him.

"There," Andy said, smiling down at her as she gagged on his prick.
"That's not so bad, is it?"

But the young man's mellow mood was quickly dispelled when his pretty
wife sank her teeth into his cock, biting hard just behind the flared
ridge of the cock head.

Vicky began spitting the instant he yanked his prick from her mouth,
trying to rid herself of the vile flavor of her cunt and his cock. She
despised the foul odors and flavors of sex, and what he had done made
her went to vomit.

"Don't you ever try that again, you bastard!" she shrieked, squirming
wildly beneath his weight, unable to free her arms from beneath his
knees. Hot tears trickled from her eyes. "But I just don't enjoy sex.
Andy... can't enjoy sex!"

Andy stared at her for a moment, then he hung his head, as if in shame.

"You're the only girl I ever loved, really," he admitted, with a quality
of boyish shyness in his voice. "And you're the only girl who ever
totally rejected me. Maybe I'm the one who's crazy for loving you."

Finding that Andy had released the pressure of his knees on her arms,
Vicky pulled one hand free and grasped his limber cock; as if to
reassure him.

"I'm not totally rejecting you, Andy," she said nervously, stroking his
prick sensuously and causing it to swell again. "I only reject vile
perversion. You know how I was brought up back home. Oral sex is
perverse... to me, at least. I just can't deal with things I was told
all my life are wrong. Understand?"

"No," he said, forcing a wan smile. "I think it's perverse to never get
hot. Don't you lever feel the urge to you know just get wild and crazy?"

"You're a very sexy guy, Andy," she admitted, freeing her other hand to
caress his muscular chest while she jacked slowly on his hardening
prick. "But no, 1 don't ever feel those wild urges you do. I can't help
it; precious. I just don't feel it. And I can't fake it... and I don't
think you'd want me to... would you?"

Andy smiled, trying to feign an understanding he didn't have. She was
beyond understanding.

"Let me fuck you, Vicky," he whispered, caressing her forehead tenderly
with his fingertips. "I'll be gentle. I promise. And I won't ask for
anything... perverse. Okay?"

"Of course, darling." she cooed, squeezing his hard-on affectionately.

He slid down and lay atop her prone body, gently nudging his prick into
the still- dry gash between her pussy lips.

Vicky felt herself going-tense again, but she was determined to let her
husband fuck her. He needed it, and she loved him. It was the least she
could do.

Andy pushed downward slowly, parting the puffy lips of her cunt with his
advancing cock head. She forced herself to relax as his massive prick
fucked into her pussy, and she even reached around and clasped the
muscular buns of his ass with both hands, pulling as if wanting more of
his cock, although she could hardly endure the deepening penetration.
That small bit of encouragement excited him, and he fucked in to the
balls, licking hungrily at her tits.

Her hands left his ass and skimmed up his broad back as she gasped with
pain, trying to pretend she was gasping in ecstasy. She entangled, her
fingers in his thick brown hair, urging him to keep lapping at her tits.
He sucked a pink nipple into his mouth, wallowing his face against her
firm tit mound while he wallowed his hairy groin against her crotch,
churning his long fucker in the hot depths of her pussy.

Victoria hated it.

But she managed to make her involuntary cries of protest sound like
cries of depraved pleasure.

Andy started fucking slowly, obviously having a hard time keeping
himself from fucking her frantically, the way he wanted to. She
appreciated the small kindness, and did the best she could to make it
good for him. She loved Andy dearly, and she sometimes hated herself for
not being able to be the woman he wanted her to be. But the most she
could ever manage was a weak pretense of mild enjoyment.

Her mother had done this to her. She knew that. There had been far too
much talk about how sorry and good for nothing men were, and how a
decent woman should never permit a man to use her body except for
procreation. Victoria knew that was all bull shit, but it had been so
much a part of her upbringing that she couldn't unshackle herself now
even though she wanted to. She was a frigid woman, and she didn't know
how to be otherwise.

Andy's cock was creating a burning friction in Vicky's cunt as he fucked
her slowly, but even that hot sensation didn't start the pussy juices
flowing for her. Her cunt remained dry and unresponsive, and she was
unable to feel any pleasure in the fucking. All she felt was misery and
disgust, and the only sense of anticipation she felt was an eagerness
for it to be over.

"Try to relax, baby." Andy rasped against her tit. "You're still
resisting you're too tense."

"It feels wonderful." she lied, thrusting her hips to meet his rhythmic
cock-strokes. "I love it, honey. I really do."

Even she knew she didn't sound convincing. And she could tell by the
slight change in his fucking pace that he, too, now just wanted to get
it over with.

As Andy began to fuck faster, he ran his tongue up along his wife's
slender neck and covered her mouth with his, plunging his tongue inside.

Now that was something Vicky could get into. She adored kissing her
handsome husband, and she sucked hotly on his tongue while he fucked his
cock deeper and harder into her cunt. While they kissed, she caressed
his back and his manly ass with roaming hands, using her cunt muscles to
squeeze his prick.

"Oh, Vicky," he panted into her mouth. "I worship you!" He kissed her
passionately again. "My precious angel!"

"And I adore you," she moaned, squirming her pussy on his embedded
prick. "You beautiful man... fuck me!"

She was able to be convincing by combining the truth with the lie. She
did think Andy was a beautiful man but she did not want him fucking her.
She just wanted him to kiss her and make her feel loved and wanted. Why
couldn't he do that, without cramming that thing up her cunt? But she
was no fool. She knew that was too much to expect, He was a man. And he
needed to feel a hot pussy clasping his stiff prick.

Suddenly, Andy rolled over, forcing Vicky to roil with him, bringing
her, over on top. Before she knew what was happening, he pushed her up
into a sitting position astride his loins, keeping her impaled on his
upthrust cock.

"Fuck me, baby!" he urged, using his strong hands to make her bounce up
and down. "Fuck that hot pussy on my cock... c'mon, honey do it! Fuck!"

Vicky had never fucked in that position. She knew some women did it like
that, but she also knew it was a kind of borderline perversion. Somehow,
it just seemed terribly improper for a woman to assume the dominant role
in sex. That was something only sleazy sluts did. Her mother had told
her repeatedly that no decent woman ever assumed a dominant role in sex.

The bewildered blonde at there on her husband's prick, looking confused,
and a bit insulted.

"Damn it, woman!" Andy blurted, forcing her to bounce again. "Move that
pussy! Fuck up and down get me off this way!"

"No," she said, rising and unplugging his prick from her pussy. "I'm not
that sort of girl, Andy. You know that." She stretched out and lay on
her back beside him, leaving his unattended cock standing in the air.
"If you want to fuck me, let's do it the way civilized people do it.
We're not animals, you know."

"The hell we're not!" he shouted, leaping off the bed in a rage. "When
two people fuck, they're animals, Vicky... and I'm sick and tired of
being nice!"

He grabbed her ankles and yanked her ass to the edge of the bed, quickly
moving in between her legs. Before she could protest, he fucked his
stiff prick back into her pussy. He was clinging to her satiny thighs
and holding her like a wheelbarrow, jerking her entire body to and fro,
causing her cunt to slide back and forth on his big fucker.

"Stop it, Andrew!" she demanded, flailing her arms and wincing with the
pain of his rough fucking.

"Stop it!" he snapped, yanking her back and forth. "You won't fuck like
a real woman so I'm jacking myself off with your goddamned body...
frigid bitch!"

Victoria clawed at the slippery satin sheets, grunting with each
forceful plunge of her tight pussy onto her husband's prick.

"Andrew! Have you gone mad?" she screamed. "Why are you treating me like
this? Stop it!"

He did stop, for a moment, keeping his cock buried to the balls in her
hot tight cunt.

"I'm a passionate man. Victoria." he said, panting from his wild
exertion. "But you're a cold, cold woman."

She took advantage of his relaxed hold on her thighs to squirm free,
scooting backward on the slippery sheet. Her husband's prick popped from
her pussy with lewd noise and slapped against his stomach.

Andrew reacted instantly, grabbing her hair clambering atop her frail
body. His tugging on her hair was causing horrid pain in her scalp. The
rush of sharp pain distracted her, and before she knew it, he had her
arms pinned beneath his knees again, his cock and hairy balls brushing
her chin. She wanted to scream, but she knew that if she opened her
mouth, it would immediately be stuffed with cock meat.

"Shit," he said in disgust gripping his hard-on." I may as well beat off
and get same relief. I've been jacking off more since we got married
than I ever did as a bachelor."

He started pumping his prick, just above her face. His cum-laden balls
bounced obscenely against her chin, and she couldn't breathe without
inhaling the pungent scent of his crotch.

Victoria reined a bit, secretly glad that he was going to get his rocks
off this way. He had shot his cum load an her face once before. It had
been an unpleasant experience, but it wasn't as bad as getting fucked.
And it was certainly better than the unimaginable horror of ending up
with that slimy stuff in her mouth. Anything would be better than that.

Andrew's fist made a slick slurping noise on his cock as pre-cum drooled
down his cock lance. And, while that hand flew up and down on his prick,
he reached back with the other hand and finger-fucked his wife's tight
cunt hole. He grimaced at the discovery that her pussy was still dry
inside, the barely moist cuntal walls gripping at his finger as he
fucked it in and out. His knees continued to hold her securely in place
while he jacked off over her face.

She cringed as the curly hairs on his ball sac tickled her chin and
lips. But she kept her eyes open, looking up at the way his tongue was
lolling out of his mouth as he beat his meat. She knew that was sure
sign he was about to cum. She had driven him to jacking off many times,
and she knew the whole routine. It was boring predictable.

Still, Victoria did get some pleasure out of watching her handsome
husband jack off. She thought he was a gorgeous specimen of manhood, and
she liked the way all the muscles in his sleek body became so prominent
when he was about to climax.

Andrew's fist became a blur as he pumped his prick faster, and his
finger clawed at the raw interior of Victoria's pussy as his orgasm
neared. She saw his squared pectorals expand, his abdominal muscles
ridge dramatically and his brawny arms bulge with masculine power then
she shut her eyes as the first jet of creamy jism burst forth from the
tip of his glossy cock head.

In the next instant, Victoria felt her husband's warm cum splattering
all over her face. She flinched at the lewd sensation and groaned with
tightly closed lips, not wanting any of the vile stuff to get into her
mouth.

It was making her sick, but she lay there passively and let Andrew shoot
his cum load all over her face. She felt the warm, slimy gobs of cum
running down both sides of her face, and then another creamy comet of
cum spattered right on one of her closed eyelids, pooling there in that
depression and causing her to clench her eyes even more tightly shut.

As he pounded his prick noisily, spurting out the dregs of his pent-up
cum load, she could feel his furry balls brushing her chin more slowly.

Finally, he stopped jacking off and sat back on her chest, flattening
her tits under his ass, his balls settling into her cleavage. She felt
his limp prick plop down wetly against her breastbone as he pulled that
aggravating finger out of her cunt.

Victoria cautiously opened the eye that wasn't covered with cock cream,
peering up at her husband. His head was drooping, and his chest was
heaving as he panted in the aftermath of his much-needed climax. He was
smiling down at her in a peculiar, almost shy way.

"Are you entirely finished?" she asked coldly.

He nodded, crawling off her and flopping onto his back beside her.

"God," she sighed, sitting up and feeling his cum running down her neck
and onto her tits. "What an abominable mess you've made, Andrew. I hope
you're happy now."

"Don't worry," he said quietly, without looking at her. "It'll all come
out in the wash."

"But the ugly memory lingers." she said. She slid from the bed and
stood. "I can't shower that away."

Andrew propped himself up on one elbow.

"My bonny lass," he said. "you don't know anything bout ugliness, yet."

"What do you mean... yet?"

"Nothing," he said, rolling over onto his side and curling up to go to
sleep. "Nothing at all, my dear."

CHAPTER TWO

The next morning seemed normal enough to Victoria. She was hoping
nothing would have to be said about the night before, and her husband
graciously said nothing about it.

But Andrew did seem less communicative than usual. While Victoria
prepared breakfast, he took his morning swim in the nude, as usual. And,
as usual, she sullenly refused to even glance at her naked husband while
she put breakfast on the patio table out by the pool. Although a high
wall surrounded their back yard, affording total privacy, Victoria hated
for Andrew to skinny-dip, and they had argued about if frequently. But
Andrew, justifiably proud of his athletic body, liked to run around
naked. And he had continued to skinny-dip, despite his wife's protests.

He had eventually compromised by wearing a towel at the breakfast table,
since Victoria insisted the sight of a naked man at the table spoiled
her appetite. The truth was, the sight of a naked man under any
circumstances made Victoria sick. After their customary pool side
breakfast, Andrew got dressed and told his wife he was going to fly up
to Tahoe for a few days and see if his luck improved there; he was on a
losing streak at the Vegas casinos.

Victoria didn't think that too unusual.

Andrew Halstead had won and lost fortunes in casinos all over the world.
But, in the long run, he always came out ahead gambling, and he and
Victoria lived very well. So she never questioned his judgement about
gambling; he was a professional.

She only hoped he didn't lose the house in Tahoe before his luck turned.
She had never quite gotten over having to give up the beautiful villa
they'd had in Monte Carlo when she first married him but she could
hardly complain. He had lost the villa the same way he got it gambling.
Easy come, easy go.

After Victoria had taken Andrew to the airport, she returned to their
palatial home on the outskirts of town. She was always lonely when he
was gone, rattling around that big house all by herself. She sorely
missed the friends and the busy social life she had established in Monte
Carlo. She didn't like Americans very much, and had yet to feel
comfortable in Las Vegas.

The day passed uneventfully.

Victoria hibernated inside the huge house, enjoying the air conditioning
while the desert out side sweltered. She despised the desert in summer
and never went outside, except early in the morning or after sundown.
She complained constantly that Lea Vegas was unfit for human habitation.
But that was where the big casinos were, and so that was where they
lived for now, anyway.

That day, the lonely housewife managed to entertain herself watching the
afternoon soaps on television, working on the rug she was weaving, and
then watching the evening news. After having dinner alone in the kitchen
she never liked to dine alone in the huge and elegant dining room
Victoria got into her conservatively cut one-piece swimsuit and ventured
out into the lingering heat for a dip in the pool. The sun had set, and
the temperature was tolerable, even though the concrete around the pool
was still nearly hot enough to blister her feet.

She ran across the pool deck, her green swimsuit glinting in ghostly
light from the pool, and splashed into the refreshing water.

As she floated lazily on her back, she noticed a few of the brighter
stars already twinkling in the sky, which was quickly going from gray to
black. The stars were like old friends to Victoria, because they were
the same stars she had known so well as a girl in Ireland. The familiar
patterns of the stars in the night sky always reminded her of home, of a
time when life was simple and predictable.

Kicking gently to propel herself through the caressing water, Victoria
focused her gaze on the brightest star in the sky.

"Star light, star bright... first star I've seen tonight... I wish I
may, I wish..." Her breath suddenly caught in her throat when she saw a
head pop up over the back wall. Some young man was watching her and
watching with a brazen lack of concern over the fact that she obviously
saw him.

Then, before she could react, two more guys' head came into view. The
three guys were evidently standing on the big trash container out in the
alley, and they were looking her over with alarming boldness.

Victoria suddenly felt violated, and she started swimming for the edge
of the pool nearest the house.

"All right, guys!" one of them said approvingly. "We're in luck! She's a
real looker!"

Another one of them gave a lewd wolf- whistle, and all of them started
laughing as the frightened young woman scrambled out of the water and
started backing toward the patio door.

"Get out of here!" she shouted angrily. She clutched her arms to her
tits protectively, even though her swimsuit more than amply covered her
charms. "This is private property!"

The first guy she had seen, who had a red bandanna tied around his curly
brown hair, climbed up atop the wall and stood there arrogantly.

"Come on, lady," he said. "What kind of hospitality is this? Ain't you
gonna invite us in for the party?"

"There's no party here." Victoria said, still edging backward nervously.
"You must have the wrong place."

"Nope," he said confidently. "We got the right place."

She stared at the muscle-bound young punk in disbelief. He was wearing
tight faded jeans and a midriff T-shirt that lewdly exposed his belly.
He was probably in his mid-twenties. And he was rather handsome, except
that he had dark-brown eyes that looked sinister to her.

"Well, Vicky?" he said, hooking a thumb in his front pocket. "You ready
to party?"

Victoria felt goose bumps rising on her satiny flesh when the brash
stranger called her by name. She had never seen him before in her life.
The other two guys mounted the wall, then all three of them jumped
nimbly down into the yard and began advancing around the pool, coming
toward her.

"Oh, dear God!" she gasped when she got a good look at all of them. "No!"

Those other two were carrying things that made Victoria's blood run cold
metal things that glittered in the shimmering light from the
still-undulating water in the pool.

Chains were draped over their shoulders, heavy chains of the type bikers
might use. Handcuffs dangling from the belt loops on their jeans swung
as they walked, and one of them wore a holster containing a big knife.
Both of them were carrying ropes and other items she couldn't quite make
out.

It was all happening so fast, Victoria couldn't be certain what she was
seeing except that it looked like something out of a nightmare.

They were approaching the terrified woman rapidly now. She kept her eyes
on them, searching frantically behind her back for the patio door
handle. They reminded her of horrid New York street gangs she had seen
in films only this was all too real!

"Go away!" Victoria yelped pitifully, gripping the door handle and
already knowing it was too late.

Before she could get inside the house, the big guy with the bandanna
grabbed her wrist, yanking her violently away from the door.

During the fleeting moment when that big hand first grasped her frail
wrist, Victoria froze with fear. She just stared open- mouthed at the
three guys, unable to believe they had come right into her back yard and
accosted her this way.

The muscle-bound guy with the midriff T- shirt and the red bandanna
seemed to be the leader. The youngest one, a blond teenager in jeans and
a Hawaiian shirt, had the outward appearance of a decent collegiate
type. But the other one, a big mean- looking Mexican with piercing blue
eyes, gave Victoria the creeps. Clad in jeans and a dirty-looking white
tank top, he was a powerful, savage-looking man with very dark skin. His
coal-black eyes seemed to flash with malevolence.

"Let's chain the bitch up and fuck her!" the big Latino said eagerly,
speaking in a booming baritone voice. "Get her swimsuit off!"

"Just a fuckin' minute, Raul" the guy with the bandanna said, holding
tightly to both of Victoria's wrists. He drew her close to his face.
"You want to fuck us nice, lady? Or you wanna make it bad for yourself?
Either way, don't make no difference to us"

The foul aromas of beer and tobacco wafted into her face from his mouth
as he spoke, causing her to wrinkle her nose.

"Get your hands off me, you scumbag!" she blurted. "I'd die before I'd
let trash like you touch me... that way."

"Don't let her talk to you like that. Chuck." the blond guy said,
seemingly excited by her little bit of resistance. "Slap the shit out of
her!"

There was a loud clattering noise as Raul dropped the heavy chains he'd
been carrying. He abruptly grabbed the back of her swimsuit and yanked,
ripping the zipper open clear down to her ass.

"Get the bitch naked and let's fuck her!" he demanded.

Victoria gasped with embarrassment as Chuck held her hands firmly while
the Mexican literally tore her swimsuit from her body, leaving her
standing stark naked before them.

"Yeah!" the blond exclaimed, grabbing one of her bare tits and squeezing
it. "You're real pretty, lady... real pretty!"

In the next instant, Victoria felt the Mexican's hands on her naked ass.
He was squeezing her fleshy ass cheeks and probing into the crevice of
her ass with one finger, causing her to lurch forward when he jabbed a
finger up her tight asshole.

When she lunged forward to escape the finger up her ass, her pussy
banged against Chuck's cock bulge, and she could tell he already had a
hard-on.

"Man!" Chuck laughed. "Look at that. She can't wait for it!"

He forced her hand down to his crotch, making her rub her delicate
fingertips over the outline of his big stiff prick in the denim. He
stared into her green eyes, obviously pleased by the shock he saw there.
Victoria had never felt so humiliated in her life.

"Feel her cunt, Scott." Chuck said to the blond. "See if she's gettin,
wet for my cock yet."

Scott's hot hand was suddenly groping in Victoria's crotch, his fingers
brushing through her fine blonde cunt hair and rubbing her cunt lips. At
the same time, she felt Raul's rough hands at her ass again, his jabbing
finger fucking her asshole again. She flinched as he started
finger-fucking her ass at the same time Scott crammed a finger into her
cunt hole.

"Dry," Scott said, frowning. "Her pussy's dry man."

"Shit" Chuck said in disgust. "Well, I'll take care of that in short
order. Here... hold her hands while I get little old Oscar out. He'll
get her all juicy."

"Oscar's his dick," Scott said, laughing boyishly as he took over
restraining Victoria.

Raul kept finger-fucking Victoria's asshole with one hand, rubbing the
satiny globes of her ass with the other. Scott held her wrists firmly,
licking his lips as he gazed fondly at her pelt, pink-nippled tits.
Victoria watched in dismay as Chuck unbuckled his belt and shoved his
jeans down onto his thighs. His hard prick sprang up as his jeans went
down, since he wore no underwear.

His circumcised cock was large, far larger than her husband's cock. The
muscular punk stood there for a moment, his feet planted far apart and
his bare mid-section and loins lewdly exposed as he jacked on his prick.
She could see a droplet of clear pre-cum glistening on his gaping piss
slit.

"I'm wet for you, baby." Chuck said, using his thumb to smear the
pre-cum over his cock head. "Gonna get you wet, right now."

Scott moved to one side, still holding Victoria's wrists as Chuck
stepped forward, aiming his prick at her vulnerable pussy.

Victoria's wind was racing. She glanced about frantically, wondering if
any of the neighbors were outside. If they weren't she knew she could
scream her head off without anyone hearing her, isolated as they were in
their air conditioned homes.

Quickly, she decided it would be wise to wait until these maniacs were
more preoccupied with her body. If she tried to scream for help right
now, they would be able to stop her too soon.

The big guy with his jeans down moved closer, nudging the drooling tip
of his rigid prick against her cunt gash. She involuntarily jerked back,
impaling her ass even deeper on the Mexican's finger.

"Here comes Oscar!" Chuck teased, holding her slender waist as he shoved
hard.

"Goddamn, this chick's got one fuckin' tight asshole!" Raul enthused.
"Her ass is about to snap my finger right off!"

Victoria sucked in a deep breath as she felt Chuck's mighty prick
fucking into her nervously clenching cunt hole.

"She's got a snappin' pussy, too, man!" Chuck laughed, burying about
half the length of his big fucker in her cunt. "Shit!"

The blond youth lowered his head and started sucking on one of her tit
tips, biting her tender nipple hard while he sucked.

"Like them sweet titties, huh, Scotty?" Chuck said, leaning back to
leave room for the guy's head between his own body and Victoria's. "Suck
the other one! She likes it!"

Scott moved to her other tit, alternately sucking gently and biting
cruelly on the rosebud nipple. At the same time, Chuck shoved hard
again, clinging to Victoria's waist as he fucked a bit more of his thick
prick into her resisting pussy. Behind her, Raul had gone to his knees
and was kissing the cheeks of her ass while he fucked his finger in and
out of her gripping asshole at a faster pace.

"You animals," Victoria murmured, staring into Chuck's handsome but
cruel face. "You all think you're such big men... does it really take
three of you to handle one woman?"

Chuck guffawed in her face, fucking his big cock in to the hairy root.

"I think you're woman enough for all of us," he said, holding her waist
tightly as he churned his fucker inside her cunt.

The sudden feeling of having her pussy stretched glove-tight around that
massive hunk of cock meat was more than Victoria could endure. She
gasped and her eyes widened, then she let her head roll forward, banging
her forehead against Chuck's brawny chest. Her sudden movement trapped
Scott's head between her tits and the big guy's abdomen. The tit he was
sucking pillowed against his face, making it impossible for him to
breathe.

At that instant, Victoria suddenly realized Scott had momentarily
lessened his grip on her wrists. Acting with the futile instincts of a
trapped animal, she made a futile effort to escape.

She jerked her hands free abruptly bringing one knee up and ramming it
into the blond youth's crotch. At the same time, her arm flew upward and
she slapped Chuck across the face with all her strength.

There was a flurry of activity as Scott fell away, clutching his crotch
and bending over in pain. Chuck was so startled by the slap that he
lurched backward, pulling his prick from Victoria's pussy so abruptly
that it caused a lewd suctioning sound as it popped out. When that
happened, she spun around, causing Raul's finger to come out of her
asshole. Before the surprised Mexican could get to his feet, she grabbed
his thick black hair with both hands and hit him in the jaw with her
knee, sending him sprawling on his ass.

Then, in a precious second when she was free of their hands. Victoria
broke into a run, heading for the high wall separating her property from
that of the neighbors. Her mind was in a whirl and the adrenaline pumped
madly as she ran naked toward the wall, toward freedom.

The punks were instantly in hot pursuit, scrambling after her like a
pack of mad dogs.

"Don't let her get over that fence!" Chuck yelled.

When she reached the wall, Victoria leaped with all her might, coming to
rest with her elbows atop the rough tile. Panting with terror, she threw
one leg up and over, clawing at the wall to keep from falling back
before she could get over the top.

Her eyes went wide with panic when she felt their big hands gripping the
one leg she hadn't gotten up yet.

"You fuckin' crazy bitch!" Scott snarled.

"You ain't goin nowhere, cunt!" she heard Chuck saying.

"Lemme at her!" Raul growled. "I'll kill her!"

Strong hands were gripping her leg. It felt like a dozen hands to her.
And they were dragging her back down, scraping her bare tits over the
rough tile at the top of the fence. She looked around frantically from
her momentary vantage point atop the wall. There were no signs of people
outside in the adjoining yards. She decided to scream for help, anyway,
knowing it might be her last chance.

"Help!" Victoria shrieked at the top of her lungs as she clawed at the
top of the wall in a futile effort to resist their tugging from below.
"Help! Rape! Rape! Oh. God! Help me, somebody!"

But she couldn't see a living soul anywhere around.

A second later, she lost her hold on the wall and slipped down, down
into the arms of those sex-crazed barbarians. As she went down, her chin
bit the top edge of the wail, and she thought for a moment it had
knocked her teeth loose. She was slightly stunned by the sharp blow, and
she slid without further resistance into their waiting hands.

Victoria was groggy for a few seconds. Her only awareness was of the
men's hands all over her naked body as they literally dragged her back
to the patio between the pool and the house.

She groaned pitifully as they threw her dawn onto the concrete beside
the patio table.

She was vaguely conscious of the heat still radiating from the concrete
patio floor.

Then she felt tiny pin points of coldness on her flesh. It took her a
moment to realize one of the men had dipped his hand in the pool and was
flicking water on her to bring her back to consciousness.

A cold chill shot through Victoria as she awoke to the clanking sounds
of chains being dragged about nearby. She opened her eyes and saw Chuck
with his jeans fastened again now standing over her. He was glaring down
at her, his upper lip curled in a sneer. Behind Chuck, she could see
that Raul and Scott were fooling with those heavy chains they had
brought along straightening the chains out, fastening metal cuffs to
them.

"Looks like we're gonna have to use these, after all," Scott said,
snapping a cuff onto the end of a chain.

"That's all right," Raul said in his deep voice. "It'll be more fun this
way."

"The bitch is awake." Chuck said, standing with his hands on his hips
and looking down at her.

The big Mexican dropped his chain and stomped over to where Victoria lay
on the concrete. He grabbed her long blonde hair and jerked her head up,
snarling angrily down at her.

"You stupid whore!" he bellowed. "We're either gonna fuck you or kill
you and I don't much give a shit which way it goes, Understand?"

He whipped a glinting dagger from the holster at his side touching the
razor- sharp edge of the blade lightly to Victoria's delicate throat.

It was then that she realized she had missed a lot while she had been in
her daze. Wanting to push the knife away from her throat, she discovered
her wrists were bound behind her back with rope or something. Then she
found that her ankles were also tied securely. She trembled in terror,
hating the awful sensation of that knife blade against her throat.

"I mean it, bitch," Haul said, his dark eyes glinting with evil. "I'll
cut your goddamned throat if you act up again. Got that, blondy?"

"Yes," Victoria rasped meekly, lying quite still.

Chuck squatted down beside her, gently drawing Raul's hand and the knife
away from her throat.

"It's too soon, Raul," Chuck said condescendingly. "Let's have our fun
with her then you can slit her fuckin' throat, for all I care. But I
wanna fuck her while she's alive and warm, man"

"Yeah!" Scott agreed, still fumbling with chains and manacles. "I don't
wanna fuck no dead chick. Raul. You put that fuckin' blade away till
later."

"Oh, dear God in heaven!" Victoria cried loudly, squirming on the hot
concrete. "Why me?"

"Why you?" Chuck mocked her. "Because you're a cunt, and you're here
that's why."

Victoria started crying, writhing in misery as they laughed at her
helplessness. Warm tears streaked down each side of her pretty face,
running into her hairline. Her vision blurred with burning tears and she
felt as if she might vomit.

"Hey, Chuck," Scott called. "We gonna fuck her out here or in the house?"

"Let's do it out here." Raul suggested, sliding his dagger back into its
holster. "Be easy to dip her in the pool to clean her up between fucks."

"She's liable to start yellin' for help again," Scott said, staring at
the twin peaks of her tits. "I say we ought to take her inside."

"I'll fix her up so she won't do any more yelling," Chuck said.

He untied the red bandanna on his head and started wadding it up as he
moved it toward Victoria's face.

"Oh, no! Please!" she gasped. "Don't gag me I can't stand that! I'll
keep quiet I promise."

"We can't take any chances," Chuck said, pushing the wadded bandanna
against her lips. "C'mon, now, open up like a good girl."

"Oh, please!" she begged, turning her face quickly away.

Ignoring her plea, Chuck crammed the rag into her mouth forcefully.
Victoria was disgusted. She could taste the big guy's salty sweat on the
smelly bandanna as it filled her mouth, and she despised those masculine
flavors and odors. She groaned through the nauseating gag, hoping she
wouldn't throw up and choke to death on her own vomit.

"There," Chuck said, once he had crammed as much of the bandanna as
possible into her mouth. "That ought to keep you quiet."

"Let's get the chains on her." Raul urged. "How about chaining her to
the diving board? That way, if her pussy gets too hot from all the
fuckin', we can dunk her and cool her off."

"You and your damned chains!" Chuck said, shaking his head. "Those ropes
are doin' just fine, man. You don't see her goin' anywhere, do you?"

"Aw, Chuck!" Scott whined. "Let us chain the bitch up. All women belong
in chains, far as I'm concerned."

"Yeah," Raul agreed. "The only good woman's a chained woman. It makes
'em hot, man."

"It makes me hot, too." the blond youth said, leering at Victoria's
naked, bound body.

Victoria couldn't believe it. Scott looked like such a nice, clean-cut
young man. But he was obviously as warped as the other two guys maybe
worse, judging from the way he kept fondling those chains and manacles
so fondly.

Looks can certainly be deceiving, Victoria thought.

While the guys discussed what to do with her, she kept thinking about
something she hadn't had much time to seriously consider. One of them
had called her by her name when they first came over the wall. How did
they know who she was?

A horrid thought kept flitting through her mind, something eerie and
formless, like a bat flitting about in a dark cave a thought so hideous
she couldn't really bring herself to focus on it.

Was it possible that her frustrated husband had sent these barbarians to
punish her for her coldness? Was that the real reason Andy had left
town? Surely not!

Andy was a bit peculiar, but he wasn't insane.

CHAPTER THREE

While Chuck went in the house in search of beer, Raul and Scott removed
the ropes from Victoria's wrists and ankles, gleefully replacing them
with heavy metal manacles and chains.

If Victoria hadn't been gagged, she could have told the maniacs there
was no beer in the house. She and Andrew had no taste for such low-class
beverages, preferring fine wines and delicate liqueurs.

When they had the manacles secured on her, the two guys picked Victoria
up and carried her around the pool to the low diving board at the deep
end.

"Look at that pink little-girl pussy," said Scott, who had her feet.
"Man, that's eatin' stuff!"

"She's got a cute butt on her," Raul said. "I'm gonna fuck that sweet
ass, too."

"Don't you ever fuck pussy, man?"

"Not when there's a hot ass like hers around."

The chains clattered as they hauled Victoria out onto the diving board.
They laid her out lengthwise on the springy board.

Then a brief argument ensued over whether she should be bound face down
or face up. Raul wanted her on her stomach, and Scott wanted her on her
back. Chuck came out of the house with a bottle of wine and settled the
argument she would be bound face up.

The ass-crazy Mexican muttered irritably about the decision, but be
helped Scott wrap the cold heavy chains around the prone young woman,
binding her securely to the diving board.

When they finished securing the chains, Victoria was lying on her back
atop the board, her manacled wrists fastened together beneath the board.
Her ankles were also secured beneath the board, which caused her legs
bent at the knees and spread to be sprawled open like those of a frog.
The position made her pretty pussy gape open, revealing the glistening
pink inner cunt folds.

Heavy chains criss-crossed her chest, making a big X between her
upthrust fits. Her ripe nipples stood atop the pale mounds of her tits
like cherries atop luscious mounds of whipped cream, and her long blonde
hair cascaded over the edges of the diving board, hanging down and
glinting in the eerie light from the pool beneath.

Satisfied with their handiwork, Scott and Raul abandoned Victoria,
joining Chuck at pool side.

The three guys stood around and guzzled wine from the bottle, all of
them staring hungrily at the chained woman while they passed the bottle
around like winos in a park.

While they polished off that fine vintage in such an uncouth manner,
Victoria kept trying to use her tongue to push that wadded-up bandanna
out of her mouth hoping to gain another opportunity to cry out for help.
But it was impossible. Chuck had crammed the entire bandanna into her
mouth, and now that wet rag was wedged in quite securely. She couldn't
budge it with her tongue.

Victoria kept wondering why these punks weren't ransacking the house for
jewelry and other valuables. In the back of her mind, she already knew
the reason. But her conscious mind simply would not accept the obvious
that Andrew had arranged to have her terrorized by these young
barbarians. It just couldn't be!

"Let's get naked and fuck her," Chuck suggested casually. He tossed the
empty wine bottle over onto the grass, rubbing his prominent cock-bulge.
"And this time by God, I'm gonna finish." He glanced malevolently at
Victoria's prone figure. "Yeah, this time. I'm gonna empty my balls in
that bitch's cunt."

Scott rubbed his own crotch lewdly. "Shit, man, just lookin' at her all
chained up and naked like that's got me so fuckin' hot I'm about to
cream my jeans."

"I'm fuckin' her first," Raul said confidently as he began to strip.

"The hell you are!" Chuck said as he started tearing his clothes off,
too. "After you've dipped that big fucker of yours in her pussy, she'll
be so goddamned stretched Scott and me might just fall in."

"Look, man," Raul snarled. "I'm not stickin' my prick in any cunt that's
already full of you guys' cum." He kicked his sneakers off, glaring at
Chuck. "I'm first."

"You're last, Raul." Chuck said with a tone of finality. "And don't
gimme any more lip."

As the three guys stripped, Victoria kept her head raised, watching as
they threw their clothes on the chaise lounges by the pool.

As their masculine bodies were revealed, she kept staring, feeling a
strange mixture of utter revulsion and hypnotic fascination. Until
tonight, she had never been fucked by any man except her husband, and
she was curious about other men. She was particularly curious about the
Mexican's cock, since their conversation had indicated he was
exceptional. She hoped they exaggerated.

Victoria's eyes widened and her pulse quickened when Raul pushed his red
briefs down his muscular thighs. His stiff uncircumcised prick sprang up
as his underwear went down, slapping against his abdomen with an audible
thud.

They had not exaggerated. That brawny savage had a cock on him the likes
of which Victoria had never even imagined, and his dark hairy balls were
immense. His cock and balls looked to her as if they belonged on an
animal, rather than on a man.

When she began to groan in dismay through the gag, all the men laughed
at her. But her gaze was riveted to Raul's big brown fucker, and she
couldn't stop looking. It was unbelievable.

"She's payin' attention now." Chuck said with a laugh.

"You like it, bitch?" Raul said, his white teeth gleaming as he skinned
back his colossal cock and wagged it at her. "One of my women calls it
the dick of death."

He started jacking proudly on his hard- on, keeping the glistening cock
head aimed at Victoria. She cringed at the lewd sight and shut her eyes,
bumping the back of her head against the diving board. She knew she
would survive being fucked by Scott and Chuck, even though Chuck was
well hung. But she couldn't imagine living through being impaled on that
brown barbarian' s immense cock. He simply wasn't human!

Victoria felt the diving board bouncing slightly and opened her eyes to
discover that Chuck had joined her. He was standing over her, straddling
her prone body. From her vantage point, the muscle-bound young stud
looked like a bigger-than-life sculpture towering up against the black
vault of the night sky, his naked body illuminated from below by the
pool lights. His prick stood out from his hairy groin like an obscene
club and, behind his hairy balls, she could see the split of his ass.

"You won't slap me this time." he said, his hands on his hips as he
looked down at her. "No more slappin' and kickin', you blonde bitch
goddess... just nice mellow fuckin' now. Right?"

Raul and Scott sat down on the edge of the pool, dangling their legs in
the water as they watched and urged Chuck on.

Victoria sucked in a deep breath through her flared nostrils as the
shaggy-haired guy stepped back and knelt between her sprawled legs.

"I like to eat pussy just before I fuck it," he said, lowering his head
between her legs.

The heavy chains criss-crossing her chest were cold against Victoria's
tits, and her legs already ached from the awful frog- like position.

She flinched when she felt Chuck's hot tongue touch the sensitive lips
of her cunt. It was disgusting! She had never permitted Andy to engage
in such perverse behavior, even though he had often expressed a desire
to lap her pussy. Victoria had no interest in sucking cock, and she had
never been able to accept that a man might find pleasure in poking his
tongue around in a woman's cunt. It just seemed like something animals
might do but not civilized people.

"Go for it. Chuck!" Scott urged, jacking off frantically as he sat on
the pool's edge.

"Eat that pussy, man! Yeah!"

Chuck certainly didn't need any encouragement. He was lapping up and
down Victoria's cunt gash with mounting fervor now. And, while he licked
her gaping pussy, he was reaching upward with both bands, kneading her
chained tits.

She squirmed uncomfortably, wishing he would stop doing that. How could
he enjoy such a depraved thing? Her mother had been right men were
nothing but animals. They would stick their cocks and their tongues in
anything when they were hot. They needed to be disciplined, for their
own good.

Chuck dug his fingers into the upthrust mounds of her creamy tits,
swiping his thumbs over her rosy nipples while he slurped like a hungry
wolf at her open pussy. Then, abruptly, he fucked his stiffened tongue
deep into her cunt hole, plastering his lips to the rim of her pussy
lips.

Victoria felt the guy's nose nudging her cut while he tongue-fucked her
cunt hole, sending strange sensations surging through her loins. She had
never had a mouth on her pussy before, and it was a bizarre sensation to
her. Interesting, too. But it was still a repulsive thing for a man to
be doing.

She bucked her hips, rattling the chains and causing the diving board to
bounce slightly. She meant to try and buck the guy's face from between
her legs. But all she succeeded in doing was thrusting her pussy up
harder against his sucking mouth.

"Look at that!" Raul exclaimed, slowly stroking his massive hard-on.
"She likes it!"

"No, I don't think so," Scott said. "She's still trying to get him off
her."

"She'll learn to like it pretty soon," Raul muttered, narrowing his
strange blue eyes as he watched. "They all do."

Chuck slapped Victoria hard on the ass to settle her down. Then he
resumed his cunt-lapping with even more zeal, his big hands returning to
maul her tits some more.

Victoria cringed as the young hoodlum made obscene slurping sounds
between her legs. It was humiliating for her, lying there on display
like that, her bent legs spread so widely and her cunt so vulnerable to
the lewd explorations of his tongue. And having the others watch that
way only added to her feeling of being degraded.

When Chuck raised his shaggy head at last, Victoria relaxed a bit,
hoping he was finished with licking her pussy. It reminded her of things
she had seen dogs do in the streets.

"Don't you ever juice up, baby?" Chuck whispered as he crawled atop her
naked body. "What the fuck's your problem?"

She could only moan through her gag as she felt the big guy's cock
pressing into her crotch and his chest flattening her chain- bound tits.
Why did her husband and this guy seem to expect her cunt to get all
juicy when they touched her? Her cunt had never been runny like that,
and she would have been appalled if she did respond that way. Nice women
didn't go round with cunt juice running down their thighs; that was
something that happened to sluts and loose women, not to ladies.

Chuck was wiggling his hips, nudging his hard-on insistently against her
pussy- slot as he started kissing her rag-stuffed mouth.

Victoria nearly swallowed the bandanna, she was so utterly repulsed by
the faint odor of her own cunt on his mouth. How could this maniac
imagine any decent woman would want to kiss him right after he'd had his
mouth on her pussy? She groaned and whined through the gag, turning her
face aside quickly to avoid Chuck's kiss.

"Listen, bitch," he said, holding her chin roughly, "I'm gonna get you
all wet, wet for my cock... and you're gonna like it. Understand?"

The anger she could see flashing in his brown eyes caused her to nod in
silent agreement.

Chuck raised up on both arms, causing the diving board to jiggle as he
shoved the spongy head of his prick against Victoria's cunt slit. As he
increased the pressure, he stared into her green eyes as if daring her
to resist.

She grunted as she felt his cock slipping into the resisting tightness
of her fuck- hole, but there was nothing she could do to stop the
penetration. Her body stiffened with tension as Chuck's big prick
flicked deeper and deeper into her cunt. It was a most unpleasant
sensation, and even though she tried to make it easy on herself by
relaxing and taking his prick, her cunt muscles involuntarily clenched
tightly, causing the slow penetration to be painful.

When Chuck's cock bottomed out, the hairy base of his prick spreading
her clenching cunt lips, she couldn't keep from moaning. She knew the
macho bastard would interpret it as a moan of divine pleasure, but it
was a moan of intolerable pain. God, how she hated that wretched
sensation of having her guts stuffed, with a man's filthy prick!

"You like that, huh, baby?" Chuck said, grinning. "I thought you would.
You just relax now, and I'm gonna make it real good for you."

She wanted to tell him how much she hated it all - hated his
cunt-tainted breath in her face, his damned prick in her pussy, his
hairy groin scouting her soft belly, his arrogant attitude. She loathed
it all. But she was helplessly bound and gagged, and she could only lie
there and take it. Damn him, anyway!

Chuck started humping, fucking his cock slowly in her cunt at first. He
watched her face for signs of the bliss he thought she should be
experiencing then he frowned when her pained expression failed to change.

He buried his prick balls-deep in her cunt and brought his face close to
hers again.

"I've got a message for you, Vicky," he said, a wicked glint in his dark
eyes.

There it was again! He called her by her name again. Victoria's whole
body tensed again as she gazed up into his face.

"Andy sends his love, baby."

Her pussy convulsed on Chuck's embedded cock and her green eyes opened
wide in shock and bewilderment.

It was true! Andrew, had sent these sex maniacs to punish her. Oh, God!
How could he?

Tears welled up in her eyes and she whined pitifully through the gag.
She closed her eyes to obliterate her view of Chuck's grinning face. But
hot tears continued to seep from beneath her long blonde lashes,
streaking down her temples as she lay there on the diving board,
helplessly impaled by a stranger's big cock.

Chuck didn't have to say anything more. He could tell she knew the ugly
truth now. He grinned with sadistic pleasure at the way so few words had
hurt her so deeply. She was suffering a pain now that was more intense
than any physical pain he could inflict on her, and that excited him. He
started fucking her again, his bare ass pumping rapidly as he elevated
himself above her on stiffened arms.

Then, to their mutual surprise, the diving board was set in motion by
Chuck's rhythmic humping causing her loins to slam upward against his
groin, with each downward fuck thrust he made.

"All right!" he exclaimed, thrilled by the results of the board's
motion. He quickly found the best rhythm to keep her and the diving
board bouncing in counterpoint to his cock-thrusts. "Hey, guys! This is
wild! What a fuck!"

"Now, that's fucking" Scott said clapping his hands in boyish glee as he
watched the bizarre spectacle.

Victoria was utterly appalled.

Without any effort on her part, she was lurching upward with the diving
board every time Chuck lunged downward, impaling her pussy on his big
fucker with every bounce of the board. Their groins banged together
violently as he kept himself elevated above her, his head lowered as he
watched her pussy involuntarily gobbling his cock.

"You like it yet?" the shaggy-haired stud asked, his attention riveted
to his hard-on and her bouncing pussy. "Huh?"

You stupid asshole, she thought. Do I look like I like it?

She shut her eyes again, hating the sight of his face above her. The
warm salty tears started to flow again as she wondered how her
aristocratic husband bad ever come to know such trashy people, wondered
how he had ever become embittered enough to have turned her over to such
barbarians. The pain of that was far worse than the physical pain and
humiliation they were inflicting on her. It was the betrayal that hurt
the most, Every time the bouncing diving board fucked her cunt all the
way onto Chuck's down thrust prick, Victoria grunted through her gag.
She could feel no sense of arousal as his cock gouged so deeply into her
pussy, there was only pain and revulsion.

She felt his cum-laden balls slap into the crevice of her ass each time
his fucker plunged into her pussy, and the wiry hair of his crotch was
rubbing her cunt lips raw as he churned his hips from side to side at
the bottom of each fuck-lunge. Her tits, framed by the criss-crossed
chains, jiggled crazily on her chest as her body bounced madly with the
springy diving board.

"Damn!" Chuck gasped, droplets of sweat beginning to sparkle on his
suntanned body. "This is one fuckin' tight cunt! Shit! The frictions too
fuckin' much!"

Victoria sobbed, the guttural sounds of her suffering muffled by the
bandanna stuffed in her mouth. She knew why this crazy bastard was
raving about what a great fuck she was it was because her unresponsive
pussy was still dry and unlubricated. She was not aroused by all this
fucking, and her cuntal walls were not secreting the lubricating juices
that could have smoothed the way for Chuck's plundering prick.

By her very lack of arousal, she was inadvertently giving the crazy son
of a bitch a thrilling fuck as her dry, nervously clenching cunt walls
provided intense friction for his fucking cock.

He increased the rotating motion of his ass as the diving board bounced
faster, fucking his prick onto her pussy at drastically varying angles.
It was just ghastly for Victoria. She was afraid the horny bastard was
going to rupture her guts with his gouging prick, so that she might shit
through her cunt before it was over. She had never dreamed a man's cock
could deliver such awful punishment to woman's body.

Scott and Raul were still sitting at the edge of the pool, jacking off
wantonly as they watched and eagerly awaited their turns at flicking the
helplessly chained young woman. They beat their meat with exuberant
delight as the diving board bounced wildly, adding an interesting
dimension to the fucking as its motion caused the bound woman to
involuntarily impale her pussy violently on Chuck's prick.

Victoria's dangling arms swung beneath the bouncing board, and the
chains that were wrapped around her naked body clattered noisily against
the edges of the board. And the manner in which her ankles were chained
together below the board caused her calves to rub constantly against the
board's edges. The pain from that continuous friction against her calves
was so bad at times that it almost made her forget the suffering of her
abused pussy.

Chuck had considerable staying power, and the muscle-bound young stud
kept the diving board and Victoria bouncing wildly for a long time. And,
all the while, he supported himself on his brawny arms, his head lowered
as he watched the thrilling sight of her golden-haired cunt slamming up
and down on his blue-veined, prick.

Once in a while, as the mad fucking went on amidst the clattering of the
chains and the thumping of the diving board, Chuck's gaze would roam up
to Victoria's jiggling tit mounds. He would occasionally lower his head
and lap at a pink nipple, but he always raised up and resumed watching
that obscene coupling of cock and cunt. It was apparent that sex was as
much a visual as a tactile experience for him.

"Hurry up and finish, man," Scott demanded irritably. "I'm gonna blow my
wad just watchin', if you don't let me at her pretty soon..."

Chuck kept fucking as he glanced back over his shoulder at Scott.

"Well, stop jackin' off, stupid!" he suggested.

"I can't!" the blond youth complained. "I'm too hot!"

"It's the chains." Raul said, chuckling. "The kid gets loco whenever lie
sees a woman in chains."

Chuck stopped fucking and the diving board ringing as he glared over his
shoulder at their young companion.

"You better not waste yourself beatin' off, Scott." he said with an
authoritative tone. "Andy wants us to fuck this bitch all night long,
man... and it's gonna take all three of us to keep her entertained. Now
you just control yourself till I unload my balls in this cunt. Okay?"

"But hurry!" Scott urged, still stroking his hard-on.

"Knock it off, fuck-head!" Raul snarled as he slapped the boy's hand
away from his cock.

Upset by what Chuck had said about Andy wanting them to fuck her all
night long, Victoria was getting hysterical again. She was rolling her
head from side to side on the board, her long hair flailing the air
where it dangled over the pool, and she was moaning pitifully through
the foul- tasting gag.

"Settle down, bitch!" Chuck snapped, slapping her across the jaw.

The slap, though not brutal, startled her. She grew still again, her
eyes full of hatred as she stared up at the shaggy-haired man whose
stiff prick was still buried in her pussy. She wished she could bite his
damned cock off with her cunt!

Chuck started fucking her hard again, quickly getting back into a rhythm
that had the bouncing board jamming her cunt onto his fucker right to
the hairy base with every lunge. She grunted loudly at each deep
impalement, wondering how her cunt could take such abuse without
something tearing.

As the crazy bouncy fuck got underway again, Scott grabbed his cock and
started jacking off once more. Raul slapped the youth's hand away again,
reminding him of Chuck's orders. The blond, almost unable to control his
horny eagerness, sat on his own hands to keep them from straying back to
his hard-on. His tongue kept running lewdly across his dry lips as he
watched their buddy fucking the chained up woman so viciously.

Victoria was getting dizzy from the constant rapid bouncing, and once
again she feared she might throw up while she was gagged and choke to
death on her own vomit. It was a constant fear she'd had ever since
Chuck had crammed that damned bandanna in her mouth.

When she saw the lusty expression on his face becoming even more
contorted as his nostrils flared and his tongue lolled out, she was
almost relieved to know he was about to shoot his cumload into her cunt.
They had said the Mexican would fuck her last, so she knew the blond boy
would be on her when Chuck finished. But, whatever Scott did could
hardly be worse than the brutal assault she was enduring now.

"Awww, man!" Chuck suddenly howled as his back arched downward and he
rotated his ass frantically. He threw his head back, grin ding his
deeply embedded cock in Victoria's pussy. "I'm cummin', baby! Jizzin'
your cunt good!"

Victoria knew damned well he was cumming. She could feel the hot
explosions in the depths of her cunt as his cock belched shot after shot
of cum. His muscular body shuddered above her, and he collapsed onto
her, mashing her chained tits with his chest, his weight causing air
from her lungs to wheeze from her nose.

And she was squirming beneath the climaxing punk but not squirming with
pleasure. She was writhing in disgust as she felt that rotten bastard's
endless cum-load sliming her cock stuffed cunt. It was the first time
any man other than her husband had cum in her pussy and she loathed the
idea that a part of him had now become a part of her. Chuck threw a few
more cock-thrusts into her as he finished cumming, biting one of her
nipples hard as he fucked. His slippery jism had finally lubricated her
flick- hole, and now his big prick pumped in and out easily as his
drained balls dangled between her spread thighs.

Victoria's feeling of nausea was enhanced when she suddenly felt the
man's warm cum foaming out around his fucking cock, running over her
stretched cunt lips and draining down into the crack of her ass. Andrew
had never fucked her hard enough or long enough to slime up her whole
crotch that way; she would never have permitted it.

The lewd sensation of having a man's cum bubbling out of her
cock-stuffed cunt was abhorrent to Victoria. She wrinkled her nose and
shivered with revulsion.

Chuck slithered his willing, cummy cock from her sodden cunt and sat
back on his heels, looking at her as she gazed hatefully up at him. A
strange smile curled his upper lip.

"You never did get off, did you?" he whispered, narrowing his dark eyes.

Victoria shook her head, proud that she had not had an orgasm while this
brutal bastard was fucking her. He made her sick with his macho
arrogance.

"I didn't think so." he said condescendingly. "Shit, I bet you never had
an orgasm in your life, you cold bitch."

Victoria just stared at him, not responding. What he said was true she
had never experienced an orgasm in her life, and she didn't expect to
ever have one.

But she didn't consider that any great tragedy.

CHAPTER FOUR

Chuck rose to his feet, causing the diving board to bobble slightly. Cum
was still dripping from his limp prick, spattering warmly on Victoria's
thigh as he stood there looking down at her in disgust.

It was obvious he was pissed off because he hadn't been able to fuck her
into an orgasm. Victoria lay there passively now, but her expressive
green eyes conveyed a message of pure defiance as she gazed up at the
man who had just fucked her so savagely.

Her pussy was raw and sore, and her crotch glistened with Chuck's
slippery cum, which was still oozing from her abused fuck- hole. Her
legs, still sprawled and bent frog-like, ached so intensely she could
hardly endure it. The heavy chains that criss- crossed her fits were
cold against her warm flesh. And her shoulders hurt from having her
wrists manacled that way beneath the board on which she lay.

But the gag was the worst of it, by far. Chuck's bandanna had swollen
inside her mouth as it absorbed her saliva. And now her jaw seemed to
have been pried as far open as possible by the expanding rag that
clogged her mouth. The strained muscles of her jaw burned with pain, and
her open lips felt dry and parched. She couldn't budge her tongue, which
was compressed by the wet bandanna.

She knew, as she lay there bound to the diving board and spread like
some dead frog on display, that these awful men were in control of her
physically, at any rate.

But her indomitable spirit remained as strong as ever.

Chuck sensed that as be stood over her prone form, meeting her cold gaze
with a steely stare of his own. But she stared him down, the powerful
hatred in her gaze almost electrifying the air between them.

"Bitch," he rasped under his breath. Then he glanced back over his
shoulder at his buddies. "Okay, Scotty-she's all yours."

Chuck took a dive into the pool below as the blond youth jumped and
trotted out on the diving board, his eagerness to get his hands on their
chained captive all too apparent.

Victoria raised her head slightly to see Scott approaching. His
circumcised cock bobbed stiffly as he walked. His cock was about the
size of her husband's cock Had he been in the company of normal men, it
would have been considered a large prick. But, by comparison with
Chuck's huge fucker and Raul's donkeycock, Scott's cock didn't look
particularly impressive to Victoria. After 'what she had just been
through with Chuck, she anticipated that getting fucked by Scott would
seem like child's play.

Scott stood between. Victoria's spread knees, looking down at her
cum-sodden crotch. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

"Damn, Chuck," he said. "Is this any way to treat a lady?" He knelt,
examining her spread cunt up close. "Man, you made a hell of a mess
here... and I wanted to eat this sweet pussy too!"

Chuck was splashing around in the water and didn't hear Scott.

"Aw, man!" Raul laughed from the pool's edge. "You're not gonna eat her
out right after Chuck fucked her, are you?"

"Hey, let's get real here," Scott said, caressing Victoria's satiny
thighs fondly. "Any guy that eats pussy has to know other men's cocks
have been where his mouth is. No big fuckin' deal." His roaming hands
slid into her cum slimed crotch. "Yuk! I want to eat pussy, not Chuck's
fizz. Throw me my T- shirt, Raul."

Scott caught the shirt when the Mexican tossed it, then he bent and
dipped it in the water and started meticulously cleaning Victoria's
crotch.

"There now," he said pleasantly when he had cleaned her raw and ranged
pussy thoroughly. "Isn't that better, ma'am?"

Victoria nodded appreciatively.

What a nice boy, she thought. Of course, she realized all this was
relative, that Scott was about to rape her, too. But at least, he was
considerate enough to remember she was a person not just a hole to be
fucked.

She flinched with surprise when Scott probed into her gaping cunt slot
and gripped her clit with his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed hard,
watching her face anxiously as she groaned in pain.

"You like this, lady?" the boy asked. "Most girls do. You'll have to
excuse Chuck. He only thinks about what feels good to him. He doesn't
understand a girl's clitty needs a little attention."

Victoria suddenly realized the sadistic young man was only teasing her
with his facade of caring. He was pinching her cunt so hard the pain
caused her to squirm her ass against the board's rough surface.

"Yet " Scott said, smiling. "Nice, huh?" She knew that he knew she was
not squirming because it felt nice. Pain from her pinched cut radiated
through her loins like a spreading wildfire, and she groaned through her
gag.

Just when Victoria thought she might faint from the pain, Scott released
his grip on her clit and started caressing her inner thighs tenderly
again. She let out a long breath through flared nostrils, and her tense
body relaxed.

"Tell you what I'm gonna do, lady," the blond youth said, his mellow
voice deceivingly soothing. "I'm gonna lick your pretty pink pussy and
suck your cut till you cum, then I'm gonna fuck you till I cum. Then
we'll both be happy. Right?"

It'll be a cold day in hell when I orgasm over the likes of you,
Victoria thought. And, if she could have spoken, she would have told him
so.

"You know, you're really pretty." Scott said sweetly as he grasped her
chain- bound tits and gazed at her face. "'You mind if I sit on that
pretty face while I eat you out?"

Victoria was in no position to refuse. But the hard look she gave Scott
made it clear he was not welcome to sit on her face.

That didn't stop him, though. He maneuvered around into a sixty-nine
position atop the helpless young woman, almost losing his balance on the
diving board before he got situated with his crotch over her face and
her pussy beneath his face.

Victoria could see now at very close range that Scott was a true blond,
all over. The dense hair on his groin and balls was as golden as the
hair on his head, and curly blond hair lined the crack of his ass. He
was like her, blond everywhere.

Chuck climbed from the pool, watching the couple on the diving board
while he fumbled in his things for a pack of cigarettes. Lighting his
smoke, he plopped on the concrete edge of the pool beside Raul to watch
the festivities.

"Hey, Scotty," Chuck advised. "take the gag out of her mouth and let her
suck you off while you eat her out. A cock can keep her mouth full just
as well as my bandanna does."

"Yeah!" Raul urged. "Fuck the bitch's mouth!"

Grinning, Scott sat back on his haunches at the end of the board and
started pulling the spit soaked bandanna from Victoria's mouth. She made
faint gurgling sounds as the big red rag came out of her mouth like an
endless stream of handkerchiefs from a magician's sleeve.

"If you make one fuckin' sound," Scott warned her. "I'll give you a fist
right in the kisser and you'll be smilin' without any teeth then. And I
fuckin' well mean it. Understand?"

Relieved to have that awful wad of wet fabric being drawn from her
mouth, Victoria nodded. Her stretched jaw muscles were causing her such
discomfort by now that she had actually come to the point where she
would rather have had a prick in her mouth than endure another second of
that abominable gag. It would be the lesser of two evils, in any event.

The last of the wet rag came out of her mouth, and Victoria worked her
sore jaw muscles and licked her dry lips. She sighed with blessed
relief. Strangely, the magnitude of the relief she felt seemed out of
all proportion to the minor abuse that had caused the pain. But it felt
so wonderful to be able to close her mouth again, to move her tongue
about inside, to swallow her spit and lick her lips. It made her
grateful for very small favors.

Victoria's gratefulness was short-lived, however.

Before she really had time to enjoy the release of all that tension in
her jaw muscles, she was rudely startled by the blunt head of Scott's
pink prick nudging at her lips. The youth was wildly aroused, and
pre-cum seeping from his piss slit quickly lubricated her lips. "Open up
now," Scotty said patiently as his cock tip parted her lips and hit her
teeth. "You make it good for me, and I'll make it good for you."

Victoria wanted to scream. But she realized by now that Scott was not
the sweet young man he appeared to be. She had no doubt he would carry
through with his threat of knocking her teeth out if she gave him any
trouble. So she opened her mouth for his prick.

Instantly, her mouth was filled with the blond youth's hard hot cock
meat. She had to fight to control her gag reflexes as she tasted the
bleachy flavor of his pre-cum and felt it leaving a coating of warm
slime all over her tongue.

"Make her take it all." Raul suggested, his dark eyes flashing with
excitement as he watched. "Right down to the balls, man!"

Victoria felt Scott's mouth clamp onto her cunt at the same moment his
stiff prick plugged her throat. She gagged around the unwelcome
intrusion into her throat as his blond crotch hair tickled her chin and
his balls pillowed over her nose. Her violated throat muscles clenched
spastically on the head of his cock.

"Look at this, guys!" Scott rasped, gyrating his ass and billowing his
warm breath over the raw and sensitive folds of her cunt meat. "This
bitch can take all you can feed her!"

"We'll see about that later," Raul muttered, stroking his colossal cock.

Victoria felt the boy's tongue fuck into her sore cunt hole. But she was
barely aware of what he was doing to her pussy, because she was being
overwhelmed by having her gullet stuffed full of prick.

He raised his hips, drawing about half the length of his prick from her
mouth. She took the opportunity to swallow quickly, overcoming the urge
to throw up.

Scott began tongue-fucking her pussy zealously while he fucked her face
in counter-rhythm. Every time his prick plunged into her mouth, his
tongue came out of her cunt; and every time his tongue fucked in, his
cock withdrew.

In the interest of self-defense, Victoria soon figured out how to deal
with the unprecedented experience of having a stiff cock pumping in and
out of her mouth. Unlike a tongue in her pussy, a cock in her mouth was
not something she could ignore. She quickly realized she had to
participate and really do some cock-sucking, or choke to death.

She became so preoccupied with learning how to time her breathing and
swallowing with cock in her month that she was only vaguely aware of
Scott's busy mouth on her cunt. He was using both hands now to stretch
her pussy lips wide, revealing the glistening crimson folds of cunt
flesh inside. Her open pussy resembled a dew-covered blossom, the
interior folds a deeper color than normal because of the rough fucking
Chuck had just given her.

Getting the hang of cock-sucking at last, Victoria found it was possible
to take Scott's prick deep into her throat by angling her neck so the
cock shaft went straight in. She couldn't believe she was taking all of
a guy's cock into her throat this way - she knew she could never had
done it if she hadn't been forced.

Lewd slurping noises from her crotch drew Victoria's attention back to
what Scott was doing to her.

He was still holding her cunt open with his fingers, running his tongue
all over the soft interior flaps of pussy flesh, stabbing his tongue
intermittently into her gaping fuck-hole.

She hadn't realized it until now, but each time Scott's stiffened tongue
fucked into her cunt hole, Victoria was gasping with pleasure around his
prick. Now, aware of that small bit of wanton pleasure he was giving
her, she controlled her responses. She didn't want to experience any
pleasure with these beasts, and she certainly didn't want them to think
they could give her any pleasure, no matter how fleeting.

Scott went on lapping Victoria's pussy, obviously relishing the task as
he slurped and snorted like an animal between her legs.

And, all the while, his bare ass bounced as he fucked her face, causing
obscene suctioning sounds in her throat from time to time with his
plunging prick.

Watching Scott's hairy ass pump just above her eyes and feeling his
cum-laden balls bumping her nose each time his prick sank into her
throat, Victoria tried to steel herself against the myriad sensations
bombarding her senses. She couldn't imagine what had come over her,
allowing herself to feel even a trace of pleasure under such dreadful
circumstances. How could her body betray her at a time like this? No
decent woman could possibly find an iota of pleasure in a thing like
this.

Scott's rhythmic cock-lunges into Victoria's mouth soon had the diving
board springing again at the steady tempo. And, as had happened when
Chuck was fucking her, that bouncing of the board to which she was bound
made it seem that she was voraciously gobbling cock.

The other two men were laughing at the erotic sight and challenging
Scott to bury his whole head in her cunt.

It seemed to Victoria that the youth was trying to do just that as he
sank his chin deeply into her loosened cunt hole and clamped his mouth
over the lower part of her pussy. She felt his hot breath wafting over
her exposed asshole as he chewed at the lower juncture of her cunt lips
and wallowed his jutting chin in her slippery fuck-hole. She only hoped
to God that slipperiness was from Chuck's cum and Scott's slobber-but
she could no longer be certain she wasn't juicing up from all the
excessive stimulation.

The suspicion that her cunt might be getting juicy in response to the
efforts of these cruel bastards made her sick. She tried to focus her
mind on anything except what was happening, tried to ignore the
titillation of Scott's mouth on her pussy and the lewdness of his prick
in her mouth. She tried to think about home, visualizing the green hills
of Ireland, remembering a time when she was pure and innocent.

"Look at that slut!" Raul exclaimed, jabbing Chuck in the ribs with his
elbow. "She's already learned how to deep-throat a cock... hell, she's
takin' it like a whore!"

"All women are whores by nature," Chuck said, puffing on his cigarette.
"Only some of 'em don 't know it till we give 'em a shot at it."

Victoria heard what they were saying. If she hadn't had her mouth full
of cock meat, she would have told them a thing or two. Whore, indeed.
Why, the pompous asses! Couldn't they tell the difference between wanton
depravity and a desperate struggle for survival? Stupid scumbags!

She abruptly gasped around Scott's cock when she felt him yank his chin
from her cunt hole and start licking in circles around her clit. Then,
when he began flapping his tongue rapidly on the tip of that sensitive
organ, an unwanted surge of pleasure caused her to shudder all over and
suck harder at his prick.

Then the horny youth started sucking at her cut while he fucked two
fingers slowly in her pussy, and the warm tingly sensations suddenly
seemed to pervade her whole being. Victoria fought against the flood of
wonderful feelings brought on by Scott's cunt-sucking, but it was no
use. What he was doing felt marvelous, and she couldn't help
experiencing a warm glow as she became acutely aware of his fingers
rubbing the slimy inner walls of her pussy and his sucking mouth
seemingly drawing sparks from her cunt.

It was only when Chuck and Raul started laughing that Victoria realized
the diving board had stopped bouncing but that her head had not stopped
moving! Without even realizing it, she had continued to bob her head,
fucking her mouth on Scott's down thrust prick while he hovered
motionless above her.

The awful realization that she was actively slurping her lips up and
down the youth's cock when it wasn't really necessary hit Victoria like
a slap in the face.

"She'll come around eventually." Chuck smiled. "Give her enough cock,
and she'll choke herself."

We'll just see about that, buster, Victoria thought. She lay passively
again, letting Scott keep his prick in her mouth, but not encouraging
him in any way.

He was so busy sucking her clit and finger fucking her cunt hole that he
didn't notice for a moment that his cock was just laying in Victoria's
slack mouth and that nothing was really happening at that end of the
coupling. He started bouncing his ass again, fucking her face.

Now, Victoria was thinking about that terrible lapse a moment ago. What
ever had come over her? She recalled that hot tingling in her clit, the
surge of warmth that had enveloped her momentarily. Had that been an
orgasm?

Surely not, she thought. Perhaps an unguarded moment of wanton pleasure,
but nothing earth shaking. Surely that wasn't the sought after sensation
of orgasm that women talked about so much.

She decided that if that was it, it wasn't worth the trouble.

Abruptly, Scott yanked his cock from Victoria' s mouth and moved around
to kneel between her sprawled thighs again. He sat back on his heels,
glaring at her in a most disconcerting way.

"I can't make this bitch cum!" he said in exasperation. He turned at the
waist, toward his buddies. "She won't cum, damn it!"

"What's the matter, Scotty?" Chuck teased, flipping his cigarette butt
into the pool. "Losing your magic touch?"

"Hey, man," Scott whined, "I'm the great pussy-eater. I was born to eat
pussy. That's what all the girls tell me. It's not me... it's her.
There's something wrong with her."

"Don't throw your butts in the pool," Victoria said angrily to Chuck.
"They can clog up the filter."

"Who gives a fuck?" he spat, glowering at her.

His reaction brought the distressed young woman back to the ugly reality
of the situation. He was right, she realized. A rape was in progress
here. A gang-rape. Who the hell cared about the swimming pool filter at
a time like this? She thought the stress of all this must be making her
crazy or something.

"I think I had an orgasm a moment ago." Victoria ventured, not sure
herself but wanting them to stop trying.

"Don't bull shit me, lady," Scott said hatefully, still kneeling between
her knees and looking at her cunt now as if it were the enemy. "When I
give a chick an orgasm, everybody knows she's havin' it. If you felt
anything, it was just maybe a little pre-orgasmic buzz. But you sure as
hell didn't get off."

So that was what that was, she thought, watching the frustrated youth
stroking his prick near her gaping cunt. Just a little pre-orgasmic
buzz. Well, that sounded appropriate for the mild sensation she had
experienced. Maybe the kid knew what he was talking about. He certainly
knew more about sex than she did.

Scott was beating his meat faster now, his cold blue eyes scanning
Victoria's naked body.

"You look so fuckin' sexy in chains," he whispered, jacking off with one
hand and feeling her bound tits with the other. "I get hot when I see a
chick in chains. I think I'm gonna fuck you now."

"You may as well," Victoria said, faking a yawn. "Just hurry up and get
it over with."

Fire flashed in Scott's eyes and his hand whizzed through the air to
slap her. His open palm hit her face so hard there was a loud report
that echoed off the high walls surrounding the yard.

Victoria was momentarily stunned by the hard slap, which sent her head
jerking to one side and caused the chains beneath her to rattle.

"Don't you get smart with me, you uppity bitch," the boy warned. "I'll
slap your goddamned face clean off! You hear?"

"Yes," she whispered, her cheek stinging. She realized now what she knew
she should have considered earlier that it wasn't wise to tease a macho
stud in heat. Men, she saw now, didn't take insults to their masculinity
lightly.

"Hit her again!" Raul called out, jacking faster on his perpetual
hard-on. "C'mon, Scotty! Hit her again!"

"Shut up, asshole," Scott muttered.

Victoria shuddered, reminded once again of that barbaric Mexican a few
feet away - Raul, and his prick of death. She had that to deal with yet.
And she had no doubt he was going to be the worst one of the bunch. He
had very nearly slit her throat earlier on the patio, and now he was
about to shoot his wad over seeing her get slapped. He was nuts!

Scott moved into position above Victoria, rudely supporting his weight
by flattening his palms over her tits.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, lady," he said hoarsely. "And I'm gonna get you
off with my cock. You know what I mean? This is gonna be the big one...
you're gonna see stars and you're gonna beg for more." He grinned
cutely, looking for a moment like the innocent college boy she had first
thought he might be. "We're gonna make it, Vicky, you and me."

"I'll try," she said, not wanting him to slap her anymore.

"And no fakin' it, either," he warned her. "I can tell the difference."

Victoria wondered if that was true, if he really could tell. She had
faked orgasms with her husband, and he never seemed to suspect. But
then, Andrew bad never seen her have a real orgasm, either since she had
never had one in her life.

Just as Scott was nudging his cock head against Victoria's cunt gash,
there were noises from an adjacent back yard. Some of the neighbors had
come outside for something. Victoria raised her head suddenly, opening
her mouth to cry out for help.

But, as her mouth flew open, Scott's clenched fist flew up, poised just
above her face. His lips curled and he bared his teeth like an animal
about to attack.

The shrill cry Victoria had intended came out almost silent a mere
hissing sound as she exhaled the air she had just sucked in. Her's and
Scott's gazes were locked for a moment, and his trembling fist remained
poised, ready to pulverize her face if she so much as squeaked.

Chuck ran to the high wall and jumped up, hanging onto the top edge
while he peered over into the other yard for a few seconds. Then he
dropped back down and rejoined Raul.

"They're just takin' the garbage out," Chuck whispered. "They'll go back
inside in a minute."

Raul jumped up and grabbed his jeans, taking the knife from the holster
on the pants. Stepping quickly out onto the diving board, he deftly got
around Scott and stooped down, holding the glinting blade to Victoria's
delicate throat.

"One peep out of you, bitch," he whispered, "and that pretty blue pool
under you runs red with your blood."

Victoria was horrified. Raul had started the diving board jiggling when
he joined them, and it was still undulating with the weight of three
people. The board's movements made it difficult for Raul to hold the
knife steady, and she feared he might accidentally cut her throat.

"I'll be quiet," she breathed. "I promise."

All of them remained still, and it was so quiet Victoria could hear the
gentle sloshing of the water in the pool, even though Chuck had finished
his swim a good while before.

Victoria gulped nervously, that small movement of her throat causing the
razor- like edge of the blade to feel as if it might slice into the
creamy skin it was touching, The jiggling of the diving board had
subsided now, though, and Raul controlled the subtle pressure of the
blade against her throat with an uncanny precision that obviously
resulted from experience. Chuck sat pensively at the edge of the pool,
listening like a cat waiting for mice.

They heard the rattling of trash containers in the alley, some dogs
barking in the distance, and then the familiar sound of a sliding glass
patio door being closed. Then there was silence again. Chuck got up and
trotted over to the wall.

He lifted himself up, peered over, then dropped back to the grass and
returned to the pool.

"All clear," he said as he sat down again, dangling his legs in the
water.

Raul drew the menacing knife away from Victoria's throat. "That was a
good girl." he said. "Now you're using your head."

Victoria wasn't so sure about that. Help had been so close. She raised
her head to look around as Raul left the diving board. At least one good
thing had been accomplished by the interruption all three guys' cocks
had wilted and hung limp and useless now. That pleased Victoria
immensely.

Scott, who was still kneeling between Victoria's legs, grinned and began
playing with his soft cock while he probed her gaping cunt gash with his
other hand. His prick began to revive quickly.

"I sure am glad I didn't have to punch you out, lady," he said, sounding
sincere. "I never like to hit a woman... unless I've got time to cum
while I'm doin' it."

CHAPTER FIVE

When Scott had his prick hard again, he quickly mounted Victoria and
started fucking her frantically.

Her pink-tipped tit mounds wobbled between the gleaming chains that
cross- crossed her chest as the blond youth pounded her sore pussy
mercilessly with his cock. He was taking long fast fuck-strokes this
time plunging his prick in balls-deep and withdrawing till the flared
ridge of his cock head parted her pussy lips before fucking in hard
again. Victoria grunted each time the boy's cock bottomed out in her raw
cunt.

"I'm gonna make you cum this time, you cold bitch," Scott snarled,
banging his groin against hers violently. "You can relax and let it
happen naturally or I'll pound an orgasm out of you. Have it your own
way."

"I'll never orgasm for a silly kid like you," she said. "You're wasting
your time and mine."

Chuck and Raul laughed loudly, which incensed Scott. An expression of
grim determination clouded his handsome face as he increased the tempo
of his fucking. He was pounding her pussy so fast now that the springy
diving board couldn't respond that rapidly. The board went into a
herky-jerky kind of motion and Victoria's chains clattered noisily as
Scott's naked ass pumped so fast it almost became a blur.

She bit her lip as hot sensations surged through her abused cunt. She
knew what he was doing. He was intentionally angling his cock lunges so
the shaft of his cock rubbed against her clit on every stroke. The boy
obviously knew what he was doing. The friction of his prick against her
cut, combined with the feeling of his prick plunging into the depths of
her cunt gave her a blast of erotic sensations that seemed to radiate
all through her loins.

But Victoria was determined she would not give any of these brutes the
pleasure of bringing her to the peak. The feelings she was experiencing
gave her a hint of what orgasm was all about, and for the first time in
her life she felt truly stimulated in an erotic way. Naturally, that
interested her, aroused her curiosity. But, if she was ever to achieve
an orgasm, she wanted it to happen in a loving and tender situation not
in a three-ring circus, with a bunch of barbarians!

Looking up at Scoff, she saw that his nostrils were flaring and his lips
was drawing back as he bared his teeth and a wild look came into his
blue eyes. She knew what that meant. He was about to shoot his cum-load
without getting her off.

Victoria grinned up at the sweating youth in triumph.

Her moment of triumphant feeling was abruptly obliterated when the
wildly humping youth started slapping her face.

"Cum, bitch!" he snapped. "Cum, damn you!"

Scott's hand flew back and forth like a fast action windshield wiper as
he slapped her with his open palm in one direction, then with the back
of his hand on the return swing. He repeated that very rapidly several
times, causing Victoria's head to turn back and forth with the fast
blows.

Stinging pain seared both of her cheeks as he slapped her, and she had a
fleeting moment when she feared he was breaking her jaw with the
violence of his hard slapping.

She wanted to cry out with the abominable pain. But she knew she
mustn't. The boy was obviously out of his mind, and she didn't doubt
that he would punch her like a boxer attacking an opponent if she cried
out. Tears blurred her vision and she kept her teeth clenched to keep
from biting her tongue off with the impacts of his rapid-fire blows.

And, all the while Scott was slapping Victoria so cruelly, his ass kept
pumping and his hard cock kept plundering her pussy at incredible speed.
She had never imagined a man could fuck a woman that hard or that fast.

As the outrageous slapping and fucking went on, Victoria's head being
knocked first one way and then the other, she could hear the other two
men laughing stupidly at her and Scott. How she hated those callous
bastards!

"Scott's real big on slapping," she heard Chuck saying.

After what seemed a long period of time to Victoria, during which she
was aware of nothing but the cruel pounding of her pussy and the sharp
blows to each side of her face, the young maniac abruptly stopped.
Keeping his prick embedded in her burning emit, he supported himself
above her on stiff arms. His pupils were dilated and his tongue hung out
as he panted in her face.

Then she felt it.

Scott's prick pulsed in her pussy and he sucked in a deep breath, his
face contorted as he climaxed.

Victoria's cunt was almost numb from all the rough fucking, but she
could feel the boy's hot cum spurting with surprising force in the
depths of her cock-stuffed pussy. There were multiple spurts of his jism
as he unloaded his balls into her body. He was cumming so much that it
felt to her as if she were being given an enema in her cunt.

Scott suddenly hung his head when he had finished shooting his
cairn-load into his helpless captive, and his blond hair brushed
Victoria's face as she felt his weight sink down on her, his chest
flattening her chained fits. Cum foamed out around Scott's embedded
cock, running down into Victoria's ass crevice.

She shuddered at the obscene sensation.

But she smiled then, despite the burning pain in her cheeks and the
disgrace of having an overflowing pussy. She had beat them again! It was
Scott's cum that burbled from her cunt, not hers.

He had not succeeded in bringing her to orgasm.

"Couldn't get her off, huh, Scotty?" Chuck teased.

Scott lay quietly atop the chained blonde, his sweat creating a clammy
slime between their bodies as breathed hard, his chin jutting into the
hollow of her shoulder.

"Damn you," he whispered bitterly.

Raul was jacking off again, getting his colossal cock good and hard for
the next assault on Victoria's unresponsive cunt.

"C'mon, Scott," he said, standing up. "Get off the bitch and make room
for a real man."

Scott pulled his softening cum-slimed cock from Victoria's pussy and
rose to his feet. He obviously couldn't meet her withering gaze with his
eyes. He turned and left the board, joining Chuck at the pool's edge.

The big naked Mexican strutted jauntily out onto the diving board,
displaying his extraordinary hunk of cock meat for the chained blonde to
gaze upon. She shivered at the sight of such a big cock, and her
apparent fear only served to make his cock harder.

"You ready for the dick of death, blondy?"

Victoria closed her eyes to the hideous sight, unable to keep up her
bravado. She couldn't imagine having a thing like that freakish cock of
Raul's crammed up her cunt. She wished she could pass out and get
through this without any awareness of what was happening.

"It's gettin' pretty late guys," Chuck said. "No use takin' any chances
out here this late. Let's take her in the house."

In the house? Oh, God! Victoria realized that, once they took her
inside, she could scream her head off and nobody in the outside world
would bear a thing. There would be no possibility of escape then. They
would literally fuck her to death!

"I want to fuck her ass," Raul said, hesitating as he stood between her
legs. "Lemme fuck her first."

"You can fuck her ass in the house," Chuck said, rising and stretching.
"Unfasten the chains."

Oh, yes, Victoria thought. Unfasten the chains! Dear God, get those
horrid cold chains off me.

As if reading her mind, Chuck pointed a finger at her. "One peep outta
you, Vicky, and you're gonna find out just how goddamned mean Raul can
get. Got that?"

"Yes," she said in a meek voice.

But her spirit was not meek yet. Her mind was racing. She knew this
would be her absolute last chance at escape, and she was going to try.
She figured she had nothing to lose now.

Scott slipped into the water and swam out beneath the diving board,
where he helped Raul unfasten the unnecessarily heavy chains that kept
Victoria's wrists and ankles secured beneath the board. There were laud
clanking and clattering sounds as Raul pulled all the chains aloft,
finally freeing the blonde captive's aching body from restraint.

Scott swam back to the edge and lifted himself out of the water. Raul
stepped off the board onto the concrete and stood there, holding the
chains and watching Victoria with narrowed eyes as she strained to move
her limbs.

Victoria moaned in agony as she raised her arms and legs and tried to
straighten her body out on the board. The muscles in her arms and legs
seemed frozen into immobility from the long time in restraint, and it
took her a moment to regain use of her limbs and sit up.

Cum gurgled from her abused cunt as she sat up, forming a warm and slimy
pool under her naked ass. Two men had already dumped their cum-loads in
her pussy, and she wrinkled her nose as she looked down at the obscene
overflow. But she was still proud that she had not added her own cum to
that slimy mess in her crotch.

"Get up, cunt!" Raul commanded, rattling the chains he held. "In the
house."

Victoria struggled to her feet, almost losing her balance and toppling
into the pool. How her legs ached. But she knew she had to make those
sore muscles work, and fast. Even as she slowly made her way off the
diving board and stepped onto the concrete, the adrenaline was already
pumping, preparing those frozen leg muscles for a flight for her life.

"C'mon, get a move-on," Chuck urged, swatting her bare ass.

Suddenly, Victoria lurched to one side and made a mad dash for the high
fence. At the same time, she started screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Help! Anybody! Help me!" she shrieked as she made a flying leap,
clutching desperately at the rough tile along the top of the wall.
"Rape! Rape!"

But, before she could get her numb arm muscles to pull her weight
upward, the three men were on her like a pack of wild dogs hitting her,
jerking at her arms, puffing her hair and clamping big hands over her
mouth. She tumbled to the pass, rolling into a naked ball in a futile
attempt to protect herself as they slapped her face and kicked her in
the ribs and stomped her hands and tore at her hair.

Victoria Halstead fully expected to die right then and there, beaten to
death in her lovely back yard while the neighbors watched television in
their homes, so nearby. Visions of the horror that was coming flashed
through her fevered mind visions of the neighbors finding her naked and
bloody body the next day, too late. Cum would still be running out of
her raw cunt, and her beautiful green eyes would be staring, unseeing,
at the scorching sun above. Her mouth would probably be open, her tongue
hanging out. Dear God, she thought, losing all hope. What a wretched,
inglorious end for an innocent girl from Ireland. How had things ever
come to this? How?

She only hoped she wouldn't suffer too much more before they killed her
and put her out of her misery.

The cruel blows kept raining down on Victoria's defenseless body, and
she wondered how much a woman could take before loss of consciousness
would mercifully blot out the pain and the horror.

"She's about to faint," Scott said.

"Yeah, ease off, guys," Chuck said.

Victoria was dazed, but not unconscious. No such luck.

"Let's dip the bitch and wake her up," Raul suggested.

The violence had stopped, and Victoria was only vaguely aware of being
dragged across the concrete toward the pool, the rough surface
scratching her delicate skin.

Then, when she hit the water, there was a rude awakening. She sputtered
and gurgled as she was completely immersed for a moment, getting water
into her windpipe. Then she surfaced, coughing and wheezing for air. She
hardly caught her breath before she was dunked again. Her arms and legs
flailed as she struggled to reach the surface, to get air into her lungs
again.

It was at that moment that Victoria realized her arms and legs were free
but there was horrendous pain in her scalp.

Somebody was holding her by the hair of her head, dipping her in the
pool as if she were a cat being dipped for fleas.

After the third dunking, she was able to see that it was Raul who had
hold of her hair, and he was furious. His strange blue eyes seemed to
glow like cobalt in his dark face, and the muscles of his brawny body
bulged as he pulled her upward. This time, he lifted her high enough so
that her tits were out of the water, and the stress on her scalp became
even worse. She knew it was only her buoyancy in the water that kept her
own weight from scalping her.

"You're the most hard-headed bitch I ever met." Raul snarled, keeping
her painfully elevated by gripping a handful of her long hair. "You're
gonna pay for this shit, woman... no more Mister Nice Guy."

If Victoria hadn't been hurting all over and about to strangle to death
on water in her windpipe, she would have laughed out loud. These men
were stark raving mad!

Chuck helped Raul drag the poor girl from the pool, then they just
dumped her on the cement patio like a sack of potatoes.

The three punks stood around and looked at the naked blonde, crumpled
there like a drowned rat. She was coughing and spitting up chlorine
flavored water. And every time she coughed, there was a sharp pain in
her side she was afraid they must have broken some ribs.

"Well," Scott said dryly, "at least, that got the bitch clean again. She
was a hell of a mess."

"I don't give a fuck whether she's clean or not," Raul said angrily.

Then there was the sudden sound of chains rattling again. Victoria
looked up just in time to see the big Mexican flailing a long length of
heavy chain through the air like a bullwhip and that glistening metallic
snake was coming directly at her! She gasped, panic gripping her heart
as she reacted by rolling to one side. The chain continued to fly
through the air, crashing and clattering around Victoria as she
struggled to her feet.

"None of you are quite right in the head." she muttered as she hurried
across the patio toward the house. "I still can't imagine how Andy ever
got mixed up with scum like you."

Her husband! God! The true ugliness of what had happened hit her again.
Andrew had done this to her given her to these beasts for some sick kind
of sex therapy or something. It just wasn't fair. She couldn't help
being frigid. It had never been a conscious choice on her part. It was
just the way she was. How could Andrew have done this to her? Did he
really hate her that much?

Tears flooded Victoria's eyes again. The pain of being so heartlessly
betrayed by the man she loved was far worse for her than the physical
suffering she was being forced to endure.

Raul drove Victoria toward the house as if she were some worthless
animal, whipping the concrete at her heels with that horrid chain and
kicking her in the ass whenever she faltered. At each impact of the
chain on the cement, she jumped like a cowboy amid a hail of bullets at
his feet.

Scott slid the patio door open as Victoria reached it, and a cool blast
of air from within the house hit her naked body, making her shiver as
she stepped inside. She folded her arms to her fits, hugging herself and
trembling.

Raul's big hand in the middle of her back sent her lurching forward. She
stumbled across the den, with him shoving her impatiently from behind.

"Show me your bedroom, bitch!" Raul snarled, kicking her in the ass
again. "I'm gonna fuck your goddamned right on the bed where you and
Andy sleep together."

"Yeah!" Chuck laughed. "That's about all they ever do in there - sleep."

"Well," Raul said, "that bed's gonna see some action tonight."

Chuck and Scott wandered off to explore the rest of the big house while
Victoria led the chain wielding Mexican down a long hallway. Raul walked
behind the naked blonde, his immense hard-on bobbing lewdly as he
watched the sexy bouncing of her pale ass cheeks.

Kaleidoscopic images flitted through Victoria's mind as she led Raul
into the master bedroom, fleeting memories of the countless nights when
Andy had begged in vain for a little attention. Nights when she had
rejected him, accused him of being a sex maniac, a pervert. She knew now
too late that there had been one too many of those frustrating nights
for Andy. He must have gone over the edge. Nothing but insanity could
account for him turning her over to these filthy barbarians like this.
It was inhuman!

"On the bed, cunt," Raul demanded rudely, shoving her again.

Victoria stumbled toward the bed, falling onto it face down. Knowing the
big man was after her ass, she quickly turned over and faced him,
scooting backward on the satin bedspread as she covered her pussy with
one hand and made a futile attempt to hide her bare tits with the other.

"Please," she whimpered. "Don't hurt me anymore."

"That's up to you, Vicky," he said. "We can do this nice, or we can do
it rough... it's your choice."

The guy's baritone voice seemed so ominous to Victoria that she almost
cringed every time he spoke to her. She cowered on the bed, feeling
utterly naked and vulnerable as she stared up at him in frightened
silence.

Raul was a huge man. From Victoria's vantage point on the bed, he seemed
to tower up toward the ceiling like a giant, a great brown colossus with
strange blue eyes that seemed to glow.

Her gaze came to rest on his mighty prick, standing out from the mass of
curly black hair at his crotch like some kind of lethal weapon.

He seemed to have a permanent hard on. And it was an ugly cock,
freakishly big. The brown foreskin was drawn back, revealing the
dark-purple cock head, which was glossy with a coating of slime that
oozed from the piss hole.

"You like that?" he asked, seeing her staring wide-eyed at his cock.
"You like Mexican cock, blondy?"

"N-no," she stuttered, averting her gaze. "I don't like any of them
Mexican or otherwise.

"Aw, now," he said, moving closer, "that's a damned shame. Maybe you
just haven't ever been with a guy that knows how to treat a lady."

He was still holding that length of heavy chain, and she shuddered at
his approach, drawing up her knees up and trying to bide her nakedness.
She had already seen how he thought a lady should be treated, and she
wanted no more of that.

Seeing her gaze riveted to the chain in his hand, Raul smiled
disarmingly and let the chain clatter to the floor, Then he crawled onto
the bed, pushing her onto her back with unexpected gentleness as he
maneuvered his body above hers. Quivering, but not resisting, Victoria
lay back and let him settle astride her thighs.

She flinched when she felt his hairy balls pillow warmly against her
cunt mound, and she stared past the twin peaks of her tits at his
towering hard-on.

"Relax, baby," he soothed, kneading her firm tit mounds with both hands.
"You be nice to me, and I'll be nice to you."

Victoria was very tense, because she knew Raul's tender and gentle ways
at the moment would give way to raw violence at any minute. He was
crazy. He couldn't be trusted. She had seen him blow up several times
already, and she couldn't relax, even though he was being kind to her
now.

"Why do you hate men?" he asked, his tone suggestive of a depth of
understanding she knew he didn't have.

"I... I don't know why," she murmured honestly.

He took one of her hands and placed it on his big hard prick, forcing
her to curl her dainty fingers around that warm throbbing monolith. He
released his hold on her fingers slowly, watching her expression
closely. She started to draw her hand away from his cock, but he quickly
forced her to grasp it again. She could tell from the way his upper lip
curled that he would not tolerate any form of rejection, no matter how
subtle.

This time, when Raul released her hand, she maintained a firm grip on
his big ugly prick. But she couldn't keep from wrinkling her nose in
disgust at the feel of that hideous thing.

"There, now," he said, grinning. "That's what a nice big hard cock feels
like. That's not so bad, is it?"

"No," she said meekly, maintaining her firm grip on his cock.

But her pained expression made it clear she did not find it exciting,
either. Raul's satisfied grin evaporated and a frown clouded his face.
He grabbed Victoria's other hand and shoved it between his balls and her
cunt mound, forcing her to hold his hairy balls in her palm. His balls
felt immense, and very heavy to her. She shivered as she thought of all
the cum those bullish balls must contain.

"Yeah, like that." he said, releasing her hand. "Nice and easy on the
balls. Like that?"

"No."

"Well, keep fuckin' till you do like it, bitch." Raul said, his tone
sounding ominous again. "A man likes a woman that appreciates his cock
and balls. Now you feel me up like you like it okay?"

It was the first time in her life that Victoria had ever fondle any man
other than her husband, and she had rarely done that with him. But
Raul's glaring gaze told her she'd better cooperate.

She caressed his furry balls with her palm, her knuckles rubbing her
sore cunt slit as she did it. Her other hand on his cock, the curled
fingers not even spanning the diameter of his cock lance, stroked up and
down slowly. The dark skin on his cock moved as she jacked up and down,
bunching behind the flared ridge of the slimy cock knob on the up stroke
and drawing back tautly on each downstroke. As she watched, she saw a
fresh flow of clear pre-cum emerging from the gaping piss slit, and the
sight sickened her.

Closing her eyes to the obscene sight, Victoria forced herself to keep
jacking him off and fondling his cum-bloated balls. But closing her eyes
didn't keep her from feeling the warm and slippery slime that was soon
running down his cock shaft and coating her stroking fingers.

Hoping that the bastard was climaxing which would disarm that seemingly
perpetual hard-on of his, Victoria peeked through fluttering lashes. No,
he wasn't shooting his cumload. It was only a profuse flow of that clear
fluid. Andy did that when he was hot, too, but not nearly so much as
this guy.

"That feels real good, Vicky," Raul said condescendingly. "And now,
since you're bein' such a good girl, I'm gonna let you lick my prick."

Her eyes flew open, focusing instantly on his brown and slimy cock,
which was glistening with a sheen of pre-cum now. Her hand stopped
moving, and she gulped nervously.

"Come on now, blondy," he said, caressing her tits fondly. "Don't get
all tense again. I won't cum in your mouth... I just like for a girl to
lick my prick a little before I stick it up her ass." He smiled, raising
up on his knees. "Makes me feel wanted, when a chick licks my cock."

Victoria gasped in dread as that ugly prick came toward her face,
dripping warm pre-cum onto her naked tits. Panic overtook her. She
couldn't lick that filthy thing!

Then she realized she still had one hand on the base of his cock and the
other on his balls. His balls! He was vulnerable there, she knew.

Her mind reeling, Victoria quickly closed her hand, squeezing with all
her strength as her fingers sank into the soft hairy flesh of Raul's
balls.

"Oooowww!" he howled, lurching over her.

As he lunged forward in pain, his cock grazed the side of her face,
leaving a warm trail of slimy pre-cum. But he kept going, diving from
the bed and almost leaving his balls in her clutching hand. She let go
at the last possible second, just as he tumbled headlong to the floor.

Victoria leaped from the bed, running for the open doorway. She was in a
blind panic now. She didn't know where the other two guys were, but she
hoped she could make it to the front door and escape out onto the
street. Surely somebody would help her then.

She heard the enraged Mexican yelling behind her as she fled into the
long hallway without looking back. She knew seconds were precious. She
heard Raul's bare feet pounding the carpeting behind her, and she felt
as if she were running in slow motion. The living room and the front
door seemed so far away. It was as if the hallway kept extending farther
ahead of her, stretching out as she ran. It was like a nightmare.

"Chuck! Scott!" Raul bellowed, very close on her heels now. "She's loose
again!"

CHAPTER SIX

Victoria's pert tits bobbled as she ran frantically down the hail, with
Raul at her heels. The hallway opened into the living room at the far
end, and she thought she could make it to the front door before he
caught her.

Her heart sank when she saw Chuck and Scott appear in the arched opening
at the end of the hail, still naked, each holding an expensive bottle of
fine wine. The pigs had raided the wine room again, and they were
getting drunk. Just what she needed!

"What the fuck?" Scott blurted.

Victoria stopped dead for a second, her pulse racing as adrenaline
flooded her veins.

"Stop the bitch, damn it!" Raul shouted. "She tried to rip my goddamned
balls off!"

He slumped against the wall, holding onto his hurt balls with both
hands, finally allowing himself to experience the excruciating pain now
that his buddies were on the scene.

As Chuck and Scott started to advance, Victoria spun about and dashed
through a side door in the hallway, fleeing across the den and into the
kitchen. She already knew she was hopelessly trapped, but she couldn't
stop running. She ran blindly across the big galley kitchen, hearing the
rapid padding of bare feet on the tile floor behind her.

Abruptly, she was arrested in mid-flight by rough hands that grabbed her
upper arms. She was yanked to a halt so suddenly that it nearly snapped
her delicate neck.

"Ooomph!" she grunted, kicking her legs wildly as the two men held her.
"Let me go, you scumbags!"

"Damned if you aren't one crazy lady." Scott said, shaking his head. He
took a swig of wine, then set the bottle on the cabinet. "Raul's gonna
make it real bad for you now... you can count on that."

"Yeah," Chuck said, a wicked hint of relish in his tone. "I don't know
if I've got the stomach to watch this or not."

Chuck kept guzzling wine from his bottle while he and Scott held
Victoria easily in place, despite her frantic struggling.

When Raul came limping into the kitchen, she stopped squirming and
almost went limp, but the two men held her up firmly, forcing her to
face the man she had just inflicted such pain on.

The big man approached her like an enraged bull, nostrils flaring, eyes
wild looking, every muscle in his brawny body raised prominently with
tension. He was still holding onto his injured balls, and beads of sweat
glistened on his brow.

She shrank back in the other men's grips, wishing she could black out,
or die, anything to end this madness.

"You stupid cunt," Raul said hoarsely. "I tried to be nice to you. I
told you it was your choice how things were gonna be. Didn't I?"

"For God's sake," Victoria whispered pitifully. "Let me go."

"You made the choice, baby," Raul said. He reached for her crotch,
causing her to jerk. But his fingers slid down her raw cuntal slit and
under, probing at her asshole. "You're gonna get my big dick up that
little tiny asshole, bitch... right now.

While he jabbed his finger roughly into her dry asshole, Raul snatched
Scott's bottle from the counter and took a big swig. He kept his eyes on
Victoria's face while the wine gurgled into his mouth and his Adam's
apple bobbed, finger-fucking her ass and clawing his thumb into her sore
pussy at the same time.

Looking down in horror, Victoria saw the Mexican's limp prick swelling
and rising again as the feel of her lovely body turned him on once more.
She couldn't believe it. She thought for sure she had disabled him for
life. He wasn't even human!

Raul held the bottle aloft and kept swigging, until the bottle was
empty. Then he slammed it down on the counter and glanced around the
kitchen, keeping his busy fingers embedded in Victoria's cunt and ass
while the other two men held her still.

The Mexican gaze came to rest on the built in microwave oven nearby. His
thick lips curled and his strange eyes narrowed as a grin came over his
face.

"Over here, bitch," he snapped, yanking her toward the microwave oven.
"I'm gonna cook your brains or fuck your ass... your choice like always."

The other two laughed as Raul opened the door to the oven and shoved her
head inside. Her long hair caught on something, tearing at her scalp as
he pushed her.

"You know how microwaves cook?" Raul asked, holding her easily in place
with her head inside the oven. "They cook meat from the inside out.
That's how. Your brains's gonna fry first, and that pretty face goes
last. You wanna go that way?"

"She won't miss her brain, anyway," Chuck said. "Stupid cunt."

"It won't work, Raul," Scott said. "The damned thing won't work without
the door closed."

"The hell it won't." Raul said confidently. "See that little button just
inside right there? Stick your finger in that."

Scott wasn't overly eager, but he did as Raul suggested. Then Raul
turned the timer and pushed the start button.

There was a sudden whirring noise and a light came on in the oven,
illuminating Victoria's blonde hair eerily.

"Aaaiiieee!" she shrieked. "Noooo!"

She didn't feel anything yet, but the knowledge of what was coming sent
her into hysterics. She screamed and squirmed, but Raul held her firmly
in place, keeping her head in the oven.

"Shit!" Scott blurted, releasing the safety button and jerking his hand
back. "I don't want my fuckin hand in that oven when those microwaves
are shootin' everywhere. Fuck that shit!"

Victoria was whining and gasping, her bare tits mashed against the lower
edge of the open oven door. The light had gone out and that horrid
whirring noise had ceased, but the terror lingered. She thought she
might faint. She wondered if the microwaves had already damaged her
brain in that brief moment of exposure. How could they do a thing like
this to another human being?

'Fuck you, buddy," Raul said. "I can do it myself if she gives me any
more trouble." He jerked roughly on Victoria's hair, but kept her head
in the oven. "Understand, hard head?"

"Yes... yes, I understand!" she cried out loudly. "Believe me, I
understand! Just keep your hand off that button, for God's sake! This is
too dangerous!"

Scott chuckled. "Looks like we finally found something the iron lady's
really scared of."

"Yeah," Raul said. "That's more like it, Vicky. Better to use your head
while you've still got it."

Raul moved behind her naked ass, pushing the slimy tip of his
skinned-back prick between her creamy ass cheeks. She tensed when she
felt his spongy cock head pressing against her asshole.

"Jesus!" Chuck laughed. "You gonna fuck her like that... with her head
in the oven?"

"Why the hell not?" Raul said, keeping her wrists clamped behind her
back with one strong hand. "It's the only thing I've found that'll keep
the bitch quiet."

Victoria whimpered, her head still in the microwave oven, as she felt
the pressure against her tight asshole increase.

"Man," Scott said, "Your prick looks about stigma her little body. Maybe
you're gonna split her right in half."

Victoria knew that was an exaggeration, to increase her terror. Scott
was good at that. But she also knew Raul did have the biggest cock in
the bunch... nearly a foot of ugly cock meat. She had never had anything
rammed up her ass before, and she wondered if she would survive it. She
had to! She would not give them the pleasure of seeing her die, impaled
on that crazy Mexican's colossal cock. Her revenge would be to not only
survive this, but to endure it without complaint how the bastards would
hate that?

"Hold her hands, guys." Raul said. "I want to enjoy this."

Standing to each side, Scott and Chuck each took one of Victoria's
hands, holding her arms outstretched while her head remained in the oven.

Raul gasped the bent-over blonde's tiny waist with his big hands and
shoved his loins forward, forcing the plum sized knob of his fucker into
her resisting asshole.

Victoria bit her lip, sucking in a deep breath as she felt her taut ass
ring stretching around the man's invading cock head. Goose bumps pimpled
her pale flesh as she braced herself for the brutal penetration she knew
was coming. But she didn't permit herself to cry out, despite the pain.

For a moment, the big Mexican stood there behind her, gripping her
waist, his cock connecting his loins to her pale ass like a giant brown
bolt.

"Damn, she's tight!" he rasped, looking down at the way his huge prick
was wedged between her ass cheeks. "Yeah! This fuck's gonna be one for
my Hall of Fame for sure! What a hot little ass!"

"Give her some more, man!" Chuck urged, holding Victoria's hand tightly
as he watched. "Give her the whole thing.

Raul pushed again, fucking several inches of cock meat into the hot
tightness of Victoria's ass. She gasped, banging her head against the
inside of the microwave oven as she involuntarily lurched forward. But
Chuck and Scott pulled on her arms, quickly immobilizing her; it felt to
Victoria as if someone were cramming a baseball bat up her ass. She
didn't know how muck of that monster cock was in her guts now, but she
felt stuffed full. It seemed impossible that she could take another inch
of prick up her ass.

But she did.

Clinging to her waist, Raul forced more and more of his cock into her
hot ass guts, fucking in slowly but steadily.

For Victoria, his cock lance now seemed endless. More and more of that
thick cock kept fucking into her ass, till she thought she could feel
the prick knob probing into her lungs. Her stretched ass ring burned
horribly, and she felt as if she might suddenly become incontinent and
just shit all over Raul. But she knew that would be impossible, with her
asshole plugged so full of cock meat.

Sweat beaded her forehead and she gritted her teeth, using all her
willpower to keep from screeching in pain.

Still more cock fucked in, causing Victoria to pant and wheeze inside
the oven. Raul's slow but relentless penetration was killing her,
causing such intense pain that she thought she would faint any moment.
But no such merciful loss of consciousness occurred, and she remained
acutely aware of every horrible inch of his mammoth fucker as it sank
into her ass guts.

After what seemed to her an interminable period of time during which his
cock kept slithering up her ass like an endless rubber hose she felt his
hairy groin bump against her smooth ass cheeks. The long inward slide of
that awful cock stopped.

"Look at that!" Scott blurted, still clinging to one of her hands. "That
little tiny bitch took all of that big old cock!"

"I wouldn't have thought she could take it," Chuck said.

"Oh, man!" Raul bellowed, leaning back so they could have a good view of
his groin against her cute little ass. "What a hot fuckin' ass she's
got! Shit!"

Victoria was hurting so much by now that she almost wished she had a
free hand so she might press the safety button on the microwave herself,
and end it all quickly. But that would have given the men pleasure, and
she was determined she would give them nothing. They might fuck her
senseless, but she would not given them any response, good or bad. She
felt Raul's hands swoop up from her hips as he reached around and
grabbed her hanging tits.

He started fucking her ass slowly, kneading and squeezing her tits while
he fucked. His cock strokes were slow, and it felt to her as if several
feet of thick cock meat stroked in and out of her tightly clenching
asshole. It was a strange new sensation for her, unpleasant in the
extreme.

"Yeah, baby," Raul rasped, kissing Victoria's smooth back. "Squeeze that
big old prick with that itty-bitty asshole... yeah!"

She wasn't aware she was squeezing his cock until he mentioned it. But
she was. It was an involuntary response, and she found it impossible to
relax her sphincter. That annoyed her, because she knew the tightness of
her asshole only made the fucking better for the son of a bitch.

As Raul became more aroused by the hot sheath of ass guts that caressed
his stroking prick, the tempo of his fuck-thrusts increased. Burning
pain from her cock- stuffed ass radiated all through Victoria's loins,
causing her to moan loudly in the oven. She hated herself for letting
them know she was suffering. But it hurt so much, she couldn't contain
herself. Her pitiful moans and groans seemed to echo within the oven.

Raul abruptly changed his approach, alternating the in-and-out lunges
with wild swaying motions of his hips which caused his immense fucker to
churn violently inside her ass guts.

"Oh, my God!" Victoria cried, straining against the strong hands that
held her arms stretched out to each side. "No... no!"

It felt to her as if Raul's prick must be ripping her intestines to
shreds, gouging every vital organ in her body. She halfway expected his
bloody cock to come bursting out through her punctured navel at any
moment.

His frenzied churning motion caused the wiry hair of his crotch to scour
her smooth ass cheeks. And, because of her bent-over position, she could
feel his cum-laden balls slapping up into her crotch each time his cock
flicked into her ass, the stiff hairs on his balls tickling the lower
juncture of her sensitive cunt lips. He had balls on him like a bull,
and she became very aware of his furry ball sac swinging beneath her
crotch and slapping up against her pussy.

And, all the while he was fucking her ass, his busy hands squeezed her
tits, his fingers brushing constantly over the rosebud tips of her
nipples.

"Here," Scott said suddenly, giving her hand to Raul. "You hold this
hand, I gotta eat some of that sweet blonde pussy right now!"

One of Raul's hands left Victoria's tits, and he grabbed her wrist,
bending that arm behind her back roughly. He kept fucking her ass
rhythmically, never missing a cock-stroke, and Chuck kept hold of her
other wrist. She thought for a second that Raul was going to let her
back up and get her head out of that horrid oven, but he shoved forward,
keeping her in place.

Scott dropped to his knees and maneuvered in between Victoria and the
cabinet over which she leaned. Licking his lips, he eyed her pretty
pussy and ran his hands adoringly up and down her silken thighs. He
could see Raul's dark-haired balls swinging lewdly just beneath her
blonde-haired cunt as the horny Mexican fucked her ass relentlessly.

Victoria gulped with anxiety when she felt the blond boy's talented
tongue zipping up and down the gash of her cunt, then she gasped when he
clamped his warm lips onto her clit and started sucking hard. She could
feel his nose pressing against the upper part of her cunt mound, his
cheeks mashing the fine hair of her pussy while he sucked on her clit.

A moment later, she felt hot lips sucking at one of her tits, and she
knew it was Chuck. While he sucked one of her nipples, the shaggy-haired
stud drew Victoria's hand to his crotch, forcing her to grasp his stiff
prick. Keeping his hand clamped over hers, he forced her to jack slowly
on his cock while he slurped at her tit, sucking the nipple and swirling
his wet tongue around the sensitive aureola that surrounded the nipple.
She could feel his hard-on throbbing in her hand.

All the while, Raul went on fucking his gigantic cock in and out of her
ass. Her stretched asshole was becoming numb from the incessant
friction, but the gouging sensations deep in her guts seemed amplified
now. She felt certain the man was doing serious damage to her insides.

But Raul didn't seem to care what she was feeling. Her hot ass obviously
felt good to him, and that was all he cared about. He kept her arm
pushed up painfully behind her back and pounded the hell out of her
little ass with his big fucker.

Victoria was suddenly startled by a pleasant sensation in the midst of
all this pain. Scott was flicking his tongue over her clit, which was
stiffening in response to all the attention. He was holding her cunt
open with his fingers, exposing all the glistening pink folds inside
while he flapped his tongue rapidly over the tip of her clit. She could
feel his hot breath searing the sensitive membranes of her cuntal folds,
and faint electric-like sensations began to detonate in her stimulated
cunt.

As Victoria's attention centered more and more on the hot thrills
radiating from her excited cunt, she became less aware of the big prick
that was plundering her ass. Her diverted attention allowed her tense
ass muscles to relax, and then she suddenly realized that Raul's fucking
cock was not hurting hex as much as it had before. In fact, the
ass-fucking was generating a vaguely erotic sensation of pleasure in her
loins now. While she savored the tingly sensations in her ass and cunt,
Chuck gave her clit his full attention, somewhat relaxing his grip on
her hand where he had it clamped around his prick.

Before she knew what she was doing, Victoria was jacking on Chuck's cock
without any encouragement from him and her nipples were tingling and
stiffening under his lavish attention. His sucking mouth, switching
every few moments from one nipple to the other, soon had her nipples
standing out like luscious pink spikes.

Seeing that the blonde was jacking Chuck's cock of her own free will
now, Scott moved out from between her loins and the cabinet and stood.
Raul was still fucking her ass, running his free hand all over her
lovely body while he held her wrist pinned against her lower back. Scott
took the hand that Raul had been holding, bringing it down to his own
cock, wanting some of the same kind of attention she was giving Chuck.
Raul grabbed her slim hips and started fucking her ass even more
savagely.

Victoria started stroking the blond boy's cock the instant he placed her
hand on it. Good feelings were surging through her body now, and she
wanted him to get back to licking her cunt.

Scott bent at the waist, holding onto one of her fleshy buns while he
resumed eating her pussy.

Her head still in the oven, Victoria voluntarily jacked on both guys'
pricks while Raul jolted her entire body with his vicious cock-lunges in
her ass. She grunted with each flick-thrust, stroking those two stiff
pricks faster with her hands.

Scott's wonderful tongue was fluttering at the tip of her erect cut
again, sending those marvelous sensations surging through her pussy. The
pleasure in her pussy gradually merged with the erotic sensations in her
ass, until she could no longer separate the two. And her tits were
tingling pleasantly as her nipples responded to Chuck's busy mouth.

Victoria lowered her head suddenly, bumping her forehead on the bottom
of the microwave oven. She was disgusted with herself.

She was feeling pleasure!

Her long hair shimmered as she shook her head in a fit of self-loathing.
How could she experience even a tiny trace of pleasure in a situation
like this? A barbarian's cock up her ass, cocks in each hand and her
head jammed in a damned oven! Was she going mad? Was this what sex was
all about? Getting enjoyment out of pain and humiliation? Surely not! It
was totally irrational to feel erotic titillation in the midst of such
an outrageous situation. No decent woman could find any pleasure in this!

But it was there, all the same a swirling ball of high-energy sensations
that seemed to center in her pussy, fed by tingly currents of erotic
electricity radiating from her sucked tits and her flicked ass.

Suddenly, Victoria stiffened as if frozen in position, and every inch of
her naked body quivered. Something was happening inside her something
wonderful!

She wanted to resist the strange force that was sweeping over her, but
it was impossible to stifle the carnal fires that bad been stoked by all
those hard cocks and sucking mouths. She felt as if whatever was
happening in her cunt was like some kind of nuclear melt-down, some
incredibly powerful force that was totally out of control.

It was an orgasm... the first full-fledged orgasm Victoria had ever
experienced in her life.

She went with it, letting the fires of hell consume her in this moment
of wanton erotic pleasure. She had never felt so alive at any time in
her life before had never known it was possible to feel so vibrantly
alive and aroused. She wanted it to last forever.

"She's cummin'," Scott announced, his words muffled by her pussy. "The
bitch is finally gettin' off!"

"All right!" Raul cheered, slapping one of her ass cheeks as he kept
fucking. "She just needed a big cock up her ass to get her hot... all
women need that, but some of 'em just don't know it."

"Naw, man," Scott retorted from down below. "She just needed a good
pussy- lapper like me. It was my mouth that got her off."

The blond youth returned quickly to slurping at Victoria's creaming
cunt, sucking out her slimy girl-cum with enthusiasm as he wallowed his
face in her pussy.

"It was all of us," Chuck said, keeping his upturned face buried in
between her hanging tits. "Some chicks can't get off unless they get
gang-banged."

"It was the ass-fuckin', you dummies," Raul insisted. "All Mexican men
know the asshole's connected to the pussy. Women always have their
biggest orgasms with a cock up their ass."

Victoria didn't know who was right, and didn't care. All that mattered
was that these three punks had made her cum, and she was still cumming,
cumming in an endless spiral of hot erotic delight such as she had never
even imagined. Her heart was pounding, her tits were tingling, her
asshole was clenching on Raul's prick, her cunt was creaming on Scott's
tongue, and her hands were both pumping frantically on two stiff cocks
that she suddenly wanted in her pussy. She even thought about taking one
of them into her mouth, about letting one of the men shoot his cum-load
down her gullet while the other one fucked her cunt.

Inside the oven, her head roiled from side to side and she moaned
endlessly. Only now, she was moaning with ecstasy going absolutely
cock-crazy.

"Awww, fuck!" Raul howled, clamping his muscular arms around her just
below her tits. "Aaaahhh, baby! Yeah! Yeah!"

Victoria felt the big man's cum-load gushing hotly into her ass guts,
exploding from his buried cock with amazing force.

"Yes!" she cried out. "Cum in my butt you beautiful brown bastard!"

She couldn't believe she had said that. Was it her? It was almost as if
some demon had possessed her body, speaking with her tongue, her voice.

"Uh-huh!" Raul bellowed, keeping his cum spouting prick fucked
balls-deep in her ass. "Take my jizz... you pretty bitch goddess! Take
it, cunt!"

And she did take it, gladly. She wallowed her smooth ass against the
Mexican's hairy groin, her convulsing ass ring gripping the base of his
prick as it filled her guts with hot cum.

As the four of them huddled together in that tangled carnal coupling,
Victoria was finally able to get her head out of the microwave oven. She
stood on her tiptoes, resting the back of her blonde head against Raul's
brawny chest as she kept squirming her ass on his spent prick.

Scott was still bending over from one side, sucking ravenously at
Victoria's creamy cunt. Chuck was leaning over the blond boy's kneeling
form, sucking on one of her tits while Raul's hand mauled the other tit.
And Victoria's hands continued stroking both Scott's and Chuck's cock
zealously, as if she feared those two guys might get bored and escape
her grasp.

Raul slithered his long prick from the captive girl's ass. There was a
lewd slurping sound as his cummy cock popped from her gripping asshole.
She felt warm cock cream dribbling from her abused ass, running down her
inner thighs, and the obscene sensation only increased her arousal. She
pumped her pussy against Scott's face, coating his chin and cheeks with
cunt cream.

Scott buried his jutting chin in Victoria's slippery cunt, fucking his
tongue in and out of her cunt hole rapidly which caused her to squeal
with glee and roll the back of her head against Raul's chest.

When the Mexican dropped to his knees behind Victoria, Chuck quickly
switched to her other fit, biting and sucking at the stiff nipple.

She pushed forward, mashing her tit against the shaggy-haired young
man's face, forcing more of her tit into his sucking mouth.

Then Victoria gasped in surprise when she felt Raul's mouth at her
just-fucked ass. He used his fingers to part her alabaster ass cheeks,
pressing his dark face into the crevice of her ass. He clamped his lips
to her abused asshole and sucked some of his own cum from her ass with a
loud gurgling noise.

For a second, Victoria couldn't believe the big man was actually doing
that. But she wiggled her ass against his face, moaning with wanton lust.

When Raul rose to his feet and moved around to kiss her, Victoria drew
back in surprise. Fuck-slime from her own asshole glistened on the
Mexican's thick lips, and those strange blue eyes of his seemed to be
inviting her to participate in the ultimate depravity.

The very depravity of it aroused the demon that seemed to have possessed
her. She considered it. Hesitant at first, she finally brought her soft
lips to his waiting mouth. As their lips met, she kept stroking the
other two guys' cocks while they feasted on her luscious young body.

Raul's slimy mouth surrounded Victoria's lips, and he spit his own cum
just sucked from her ass into her mouth.

She swallowed the second-hand load of jism, then sucked on his tongue as
it snaked into her mouth. Their cum-coated tongues and slippery lips
wallowed together, green eyes staring shamelessly into blue eyes as they
kissed passionately.

Victoria released the two cocks she'd been hanging onto, and her slender
white arms went up around Raul's brawny brown back as they nearly
crushed Scott's head between their loins.

Raul wrapped his arms around her frail body, Scott and Chuck pulled away
from her cunt and tits. They stood aside and looked on in obvious
surprise.

"Goddamn!" Chuck blurted, frowning. "You two are downright nasty!"

"Look at that," Scott said in disgust. "She's crazy as him!"

Victoria knew, better than they, that she bad gone crazy. Cock-crazy!
And she loved it. She especially loved it with that big brown barbarian
who was crushing her in his powerful arms at the moment. He was
wonderful!

The alkaline flavor of Raul's cum lingered on her taste buds while they
kissed, and it no longer repulsed her. His cum was delicious now, and
she reveled in their cummy kiss. She felt his ass-slimed prick, limp for
now, pressed against her juicy cunt. Juicy! How sweet it was!

For the first time in her life, Victoria understood why people were
always wanting to fuck.

Her small bands slid down the Mexican's brood back, and she cupped the
smooth muscular buns of his manly ass, pulling him harder against
herself as they kissed. She moved her hips, rubbing her drooling pussy
against his slimy prick, enjoying the obscene contact.

"It was you, Raul," she whispered against his lips. "You and that big
cock of yours, you gave me the first real orgasm I ever had

and I adore you for that." She kissed him briefly again. "You big-cocked
beauty! I think I love you!"

Raul abruptly released Victoria and pushed her back rudely, looking at
her in utter amazement.

"Hey! Just one fuckin' minute here, lady," he said, frowning. "Let's not
go gettin' serious about any of this shit. I'm just doin' a job here for
your old man."

CHAPTER SEVEN

"You filthy bastard!" Victoria blurted.

And, before she knew what she was doing, her hand flew up and she
slapped Raul's face hard.

In the next instant, he slapped her so hard she fell back, sprawling on
her ass on the kitchen floor. She sat there on the cold tile, rubbing
her jaw. He had hit her so hard it nearly knocked her senseless.

"Fuck this bitch some more," he told his buddies, sneering down at her.
"I gotta have a break."

The naked Mexican grabbed a dish towel and wiped his cummy prick with
it, threw the soiled towel in Victoria's face and strutted out of the
kitchen.

Chuck grabbed her arm and jerked her to her feet roughly. She felt more
of Raul's warm jism draining from her abused asshole as she teetered,
still dizzy from his hard slap. And, curiously, she also felt a new flow
of pussy juice wetting her cunt, which was simmering again. She felt
terribly confused. Had being slapped by Raul aroused her again? Was she
losing her mind?

"Stand still, bitch," Scott said, clamping a heavy metal collar around
her fragile neck. "We're not finished with you yet."

There was a long chain attached to the collar, and Chuck fastened the
other end of it securely to a cabinet handle that was too high for
Victoria to reach.

Why were they chaining her up again? She had just given herself
completely to Raul, right in front of them. And she wanted more of that
hunky Mexican's stupendous cock. Why had he rejected her like that?
Nothing made any sense. These men were terrorists of the worst kind
warping her mind while they ravaged her body.

"Why doesn't Raul like me?" she asked. "I gave him what he wanted."

"None of us like you, Vicky." Chuck said. "We're just gettin' you thawed
out for Andy because he doesn't know how to handle a bitch like you."

"You're just a piece of meat to us, lady," Scott said, rubbing his
fingers in her wet cunt slot. "Nothin' personal, understand."

"How do people like you know my husband, anyway?"

Chuck grinned, taking her hand and putting it on his cock, which was
partially hard.

"We're sort of... bill collectors," he said, caressing one of her tits.
"We specialize in collecting gambling debts. You know, gamblers are bad
about spending money they don't have so we make sure they pay up when
they do get some money, see? I mean, we're not connected with any
professional organizations or anything like that. We just break a few
legs now and then."

Without even realizing what she was doing, the distraught blonde was
stroking Chuck's stiffening prick fondly while they talked. But he
noticed. He winked at Scott, who took her other hand and brought it to
his own cock. Her fingers curled around the youth's prick, as if
automatically, and she started pumping his prick, too.

"Does Andy owe somebody money?" Victoria asked, hoping that might
explain all this. Maybe her husband had no choice but to let these punks
have their way with her. "Is that it? This is the only way he can pay
some debt or something?"

"No way," Scott laughed, still amused that she didn't even know she was
playing with his cock. "We've collected a few debts for Andy before.
Naw, he's no deadbeat. He just knew we could be trusted to do a dirty
job right."

"Yeah," Chuck said, glancing at the big clock an the kitchen wall. "And
he'll be along pretty soon to see how we did."

Victoria saw through the window that it was already getting light
outside. God! These brutes had been abusing her all night long. She had
lost all concept of time. And now she was emotionally devastated. Not
only had her husband paid them to rape her the was coming back home to
see the results of the nightmare they had put her through.

So, Andy wanted results, did he? Well, she had nothing to lose now. She
had thrown away the last vestige of decency when she orgasmed on Scott's
mouth, with Raul's cock up her ass and then let Raul spit cum from her
ass into her mouth. She hoped that would be depraved enough to please
her horny husband.

Becoming aware of what she was doing, Victoria looked down at the stiff
cocks in her hands. She squeezed each cock, her eyes running up and down
each young man's naked body. They were both nice looking, in different
ways, now that she no longer feared their cocks. Chuck's muscle-bound
body was a study in masculine perfection. And Scott was cute, in a
boyish way.

"This chain isn't necessary anymore," Victoria said, drawing both of
them closer by tugging on their pricks; "I'm ready for anything now,
boys."

"But you look good in chains," Scott said, grinning mischievously at his
buddy. "Don't you think so, Chuck?"

"For sure," Chuck said. "All cunts belong in chains."

Victoria was enjoying the feel of their hard pricks in her hands, and
she realized now that her pussy was itching for more of the rough
fucking these guys knew how to deliver. They did understand women like
her... there was no doubt about that.

"Fuck me, Scott," she whispered, pulling his prick against her drooling
cunt gash. "I like your way with women."

"Yeah?" he said, smiling disarmingly.

Then, like a bolt of lightning, he slapped the shit out of her.

"Oh!" she gasped, feeling a fresh surge of cum-juice deluge her cunt.
"Yes! Take me by force, you beautiful boy! Fuck me!"

Scott drew away, surprised by her reaction. He scowled at her, looking a
bit bewildered.

"It's no fun when you're so goddamned anxious," he said.

"Aw, Scotty," Chuck said in disgust, pushing the youth aside. "You're
sick, man. Anybody ever tell you that?"

"She's nothin' but a cock-crazy slut." Scott said, pouting.

"That's what Andy's payin' us for, stupid!" Chuck said. "To turn his
cold bitch of a wife into a cock-crazy slut." He glanced down at the way
she was clinging to his hard-on. "And I'd say we did a pretty good job.
So now I'm gonna enjoy the results before Andy gets here."

Chuck grabbed the chain on Victoria's collar and yanked it rudely,
forcing her down onto her knees.

"Suck my cock, slut!" he demanded.

Victoria took the big stud's circumcised prick into her mouth eagerly,
cutting her green eyes up at Scott as she began to suck. Her hands
quickly began to roam over Chuck's muscular body. His hard abdomen was
ridged like a washboard, and his ass cheeks were solid muscle. She
squeezed his firm buns and took his prick into her mouth all the way to
its hairy base, nuzzling her nose in the wiry brown hair at his crotch.

"Look at that sleazy slut." Scott said in disgust. "Cock-hungry bitch
she's just like the rest of them."

"Uh huh," Chuck agreed, curling his fingers into her soft blonde hair.
"And it's just great!"

Victoria began moving her head, fucking her face on Chucks prick. She
had ceased to even try to analyze what had come over her. All she knew
was that since she'd experienced that wonderful orgasm she was seeing
men in a whole new way now. She had hated the sight of a naked man
before, her husband included. But now, their bodies looked delicious to
her. And their cocks, which she had feared before, thrilled her to the
core.

She sucked madly on Chuck's prick, swirling her tongue about the spongy
cock head and caressing his naked body adoringly.

"That's so like Andy," she said, shaking her head and smiling. "He
always was a long-shot gambler."

She pulled on Scott's prick, bringing him closer. Then she leaned
forward and kissed the tip of his partially hard cock affectionately,
still clinging to the other guy's cock.

"So?" Scott asked her. "You gonna take him back?"

She sucked the youth's prick into her mouth, sucking on it and causing
his hard- on-to revive quickly. Then she drew away, looking up at them
and grinning, a wicked gleam in her eyes now.

"Maybe," she said. "But it could be I've learned more from you guys than
Andy expected." She moved back to Chuck's crotch, licking his prick
adoringly. "If my husband I stay together, it'll have to be my way."

When Andrew Halstead returned home that morning, he was greeted by a
sight he had explicitly said he did not want to witness.

His lovely young wife was in the middle of the living room floor,
fucking and sucking with all three guys. They were all stark naked. She
was sitting astride Chuck, with his prick in her pussy. Scott was
kneeling near Chuck's head, and Victoria was sucking the boy's cock
hungrily while Raul knelt behind her, fucking his colossal cock in and
out of her ass.

Andrew, wearing white slacks and a colorful Hawaiian shirt, slammed the
front door loudly, obviously wanting to make his presence known.

But the naked group in the middle of the floor ignored his arrival. He
stared wide- eyed at his naked wife, who had a cock stuck in every hole
a cock would fit into. His jaw dropped and he stared in bewildered
disbelief. It was what he had wanted - a cock-crazy slut of a wife - but
it was like too much of a good thing!

She was doing all this because she wanted to; that much was apparent.
There were no signs of restraint.

"Vicky!" he blurted. "Jesus Christ!"

Andrew stomped over to the pile of naked bodies and grabbed his wife by
the hair of her head, forcing her to release Scott's prick from her
mouth and look up.

"Darling!" she exclaimed with faked surprise. "I thought you were in
Tahoe. What are you doing home so soon?"

"Hi, man!" Chuck said, still lying beneath Victoria, his cock in her
cunt and his hands on her tits. "We could use another guy here... this
bitch is wearin' us all out. My prick's raw."

"Right," Raul said matter-of-factly. He moved back and his immense
fucker slurped from Victoria s asshole, "Get your clothes off and stick
your cock up her butt. It's all she ever wants, and I'm out of it."

"Vicky!" Andrew shouted, appalled by the fact that she had returned to
sucking Scott's cock. "Stop it! This instant!"

Abruptly, he grabbed his wife's arm and yanked her to her feet. As she
rose, Chuck's prick slipped from her pussy and slapped wetly back
against his belly. At the same time, her mouth slurped from Scott's
prick, and he stepped back.

"I know you're doing this to get back at me, Vicky," Andrew said,
shaking her by the shoulders. "But I won't tolerate it."

"Just shut up and get your pants off, darling," she said, squeezing his
cock through his white slacks. "I need a cock up my ass quickly it's the
only way I can cum." Her deft hand was unfastening his trousers. "And
I'd rather it would be your cock than anybody else's."

Andrew's mouth was open, but he was speechless as his pants fell and his
wife pushed his bikini underwear down over his thighs. The other men
were sitting around on the floor, watching with amusement.

"I want to see your gorgeous body," she said, unbuttoning his shirt.
"Just relax, sweetheart... relax and go with it."

She pushed the open shirt from his shoulders and it fluttered to the
floor, leaving him standing there naked, his slacks and underwear
crumpled around his ankles.

"You guys get out of here!" Andrew demanded, glaring at his friends. "I
want to be alone with my wife."

"No, no, darling." Victoria said as she sank to her knees and kissed his
limp prick. "I want them here. I need them here."

She took her husband's soft cock into her mouth, caressing his thighs
and calves as her hands descended. Then, sucking lovingly on his prick,
she forced him to step out of his slip-on shoes and his pants and
briefs. He stood there a moment, clad now in nothing but his white
athletic socks, staring in utter bewilderment and embarrassment at the
other men while she slurped ravenously on his cock. He was so
embarrassed he wasn't even getting a hard-on, despite her eager
cock-sucking.

"What have you guys done to her?" Andrew asked nervously.

"Only what you told us to do." Raul said. "Taught her how to appreciate
a man's body."

"And to appreciate a stiff prick," Chuck put in.

"Yeah," Scoff said, chuckling. "She appreciates the hell out of a hard
prick now."

Andrew pulled back, slithering his soft cock from Victoria's sucking
mouth. Quickly, he grabbed her hair again, yanking her to her feet. Her
thrusting tits bobbled as she nearly lost her balance from the violence
of his movement.

"You're disgusting. Victoria!" Andrew shouted in her face. "Absolutely
disgusting!"

"And you're insane, my darling," she whispered, grabbing his limp cock
again. "Mad as a hatter. I think we make a wonderful couple. Don't you?"

He glanced down at her hand grasping his prick, and he saw how her
blonde pussy hair was all wet and matted with fuck-slime. Glistening
ribbons of somebody's cum streaked her inner thighs, draining from her
cunt and asshole at the same time.

"You make me sick!" he blurted.

Then he slapped her' hard across the face.

"Ooooh, yes!" she rasped, squeezing his prick and looking him in the
eyes. "I do so like a man who knows how to take charge."

Andrew slapped her again, even harder. She flinched, and a red flush
colored her cheek. But she still clung to his prick and stared him in
the face.

"Do it again," she murmured. "That makes me so hot!"

"You're sick, Vicky." he said, shaking his head. "You're more sick now
than you were before."

Andrew suddenly realized his cock had come to life while he was slapping
his wife. His hard-on stood up from his crotch, the piss slit glistening
with a droplet of pre-cum. Victoria started squirming her cum- drenched
cunt up against his hairy balls as she grabbed his hard cock with both
hands.

"I should be punished for being such a bad girl," she said. "You may
have to fuck my ass to teach me a lesson."

"Yeah!" Raul urged. "Give it to her the way she likes it, man, up the
old asshole!"

Andrew slapped her again, so hard it caused her hair to fly. Then he
bent down and kissed her, squirming the length of his hard-on against
the slippery slot of her pussy.

"You smell like sex." he whispered.

"I know." she said. "Your friends have been entertaining me."

"The uncouth bastards." he muttered, kissing her again.

"Oh, no," she said, raising her legs and clamping them around his hips.
"They're wonderful - especially Raul."

Before Andrew realized what she was up to, she was maneuvering her
asshole against the blunt tip of his hard-on.

But there was something appealing and exciting about the idea of putting
on such a lewd exhibition with his lovely wife. Andrew had a bit of the
exhibitionist in him, too. But he had never imagined Victoria might
share that perversion with him.

"You know," he whispered, "We're two very trashy people."

"I know," she said, giggling and squirming her ass on his prick. "Isn't
it just marvelous?"

"Damned right!"

Andrew started humping, tucking his cock in his wife's upturned ass. As
he got into a steady fucking rhythm, he lowered his head and started
sucking on one of her tits, delighted at finding the nipple, stiff from
her arousal.

Victoria waved her sleek legs in the air above his back and held his
head against her tit, thrilled by the hot sensation of his big hard
prick fucking in and out of her ass. Her asshole was so runny with cock
cream from the other three guys that Andrew's fucking- soon generated
nasty-sounding suctioning noises. Creamy cum, pumped from her abused ass
by his pistoning prick, burbbled out to coat her ass cheeks and his
hairy groin.

While he fucked her, they both kept glancing at the other men, both of
them getting off on being watched.

Impulsively, Andrew pulled his prick from Victoria's ass and plunged it
into her cunt which was equally wet and slippery. He threw a few hard
cock-thrusts into her pussy, and was just getting into a rhythm when she
abruptly pushed him away and scooted out from under him.

"No, honey!" she squealed, flipping over onto her hands and knees. "Not
my pussy! Fuck my ass!"

A knowing smile was exchanged between Victoria and Raul, who had
introduced her to the wanton thrills of ass-fucking.

Andrew knelt behind his wife and crammed his cock back into her asshole,
fucking in so hard that his cum-laden balls swung up and slapped against
the area between her asshole and her cunt. Rearing back, showing off for
his friends, he clung to her hips and went into a frenzy of
cock-thrusts, fucking her liquefied ass guts with gusto.

He had hardly begun to fuck when she started trying to crawl across the
carpet. At first, Andrew thought she was trying to get away from him.
Then he realized she had her eyes on Raul's colossal cock, which was
draped half hard across his hips as he lay there and watched them.

Drawn to the Mexican's prick as if hypnotized, Victoria dragged her
wildly fucking husband with her as she slowly crawled toward Raul.

"She's after your cock again, Raul," Scott said dryly and with a
suggestion of boyish jealousy in his tone.

"I love that thing!" Victoria cried, grabbing Raul's prick and trying to
stuff it into her mouth.

"No," he said firmly, taking his cock away from her. "I've fucked you
till I'm raw. Lemme alone, now."

Andrew was still pounding the prick to her upthrust ass, and her tits
dangled against Raul's massive thigh as she tried once more to get his
prick into her mouth.

"Crazy cunt!" he snarled, turning over onto his belly to keep her away
from his sore prick. "Suck somebody else."

Andrew wasn't offended by his wife's fixation for Raul's cock. It was,
admittedly, a magnificent hunk of cock meat. And the big bruiser wasn't
bad looking. Definitely not unfair competition.

While her husband fucked her hot ass and mauled her dangling fits,
Victoria remained perched there on hands and knees, looking dejectedly
at Raul's ass, which was near her face. She wanted his cock, but now
that big beautiful fucker of his was hidden and out of reach between his
belly and the carpet.

She twisted her neck, looking back at her madly fucking husband.

"Forgive me, darling," she said. "But this man just drives me wild I'm
not entirely responsible for my actions when I'm around him."

With that, she lowered her head and starting licking up and down Raul's
hairy ass crevice, kneading the muscular buns of his ass with both hands.

"Look at that nasty bitch!" Scott exclaimed, jabbing Chuck in the ribs
with an elbow. "She and Raul are two of a kind."

Hearing Scott's accurate appraisal of his wife only served to arouse
Andrew more, and his speeded up his fucking, which seemed to amplify the
obscene slurping sound of cum being pumped from her asshole.

"Woman, you are too fuckin' much!" Raul said, sounding disgusted. But he
elevated his bare ass, obviously enjoying the attention. "Not bad for an
amateur, though. Stick your tongue in my butt yeah, like that. Uuummm!"

When the big man raised his hips, Victoria started flicking her tongue
in his tight asshole rapidly. And she took advantage of the moment to
reach beneath him to grab hold of his prick. She was pleased to find his
prick swelling and stiffening in her hand, and she licked and
tongue-fucked his ass with increased enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, she kept her own upthrust ass wiggling while Andrew plundered
her swampy ass guts with his stiff fucker. Chuck and Scott, aroused by
the lewd spectacle, had begun jacking off as they watched. The sight of
such a sweet and innocent- looking young woman getting her ass fucked to
mush by her husband while she licked the big Mexican's brown butt had
given both of them throbbing hard-ons again. And they were not the kind
of guys to let a good hard- on go to waste.

Scott quickly crawled over where Victoria could reach his cock, and she
grabbed it and began stroking it fondly. And, when Chuck joined them on
the other side, she reached out and took hold of his big, hard prick.

Andrew kept fucking her ass, wondering if he could get off this way.
They had all fucked her ass so much during the night that it was like
plunging his prick into a bowl of raw liver... there were good
sensations, but no friction on his cock.

Raul rolled over, his massive prick flopping up into Victoria's face.
She grabbed his hard-on, her eyes almost crossing as she admired that
big brown prick that had given her the first orgasm of her life. She
pushed the skin on the gigantic cock shaft downward, causing the glossy
dark-colored cock head to flare and drool pre-cum.

"Oh, Andy" she said, "You just can't imagine how much I love this big
ugly thing." She looked back over, her shoulder. "Can't we keep Raul
around all the time?"

"What?" Andrew stopped fucking, looking at her and seeing that she was
serious. "Certainly you can't keep an extra man around the house like a
pet."

"It's okay by me," Raul said, shrugging. "Long as I get to see my other
women whenever I want to."

"Please, darling?" she pleaded, still hanging onto Chuck's and Scott's
pricks. "Maybe he can bring his other women over once in a while for you
to fuck so you won't get bored."

"Yeah," Raul said, resting back on his elbows. "I can dig that, man.
I've got some real hot chicks on the string, too."

"I just bet you do," Victoria said coyly.

Andrew just stared at the Mexican for a moment. Then he sighed, resigned
to a life of debauchery and not altogether displeased at the prospect.

"Sure," he finally said. "Why the hell not?" Andrew started fucking
Victoria's ass again, but she stopped him.

"And these two, also," she said, tugging at Chucks and Scott's pricks.
She giggled girlishly at her husband's expression of shock. "They're a
lot of fun, too. And the blond one's so damned cute!"

Andrew couldn't believe it. Victoria was talking about these guys as if
they were things, rather than people. She had always hated it when men
talked about women that way.

Scott blushed slightly with embarrassment, something he seldom
experienced. Andrew sneered at the youth, then grinned at Chuck, who he
knew well.

"You guys want to live with us?" he asked.

"Okay by me." Chuck said, smiling down at Victoria. "Your wife's a hot
piece of ass. Anyway, it beats that hotel we're shacked up in. Right,
guys?"

Scott and Raul agreed, causing Victoria to squeal with glee. She lurched
forward suddenly, leaving her husband's ass- slimed cock bobbing lewdly
in the air. He thought she had abandoned him when she scrambled astride
Raul's loins and sat down on his upthrust fucker. But she had hardly
settled her ass down on Raul' s monolith of a prick before she was
leaning to one side, taking Andrew's slimy cock into her mouth.

Victoria fucked her ass up and down on the Mexican's prick and clung to
the other two guys' pricks while she sucked hungrily on Andrew's prick.
She was in slut heaven, with a cock up her ass, a cock in each hand, and
her husband's cock in her mouth.

THE END


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