by Paul Gable
“No, I won’t listen to this.”
“You’ll do anything I damn well tell you, baby. You’ll do it ’cause you dig it. Yeah,” he said, his voice trembling with lust, “you’ll do it ’cause chicks like YOU dig guys like me. Man, I could see it in your eyes, baby. You dig getin’ fucked… ‘specially by someone like me and the other guys, right?”
Janet couldn’t answer him. Her voice froze. But she knew he was right.
“I’m gonna hang up right now,” she panted, feeling her cunt tighten at the sound of Jack’s voice.
“No, you ain’t, ’cause if you do, I’m gonna call you right back. And then… then I might come over there and see your old lady. Yeahh,” he said, his voice trailing off again. “Yeah, that’d be good. See if your mother’s got as much spunk in her ass as the daughter.”
Janet froze with horror. The thought of seeing Jack standing in the living room, of having him attack her mother right there in front of her eyes terrified her. That would be too much for her to stand. She rolled her head from side to side, still holding the receiver tightly to her ear, listening to Jack’s mocking voice.
“Yeah, I didn’t think you’d hang up. We want you comin’ back here real soon.”
“Wh-what?”
Janet couldn’t believe she heard him correctly. Go back there, expose herself once more to… to him and Bill and Greig? He had to be joking! Nothing in the world could make her go back and submit to that kind of abuse again, nothing!
“You heard me, baby, we want you comin’ back here. Bet we could take care of you real good… make you feel nice, make us feel nice.”
Janet sucked in a deep breath, feeling her head reel around. She was about to shout no, then she thought once more about Jack’s threat – about him coming here, about him standing in her house, then chasing her frightened mother around until he raped her. Janet shook her head, driving away the thought of watching her mother being fucked in front of her eyes. No, that would never happen. She would rather take her chances and submit to those brutes once more than have them coming to her house to fetch her.
“I… I don’t have a car and…”
“You’ll get down here one way or another,” Jack said, his voice growing cold. “And when you do, man, it’s gonna be real nice. I’m gonna bite your tits this time. Didn’t get a chance to do it this last time, baby, ’cause you was on your fuckin’ belly. But, man, I wanna get my teeth into them tits… feel ’em jigglin’ around in my mouth!”
Janet moaned. She wanted to slam the phone down, but she couldn’t. Just listening to him made her excited all over again. She was enjoying this conversation as much as loathing it. She started wiggling on the bed, shifting her butt from side to side. Her fingers moved down her dress, hiked it up to her waist, then she hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her panties and shoved down. The cool air felt good against her burning wet cuntlips! If only Jack knew what he was doing to her.
“Yeah, bite them tits, get my teeth into them. And maybe then I’ll eat your pussy…”
“No, no!”
She thought of his large sensuous mouth, thought of having his lips sliding up and down her cunt, his tongue sticking into her just as his cock had. She groaned, raising her knees slowly, feeling the muscles cramp around her calves as she curled her toes.
“Yeah, and then I’m gonna fuck you… fuck you real hard.”
Janet made a move to hang up. But her muscles refused to respond. She raised her knees a little more, then let them fall apart. She felt her cuntlips un-sticking, peeling back, revealing the dark pink moist pussymeat. She moved her fingertips lightly over her snatch, felt the tiny muscles at the mouth of her cunt flutter then shut, trying to draw in her tracing fingers. She was hot, really hot! And Jack’s terrible suggestions were making her even hotter.
“No, no. I don’t wanna talk to you. Don’t ever call me up again,” she said in an unconvincing whisper.
“Yeah, sure you don’t. Man, I can hear it, baby. What are you doin’, playin’ with yourself? That’s what I’m doin’… feelin’ my cock right through my pants while talkin’ to you. And, man, we’re gonna have ourselves some time tomorrow, you understand? That’s when I’m gonna get into you… me and the boys here. They want a crack at you too, baby, and man I think they’re hotter ‘n me.”
She thought of Bill, of Greig, of having them fuck her as well as Jack. Janet felt her heart pounding. She was dizzy. Her pussy flooded hot juice, her fingers growing slick with it.
“No, no, I’m gonna… gonna hang up and you don’t call… again and…”
Her fingers strayed into her hot hole now, two of them making soft fucking movements while she cramped her ass muscles and made hunching movements against her palm.
“We’re gonna start real slow… that’s how I’ll do it. I’ll let you put it in. You wanna put my cock into your hale, baby? You wanna touch it when it slides in, peels you wide open?”
“Ohhh… ohhhhhhhh, God!” Janet breathed.
“And then we’re gonna work you over… tie you up, bitch. Make you pay for it. Man, you’re gonna feel them ropes against you, holdin’ you down while we fuck the shit outta you.”
“No?”
“And I know you’re gonna dig it. My cock’s been in you before, baby. I know you gotta have dickmeat, gotta have your cunt split open by a guy’s cock a lotta times. You’re one of them kinda broads. And I’ll bet you’re gonna dig bondage too, baby. Yeah, you’re real young, but that don’t mailer when it comes to ropes, right?”
Janet didn’t know what he was talking about. Nonsense. Nonsense, all of it. Then why couldn’t she hang up, tell him where to get off? Instead, she was moving her ass up and down against the steady slick rub of her fingers. She couldn’t keep her ass still. She found hers if tilting her hips as far to one side as they would go then tilting them the other way, finger-fucking herself while Jack’s voice droned on.
“Bet I can make you come lots of times.”
“Yeahhh…”
Janet shuddered. The wet mess between her legs was throbbing now. Her cunt was feverish, swollen. She bobbed her ass around in circles as her fingers brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She was coming… slowly, furiously, ecstatically. Her calves cramped while one leg kicked out and hit the wall.
“I’m gonna give you the address. Take it down, baby, and you be over here tomorrow afternoon around three. You don’t come and we’re goin’ over to your place and fetch ya, and your mother too, maybe.”
He was laughing softly again. Did he know he’d made her cum? Did he realize that just his talking about fucking had made her cum? Janet groaned, her heaving ass slowly calming down from its frantic bucking movements. Her fingers slipped out. She felt juices dribbling down into her butt crack, seeping into her asshole.
“Thirty Nineteenth Place, baby. You be over here at three o’clock… here or we’re gonna getcha.”
There was a click quickly followed by the buzzing dial tone. Janet let the receiver fall from her ear. She lay on her back, gazing at the ceiling. Her mind was blank – until she thought of those men, thought of what they were going to do to her.
Rolling over to one side and curling into a fetal position, Janet sobbed herself to sleep, knowing that there was no one who could help her.
Chapter 6
It was all too familiar.
The smell of the ocean, the sounds of the waves as they fanned out along the botch. Janet remembered how happy she’d been at the start. It was so beautiful to see the puffy clouds scudding overhead, smelling the sharp pungent aroma of the sea, hear the splash of the waves. But under it all was the horror of what had happened here is Venice.
As she walked slowly down the walk, her hair whipping behind her, Janet thought of how she’d barely managed to say goodbye to her mother without breaking into tears. She had felt like some sacrificial virgin going to the slaughter! Virgin! No, that was one thing no one would be able to call her now. Jack had taken care of that, pile dr
iving his fat-headed cock through her cherry, tearing it away, and tearing away her innocence. A tear oozed from her eye. She wouldn’t think of it any more. There was this ordeal to go through, a horror she would have to endure to keep her shame a secret. Not even Julie was to know about this. She had pretended to be sick at school, making sure Julie didn’t learn of it. Her friend would be calling her up at home, alerting her mother that something was wrong. No, hopefully this horror would be over soon and she could catch the bus back without anyone being the wiser.
Yet, if she ran now, they would never find her. For a moment she thought about leaving Venice, running away from Los Angeles. It was stupid, hopeless. She had no money, no friends or relatives nearby. How would she get across the country? And then there were men out there, perhaps worse than Jack or his friends.
Glancing at her wristwatch. It was ten to three. There was no time to think about foolish things. Pushing herself away from the railing, she turned and walked toward Nineteenth Place. How she envied the children playing in the sand, shouting and giggling, ignoring her while their parents looked on. If only she could be a child again, not have the horrible thoughts going through her mind as they were now.
“God!”
There was the street, that awful house at the end near the canals. Already she could feel her flesh crawling with something like revulsion and excitement combined. Perhaps Jack was right. Perhaps she was one of those women who enjoyed being beaten up by men, who loved being pushed around, then being fucked.
Sucking in her lower lip, trying to muster her flagging courage, Janet marched over the broken pavement to the run-down wooden house. Stopping by the gate, she cocked her head to one side. There was the sound of Latin music coming from the house next door. She thought she could see someone peering through the lace curtains. Did they know what was going on? Was that some woman eyeing her, pitying her, unable to help her as she marched off to her fate? Was there a man there who could rush in and save her if the others became too rough? No, they were probably just as frightened of Jack as she was.
The gate creaked open and Janet walked to the front door, hesitating only for a moment before knocking rapidly.
Jack appeared at the door, examined her briefly to make sure no one was with her, then jerked his head back in a movement to indicate she should walk in.
“Come here.”
The door slammed behind her. There was that same sour, stale smell hanging in the air. She sniffed, wrinkled up her nose, then squinted her eyes, trying to get them adjusted to the dim light.
Bill had begun to draw the drapes over the front windows. From the beer cans scattered on the rug, she guessed the threesome was well on the way to a heavy drunk. Janet stood there, her hands folded in front of her, wishing she could simply sink through the floor and die.
“I said move!”
Janet walked over to him and looked at Jack’s cruel yet handsome-looking face. His eyes seemed to bore a hole right through her! Jack fished out a pack of cigarettes, tapped one out. He lit it, flicking the still-smoldering match to the floor. He inhaled deeply, blowing blue-gray smoke into Janet’s face. She turned her head, putting one fist to her mouth and coughing violently.
“Get ‘er naked.”
The command was almost military. She heard two beer cans being set down behind her. In a flash Bill and Greig were behind her, their fingers fumbling with her blouse and her skirt.
“No.”
Wheeling around, Janet curled her fingers into to fists and started beating at Bill’s face, jerking her knee forward and trying to catch Greig in the groin. But it was hopeless, so hopeless! Bill had her by the waist, holding her tightly to his body. Behind her Greig was tearing her blouse off her, ripping the garment off her shoulders.
Snapping her head back, Janet let out a cry of wild despair. The blouse was gone! She could feel the dank air of the room against her naked flesh. Next came the bra. Fingers slipped under the elastic strap, fumbled with the snap, pulled it open. Someone tore off, threw it to the corner.
“Noooooo!”
Bill had her hand pinned behind her back, twisting her wrist around until Janet found herself bending to one side. She was off balance, nearly falling to the floor, while in front of her Jack laughed at her plight. In another moment she felt something tear around her waist. Her skirt was being pulled down, her feet raised, the garment flying away from her body. In another instant she felt fingers playing with her panties. Somehow the terrified blond teen had managed to work one hand free, twisting it from Bill’s heavy grip. She gripped the waistband of her panties and hauled it back up. The men laughed, backing away for a moment, giving the frantic girl some room as she clutched her pink nylon panties desperately. They were toying with her, playing with her just as they had played with her five days before. She moved her eyes from one man to the other, feeling herself on edge, ready to spring away from any of them if they started for her.
“Feisty bitch, huh, guys? She ain’t mellowed since I popped her cherry last week. That’s real fuckin’ good, baby, real good!”
“Animals!”
Jack got up, holding the burning cigarette in front of him like a weapon. He moved, his boots crunching over the dirty wooden floor.
“Oh please, please don’t hurt me,” Janet whispered hoarsely.
She shook her head from side to side, her mouth open, her eyes tearing as she backed away from Jack. When the backs of her legs touched the couch, Janet knew she had reached the end of her rope. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Protectively she crossed her arms over her tits, her eyes rounded, focused on the glowing red tip of that cigarette.
“I like nipples like you got – nice, long and red. They get even stiffer and redder when you get goin’, you know that? Man, when I was fuckin’ you, they was like rocks,” Jack said, laughing softly.
Janet gasped, her eyes dropping for a moment to his crotch. She saw his cock stiffening, pushing up against the front of his trousers, tenting them while he kept talking about her tits, her nipples. Janet stood very still, watching him raise that cigarette. With a quick slap of his left hand, Jack knocked her arms away from her tits, warning her not to move.
“Yeah, nice hard nipples, nice and red,” he whispered, moving the tip of his cigarette within a few inches of her left tit tip.
“Please!” Janet whimpered, her body trembling with fear.
“Please, what? You want more? You want me to fuck you nice and hard?”
His lips were curled up cruelly, his eyes burning with something more than sexual desire, something more than a store desire to fuck her. Something in the back of Janet’s mind was responding to his cruelty.
Janet took in a deep breath and held it. Her tits rode high on her chest, swelling out, the nipples nice and hard and red, the way Jack liked them. She stood very still, not daring to move as the big man in front of her brought that cigarette up toward her.
Fear coursed through Janet, her flesh breaking out into a cold sweat. She felt perspiration trickling from under her arms and oozing down her sides. The girl could feel the heat from the cigarette start to singe her nipple. It was starting to hurt her very much.
But then something else was happening. That voice, that faint voice inside her was growing louder. She could barely make it out. She was beginning to feel something other than pain rising in her. It was excitement, a wild kind of arousal that she knew no decent woman would experience. Something was happening deep down inside her, something that would have been better left alone. It was just like the feeling she had when Jack brutalized her the last time, when he talked so dirty to her on the phone! Maybe that rape had triggered something awful in her, something that was now mixing up pleasure and pain in her mind and body.
“Oh don’t, don’t.”
The sight of that burning cigarette an inch from her nipple made her shiver.
Jack smiled. He saw her shuddering, saw the look of animal terror glowing in her eyes. And he also saw the excitement that
made her flesh crawl, made her eyes glow with something more than simple fear. Yes, he was in tune to Janet, in tune to her body and what was going on inside her even if the girl was ignorant of what she felt.
“Come on, baby, you want this… want it as bad as I do.”
Janet moved back slightly. Jack grunted, moved the cigarette a little closer. And then it happened. He touched the burning tip to her nipple.
At first, Janet couldn’t believe it! The idea that another human would do this sort of thing to her shocked her. There was disbelief, followed quickly by the sensation of agony against the tip of her tit. Then she snapped her head back, her right hand coming up protectively and brushing away the cigarette as the searing pain made her shriek.
“Aaaghghhhhh!”
Stumbling backward, Janet toppled onto the couch, her hair whipping across her face. Her tits slapped together while her legs jerked apart. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she rubbed the injured nipple gingerly with one hand.
“No, baby, no, you don’t get off that easy,” Jack said, crushing the burning cigarette under the heel of his boot. Reaching down, he backhanded Janet. “Understand? You don’t get away from me ‘less I tell you.”
“Y-yes,” she stammered, blinking away the tears.
Oh, how it hurt! And yet the girl knew there would be more – much more.
“Lie down.”
“Where?” Janet asked, whimpering. Was he going to fuck her again? There would be no pain… at least like the last time.
“On the table, baby,” he said, pointing to what appeared to be an old Formica-topped kitchen table. There were some papers scattered on the filthy surface. Jack swept them off with his hand. Janet watched as the papers fluttered to the floor, her nipple still hurting from the burning cigarette.
“Come on, don’t be stupid, bitch,” Jack muttered.
When she still hesitated, be stepped forward and yanked her off the couch. Bill and Greig slapped her ass as she passed by, making her squeal in fright and pain.
“Don’t!”
“They ain’t gonna hurt you… yet. It’s my turn first.”
