Chapter Two
Judeth spent the next two days in the house. She was afraid to venture outside so soon after having been raped. She was terribly ashamed. She did not see how she could show her face in Crystal Point after what had happened. So she moped around the house, watching television and listening to records, trying to keep busy in hopes that the terrible memory of the rape would soon fade from her mind.
Aunt Mary became worried and asked what was wrong. Judeth told her aunt that she was bored.
"Well, dear," Aunt Mary said, "why don't you take the car and go for a drive? It's a beautiful day today."
"Okay," Judeth said. She went to her room and got dressed. She wore a skimpy halter top, a pair of tightfitting jeans, sandals and a wide-brimmed straw hat. She picked up the keys to the M.G. Midget. She walked past the tennis court and the swimming pool, and strolled into the garage.
She smiled as she stepped forward and opened the car door, and wondered why she hadn't thought of taking a drive before. She had just passed her driver's test two months ago, so the thrill of driving had not yet worn off. It would be nice, she thought, to drive out to the dunes.
As she slipped into the driver's seat, she vaguely sensed that someone was watching her from a distance. But she shrugged it off and started the engine, smiling as the motor began to purr. Judeth really loved driving, especially when she had a cute little sportscar to zip around in. At home, she was not allowed to drive very often. Her father did not really approve. But out here at the beach, she had access to her Aunt Mary's car whenever she wanted it.
She reflected on how nice her Aunt Mary was to her. Aunt Mary was a widow. Her husband had died in a boating accident two years ago. The, papers had caused quite a stir at the time because Judeth's father, who was with the man at the time, had managed to miraculously escape injury when the boat capsized. Nasty allegations of foul play were leveled at Judeth's father. There were rumors that the men had been partners in some venture, and that previous to the strange sinking boat incident, they had had a falling out.
Her father and her Aunt Mary had quarreled, but the matter was dropped. Soon thereafter, Aunt Mary moved into the spacious Crystal Point cottage.
The engine roared to life as she stepped on the gas pedal and zoomed out of the garage. Before long, Judeth was zipping down the highway, guiding the vehicle through tight turns as she headed toward the dunes. Her spirits picked up as she drove along at a fast clip, watching the comfortable beach homes recede as she approached the bare, undeveloped area known simply as "the dunes." Someday, this beautiful bare land filled with rolling sandy hillocks would disappear. Developers would buy up the land and build condominiums, motels, supermarkets and hot dog stands. But, for now. the dunes were free of congestion and business hype, and Judeth momentarily forgot her troubles.
The road narrowed to two lanes so she let up on the gas and slowed down. Up ahead, on the side of the road, a bulldozer blocked one lane and part of the other. In order to drive safely past, she would be forced to slow down almost to a stop. No matter. It was a pretty day and she was in no hurry to get anywhere.
She shifted down through the gears into first, applying the brakes until she was traveling at a scant five miles per hour.
Then, Judeth was shocked to see a big blue van pull out from behind the bulldozer and block her way. Fortunately, she was traveling slow enough to brake and pull over into the sand to avoid a collison. She waited for the driver of the van to back out of the way, but instead, two men jumped out of the back and ran quickly toward her.
"Hey!" she shouted in a confused tone. "What's going on here, anyway?"
A big, muscular man wearing a faded green leisure suit stepped forward and, without a word, opened her car door. He reached inside and pulled her out.
"I said what's going on?" she repeated in a startled voice.
"Shut up, Judeth!" the other man said. He grasped her wrists and held them tightly behind her back.
She felt a thick rope being tied around her wrists. Then she was led quickly to the van and thrown roughly onto the carpeted floor in the back. The two men stepped in after her, slamming the doors shut. The driver hit the accelerator, burning rubber as they sped off.
Judeth stared wide-eyed at the two men.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Just call me Bob," said the man in the leisure suit. "This is Johnny. Max is our driver."
"All right, Bob and Johnny," Judeth said flippantly. "Suppose you guys tell me what's happening."
"Okay, sweetheart," the man called Bob replied. He spoke in a heavy Boston accent. "Put simply, Judeth Brathmeyer, you have just been kidnapped by three very dangerous and unscrupulous men. If you are a lucky little girl, your father will bail you out of this mess with a million in cool, green cash. If not ... well, we'll worry about that if and when the time comes. Okay?"
"No," she replied indignantly. "It's not okay! You can't do this to me!"
"We seem to be doing astonishingly well up to this point, my dear girl," Bob said with a chortle.
The big man named Johnny stared at Judeth with cold, dark eyes. Judeth glanced at him and chills ran up and down her spine.
"She's pretty, Bob," the big man said as he reached a clammy hand out and ripped her halter top off. "I wanna fuck her."
"What-what?" Judeth stammered.
"You heard me, cunt!" the big man snorted. Turning to address his partner, he said, "What do you think, Bob? Can I fuck her now? I don't feel like waiting."
"Sure, go ahead and fuck the snotty little bitch. Maybe she'll take us more seriously and cut that high and mighty act of hers. I'll ride up front with Max. Fuck her real good now," Bob said as he stepped forward to sit with the driver.
Judeth squirmed about on the carpeted floor of the van. She shook her head in disbelief, her eyes open wide. She stared at the man, watched him strip off his shirt, pull off his shoes, step out of his trousers. Watched him stroke his cock, and run his thick, hairy gnarled fingers along his cock-shaft. She shook with fear and cowered in the corner of the moving van, wondering what, if anything, she could do to stop the big, hairy man from raping her.
"Aw, come on now babycakes," the man said. "Don't give Johnny a hard time. Johnny don't like babes to give him a hard time," he said threateningly as he stroked his lengthy prick and moved forward slowly.
"No, please don't ... please don't," she pleaded as tears filled her eyes and ran down her flushed cheeks. "I ... I wouldn't be able to stand it. I ... my god!" she gasped as she glanced at his swollen prick. His prick was menacing. Thick blue veins lined the surface of his cock, and his cock-knob was crimson red. Next to this man's, Eddie's cock was like a shrimp!
"Yeah, my prick is kinda big," the man said, almost apologetically. "But, you'll get used to it, kid. Believe me, you'll love the feel of it," he quipped. He broke up laughing. But, an instant later, his face became contorted and hard looking. His rough features were sharp and angular.
He looked strangely handsome, in an odd sort of way. Under other circumstances, Judeth might even have found Johnny attractive. If central casting were to order up the biggest, hairiest, toughest, strongest, most menacing looking character on the lot, this guy would be it. She was stunned at the size of his prick. She had never dreamed that pricks came so big!
"Hey ... hey now, little darlin'," he said in a calm voice that was deceptively pleasant. "Don't be scared. I'll be nice."
"You will?" she inquired flatly.
"Sure, sweet-cheeks. Hell, I'll even let you get the feel of my big cock before I fuck you. Here, go ahead and touch it," he said.
Judeth cringed in the corner. She wasn't about to touch his mammoth prick. Besides, her hands were tied behind her back. She couldn't touch his prick even if she wanted to.
"0h, I see," the man said mockingly. "Your hands are all tied up at the moment." He shrugged resignedly. "Well, then. I guess if you can't touch my prick, you can at least taste it. Yeah, sure. You can taste my cock." He grabbed her by the neck and pushed her face down until her lips were scant inches from the tip of his blue veined prick.
"No, please don't make me do this," she whimpered. She was wasting her time, but she didn't know what else to say. In the back of her mind, she thought that maybe the big man would take pity on her and leave her be.
No such luck.
His strong hands pinched the flesh on her bare shoulders, then he gripped one of her nipples and squeezed it until she cried out in anguish.
"Don't hurt me. Whatever you do, please don't hurt me," she said.
He loosened his grip at once. "Darlin', the last thing I want to do is hurt you. After all, sweet-cheeks, if I mess you up too badly, you won't be worth too much to your old man. But, hear me, and hear me straight. You can't go pissing me off, you understand? Because I can get real nasty if I get pissed off. Okay?"
"Okay, I understand," she whimpered.
"Now, suppose you just suck my cock. Right now!" he demanded loudly. "Yeah, baby. Suck Johnny's big prick, sweet-cheeks. Show Johnny that you don't want to piss him off." He pressed down on her shoulders and arched his back so that his cock-knob pressed against her moist lips.
Judeth felt sick to her stomach. But she knew that she had to obey Johnny's vile command. She stuck her tongue out and tenderly licked the tip of his big, hard cock. His balls dangled freely beneath his prick. The sight of such huge balls frightened Judeth. But she did what she had to do. She was in this man's power, unable to do anything but obey him. Her tongue flicked over his bulbous cock-knob and he stiffened immediately.
"Ummm, that's nice. That feels real nice. I haven't had a good blow-job in a long time, babe," he said. "Suppose you suck my cock real nice now. Just wrap your ruby-red lips around my prick and suck away, okay?"
Judeth made a muffled sound of acknowledgement and kept sucking the man's big prick which was buried deep in her mouth.
He began to face-fuck her rapidly, pumping his hard cock deep into her mouth with swift, powerful motions. When he lunged forward, her lips parted to receive his hard cock-thrust and her mouth filled to overflowing with the big man's huge hard-on. His cock-knob bounced off the back of her throat and slipped away again, only to be slurped between her lips and back into her mouth and throat.
"Oh, yeah. You give a million dollar blowjob, cunt," he gasped. He jerked about wildly as he rammed his mammoth cock into her mouth. His big balls contracted into a tight sac of flesh as she sucked his prick. "Yeah, that's a real nice blow-job." He gasped and plunged forward, ramming his massive cock-stand into her sucking mouth. "Goddamn! Wouldn't your old man just love to see you now, giving Big Johnny a terrific blow-job? Holy shit!"
She gagged and almost got sick, but she managed to pull herself together and continued to suck Big Johnny's prick. He bucked and pumped and twisted about as he crammed her mouth full of his hard cock, gasping and panting as he brutally raped her pretty face.
Then, with a sudden lurching movement, Big Johnny stiffened, tightened every muscle in his body, and came.
"Aaaggghhh! Oh, yeah! Unnggghhh!" he panted hoarsely as he shot his load of jism into her sucking mouth.
His prick twitched and throbbed inside her mouth as the man came. A huge glob of cum spurted out of his piss-slit and shot with terrific force into her mouth, streaming down her throat.
She gagged and started to cough, but he placed his thick meaty hands on her shoulders and tugged her forward, shouting, "Suck it all down, you little smart-ass cunt. You think you're such a hot little cunt, don't you? Well, right now you're gonna eat my cum, suck it all down your throat, milk my prick until it's dry. Milk it, honey-cunt. Milk my cock!"
Stifling her cries and trying not to gag on the man's big prick as it spewed cum-juice into her mouth, Judeth obeyed the man's crude command. She began to milk his prick, sucking hard on his cock-knob to extract all of his sticky, creamy jism. The cum-juice filled her mouth and drooled out the corners of her lips as she frantically tried to swallow all of the man's huge load of jizz. She felt terribly degraded, utterly abased, as she sucked his prick dry.
Big Johnny let his cock pop free of her sucking lips, and he sat back on his ass, groaning with sexual satisfaction.
Judeth glared at the crude man. Her face was covered with huge tears, and her mouth felt sticky from the man's cum. Jizz drooled out of her mouth obscenely.
"That was good. Real good. That was one nice million dollar cock-sucking, babe," the man said. He chuckled, stretched and lay back on the floor of the van, then took a deep breath, sighed and began to snore. He was fast asleep.
Judeth cringed in the corner, wondering what would happen next.
* * *
When the van finally slowed to a stop, it was dark. Judeth heard animal sounds and the chirping of crickets. She was somewhere in the country, but where? They had been driving for three or four hours at least.
Big Johnny had awakened, but he hadn't bothered her since he had forced her to suck his cock. He just sat at the other end of the van, chuckling and talking to himself.
Bob moved into the back of the van, smiled at Judeth, and spoke. "Okay, Judeth," he said. "We're going inside. Let me warn you. There is no way to escape. Don't even try. You'd just be wasting your time. The place is guarded by dogs. Even if you managed to get out of the house, you wouldn't get far. And they're trained to kill. They'd chew You to bits. We'll just wait it out here, and when your father comes across with a million in cash, we'll let you go. Okay?" "Yes," she replied weakly.
Turning to Big Johnny, Bob said, "You stay outside and keep watch." Then, Bob told the driver to ditch the van, and Bob led Judeth out of the van and toward the dark house.
From the outside, the big wooden house looked deserted, but inside, the place was clean, warm, freshly painted a bright blue and furnished with nice, comfortable chairs and couches. The interior of the place reminded her a little of her Aunt Mary's beach cottage at Crystal Point. The style was similar. Reproductions of French paintings and prints and Spanish bullfighting lithographs lined the walls, just as they did at her Aunt Mary's house at the beach. She reflected on the coincidence, but quickly let the matter drop.
Bob led the frightened girl into a back room, where two people sat on a large couch, watching the news and smoking nervously.
"Hey Marvin, here's the girl," Bob said loudly, catching the couple by surprise.
Quickly, the man spun around, pulled a revolver out of his belt and aimed it at Bob.
"Hold it!" Bob screamed in fright. "It's me, dammit! It's me!"
"You dumb son of a bitch!" the man screamed. "What the hell's the matter with you, anyway? Sneaking up on us like that. Shit, man! I could've blown you and the girl away!"
"Whew," Bob gasped. He sighed in relief and apologized. "I guess I wasn't thinking, Marvin. Goddamn! I'm glad you didn't shoot. Shit!"
Marvin stood up and stepped forward, appraising the girl with cold, amber eyes. "Well, well. So this is little Miss Judeth Brathmeyer, our ticket to health and wealth in the Bahamas. Give us a smile, sweetheart," he said, addressing Judeth.
Judeth smirked and gave the man a cold stare. "How long will I have to stay in this dump?" she blurted out.
"Now, now, Judeth," Marvin said condescendingly. "That's no way to treat your hosts, is it?"
"Shove it," she replied brashly.
"Well, boys," came the woman's icy voice. "It sounds like the little rich bitch doesn't appreciate our taking her in. Perhaps I should teach her some manners. What do you say, Marvin?"
"Just hold on now, Margaret. I don't want you fucking around with the merchandise just yet. I'm going to have a word with Bob while we chain her up downstairs. Be right back," Marvin said as he took his leave of Margaret.
Marvin led Judeth and Bob down a long, winding staircase that opened into a large basement room. When Marvin turned on the lights, Judeth was stunned to see that the room was decorated like a medieval torture chamber. The walls were lined with thick wooden racks, custom built to hold a vast assortment of whips, chains, paddles, leather hoods, gags and birch sticks.
"Good lord in heaven! What in the world is all this stuff?" Judeth gasped in astonishment. "This place is from another world,"
"Yes, my little Miss Brathmeyer," Marvin replied matter-of-factly. He spoke in a haughty manner, and with a great deal of pride. "Feast your little eyes, my lovely. What you are looking at is one of the world's most extensive collections of torture devices. I'm a connoisseur. I suppose one might think it a strange vice to collect such bizarre instruments of torture, but I am quite fond of my collection. Isn't this a lovely cat-o'-nine-tails?" he queried Judeth as he plucked a wicked black whip with nine strands of thick leather off the rack.
"Y-yes, it is something, all right," Judeth said in mock appreciation as she stood before the strange man. "I bet that thing really could hurt a person, huh?"
"Oh, yes indeed, Miss Brathmeyer. Yes, indeed. This little beauty sure can sting. Would you like to feel its bite, darling?" he asked with a sly grin.
"N-no sir," she answered quickly. "No thank you."
He laughed and replaced the wicked leather whip, saying, "I'm sure you wouldn't like it, Judeth." Then licking his lips and leering at her, he added, "Some women do, you know."
"I wouldn't know," she said, shaking her head.
"Well, let's hope for your sake that you never find out what it's like to be whipped with the cat, or with any of my fine assortment of whips, thongs, and paddles. Let's hope that your father, the great, wealthy Mr. Bratton Brathmeyer sees fit to bail you out of this mess. And soon. It'll cost him a cool million dollars, and not a penny less, to ransom your ass out of here."
"He'll pay it," Judeth said. "He loves me. My father loves me and I know he'll give you the money."
"Well, little Judeth," the man said threateningly, "for your sake, let's hope so." Then, he stepped over to a heavy wooden table and, with Bob's help, he pushed the table into the center of the room. Next, he gestured for Judeth to step forward. She did so and stared in awe. The thick wooden table was equipped with heavy steel pegs which protruded from each corner. Attached to the pegs were thick leather cuffs which, she realized at once, were intended to hold the victim strapped to the table. Judeth flinched and stepped back bumping into Bob.
"Hold her while I strip off her clothes," the man instructed his cohort.
"With pleasure," Bob answered as he held her tightly in his firm grasp. "Say, Marvin, after we get her all squared away down here, do you think that I could-?"
"Sure, no problem, Bob," Marvin replied bruskly. "Hell, you've done a damned good job. A nice, clean professional job. You can have her for a while. Don't mess her up too badly though. Fuck her if you want to, or make her suck your cock, but don't beat her up. We want this little kitten to look nice in case we need to take any pictures to convince her old man that he should cough up some of his money."
Judeth was stunned! She stared at the two men in disbelief. It was only then that she realized how dangerous these people could be. They were serious, dead serious! She thought of her father. Surely, he would meet their demands. Surely, her father would pay to have her freed. And her father could afford a million dollars. He was a millionaire many times over. She knew that. But, how long would it take? And, suppose her father was not even in the country? He often took long trips to Europe, and ... and why would they need pictures of her? She was too confused to understand what was going on. She decided to try to cozy up to the man who was obviously the ring-leader, the man named Marvin. Perhaps, if she won him over, ingratiated herself with him and got him to like her, perhaps then things would go easier on her.
She did not resist when Marvin pulled off her clothes. Standing before him, in a vain attempt to hide her nakedness, she spoke. "Your ... your n-name is M-Marvin, right?" she stuttered.
"Yes, darling. So it is. You can call me Marvin if it suits you. It's not my real name, but that's what I go by."
"W-well, Marvin," she continued. "Have you contacted my father yet? Have you heard from him?"
"Well, no," he said abruptly. "Margaret is trying to reach him right now. It seems that he is out of town. We did manage to speak to your Aunt Mary, however, and she promised to relay our message ... ah, that is, our demands."
"Thank god!" Judeth gasped in relief. "Then, something's being done."
"Yes, my dear girl," Marvin replied with a cool grin. "Something's being done."
Marvin and Bob lifted the naked girl to the table and bound her ankles and wrists to the pegs. She didn't struggle. There was no sense in fighting them. They were stronger, and she was terribly frightened. All that she could do was wait, and hope for the best.
As Marvin prepared to leave, he turned to Bob. "Do whatever you want to her, but don't damage the merchandise too much. Okay?"
"Sure," Bob replied as he quickly began to strip off his leisure suit.
When Marvin reached the passageway, he spun on his heels, pointed his finger at the anxious and eager man and said, "Bob, don't hurt the girl. That's not a threat, my man. That's a sincere warning." Then, Marvin cocked his head, stood silently and appeared to be in deep thought for a moment. Almost as an afterthought, he added, "By the way, keep your filthy cock out of her asshole. You can fuck her in the mouth or in the cunt, but leave her asshole alone. That's to be saved for me. Understand?"
"Sure, boss. I understand," Bob answered as he stepped out of his trousers.
Marvin disappeared, through the passageway, and Judeth heard his footsteps as he walked upstairs. She was left alone with Bob. She looked at him tentatively. He seemed to go about preparing to fuck her with great ease, but in a meticulous manner. He folded up his clothes carefully and placed them on a chair in the corner. And, he whistled all the while.
Judeth was perplexed at the man's strange behavior.
But, when he turned and faced her, she quickly came to her senses. Bob was a man. A full grown man, with a man sized prick. The lecherous look in his eyes frightened her.
He stepped forward and took in her luscious young body. "Nice tits," he muttered as he reached down and gripped her ripe tits in his hands. He rubbed her tits and pinched her nipples. Then, he bent down and sucked one of her nipples.
"Mmm," he murmured as he sucked her taut nipple into his mouth. "Nice tits, darling," he said as he leaned over and took her other nipple between his lips. He bit down hard, causing a painful sensation in her firm tits. The pain coursed through her veins and she winced. Looking up at the man, she wept and inquired, "What are you going to do to me?"
Somewhat taken aback, he replied in a cold, flat voice. "Well, now, honey, I really don't know. You sure are a nice little cunt. Nice tits," he said as he stroked her firm, upthrust tits and tweaked her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "Nice, tight little belly," he continued as his hand traveled down her ripe young flesh and rubbed her stomach. "Nice tight, little cunt," he said as his hand moved down to her cunt and rubbed the pubic hair that covered her pussy.
"Yeah, baby," he whispered in a husky voice. "Nice fucking cunt." Then, as she struggled in vain against the bonds that restrained her on the heavy wooden table, he plunged his thumb into her twat. He stared into her eyes as he rubbed her clit-nubbin with his thumb.
"D-don't do that," she pleaded as she looked up at him, tears filling her eyes. "P-please don't do that to me," she whimpered. But, even as she said it, she knew that she was wasting her words. Bob was horny. He would have his way with her. He would finger-fuck her, or worse, if he wanted to. There was nothing that she could do to stop him.
His thumb rammed into her cunt, and he whispered in her ear. "You want it, don't you? You want me to turn you on and fuck your tight young cunt. Admit it, you little rich bitch. You've never met a man like me. A stud! I'll fix your fucking wagon, darling. I'll fuck the living shit out of you before you can count to ten."
Judeth couldn't believe her own ears. This man was a vile, crude lunatic. Did he really believe that she wanted him to fuck her? He must be crazy!
"No, Bob," she stammered. "Please don't fuck me. I-I don't think I'm ready for a man like you. Please ... just leave me be. I beg of you."
"Ha!Ha! That's what they all say when I get my hands on them. Women are afraid of me. That's it!" he exclaimed. "Women don't know what to make of me. I don't look much like a stud, but I am. You just have to get to know me, Judeth. That's all. Just get to know me, and maybe ... maybe I can help you out of this mess."
Bob was breathing heavily now. He panted and gasped like a runner who had just finished a marathon. He kept ramming his thumb into her cunt, rubbing his thumb inside of her cuntal sheath. Thumb-fucking Judeth!
She hated to admit it, but the wild man was turning her on in a big way. His thumb seemed to touch just the right spot in her cunt. Every time he shoved his thumb into her tight pussy, it pressed down on her sensitive clit, causing her to shake and writhe about on the table. Her clit was tingling out of control. She began to sweat and jerk her hips to meet his thumb as it penetrated her wet cunt. Pussy-juice leaked out of her cunt and streamed in thin rivulets down her creamy thighs. When he stuck his thumb into her cunt, she could hear a faint sloshing noise as her cunt sucked his thumb deep into her pussy. She wasn't doing it on purpose. It just happened. She had no control over her clenching cunt-muscles, which seemed to have a mind of their own as they sucked his thumb deep into her seething cunt.
"Ohhh," she gasped as, unconsciously, she began to move her pelvis, humping and jerking upward to meet his thumb as it rammed deeply into her hot, tight cunt.
"All right!" Bob exclaimed as he pulled his thumb from her cunt. He held his cunt-juice drenched thumb high in the air and smiled lewdly. "Look at that, bitch! My thumb is literally covered with your precious young pussy-nectar. Goddamn! Ain't that a sight for sore eyes."
In a grand gesture, he lowered his hand to his mouth and slurped her cunt-juice off of his thumb. "Yeah, your pussy-juice tastes sweet," he said as he plunged his thumb and two fingers deep into her cunt. His digits moved about in her slippery twat, pressing against her tender, sensitive clit and pussy-walls, which tightened and clenched around his fingers.
Judeth had no control over her body or her emotions. Her cunt was ready for sex. She was hot and horny, there was no denying it. She sighed as she stared at Bob, who held his wet fingers aloft admiringly.
"Here, Judeth," he instructed. "Taste your cunt-juice. You'll love it." Her tongue swirled around his slippery fingers and lapped up the precious pussy-nectar. She licked at his fingers as though it were her last meal. And, she discovered, her cunt-nectar tasted good. There was a pungent odor, and it was a little bit sweet.
"Ohhh, yeah!" she gasped as her tongue raked across his fingers, licking off the sticky juice from her twat.
"You are a hot little cunt." Bob exclaimed as he climbed onto the table and started to mount her. "You are one hot fucking vixen, bitch!"
Suddenly, Judeth felt her body shudder. She realized that this was no game. This man, Bob, was going to fuck her cunt! As the reality of the terrible situation dawned on her, she shook with fear and anger. "Nooo!" she shrieked. "Don't you dare!"
Bob slapped her hard and she writhed in pain beneath his blows. "Fuck you, you rich bitch!" he rasped. "What the fuck's the matter with you anyway? Do you think you're too good for me or something?" He stopped slapping her and stared into her crying eyes. "Well, what the fuck's your problem, bitch?" he demanded.
Steeling her nerves, Judeth gave him an honest answer. "Yes, I am too fucking good for the likes of you, you crude bastard!" she blurted. "You are a nasty son of a bitch! An evil and crude man. You're damned right I'm too good for you. I was brought up to be a decent lady, and you're treating me like a no good tramp. I won't stand for it. I just won't stand for a slimy son of a bitch like you fucking me!" She writhed about in the bonds which held her fast to the table. Her ankles and wrists chafed at the straps which held them. The struggle was useless. There was no way to escape. She was helpless and at this crude man's mercy. Finally, when all of her energy was spent, she collapsed on the table, resigned to her fate. The man would rape her. She knew that. But, at least she had struggled, dammit! She had tried to resist.
"Are you finished now?" the man asked, a lewd, self assured smile on his face. He was angry, and she knew it. She had lost her self control. She had rudely insulted the man. It was too late for apologies. He would take her. He would rape her and fuck her brutally. She expected no less.
"Y-yes, I'm finished," she said weakly. "Do whatever the hell you want with me. I won't struggle any longer. It's no use. I'm tired."
Without commenting, he grabbed his prick in his hand and guided it toward her cunt. Lewdly, he rubbed his cock-knob in a circular motion around her cunt-lips, parting the swollen red flaps of sensitive skin that formed the sensuous entrance to her tight pussy. Then, without hesitation, he thrust forward, impaling her cunt on his stiff cock. He grunted and moaned as he began to fuck her cunt, ramming his prick hard and deep into her tight twat.
"Unnnggghhh!" he gasped. "So, you think you're too good for me?" he taunted. "Well, fuck you, you little rich bitch! Fuck you!"
He seemed like a man possessed. He drove forward with quick powerful cock-thrusts, ramming his prick home into her pussy. Shoving his cock balls-deep into the cavern of her hot cunt. He jerked about on top of her, driving, thrusting, ramming his prick into her cuntal depths.
Judeth jerked about beneath the man as he raped her tight pussy. She gasped for breath and moaned in agony and fright. This man was crude and vulgar, and she hated him. But, try as she might, there was no way that she could stop him from fucking her cunt. Every time she moved, the leather straps which held her wrists and ankles in place chafed and bit into her tender skin. She writhed and flailed about beneath his hard cock-thrusts, hoping only that he would cum soon.
"Yeah, you little rich bitch piece of ass! Take it, cunt! Take all of my cock in your hot pussy, you fancy-ass slut." He screamed in her ear as he slammed his heavy body forward, impaling her on his raging prick.
"Y-you are disgusting!" she rasped in revulsion and anger. "I hate you! I hate you!"
"Maybe you hate me, rich bitch! but I'm sure you'll love my cock. Ain't that right? Huh?" he demanded.
Judeth choked back her tears, pursed her lips, and spat in the man's sweaty face. Her spit landed above his eye and dribbled down his contorted face.
"You stupid cunt!" he shouted angrily. "You stupid, fucking rich bitch cunt! Now, you're really gonna get it!"
Quickly, he pulled his prick out of her cunt, grabbed her roughly by her firm asscheeks, spreading her assflesh wide to expose her tender asshole. He stared at her asshole, eyes wide open and filled with passion, mouth clenched tightly, his face contorted with lust and carnal desire.
Judeth looked into his menacing eyes. She realized at once that he was staring lustfully at her tight virgin asshole. A wave of intense fear flushed through her bowels and rushed into her befuddled brain as the grim reality of the situation hit her like a fist. The crude man was planning to fuck her tight asshole. Good god! she thought. How could anyone even dream of doing such a horrid, wicked, evil, debauched thing to her? How could this man fuck her in her asshole? The thought was absolutely disgusting! Revolting!
Then, she remembered that Marvin had warned Bob not to "mess her up too badly," and, more specifically, not to "fuck her asshole." When Marvin had said it, she hadn't thought much about it. Somehow, it hadn't made a lot of sense. She had never even heard of anyone getting fucked in the asshole. Judeth knew that she did not know everything there was to know about sex. But, she had never even heard of ass-fucking before. The very thought of having a hard cock buried in her asshole made Judeth sick to her stomach. Did men really do such awful things to women? she wondered.
Her question was soon answered.
"Well, my pretty rich bitch!" he snorted. "Let's see how tight your little asshole is, huh?" He stuck his finger into her asshole, penetrating the tight sphincter muscles that ringed the entrance to her butt-hole.
She flinched and tightened every muscle in her body. "Nooo!" she shrieked. "Leave my asshole alone, you bastard!"
"Hey now, little rich bitch. That's no way to act. Hell, I'm sure you've never been fucked in the ass before. You're in for a real treat," he gloated as he pushed his finger deep inside her bung-hole.
His finger wormed its way into her forbidden netherhole, and Judeth shook with rage and disgust. How could he do such a revolting thing? How could he violate her asshole in such a lewd and obscene manner? The man must be insane!
"You're ready!" he shouted gleefully, "Your asshole is nice and tight, and ready for my cock. I'm gonna give your asshole a fucking you'll never forget, bitch!"
He pulled his finger from her asshole and pulled her ass high in the air to receive his prick. His fingers kneaded her ass-flesh. Sliding forward on the table, he squatted and moved slowly in on her.
She tried to prepare herself mentally for the attack on her tender asshole. Clenching her sphincter muscles as tightly as possible, she would attempt to resist the man. She would do everything in her power to keep him from fucking her asshole. He would not rape her virgin bung-hole without a struggle. She tried to jerk her hips to ward him off, but he was too powerful. His firm grip on her ripe asscheeks tightened and it began to hurt.
Grimacing, he spoke to her in a flat, cold voice, devoid of passion or sympathy. "I'm gonna fuck your asshole, bitch! There ain't nothin' in the world that can stop me now. I want to ass-fuck you, and I'm gonna ass-fuck you. You're all tied up, bitch. You ain't goin' nowhere. But my cock is going somewhere-right into your little asshole!"
He plunged forward, piercing her asshole with his bulbous cock-knob. Then, he reared back and prepared to force his prick into her asshole with a single, powerful cock-thrust.
She clenched her teeth, tightened her ass muscles against the expected onslaught of his hard cock, and shrieked loudly.
Suddenly, the man collapsed. He fell forward, dropping onto her naked body. He lay on top of her, his face nuzzled into her firm, upthrust tits. She twitched beneath him, but he did not move. His naked body pressed down upon hers. He felt like a dead weight.
"Wh-what's the matter?" she said, perplexed. "What's going on?"
"He's dead, Judeth. I shot him. I told him not to rape your ass. I warned him. But, he refused to listen to me. I heard everything. Margaret and I were listening upstairs."
Judeth turned and saw Marvin standing in the doorway, a smoking revolver clenched in his fist. His face showed no remorse, no anger. He smiled with satisfaction, reminding her of a wild west sheriff who had just killed a notorious outlaw, smug and self righteous. Pleased with himself. Marvin had saved her from a fate worse than death. Saved her from being raped in her asshole!