to go downstairs and face the cruel young drifter. But she knew there was no choice, and, squaring her shoulders with determination, she went out into the hall and descended the stairs. She was surprised to detect the familiar smells of breakfast cooking. The delicious aroma of fresh coffee permeated the house, and the crackling sounds she heard could only be bacon sizzling on the griddle. Reaching the entrance to the kitchen she stopped short, her mouth hanging open in astonishment, at the sight that greeted her eyes.
Art was seated at the kitchen table, stark naked, sipping coffee and devouring a huge plate of eggs, potatoes and bacon, and at the stove, also stark naked, save for a short apron tied around her waist, was a young girl, a complete stranger!
'Hi, baby,' Art remarked with a sneer as he glanced up at the wide-eyed young wife. 'This here's Tanya, my girl friend. I brought her back with me last night.'
'Hiya honey,' the girl said casually, as she lifted some bacon from the pan with a fork.
Tanya was a tall girl, nearly five-seven, with a voluptuous figure, and a pretty heavily made-up face topped by a huge bouffant of platinum blonde hair. Her fully curved young body was tanned from the sun and shone with a coppery gleam. Her ripely rounded breasts were enormous and thrust out like two huge fleshy spheres coming to sharp points where they poked against the material of the top part of the apron. Her waist was narrow where it gave way to the swelling bloom of her hips. She seemed completely at ease, as if she had lived in Susan's house all her life, and went on with her cooking as if nothing at all unusual were happening.
'Hungry, sweetie?' she asked the young wife, who stood at the entrance to the kitchen as if paralyzed. 'I can cook up some eggs real fast.'
'Sure she's hungry,' Art remarked with a snicker, 'after all the fucking I threw into her last night.'
Susan blushed with shame at his remark, although Tanya giggled like a little girl and gave the degraded young wife a knowing wink.
'I'm… I'm not hungry,' Susan said weakly. 'Maybe… some coffee.'
'Sure, coffee's on the table,' the statuesque blonde said.
The young wife began to move hesitantly toward the kitchen table, where Art sat staring at her mischievously.
'Why don't you take those clothes off first, baby,' he said, his eyes glittering darkly, 'like the rest of us. It's too hot to wear clothes.'
'I… I don't think so…' Susan answered, instinctively clutching at the top button of her housedress.
'I said take your clothes off,' Art snapped, his voice taking on a menacing tone. 'Right now!'
'Better do as he says, sweetie,' the blonde girl said. 'It ain't good to sass Art. Hell, one time I wouldn't do as he said and he damn near whipped me senseless.'
'Yeah, but you enjoyed it, didn't you, cunt?' the drifter said.
'Course I enjoyed it honey,' she replied. 'I always do, don't I?'
'Sure, baby, that's why I love you so much.' He turned once again toward the visibly shaking form of the young wife. 'So strip, bitch, or do I have to teach you the hard way?'
Susan knew she had no choice but to obey her cruel young master, and with trembling fingers she began to unbutton the front of her housedress. Both Art and Tanya stared with lascivious interest as the young wife slowly removed first her dress and then her undergarments, until finally her petite young frame was completely naked. Folding her clothes carefully, Susan placed them on a kitchen chair and then walked to the table, her gleaming white skin tinged with pink from embarrassment as the other two continued to ogle her lustily.
'Well, you sure weren't just whistlin' Dixie when you said she was cute, Art,' Tanya chirped. 'Why sweetie you got a figure that must be tasty as a Georgia peach!'
Trying to ignore the others, Susan sat down with as much modesty as possible in the situation, and poured a cup of coffee. As she sipped the hot liquid, her mind came fully awake and she glanced around the kitchen. She was shocked to realize that the place was a mess. Cracked egg shells lay scattered everywhere. Papers, broken cups, coffee grounds, and garbage had been strewn throughout the carefully decorated room as if rowdy children had been suddenly turned loose. A surge of anger flashed through her brain as she realized how thoughtlessly they had gone through the place, invading the privacy of her home, and turning the kitchen, at least, into a pigsty. The young wife always prided herself on the orderliness of her surroundings, and she was surprised to find herself growing furious at the intruders not only for the sexual degradation that had been forced upon her, but also for the rudeness they displayed toward her environment.
Funny, she thought to herself, I'm almost more unhappy about what they've done to my kitchen than what they've done to me.
'How ya feelin' this mornin' baby?' Art inquired with a smirk.
'All… all right,' Susan replied. Although she hadn't thought about it until now, she realized that despite the fact that her mind was torn with anxiety, her body felt refreshed and rested, as if the carnal side of her nature had been quite satisfied by the moral outrage she had suffered. The only unpleasant reminder of the obscene debauch she had been subjected to was a faintly gnawing ache she felt in her vaginal area. And yet even this was not physically uncomfortable or distressing.
'Ready for more?' Art queried.
'More? What do you mean?' The young wife set her coffee cup down abruptly, wondering what further torment the darkly handsome drifter had in mind for her. Wasn't it enough that he had ravaged her mercilessly in her own bedroom, and that he and his vulgar girlfriend had made a wreckage of her kitchen? Why didn't he just go away and leave her alone?
'You don't think last night was it, do you?' Art went on as Tanya sat beside him and began to wolf down a huge breakfast. 'Hell, this weekend's only just started! Ain't that right, Tanya?'
'Sure, doll, anything you say. Just let me finish this food, okay? Then we can do anything you want.'
Suddenly Art appeared to be seized with rage, and he grabbed the plate of food away from the startled blonde girl and hurled it angrily against the wall. The plate shattered instantly, and eggs, potatoes and bacon flew in every direction adding to the general chaos in the room. Susan bit her lip to keep from crying out in fury. How dare he do such a thing?
'I don't like to have my orders disobeyed, cunt,' Art snarled to his pouting girlfriend. 'You do as I say, understand, whenever I want. And right now I want to get my prick stirred up a little. Hell, I been up for two hours and I ain't had a hard-on yet. Now let's get goin'.'
'Well, what do you want me to do, Art? I mean, gee, don't get so mad. I didn't know what was goin' on in your head.'
'Well, now you do. How about lickin' out Susie's cunt? After all that finger-fuckin' and cock-fuckin' she must be all sore down there. How about it?'
'Why sure, Art, I'd be glad to.'
She glanced with a broad smile at Susan, who sat as if frozen in her chair. Art was asking his girlfriend to… to make love to her! The young wife was totally shocked by the idea, unable to believe that he could possibly be demanding such a thing. Nothing was more shameful to her than the idea of two women having sexual contact. After all, it was something only discussed in whispers behind closed doors. In fact, she had often thought that such things actually never happened, that they were only dirty stories made up by sick people to amuse their corrupt minds. But now… her young captor was actually ordering his voluptuous blonde girlfriend to… to make love to her! An icy shiver of shame rippled through her naked young body.
Tanya, on the other hand, took Art's command with no noticeable trace of concern. Now eighteen, she had been involved in just about every kind of sexual scene imaginable since she had run away from her rural Virginia home at the age of fourteen. The curvaceous blonde had shacked up with one man after another in order to keep herself fed, finding that her extraordinary face and figure were all she needed to get by. When she had run into Art, strictly by chance in a diner in Kansas, she had been living with a middle-aged businessman and his wife as their sexual mascot and was tired of it. Art offered her a few months of traveling, and she grabbed the chance.
Although her boyfriend was strange and often required her to perform bizarre sexual practices whenever the fancy struck him, she found him vastly preferable to others she had known and liked the excitement that surrounded her when she was with him. Making love to men, women, anything, didn't bother her in the slightest. It was all the same, and she enjoyed just about all of it. In fact, she actually relished the idea of sexual intimacy with the obviously terrified young wife, for she found Susan quite attractive in a wholesome way. Indeed, the young wife's compact young body had aroused her from the minute she had come into the kitchen.
