'And you, Susie, you kneel down between my legs here like an obedient bitch and kiss my prick awhile.'
Burning with shame, the young wife did as she was told, kneeling down in front of her young master and taking his cock in her mouth. His thick-fleshed rod was soft now, and still wet from his recent ejaculation. It was easier for Susan to encompass it in her mouth and, grateful for the fact that at least it wasn't swollen like a steel piston, she began to absorb herself in sucking it, even exploring it with her mouth. Strangely, she found that by directing her attention totally to it she could shut the horror of her situation out of her mind. Soon, nothing existed for her except the column of limp pulsing flesh between her lips as she sucked at it and caressed it. Art moaned pleasantly as she explored his genitals, and slumped forward in the chair. Dimly she was aware of their conversation.
'So what have you been doing, Sal?' Art asked. 'How the hell did you wind up out here?'
'Ah, some aunt that lives in Chicago died and I hadda come up for the funeral. I been layin' low for a couple of months, and I didn't think it would be too cool to wander around the city, so I got a motel near here. Gotta get back tonight. Some kind of goddamn family thing. It's a drag, but hell, family is family, and I didn't want to get my mother upset by not comin'. So anyway I'm dyin' for some booze, so I drive around 'til I find this shopping center. I figure there won't be many cops around so I go in. Next minute there's fuckin' Tanya droppin' her panties she's so excited. So here I am. Nuts, ain't it?'
'Yeah, but I'm glad to see you, man.' Art squirmed around in lewd pleasure as Susan continued to suck at his steadily rising cock. He gripped her head and pressed her face hard against his groin, grinding his hips in a slow rotary motion. 'This bitch does a real good job for an amateur, Sal, real good.'
His muscular friend laughed and stretched his naked body out on the sofa, absently fondling his genitals with his hand, while he watched Susan's naked back and buttocks hunched over between Art's legs.
'Yeah, this is the life, man. Say, how'd you come to be here, anyway?'
'Pure luck, man, pure luck.'
In the next moment Tanya entered the room with a tray of glasses filled with Scotch.
'Here's the booze, gents,' she said as she approached them.
'About time, too,' Art snapped. He roughly pushed Susan away from his warmly throbbing cock, and she fell in a heap on the carpet while her tormentor calmly took a glass half-filled with amber-colored liquid from the tray. 'Give the bitch a drink too,' he told his blonde girl friend.
'I… I'd rather not drink,' Susan murmured from her crumpled position on the floor.
'Everybody's drinkin', bitch!' Art snarled. 'So I advise you to slug it down if you don't want me to pour it down your throat for you.'
Miserably, the young wife pulled herself to a sitting position on the floor and took a glass of straight Scotch from Tanya. The platinum-blonde felt a twinge of pity for the defeated girl as she gave her the glass. She had watched Art treat women crudely, before, but somehow Susan was different. Tanya was surprised to feel a kind of sisterly affection for the ravaged young wife, and she winked at her in the hopes that it might soothe some of the pain and anguish the abused brunette was experiencing. Susan caught the young blonde's quick gesture of comfort and was both surprised and grateful at the same time. Up until now she had been as repelled by Tanya as by the men, despite the fact that her enforced oral copulation with Art's girl friend had been unexpectedly quite exciting. But now, in her degraded state, the brief flash of warmth and encouragement meant as much to the brutalized young housewife as a wealth of extravagant praise. She smiled shyly back at Tanya, hoping to convey her heartfelt thanks, but the other female had already moved away to serve Sal.
'Drink up, Susie,' Art commanded, bringing the imprisoned young girl abruptly back to reality. Complying immediately, she sipped from her glass and immediately choked as the hot undiluted Scotch coursed down her throat. She rarely drank, and never anything so strong. Her naked body shuddered from it, and she was very reluctant to drink more. 'Don't stop now, cunt, 'cause we got a long day ahead of us, get me?'
Susan looked up at her young torturer dismally. He sat arrogantly in the huge armchair, leering down at her with the look in his eyes that Tim's young wife had become quite familiar with in the last few hours — a look that contained an odd mixture of cruelty, lust and hatred that never failed to raise goosebumps on her skin and send an ice-cold stream of fear curling up her backbone. Closing her eyes to shut the fiendish smile from her sight, she brought the glass of Scotch once more to her trembling lips and took a larger swallow.
'Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Inter-State Airlines flight number 783 to Chicago. We regret the delay the strike may have caused you, and hope your flight will be a pleasant one…'
Tim Jameson settled back into the window seat as the stewardess continued to talk into the microphone, giving the same speech he had heard over and over again. Impatiently he buckled his seat belt, anxious for the take-off. The strike had been settled unexpectedly by mid-Saturday afternoon, and he had luckily finagled his way onto the first flight to Chicago. It had all happened so fast he hadn't had a chance to call Susan, preferring to surprise her with his return rather than risk missing the flight. The delay had been maddening, of course, but he had made some excellent contacts in the Hotel Anderson bar while he was waiting for the strike settlement, and had a firm offer of a better-paying job with Everest Mutual. He felt good, proud that he had been able to turn one annoying situation into something very positive, and he looked forward to seeing Susan again and telling her all about it.
Susan. His mind had been turning the image of his pretty young bride over and over ever since he had left her on Monday. Things had looked so hopeless between them, then their marriage seemed to be falling apart at the seams. But somehow, a week away from home had put everything into a new perspective. Hell, he thought, just getting a load of some of the cheap, painted-up dames these other guys have for wives makes Susan seem like a goddamn movie star to me. He had even thought of cheating on her, like some of the other guys did the minute they got away from home. God knows he had plenty of reason, all those frustrating nights of disappointing sex. Still, adultery wasn't something to be taken lightly. He had seen other guys inventing elaborate alibis so their mates wouldn't suspect their philandering and he didn't want that kind of life. Nobody could match Susan for looks, and God knows her body was absolutely sensational. Maybe it would take a lot longer for her to break out of her frigidity and fear than he had thought, but it was worth a try.
This'!! be like a new start for us, he mused as the giant jet engines began to roar and the plane commenced its speedily mounting rush down the runway.
Susan, darlin', I'm on my way.
Blaring rock and roll music filled the living room of the Jameson house. The curtains and shades were all drawn, and the room was lit by lamps, though it was just past three in the afternoon. Sal lay stretched out on the sofa, and Art lay sprawled on his back on the carpeted floor while Susan, at his command, was licking his naked muscular body from head to foot with her servile tongue. Tanya, now naked again, was dancing in the center of the room, grinding her hips furiously to the lurid beat of the rock music. All of them were heavily drunk.
The effects of the liquor had long since taken their toll on the sex-ravaged young housewife, for her mind was now tingling with alcoholic euphoria, and her body, abused past all reason, was excitedly alive and rippling with erotic pleasure. She was licking and sucking hungrily on the young drifter's toes, well past the point of being troubled by her conscience. After almost twenty-four hours of brutalization and rape by the young stranger and his blonde girl friend, she no longer cared about anything. Even Tim and the possibility of rescue had long since fled from her mind. Her voluptuous body, too long denied the pleasures of the flesh, now hungrily submitted to her youthful tormentor's slightest whim, and she was so drunk and incoherent that she actually yearned for him to rape her again and again, to transport her to the excruciating pinnacles of shameless passion that she had come to know only in the last twenty-four hours.
I'm a whore now, she thought as she ran her tongue greedily up the cruel youth's inner thigh, a disgusting whore… so you see, Miss Whitfield, where all your lectures got me… I'm licking the naked body of a strange, sick young man… and I love it. I LOVE IT!
'Say, that chick's really goin' to town,' Sal remarked drunkenly as he watched the ravishing brunette madly licking Art's body. 'It's gettin' me real hot, man, real hot. When do I get my turn?'
'Comin' up, old friend,' Art murmured as Susan began to suck under his armpits with hungry fervor.
Still dancing frantically in the center of the room, Tanya found herself growing jealous of all the attention that
