his rapidly hardening cock-shaft. Her conversion had been so total in the last two days that she now greedily welcomed the possibility of yet another explosion of animal sensuality, longed to have Art's thickly distended cock rammed up inside her loins, whether from the vagina or the rectum. What did it matter now?
Suddenly Art pushed her forward so that she fell onto the bed next to Tanya and Sal, and yanked her legs wide apart so harshly that a stab of pain shuddered up through her entire body. But she didn't resist. She had come not only to endure but even to love the pain for it wasn't pain in the purest sense of the word, but a pain mixed with a torturous kind of pleasure that she desperately wanted, desperately needed.
'Oh give it to me, Art, shove it up into my ass! Hurry!' she found herself moaning.
The young drifter smiled triumphantly to himself, knowing his perversion of the formerly innocent young bride was now complete. Yesterday she had fought like a tiger to resist him, and now, now she was pleading for him to hurt her, fuck her, torture her, anything he wanted! He had done it again, and his cock was stiff as steel with desire and jerking frantically straight out from his dark tangle of pubic hair, aching to thrust into the tiny brown opening between Susan's undulating buttocks. With no further preparation, he suddenly threw himself on top of her and snaked his hand down to position his obscenely lurching shaft at the puckered anal entrance. Then, with a vicious flick of his hips, he bored into it, forcing his gigantic penis through the tiny ring without so much as a drop of spittle to lubricate the way.
'Aaaaaaieeerrrgggghhhh!!!' the young wife screeched in utter torment. She hadn't expected it would hurt this much! At least Sal had prepared her somewhat for his sodomizing, using his finger and some spit to ease the way, but Art was knifing into her with no lubricant whatsoever. His massively swollen cock was already halfway up her hot rectal channel, and even the remains of Sal's cum that was still lodged deep in her anal passage did nothing to soften the burning torture of his entry. Her violated anus felt as if it were on fire, or as if a red-hot poker had been thrust up inside! It was horrible, and this sudden explosion of raw pain made the young housewife cry in agony. 'Pleeeeaasseeee!!! It huuurrrttttssss!!!'
'Good,' Art snarled drunkenly, 'that's how I like it. It ain't no fun if it don't. Dig it sweetheart, life hurts, too. Like this!'
He shoved the thick length of his cock all the way in to the hilt with a tissue-bruising lunge that elicited a hoarse moan of painful protest from the degraded young bride. Surely he would tear her apart! She couldn't stand it, not a minute more!
Suddenly he began to fuck her, not slowly at first, the way Sal had done, but rough and hard right away, so she felt as if swords were chopping away at her insides. Tears of agony came to her eyes as Art drove into her with jackhammer force, ripping at her seared anal passage with his monstrously impaling cock, driving like a madman up into her constricted anus.
How can he do this, she thought miserably, after all that's happened? He had almost seemed to become human earlier in the evening when they had talked, and he had convinced her to give vent to her anger. How could he do this to her now? But she had no time to think further about her situation, for she was suffering almost beyond endurance from the brutally painful blows her young tormentor thrust into her with his rock-hard cock-shaft.
Next to them on the bed, Sal had suddenly pulled away from Tanya's hotly pulsing cuntal slit. His massive black penis was stiff as a board now, and he scrambled up and knelt with his knees on either side of the blonde girl's face. Then, gripping his blood-engorged cock, he shoved it into her mouth. Tanya, used to such frenzied sensuality, immediately began sucking on the swarthy man's enormously thick rod with great skill, as her throat opened hungrily to encompass its massive bulk.
'Oooohhhhhhh suck it good bitch! Suck it gooodddddd!!' Sal groaned as the voluptuous blonde pulled mightily at his lust-swollen hardness, causing shivers of barbarous passion to shoot through his loins. 'Tanya you are one hell of a cock sucker!'
Beside them, Susan Jameson writhed in agony as Art drove his rigid cock up into her tensely resistant rectal channel, slicing in and out of her with merciless fury. The young southerner couldn't get enough rough sex to satisfy him. His throbbing genitals seemed to demand an almost constant daily round of arousal and ejaculation, and the rougher and more painful it was, the better he liked it. He gripped the young housewife's petite white shoulders fiercely as he lunged his hips back and forth with maniacal force, bludgeoning her raw anal depths with sadistic pleasure.
'Uunnnnnggggghhhhhhh!' the ravaged young bride cried in torment, 'Nooo!!!!'
'Take it bitch!' he howled back, gritting his teeth as he smote her battered buttocks uncontrollably, 'Take ittttt!!!!'
Susan was on the verge of fainting from his savage attack. Nothing in the past two days had been as remotely painful as this. Her entire young body ached fiercely now, and torturous spasms traveled up her back like lead bullets. Yet just as a deep swirling blackness threatened to submerge her in the blessed realms of unconsciousness, an unexpected shudder tore through her body announcing the welcome transformation — and soon it came again, the churning sensation in her loins that she had come to crave, the shivery ripples of pure sensuality, the fantastic sprays of delight that always heralded the release of her baser instincts! Her cries of alarm and pain began to subside, and in their place came low moans of unmitigated pleasure! It had happened again, she had transcended her pain and re-entered the world of radiant ecstasy — brimming with happiness she suddenly threw her head back and groaned in joy.
'Oohhhh yeeesssss fuuucccckkk meeeee goooooddd!!'
A few moments later a cab came to a halt outside the house and Tim Jameson stepped out. As the car pulled away, he glanced up at his familiar home and stared. Something was wrong. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was definitely wrong. Every light in the house was blazing, and generally Susan was quite conscientious about using only the lights that were necessary in order to save money on electric bills.
'Christ, it looks like a Christmas tree,' he muttered to himself as he made his way up the front walk. Then he noticed that there was a strange car in the driveway behind their station wagon, one the young husband couldn't identify. The instinctive feeling that something funny was happening increased, and he stopped a few yards away, from his front door. Glancing up at the bedroom window, he seemed to see shadows passing in front of the light, shadows made by not one, but two or three people. And the curtains the curtains were gone. All he could see were the venetian blinds hanging crazily as if some drunk had tried to lower them in a stupor. The young husband's heart began to beat faster and faster, for he heard muffled moans and cries coming from the upstairs room.
What the hell's going on? he thought anxiously.
He pulled out his front-door key, deciding against ringing the bell. If there was something wrong it would be better not to take any unnecessary risks. His mind was seething with possibilities: Maybe a prowler was in the house, or some teenagers had broken in — hell, anything was possible these days and he knew it. He put the key into the lock with a trembling hand and slowly opened the door. Peering cautiously inside, a shock went through him at the sight that met his eyes. The hallway was strewn with broken china and torn pillows. His jaw muscles tightened and his heartbeat increased as he moved quietly inside, where he saw the wreckage in the living room, and heard again, only this time more distinctly, the strange moans from the second-floor bedroom.
Oh, Jesus, maybe Susan 's been hurt! Oh God!
Somehow he managed to calm the rising feelings of panic, at least enough to continue his investigation with some degree of control, though he now feared the worst and cursed the airplane strike for delaying his arrival. He suspected that whoever had broken into the house hadn't left. In fact the sounds from the floor above indicated that their mad rampage was still in progress, and the chances were good that they were somehow tormenting his beautiful young bride. A murderous fury seethed dangerously at the fringes of his consciousness, and it was only with a great effort that he kept himself from crying out like a crazed beast and lunging up the stairs to kill the bastards.
He started slowly up the stairs, being careful not to make a sound as he ascended toward the bedroom. The sounds increased as he drew closer to the bedroom door, which stood slightly ajar, only they no longer seemed to be sounds of pain. Rather they gave the distinct impression of being sexual in nature, like a female dog howling in heat. He reached the second floor landing and sidled cautiously along the hallway wall, until finally he was able to peer into the brightly lit bedroom without being seen.
The scene he witnessed made his jaw drop open in astonishment, and it was all he could do to stifle a cry of violent outrage. There were three strangers in the room with his wife, all completely naked and in the midst of the
