Oh wow, oh wow, Gene was grooving high and happy on the latest long play by the Reckless Climax, the newest and hottest folk-rock-acid-stoned-soul group from the Farout West Coast. Gene's mind was a thousand miles in the blue as he finished his third marijuana cigarette and his feet had not touched the ground since the announcer had finished the newscast, wished everyone a pleasant evening, and gone home to his wife. Gene could care less, and the happy hippy lounged back in the padded chair, his mind bouncing from nonsense to nonsense like a mouse in a cheese factory, forgetting about all the tiresome boring things of this square, unhip, ungroovy universe, most particularly, the switch which de-activated WRT-TV's transmission equipment for the night.
This was to prove most unfortunate.
Matt stirred into life just as the newscast was ending and realized that he had doted off to sleep, his half-finished glass of ginger-ale in his hand. News did not interest him generally, and he was not sorry to have missed the newscast, and started telling himself that he ought to get up and turn off the set. WRT-TV had finished its series of programs for the day and nothing more would be broadcast on this channel until tomorrow morning when General George, hopefully almost sober, would burst into the airwaves with stories and songs for the little folks. But Matt was tired, and he decided to rest a minute longer before getting up to turn off the set. This too was unfortunate.
"Please…" Lynn had started to say, but she saw the whip cutting cruelly through the air again, and squirmed desperately in a futile attempt to escape that dreadful sting.
"Agh!" she groaned as the whip found it's mark, raising a welt along the length of her creamy smooth thigh.
"Open up, bitch!" Kelly was commanding, and the tormented young woman realized that anything was better than the lash again. She timidly spread her legs, sitting back and allowing the giant's dim-witted eyes to focus on the tiny tight opening almost hidden by the sparse pelt of softly curling pussy hair between her long tapered legs.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmm, look at that Freddy," Kelly prodded the stupid youth evilly. "Did you ever see anything like that before? Wait my son, I'll show you something even more interesting." She raised the whip threateningly. "Turn over, bitch. Show him everything."
As Lynn saw the whip hover over her, fear took possession of her mind, and she quickly obeyed, not understanding precisely what she was supposed to show but flopping hastily over on her stomach anyway.
"Spread 'em!" came the lewd command.
Anguish in her heart, Lynn slowly separated her trembling legs, and instantly felt Kelly and the giant crouching down beside her, menancingly leaning over her nakedly helpless body. Suddenly a woman's hand invaded the delicate flesh surrounding her vagina.
"See, isn't this nice down here, Freddy? Ummmmmmh, how big your cock is getting, my fine, handsome son. Lynn would be so happy to have you make love to her, Freddy, only she's too shy to ask you for it. Just go ahead and fuck her, Freddy. She really likes you."
"Freddy fuck girl?" grumbled the monster dubiously, not quite able to convince his sluggish brain that happiness like this was possible for someone like him. Kelly guided him into position, her fingers were wandering lewdly and the chained young wife shivered with terror as she felt the older woman separating the fearfully trembling cheeks of her buttocks. A soft finger swept over her tightly puckered little anus.
"Do you know how to do it, Freddy?" whispered the actress lustily, her hand kneading and twisting Lynn's soft, smoothly rounded buttocks without mercy. "Do you know where to put it, that big beautiful hard thing you have?"
No, no, no! Lynn was screaming inside of her head, her hands uselessly clawing at the dog collar in a first futile attempt to break away from her torturers.
"Of course you do," Kelly continued, in the same sugary voice. "You put it right here, in this little round hole. Lynn will really like that, Freddy. You'll make her so happy."
The young wife froze with sudden fear. Kelly was not touching her open empty vagina as she spoke, her fingers were lecherously caressing the tight rubbery ring of her anus.
"Noooooooooo! Not there. Noooooo!" she screamed, but Freddy had been told to listen to Kelly and do whatever he was told, and the young man obeyed instructions to the letter, too ignorant to dream of trying to think for himself. Lynn felt Kelly's hands move quickly away, replaced almost immediately by the giant's wetly slavering lips as Freddy thrust his face into the crevice separating her frantically cringing buttocks. The monster had lost control, and he was biting and licking wildly, his massive hands pinning her to the floor and his fingers inching their way into the warm moistness of her hotly quivering vagina.
The pain was getting fierce and Lynn knew, this time with certainty, that she had found the bottom of the barrel at last. Freddy was moving in steadily, forcing her knees apart as he opened her up with unconscious roughness, his finger now prodding and poling at the tiny brown hole, causing the nakedly kneeling wife to jerk forward spasmodically each time with the unexpected pain.
"Open up to him," warned Kelly her voice steady and menacing. "Open or we use that whip again."
It made little difference in fact whether Lynn cooperated or not, since Freddy by this point was taking matters into his own hands. One huge finger had already penetrated the fragile elastic ring and he was working it around methodically inside the moistly heated depths of her rectum. She groaned pathetically and lowered her face to the floor, trying desperately to relax her stunned body in order to minimize the pain when he came pounding into her. Lynn had never in her life even heard of such a thing, and she could hardly make herself believe that this sordid sodomy was actually happening to her, Lynn Langley, the blonde housewife married to a TV cameraman. But if she had any doubts about the reality of her situation, they were soon washed away. Freddy added a second finger to the first and began thrusting the two in and out of her tightly-clasped anal passage with even greater vigor, and Lynn was forced to jerk her naked young buttocks back and forth in a futile attempt to escape the pain.
"Come on, my handsome son," urged Kelly obscenely. "Can't you see she's ready to go?"
The giant grunted in agreement and jerked his fingers abruptly from the tortured anal crevice and grasped his own massively throbbing instrument, now fully aroused. Gleefully he moved forward. He was going to make Lynn happy and he was proud of his fine big cock, the biggest one – they had told him – that anyone at the studio had ever seen. He would be able to make her happy with this, they had assured him, and Freddy believed that it was true.
Her position was not right, he sensed, and so the muscular giant easily hoisted her up on her hands and knees, simultaneously pressing forward into her tormented backside with his broad, lust-swollen cock, instinctively feeling for the opening.
Given his total lack of experience, it was amazing that he found it as quickly as he did. The tight sphincter muscles offered all the resistance within their feeble power, but the contest was clearly unequal. With the clumsiness which comes with unnaturally great strength, he pushed forward, harder and harder, until he felt the tight elastic ring of her anus beginning to cave inward. A broad contented smile crossed his face as the dim-witted monster realized that he was about to have the first sexual experience of his tragic life, and he shoved all the harder for joy, ignoring her agonized screams for mercy as he did.
It was the screaming which awoke Matt, finally, and he sat bolt upright in his chair, thinking at first that it was much earlier in the evening than it really was, and WRT-TV was featuring a western or a murder movie. He rubbed his eyes in confusion and focused unsteadily on the screen. What was this? He slid off his chair in alarm and crouched on his haunches in front of the TV set. No it couldn't be! This was a nightmare! Unless his eyes were deceiving him, he was watching a frail-bodied young blonde woman being sodomized by a giant! But this was no nightmare, he was wide awake, and he was really seeing what he was seeing.