"Now me, baby," Tim said, throwing her to the floor. "Only I like it a little different."
"God, I can't take it no more," Hal shouted. "Gimme your head, honey. I wanna fuck it!"
"Nooooooo!" she screamed, but the scream turned into a gag as Hal's cock stuffed her throat.
At the same time, she felt Tim's prick sever her cuntal walls from behind. When it was good and slick with the juices from her pussy, he pulled it out and moved it up slightly. She knew what he was going to do, but there was no way to stop him.
Then Hal was screaming in front of her.
"Suck it! Suck my fucking cock, you Goddamn, fucking bitch cunt. Take my prick down your fucking throat and suck on it! Suck it, you runt, or I'll break your front teeth out with it!"
Then he was coming. Great gushes of hot cum flooded her throat. She shook her head from side to side, struggling to free her body from his grasp. But, against his massive strength, she was helpless.
She gagged. She could feel the sticky juice and feel its wetness coating her lips. She grasped his prick to pull it away and felt it throbbing like an extra, heart.
She swallowed all his juice to keep from choking to death. When Hal's cum was over, he pulled his cock from her gooey lips. She gasped in relief and made the mistake of relaxing her anal muscles.
Behind her, Tim took advantage of the moment to lunge forward and bury the full length of his throbbing cockmeat up her asshole.
"Aaarrrrggggghhhhhhh!" she screamed, the pain more than she could bear.
He just started pumping his huge tool in and out of her ass, when she passed out.
CHAPTER SIX
"You son-of-a-bitch! You bastard." Jodie screamed.
"Jodie…"
"Shut up… take me home… NOW!"
"Honey…"
"Billy, take me home!"
He climbed into the driver's seat and the car started moving. She had managed to find her skirt and she had wrapped Billy's jacket around her bare breasts.
She felt like crying, but she refused to let herself go. Sitting there silently beside him, Jodie's mind went over the events of the past few hours. They must have fucked her several more times while she was passed out. When she had awakened, she was covered with perspiration, blood and sperm, and they were gone.
Obviously the cabin didn't belong to them. It was probably someone's vacation place and not in use. They had probably broken into it and just used it. Jodie wondered how many other girls had been raped there, as she made her way back to the road and eventually to the park and Billy.
What awaited her then was all too horrible to remember. She had untied him and, instead of sympathy, he wanted to know what had happened.
Tearfully she told him, but he wasn't satisfied with generalities. He wanted details. He wanted to know everything. And the more she told him, the more she realized that what she was telling him was turning him on.
He actually wanted to fuck her himself, after all she had been through.
That's when she exploded.
"Jodie, look, I said I'm sorry…"
"No you're not…"
"I am. I love you."
"No you don't. You love my pussy. You just want a hole to stick your cock into me."
"Jesus, Jodie, I… I…"
"Stop here at the corner. I want to go in the back way."
He pulled the car to the curb and before he could touch her again, she was out of the door and slamming it behind her.
"Jodie…"
"Go to hell," she hissed. "I never want to see you again."
She walked away, her face a mask of cold resolve. Once inside the house, she padded quickly to her own room so she wouldn't waken her aunt. After a long, hot bath she packed.
She knew exactly what she was going to do. When her parents had died, she had come to live with her aunt. She was a nice old lady, but she would never understand how Jodie felt after what she had gone through that night.
Money would be no problem. She had her inheritance, and it was all in her name.
After writing a quick note, she went downstairs and put the bags in the trunk of her car.
She drove most of the night, finally stopping at a motel to get some rest. The next morning she arose early and drove into the city. By late that afternoon she had an apartment.
Two weeks later, she met Jessica in a bar. It was then that she found out what her sexual preferences really were.
"I'm an artist. I do advertising layouts, and things like that."
"I don't know what I am," Jodie said.
Jessica smiled warmly, understanding the meaning behind Jodie's words. She dropped her eyes and flushed prettily. "I have to admit that I still have hopes of doing serious work. I have a studio full of completed canvases. One of these days I'll try them out an some critic."
Jodie felt herself drawn to Jessica. She could see in the other girl a kindred soul, an artistic sister in this city of subway riders. The conversation became more animated as they ordered another round of drinks, and before they parted that afternoon they exchanged addresses and phone numbers, and had made a date for luncheon two days later.
That night Jodie slept deeply and fully, and when she arose the next morning, her spirits were singing. She felt alive again, part of the scurrying world around her.
They had lunch at a midtown restaurant and spent the afternoon shopping for clothes. If Jodie hadn't been so rapturous over her newfound friendship, she might have seen the glow in Jessica's eyes when they tried on dresses, using the nine dressing room. And on the crowded subway ride downtown again, with arms full of packages; she took no notice of Jessica's body pressed tightly to hers. When a hand caressed the smooth curve of her buttock, she was sure it was just some subway masher.
Jessica called her the following afternoon and suggested that they go to a movie that evening.
"Make it a casual affair," Jessica said. "Slacks and blouses. I hate to dress up on weekends."
Jodie quickly accepted. Before going to work that evening she went out and bought a new pair of slacks and a new blouse. Jessica called again in the afternoon to suggest dinner before the movie. Since it was going to be a casual deal anyway, why not make it soup and sandwiches at her place?
Jodie was there by four o'clock in the afternoon. Jessica lived in a beautiful top-floor apartment in the better section of the Village. The place had been designed specifically for an artist. Besides the three-room living quarters, there was a studio, complete with a skylight facing north.
The living section was magnificently decorated in soft muted colors and simple designs, which gave one a feeling of comfort and peace and spaciousness. The studio was as large as the other three rooms of the apartment combined. Three walls of the place were lined with completed canvases, their painted sides turned toward the wall.
"They distract me when I'm working," Jessica explained to Jodie's questioning look.
At her insistence, Jessica showed her some of the paintings. Jodie thought they were marvelous. With her limited knowledge of art, if a horse looked like a horse, it was a marvelous painting.
They had a couple of drinks before dinner and talked about art. Jodie was in over her head; she held up her end of the conversation mainly with nods of agreement.
They were about to leave the studio when Jessica stopped her. "Hey," the girl said. "I've just had an idea for a picture. Would you model for me?"
Jodie was startled by the request. "Me?" she said. "You don't want me for a model. You need a pretty girl for a painting!"
"That's why I asked you. What makes you think you're not pretty? You would be perfect for what I have in mind. Your bone structure and body are excellent. And your face has a certain quality I'd like to try to capture on canvas."
When. Jodie finally agreed, Jessica told her that she would have to pose in the nude. "After all," she said, "you shouldn't have any compunctions about taking off your clothes in front of me. It's not as though I were a man!"