C Holliday - Her animal act

"Then help me get him back to our motel. I feel so funny. Please give me my shoes. Mr…"

"Pico."

"I want my shoes, Pico. We have to go now. Dizzy… I feel so weak all of a sudden."

Pico took off his coat and laid it across the easy chair. Then his tie and shirt followed.

"Don't," Ruth snapped, when she saw him undoing his pants and stepping from them. "Don't do that! For God's sake, put your clothes back on and help me!"

"I'm going to help you, rubia. I'm going to give you exactly what you need." He pushed his shorts off and kicked them away, then grasped his rising cock and stepped so close to Ruth it nearly poked her in her startled face. "I'm going to give you this."

Ruth's mouth dropped open. She stared unbelievingly at the hardening purplish cockhead.

"It's pretty, isn't it?"

"No," she gasped, backing away and shaking her head.

"Yes it is. I can tell by your eyes that you like to look at it. Wait until you feel it, rubia. You'll love it."

"No."

"I'm going to fuck you, pretty gringa. Fight me all you want. I'd much rather you fight like a tigress than give in too easy."

"No… oh my God… NO!"

Ruth shook Elliott frantically, trying futilely to rouse him, pleading with him to wake up.

"He'll be no help to you for many hours. You see, rubia, I had him drugged."

"No," she mumbled, then she screamed. "NO, NO, NO!!"

"Oh, yes. He is drugged. You too, rubia, but not as heavily as your husband, of course. You feel funny? Dizzy? Weak?"

She looked at him with fear in her eyes.

"The effect of the drug," he explained. "It will harm neither of you."

"Don't touch me!"

"I'll do much more than touch you. When your husband again opens his eyes, he will be quite thoroughly cuckolded."

"I'll scream."

"Go ahead. Scream to your heart's content. It will not be the first time a woman has screamed in this room, nor the last. No one will come to your aid. They will barely hear you in the bar, but only if you scream very loudly. Even so, they will not bother to investigate. It is illegal just to be here. Perhaps they will tell themselves it is none of their affair, or reason that your scream is, after all, one of bliss. Try it, rubia. Scream as loud as you can, why don't you?"

For a helpless moment Ruth stared at the cruel Latin face above her. The she shoved him and ran to the door, twisting the knob, beating on the door, putting her face to it and screaming with all her might until her throat felt raw.

"What?" Pico taunted. "No United States Cavalry to the rescue?"

"You animal! You filthy animal!"

"Now that's the spirit," Pico said, looking up as he went on removing his shoes and socks. "Get angry. Get fighting mad. If there's anything I hate, it's a spineless gringa who just falls over and plays dead while she is being fucked. Make me rape you, rubia! Fight me with every ounce of your being!"

Her mind dulled by the drug, Ruth flattened herself against the door, watching Pico come toward her, naked and ready. His eyes glinted evilly and his lips curled into more of a sneer than a smile. But his face wouldn't hold her gaze. The most threatening part of him stood out boldly from his brown muscular body, and it was there that Ruth finally locked her faintly blurred gaze.

Gasping at the size of his rock-hard cock – it was at least two inches longer and a half inch thicker than the only prick she'd ever seen – Ruth shook her head and let out a tiny moan.

"No… please don't."

He said nothing, just chuckled and came on toward her, his rod swaying stiffly from side to side.

When he stopped in front of her, so close she could feel his hot breath on her face, Ruth looked up at him. Her upper lip trembled. Fear shone in her pleading eyes as his fingers hooked over the neck of her dress.

"No."

He ripped away the front of her dress with one quick jerk, causing her to fall forward. Her tits flattened against his hard chest. His cock pressed into her soft stomach, feeling all hot and hard.

"Oh, my God! No!" She jumped away, turning sideways and cringing against the door.

"Stand up straight. Look at me."

"Go to hell!"

"You shouldn't talk to me that way, rubia."

His voice sounded amused. Ruth hated him all the more for it. "I'd die before I'd give in to you!"

"You are a proud bitch, aren't you? Good. I like your haughty manner. It will make it more pleasurable for me."

"I'll give you no pleasure," Ruth hissed, trying to sound brave but feeling anything but bravery at the moment.

"We'll see. Now stand up straight and look at me."

"No, damn you… NO!"

"Don't curse me. I won't tolerate my women cursing me."

"I'm not your woman. I despise you!"

"That will change shortly," Pico said, then he grunted as he kicked her ass and sent her sprawling face down on the floor.

He stood over her, gloating as she struggled to sit up, sobbing and backing away, the fear so strong in her now that it could almost be smelled. She scooted across the floor, finally backing herself into a corner in her futile attempt to get away from him.

This can't be real! she thought. I'm having a horrible nightmare!

The drug caused everything she perceived to be distorted. The sounds, even her own voice, had an unreal ring. It was impossible for her to focus clearly. The very center of her field of vision was fairly sharp, but the surrounding area was fuzzy, like an out-of-focus movie scene at the beginning of a flashback. Her body felt numb and uncoordinated. Her brain refused to help her. It took in her fear, acknowledged the need to act, but was too sluggish to function properly.

Even the pain in her ass seemed unreal. It was a dull pain, exactly like it belonged in a dream. But she knew it was no dream. Her mind was trying to lie to her. She couldn't let that happen. Too much was at stake. She couldn't let the two-legged animal standing over her and laughing at her have his way. He was real – not a monster in a horrible dream – and he intended to rape her! She had to resist – to prevent it at all costs!

Summoning every bit of strength she could muster, Ruth leaped to her feet and clawed viciously at his handsome face. Through the veil of tears covering her eyes, she saw her fingernails bring ugly red streaks down both sides of his dark face. His smug expression was gone. He yelled, cursed in his native language, slapped her small hands away. She started to laugh crazily, thinking that she'd rebuffed him sufficiently to dampen his lust. Then the breath whooshed from her lungs as his fist buried deep into her guts.

Numb, her insides churning and burning from the force of his blow, Ruth slumped to the floor, a pain-racked groan escaping her open mouth. She lay there piteously, sobbing and desperately gulping for air, her body being jerked ignominiously about as Pico ripped away her slip and bra. She could barely hear him cursing her, and then cursing her panties which refused to tear.

His voice came from high above her. "Take your panties off."

"No!"

"Take them off or I'll kick your teeth out!"

She saw his foot draw back and aim at her face. There was no choice but to do as he demanded. Quickly she rolled to her other side, keeping her back to him as she slipped her panties off and kicked them away.

"Turn over. I want to look at you."

Something deep inside her ached terribly from the brutal blow he'd floored her with, and it was still very difficult for her to breathe. She didn't dare resist him any longer. Her brain, though dull, functioned well enough to know he would stop at nothing to have his way. All her spunk was gone. She detested what was happening, abhorred the thought of him using her body; but she retained enough common sense to rationalize her plight.