Richard Van Dorne - Ravished wife

"Aaarrggghhhhh, fuck!! I'm cummmiinnngg," she heard Jeff's voice wail over the tape recorder.

"Oh!" Pamela gasped. He had done it. He had really cum in that girl's mouth, swearing all the time. What kind of a brute had she married? What had gone wrong? She loved Jeff with all her heart, yet he had gone to a prostitute. She should have loved him more with her body, she thought as the tears streamed down her face. Now it was too late. She could never face him again, not after what he had done.

"Like that?" Wade's voice suddenly broke in. "I thought you would. Your Jeff isn't what you thought."

"It's not true," she defended. "That couldn't have been Jeff."

"You and I both know different, Baby," she heard him say. "Lee's got a lot of hot cock. But, I can't understand why he had to go dipping it in some whore when he's got a broad like you."

"Oh!" she exclaimed indignantly. "How dare you talk like that to me."

"You won't be a lady for long, Sweetheart," he grinned at her.

Pamela stood up suddenly but began to fall. What's happening, she thought, as she tried to regain her balance. Nothing seemed real. The room was lopsided and Wade's voice seemed tinny, like the tape recorder. Carefully she grabbed the edge of the couch and held herself still. The obscene words from the tape were still coming from the machine. Pamela could hear Carmen's pleas to Jeff, begging him to eat her until she came. As repulsive as the lewd pleadings sounded, Pamela seemed to understand the Cuban girl's need, a need she had never experienced before. The rantings had triggered the nerves between Pamela's supple thighs and she felt warm wet liquids suddenly seeping from the hair-covered lips of her vagina. She suddenly imagined Jeff's head between her thighs, his tongue slithering over her swollen clitoris in agonizing pleasure. No, she thought, revolted at her own thoughts. Oh God, no!

"Stop that sniveling," Wade ordered her as he motioned to his two men to come to the couch. "We've wasted enough time."

Pamela suddenly cringed as a heavy hand grabbed her by the arm and started to propel her toward the bedroom.

"W-What are you doing?" she cried. "Leave me alone."

But the man who held her arm only laughed. Through her tears she could see his dark face covered with an obscene grin. No man had ever touched her so roughly before. Jeff would make him pay, yes Jeff would help her. But wait, she thought, Jeff's no longer my husband. I could never have him back. Oh God, what's wrong with me? Jeff, she pleaded silently. Jeff, please help me.

"Baby, you're a regular wildcat," the man said as he threw her onto the bed. "You're fightin' like hell, but we both know you want some cock, don't we?"

"Yeah," Wade interrupted from the doorway. "All of us know that you want some cock. And we mean to see that you get all you can handle."

"Please," Pamela begged. "Don't do this to me. I've never hurt you. Oh, please!"

"Christ," the third man said. "We ain't done nothin' yet, and she's already beggin'."

Frightened, Pamela looked at the man's eyes and saw that he was staring at her. She grabbed at her robe and pulled it tight to her body. They all look so mean, she thought. They're all animals, just like Jeff said. Please, don't let them look at me like that.

"Wow," he continued. "A chick like you oughta be a better fuck than your husband says you are. He just doesn't know how to go about it the right way. I'll bet you're the wildest little piece of ass in Miami."

Pamela recoiled in horror at his obscene words. They couldn't talk to her like that. She was a lady, and part of Miami's high society, not just some common whore.

"Stop it," she yelled, feeling stronger. "Get out of here, all of you, or my husband will make you pay for the rest of your lives!"

"Sure, Baby," Wade said as he walked toward the bed. "You go right ahead and tell Jeff all about it, that is, if you can find him. He's probably in the sack with some other whore right now enjoying her hot pussy wrapped around his big prick. But don't you worry. He'll be calling in a few minutes to find out what the message is that I left with his secretary. You can talk to him then, if you can still talk."

"You can't do it," she screamed, her voice shrill with fear.

"Shut up," the man called Lefty shouted at her and slapped her hard across the face, knocking her onto her back. As her hand instinctively reached for the burning pain on her face, her bright red robe slipped from one shoulder, exposing the round firmness of her trembling breast as it fell free into the open air. She could see the man called Mac staring at the quivering orb, his eyes glued to the dark round circle that covered the rounded end of her succulent white breast.

"Nice," the third man, Mac, said and bent over to touch her. "Any broad that's built like you has got to be a good screw."

Pamela grabbed at his hand and tried to push it away, but he slapped her roughly on the other side of her face and she fell back onto the bed again, sobbing hysterically. She was going to become a rape victim of these depraved animals and there seemed to be no escape. If she had only listened to Jeff, this wouldn't have happened. She could forgive him for anything, if he would only come home.

Mac's large hand suddenly pulled her toward him and with one motion pulled her robe completely off of her sleek young body. She tried to scramble to the other side of the bed, but the men just laughed at her. She was totally naked in front of strange obscene men who had her completely at their mercy.

"Scared," Wade said. "You're scared now, but by the time I finish with you, you'll be begging for more. So knock off the act. We all know you're feeling it!"

Lefty kneeled on the bed beside her and ran his eyes over her firm round breasts, tracing an imaginary path over her belly to the soft silken hairs that covered her trembling pussy. She was completely under their control, and the control of the Spanish Fly. She was beginning to feel the effects of the drug, and would be screaming for them to fuck her before the next five minutes had passed. Lefty's hand pushed at the growing bulge in his trousers and he waited for the command to begin, so he could free his swelling penis from its prison.

Pamela wanted to escape, but there was no way. Somehow, through the haze, she could see the men who stood over her, one of them the leader of a syndicate, the other two, hired thugs. They were all intent on one thing, rape! They were going to spread her legs and sink their swollen pricks deep into the hot confines of her pussy and there was nothing she could do to resist.

"Ready, Boss?" Lefty asked Wade.

"Yeah," he said. "But first, I wanna make sure the fly's worked. And then, after I've checked out that hot little pussy, I'm gonna let you boys do all the work, and I'll just watch."

"Hey, groovy, Boss. Are ya gonna do it now?"

"Just watch," Wade said and leaned over the fear-quaking body of the young helpless wife that lay below. "She'll be so hot that even you guys won't be able to handle her."

Pamela sobbed uncontrollably as Wade reached out to touch her. She held her thighs tightly together in a futile gesture of resistance, but felt too weak to fight. Somehow, the tingling had returned to her full rounded breasts, and was working its way down to her loins as the Spanish Fly continued to gain control of her trembling body. She was totally ashamed as she closed her eyes to the lust-incited gazes of the three men who were about to rape her. Wade's breath was hot and close and she knew that he was going to do something to her that no man had ever tried. He was evil and as depraved as Jeff had claimed he was, but it was too late to find that out. Within minutes she would be ravaged and spoiled forever by these maniacs.

"Spread 'em," Wade commanded and lightly slapped one knee. "I'm gonna see just how hot you can get."