Ginny looked straight at the floor, too humiliated to return his evil stare. "I... I can't fight you anymore, Mr. Bondman. I'll do whatever you say." The words were weak and hoarse, and her voice cracked with fear as she surrendered completely to his lurid designs. Ginny knew her only way out was to give this terrible man what he wanted, and get away as soon as she could. She couldn't begin to think about anything beyond that -- like how she could ever hope to continue being Mrs. Fred Dennison, or even how she could bring herself to tell her husband or anyone else about this horrible thing that was happening to her.

"Get up here on the sofa... on your knees," he ordered, and Ginny shamefully obeyed, still unable to look her merciless master in the eye. She shivered involuntarily as she lowered her naked form to the sofa cushions, flat on her belly.

Marty looked over his choice prize appraisingly, taking in very slowly the incredible ripe youthfulness of her naked body -- the tantalizing magnetism this young delicacy seemed to possess. Her twin, firm buttocks were clenched tightly, like a velvet fist, concealing the forbidden orifice of her puckered anus, as her tightly clamped thighs hid the juicy softness of her tender young slit.

You can keep it all to yourself right now, baby, but not for long... I'm coming in there whether you like it or not!

"Up on your knees!" he barked. "I want to see that brown little eye looking at me!"

Ginny obeyed, cringing at his horrible, evil words, but resigned to her wretched plight. Oh, God... why did I ever come to this awful place! Please, please let this all be a terrible dream... Let me wake up and find this nightmare ended!

Marty gripped her firm young buttocks with both hands, and spread the deep crevice of her ass with his thumbs, opening up to his unobstructed view the taut, muscular ring of her tiny cringing anus and the warm, moist pink softness of her vaginal cleft, her fleshy, puckered lips spread ever so slightly in a tempting display of feminine appeal.

Ginny's whole body tensed like a coiled spring, in horrified anticipation of the bruising pain she expected to slam into her at any moment.

But she wasn't prepared for what happened next -- pain, she would have been ready for, but not this...

Marty skillfully spread the soft, pink flanges of her young pussy, opening wide the warm, moist lips and brushing aside the downy pussy-hairs that lined the sides of her damp crevice. When the narrow slit was spread wide for his amusement, exposing the puckered edges of her cunt, Marty lowered his head to the fragrant lips, catching the young girl completely by surprise.

Her body cracked like a whip as his tongue made its first, electric contact with the sensitive, nerve-filled flesh of her vulnerable vaginal lips.

"N-no... please," she gasped, her lips trembling as Marty's tongue probed her forbidden regions deftly, bringing shivers of wicked delight that coursed unwanted over her naked flesh in involuntary spasms, completely beyond her control. She blushed bright red with embarrassment, humiliated that this total stranger, this awful man, could bring such a lascivious response from her rebellious body, and that she was powerless to stop it.

Marty opened her young, moist cuntal furrow wide with his thumbs, and burrowed his tongue and lips in the warm slit, poking into her deepest hidden crevices, each worming probe bringing a new quiver of helplessness to her naked form. Her breasts were smashed against the sofa, beneath her kneeling form, and her lovely buttocks were shoved upward invitingly, unprotected and vulnerable to his lustful plundering.

"Oh, please... this is so awful... please stop... please," begged Ginny, her face awash with stinging tears, "I don't want to... please!"

Don't want to, my ass! She's just like all the rest, thought Marty, in a couple of minutes she'll be begging me for it!

He knew he was good with his tongue -- enough women had told him so, and he knew this snotty little bitch was no different from the others. His eyes squinted with wanton anticipation as he thought of his aching prick pounding into this ripe young bitch's pussy, filling her sex-starved, empty belly with his hot, scalding sperm... reaming her tight little hole like she'd never had it before...

Furrowing his nose into the moist juiciness of her pussy-hole, Marty fastened his teeth ever so gently on her tiny sensitive clitoris. He knew he'd found it when her whole naked buttocks suddenly quivered violently, sending a ripple of lewd, sinful pleasure shivering along her spine. Ginny felt her small pink nipples suddenly grow hard, poking painfully into the rough fabric of the sofa cushion beneath her breasts.

Oh, my God, what's happening to me... What kind of an animal is he making me? I'm no better than this filthy beast! I can't help myself! I can't stop this awful burning that's raging inside me!

Marty teasingly rolled the tiny bud of her throbbing clitoris between his partially clenched teeth, feeling the little nub harden and swell as he tauntingly nibbled at it, licking it roughly with his tongue as Ginny squirmed to escape the agonizing assault on her naked loins. She tried vainly to clench her firm buttock's cheeks together, hoping she could shut off his salacious attack, but he held her fleshy half-moons tightly in his grip, and his fingers bit into her flesh painfully when she tried to pull away, leaving bright red welts between his digits that criss-crossed her ivory buttocks.

Ginny's eyes were tightly shut, still the tears streamed like rain down her cheeks. Oh, Fred I need you so much! Oh, God, how I wish you were here, Fred! You'd get me out of this! You'd know how to handle this evil man!

But as those very thoughts raced across her tortured mind, Ginny began to be shatteringly aware of a new sensation of lewd burning desire ravaging her insides - a raging-hot flame that seemed to roar from her ravished loins into her belly -- a flame fanned with seven long months without a man -- a flame she'd tried so hard, so very, very hard to suppress.

Oh, no, please God! Don't let this awful thing happen to me!

Marty chuckled to himself as her naked hips began to slowly and involuntarily grind in a quiet, steady rhythm, making tiny concentric circles as he nibbled voraciously on her throbbing clitoris.

"Oooooooohh... please... pleeessseee!" she moaned, her mouth half-open, her eyes still tightly shut. The tears had ceased to stream down her reddened cheeks, and her head was tossed back, her auburn hair trailing over her bare shoulders and onto her back. "Please stop! I can't stand it! I can't stand it!"

I'll bet this is the first time she's ever been eaten, laughed Marty. Well, I'll have to do a real good job!

Pleased with himself, he stepped up the pace of his hungry ravishment of her treasured crevice, his tongue alternating between the pulsing nub of her clitoris and the sensitive, fleshy flanges of her burning young pussy. He had a tight grip on her, holding her firmly in place, and he could feel her naked body shivering spasmodically as her hips ground faster and faster back against his swirling tongue.

Ginny's quivering, naked ass ground harder and faster as she shoved her hips back to meet his tongue's delicious probing; though she fought it with every particle of resistance her reeling brain could muster, she knew she was rapidly losing control.

"Oh, damn... it feels so good! Oh, I can't take any more! Please!" she choked, rivulets of perspiration running down her spine and draining down the widespread furrow of her buttocks.

Marty knew he had her right where he wanted her; she was his to do with as he pleased -- nothing could stop him now.

With one last electrifying nibble, he released his tormenting grip on her lust-swollen clitoris, and raised his head to look over his helpless captive one more time. Her whole body continued to shiver, her hips grinding in their same, steady rhythm, and a low mournful gasp slipped from her throat.

"Ooohhh, please... don't stop," she moaned unconsciously. "Don't stop now! I was almost there!"

His face smeared with a leering grin, Marty brought his ominous shaft up into position, poised at the fleshy entrance to her hot, moist passage, the blood-filled knob brushing the pink softness of her hair-lined vaginal flanges just slightly.

Ginny's whirling mind suddenly snapped back to a fleeting jolt of frightening reality, and she realized only too well how close she was to consciously giving herself to this man. "No! Not that... I won't let you! I won't!" she screamed.

Heedless of her tortured pleas, Marty buried his thick, hardened prick to its hairy base in the warm wetness of her pussy-tunnel, ramming it to the hilt with one snap of his hips. The soft pink walls rippled aside in waves of delicious ecstasy as his thick shaft filled her young passage completely, spreading her fleshy vaginal lips wide as he rammed his eager cock deep into her belly.

"Ooowwww!!" she moaned, her tender passage on fire as his huge cudgel pierced her painfully, impaling her agonizingly on his heavy spear. "Oh, please... Please!"

Her cries were like fuel for the fire that Marty could feel in his own loins, and he slammed his bulky cock into her narrow, constrictive passage again and again.

Christ, what a tight little pussy! I'd swear she was cherry if she hadn't been married! Oh, baby, you're too much... Too much!

With both hands, he reached around her soft thighs and grabbed her bare legs, lifting her slightly for an even better angle. He heard her gasp for breath as his hard prick drove even deeper into the innocent depths of her young, quivering belly; he could tell he was in virgin territory, and it made him feel good to know her old man was less endowed, unable to find just the right spot way down in the bottom of her tight young pussy to drive her out of her mind. She was undeniably his now, and he aimed to give her a fucking she'd never forget!

"Come on, baby, back up on it! Suck it up in there real nice!" he shouted.

His words made the forbidden, lascivious excitement seem even more intense, and she found herself grinding back harder and harder onto his thick impaling shaft, rocking her naked hips from side to side as his cock burrowed deeper and deeper in her defenseless womb. Every inward thrust brought new ripples of wicked desire coursing through her ravaged body. Her breasts were crushed nearly flat beneath her, but her smooth rounded buttocks still waved high in the air, grinding upward to meet his plundering lunges with slow, delicious movements of her own.

His swollen, throbbing prick felt like a baseball bat shoved up inside her stretched, tender passage, but there was no longer any searing pain -- just overwhelming waves of undiluted animal passion that swept over her in a warm surging tide.

Marty reached under her flat, sweat-soaked pelvis, and lifted her higher, slamming his stiff, aching penis deeper and deeper in the forbidden sanctuary of her tight, lust-moistened channel. His fleshy spear slipped in and out of her clasping sheath easily, well lubricated with her thermal juices that seeped from her puckered pussy-lips and trickled down her smooth, supple thighs.

He rocked his hips back, pulling his stiff member from her clutching tunnel until only the bulbous tip remained between her taut, stretched pussy-lips. Like a hungry, greedy mouth, her moist fleshy lips held the swelled knob of his cock tightly inside the warm shelter of her moist, cuntal passage, reluctantly allowing the glistening shaft of his long, thick penis to slide from their voracious grip. There could be no doubt about it now -- she was his, and only seconds away from complete and lascivious abandonment.

"Oh god, don't stop! Don't stop! That's it, harder! Harder! HARDER!! PLEASE HARDER!"

Marty knew the end was close, and with every ounce of strength left in his body, he pounded violently into her young, eager pussy, gritting his teeth and tightly clenching the muscles of his buttocks in a desperate effort to hold back the seething flood filling his balls so painfully he thought they'd explode.

Just one more deep, grinding thrust... one more!

"Oh, damn... I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Don't stop! Don't stop! Aaaaaagggghhhhh! Oooohhh..." she chanted unconsciously below him.

Marty slammed his hairy, sweat-drenched pelvis against her wildly grinding buttocks, burying his throbbing prick right up to the hilt in the wet, juicy furrow of her greedily clasping cunt, and with a loud, gasping cry of relief, felt his hot, surging sperm course along the length of his painfully swollen cock and explode in a torrent of hot, sticky liquid far up into her belly, filling her young, hungry hole for the first time in seven long, agonizing months.

Ginny felt her muscles loosen from her toes right up to her head, as the surging throes of her climax ran their devastating course, her ravished passage hungrily gulping up every precious drop of the man's life-giving load as it pumped into her in spurt after spurt of hot, searing ecstasy.

He released his grip on her thighs, dropping her back onto the sofa, and she fell forward, collapsing in a heaving, gasping heap across the tattered cushions.

Marty's rapidly deflating prick slipped from her taut, juice-soaked sheath with a lewd sucking sound as she fell forward, leaving behind a trail of sticky white semen that dangled for a moment from the end of his rubbery knob, hanging lifelessly between his bulky, hair-covered thighs, then dripped onto the sofa in a tiny wet puddle.

He reached for his under shorts, and wiped his limp prick clean with them, blotting up the lurid mixture of his own sperm and Ginny's love-juices from his dangling, leathery balls and tossing the soiled undergarment aside.

"Baby, the job's yours if you want it," he said after a long pause. "I'll see to that."

Ginny pulled herself up from the sofa, and collected her clothes from the floor where they'd fallen, moving slowly and gingerly to ease the throbbing pain between her legs.

Oh, God, what have I done! What has happened to me!? Have I turned into some sort of tramp? Oh, how will I ever tell Fred about this? I'll die first! I'll die!


Chapter 3

Twenty-four hours did a lot to ease the agony of that long hour in Bondman's seedy office, and Ginny Dennison was far better equipped to deal with the memories rationally than when she had come home alone, her face reddened and streaked with tears, the afternoon before.

Ginny sat up in bed, ashamed of having slept so late; but she excused herself this time -- there were plenty of reasons to let her off the hook just this once. Reluctantly, she climbed out from under the blanket, pulling down her nightgown as she stepped painfully on the floor, grimacing as a searing charge of pain shot from between her bruised, tender thighs.

She stepped gingerly to the bathroom, and turned on the faucets for a nice, long hot soak, and sat back to wait for the tub to fill. But the steaming water was so inviting, she decided not to wait, and hastily yanked the nightgown over her head, pulled down her bikini panties, and stepped into the still-shallow bath. She splashed a little on the cold ceramic tub so she could stretch out without touching the chilling surface.

The deepening water seemed to engulf her like an ocean wave, rising higher and higher, easing away her aches and soreness like gallons of liniment. In a few seconds, she caught herself falling asleep, sprawled in the whirling water, really relaxed for the first time since those horrible minutes in Marty Bondman's office.

Also for the first time, she was able to clearly think about what had happened, and more important, what to do about it.

She'd thought about calling the police -- about putting that disgusting animal behind bars where he belonged, but it hadn't taken long to get that notion shoved out of her mind. Just a few brief thoughts about detectives, newspaper accounts, courtroom appearances, and most of all, about how she could explain what she was doing in this man's office alone, stripped down to her bare skin -- that was all it took to convince her she'd have to forget going to the authorities.

And for another few short moments, right after she'd come in from her nightmare at Marty Bondman's, she'd thought of calling Fred, of the sweet relief that a few minutes of hearing his voice, even from so far away, would offer. But she knew he'd know something was wrong, that he would spot her anguish no matter how well she tried to conceal it. And Ginny knew he mustn't find out, not now at least; not when he was helpless to come to her side. She couldn't allow him to suffer like that -- this was something she had to come to grips with alone, without anyone's help.

It wasn't easy, going it alone. All her life she'd had someone else to rely on, someone to lean on whenever problems stood in her way. But this time it was different -- there was no one there with a friendly shoulder to cry on.

Daddy had always been around when she lived at home back in Indiana, and with three brothers, she had always been his special favorite. She'd always gone to him when Mother said no, and he'd never been able to turn her down. And even though they had never really been well off, she'd managed to have all the dresses and sweaters and new shoes she could use.

Thinking about Daddy like that always made her sad, and she tried to put those remembrances out of her mind. That cold night in 1967 ended all those warm, sunny days with her father -- that dark night she'd spent with her mother and brothers huddled around his hospital bed while he choked through his last few moments on earth, one hand tightly gripped in his wife's, the other in Ginny's.

Fred had come into her life only a few months later, right after she'd graduated from high school. He had been working for the summer at the service station where her family always took their business, and she'd taken a liking to him right from the start.

She remembered it like it was yesterday; the way he looked at her when she took the family car in that sunny June day. He had seemed quite bold, she recalled, not like the boys she'd dated in high school, and a whole lot better looking. So brazen was he, in fact, he asked her for a date before she even knew his name.

And that was the beginning -- two years later they were married, after Fred had dropped out of Sumter College and enlisted in the Army. Now he was halfway around the world, but he might as well have been in outer space, since the only letters she got were weeks apart sometimes. Fred had explained about that before he left. About how he hated to put his feelings into words, how it nearly killed him to have to write a letter. Ginny understood about that, and the interminable waits between letters were getting a little easier to swallow, now that she had been alone so long.

She knew she could have gone back to Indiana and stayed with her mother while Fred was overseas, or even with Fred's folks in Chicago. But she'd followed him half across the country to California before they were even married, and going home again seemed the furthest thing from her mind now. Even being alone, California was a lot better than Hammond, Indiana.

Ginny reluctantly brushed aside all her fond memories, and decided it was time to get out of the tub before she wrinkled like a prune.