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CHAPTER FIVE

He fucked hard, fucked savagely, fucked until I couldn't hold back the moans and groans that were welling up inside my body. I twisted and writhed under him, and my hands pushed at him. At least my hands still had a trace of moral sense left. God knew the rest of me didn't seem to have any!

"Knock it off," he grunted between strokes, pushing my hands away. His elbow pressed down onto my breastbone, right between my jiggling titties, and he pressed sharply till I went "Ggggkkkkkk…" And all the time he didn't let up once on the relentless in-out stabs of his dick, working himself against me when he was inside me all the way. He wasn't as thick or as long as the late Tony Roland, but he was a man and he had a hard solid prick, and my pussy was close enough to innocence to be fully aware I was being fucked. Again and he plunged into my simmering tightness, and simmering it was after a few more of his strokes.

I couldn't understand what was happening to me. I was juicy wet inside. Each stroke of Jerry's prick reminded me how wet and juicy. It had been the same way last night, when Tony raped me. I had been frightened, but once it was happening I couldn't keep my body from turning on to it. That sick, horrendous knowledge of the beast lurking inside me – it scared me. I didn't know who I was any more. At least, not when I was with a man. Strange things were happening inside me, things I couldn't control, couldn't grasp.

His loins worked against mine furiously and I spread my legs a little wider. I couldn't go much more, thanks to the jeans bunched at my ankles, but the angle of spread I could get made his cock seem enormous in my pussy, made my lips and tube contract on him with a vengeance, and the excruciating tight fit sent chills up my spine and hot flashes through my brain. I put my hands on his chest and I pushed again, but my heart wasn't in it.

He worked faster and faster, really screwing himself in and out. I bucked and jerked with each stroke. He was fucking hard and swift, hurting me, but it was a kind of hurting that rang resonant chords inside my body. My nerves sang with excitement and my tingly twat kept juicing and overflowing, full of cock, full of its own private-stock Rebecca-cum. My knees clutched at his flanks even at my hands struggled fitfully to push him off. I couldn't control any part of my body now. Something very sick was going on inside me and I was terrified. Not of Jerry. Of myself.

"Oh, God," I moaned in despair, twitching and shaking under him. I was a bat's breath away from coming. I knew that feeling too well, the tension in my guts, the itching at my pussy mouth, the jerk of muscles in my thighs. My clit was swollen as big as a watermelon and every time he pushed in deep and wiggled his belly against mine, my chest gave one more death-rattle.

"I can tell," he whispered into my face, his breath wine-sweet. He fucked in and out, fast, just like that, whap-whap-whap, and then he jerked his dick out of me. I groaned and moved toward him, but he avoided the hungry lunge of my body. "Over," he ordered, and I didn't have time to react. He was already flipping me over, so that my tits were squashed against the lumpy mattress on which I lay.

He put his elbow on the small of my back while he stroked up and down the cheeks and curves of my bare ass. His hand went down to my thigh and I humped my ass upward, not sure why I was doing it. His fingers tickled me, flanks first, then inward, moving up and down the insides of my thighs before pushing up into my crack. I was sweaty-moist in there too, hot and damp, and his fingers puddled in that dampness. I felt him touch moved around behind me. "Try this, for round one," he said, as he let go my head. At the same instant his cock slipped into the crack of my ass and started to push at the same hole he'd already fucked with his finger.

At that time I was vaguely aware that sometimes people fucked other people in the asshole. It was certainly something I'd never been too interested in trying, and as I told you, his finger was the first alien object that had ever been up my rectum. Well, I guess he had loosened me sufficiently that way, because when his cock moved against me, my anus seemed to dilate automatically and welcome him inside.

Jesus, God, I thought it was going to kill me! The pain was unbelievable. Getting my cherry busted by Bucky Rothman was nothing next to this! His finger had loosened me, but it had not prepared me at all for his landing cock. I screamed like a banshee and I couldn't muffle it with the bedsheets. My head jerked up and my scream echoed and re-echoed off the inside walls of the van, but he must have been wearing his ear-plugs because he just kept feeding that tool up my asshole, his hands tight on my buttocks while he stabbed me from behind.

I went up. I was on my hands and knees now, anything to crawl away from that big stabbing cock in my ass. I couldn't crawl nearly far enough. My head bumped into the wall and my face dropped back onto the bed. Jerry gave another jerk and he must have had four or five inches of cock inside my rectum. The pain was a burning, ripping thing, a live creature clawing at my body from the inside out. His hands slipped and slid on the sweat-moistened curves of my ass. One of them eased around me, fingers creeping into the patch of hair covering my pussy. I quivered at his first touch there, and a second later he located my clit. He found it with thumb and finger, and where he'd been content earlier to nuzzle it from afar, this time he pinched it off squarely between his thumb and finger and he squeezed, and I saw stars!

Three stout plunges into my ass and it didn't hurt quite so much as before. I could feel liquid moving in my anal tube, I didn't know what it was, but I hoped my body could sweat inside as well as out. I closed my eyes and I was ten years old again, trembling in the bathroom while my mother administered an enema. I felt the tube slipping into my asshole, felt the rush of water up my anus, and my belly heaved inside me.

But it wasn't an enema tube, and I wasn't ten years old, and my mother wasn't giving it to me. Jerry pinched my clitoris again and I screamed loud but he didn't seem to mind screams. When his cock moved in me the tight, excruciating pain of its first intrusion seemed to have dissipated a hell of a lot. He moved a lot easier, though he kept on stroking carefully and slowly, pushing in till almost all his dick was up me, withdrawing about half of it. He'd fucked me hard, in the pussy, but he was fucking me almost tenderly in the asshole. I didn't understand it, but I really hadn't been around much. Hell, I couldn't understand myself, let alone other people!

For example, why was I panting so hard right now? Why had I stopped yelling and crying and screaming? Why were my hips beginning to swivel daintily from side to side as Jerry worked in and out? Why was juice flowing in renewed trickles from my pussy every time his fingers closed tight on my clitoris?

"Oh, God, Jesus," I said with a gasp. "Oh, ohhhhhhhh!"

That's when he started fucking harder and faster. He must have sensed the acceptance in my cry and gasp, and I suppose that it really was a mark of acceptance. I arched up again, my back bent like a bow while his cock rammed in and out of me, and I reached into my crotch, stroking his hand while he played with my clitty. My finger slid past his, though the hairs, and I felt the hot sticky juice that was oozing in a slow but a steady stream from the raw, fiery lips of my cunt.

Jerry tickled my button again and I moaned and two of my fingers started to work their was into my cunny. They plunged into a swamp, and I was an incredible sensation to have him hump over my back, fucking my ass and squeezing my clit. At the same time I kept working those hot eager fingers in and out of my snatch, screwing myself digitally till the smell of wet hot pussy was everywhere, floating round us like a cloud of mist after a summer rainstorm.

"My God," I whispered, "what are you doing to me?"

"Nothing you didn't ask for when you got me the van," Jerry replied smugly. He did double-time fuck up my asshole, and I was really wet in there now, and my tube was adjusted to the shape and the presence of him. I couldn't get over that. I'd touched my asshole once or twist wondering how anybody could ever be so sick as to want to stick a cock there, wondering how anybody else could ever be so sick or perverted a to let them. And here I was, taking it and – could doubt the sensation? – starting to groove.

Rain pattered on the roof of the van, steady, hard rain, as steady, as hard as the fucking Jerry poured up my asshole. Every time he pinched my clit I felt as if I were going to swoon, and every time he stabbed his meat up my anus it seemed that I did swoon, just a little, maybe. I don't know. I wasn't me this was happening to. It was that other Rebecca Lee Butler, the strange, perverted creature who lived inside me and had just broken free for the first time last night. I hated her but I feared her, too.

Well, if it wasn't me, then who was it happening to, for God's sake? I mean, there I was, on my elbow and knees, any tits pressed onto the bed. I had one hand busy on my cunt and the burning pain of my first asshole fuck was slowly turning into something else altogether.

The van rocked as we made it there on the bunk, and the rain kept battering onto the top. I felt the swaying of the vehicle but hardly noticed the drumlike tattoo of raindrops hitting above us. My asshole kept getting greasier and greasier and it wasn't two minutes before lorry a cock moved in and out of me with no difficulty at all. So why was I still moaning and groaning, "Oh, no, stop, please, for Christ's sake stop, you're killing me, kiillllliiiinnnggg meeee!" Why? I didn't know. But his fingers were busy on my clit, and my fingers were screwing in and out of my cunt mouth, and somehow the idea that I was being led forcibly to this, that I was being raped and taken kinky advantage of was such a comforting thought.

There was a sudden, unexpected popping noise and it was like I had just taken a good shit after two or three days of stopped-up bowels. A lot of people find shit a disgusting subject, and I guess it is, in a way. But tell me – doesn't it feel great when you let go? Like a burden being lifted from your soul or something? Makes you want to sigh. It felt just like that when Jerry's dick whanged out of my rectum.

I sighed and I almost collapsed in a pile of relieved flesh. The sensation when his cock pulled out and my sphincter snapped back to its normal tightness was delightful and my head swam giddily.

Not for long. A split second later Jerry was pushing his cock at my snatch and I just had time to get my fingers out of the way before his rod slammed in to replace them. My eyes bugged out and there was a rasping tautness in my throat. I lifted my head and tried to crawl forward, but as always, my head bumped the wall of the van and I wound up thrusting my ass backward, pussy eating up that dick of his in greedy gulping swallows. The muscles in me were rippling and contacting by now. I'd started to come at almost the same instant his cock went into my pussy, and I didn't stop. How could I, with that thing of his reaming in and out of me, already lubed up in my asshole, getting ever greasier now tram the musky flowing secretions of my cunt. His rod was getting a bath, plain and simple, and my cunt was the tub.

He still humped over me from the rear, fucking a little more to the front now. His fingers were on my clit, and his other hand went up to grab my tits. He didn't seem to care which one he got hold of. He'd squeeze and pinch a while, then flip over to the other boot and give it the same treatment. And all the while, his prick kept banging into my box, thrusting hard, fucking with a passion, while I juiced and creamed around him and sobbed and throbbed my guts out.

It had happened almost the same way with Tony last night, and it was happening to me again now. How many more times? I wondered, sick with self-disgust but not so sick I couldn't keep balling away to meet the ramming of Jerry's tool. Last night I'd killed a man because of something exactly like this. Would I have to keep on responding this way, then killing the men who, made me respond so enthusiastically? I didn't know, and I was too busy coming to really think about it with the necessary concentration. It's hard to be philosophical while you're coming.

And speaking of hard – I had about six inches of hard in me. It felt like a good thirteen inches of hammering tool, and I swear I could pick out the presence of his cockhead at the mouth of my uterus. It felt like a frozen snake, poking, punching, trying to fuck its way into my guts, and I screamed every time he did it to me. Screamed and shivered and released another river of sweat from my pores, another river of cum from my pussywalls.

His fingers tightened on my left nipple and they were like steel needles pinching into my flesh. I screamed loud that time, and it was much, much more pain than pleasure. My orgasm was dying down and I didn't think it could last more than a few more heartbeats.

Jerry must have sensed that, because he plunged deep and started to unload. His snaky dick thrashed in me like a live, sparking wire, spraying cum into my belly, and his balls jiggled against my ass with the convulsions of letting loose their gallon of sperm. It ran out of me while he was still pouring the juice in, and my head was starting to return to normal again.

Jerry's cock went soft in my pussy and wiggled out. His hands relaxed on my body and I slumped onto the bed, cum oozing from my slit like blood from a slashed jugular. I reached under myself touched my ravished hole, felt the sticky man-juice leaking out. So much sperm he'd shot into me. How much of it had stuck? My tears had seemed dry and spent a little while ago, but they started flowing again, nearly as abundantly as the cum dribbling out of my cunt.

Jerry lay down beside me, and he whistled. "Hot damn," he said, his hand coming to rest on the small of my back. "That was okay. I see you like it rough. Fine with me. I can give it to you as rough as you can take it, Penny baby." He leaned closer, licked my ear, and whispered lewdly, "Maybe next time I'll piss in your mouth. Is that rough enough to get you off?"

I sat up, blazing. "Goddamn you," I said, "What do you think I am? You threw me onto this bed and you raped me, and all I wanted was a ride." I was breathing hard, and my head felt super cold, the way it had the time I sneaked one of Mom's menthol cigarettes.

Jerry stretched like a cat and offered me his hand. I slapped it away. He sat up, frowning.

"Look," he said, "I don't know what your particular trip is, bitch, but as long as you to in my van, you're…"

I wasn't listening. I leaned forward, and the first thing my eyes lit on was the jug of wine we'd been sipping from. I grabbed it in one quick fluid motion and drew it back over my shoulder, ready to smash it on his forehead. Nov matter if he did look a lot like Jesus Christ, I was going to smash him, the way I'd smashed Tony.

He obviously had a quicker wit than I did, because his fist locked around my wrist just as I was starting to swing. I moaned at the sharpness of his hold, the pain that shot through my hand, and the jug fell from my fingers. The floor wasn't soft enough to keep it from breaking, and a stain as red as blood spread across the carpeting. I looked down at it, sick, remembering, and then I looked at Jerry. His face was dead-white and he was very angry. He stood up, pulling me with him.

"Okay, bitch, I've had enough. You've paid for your transportation this far, and I don't think I want to sell you a ticket for the rest of the way."

He grabbed my shoes off the floor, thrust them into one of my hands, and he pulled me, kicking, fighting, moaning, across the floor of the van. My toes dragged through the spill of red wine. It was cool and wet and sticky.

Jerry opened the side loading door. It was raining very hard, and there was a huge puddle of muddy water beside the van. He let go of my hand and, while I was trying to rub away the hurt, he gave me a shove from behind. Half naked, my shirt pulled up to my tits, my pants hanging below my hips, I fell from the van, right into that puddle of water. I hit with a splash, too, a splash that managed to soak whatever of me hadn't gotten soaked on my initial landing.

I looked up, half blinded by the rain, holding my shoes in one hand. "Wait a minute."

The side door slammed shut. The van rocked and not two heartbeats later, I was sure, the engine roared into life. The van took off, spraying me with more mud as its tires dug into the solid ground underneath the rain-softened surface. I watched, not quite believing, as it sped back toward the highway, turned right, and vanished.