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CHAPTER SEVEN

At the bar Roger sat fuming, staring blankly into his Scotch. What he had witnessed through the dirty glass window burned into his mind. It wouldn't let him go so he had decided to drown it with booze. After draining his fifth drink, he motioned to the bartender for another. The booze was numbing some of the hurt.

The bartender poured more Scotch over a fresh glass of ice for Roger. "Maybe you should go home, buddy," the bartender suggested, setting the drink down.

Bleary-eyed, his senses dulled, Roger's eyes lifted from his drink to the smiling bartender. "What for, Sam?" Roger mumbled loudly. "My wife's out getting fucked. My marriage is shot."

As Sam wiped a spill off the highly polished bar, he groaned, "Maybe you're wrong. It could be your imagination."

Roger laughed, gulped down more Scotch. "It's not my imagination, Sam. I saw it with my own eyes." Roger swallowed as if he hated the taste of Scotch. "The Goddamn bitch is fucking some. Goddamn grease monkey in his garage just dawn the street."

Sam shook his head. "You got troubles."

"I deserve it anyway," Roger half-mumbled into his drink. "I've been cheating on her for three months."

"You get what you deserve, friend. It's karma," Sam said philosophically. He left to wait on another customer.

Roger gulped at the half-empty glass. He slammed it down on the counter, spilling it. He stumbled off the barstool and staggered a crooked line out of the bar.

"That guy's got real troubles, Hank." Sam refilled Hank's empty beer glass.

A vicious smile curled Hank's hard mouth. "I heard. His wife sounds like a wild whore." His eyes gleamed as he wondered what that guy's wife looked like. He swallowed some beer, deciding to find out.

"Hey, where are you going?" Sam called to Hank. "You haven't finished your beer."

"Got some business to tend to," Hank sneered. His husky frame took him out the door. Excitement bubbled in his veins as he headed for the garage down the street.

Hank stopped about twenty feet from the garage. A car was backing out. It stopped at the pumps, and a gorgeous blonde climbed out. Hank let out a whistle. "What a fucking piece!" His cock throbbed. Cautiously he went toward the blonde's car as she walked into the gas station's office.

Hank watched the gorgeous blonde through the glass front. Jessica gave the mechanic a friendly kiss. Hank groaned. He was sure she had given the mechanic's cock a squeeze.

"Damn! She is one horny bitch!" Hank climbed quickly into the back of Jessica's car and hugged the floor.

Jessica strolled outside, got behind the wheel. She sat for a moment, her blue eyes glancing at the clock on the dash. Roger should be home now. I guess it's time to bring everything out into the open, she said to herself.

Jessica headed for home. Revenge had been sweet, but it wasn't the kind of life she was interested in. Mentally, she crossed her fingers, hoping that their marriage could be saved.

She sniffed the air in the car. It smelled like beer! The hair on the back of her neck bristled.

When Jessica stopped at the intersection, Hank made his presence known. He sat up. "Hi, baby."

Jessica's heart leaped for her throat. Her eyes found the image of Hank in the mirror. "Who… who… are you? What are you doing in my car?" She began to shake.

"I'm a friend, baby," Hank grunted. "With a nice hard cock."

"Get out of my car! Get out now!"

He leaned over the front seat. His callused hand went to her slender throat. "Shut up. I know all about you. I saw you with the mechanic. You're cock crazy and I got one you'll love."

Tears welled in her eyes as terror gripped her. His fingers were digging into her throat. "You're hurting me," she rasped. "Let me go!"

He brought his other hand around and cupped one of her tits. "I'll let you go when I'm ready. Now, make a right turn or I'll break your fuckin' neck."

Frightened out of her skull, Jessica obeyed. Slowly, choking back her tears, she drove where he wanted. The stench of his beer breath nauseated her.

As she drove, Hank mauled one pulpy tit. "You got nice tits, lady. What's your name?" He squeezed hard, letting her know that he expected an answer.

"It's Jessica," she gasped. She winced. "You're hurting me," she repeated.

His vise-like fingers kneaded her tit. "Turn at the corner."

Jessica hoped that before anything could happen, she would have the opportunity to escape.

His hand dipped into her summer top and pawed the bare flesh of her tit. "I can't wait to see them," Hank said in a coarse voice. His hands were rough against her silky-smooth skin.

His cock was giving him a great deal of pain-passion cramps. "Turn into that alley," he ordered gruffly.

Sickened, Jessica did as she was told, stopping a few feet before the bumper hit a stone wall deep in the alley. "Please," she said, "let me go."

"After I get a little of what you were giving the mechanic back at the garage."

Jessica was ashamed. Revenge had led her to this.

Hank released his grip on her throat and tit. "C'mon back here, baby. And don't try anything funny."

Jessica heaved a frightened sigh. This was her chance! In a quick move, she leaped out of the car. She stumbled in her high-heels, caught her balance, and dashed for the street.

"Rotten bitch," Hank grumbled, throwing open the back door. He took off after her. His long strides caught her at the mouth of the alley. Powerful bulky arms grabbed her.

"Help!" Jessica screamed loudly. No one heard. Jessica kicked and struggled.

A hand clamped over her screaming mouth. Hank lifted her and carried her back into the depths of the shadowy alley.

Clutching her fighting body with one strong arm, Hank opened the back door to her car. As if she were a puppet, he tossed her into the back seat.

Jessica grunted as she hit the seat. Scrambling, her hand on the door handle, she quickly scooted out the other side.

Hank laughed. He went around the rear of the car, blocking her way. "If you didn't want to fuck in the car, why didn't you say so?"

"You bastard!" she spat, backing up. After a few steps, her back was flush against the stone wall. There was nowhere else to go.

Fingers spanning a bulging tit, Hank squeezed. "You got a great-looking body, baby."

Clawing his arms, Jessica shouted, "Don't touch me!"

"Owww," Hank bellowed, snapping his arm away. Her scratching nails had drawn blood. It enraged him. In an outrage of anger, he slapped her hard across the face. "Bitch! Whore!"

Palm at her inflamed check, Jessica cringed against the wall. Tears obscured her vision. "You bastard!"

"Anymore of that shit, I'll rearrange your face!"

Large burly hands grabbed Jessica's flimsy summer top and pulled. The material ripped. Plump tits stared him in the face. He grinned sadistically, eyeing her bared tits.

"No!" she sobbed, arms futilely trying to hide herself from his dirty leer.

Hank just stared, enjoying the jiggling meat of her tits as she tried to hide them. "Put your arms down and let me get a good look."

"No!" Sobbing, she attempted to pull the torn material over her jiggling tit-flesh.

Grabbing her slim wrists, Hank yanked her arms down. "Don't move."

Jessica froze in complete terror. Her bottom lip quivered. Her legs were shaking.

He released her wrists and grabbed her tits. His blunt fingers kneaded her tits harshly. Dragging his hand down her body, he latched his fingers in her shorts and slammed her body into his hard frame.

Her mouth opened in surprise at the sudden move. Jessica gasped in revulsion. Involuntarily, she struggled as his beer-stenched mouth went to her trembling soft lips.

One hand on the back of her neck, Hank held her tight against him, still kissing her unresponsive mouth. His other arm went around her waist, crushing her soft belly into his hard cock. Her perfume inflamed his senses, her soft twisting body inflamed his groin.

She tried to knee him between the legs, but he blocked her feeble attacks. He grabbed a fistful of thick blonde hair and yanked.

She screamed. Her face was reddened with fear. He was breathing his sour breath into her face.

Hank's hand twisted in her hair. He glared into her terror-filled eyes and grinned. "Stop fighting, bitch. Or you'll get hurt," he warned.

It felt like he was ripping her hair out by the roots. "Okay, okay," she cried.

His hand released her tangled mass of hair. "No funny business."

Tears streaming, she nodded, suffering the humiliation of his pawing fingers.

He kneaded her body, feeding on her sobbing terror. He squeezed her tits, he pinched the nipples. "Am I getting you hot, baby?" he growled sadistically.

"Please let me go." She turned her head away. She didn't want to see his face. Her eyes closed tight.

"You don't really want to go. You're just too shy to admit you like it."

"You're wrong," she cried. "I just want to go home."

"You can go home after you get aquatinted with my cock." His laugh was crude, dirty. He yanked her by the arm back to her car.

Gripping her tight, he sat on the hood of her car.

"Wh… what are you going to do?"

"Nothing you won't enjoy." He twisted her arm. "Takeout my cock."

"No," she whimpered, shaking her head.

He twisted her arm again. "Do it, or I'll break it!"

"Owww!" she screeched. With her free hand, she fumbled with the zipper on his dirty jeans.

"See how anxious you are?" he snickered, twisting her arm and watching her wince in pain.

Through tear-blurred eyes, she watched her hand pull down his zipper. The thought of going inside and touching his cock made her sick.

"Don't be bashful. You weren't shy with the mechanic." He laughed. "Take out my cock. You'll love it."

His smile nauseated her. She cringed. Violently, she shook her head.

A quick wrench of the arm told her who was boss. "Owww!" she cried. The pain seared up through her shoulder. Quavering in sheer fright, she delved inside his pants. Her fingers latched around his thick bulbous prick.

Hank groaned. The touch of her fingers rumbled his balls. "Go on, blondie, take it out."

She did as she was told. Meekly, her fingers brought out his loathsome, beefy cock. A shuddering panic enveloped her.

"Look at it," he groaned in a raspy tone. Eyeing the pulpy flesh, he slapped her tits, enjoying the way they jiggled.

Jessica was forced to look at the horrible man's cock. It was growing in her hand, hot in her palm. She wished she could die. Her eyes shifted to the end of the alley and the street beyond. No one was going by.

Hank gave a short laugh. "It's a very quiet street, and in this neighborhood you better pray no one sees us anyway – unless you're interested in a gang-bang."

She shrank back, believing him. She realized now that she was at the awful man's mercy. She swallowed her heart.

"So you better be nice to me or I'll send you out on the street by yourself." He pawed her tit, easing his grip on her arm.

His touch was vile, painful. The calluses on his hands scraped her smooth tittie meat. His brute touch felt like sandpaper. "I'll jerk you off, if you let my arm go," she said, hoping that would appease him.

He laughed at the ridiculous suggestion and pulled her between his legs. "You're going to have a lot more fun with my cock than just jerking it off, blondie." His grin was vicious. "Maybe a nice blow-job."

Repulsed by what he said, she cringed. The knot in her stomach grew. "No, just let me jerk you off," she pleaded.

He shook his head, grabbed her hair and yanked her down to his cock. "Kiss it, blondie. I'll bet you're real good at it."

The head of his vile looking prick hit her cheek as she twisted away. The pain in her arm competed with the agonizing pain in her scalp. She didn't know which was worse.

Hank held her struggling head and released her arm. His free hand gripped his cock at the base. He slapped it back and forth across her face. "Suck it, suck it, suck it," he growled with each vicious, slap.

Crying profusely, tears wetting her face and over his slapping prick, she kept her mouth tightly closed. She breathed hard through her nose. She wasn't going to give in.

"Suck it, and maybe I'll let you go."

Intimidated and wanting to believe him, she submitted to his demands. She opened her mouth in anticipation of his abominable prick. She clamped her eyes tight.

A smug grin crossed his snarling mouth. He dragged his cock aver her open mouth, then shoved the bloated cockhead between her lips. He jammed it to the back of her throat. "Suck!"

Jessica gagged. His cockhead plugged her throat. Her blue eyes bulged open. Her face was colored with red. She obeyed, hoping he would stop hurting her.

He moaned with delight. The damp heat of her mouth made his cock throb. He eased his grip on her hair. "Use your tongue. Do it good and I'll let you go."

Demoralized and grabbing at the straw he offered, she slavishly sucked his cock. Warm spit dribbled out of her mouth, down his bulky shaft.

"You got it, blondie. I knew you were a champ!" With a loose grip on her hair, he reminded her that she still had to fulfill his demands.

With the pain gone, Jessica threw herself into sucking him off. Once he climaxed, she would be free. This one thought helped her retain her sanity.

Palms flat against the car, she gave it everything she had. Her head bobbed wildly, blonde hair strewn about his groin. She whipped her tongue crazily over his throbbing prickshaft.

Hank gave himself up completely to Jessica's mouth. He forgot about retaining a grip on her hair and leaned back. Her mouth heightened his passion. He plugged her throat with the next violent lunge.

Jessica choked, but was determined to finish the bastard off. She chewed with a vengeance. Sucked with a purpose. Whipped her tongue with determination. The demoralizing act shamed her, but she knew she had to finish it.

Hank's balls were churning, ready to unleash their weighty load. His jabbing cock sliced her throat with blinding speed. He growled noisily. His cock was about to burst.

"No," he roared. Instantly, he sensed her game. "No, blondie."

Jessica ignored him. Doubling her efforts to get him to climax, she turned her mouth into a hot, wet, sucking machine. Her lips slammed into his pants. His cock crammed her throat. Over and over again she impaled her face onto his prick. She was obsessed.

"No!" he roared. He lurched up off the hood of the car, grabbed her by the hair and yanked her vacuum mouth off his prick. "You crazy bitch, you almost made me cum!"

Jessica was stunned. She looked at him, panting laboriously to catch her breath. "You promised. You… said…" Her head was pounding. She was dizzy.

Hank jumped down off her car, just as she was about to run. He grabbed her by the shorts, ripping them. Slamming her against her car, he laughed. "Don't be a stupid shit!"

Jessica's knees banged into the hard metal. She tried to get up, couldn't. "Let me go!" She was hysterical.

Hank pinned her to the car. His body was flush against her, his fist buried in the small of her back. "I didn't think you'd want to leave before getting fucked." He tore her terry shorts down to her knees, leering at her magnificent ass.

Jessica cried, her tits crushed into the hard, sleek hood of her car. The final degradation. She closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Hank dragged his prick up through the cheeks of her ass. "Baby, what a foxy ass. Are you gonna love this!"

"No," she sobbed. "No!" She did nothing to stop him, accepting her defeat.

Hank spread the cheeks of her fantastic ass, drooled over the tiny brown ring of her asshole. Passion filled him, blurring his vision. He lunged forward.

As Hank's cock seared into the tight narrow channel of her asshole, Jessica's head lifted, her eyes filled with pain, and her mouth opened. A shrill agonizing scream filled the narrow alley, drifted up between the buildings. Pain racked her body.

"Yeah!" His coarse voice joined in the chorus. Another plunge and he was buried to his balls. "You got it, blondie!"

Jessica bucked like a bronco trying to dislodge his ass-tearing cock. But it was useless. She collapsed in anguish, her asshole stuffed with prick meat.

"Now you're in for a real treat." He started to pump.

Long, torturous strokes kept Jessica twitching and crying in pain. Each stab was more brutal than the first. Her cunt mashed into the surface of her car with each stab. It wasn't long before she discovered herself anticipating the next thrust.

Hank grinned triumphantly. "Like it, huh?" He picked up the pace.

She didn't answer, refusing to give in to the depraved passion his cock was creating in her body. She fought the growing awareness of pleasure as it spread outward from her sensitive cunt to encompass her entire body.

"Tell me!" he roared. He pounded her body without mercy. Ripping into her tight asshole savagely, his balls slapped against the back of her thighs. "Tell me!"

"Yes!" she screamed back, hating herself, but enveloped in the passion of his plowing prick. "Yes!"

Jessica's words drove him to greater feats. Hard lightning jabs. He held her hips loosely, allowing them to rock from side to side. He massaged the flesh, reveling in its softness. "You're tight! Tight as a virgin."

Jessica thrashed on the car, tits mangled against the hood, her clit crushed with each jab. The brutal treatment had her dizzy with lust. His cock invading her ass had her head spinning.

"Harder! Faster!" The gasping words were out of her mouth before she knew it. She had become a partner in her own rape!

Hank readily complied with her desires. With her ass checks spread, he watched each tine his cock disappeared inside her asshole. It was fascinating. "Getting ready, blondie. Gonna fill your asshole with cum."

"Yessss," she hissed, wanting her body debased completely. "Cream me, fucker! Cum!" She was insane, a mixture of passion, hate, and a desire to punish herself.

"You too, blondie," he grunted between whacking jabs with his cock. "You… too!"

She lifted her head, twisted it. Blue eyes fixed on her rapist. "Bastard! Bastard!" Her eyes floated into her skull.

"I'm cuming! Christ!" Sobbing screams filled the alley as her body became immersed in orgasmic pleasure.

Hank burrowed his thick throbbing cock in her ass at blinding speed. Her violent contortions and ass muscles massaging his prick sent him over the top with her. "Me… too! Aghhhh!"

Hot cum gushed from his prick and flooded Jessica's asshole. His balls, churned it out as fast as his prick spurted it into her jerking, climaxing body.

Jessica felt the fiery cum burn a path up into her ass canal. It was heaven and hell at the same time and she wallowed in it. Her cunt, empty, pulsing, gushed out hot cream to grease her unused pussyhole.

Hank smashed her writhing body repeatedly into the car. His nuts swelled, hot white cum squirting up her ass. It oozed noisily out with each plunge, dribbled down his swinging balls. She was the best piece he had ever had.

Jessica churned. Hot blasting orgasms ripped through her. Gushing cum flowed front, her empty cunthole, down her thighs.

Her eyes focused on the alley. It was a nightmare, a nightmare of exotic pleasure. Her fists pounded the top of her car. She twisted, rubbed her tits into the smooth surface. Nipples burned. Her cunt was raw, throbbing, gorged with blood.

"Blondie!" He lunged forward, her knees hit metal. "Blondie!" His speed began to decrease.

Jessica too was reaching the end of her orgasm. As pleasure receded, remorse took its place. She twitched, finally spent, totally ashamed. She lay there, a receptacle for his cum, and waited until he was finished.

Hank grunted to a halt. He held his shrinking cock inside her asshole for as long as possible. "Whatta fuck!"

He finally popped his cock out, a drop of cum clinging to his pisser. He wiped it on the check of her ass then fucked his cock back in his pants. Then he gave Jessica a playful pat on her ass.

With his balls empty, he had no time for her. He only wanted to get out of the alley and back to the bar. He still had a beer waiting. "See ya."

With Hank gone, Jessica cried as she tried to keep her shorts around her waist. She climbed into her car and drove home.