"The experiment" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ransom Glen)

CHAPTER ONE

Lisa Carter skillfully maneuvered the cream-colored Austin Healey convertible over the winding country road past the white-fenced fields, and through the open gateway that led to the dorm area of Fairmount College. As the sportscar approached the parking lot, she geared down from third into second and brought it to a sliding halt. Not bothering to open the low slung door, she swung one long sun tanned leg and then the other over the side of the car, showing her softly rounded calves and lower thighs beneath the short pleated skirt that draped loosely from her hips.

The brilliant Saturday afternoon sun beat down on her uncovered head, lighting up the shimmering strands of her long golden hair with bright streaks of yellow-white light. Her wide-set gray eyes, now flickering with sparks of anger, unconsciously squinted against the bright sunlight as she made her way to her room.

A mixture of angry frustration engulfed her thoughts as she proceeded to mechanically climb up the long narrow stairway of her dorm. How could Mark be so thoughtless about her feelings on this of all weekends? How could he? Her anger mounted with each step she took to the top of the stairway. She could still picture Mark in her mind, waving good-bye to her from the train window. It was just an hour ago that she left him at the station and then her anger was momentarily absorbed by the emptiness she felt when he wasn't with her. But now that was pushed away by the disappointment she felt about him not being here for the dance tonight. This was the night of the Annual Presentation Ball given to introduce the girls of Fairmount to the men students at the nearby university. It had a special meaning to her because it was a year ago at this dance that she had first met Mark. She had looked forward to this special evening for weeks and had even picked out a new chiffon gown in Mark's favorite color. Now that was all over, after all the planning there was to be no dance, no Mark… just a lonely evening in her room while everyone else was off enjoying themselves.

The phone call from his mother came Thursday night and it was just yesterday morning that he reluctantly told her he would have to go home for her birthday dinner. His mother had a weak heart and was easily excitable, Lisa thought as her anger began to fade. She knew he couldn't say no to her… the doctor had warned Mark not to upset her in any way. Lisa sudden got mad at herself for being so selfish when she realized that Mark had no other choice but to go home this weekend. There would be other times together, other dances.

When she entered her room, Kathy, her roommate, was waiting for her. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were ill," she said as she watched Lisa slump down in the cushioned chair by the window.

"I'd rather be ill than the way I feel right now," Lisa murmured as she gazed out the window at the rolling green hills behind the dorm. She could feel tears of disappointment swelling in her eyelids and bursting in small trickles down her flushed cheeks.

"Don't sit here all day and mope Lisa," Kathy said as she made her way to the bathroom. "Besides, Mark can't help it if he forgot about the plans for his mother's birthday. And you know anyway by Monday you and Mark will make up like you always do, so why be miserable all weekend? Look… why don't you come to the dance with Pete and me."

Kathy disappeared into the bathroom and began filling the tub with steaming water that fogged the small room with a thick mist.

"You should try this new French bath oil, Lisa, it smells sensational," her voice penetrated through the steam curtain and continued on. "What do you say about the dance?"

"Thanks Kathy, but I don't feel right going there without Mark. I haven't dated anyone else for months."

"Maybe that's your big problem," she called out from the bathroom. Then added with a tone of practicality, "The way I look at it, you two aren't even engaged yet… which is all right because you're both too young anyway. The point is that there's no obligation on your side to hang around here all night while everyone's at the dance. So quit arguing, you're coming with us."

"Do you think Peter would mind taking me along?" Lisa asked with a sudden change of heart.

"Don't be silly," she called out over the splashing noise of the shower, "and once we get there, you'll see how much fun you've been missing while you were out of circulation."

"Ok, I'll go," Lisa responded, "but I don't want to get around any of those wild friends of Peter's. You know what I mean Kathy… I like Peter, but I've heard so many stories around school about the wild drinking parties at his fraternity."

"That's ridiculous!" Kathy defended, coming out of the bathroom with a huge terry-cloth towel draped around her youthful body. "Besides, the wild ones always tame down at a formal party. And don't forget, you'll be with Pete and me, so quit making up excuses and start getting ready."

Lisa's formal clung to the perspiration on her body as she groped her way through the crowded dance floor to the bathroom. It was past midnight and the large ballroom was getting increasingly hot and stuffy. She wondered dimly if her dizziness was caused from fatigue alone, for she had seen Peter sneak in a bottle of Vodka, and was liberally dispersing it into the drinks on their table. Although she had refused his offer, she might have accidentally picked up the wrong glass while he and Kathy were on the dance floor.

The bathroom was packed with girls primping in front of the mirror-lined walls, giggling and sharing confidences through their alcohol stimulated excitement. One girl was hanging over the sink, her mouth slack, with her lipstick smeared over the edges and on her chin.

"Oh God, I think I'm going to be sick again. God, my mother will kill me if I go home like this," the toilet bowl.

Lisa could feel the nausea running through her body and to her throat as the other girl heaved in the stall next to her. She was sorry now that she had come to the dance and she missed Mark more than ever. I've got to get out of here, she thought as she made her way out of the room and back to the table. Things are really getting out of hand this year. Even with her mild disgust of the other girls, she couldn't help but smile at what Miss Hendricks' reaction would be if she knew what was going on now. As Girl's Dean, she helped arrange all of the social functions connected with Fairmount College, and prided herself on the close discipline she held over her girls.

She was suddenly jarred from her thoughts as a hot hand came into contact with her elbow.

"Hey, it's my turn now Lisa," Carl Shankey, one of Peter's friends slurred, as he sidled up to her for the fourth time in the last hour. "You've been turning me down all night, and I'm beginning to think that you don't like me at all."

Carl had a crooked grin on his face, and had obviously been drinking heavily. His tie was dangling to one side from the unsnapped neck of his formal shirt and his breath was rancid with alcohol and tobacco. His brown close set eyes boldly scanned her body as he talked to her. Lisa cringed inwardly at the thought of him holding her while they danced.

"I have to go home now, Carl. Some other time," she replied with a tone of forced gaiety. She then tried to pass him, but he blocked her way and nudged her against the wall.

"Go home with who," he sneered. "Who are you going home with Lisa?" He let his head roll back with a drunken chuckle, then brought it back up with a jerk that brought his thick lips so close to hers that they slightly grazed her delicate skin as he spoke. "With Mark? Well now, you can't do that can you? He's gone home to see his mommy."

Lisa stiffened her body, sickened by his presence and tried to move around him. "Carl, you're drunk, leave me alone."

"I'll leave you alone if you can tell me what that mama's boy can show you that I can't. Come on, we're going to dance then we'll talk about whose taking you home."

Lisa felt her body go limp as he pulled her to the dance floor. Carl was mean when he was sober and cruelly aggressive when he was drunk. He was also unpredictable when he was angry and she was afraid of him, even in this crowd. As he pushed his way through the dancers to the middle of the floor, Lisa looked around for Peter or Kathy for help. Carl stopped suddenly and locked his arm tightly around her waist pressing her body against his. Other bodies around them pushed up against them forcing them together as the band began to play.

The music was slow and heady, and Carl, in his drunken stupor began to undulate his body against hers to the rhythm of the song. His face was pressed to the side of her ear and his hot heaving breath sent cold chills tingling from her neck to her spine. She felt breathless and woozy and tried to back away from him, but his pressure against her body remained secure and unyielding.

"Carl, I can't breath, let me go."

"Mmmmmmmm, listen to that soft sexy music, Lisa. Doesn't it do anything for you?" Carl continued his animal like gyrating against her, ignoring her pleas. His right arm began to slide slowly up from her small waist, reaching under her upraised arm to caress her round, firm breast. Lisa stiffened her body, not knowing what to do. If she moved to push him away, the struggle would attract the attention of the other dancers. She lowered her arm and pressed it tightly to her side, blocking his creeping fingers, and pinning them to the side of her body as they continued to dance. Still not discouraged, Carl removed his other hand from her waist and cupped it around the mounds of her buttocks, clasping and unclasping at them through the filmy gown while he continued to grind his body against hers to the tempo of the music. Lisa gasped in surprise. With utter repugnance, she could feel the hardness of his growing penis burning hotly on her thigh, even through the folds of her dress.

She gave a strong lurch and broke his hold on her, leaving him standing in the middle of the dance floor with a dazed look on his face. Her eyes searched frantically around the room for Peter and Kathy. To her relief, she could see them heading for the table and hurried over to meet them before Carl could catch up with her. Kathy waved as she and Peter made their way over to her.

Lisa was leaning over to get her purse and coat when Carl came up behind her and grabbed her wrist, spinning her around to face him.

"You little tease," he hissed through his teeth. "I can buy you, your old man, and that mama's boy of yours with my week's allowance," he spat at her as he released her wrist and flung it back at her.

Lisa couldn't reply, but stared back at him as though mesmerized by his hateful stare.

His eyes were ablaze and his face contorted with rage. Lisa could feel the shock waves of panic vibrating through her. His anger frightened her, and even in this crowded room, she was not sure he would not try to revenge himself on her for her rather unceremonious rebuff of his drunken advances.

"Hey, Carl old buddy," Peter chimed in, unaware of the conversation that preceded his entrance, "are you having a good time?" He laughed and slapped Carl on the back in a gesture of camaraderie.

"Ah go to hell," Carl snarled as he pushed away from him and stumbled out into the crowd.

"What's with him?" Peter asked, then dismissing the subject, turned to Lisa "how about the neat dance," he asked, bowing down and waving his arm out in a clown-like manner.

Lisa said nothing, still numbed by Carl's tantrum.

"Hey, Lisa," he persisted, "didn't you hear me, I just ask you for a dance."

"Yes, you two go ahead, I'm beat," Kathy said as she dropped down into the nearest chair.

"Huh? I'm sorry, what did you say?" Lisa asked as she turned back to Peter and Kathy. She felt bloodless as she watched Carl disappear back into the crowd and his vicious words were still ringing in her ears. They had shocked her beyond feeling. How could he say such horrible things? Oh Mark, I'm sorry I came here, why can't you be with me now, she thought, as the closeness of the room and noise sent her head reeling.

"Kathy, I just have to get out of here, would you and Peter mind taking me back to the dorm now?"

"Ah, Christ, Lisa, I don't want to drive all the way back there now," Peter argued, "besides we were going to drop by an after party just down the street. We promised the group we would, so let's stop by for a while and then go back. Ok?"

Since Lisa had no other way of getting home that night, she reluctantly agreed to go with them.

The cool night breeze rustled through the golden strands of Lisa's long flowing hair as she made her way alone down the dark pathway to Peter's car, which was parked at the far side of the road. Tears of frustration streamed down her cheeks as she half-stumbled, half-ran through the darkness trying to control the fury building up inside of her. The "after party" had turned out to be even wilder than the dance, and when she tried to find Peter and Kathy, someone had slyly remarked about them disappearing to one of the back bedrooms. Now, she had no choice but to wait for them out in Peter's car and try to get some sleep.

Inside the car, she regained control of her feelings. The peaceful calm of the night compared to the frantic crowd of sweating bodies back at the house helped to soothe her shaking body. Making a pillow out of her coat, she decided to rest in the back seat. Lying there, she could hear the scattered trills from the night birds in the nearby grove. Not too far away, the piercing mating growl of a tom cat could be heard. These sounds soon blended into one as her nerve-racked body found a troubled but deep sleep.

Later, Lisa suddenly awoke with a start. The car was rolling and had come to a quick stop at the bottom of the hill in a thick grove of trees. A dark figure leaned over the steering wheel in the front seat, guiding the car to a halt under a huge low-hanging pepper tree.

It was Carl Shankey!

Oh God! she thought. What's he doing, and how did he get the keys to Peter's car?

"Carl," she gasped, "what are you doing? How did you get the keys?"

"No keys, baby," he slurred, "just smarts. A simple matter of slipping the brake and coasting down to this cozy little grove. Isn't that a kick?" As he spoke, a low cruel laugh could be heard building up in his voice. There was no doubt now in Lisa's mind of his sinister intentions to revenge himself for her actions back at the dance.

Fighting back the panic, she lunged for the door and pushed down on the handle, but Carl, anticipating such a move, reached out and in one swift movement grabbed a handful of her long hair, snapping her neck back and forcing her back down on the seat. He swung his legs over the front seat and slid down beside her, sitting near her head with his hand entwined around the clump of hair at the base of her neck. He tightened his grip on it and pulled back sharply, bringing her terror-stricken gaze in line with his. His head was close to hers, the smell of Scotch overpowering her dazed mind. She struggled and tried to loosen his grip, but without success.

"That was so uncool, Lisa," he whispered. "A very uncool move. You know you're going to get fucked don't you, so you might as well relax and enjoy it. That's what they say isn't it?"

Lisa stared back at him, unblinking, her body frozen to the seat. Hysteria swept over her as the grim realization that she was totally at his mercy penetrated her tortured thoughts.

"Well, isn't it," he hissed pulling down harder on her hair, "isn't it?"

"Y-Yes, it is… it is," Lisa choked, out, tears clouding her vision. "Carl… please… please let me go."

"Let you go, why Lisa baby, you may not believe me now, but I'm doing you a big favor. Yes, a big favor. Just wait, you'll see."

Lisa began to struggle violently, contorting her body and kicking back trying to free herself from his hold. Carl lifted his arm and struck down viciously at her face with his open hand, slapping it from side to side till she felt stunned and ready to black out. He lifted himself off the seat and sat sideways on the flat of her stomach, his weight smashing her body cruelly down into the seat. Hysterical sobs of pain and fear began bubbling uncontrollably from her tortured lips.

"Go ahead, make all the noise you want," he snickered, "nobody's going to hear you way down here. Jees, are you stupid anyway. All the girls are begging for it back at the house, and here you are wasting all your strength fighting me."

As he talked, he removed his dinner jacket, and flung it over the front seat. He began fumbling with the buttons on his shirt until it was half way unbuttoned, then impatiently jerked back on the rest of the material, ripping it open. Lisa could feel a hot burning from his crotch and a hardness spreading heat over her belly and down to the rising mound between her legs. She jerked helplessly against him as he removed his shirt and pinioned her arms in back of her head.

"I'm getting real tired of trying to humor you baby," he rasped in her ear, as he wound the material of his torn shirt around her wrists. "My prick is so hard right now it just might shoot all over you, if you don't quit squirming."

He reached behind her, unrolled the side window, and lifting his weight from her body, jerked up her bound wrists, placed them on the edge of the window and rolled it back up, trapping her arms behind her.

"Aghhhhhhhhhhh!" Lisa's piercing shriek cut through the dark night, as a hot flash of pain rippled down her arms, sending quivering muscle spasms through her back and legs.

Carl leaned back and sat on the side of the seat, panting from the exertion of the struggle.

"Christ, you make a lot of noise," he muttered pulling a handkerchief from his back pocket. "You almost scared me soft that time Lisa, and right now that's the last thing I want to happen. Open your mouth," he commanded and he pushed the cloth hard against her tightly clenched lips.

"I said open it, damnit." He clamped his forefinger and thumb cruelly down on her nostrils and she held her breath for as long as she could, moaning in protest at this harsh attack on her lips. Until finally she could stand it no longer, and opened her mouth to suck hungrily at the air to relieve her almost bursting lungs.

Carl was ready, and he jammed the cloth into her gasping mouth, prodding it deep inside, gagging her. Lisa's body writhed beneath his uncontrollably as she choked and heaved, nauseated at the thought of what was occurring to her helplessly bound body.

"You asked for it, baby. You ask for it. I told you I was tired of fighting. Yeh, begging and pleading and fighting. But no more, do you hear me clear, no more." Carl leaned back again and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his forearm. Lisa's moans were now a muffled echo and she let her body go limp, exhausted from the violent struggle. Her thin, delicate wrists ached and throbbed in the window above her, and when she tried to move her body in protest, the pain intensified a thousand-fold.

Carl placed his hand on the cleavage between her firm pointed breasts, and stroked at the two fleshy mounds, gradually massaging them into hardness. And then, with a sudden jerk of his wrists, he pulled her strapless gown down to her waist and unsnapped her bra. Her breasts burst free from their imprisonment, and rose pulsating and white in the moonlight. Her tiny bud-like nipples peaked hard involuntarily from this sudden exposure to the cool night air.

"Ohhhh," he marveled, sucking in his breath, "you are a woman, yes you are, yes you are." He muttered as he dropped his head and ran his thick, moist lips hungrily over her breasts, his saliva drooling hotly down his chin and onto her trembling flesh. He began to suck like a piglet on her right nipple, bringing it to a hard, quivering point. Then he worked on her left nipple, until it too was stiff and rigid from the unsolicited stimulation of his obscenely sucking mouth.

And, in spite of her revulsion, strange sensations rippled through Lisa's body, penetrating the tortured haze that clouded her mind. An expanding heat-filled wave licked at her body as his wild, voracious sucking continued for a seeming eternity.

Oh God, what's happening to me… oh, Mark, someone, help me… help me now, her thoughts raced incoherently through her mind. A stifled sob racked her body and burst forth through the saliva-soaked gag in her mouth.

"What's wrong baby," Carl murmured as he looked up at her with a dazed look on his face. He seemed completely unaware of what he was doing. Nothing mattered to his drunken mind except to satiate his burning desire to use and humiliate the defenseless body of the girl who had spurned him earlier. But now, he paused momentarily and gazed down into her gray wide-set eyes, dilated by fear into two great terror stricken pools. A softness came into his voice.

"Oh, baby… I don't want to hurt you, you know that, don't you? Here, let me help you," he mumbled as he reached behind him at her balled-up coat and placed it behind her head. He leaned back and inserted his trembling hands under her chiffon gown following the fullness of her thighs up to the tight elastic of her panties. Then, running his fingers between the taut band and the soft, white flesh of her waist, he began to knead at her belly until the tautness released into a soft yielding mass of helplessness.

"Ohhh… that's it, nice and mellow and easy, Lisa," he slurred as he bunched her gown up to her waist and leaned low over her throbbing cunt. He slipped her panties down to her ankles and stroked greedily at the moist, open lips of flesh between her thighs Lisa groaned in humiliation at the sudden more intimate touch and suddenly recovering her composure, she without warning, jackknifed her legs and kicked up at his lust filled face. Her toes caught him under the chin and flipped his head hard against the window behind him. He grunted in surprise and forced himself back over her wildly thrashing body. In blind anger at her resistance, he drove his closed fist down on her unprotected belly, sending the wind from her lungs, the impact vibrating through her entire body, and cracking her shoulders hard against the metal on the door frame.

"Ugggghhhhh," he groaned. "You bitch! Do you want your ankles rolled up in the other window," he gasped as he grabbed at her throat.

Lisa shook her head violently, barely standing the pain that shot down her arms. He released his hands from her throat and leaned back, kneading at his crotch.

"Now you've done it… I've gone soft." As he spoke he reached over the front seat and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his dinner jacket. He pulled out his lighter and started to light the cigarette, now dangling from his slack mouth, then paused and ran the light from the flame over the exposed view of her open vagina. He lowered the flame close to the bunched up material around her waist.

"You'd make a beautiful torch, Lisa," he said in a lowered menacing tone as his sadistic eyes gleamed down on her behind the flickering flame from the butane lighter.

Her eyes widened with renewed fear, forgetting the pain that left her breathless from his savage blow. She cringed up to the side of the window that held her arms prisoner, shaking her head from side to side.

"No, no… she says," he chanted, "no she wouldn't like that at all." He lowered the flame and touched it to a stray pubic hair between her thighs, and watched it shrivel and disintegrate into a sparse smoldering ash.

"See, you're just a fragile little nothing," he sneered, "you could go up just like that," he added as he snapped his fingers in the air.

He put the lighter to the tip of his cigarette and inhaled deeply letting the smoke curl through his clenched teeth. In the moonlight, his eyes scanned the crests of her breasts heaving and contracting, and her thighs molded roundly against the leather of the car seat. His patience ended. He couldn't stand looking at her helpless waiting body like that and he reached back impatiently and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray on the side of the seat. His breath became heavier as he surveyed the helpless virginal feast spread on the seat in front of him. A small gasp of further impatience escaped his lips and he removed his pants and let them fall to the floor of the car. Grabbing savagely at her limp legs, he pulled them wide apart and without waiting knelt between them.

Lisa moaned in helpless fright as she saw his throbbing cock standing hard and erect from his paunchy body. She had never seen anything so horrible or frightening in her life. In the moonlight, she could see the pulsating veins surging towards the large head that was tipped with the moistness of his escaping seminal fluid and she prayed for unconsciousness to free her from this lewd and hideous sight. Carl laughed out loud as he saw the growling fear in her eyes. He was going to fuck this snobby bitch shitless and there was nothing she could do to stop him. He leaned forward, his mouth hanging loosely open, his eyes devouring the sight of her swollen breasts and swooping down to the full roundness of her thighs and smooth, white belly now rising and falling with rapidity as the helpless girl fought to breathe through her panic.

He circled his arms around her narrow trembling waist and crushed his body tightly against hers.

"Nooo, nooooooo," she groaned through the gag in her mouth as she felt his hands probing around the opening of her vagina. She tried to press her thighs together in defense but it was hopeless. He had her body pinioned so hard against the seat that her desperate struggles were useless. Her mind fought against the reality of the vile tormentor now working over her and the hot sharp pain that his hard thick fingers brought to the lips of her quivering vagina.

She cringed and bucked her hips upward to escape his searching hands, but Carl vengefully thrust his middle finger down past the lips of her cunt and pushed it harshly deeper and deeper into her virginal passage that clamped tightly around it in a hopeless act of defense.

"Aghhhhhhhh!" The smothered scream of pain expanded from her lungs and pushed out through her tightly clenched teeth.

He laughed and pushed deeper until the palm of his hand pressed down flat against the open lips of her cunt, and ground his finger round and round until Lisa's body was almost screaming from pain. She felt no resistance, but only the surging torment that rocked from her pelvis up to her tightly bound wrists and out through the clenched fingers of her soft, delicate hands. She was a tightly strung puppet, a slave to the maneuvering body over her brutally fingering through her shattered maiden head to the deepest depths of her womb.

The helplessness of this beautiful doll-like body beneath him engulfed Carl's body in lustful flames of uncontrolled passion. A passion that stimulated him beyond belief and at the same time held him in paralyzed ecstasy, fleetingly held him back from satiating his tormenting drive. He could think of nothing but plunging his burning cock deep into her liquid depths and drowning the hot desire burning inside him.

A moist sucking noise resounded through the car as he pulled his thick finger from her cunt. He reached down to his erected penis and sliding forward between her widespread legs, pushed the swollen, throbbing head up against the lips of her vagina.

Leaning over with the flat of his hand on her belly, he pushed his pelvis downward aiming at the slight opening hiding beneath the hair-lined lips of her cunt. Lisa felt a surge of pain in her arms as he pulled her body closer on him only to be rocked again a moment later by a searing, driving pain deep between her long thrashing legs. It was pushing and driving at her cuntal opening like a battering ram, brutally tearing at the quivering lips and then on past them into the helplessly contracting walls of her widely stretched vaginal passage. Lisa groaned piteously, pushed her hips against the brutal intruder burning inside her but the evasive movement only incited her lust-maddened rapist to new heights, and he gave a powerful in-thrust with his pelvis, sinking his cock deep inside her heaving belly.

The brutal impalement between her legs left her windless as her silent scream gasped through the gag in her mouth. Carl now crouched over her with his swollen spear nesting motionless far up inside her cunt. His face was buried in the clefts of her delicately rounded upraised breasts. He began to rapidly move his mouth from one mound to the other, licking and sucking at her flesh in a maniacal frenzy that sent lightening shafts of sensation coursing wildly through her heaving chest.

Lisa bucked and writhed her body against her cruel tormentor in trembling protest of the brutal rape. Her movements drove him on.

"That's it baby, that's it… move me… aghhhhh… move me more…" he gurgled through the hot thick saliva drooling down the corners of his lips on over the mounds of her breasts and swirling in rivulets, down to the reservoir of her soft white belly. Gasping and panting with delight Carl began to rock rhythmically and gently in and out of the soft confines of her wet, open vagina. His fingers gripped her soft rounded thighs with sadistic strength, hurting her, squeezing groans of intense pain from her tortured throat as she struggled helplessly beneath him. He could feel the fleshy resistance deep inside her cuntal passage spread before the sensitive, engorged head of his prick.

Suddenly Carl had a feeling of absolute power over the doll-like figure twisting in total subjection below him. He gritted his teeth and began fucking her in and out with long, hard lunges that seemed to ignite his passion to the tips of his toes.

Aaaagggh! Lisa strangled through clenched teeth. Her vaginal passage was on fire. The great penis pounding into her felt like a giant skewer drilling deep into her belly. She began to struggle in a vain attempt to escape the cruel impalement, swinging her buttocks violently, but it was no use. Carl skewered into her up to the hilt, jamming his rock hard cock into her with abandoned delight. He reached frantically around under her squirming buttocks with both hands and began to ram his balls into the slit of her behind bouncing jerkily in spastic motions like a bronco buster on a wild stallion.

The creaking car seat gave beneath her to the lunging cock thrusting deep inside her hot liquid passage and mixed with her tormentor's passionate groans that were now reaching a crescendo in her pounding brain. She thought he was going to split her wide apart as the battering penis plunged into her harder and harder until it felt like it was burrowing all the way up to her throat. Her half-conscious mind fought violently against the torment of the hot probe, fighting against the lewd thought of it raping her throbbing womb. Thoughts of pain, humiliation, and Mark, the boy she was going to marry, swirled through her. "Nooo, noooooo, please," she moaned pleadingly beneath his bucking form.

She could see Carl's face in the moonlight, his mouth agape with masochistic pleasure. "Uuuuuuughh!" she grunted as he continued buffeting her mercilessly down against the creaking car seat.

He drove his cock deep inside her as her legs waved out helplessly in the air on either side of his plunging body.

"Agggggghhhh… ahhhh… ahhhhh," he moaned as he ceaselessly rammed his thick cock deep into her white, screaming belly with long cruel jabs. He could feel the hot jet stream begin in his inflated balls and race headlong down the length of his throbbing cock. He was ready to explode! He gave one last low gasp as with a jerk he spewed wildly out the glands into the depths of her womb, filling her completely and overflowing his juices out the hair covered lips of her quivering cunt. The huge instrument jerked and twitched to its completion, white hot spurts of semen foaming out the fleshy lips around the base of his cock, drenching the soft matted pubic hair it was buried in.

His huge body collapsed on her trembling form in total exhaustion, and he lay heaving and panting, burying his head in the tresses of her long golden hair. When he recovered his breath he leaned back and took a long lewd look at her cringing broken body. He could see the wet matted hair of her well fucked opening glistening wetly in the faint light. It ran down the inner thighs of her legs and dripped in tiny rivulets down on the rough woven material of the car seat. But even so, he wasn't satisfied with just her forced surrender, it was too quick. He had to have more of her, had to hear her plead and scream again and again before he could be sure the snobby little bitch had learned her lesson well.

Carl grinned obscenely to himself as lewd thoughts ran through his sex-crazed mind of the fate of the sobbing beauty that was his complete prisoner to do with as he wished. He began to run his fingers hungrily over the softness of her flesh. Her beauty was truly astounding. The sight of her like this, mixed with the pungent smell of her cuntal fluid, drove his cock to a new and greater hardness. He moved his head down to the narrow pink slit between her thighs and began licking and sucking greedily at her cunt. Stiffening his tongue, he drove the full length of it in her and then back up over the fluted, pink edges of her vaginal lips and over the tiny sensation-bud atop her pubic mound.

Lisa cringed and visibly shuddered from the strange stimulation that was being forced upon her ravaged private parts. The sensation grew in intensity till a strange bulking in her loins softly permeated her entire body. A low almost submissive moan gurgled from deep in her throat. Carl sensed her body's response to his manipulations and drew his head up as he slid up over her body, and planted has thick lips tight down over her mouth. His tongue snaked deep into her throat as with his other hand the gag was jerked from her lips. She groaned again in relief and her mouth inadvertently began a slow, mewling sucking against his lips. But it was only momentary as again the brutal realization of what was happening to her flickered through her half-conscious mind.

When she had caught her breath, she could hear the echo of her voice begging him again for the mercy she knew would not come. "Oh, oh, please, please, stop, please stop! I-I can't-stand it-can't stand it!"

Ignoring her pleas, Carl slid his body up over her rapidly rising and falling belly so that he was straddling her chest. In the dim light Lisa could see the erect phallus and the huge testicles that hung down obscenely over her breasts and shuddered in revulsion. His thick, rampant cock stood straight out from his belly, with the swollen scarlet head but a few inches from her gasping mouth.

"Kiss it," he said, in a cold, quiet voice that sounded totally devoid of emotion.

"Oh, no," she whimpered, her stomach churning violently from the thought of this ultimate indignity he was trying to heap on her battered body. "Please… please don't make me do it."

His reaction to her pleas was instantaneous. He reached behind him and with a cruel thrust up between her own legs, rammed his finger deep into her vaginal passage and held her firm, digging cruelly at her insides with the thin rough probe.

"Aghhhhhhhh… hhh… aaaahhhhh," Lisa panted and moaned simultaneously as the searing pain shot through the wet sensitive walls of her cringing pussy. She tried to squirm away from the racking torture but the pain only intensified.

Carl slid slowly up her slippery, sweat-soaked body until he completely straddled her breasts. With a quick flick, he brutally grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head forward to meet the harsh in-thrust of his thick penis. Without mercy, he rammed the thick turgid head of his cock deep into her gaping mouth until it slapped hard against the back of her throat Lisa could feel the monster growing inside her mouth as he battered away at her unrelentingly, his heavy balls slapping harshly against her upraised chin.

"Oh, God!" she sobbed inwardly, "someone help me! Someone please help me!"

But the giant head of his cock eras an overpowering rod pummeling into her soft "O" shaped lips mercilessly. His finger tore inhumanely between her wide-spread thighs at her wet, throbbing cunt opening, and the two giant probes raped her unmercifully as he buffeted himself harshly up and down on her crumpled body.

Carl's breath was now coming in short puffing gasps now, with his eyes locked down on her open mouth, hypnotically watching his huge cock flailing in and out of it. He had lost control of himself as he felt the sperm building up in his balls ready to explode. He delighted in seeing his great plunging cock fucking her soft, ovaled mouth at will this way but he could hold back no longer. Suddenly he threw his head back in a spastic motion and began uttering strange crazy sounds through his clenched teeth.

"Ohhhh, baby, oohh… ahhh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

Great tidal waves of hot white liquid flooded into her gasping mouth and flowed dowel the corners of her lips. Lisa thought she was drowning in a great rip tide as she gulped at the sticky fluid that flooded through her teeth and tongue and down the cavern of her gasping throat.

Her tormentor gave one last low gasp as with a jerk he emptied the last of the sperm into her gurgling mouth, then collapsed across her body winded and exhausted. When he had caught his breath, he sat up on the side of the seat and reached behind him on the floor, producing a pint of Scotch. He fumbled with the plastic cap and opened it, placing the bottle to his lips and taking several huge gulps of the hot warming liquid. He shuddered involuntarily as the liquid seared down his parched throat and warmed the bottom of his belly. He could hear the girl's muffled sobs in the background and slowly the enormity of his vile act reached his hazy mind.

Christ, now I've done it, he thought with a twinge of panic. He knew even his dad couldn't buy him out of this if Lisa started spilling her guts to the law. He had to think of a way out of this now before he let her go or it would be all over for him and he knew it. But what about her? That was it. She would naturally be so worried about her virginal reputation and Mark's reaction to the rape that she might be talked into forgetting the whole thing. After all how many girls would have the guts to face a court trial or examination by the authorities to prove their case. It was common knowledge that hundreds of rape cases go unreported every year because of social pressures put upon the victims. As he built his case in his mind his arrogant confidence came back and the panic left him. Reaching over and releasing her bound wrists from the window, he glared down on her sobbing body with impatience.

"Shut up that damn crying and I'll untie your hands," he said as he unwrapped his shirt from around her bruised wrists.

Lisa tried to control her hysteria as she covered her hot puffy eyes with the palms of her hands. They felt as though they were going to burst out of their sockets as they throbbed painfully beneath her lids.

She put the back of her hand against her mouth, unconsciously trying to wipe away the lewd cum of the vile creature that had filled it. As if reading her thoughts, Carl leaned over and offered her the opened bottle.

"Here, try some of this juice," he said coldly, now in complete control of himself, "it'll help."

In a trance-like movement, Lisa took the bottle from his hand and pressed it to her trembling lips taking a huge gulp of the fiery liquid. She swirled it through her mouth trying to cleanse it of the strong pungent taste that remained after the attack, and then let it roll slowly down her throat. She sat there motionless for a few minutes, letting the liquid warm her insides and then took another gulp. Odd, she thought, having never drank anything stronger than eggnog, this strong alcohol should be making her drunk. But it wasn't. Instead it seemed to be settling her hysteria and bringing her senses back to a shocked numbness. She sat there clutching at the bottle as if her life depended on it, staring straight ahead of her saying nothing, feeling nothing.

"Give that bottle back to me and get dressed," Carl commanded impatiently as he took the bottle from her grip, "I'm taking you back to the dorm. We'll let that dumb bastard Pete try to figure out what happened to his car after he gets through screwing hell out of your roommate."

Picturing the bewildered look on Pete's face when he stumbled from the house to find his car sent Carl into spasms of laughter as he took a dime from his pocket to hot wire the ignition. What the hell, he reasoned, Pete and Kathy would get a lift home with someone from the party, and he could make it out as a big joke the next day. He didn't like Pete anyway and he was getting sick of all this fraternity crap and their holy Greek oaths. They could all go to hell. The only good he got from it was the cheat sheets for the exams and of course the handy file of names, identifying the easy lays from Fairmount.

On the way back Carl tormented her ceaselessly about what would happen to her if his attack on her were known. She'd be the talk of Fairmount, a freak. And Mark wouldn't even want to be seen with her anymore. People would stare at her and stories on the version of her rape would run rampant through the fraternity and sorority houses until she'd be forced to drop out of school and leave Mark. She would be the target of all the malicious gossip, not Carl. She was a woman being placed in defense of her honor, and she knew she would have none left when it was all over. Carl was right. As far as society was concerned she would be punished just as severely as him even though it was she who had been the helpless victim.

Carl pulled up to the dorm and leaned close to her ear, letting the motor idle as he popped the gear into neutral. "There could be a next time baby," he whispered lustfully, his voice barely audible over the hum of the engine.

Lisa stiffened in anger, no longer afraid of the monster sitting next to her in the car. "If you ever so much as look at me again, I'll kill you!" she hissed back at him. "Do you understand me?" her voice trembled with uncontrollable hatred. "I won't care what happens to me."

"Ah hell, get out of here you dumb broad," Carl said as he lifted his leg over her lap and kicked the door open with has foot. "You bore me."

Lisa ran from the car and up to her room, barely making it up the stairs, her tortured loins throbbing with each painful step. Later as she buried her head into her pillow to muffle the sobs racking her body she wondered if she would ever be able to erase the memory of the horrible nightmare that had befallen her tonight. She knew one thing, she could never in all her life tell Mark about what had happened. It would destroy him completely to know that someone of Carl's character had subjected her to these insuperable indignities. Much later, from exhaustion alone she fell into a deep but troubled sleep.