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CHAPTER FOUR

It took nearly a full minute for the horrible realization to sink in, to etch its rabid truth in the cells of her drugged brain. Again she tried to speak, to scream, anything, but it was useless. She looked at him dumbly, her eyes now glazed with the grayish translucence familiar to chronic hashish smokers. He was fatter than she would have imagined… his flesh sagged and was smeared with the wetness of his perspiration. Under the drooping sag of his belly, his penis jutted out like a small cannon, surrounded by a jet black fuzz of hair. She giggled hysterically, unable to help herself, then shivered violently. The dawning awareness of what he had in store for her revolted her. The very thought of his middle-aged paunch sprawled over her naked body was too much. Just the very thought was enough to turn her stomach… she couldn't believe that she would ever have agreed to even come here. And certainly not… this!

Felder came toward her, his eyes bugged with delight as he mentally undressed his prize young catch, pausing to savor me choicer parts of her ripening anatomy. "Take your dress off," he ordered roughly, a changed, more menacing person now under me effects of the powerful African hallucinogenic.

Jessica shook her head firmly, "N-No, no… I can't. I-I can't do it."

"Take it off, you Goddamn bitch, or I'll take it off for you!" he barked.

Jessica looked around vainly for a way out, but remembered the locked elevator and the intricate winding route back to the outside; she'd never escape him by running, that was certain.

"Well, what're you waiting for, cunt? Take that damn dress off… right now!"

Jessica knew she had to do something to buy some time, even if it meant stripping her clothes off in front of this horrid man. She slipped the short dress over her head with trembling fingers, standing before him now in bra and panties and panty hose, still wearing her leader boots that stopped just below the knee. He gazed wildly at her long legs, so pertly trim and smooth, her firm breasts which made little white mounds over the cups of her bra, her snow-white bare midriff, the gentle swell of her roundly curved young hips. His penetrating look frightened her even more, and she gasped, tearfully, "I can't… Please don't make me do it. I can't!"

He came toward her. His eyes showed no chance of escape for her – they were lustful, cruel and unyielding. Suddenly his strong arms enveloped her and his lips engulfed hers voraciously, sucking them into his wet, drooling mouth. She began to struggle, but she was so dizzy from the hashish she could scarcely stand. She knew any minute she would buckle and collapse in a heap on the floor. She fought to retain consciousness, her one chance to prevent this awful nightmare from happening to her. His tongue seemed to fill her mouth, brushing wetly around inside, and blocking the much-needed air necessary for the young blonde to remain conscious. His flesh smelled sweaty, strongly so in his lustful straining fury, and seemed to surround her, trapping her like a tiny flower in one huge meaty palm.

"No, no, I won't," she insisted, regaining a measure of her courage, "let me go this minute, you hear!"

She struggled furiously but he moved her with him across the luxurious room as if they were one body, seeming to flow like liquid, heedless of her feeble resistance. She felt a great, frenzied fear knotted in her belly and her body and limbs began to tremble uncontrollably. The dizziness was growing worse, the whole room spinning crazily around her in a topsy-turvy kaleidoscope of colors and light.

She found the ceiling was straight ahead. It couldn't be true! She was flat on her back, pinned like some small helpless captive prey before this beast. There was a crushing weight on her that emptied her lungs… a strong hand snatched the sheer fabric of her bra away. The air was suddenly chill and menacing on her naked young breasts. Felder's probing fingers found the taut band of her panties and pulled, yanking them, along with her pantyhose down to her knees.

"Kick off those boots… right now!"

She obeyed, and in another instant, she was naked, her body uncovered now and vulnerable to this sadistic animal's hungry touch. His body seemed to flow over her in a crushing tide, like molten lava. His hands were everywhere, on her face, sliding down over the quivering pink buds of her nipples, down between the sides of her whitely trembling young thighs. She blacked out for a moment, then regained her senses… there was a sudden deep, thrusting entry as if a thick pole had been rammed into her body. She gasped and jerked away, terrified, but the ravaging member followed her splitting into the softness of her pubic hair and the wet mouth came back onto her, nibbling at her lips and her tongue…

"Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" The red-hot poker was suddenly in her, pistoning between her thighs and on up into her open cunt so that the smooth moist walls inside seemed to be burning in raging flames and her whole lower body felt about to split apart. Tears gushed down her cheeks and she began to sob hysterically. The room began again to spin and tumble and, mercifully, she lost consciousness.

It seemed hours later when Jessica came to. She wasn't sure how long it had been, but the night was still outside at least. She was aware that her breasts were being stroked and that there was a great hot weight of flesh along her back. She discovered that she was lying on her side on a leather sofa, completely naked. The surroundings seemed unfamiliar, she had forgotten her own entry a short while ago. Her head ached and, more noticeably, her vagina throbbed with a painfulness that seemed to radiate throughout her whole torso. It felt as if a solid wedge of something was inside her, but there was nothing. Gradually her memory returned; without moving she lowered her eyes to the alien hand that openly caressed her breasts. It had actually happened… she wasn't a virgin any longer. She'd lost it, and quite completely, judging from the aching between her legs. It didn't seem to matter now. All that fear she had had was just in her mind. Except that it would have been much better with Phillip; she regretted now having rebuffed him. She spoke, not particularly to anyone, as if Marty Felder didn't exist.

"How about something to drink?"

The hot hand slipped down over her belly and the fingers traced a line over the curve of her girlish hip to rest on the smooth naked flesh of her buttocks. There was a grunting heaving movement accompanied by pressure on her firm buttocks-cheek. Felder lifted himself from behind her.

"Sure, baby. You deserve a drink after the performance you gave."

He came into view between her feet. She watched with revulsion as his thick flaccid cock dangled from the clump of hair beneath his paunchy belly. It was wet and sticky, and a thin trail of semen broke away as he moved from her. It seemed impossible now, but it was true enough… this man had just fucked her… yes, that was the word… fucked her, used her like some common whore. God, it was too much to believe.

"How about a beer? I've got some cold ones here in the cooler."

"Anything. Just make it quick."

He handed her a glass mug of chilled beer and she quickly gulped it down. He climbed over her and she lay perfectly still, offering no resistance. He lay down behind her again, his body tight against her backside. She tried to ignore him, as if somehow by not having to face his hot presence, he would vanish. She'd never felt lower in her life; it was as if she had sunk into some bottomless pool of depravation and shame. She finished the last of the beer; it offered some little solace as the alcohol seemed to clear the cobwebs left from the hashish from her brain. She felt his body snuggle closer; he had a big, hard erection. She could feel it poking into the cleavage of her naked buttocks from behind, its bulbous head prodded between the firm, softly yielding cheeks of her youthful ass.

"I've never had a virgin before. Didn't know how much I was missing," he said slyly, a sinister grinning smirk on his sweaty face.

"And what makes you think you've had one now."

"Wow, baby, you've got to be kidding! Right up till you went under, you were like a wild woman." He spat out the words with gleeful enjoyment, obviously relishing the memory of his vicious sadistic assault.

She didn't say anything. She simply lay there, her mind almost blank, broken only once in awhile by the flickering memories of her nights with Phillip, the times they had come so close. She had refused her lover so many times… and now this!

"I think I'd better go, Mr. Felder."

She felt his answer, his pulsing rod of flesh pressing harder against her buttocks as he slipped his fingers around her waist and tightened her against him, pressing his loins hard against the fleshy globes of her well ripened young ass cheeks. "You don't have to leave yet, honey. There's lots of night left."

His body pressed very close to her and his lips took a gentle nibble from the warm nape of her neck to the curve of her shoulder. She lay still, uncooperative, but with no strength or will left to resist. She felt his hand ooze between her thighs where her buttocks joined them; it no longer shocked her or revolted her to have him exploring her nakedness this way; there was simply no feeling at all.

His fingers caressed the lips of her fragrant young pussy and finally entered and stroked the moist tender walls of the gently throbbing passage, now ravaged of its innocence. Her insides contracted involuntarily; she supposed you couldn't help getting some enjoyment out of it even if the man was as repugnant to her as this one. His rigid penis oozed between her thighs after his fingers and poked and prodded for the opening in her ravished pelvis.

"Not again, no… I'm sore there. Please, let me go home now!"

"Now, now, baby you wouldn't want me to have to get rough, now would you?" He smiled as he spoke, but his evil smirk belied his feeble attempt at pretending a trace of warmth in his cold being.

Her mind froze and she gritted her teeth in a spasm of anger and fear. She knew she'd be no match for his strength and weight, and she doubted anyone would hear her way up here on top of this building. And in New York, no one would come to her aid even if they did hear.

Now the thick knob of his cock had found the moist little slit of vaginal flesh again. She groaned painfully as it pressed the soft, hair-fringed lips apart and moved between the bruised tender walls of her cunt. He ignored her discomfort and pushed harder into her, sinking the whole thick, turgid length of his prick once more in her tight, already once ravaged young pussy.

"Oooooh God, please, you're hurting me!"

But Felder seemed to lose himself in a frenzy of wanton passion as the tight moist walls of her vaginal sheath closed like a soft wet hand around the heavily pulsating shaft of his aching cock. Suddenly his breath came up from his belly in raking gasps and he skewered her furiously with his hardening prick, burrowing completely into her so that she cried out in agony. But he held her securely, with one hand curving around each hip so that his strong fingers bit into the firm, elastic flesh of her abdomen. He moved into her like a series of crashing waves, each larger and harder. She gasped and squirmed, caught like a stuck pig on the end of a lance. His thighs were hairy and bristly along the sensitive under sides of her naked behind. He pummeled into her with great force, seeming to fill the whole of her knotted belly, all the way up to her heavily quaking breasts. Sometimes he hurt her even more with a sudden sharp point of excruciating pain as he jerked his heavy loins more powerfully upwards and battered her tender inner cunt walls with the swollen, throbbing head of his immense cock. At other moments it seemed as if he was exploding like gunpowder deep inside her, spreading wide and vulnerable parts of her anatomy that had always been hidden before.

Behind her on the leather sofa he was grunting like a raving madman, tossing and twisting and moaning as he battered his heavy, lust-hardened cock up deeper into her tiny cringing pussy, grinding his hair-covered pelvis hard against the firm adolescent-like cheeks of her softly giving ass cheeks.

"Goddamn!" she heard him gasp, and his fingers dug deeper into her belly, making her squeal with fresh pain. She felt an extra pressure against her hips and his fingers began to pull and guide her until she was moving onto her knees, his swollen prick still firmly imbedded in the moist tightness of her cunt. He tugged and yanked until she reluctantly moved with his guiding effort, although this degrading position made her feel horribly debased and subjugated, like some lowly servant girl stripped and bent over for her master's amusement. She suddenly knew what a prostitute must feel, just another piece of flesh at some man's twisted whim, nothing more than a lewd receptacle for his passion driven sperm.

Now he slithered up closer behind her and between her wide-spread thighs, pushing them apart even more with his knees as he squirmed his prick right up, deeper, up to the very hilt in her wetly constrictive young cunt. Now that she was spread out so helpless and defenseless this way, he seemed to invade her even deeper with his cock, splitting her tortured body in half, forcing agonizing gasp after gasp from her futilely pleading lips.

"Oooohhhh, please… please, you're hurting me!" she cried.

Her back began to ache from the constant pressure of his hands around her waist, bending her down humiliatingly so mat her naked young buttocks soared upward toward his face. She felt totally naked and abused, a filthy, wanton slut good only for this horrid animal's pleasures. Her loins tingled and contracted, a thousand red-hot points brushing against one another, sending out millions of shivering chills through her body from the quivering nucleus of her cock-filled young pussy.

His flesh buffeted her ass with steady bruising force; every pounding thrust was punctuated with a gasping whine from the man's throat. Beads of sweat slung from his naked torso and splattered on me young blonde's bare flesh, soaking her with his perspiration as he fucked viciously into her again and again, each and every vicious grind burrowing his cock deep in her ravaged young belly. She suddenly thought, God, what if he gets me pregnant! But now she was unable to voice any protest, her feeble powers of resistance drowned by the rising tide of wicked passion that his deep, skewering thrusts were building in her now almost traitorously accepting loins. His rhythmic thrusting continued, bringing a low muffled cry from her parched throat with every painful inward thrust. He seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, probing deeper and deeper up into her body toward her very throat. Her breasts heaved and swayed beneath her as she suddenly discovered her naked body involuntarily writhing and twisting on the end of his heavily impaling prick, swaying in time with his deep, punishing thrusts, grinding me thin, hair-lined lips of her now wetly clasping young vagina back against his pelvis as she felt the lust-distended head of his cock far up in her wide-stretched insides.

She was incredibly sore but afire with a great building pressure, a liquid screaming pressure deep in her loins that ached to be set free. She couldn't think of anything but the agonizingly sweet buildup inside her; as much as she hated the thought of what this man was doing to her, of the way he was using her like some kind of lewd, unthinking sexual toy, it was happening. Somehow she'd never thought it would really happen this way to her. The buildup grew into a great, ever expanding bubble which was swelling to enormous size inside her. She screamed loudly, and screamed again, loud and shrill, and the stretched bubble burst and it seemed like hot blood rushing from her loins in a wild liquid torrent, hot and fluid and gushing, and she screamed again with the tears of fright and ecstasy and shuddering relief running in streams down her cheeks.

"Ooooohhhhh… yes, yes… oooohhhhh," she whined.

She began to calm a little, though she was still trembling all over and her stomach was quaking as if she'd just been beaten within an inch of her life… and still he was stuffing his thick penis up into her wet sperm-inundated cunt with unrelenting fury, wheezing between his teeth and practically hurling her onto the floor with every powerful forward thrust. Now the pain was returning, the pain this monster had successfully masked with a flood of wantonness as he skillfully manipulated her, wringing a torrent of orgasmic ecstasy from her young, inexperienced body. It only hurt now, and even worse than before. Her vagina felt as if it had been sliced with a knife in a dozen places. She gritted her teeth, wondering how long she could stand it, and then she heard him muttering, cursing under his quickening breath.

"Jesus, baby, your cunt's so tight! So Goddamn hot and tight!" And his muttering grew into a steady babble of moaning, groaning agony, rose to a gasping howl and exploded into an agonized cry. She felt nothing in her tautly stretched vagina except that his thrust slowed to a great solid, grinding heave… and then it happened. She jerked reflexively as she felt the naked, heaving man empty his hotly, seething load deep up inside her helplessly contracting belly, filling her whole insides with his dangerous life-giving sperm. Quick flashes of what might be happening raced through her numbed brain; of how she might be pregnant what it would be like to carry this monster's child. And then he fell forward on her with a tortured groan and his body was such a hulking mountain of weight that she collapsed under him, pinned flat against the sofa cushion, her firmly rounded young breasts smashed into the leather. He lay there on her a long times heaving and gasping.

"W-What if I g-get pregnant?" she asked finally in a near whisper.

"That's the least of your worries, honey," he laughed, his breathing back to normal now. "I've had a vasectomy… years ago. So don't go getting any ideas. I've got a letter from the Doc to prove I'm as sterile as a surgeon's glove."

A few minutes passed, then she complained of the crushing bulk on top of her tiny young form, and he rolled off and walked to the door of the terrace. She wiped the sticky trail of his lewdly shining semen from her thighs with the sleeve of his crumpled shirt when he wasn't looking.

She began to pick up her scattered clothes, searching here and there under the furniture. He sat back down on the edge of the sofa, looking even paunchier and flabbier than before now somehow, his limp penis dangling in a flaccid knob from beneath the fleshy roll of his belly.

"I'd like to go home now," Jessica said quietly. She didn't even want to talk of the job he had for her now; all she wanted was the quiet sanctuary of her own room. Away from people, away from this man.

"You'll go when I say so," he said nastily. "And not a minute before."

Jessica stood there gaping at him, making no attempt now to hide her youthful nakedness, her hands casually on her hips. Her firm ripe breasts stood out defiantly, the tiny pink nipples still hard and crinkly from his vicious ravishment. Surely he couldn't mean it! What was there left for him to do to her? There was nothing left!

Ignoring his threat, she stepped into her panties, gingerly lifting her legs as bolts of pain rippled through her thighs.

"Put those panties back where you found them!" he barked. "I'm not ready to go yet."

"I'll take a cab. You needn't bother, Mr. Felder," she said bitterly.

"Take off those Goddamn panties!"

She couldn't believe it! She had been stripped like a servant girl in the market place, screwed half to death like a whore by this fat, vile man, paraded naked before his lustful eyes, fucked and filled almost to bursting with his horrible sperm until her whole body ached. And he still wanted more of her!