I thought I knew my beautiful, demure wife, but when our three-year-old Cadillac
broke down on our vacation, miles from nowhere, and all hell broke loose, I
discovered that I really didn't know her that well at all. Even after six months
of marriage, I still couldn't believe that a girl as good looking and sweet as
Paulita could really love a studious, plain looking computer nerd like me, but
she did. She was attractive by any standards. Even with her glasses on, her hair
in a bandanna, and no makeup, I thought she was totally gorgeous. She was almost
as tall as my six-one, with rich, dark brown hair, big, green eyes, and a
slender but fantastic figure. Our love life was pretty good. She was almost too
modest sometimes though, and she had trouble really letting go during sex, but
she was very affectionate. I took it real easy with her, and after a couple of
months, she relaxed and it got much better. I was no super stud and not real
experienced myself, but it seemed we were learning together. I'd even been
thinking about oral and anal sex with her if she was willing. What the heck, we
were in love and anything was okay between us if we both wanted it, right? We
got married in March, but it was into August before I could get away and we
could take a real honeymoon. The Caddie had been acting balky for a couple of
days before we left, but I didn't want to delay things so I mentally crossed my
fingers as we left Phoenix early that morning. Everything hummed along great
until we got several miles out on Interstate-Eight. The car started heating up
and I knew we'd never make it up the San Diego mountains so I pulled into a
roadside service station, the only one for miles - in fact the only building in
sight. The long-haired kid in the greasy, blue overalls looked at the engine and
said, "Yer water pump's shot." and I had the feeling we were about to get ripped
off. I didn't know just how badly until later. He called in for the part, and
thirty minutes later, a battered pickup truck pulled up in front of the garage
in a whirl of desert dust and two young men got out. They were rawboned, country
boys, dressed alike in snug, faded jeans, western shirts and wide belts with
large, ornate buckles. The husky one with the cowlick of thick, black hair
across his forehead, wasn't too subtle about the way he looked at my wife.
Paulita had on a light, flower print summer dress with just string straps,
leaving her shoulders bare, no hose, no slip, sandals and a perky little bow
holding her pony tail. She looked about sixteen, instead of her twenty-five, and
when she walked in front of the sunlight, you could see the outline of her great
legs through the thin material. The husky young man stretched out lazily on the
weathered bench by the door and kept watching her while he sipped from a can of
beer. I wanted to say something about it but he really hadn't done anything out
of line so I put up with it. I noticed that his buddy, a wiry boy with close
cropped, reddish hair, kept eyeing my wife too, pursing his lips in silent
whistles as Paulita stood by. Looking back on it now, it was as if tiny warning
bells were sounding in my brain and I ignored them. After a couple hours, the
mechanic called me back into the shop, ran a printout from their small computer
system on the bench and showed me the bill. It was nearly a hundred dollars over
what he'd told me earlier. "That's too much," I said. "I don't mind paying an
exorbitant price, because we're stuck out here in the desert, but that's just
robbery. I want to talk to the owner." "I'm the owner," the mechanic said in a
surly tone, "and these are my partners." The reddish haired guy was standing
close enough to touch me, looking over my shoulder as the mechanic went over the
printout again. I started to ask him to move back when I saw the heavy revolver
in his hand, the muzzle barely touching the cloth of my shirt. "Now ya-all just
relax," he said easily. "I'm sure we can work this out. If you don't want to pay
up, we can make some other kind of deal." I looked past him to see the taller,
dark haired one pushing Paulita ahead of him. I moved away from the man beside
me, starting toward her, but the barrel of the gun followed me, pressing harder,
urging me back. I couldn't help noticing how steady his hand was and how relaxed
he seemed. Outrage gave way to a cold, sick feeling and I was suddenly unable to
catch a deep breath. Paulita was pale and wide eyed and then I saw the flicket
knife lightly pressing her side. "Okay,' he said to the others, "we're closed.
Phone's off the hook too." He moved away just long enough to roll the overhead
doors down. "Just take it real easy," he said as he strolled over to us, "If you
don't fuss a whole bunch, we can get our business done here and you can be on
your way." The mechanic took my wallet, the red-haired one got Paulita's purse
and rifled through it, while the taller one pushed both of us back into a small
storage room off the shop. As we stood against the cinder block wall, the one I
called "Cowlilck," for lack of a name, shoved his hands into his back pockets
and said, "Okay, here's the deal. We're just going to take enough for the parts
and forget the labor if the lady here's willing to work it off." He laughed. "We
might even give you credit if she's good enough." "Just a minute," I said, glad
that my voice was steady, "Take the money, but you'd better think about what
you're doing here. If you add - I couldn't say the word 'rape.' - anything else
to the crime, it goes a lot worse for you. I'll sign a complaint to it as well."
"What the hell do you think this is, mister, a fuckin' tea party?" He shook his
head in exasperation and took my wife by her hand. "You understand what we're
about here now, don't you? You're gonna put out for us real nice, right?" She
jerked her hand away. "No, damnit!" she gasped indignantly. "You son of a
bitch!" I hissed at him, starting forward, almost forgetting about the pistol
until Mechanic cocked it and thrust it into my face Paulita gave a thin cry of
fright and backed away. "Oh come on now, Honey," Cowlick said to her, "don't be
all uptight. Like I said, if you're real good about it, you both can leave
okay." "Look's like he's got a shitty attitude about it though," Mechanic said,
"so I guess we'll have to tie him down." Then the waking nightmare began. One of
them found a length of rope, tied my wrists together behind me, then snugged the
free end of the rope to a metal crossbeam on the wall behind me. That way, while
I could move around a little, I could go only so far. Once I was tethered,
Redhead and Mechanic lounged against the near wall while Cowlick led my
protesting wife to the blanket draped cot against the far wall, pulled her down
beside him and talked to her. His tone was smooth and friendly as if he were
simply discussing road conditions or the weather. "Since we're all agreed," he
told her in sickeningly intimate tone, "there's no reason we can't be friendly
about it, right? Now don't you go worrying about your husband there either. He'd
be wrong to blame you for it, because you have to do what I say and you don't
have a whole lot of choice, right?. So why don't you just go ahead and get
undressed?" I expected her to fight, or at least scream, but moving stiffly, she
took her sandals off, stood and began to strip while he sat watching her. She
kept looking at him, not protesting or fighting him, as she took off her
glasses, unzipped her dress, took it off and then reached behind to unhook her
brassiere and drop it on the concrete floor. She sat again rolled her underpants
down and dropped them next to her bra. I saw that the nipples of her breasts
were puckered tightly and that her face was flushed as she sat, just staring
straight ahead. "Hot damn!" Mechanic said thickly. I didn't want to look, but I
couldn't help it. It was like watching a snake, coiled just inches away. It's
evil and ugly, but you don't dare take your eyes off of it. No matter how many
times I tried to erase the images from my mind afterward, each tiny detail of
the next few hours was burned into my mind like an Eprom. Cowlick stripped down
to his shorts and socks and sat closer to her, putting his arm around her. He
had an athletic build, with thick hair on his chest and belly. "You got a
beautiful body," he smiled at her. "I 'spect you're kind of nervous right now
though, but there's no need. Heck, we did our job, now you do yours. So you just
lie back and relax and we'll get to know each other a little better, okay? She
sat woodenly for a moment, then just pushed herself back to stretch out on the
cot. When he pulled off his shorts, grinning at her, his half-erect penis looked
much larger than average. As boldly and easily as if he'd known her all his
life, he sat and ran one hand up the inside of Paulita's leg. She shuddered. I
gave a shout of anger then, lunging forward to the end of the rope. Cowlick
pointed at me, Mechanic came over to me, produced a roll of duct tape and
quickly slapped a length of it over my mouth. "Damnit now," he said, not really
perturbed, "there isn't a darn thing you can do about it anyway, so jus' shut
up." Cowlick turned his attention to Paulita again. He kept stroking her leg and
talking to her in that easy way, then after a minute or so, she lifted one knee
a little bit and let her legs open more. He grinned even wider and cupped his
hand over her pubic mount. It looked as if he was working his finger in her and
she stiffened a little, closing her eyes. He kept fingering her and after a
while, she sighed. "Well there," he said amicably, "I do believe you're getting
a little horny now." Then I realized exactly what he was doing: He was not only
going to rape her, he was trying to make her cooperate and even enjoy it. I was
sick with shame and rage. He got up onto the cot and knelt between her legs, his
penis now completely erect. Continuing to play his sick game, he didn't lie down
on her immediately but knelt there, showing his hard-on with sly patience until
she opened her eyes and stared nervously at the thick length and the swollen,
reddish head that was about to be thrust into her. "Well, hell, it ain't going
to bite you, Baby" he chuckled. He took her hand, put it on his cock and held it
there. "It's okay. Get acquainted with it some." She looked embarrassed and
miserable but she still grasped that rigid, wicked looking thing when he took
his hand away. She could hardly get her fingers around it. "Go on," he prompted
and she hesitantly stroked it. "You can do it better than that," he chided.
Wetting her palm with her tongue she grasped it again and took longer strokes.
"That's the way," Cowlick said in a soft, purring tone, "get it nice a hard for
us." A minute later, he said, "I'm about ready, how 'bout you?" She stopped
stroking him and then nodded. "Okay, here we go, Honey. Put it where it belongs
and let's enjoy ourselves." He slowly lowered onto her. She cocked her knees
back as she guided his erection to her, only flinching a little as he slowly
pushed into her. He seemed to take an awfully long time, riding her with long,
slow strokes. She lay stiff under him but before he was done, I heard her breath
coming in little grunts as he rocked away at her. At one point, she drew her
knees up higher and rested her heels on his butt. Her face was flushed and she
was was holding him tightly by the waist, moving with him as he screwed her.
"Come... on... Baby," he urged. "Let it out!" Just as he came, she expelled a
long "ahhhh-uh!' and lifted up to him. I was sick with shock and rage, angry at
her as much at her as him. How could she respond to him that way? Redhead was
next, then Mechanic. I squeezed my eyes shut, hearing the cot squeaking and then
Redhead's harsh grunt of completion. Minutes later, Redhead, standing behind me
now, slapped the back of my head. "Hey, wake up," he said. "Ain't you even
interested seeing your wife getting it?" I watched again as the nightmare went
on. Absently, I realized that outside of some porno films when I was in college,
I'd never actually seen anyone else having sex. Mechanic had pulled her on top
of him, holding her thighs while she guided his smaller erection to the already
wetted portal of her sex. He held her arms to steady her as she squirmed down
onto him and in a moment, she was riding him, moving up and down on him. She was
breathing quickly, sweating, the cot protesting again as she strained over him.
He slipped out once but she stuffed him back inside and went on. When he gasped,
'yeah!' and bucked up at her, she leaned down on him and moved a little faster,
her breath whistling through her clenched teeth and her belly making a soft
slapping noise against his. When he was done with her and had climbed off,
Paulita rolled onto her side, facing me, breathing deeply, her eyes unfocused.
There were wet streaks on her lower belly. I didn't realize I'd been pulling
against the rope until I felt a stinging in my wrists and looked behind me to
see that I was bleeding. I heard a tiny whirring sound and I looked over my
shoulder to see Redhead holding a camera. He saw me watching and grinned at me.
"Just so as we won't forget any of it, I'm taking a few pictures. O' course no
one gets to see 'em but us. That is unless you raise some trouble about it. Then
these get put all over town, and mailed to all the addresses in the little book
we found in her purse. I think I even got her folks address too. I'll mail you
some copies for your scrapbook. But I'll keep the negatives." "We're going to
take a little break now," Cowlick said to Paulita, "but you keep it nice and
warm for us." To me, he said, "You want a beer? No? Okay then, we'll be back
after a bit." Paulita sat up, hugging herself. I assumed she'd help me get loose
or at least pull the tape off, but she just sat there, looking at me, subdued,
waiting for those three thugs to return. She'd been raped, and would likely be
raped again, but she wouldn't move to help us get out of there. I began working
at the ropes, causing me more pain, but they wouldn't give. "I can't," she
finally said in a small voice, not looking at me. "There's three of them and
they have a gun. We have to do what they say." I struggled in gagged rage again
but nothing gave. Then, too soon, they were back. In a blur of rage and pain,
phasing in and out of consciousness, I watched them rape my wife again. Mechanic
wanted another turn with her, but he wasn't completely hard. "Get it up," he
rasped at her. Without being told, Paulita dropped to her knees in front of him
and took his penis in her hand, bringing it to her mouth. She licked her lips
and then suckled him, her head moving back and forth with a slow, steady
movement until he came fully erect. Then she stopped, holding it in her hand as
if waiting for instructions. "Go on and finish it," Mechanic said, "and do it
real nice." She did. She choked a little when his hips began jerking, and pulled
her head away, but when he ordered her to keep on, and to swallow it, she put
him in her mouth again and kept on until he came. She leaned back at the last
second however and the ejaculate splattered over her nose and chin. "Shit!"
Mechanic snarled as Paulita quickly wiped her face. "I guess she don't like the
taste of it." "Most women got to be trained to like it," Cowlick told him. "I
want another turn with her, but I need a beer first." He left and returned a
moment later, a can of beer in each hand. He handed one to Paulita as she sat on
the cot. "Here you go, Sweet Thing. I figured you might be a little thirsty."
"After all that hard work," Redhead added with a snicker. To my disgust, she
accepted the beer and began to drink from the can. As far as I knew, she didn't
even like beer. When she had finished it, she handed the can to Cowlick who
tossed it into a corner. "Well okay now," Cowlick said, "since we're all
bright-eyed and bush-tailed again, let's figure a way to pay off the next - What
do ya call it? - installment." He gazed thoughtfully at Paulita. "Your name's
Paulita isn't it? Well, Paulita, you ever taken it up the ass?" She shook her
head quickly. "No! I can't do that." "Aw, come on now, Honey," Cowlick said
soothingly, sitting down next to her and taking her hands. "There's got to be a
first time. You're gonna like it, once it gets going, believe me." "No," she
protested, trying to pull away. Mechanic and Redhead stepped over quickly and
the three of them forced her to kneel, facing the cot. Redhead sat in front of
her, pulling her up by her by the arms so that she was stretched out over his
knees as Mechanic knelt down to wrap an arm around her waist, pinning her.
Paulita really struggled against them for the first time now, but it didn't do
any good. "Oh, now you just settle down, you hear," Cowlick said firmly,
kneeling down next to her, cupping her chin in his hand and turning her head so
she had to look at him. She squirmed and cried, pulling against Redhead's grasp.
"It only smarts right at first, then it gets good. I'll use lots of goo to make
it go easier. I tell you what: You let me know when it hurts too much and I'll
back off. But you got to know that, sooner or later, you're going to get it in
you." She said something to him in a very soft tone and he nodded. "That's
better. Okay, here we go." She was still for a time then, softly whimpering as
Cowlick got behind her and parted her butt cheeks to apply some Vaseline from
the first aid kit to her anal cleft. The other two took a firmer grip as Cowlick
hiked her hips up higher and nudged her legs further apart. He stroked her
exposed flanks in anticipation before spreading her cheeks with one hand and
inserting a finger into her anus. She tensed and gasped. "Hey, Baby," Mechanic
chuckled, "that's nothing. You're going to think you got a damn horse up your
ass pretty quick." "No," she protested, trying to squirm away. "Please don't!"
Redhead snapped, "I don't know why we're acting like she was a real date or
something. Just sock it to her and be done, damnit." "Shut the hell up," Cowlick
growled at him. "She's working off the labor on the car, so she's a customer,
not one of your darned whores." To Paulita, he said, "Oh, come on, now! Stop
your fussing and relax! Just get set, Honey, an' we'll get it over with." "Ow!
Oh, no!" Paulita screamed and tried to lean away as he set the tip of his
sizable man root to her lubricated opening and pressed forward a little. "Oh,
God, it hurts!" "There, there, Honey," Cowlick told her in a tone someone might
use to gentle a frightened horse. "I know it does. But we got to break you in
right, don't we?" "Ya got in 'er yet?" Redhead asked. "Just about," Cowlick
affirmed. He pressed forward a bit more. Paulita hissed, arching her neck up and
going rigid in agony. "Okay now," Cowlick soothed, "we're almost there. I'm
going to give one big old push and then it'll be in. You count to three, take
another deep breath, and then the hard part's all done. Ready?" Paulita shook
her head, but when Cowlick smacked her butt, she began to count. "One," she said
in a quavering voice. "Keep going now," he said, holding her hips. "Two..."
"Come on, Baby," Cowlick said, "let's get it over with." She sucked in a quick
breath. "Three." He shoved forward again, hard, Paulita howled in pain and then
went rigid, the cords standing out on her neck. "Uhhh!" she moaned. "Oh, Jesus!"
"We got a little bit there. Let's get it all in now. Try pushing back at me,
real nice and slow." She cautiously rocked backward, caught a breath, then
pushed back again, wincing as his pelvis pressed snugly against her buttocks.
"There you go, Babe, we did it! Different kind of feeling, ain't it?" He pulled
back and then wedged into her again. She stiffened. He withdrew a little,
paused, and pushed again. "Uh!" she exclaimed, but with less vehemence than
before, then sighed.. "Now that's the way," he chuckled. "Told you it would get
easier, didn't I?" Head hanging, she was silent, and the others relaxed their
hold, as Cowlick started slow, steady strokes to her, grunting softly, clucking
to her as if she were a horse he was riding. I could clearly hear the rasp of
her 'uh, uh, uh' in the small room "Ok-kay," he breathed, after a while, "we're
going to go for it now, Paulita Baby. You all ready?" "Please don't come inside
me," she begged in a low voice. "Oh, I got to," Cowlick said firmly. He pulled
back, paused a second and then humped hard, grasping her hips tightly and
growling in his throat as he pounded the rippling flesh of her abused buttocks.
"Yah!" he bellowed and moment later. She lifted her head from Redhead's lap,
just as Cowlick finished, and the look on her face made my stomach lurch. There
was a strange, thin little smile on her lips, her eyelids fluttered, and her
mouth dropped open in dumb delight as she pushed backward to accept his final
thrust. "Oh now, that was just fine!" Cowlick chortled as he eased out of her.
"But, damn, we got a little mess here, Sugar. Grab something and wipe me off,
won't you." I was past caring as, naked and violated, she took a fresh shop rag
from the box at the end of the cot and wiped his genitals. When he was clean,
she dabbed at her anus with the pink rag. "I'd better go to the bathroom," she
told him. "Well you just go, Baby. It's right outside to the left. Take a pee
and kind of tidy up a bit. Hurry right back." As she walked past me with a
tight, ungraceful waddle, I saw the pale streaks of moisture still on the inside
of her thighs, mixed with a darker wetness. I only hoped she would bring back a
weapon of some kind, or call the police. But I knew she hadn't when she returned
and went to stand placidly by the cot. Cowlick stroked her lower belly. "How ya
doing there, Paulita? Feeling better now, huh?" "Can we please go now?" she
asked. "Well, I guess so," Cowlick said, "unless anyone else feels like some
more." He looked around, then right at me. "How 'bout you, Mister Hubby? You
want to take a turn at her now that we got her nice and broke in to it? After
all, she's pretty good and she is your old lady." I glared at him, planning how
to kill him, but he just grinned and shrugged. "Go on and get dressed then," he
said to Paulita, slapping her butt. "I reckon we're all done here." I remember
watching Paulita calmly dressing, and Redhead holding the pistol in his hand as
we pulled out of the service station, but not much else. I came out of a daze a
few miles down the road, realizing that it was close to sundown and that we were
headed back toward Phoenix. Somehow Disneyland didn't seem a good destination
anymore. We didn't talk on the way back. All the way home, Paulita lay with her
head against the car window ledge, resting on her hip, her eyes closed. I kept
looking at her, wondering who the hell she really was and why she looked the
same after what had happened. As we pulled into our driveway, she sat up. "We're
still alive." She'd probably saved our lives by cooperating, but our marriage
wasn't alive anymore. For the most part, we didn't talk at all, let alone touch
each other. On my own, I decided not to call the cops about it. I just didn't
want the shame and the bother of either of us having to appear in court, or
having those photos show up. I thought I had things under control after that,
but a month later, when I bumped into her as she was coming out of the bathroom,
naked, wrapping a towel around herself, I suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders
and pushed her to the floor. The next thing I knew, had my sweatpants down and I
was taking her right there on the hall carpet. I wasn't easy about it either,
ramming it to her as hard as I could. All the ugly images of those redneck
bastards smirking, shoving themselves into her while I stood helpless, had been
eating into my brain like an acid and I wanted nothing more than to erase any
trace of them by screwing her brains out! Since I knew we were finished anyway,
I wanted to take her one more time and I didn't care how. I felt a burning along
my back. Paulita's fingernails were gouging my flesh, her knees were tucked up
tight, and she was bucking under me, going 'nuh, nuh, nuh,' whipping her head
back and forth, her face and chest flushed a hot pink as she drummed her heels
on my flexing buttocks. I pushed up on my arms and just humped her then,
slamming into her with long, hard strokes. I stopped short, pulled out and told
her to roll over. She did. "Spread," I growled. "Do it!" Paulita quickly raised
her rear and reached back to part her ass cheeks. If it was going to be the last
time I had her, I wanted to make it something she'd remember. I shoved deep into
her anus in one long push. She sucked in a sharp breath, but she didn't protest
and I found it was easier than I thought it would be. Then I fucked her back
door, smacking my pelvis to her quivering buttocks, lunging and grunting like a
sweaty animal until I exploded into her warm tightness. She gasped and moaned,
breaking into a hard sweat and pushing eagerly back against me. "Aw, Darling!
Oh, God! Yes, yes, yes!" I still didn't get it though. When I recovered from my
craziness, I opened my mouth to apologize to her, but before I could, she
whipped around to face me, wrapped her fingers in my hair and then gave me an
open-mouth kiss, jamming her tongue into my mouth as far as she could. She let
go, gave a hard shudder and fell back, her legs flopping open. Looking up at me
a moment later with half closed eyes, she reached between us to fondle my
relaxed cock in a loving way. "Would you mind if I kissed him sometime?" she
whispered, a wicked glint in her green eyes. I didn't mind at all, I told her,
adding that right then would be just fine. She went to the bathroom, brought a
warm, damp cloth and washed me off tenderly before she fellated me. She pressed
me down, stretched out next to me, stroked and sucked on me with lazy
lustfulness until I grew hard again and then kept at it to greedily drink in my
second offering. Oh yes, I think I really know my wife now. And, I might mention
by the way, that roadside service station went out of business a couple of
months after that. It seems something got awfully messed up with their online
bank accounts and the money just seemed to disappear into limbo. No need to
wonder how that happened. ******** ??
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