Chapter 10

"That was the bum's rush if you ask me," Allen grumbled, rubbing the knot on his head as he headed through the early morning traffic toward Oceanside.

"I can't understand it, either," Gwen said watching the white, mushroom-shaped buttons lighting up ahead, forming a long, dotted white line through the darkness.

"I don't know what they put in those drinks, but it feels like somebody clouted me a good one. Probably that Bob. He's a sneaky-looking bastard."

Gwen sat up and looked puzzled at her husband. "But I thought you loved Bob? Like you do Sybil?"

"He was mean to me tonight. Sybil told me he was mean to me. She said he didn't love me anymore. She said I shouldn't love him."

Allen's hands clenched the gnarled steering wheel tightly.

"I hate Bob. I hate him."

The paradox bothered Gwen. She sat back, her finger hooked in her mouth, and thought about the evening. She had done everything possible to please Sybil, to love her friends so Sybil would be proud. But Sybil hadn't said a word to her. She had screamed at Bob when Bob told them to leave, not to come back, and then stomped off without saying a word.

"I wanted so much for Sybil to be happy with me, too," Gwen said, tears in her eyes. "I don't know what I did wrong. I was good to them. I loved them as much as I could."

"Sybil loves you. She does. She loves me. She told me she loved you very much." Allen was lying, but that's what Sybil had told him. She told him Gwen didn't love him, that Gwen was a rotten whore who had slept with Bob while he was away. Allen had wanted to get Gwen then and beat her, but Sybil had stopped him, telling him he should be more clever. He should wait until next weekend when they could get both of them, Gwen and Bob. They would make it look like an accident in the swimming pool. No one would suspect. And then they could live together, enjoying each other's body as they had that night. He had wanted to kill Bob when he ordered them to leave and not come back, but Sybil had shaken her head no. He decided to wait. To wait a week and prepare his wife, his slutty wife for the sacrifice.

Allen didn't touch Gwen for two nights. On the third evening he sat, a smile on his face, watching her undress for bed. The bruises had faded and she felt relaxed. Her breasts pouted out against the diaphanous nightgown as she walked seductively in front of Allen, hoping he would take her in his arms and make love to her.

"Tired?" she said, cocking her head and fluttering her eyes, attempting to emulate Sybil's come-on look.

"No," he replied, staring at her rose-colored nipples touching lightly against the sheer material. "No, as a matter of fact, I thought we'd have a little party."

Gwen's eyes brightened.

"Yes, some wine and snacks. Just the two of us. We can dance and kiss and then..."

"Good," Allen said, standing and putting his coat on. "I'll go get something to drink."

"We have wine here. Don't go. I'll make something nice for us."

"No," he snapped. "I want this to be done right. I'll be back in a minute."

Gwen sat for a moment looking at the closed door. She thought about the odd look Allen had given her, then rose, wiping the thought from her mind? and prepared snacks. She placed her lace tablecloth over the table and lit two candles. Sitting back in the leather recliner, she shifted her breasts so that one was half-exposed and crossed her legs so the nightgown was hiked up to mid-thigh. Then, she settled back to wait for her husband to seduce her.

She must have napped, for she awoke with a startle and looked around, terrified. She started to scream, but her cry was muffled by a leathery, greasy hand.

"Scream and I'll cut your throat, lady."

Slowly, the rough hand slid off her mouth.

Three men stood above her, nylon stockings pulled over their heads, distorting their faces, mashing their noses and lips against their face, pulling their ears down and squashing them against their cheeks.

Their clothes were ratty and smelly. The scent of cheap wine wafted through the room. Gwen clutched her breasts and shivered.

"Someone told us you were a pretty good fuck, lady. So we decided to try you out."

"Please... go away... my husband is coming home... he'll kill you..."

"So, we'll kill him back." They laughed, their hideously distorted faces jerking back as they howled.

"Get up real slow and walk into the bedroom, lady. Don't try to scream. Just relax enjoy it."

A rough hand prodded her and she rose, looking at the mashed faces beneath the nylons. She stumbled ahead of them, flicking on the light when she entered the room.

"On the bed."

"Please, don't. I'll give you money. All the money I've got in the house."

"We don't want money, lady. We want skin." She looked at the lanky man who spoke. His hands slipped down to the front of his trousers and rubbed the bulge of his stiffening prick.

"On the bed."

A hand pushed her down and she fell, her hair akimbo around her naked neck, the nightgown exposing her trembling thigh. Horrified, she watched as the skinny man unzipped his pants and pulled out a thin, dirt-blackened penis. Thick, pus-colored slime oozed around the head of his swollen penis as he peeled back the loose foreskin.

"Pretty, ain't it?"

Gwen scooted up to the head of the bed and pulled her nightgown down.

"Ain't no good being coy with us, lady. We're going to see and touch everything you own, anyway." The others followed his lead, unzipping their trousers and pulling out their penises.

"Don't... don't," Gwen begged.

"It ain't gonna hurt, lady. In fact, it's gonna feel real good. Real good as soon as we get it in. You just lay your pretty little head back and enjoy it."

He stepped forward and pulled her nightgown up to her waist.

"Say, now, that's a fine-looking pussy you got there lady. Real fine looking. I bet that's gonna taste real good."

"My husband is coming home soon. Really. I was waiting for him. He's an ax-Marine. He'll kill you. Believe me. Believe me."

"We ain't afraid, lady. We ain't afraid of nothing."

His hand reached out and yanked at the top of the nightgown, ripping it and exposing Gwen's soft, smooth breasts. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.

"Please?" she whined, feeling the despair of submission overcoming her. "Please don't."

"We got to, lady. We got to."

She shut her eyes as the man bent over and placed his wet, thin mouth on her breast. His teeth sank into the edges of her nipple, scraping it across the ridged enamel as his hand groped at her vagina.

"Watch this, lady. Open your eyes and watch."

"I don't want to. Please?"

"Open them." His hand squeezed roughly at the lips of her cunt. She opened her eyes and looked into his macabre face.

"Look at my cock, lady. Watch it tickle you." He yanked away the last shreds of the nightgown and began rubbing the slick, cruddy head of his penis up her thigh. She cringed as she felt the slippery, rancid flesh touch her.