Chapter 11

"Slut. You filthy whore. Those were the scum of the earth and you let them fuck you. You sucked their clicks." Allen's face was scarlet. His lips curled back odiously.

"Allen. Why? Why?"

"Sybil told me you were a little whore. She told me you fucked anything with legs. Now I know. Now I know."

"No! No!" Gwen screamed, burying her face in her hands and sobbing. "No."

She didn't see Allen reach into his pocket and pull out the cord. She didn't feel him grab her hands and tie them to the headboard or lash her feet to the bottom frame. She heard nothing but the loud ringing in her ears as her mind fought to comprehend the meaning of it all.

"You wanted a party," Allen shouted, shoving his face into hers. "Well, you'll get one."

Laughing insanely, he strolled out of the room, returning a moment later with a can of Ajax and a bottle of cheap wine.

"You're a slut. I have to clean you up you slut."

He shook the powder between her legs, on her breasts and face, then splashed the wine on her, laughing shrilly all the while. His trembling hands slapped at her flesh, rubbing the coarse cleanser into her skin. He rammed his finger into her vagina, screwing the digit in and scraping the soft tissues with the gritty mixture.

"Stop, Allen! Stop!"

She was as tense as a spring. When his fingers washed the cleanser around her clitoris, she began to feel the hotness coming to her cheeks, the uncontrollable desire gripping her. The room began to bend in toward her, Allen's laughing shape wavered before her eyes. Her mind reeled.

"Stop! Stop," she panted, trying to fight the teasing, hungry need he was stimulating in her.

"You like that, don't you, bitch?" Allen shoved his fingers in brutally. "You like that."

"No," she whispered. "No. I don't."

"Yes you do." He jacked them in and out faster. The blood- filled clitoris bulged out against his finger, aching for more and more attention.

Gwen tried to buck her hips. The ropes burned against her wrists and ankles. The pillow beneath her head was damp and soggy from the tears that rolled down her face as she struggled not to respond.

Her body betrayed her, arching up against the pain of her bounds, driving itself against his finger.

"Fuck. Fuck me, Allen," she whimpered, her mind jiggling like lusty Jello in her head. "I need it. I can't help it."

"You lie. You're just a whore. A rotten whore."

He jerked the finger away and she began to cry, twisting her arms and trying to get her fingers down to her hole to relieve what he had started. He sat back and laughed at her and began rubbing the Ajax on her nipples, grinding the gritty particles into the tips of her nipples, making the smooth flesh rise up with red, streaked welts.

She felt the powder sift into her mouth and eyes as he roared with laughter, laving her body madly with the soap. The pain was suppressed by the want that made his every touch electrify her body.

"Sybil. Bob," she whimpered, coughing and choking on the powder as Allen shook it down her throat. "Someone help me! Please! Help me!"

Allen's hand lashed out and knocked her head to one side. She remembered his maniacal laughing as she slipped into the disturbed solace of unconsciousness, her hips jerking up and down, her tongue licking at her lips, tasting the blood that lingered there.

"Whore. Viet Cong whore. Killer. Murderer."

The words rang through her mind as she fell headlong through the nightmare-filled world of blackness.

"I'm sorry," Sybil said sitting next to Bob and rubbing the back of his neck with her hand. "You were right about them. I think we went too far."

Bob hesitated, then relaxed and leaned his head against Sybil's firm, jutting breast as a little boy might against the consolation of his mother's bosom.

"I'm glad, Sybil. I'm glad you're back to yourself."

"I am," she said, hooking her chin against his neck and smiling lewdly. "I have it all figured out. Exactly where we went wrong and how we can solve it."

"Just forget about them, I suppose," Bob replied, nuzzling down into her cleavage and desiring her body. It had been so long since the two of them had shared their lustful demands. Allen had taken her from him completely, but he was gone now. Now things could return as they were, with the two of them sharing their desires, feeding off one another's body as they used to.