Chapter 8

Jennifer had had enough for a while, as it turned out. The morning after she was subjected to the cruel gang rape, her pussy and anus and jaw were so sore she could hardly walk. But she didn't feel now that she'd been severely and permanently damaged, and there was a certain relief in being free from the constant want and frustration that had previously nagged her. She remained free of this want for several days, though after that time she felt it creeping back over her. But she didn't return to the shop yet, as she had determined to take a full two weeks off, even if it did hurt her business. Then she would figure out how to face the rest of her life.

The following Sunday was rainy and San Francisco lay almost in darkness beneath a thick blanket of clouds. But Jennifer liked rain, especially on days like this when she had no intention of going out. It seemed an added insulation from the outside world, and she found it immensely pleasurable just to laze around her apartment and watch it patter against the window. She had picked up a bottle of whiskey for medicinal purposes, to help her sleep, but she decided that in celebration of the rain it wouldn't hurt her to have a little nip in the afternoon. She had, in fact, several nips before rallying the willpower to put the bottle away, and she was feeling rather light-headed as a result of the alcohol. Then she remembered that the next week her husband would be in town working on the film version of his new book, and suddenly her good mood turned to bad.

Jennifer wondered what her life would be like now if she hadn't left Stephan. Their breakup had come just when he was on the verge of getting into the big Hollywood money, and though he was certainly a rich man by now, he hadn't been rich when she lived with him. In fact, they had gone through some pretty rough times? though she had never objected because of her faith in his writing ability.

"Oh well, what's the use of worrying about it now?" she asked herself aloud as she watched a scrawling of lightning slash across the clouds. But Stephan was no worse than she for what he had done. Any man would be tempted by the kind of women that were available if he had a connection with the movies, and at least he wasn't a child molester. But at the time Jennifer had left him in a rage, she'd operated under a different set of morals, a set of morals which were forever lost to her now.

Sighing, the sensuous blonde stood up, smoothing her hands softly down over her bulging breasts and sleek shapely thighs outlined in the light housecoat she wore. She was wondering what she might do next to amuse herself when she was startled by the chiming of the door bell. Automatically she turned to go answer it. Then she hesitated, perhaps stopped by an intuitive warning. She couldn't imagine who it might be, but she could hardly think of anyone she would want to see in her present solitary mood. Then the chimes rang again and she shrugged and went on down the hall and undid the chain latch, her mouth dropping open wide with surprise as she opened the door and found herself confronted by the tall, handsome man of thirty who had once been her husband and lover.

"Stephen? What are you doing here?"

"Hello, baby," said Stephan Watson, moving through the door before his wife could find the presence of mind to close it, should she have been so inclined. "I came to see you."

"But... but how did you find my apartment?"

"Your store was closed. I got hold of the landlady and gave her an autographed copy of my book in exchange for the information." Stephan stared at her in silence for a moment, then shook his head. "You're a real cunt."

"Stephen!"

"You duck out on me just when things are about to get good, just over one slip with a couple of girls who came to the suite and threw themselves at me. And then I come back here and find..."

"Oh no," Jennifer gasped, realizing that Stephan must have already talked to Lou Kelly.

"I find that you're screwing around with some stupid high school kid." Jennifer's ex-husband's eyes were burning with sudden rage as he stepped toward her and reached out with both his hands to seize her shoulders, shaking her until she thought her neck would snap. "You leave me, you bitch, without a word and get a divorce and don't tell me where you are! You are a goddamned fucking idiot. Do you know that? An idiot!"

"Yes, I know it," Jennifer sobbed, feeling his fingers digging painfully into her thinly covered shoulders. "But what happened with that boy was an accident."

"So it's true?"

"Yes, it's true," she sighed, breaking loose and turning away as the tears filled her eyes.

"Well, I'll be goddamned. l halfway thought the creep might have been lying. All right I'll leave you to your goddamned little punk friend."

"He's not a punk."

The young writer laughed softly, his eyes roving hungrily over the rounds of his wife's buttocks under the robe. "But first, I just want to pay my last respects. There's one thing I always wanted to do to you when we were married and never quite got around to. Now it'll be something for you to remember me by."

Hardly comprehending, Jennifer slowly turned, her eyes widening with dismay as she saw Stephan begin to strip off his clothes. She barely suppressed a gasp as she caught sight of the rigid shaft of his cock standing up in obscene erection from between his thighs. His long hard penis was visibly throbbing as if with a kind of violent passion, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight. She had never seen it look so big, never seen it look so thick and heavy and threatening.

"Well, kid, do you think that will suit you? A little of this up your hot little ass?"

Jennifer blushed, averting her eyes, and in a sudden swift motion Stephan moved forward and yanked loose the sash that held her robe together in front, shoving it from her shoulders to drop on the floor before she had time to catch it. She was completely naked, completely vulnerable before him, and she had never felt so ashamed of herself in her life. And she knew that now her marriage really was ruined forever. There could never be anything again between them, and that was a fact she hadn't even faced when she was filing for her divorce.

"Into the bedroom," Stephan growled, his eyes devouring her naked flesh.

"Stephen, not like this," Jennifer whimpered in feeble protest.

"I said into the goddamn bedroom! And onto the goddamn bed!"

Looking into his maddened eyes, she realized suddenly that it would be futile to even try to resist. He looked like he had gone completely crazy and, feeling a sudden surge of real fear for her safety, Jennifer turned and walked quickly through to the bedroom, hearing her ex-husband's bare footsteps shuffling behind her. Her heart pounding furiously in her chest, she dropped down onto the bed. Then a moan welled in her throat as Stephan climbed up beside her, his hands reaching out to grab brutally at her fearfully trembling nakedness, his fingers digging into the soft mounds of her quivering breasts. He stroked over her hips in rough abrasive gestures which evoked, in spite of their gruffness, a familiar tingling response through her suddenly throbbing vagina. A thrill of remembered excitement rippled over the entire surface of her naked skin, and for a moment she tried to let herself imagine that this was going to be like the lovemaking they had experienced before, before their marriage and her life had fallen apart.

Then, just as she was almost beginning to relax, the hopeful blonde felt Stephan's fingers cruelly tighten on her hips, and against her will she found herself being turned over face-down on the mattress. He forced her to kneel up on her knees, her head pressed down into the pillow, and the bewildered beauty began fearfully to struggle, a remark he'd made earlier flashing back into her mind with a chill of terror as she got the first inkling of what he wanted to do to her. But in spite of all her efforts to resist, her face was pressed further down until her nose and mouth were buried in the pillow, and she couldn't even have screamed. And her back ached painfully as her naked ass-cheeks were jerked into a high defenseless position.

Jennifer felt her former spouse's hands working cruelly at her quivering buttocks, and she gasped with pain as his fingernails dug like claws into her skin. "Oh Stephan. Please! You're hurting me!"

The strain on her body was agonizing as he used his thumbs to separate the satin-skinned mounds of her buttocks, and she heard the quick intake of his breath as the warm secret crevice between them came into view. For a moment, she dared hope he would be satisfied with simply this piece of humiliation, but then she cried out involuntarily as she felt the flickering tip of his tongue licking hotly and wetly up between the widespread mounds behind her. She gasped, wiggling forward in a frantic attempt to escape the teasing sensation.

"Keep still!" Stephan hissed, digging his teeth into the yielding flesh of one upturned buttock.

"Aaaagghh! Stop it, please," she wailed. "It hurts."

At last he stopped, leaving her ass-cheeks sore and raw from the angry nips of his teeth. Once again, Jennifer thought she had been spared, but seconds later she realized she should never have dared to hope it.

Again she felt her quivering buttocks being forced painfully apart from the outward pressure of his thumbs. And then her eyes bulged in disbelief as she felt the distinct prodding of his outstretched finger right against her defenseless anus. Dear God! What was he going to do? She tried to edge away from the intolerable pressure against the tiny rubber-like opening, terror creeping like cold fingers up her spine. Fear numbed her brain and paralyzed her limbs, and her mouth felt suddenly chalky dry.

"No, Stephan, noooo!" she wailed as she felt his finger press harder and suddenly slip with a pop up into the crinkled little orifice.

Stephan stared hungrily down at the smooth white moons of his former wife's subserviently spread ass-cheeks and the exciting view of his middle finger half-embedded in her tight back passage. He grinned savagely to himself as he relished the act to which he was about to subject her. "This is one for you to teach your little boyfriend," he growled, rotating his finger around in the narrow passage, pushing it forward past the second knuckle and all the way to the third.

Ignoring her cries of fear and pain, Stephan dug into Jennifer's cringing rectal depths, intent on shaming and humiliating her in punishment for having betrayed him. Her tightly puckered rectal opening was warm and throbbing around his finger, and it was only as he felt its thrilling caress that he became fully convinced to carry through with the fantasy that had seized his consciousness. He was going to fuck her back there, right in the little brown puckered hole of her anus.

Jennifer was in an agony of mortification and pain. It was too much. What he was doing to her was inhuman and sick, and desperately, she tried to crawl free and dislodge his painfully skewering finger from her rectum and free herself from the terrible impalement between her wide-held buttocks.

"Keep still, goddamn it, or I'll ram my whole fucking arm up your ass," Stephan snarled venomously behind her.

The petrified woman was suddenly motionless. There was no hope in struggling. She was afraid to risk angering him further, afraid of what he might do to her. Hot tears of misery coursed down her face onto the pillow as she remembered the happier times she'd spent with him, the wonderful and exquisite nights of lovemaking. And now he hated her.