Chapter 7

Kate awoke with a start. Sun was streaming in the window! God! Where was she! She looked around her and found that she was in the same bedroom... She groaned. Oh, God... it was true... Her body's aches told her immediately that everything she remembered had really happened. She... Kate... Baby Kate her mother called her... She had screamed and twisted and cried out for more under three different men... all night long.

But why hadn't they awakened her... why... And where was Sam!

The last thing she remembered was Sam climbing under the covers... and he had put his mouth down between her legs and done to her what he had done that first night! Oh God! A violent thrill shot straight up from her ravaged cunt, piercing her as though a giant cock still churned inside it. She bent double in bed with the force of the memory, feeling soreness everywhere she touched. She would have to go to her room soon.

She stood up unsteadily, staggering to the mirror. She looked awful... like she had been through exactly what she had been through and there was no comb in the room... nothing but her dress and her underwear... still lying on the floor. All of her presents remained strewn about the floor where she had left them the night before.

She cradled her head in her hands. What on earth was she going to do? Last night everything had seemed simple. Tim... that bastard! He was the cause of it all! Tim and that Dot! But today it seemed hopeless. She had behaved like a common slut! She could scarcely meet her own eyes in the mirror. Slowly she gathered her clothes together and dressed. She would have to make it back to the apartment as best she could and pray that Tim was not there. She wouldn't be able to stand a confrontation with him, not yet... Everything was still too confused in her mind.

"Damn that bitch!" Tim cursed as he picked up the small clock for what seemed like the millionth time. "Five-thirty..." he muttered to himself. "Five-thirty!" he repeated, almost yelling as he hurled the clock across the room. He had started looking for Kate just after two o'clock, pulling himself away from the fantastic orgy going on in the cave. The mixture of alcohol and drugs convinced him that he would be able to convince Kate to come down and join in the sexual fun. And some fun it had been, too. He had fucked and sucked so many different women he had stopped even bothering to see what they looked like. All that mattered was cunt. He had never seen so much of it at one time and he was like a kid in a candy store. Fucking every corner of his mind until he had jumped on a little blonde in the corner and she had said, "My name's Kate, honey. What's yours?"

And suddenly, the thought of Kate being in the midst of all this struck him funny and then the thought of her getting fucked by other men began turning him on and he left to search her out and force her to go back down to the cave with him.

But his search had been in vain as he looked for her in every room he could think of and just when he was about to give up, he noticed that Sam Dagon was also missing from the festivities.

From that point on, over two and half hours ago, Tim had been pacing back and forth in his room, smoking cigarette after cigarette furiously awaiting Kate's return. When Tim heard the door to the living room open and close he stood behind the open door to the bedroom. Kate tiptoed into the room, hoping beyond hope that Tim would either be sound asleep or not yet back from his tryst with Dot, but as she stepped through the door, she felt a hand grab her arm and swing her around. And before she had a chance to even gasp, Tim's hard flat hand swung into her face, leaving a huge red welt in its path. Kate's hand flew up to her face as tears streamed down her cheeks. Tim grabbed her by the arms, pushing her further into the room and throwing her face up on the bed.

"Now you stay right there, you little tramp!" he yelled at her. "You move one inch and I'll slap you silly. Now you tell me where you've been... and it had better be good!"

"I don't understand..." Kate started to say, lifting herself up on one elbow.

But before she could say anything else, Tim was on top of her, his legs straddling her small body and once again his hand left a stinging blow on her face.

"I told you not to budge!" Tim screamed down at her. "Don't bother to tell me where you've been. I'll tell you. You've been bed hopping with that bastard Dagon! That's where!"

His hands began tearing at Kate's clothes, ripping her dress down the front almost to her waist, Kate fought back vainly, struggling under Tim's weight.

"How dare you accuse me," she spit up at him... "I saw you down in the basement with that Dot. What do you call what you two were doing..."

But Tim wasn't interested in hearing any accusations from Kate. He wanted revenge for being cuckolded. The thought of his wife being fucked by Sam Dagon made him almost insane.

"You see fit to put out for other men," he hissed down at his quivering wife. "Let's see you put out a little for me."

He started yanking at her clothing once more, tearing at her rumpled dress until it was bunched down around her knees. Kate was completely naked under her dress.

"Leave your underwear as a souvenir?" Tim asked lewdly. "Well, I think I'll take in the sights myself. And I don't want any back-talk from you. You just do what I tell you."

Kate tried to fight but it was no good. He wasn't having any of it. He flipped her over on the bed so that she was on her stomach. Then he pushed his finger up into her pussy... it was still wet from semen!

"He fucked you?" he half shouted... "Well? Didn't he?" he yelled. "Answer me, you little whore!"

"Yes!" Kate screamed back... "Yes... he did... and I liked it... you hear me... I liked it!"

Tim didn't need to hear anymore. Somewhere, a part of him had been hoping all this time for some other explanation, some other reason why his wife would have been out all night. But now his worst fears were confirmed, and he didn't like it. Not one bit!

He yanked his finger wetly out of her cunt, and saw her cringe on the bed in front of him, her smooth buttocks tightly clenched together. An idea came to him... even better than hitting her... for he wanted desperately to beat her until she screamed for mercy, yet he couldn't.

"I'm going to give you something you'll remember a long time. I've got a right. I'm your husband you know!" His finger prodded into the crevice between the ovals of her behind, as with his other hand he drew them apart until he could see the skin straining around the tiny red hole of her anus.

"OPEN UP!" he commanded gruffly... "BITCH!"

Kate winced at the pain in her rectum as his finger probed inquisitively into the tight puckered inlet. Her mind recoiled in shock as she realized that he was going to try to take her there. He had often hinted at it shortly after their marriage, but she had always insisted that the only correct way, the proper way to make love was, face to face and in the "normal" manner! The memory of how he had slammed out of the house one night after she had told him that came back to her now, as she lay face down, her buttocks spread helplessly to his fingers and his gaze.