She only hoped she wouldn't suffer too much more before they killed her and put her out of her misery.
The cruel blows kept raining down on Victoria's defenseless body, and she wondered how much a woman could take before loss of consciousness would mercifully blot out the pain and the horror.
"She's about to faint," Scott said.
"Yeah, ease off, guys," Chuck said.
Victoria was dazed, but not unconscious. No such luck.
"Let's dip the bitch and wake her up," Raul suggested.
The violence had stopped, and Victoria was only vaguely aware of being dragged across the concrete toward the pool, the rough surface scratching her delicate skin.
Then, when she hit the water, there was a rude awakening. She sputtered and gurgled as she was completely immersed for a moment, getting water into her windpipe. Then she surfaced, coughing and wheezing for air. She hardly caught her breath before she was dunked again. Her arms and legs flailed as she struggled to reach the surface, to get air into her lungs again.
It was at that moment that Victoria realized her arms and legs were free but there was horrendous pain in her scalp.
Somebody was holding her by the hair of her head, dipping her in the pool as if she were a cat being dipped for fleas.
After the third dunking, she was able to see that it was Raul who had hold of her hair, and he was furious. His strange blue eyes seemed to glow like cobalt in his dark face, and the muscles of his brawny body bulged as he pulled her upward. This time, he lifted her high enough so that her tits were out of the water, and the stress on her scalp became even worse. She knew it was only her buoyancy in the water that kept her own weight from scalping her.
"You're the most hard-headed bitch I ever met." Raul snarled, keeping her painfully elevated by gripping a handful of her long hair. "You're gonna pay for this shit, woman… no more Mister Nice Guy."
If Victoria hadn't been hurting all over and about to strangle to death on water in her windpipe, she would have laughed out loud. These men were stark raving mad!
Chuck helped Raul drag the poor girl from the pool, then they just dumped her on the cement patio like a sack of potatoes.
The three punks stood around and looked at the naked blonde, crumpled there like a drowned rat. She was coughing and spitting up chlorine flavored water. And every time she coughed, there was a sharp pain in her side she was afraid they must have broken some ribs.
"Well," Scott said dryly, "at least, that got the bitch clean again. She was a hell of a mess."
"I don't give a fuck whether she's clean or not," Raul said angrily.
Then there was the sudden sound of chains rattling again. Victoria looked up just in time to see the big Mexican flailing a long length of heavy chain through the air like a bullwhip and that glistening metallic snake was coming directly at her! She gasped, panic gripping her heart as she reacted by rolling to one side. The chain continued to fly through the air, crashing and clattering around Victoria as she struggled to her feet.
"None of you are quite right in the head," she muttered as she hurried across the patio toward the house. "I still can't imagine how Andy ever got mixed up with scum like you."
Her husband! God! The true ugliness of what had happened hit her again. Andrew had done this to her given her to these beasts for some sick kind of sex therapy or something. It just wasn't fair. She couldn't help being frigid. It had never been a conscious choice on her part. It was just the way she was. How could Andrew have done this to her? Did he really hate her that much?
Tears flooded Victoria's eyes again. The pain of being so heartlessly betrayed by the man she loved was far worse for her than the physical suffering she was being forced to endure.
Raul drove Victoria toward the house as if she were some worthless animal, whipping the concrete at her heels with that horrid chain and kicking her in the ass whenever she faltered. At each impact of the chain on the cement, she jumped like a cowboy amid a hail of bullets at his feet.
Scott slid the patio door open as Victoria reached it, and a cool blast of air from within the house hit her naked body, making her shiver as she stepped inside. She folded her arms to her tits, hugging herself and trembling.
Raul's big hand in the middle of her back sent her lurching forward. She stumbled across the den, with him shoving her impatiently from behind.
"Show me your bedroom, bitch!" Raul snarled, kicking her in the ass again. "I'm gonna fuck your Goddamned right on the bed where you and Andy sleep together."
"Yeah!" Chuck laughed. "That's about all they ever do in there – sleep."
"Well," Raul said, "that bed's gonna see some action tonight."
Chuck and Scott wandered off to explore the rest of the big house while Victoria led the chain wielding Mexican down a long hallway. Raul walked behind the naked blonde, his immense hard-on bobbing lewdly as he watched the sexy bouncing of her pale ass cheeks.
Kaleidoscopic images flitted through Victoria's mind as she led Raul into the master bedroom, fleeting memories of the countless nights when Andy had begged in vain for a little attention. Nights when she had rejected him, accused him of being a sex maniac, a pervert. She knew now too late that there had been one too many of those frustrating nights for Andy. He must have gone over the edge. Nothing but insanity could account for him turning her over to these filthy barbarians like this. It was inhuman!
"On the bed, cunt," Raul demanded rudely, shoving her again.
Victoria stumbled toward the bed, falling onto it face down. Knowing the big man was after her ass, she quickly turned over and faced him, scooting backward on the satin bedspread as she covered her pussy with one hand and made a futile attempt to hide her bare tits with the other.
"Please," she whimpered. "Don't hurt me anymore."
"That's up to you, Vicky," he said. "We can do this nice, or we can do it rough… it's your choice."
The guy's baritone voice seemed so ominous to Victoria that she almost cringed every time he spoke to her. She cowered on the bed, feeling utterly naked and vulnerable as she stared up at him in frightened silence.
Raul was a huge man. From Victoria's vantage point on the bed, he seemed to tower up toward the ceiling like a giant, a great brown colossus with strange blue eyes that seemed to glow.
Her gaze came to rest on his mighty prick, standing out from the mass of curly black hair at his crotch like some kind of lethal weapon.
He seemed to have a permanent hard on. And it was an ugly cock, freakishly big. The brown foreskin was drawn back, revealing the dark-purple cock head, which was glossy with a coating of slime that oozed from the piss hole.
"You like that?" he asked, seeing her staring wide-eyed at his cock. "You like Mexican cock, blondy?"
"N-no," she stuttered, averting her gaze. "I don't like any of them Mexican or otherwise."
"Aw, now," he said, moving closer, "that's a damned shame. Maybe you just haven't ever been with a guy that knows how to treat a lady."
He was still holding that length of heavy chain, and she shuddered at his approach, drawing up her knees up and trying to bide her nakedness. She had already seen how he thought a lady should be treated, and she wanted no more of that.
Seeing her gaze riveted to the chain in his hand, Raul smiled disarmingly and let the chain clatter to the floor. Then he crawled onto the bed, pushing her onto her back with unexpected gentleness as he maneuvered his body above hers. Quivering, but not resisting, Victoria lay back and let him settle astride her thighs.