" Ahh," he moaned. " You cunts are all alike. You love it when we get it in. You love it more than we do."
She dug her chin into her passive arm and offered him her still body.
" So I' m screwing a corpse," he laughed. " So I' m screwing a corpse."
His belly and balls slapped against her unresisting ass. Then he pumped faster and tighter into her, his prick swelling in her grasping envelope. She felt the pressure climb within her, and then he grabbed her belly and rocked frantically as he came. He came as if it would be the last time, every fuck the last time, and her heart chilled with detachment. He released her and she discovered her exhaustion. She sank into the rug and the room spun out of existence.
Her faint could have lasted only a few minutes, and she opened her eyes to his rampant pawing of her breasts and thighs and cunt. He was breathing his liquored breath against her neck and squeezing her with the ecstasy of possession.
" Feel that," he urged her. " Feel that."
She reached her hand behind her and found his stiff, eager prick with her palm.
" None of this one- shot business for old Charley," he gloated. " I' m gonna fuck you all night, sister. I' m good for another six rounds."
She began to cry her repugnance. With horror, she imagined that she would spend the rest of her life on the soiled rug, fainting and being taken by the insatiable boor, and fainting again. The room didn' t spin any more, and she was relentlessly sober. She pretended unconsciousness, but he continued to squeeze her body. Then he twisted her head and forced her mouth open. He pried at her teeth with drunken energy and howled vulgarly, " I' ll buy! This pony is good for another six fucks." He moved up and forced his cock into her mouth. He thrust in and out for a few minutes before letting it pop free.
" You' re a pig," she managed to whisper.
" What? I didn' t hear you baby. You think old Charley' s a pretty good lay? I been around. Used to having women getting on their knees for me to fuck them. Charley never leaves a lady in distress." He howled his American Legion laugh.
She was too scared to call him a pig again.
She moved her head to the side and saw a bottle of gin on the floor beside her. He had found her liquor cabinet. She heard him swallow and wondered if he would kill her.
He turned her over on her back and sat his fat ass on her stomach. " You' re the best little horse I ever bought. A real bucking mare." His prick was pointing to the ceiling, and he straddled her body and moved towards her mouth again. " Suck old Charley," he cajoled. " Be a good obedient mare and suck daddy Charley."
She closed her eyes as he pressed his ramrod into her lax mouth. She held it between her lips like a stubborn, spoiled child refusing to swallow his spinach. But good old Charley was undaunted. He pressed forward and back on her face, using her mouth as he had her cunt. He used her as he would a life- sized sponge with a few openings. But he was not a man for strenuous exercise, and he grew tired of his joggling motion.
Her eyes were still closed, and she opened them only when he lifted his body and lay beside her. His face and the whites of his eyes were delicately laced with red. He looked apoplectic, as if he might suddenly spit up all the blood in his head and die before her. She wished he would die. He seemed to pass out for a moment, and she realized how drunk he was. But his prick still stood high and urgent in the air. He came to with an impatient shaking of his head, got up and staggered about the room. She could not take her fascinated eyes off his stiff cock, which seemed to have an independently rigid life.
He rushed to her when he understood her mocking eyes, and seemed unsure of himself for the first time since he had removed his belt and beat her.
She lowered her eyes to his thin, frail, white, blue- veined legs that supported his enormous trunk and started to giggle at the horror, humiliation, and stupidity of the evening. He stood furious next to her and kicked her prostrate form. But the kick lacked the enthusiasm and conviction it had had one hour ago. He reached for the half- empty bottle of gin and put the thin neck of the bottle against his lips.
I must remember to throw the bottle away.
The hot liquor seemed to renew his assurance. " Get on your knees, you cunt," he commanded.
She looked at him with disdain, and he roughly twisted her body around. She lay flat, her knees, her thighs, her stomach, her flattened breasts, her shoulders and hair touching the carpet. He kneeled behind her and pulled her body into the arch he elected for fucking. She did not resist him, did not really acknowledge that he was there behind her.
" I' m gonna do something I' ve always wanted to do, baby. But I never met a slut I dared to do it with. I' m gonna dig so deep into your ass, you' ll taste my come on your tongue."
He slapped her blood- smeared buttocks, and without pause or warning, jabbed his prick into the narrow crevice between her buttocks. A remarkable pain inflamed her body and she screamed. He laughed wildly and smashed his cock into her rear again, the pain intensifying with each push of his body. She began to rotate her hips wildly to make him come by the next thrust. But he had the hard control of a drunk and he thumped into her narrow hole with shrieks of pleasure. He reached his hand around her jumping hips and felt for her cunt. It was dry – a desert of despair. His fingers found her shrunken clitoris, and he grubbily massaged it. To her shock, she felt the drops of sensuality flowing onto his fingertips. She could not be sure if her body was moving with terror or desire. He raised the stubborn dot of clitoris and pinched it cruelly. Her body was a flame of pain from her waist to her tired knees. He smashed against her, forcing her chin roughly to the rug. His free hand found the nipple of one hanging breast. His nails were like teeth against the stiff red flesh. Her body sang its captivity, and she swung eagerly against him. His hands busily tensed her nipples and cunt. Then he lunged into her with a final howl and removed his hands without warning. Her abused body thumped to the ground. His prick was shrinking inside her as he released a final spurt of sperm, and the smoky liquid seemed to flow to her tongue. Her mouth was full of the taste of him, and with a terrible moan of defeat, she came.
He was motionless beside her, and she saw that he had really passed out. He looked dead. She lay gasping for breath for a few minutes, and then swallowed a mouthful of the raw gin. It slid hot down her chest and gave her an instant' s strength. She shook the lifeless form. He did not respond at all. She kicked him hard with her foot, but he was deeply, profoundly unconscious. The hated face was turned up with impotent calm. Instead of the vicious attacker he had been to her, he resembled a stupefied whale. She remembered her body' s deceit and kicked him in disgust. She wanted to get into her bed and sleep, sleep for a hundred hours. But she could not sleep with this senseless bulk on the studio floor.
Gloria walked to her bathroom and washed her tear- stained, sickstained face. She took a paisley dressing gown off the door hook and moved her pained body into it. The robe stuck to her hips and buttocks, and she knew that the blood he had drawn was still flowing. She brushed her hair from her face and caught it at the nape of her neck with a tortoise shell clip. Her face was fatigued and bruised, but younger than it had been in the morning. She was not thinking of the rapist, not thinking of anything but getting that bulk off the living room floor.
She walked back to him, to find him still stretched out, motionless and stupid. Some spittle ran down the corner of his chin, and he snored with a wet, gurgling sound. She reached down and took him by his two bare feet. His huge shape formed its own fulcrum, and she turned him like a top toward the door.
She opened the hall door and made sure that the house was still and empty. With tremendous effort, she pulled his body into the hall; it was naked and ludicrous in the tiled dark passage. She did not want his sprawling form snoring outside her apartment, so she dragged him down the steps feet- first to the second- story landing. His head jumped with a hollow sound at each step.