Path: newshost.williams.edu!news2.near.net!noc.near.net!howland.reston.ans.net!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!uwm.edu!chi-news.cic.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in2.uu.net!news.leonardo.net!n1.wdc.net!pp7.westdat.com!user From: grobert@westdat.com (TheEditor) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: AnmlAct (04/10) "Her Animal Act" Date: 5 Nov 1995 16:52:22 GMT Organization: Western Datacom Lines: 425 Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: pp7.westdat.com "My name is Pico." "I know you from somewhere," Ruth said. "But I didn't remember your name. I'm Ruth." "I'm very happy to know you, Ruth. Are you drunk, by any chance?" "I don't think so ... but I do feel strange. Help me wake my husband up now, please." "Get them out of here," Pico told Carlos. And as Carlos hurried Carmelita and the dog from the room, Pico bent over Elliott and slapped his face resoundingly, making his head jerk from the force of his blow. "Don't! Don't hurt him!" Pico shrugged. "I was only trying to wake him." Ruth got to her knees, bending over Elliott and holding his head, looking dumbly at his slack-jawed face. "Elliott ... Elliott! What's wrong with him?" Pico grinned. "I guess maybe he was tired and had a bit too much to drink." Taking advantage of Ruth's kneeling position, he bent and slipped off both her shoes. "What are you doing? For heaven's sake ... give me back my shoes!" "Lock it behind you. I'll call you when I want you again." "Si, Pico," Carlos said, backing nervously from the room and locking the door from the outside. "Give me my shoes. Why's he locking the door?" "Because I want to be alone with you." "Help me with my husband. Please ... something's wrong with him!" "You're a very beautiful woman." "Thank you. But Elliott ... I think he's sick! Do something!" "I'm going to do something." "You'll help me get him to a doctor?" "No, I won't do that. Your husband doesn't need a doctor." "Then help me get him back to our motel. I feel so funny. Please give me my shoes. Mr... ." "Pico." "I want my shoes, Pico. We have to go now. Dizzy ... I feel so weak all of a sudden." Pico took off his coat and laid it across the easy chair. Then his tie and shirt followed. "Don't," Ruth snapped, when she saw him undoing his pants and stepping from them. "Don't do that! For God's sake, put your clothes back on and help me!" "I'm going to help you, rubia. I'm going to give you exactly what you need." He pushed his shorts off and kicked them away, then grasped his rising cock and stepped so close to Ruth it nearly poked her in her startled face. "I'm going to give you this." Ruth's mouth dropped open. She stared unbelievingly at the hardening purplish cockhead. "It's pretty, isn't it?" "No," she gasped, backing away and shaking her head. "Yes it is. I can tell by your eyes that you like to look at it. Wait until you feel it, rubia. You'll love it." "No." "I'm going to fuck you, pretty gringa. Fight me all you want. I'd much rather you fight like a tigress than give in too easy." "No ... oh my God ... NO!" Ruth shook Elliott frantically, trying futilely to rouse him, pleading with him to wake up. "He'll be no help to you for many hours. You see, rubia, I had him drugged." "No," she mumbled, then she screamed. "NO, NO, NO!!" "Oh, yes. He is drugged. You too, rubia, but not as heavily as your husband, of course. You feel funny? Dizzy? Weak?" She looked at him with fear in her eyes. "The effect of the drug," he explained. "It will harm neither of you." "Don't touch me!" "I'll do much more than touch you. When your husband again opens his eyes, he will be quite thoroughly cuckolded." "I'll scream." "Go ahead. Scream to your heart's content. It will not be the first time a woman has screamed in this room, nor the last. No one will come to your aid. They will barely hear you in the bar, but only if you scream very loudly. Even so, they will not bother to investigate. It is illegal just to be here. Perhaps they will tell themselves it is none of their affair, or reason that your scream is, after all, one of bliss. Try it, rubia. Scream as loud as you can, why don't you?" For a helpless moment Ruth stared at the cruel Latin face above her. The she shoved him and ran to the door, twisting the knob, beating on the door, putting her face to it and screaming with all her might until her throat felt raw. "What?" Pico taunted. "No United States Cavalry to the rescue?" "You animal! You filthy animal!" "Now that's the spirit," Pico said, looking up as he went on removing his shoes and socks. "Get angry. Get fighting mad. If there's anything I hate, it's a spineless gringa who just falls over and plays dead while she is being fucked. Make me rape you, rubia! Fight me with every ounce of your being!" Chapter 5 Her mind dulled by the drug, Ruth flattened herself against the door, watching Pico come toward her, naked and ready. His eyes glinted evilly and his lips curled into more of a sneer than a smile. But his face wouldn't hold her gaze. The most threatening part of him stood out boldly from his brown muscular body, and it was there that Ruth finally locked her faintly blurred gaze. Gasping at the size of his rock-hard cock -- it was at least two inches longer and a half inch thicker than the only prick she'd ever seen -- Ruth shook her head and let out a tiny moan. "No ... please don't." He said nothing, just chuckled and came on toward her, his rod swaying stiffly from side to side. When he stopped in front of her, so close she could feel his hot breath on her face, Ruth looked up at him. Her upper lip trembled. Fear shone in her pleading eyes as his fingers hooked over the neck of her dress. "No." He ripped away the front of her dress with one quick jerk, causing her to fall forward. Her tits flattened against his hard chest. His cock pressed into her soft stomach, feeling all hot and hard. "Oh, my God! No!" She jumped away, turning sideways and cringing against the door. "Stand up straight. Look at me." "Go to hell!" "You shouldn't talk to me that way, rubia." His voice sounded amused. Ruth hated him all the more for it. "I'd die before I'd give in to you!" "You are a proud bitch, aren't you? Good. I like your haughty manner. It will make it more pleasurable for me." "I'll give you no pleasure," Ruth hissed, trying to sound brave but feeling anything but bravery at the moment. "We'll see. Now stand up straight and look at me." "No, damn you ... NO!" "Don't curse me. I won't tolerate my women cursing me." "I'm not your woman. I despise you!" "That will change shortly," Pico said, then he grunted as he kicked her ass and sent her sprawling face down on the floor. He stood over her, gloating as she struggled to sit up, sobbing and backing away, the fear so strong in her now that it could almost be smelled. She scooted across the floor, finally backing herself into a corner in her futile attempt to get away from him. This can't be real! she thought. I'm having a horrible nightmare! The drug caused everything she perceived to be distorted. The sounds, even her own voice, had an unreal ring. It was impossible for her to focus clearly. The very center of her field of vision was fairly sharp, but the surrounding area was fuzzy, like an out-of-focus movie scene at the beginning of a flashback. Her body felt numb and uncoordinated. Her brain refused to help her. It took in her fear, acknowledged the need to act, but was too sluggish to function properly. Even the pain in her ass seemed unreal. It was a dull pain, exactly like it belonged in a dream. But she knew it was no dream. Her mind was trying to lie to her. She couldn't let that happen. Too much was at stake. She couldn't let the two-legged animal standing over her and laughing at her have his way. He was real -- not a monster in a horrible dream -- and he intended to rape her! She had to resist -- to prevent it at all costs! Summoning every bit of strength she could muster, Ruth leaped to her feet and clawed viciously at his handsome face. Through the veil of tears covering her eyes, she saw her fingernails bring ugly red streaks down both sides of his dark face. His smug expression was gone. He yelled, cursed in his native language, slapped her small hands away. She started to laugh crazily, thinking that she'd rebuffed him sufficiently to dampen his lust. Then the breath whooshed from her lungs as his fist buried deep into her guts. Numb, her insides churning and burning from the force of his blow, Ruth slumped to the floor, a pain-racked groan escaping her open mouth. She lay there piteously, sobbing and desperately gulping for air, her body being jerked ignominiously about as Pico ripped away her slip and bra. She could barely hear him cursing her, and then cursing her panties which refused to tear. His voice came from high above her. "Take your panties off." "No!" "Take them off or I'll kick your teeth out!" She saw his foot draw back and aim at her face. There was no choice but to do as he demanded. Quickly she rolled to her other side, keeping her back to him as she slipped her panties off and kicked them away. "Turn over. I want to look at you." Something deep inside her ached terribly from the brutal blow he'd floored her with, and it was still very difficult for her to breathe. She didn't dare resist him any longer. Her brain, though dull, functioned well enough to know he would stop at nothing to have his way. All her spunk was gone. She detested what was happening, abhorred the thought of him using her body; but she retained enough common sense to rationalize her plight. Being raped is a horrible thing, she thought, but it isn't nearly as horrible as being beaten to death! Accepting her fate reluctantly, wanting to get it over with so he'd go away and leave her alone, Ruth shut her eyes and rolled obediently to her back. She could feel his hot gaze moving over her body, and it sent a wave of revulsion through her. "You are a true blonde ... one of the few I've ever seen. I like it. Your bush is quite hairy for a blonde. A very attractive pussy indeed. Spread your legs. Let me see if your lips are as pink as your nipples." As her mind screamed a silent protest, Ruth spread her legs so he could examine her. "Wider." She spread her legs until the cords connecting her thighs to her body stood out tautly -- wishing she could faint so she wouldn't be aware of what was happening to her. Then he touched her with his foot, probing into her with his big toe, pulling her open. She fought the reflex to jerk away, knowing if she did it would probably earn her a kick right at her most tender part. "Yes, a very attractive pussy, all in all. The lips are not as pink as your nipples, but I like them. They should feel nice and tight around me. Why are they so hot and slick, rubia? Do you feel passion already? Perhaps the show you witnessed had this effect on you?" Oh, good Lord! she thought. What a filthy animal he is! But she said, "Get it over with. Do what you want and go away. Please get it over with!" "Ahhh. You do feel desire." "No! I feel nothing but disgust!" she shouted. "Don't raise your voice to me again," he said coldly. The pain inside her was ebbing away. She could breathe normally again. Do I dare? she wondered. I could kick his testicles and maybe stun him long enough to beat him unconscious with that heavy ash tray. She opened her eyes and looked up at his face. It was too far away. All she could see was a blur. But his big cock was closer, and she saw it clearly. His scrotum, too, hanging between his legs and swaying as he toyed at her clitoris with his big toe. Stop it. It doesn't feel good. I can't let it feel good! But it did; and she squirmed reflexively. Kick his balls, she told herself. Quickly, while there is still time! But I can't ... he's standing between my legs and I can't kick him! His balls are big -- like his penis. It would really hurt him if I could just get my foot into position to kick them. But I can't. Damn it ... I can't get at them! He bent over her, still standing between her legs and making it impossible for her to kick his vulnerable organs. His fingers bit into her upper arms as he grabbed her roughly and jerked her to her knees. The head of his cock pushed hotly at her tightly clamped lips. Frantic, she turned her head, feeling the clear fluid his passion had caused streak across her soft cheek. "Kiss it. Kiss my cock." "I'd rather die!" she wailed. He snorted, then grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted her, screaming, to her feet, bringing their faces close together. His eyes were angry slits boring into hers. Then he smiled and shoved her toward the bed. Her legs couldn't move fast enough to keep up with her body. She tumbled to the hard floor and slid part way under the bed before she stopped. He was at her instantly, grabbing her ankle and dragging her from beneath the bed, her tits and palms squeaking on the worn linoleum. "I'm through toying with you. Get up. Get on the bed." Ruth struggled to her feet. Trying to stall for time, she asked, "Do you want me to take off my stockings and garter belt?" He took his cock in one hand and Ruth's left nipple in the other, squeezing both until she was whimpering with pain. "You're hurting me!" He twisted her tender pink bud, pulling down as he did, forcing her once again into a kneeling position before him. "Ohhh ... don't! Please don't." "Kiss my cock or I'll twist your tit off!" The intense pain in her nipple made Ruth do as he said. She brought her full lips quickly to the blood-engorged head of his cock and kissed it. "Lick it." She hesitated; but when he twisted her abused nipple harder, she let her lips part and licked his hot glans. His hand cupped the back of her head and pulled her mouth forward, sending his bulging knob between her teeth and over her rapidly retreating tongue. It bumped the back of her throat, making her gag and choke. His dick left her mouth as quickly as it had entered. His hands hooked under her arms and lifted her from the floor. Ruth couldn't see anything. Her eyes were full of tears from the awful pain in her tit and the gagging and choking his cock had caused. She felt him toss her into the air, and she gasped at the helpless falling sensation. Then she hit the bed, the mattress sagging with her weight and the springs groaning in protest. The old bed was still bouncing when Pico leaped on it and covered her body with his. His knees worked between hers, forcing her legs apart. "Oh, dear God!" Ruth moaned, feeling his hot, hard glans probe at her vulva. She squirmed in an effort to evade him, sobbing and beating at his shoulders as fast and hard as she could. "That's it," he panted. "Fight. Fight me, rubia!" "Animal ... you miserable animal," she moaned, raking her fingernails across his back so harshly it hurt her fingers. "Aargh! Again!" When she realized her scratching was bringing him more pleasure than pain, she buried her face into the crook of his neck and bit with all her might. His glans pressed into her hairy opening, dilating her, stretching her painfully. She bit him harder. He screamed, suddenly hunching forward, filling her completely as he lunged in to the very hilt. His heavy balls made a splatting noise as they arched forward and hit into the crack of her ass. Ruth sucked in her breath raggedly, quivering from head to toe as the searing pain from his brutal thrust raced through her. She knew he'd ripped her apart with his thick cock. The whole room spun dizzily around. She clenched her hands into tight fists, lying beneath him docilely now, biting her lip against the pain in her loins. Her chest heaved as she fought desperately for air. Her eyes clenched firmly shut, she threw back her head and rolled it from side to side, sobbing and gasping. "Hot," Pico sighed contentedly. "So hot and tight!" Ruth refused the kiss he tried to give her. She jerked her head to the side and snarled, feeling his mouth cover her ear and his tongue lick wetly inside it. It sent a chill up her spine. She could feel the head of his rod deep inside her belly. Never had Elliott penetrated her so thoroughly. His ass began moving in a tiny circle, causing his glans to flip maddeningly at her cervix. All too soon her pain was gone. She wished it back, preferring it to the new sensations rushing in to take its place. Wetly, his tongue worked snakelike in her ear, affecting Ruth despite her resolve to ignore it. She tried hard to ignore his tongue, but she couldn't; nor could she ignore the incessant massage his cockhead was giving the mouth of her womb. It was too much for her. Before she realized it she was rolling her hips along with his, rubbing her awakening clitoris at the sharp bone under his pummeling pubic mound. Stop it! her conscience barked. But I can't help it ... he's raping me, her body protested. You don't have to like it, her conscience snapped back. Only whores like it! Lie quietly, the way you usually do with Elliott! "Wha-What are you doing?" Ruth gasped, looking up at Pico's lust- racked face, struggling to keep him from pinning her hands helplessly to the mattress. He chuckled, easily forcing her arms to the bed on either side of her body and holding them there. "The preliminaries are over. I think you're ready to be fucked now. Give me a good ride, rubia." She groaned as his cock began thrusting with long, slow strokes. He was right, she knew. She was ready -- more ready than she'd ever been in her whole life! But she wouldn't let herself enjoy it. She couldn't permit that! It was unthinkable! A decent woman just couldn't find rape to be a thrilling experience! "My husband will kill you." "You scare me," he said, smiling down at her frightened face. "You'll go to prison. Stop ... stop right now and I won't tell my husband or the police." "That's very kind of you ... but no. I won't stop until I've given you a bellyful of my sperm." His cock was stroking faster now, setting her loins on fire as he plunged deep into her with long, rhythmic movements. Oh, God, Ruth thought, it is good. I can't help myself. He's so masterful -- so big and hard and hot. Stop it! her conscience demanded. "I can't," she moaned back. "I can't!" "You can't what?" "Huh?" "What is it that you can't?" "Oh good Lord!" she gasped, realizing that she'd spoken aloud, ashamed for forgetting herself, wondering how much she'd said. She looked up at him. He was smirking down at her, enjoying her confusion and helplessness. "You bastard!" He laughed. With a last effort which she knew wouldn't succeed, Ruth tried to wrench her arms free and force him from her. It only amused him. He held her almost effortlessly, going right on filling her weeping cunt again and again. "You dirty bastard," she groaned, falling back and giving up her fight. Like lightning, he released her hand long enough to slap her a stinging blow on the face, then pinned her arm again before she could move it. "You -- you --" "Consider that a warning. Curse me again and I won't let you off so easy." Ruth sniffed and blinked her eyes. He fucked her in silence for more than a minute, the bed creaking and singing raspily. Ruth stared up at him all the while, trying not to let the sensations in her loins get out of hand again. His slap had driven them out and sobered her somewhat, and she wanted to keep it that way. But it was impossible. His big cock made entirely too much friction as it stroked back and forth through her swollen cunt lips. Soon she was responding again, thinking how handsome he really was. When he lowered his face to kiss her, she didn't turn away. She let him press his surprisingly soft and warm lips to hers as his cock dipped rapidly to the very depths of her vagina. She shut her eyes and closed off her conscience, allowing his tongue to force her lips and teeth apart and enter her mouth. His tongue tasted strongly of tobacco. Ordinarily she hated even the smell of tobacco. But now, because of the spears of pleasure his plunging cock sent careening through her, she found the taste not at all offensive. She licked back at his invading tongue, letting it fill her mouth until she was moaning softly and sucking it. "It's getting good to you?" "No," she lied. "Oh, you're a stubborn one, rubia." Then he was kissing her again, more passionately this time, his tongue whipping at hers, teasing it into his mouth. Losing all sense of shame, Ruth stuck her tongue deep into his moist mouth and whimpered softly as he sucked it. "Ahhh. Now that's better ... much better!" "I hate you," Ruth said weakly, bringing her legs up and locking her ankles over his hunching ass. "You have a very nice way of showing it." "Mmm ... hate you," she sighed, throwing her pelvis up to him, jerking him into her with her legs. "Is it good?" "Uh-huh. Good ... oh damn!" He laughed. "Turn my arms loose ... please!" "You promise not to scratch?" "I won't scratch. I want to hold you ... please let me hold you." As soon as he released her hands, Ruth threw her arms around his back and hugged him fiercely. She felt as if she'd lost her mind. But it didn't matter. Nothing in the world mattered except the fantastic feelings churning in her steaming loins. It was so very sinful and wicked, but Oh God, she thought, is it ever good! "Darling ... oh, darling," she moaned, sliding her damp palms over his back as she kissed him wildly. Over his shoulder she could see Elliott slumped on the couch. She didn't want to see Elliott at the moment -- didn't want to think about him even. She knew she'd hate herself when this wonderful moment was over, but for the present she wanted to enjoy it to the fullest. She shut her eyes to close out her husband as well as the rest of the world. Nothing mattered -- nothing but the thrill of Pico's big, sweet cock jabbing so hotly at her. Clinging to him, sucking his tongue, she moved with him as if they were of one mind. The tempo grew faster and faster as they drew near orgasm. It got better and better. Sweat broke out on Ruth's abdomen, the dampness making slapping sounds as Pico's stomach hit hers with rapid-fire action. "Ohhhh ... oh God!" "Hunch me, baby. Stay with me." "Ouuu ... ouuu," Ruth crooned, throwing her cunt up to meet his inrushing prick, licking absently at her puffy lips. "Is it good?" Pico grunted. "Tell me how good!" "Hooo ... oh, Pico! Darling man!" His hands moved under her and cupped her working buttocks, holding her to him as he ground his pelvis harshly against hers. The head of his cock stirred her guts delightfully, sending waves of pure pleasure washing out to every nerve in her body. "Wonderful!" she shrieked, unlocking her ankles and letting her legs fall to the bed, digging her heels into the mattress and grinding her pelvis at him. "Big cock ... oh, what a big, sweet cock!" Pico let his body fall on hers, his chest mashing her tits flat as he jarred her intestines with his fully inserted cock. He grunted and groaned, then sucked in his breath and bit the side of her neck. His teeth were sharp, causing her a great deal of pain as he chewed her flesh and made little animalistic sounds in his throat. She whimpered mournfully, writhing beneath him, still grinding her cunt at him as she grabbed the tensed cheeks of his ass. Her fingernails dug into his buttocks. She jerked at him frantically. His cock was twitching and throbbing inside her seething cunt, his nuts drawing up tight against his