Laura was desolated. She knew she had set herself up for this rejection, but losing both Karen and Rina wrenched her with pain. And she hadn't even lost Rina, of course. She had never had the girl, which was if anything worse. The desire she felt for Rina was almost unbearable.

After being expelled from the girl's apartment, she went home and couldn't get the image of Rina's perfect naked body out of her mind. Did I ever want Karen this much? she wondered. She looked at her hand, the one which had briefly cupped Rina's perfect young breast, the palm which had pressed against the girl's marvelous, puffy, black nipple. Her hand actually shook as she watched it, trembling with lust.

She drank a little, then took a bath, masturbating as Karen had taught her by letting the hot water crash into her clit, imagining that Rina's lithe, writhing, wet body was wriggling in the bathtub with her. She moaned and came repeatedly, gagging on her orgasms and even moaning Rina's name softly, then Karen's as the last, fierce climax ripped her.

But afterward, she felt sadder than ever. And angry with herself. If she had only moved more slowly. Maybe she could have seduced the girl, first becoming her friend, gradually winning her confidence, coaxing her slowly into a more sensual kind of friendship, finally culminating in a wonderful, thrilling moment of coupling. Laura's heart would race, and her pussy moisten, as she imagined what could have been.

You just want her because she's so innocent, and so impossible to have, not like Karen, hot to trot if you only intrigue her enough. All the intrigue in the world wouldn't get Rina into bed. Better forget her. Just forget her.

She tried. And tried to forget Karen too. And she ended up drinking far too much. She even had to take several days off work, calling in sick, because she was too hungover to go. And it was one day at the end of this string, when she was lying in bed with a frightful headache and upset stomach, that the doorbell rang, and Rick Perkins was standing there when she opened it.

Laura was wearing only her bathrobe, with her panties underneath it, and she quickly pulled the lapels closer around her. The bastard! She glared at him.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" he grinned.

"Why should I do that?"

"We used to be friends."

"You got the tense right, at least. Past."

"Look, I can't help it if your . . . friend wanted a little cock for a change. Right? In fact, she's the one who asked if I'd come over and check on you. You haven't been to work for a few days. She's worried. Hasn't seen you. Asked if I'd check."

"Isn't she afraid of what might happen?"

"She doesn't own me."

"Does she have to send you to check on me? Is she afraid to call?"

"I would guess that she is," he said. "She's embarrassed that she ran out on you like that."

He reached across the threshhold and had one hand inside Laura's robe before she could even stop him. He ran it over her loose breasts.

"Looks like there's a few things you could use," he whispered suggestively. "You've been neglected."

Laura pulled away, offended and aroused at the same time. "You don't owe me anything!" she said.

"Who's talking about owing?" He pushed his way inside and shut the door behind him. "I'm talking about fucking."

"I know what you're talking about." She turned and let him follow her through her apartment. "Getting tired of her? Karen's tight black asshole isn't stimulating enough for you any more?" she taunted him.

But he was up for the game. "I don't know. Yours might be tighter. Want to try a comparison?"

His words inflamed her at the same time that they wounded her. Letting him do her would be a way of getting back at Karen. And a way of forgetting Rina, at least temporarily. Laura had been fucked in the ass by Rick before and knew how it could obliterate everything else.

He had backed her into a corner now, and his hands went to her robe sash again, quickly opening it, filling his hands with her firm, springy breasts.

"You're probably tired of all that lesbian fucking, just like she is," he whispered. "Ready for some real fucking, for a change?"

His mouth came down on hers. Laura let him kiss her, then found herself kissing him back, tantalizing him. "You know what I want you to do?" she asked, shocking even herself by her sudden idea.

It was so sick that she shivered involuntarily, waiting for him to reply. God, it's sick! she thought. Sicker than Karen's weird needs, even.

"You want me to rape you," he murmured.

He was dropping his mouth to one of her breasts when she squirmed away from him.

"You're only partly right," she teased, backing down the hall toward the bedroom.

"What else?" He was panting now. He got his hands on her body again, and caressed her roughly, urgently, his fingers digging into her flesh, which excited Laura wildly.

"I want you to tie me up," Laura whispered, glowering at him. "Tie me up first.

Rick smiled. "What is it you two girls have about being tied up?"

"I tied her up for you," Laura teased him. "But you have to tie me up yourself."

"And then what?"

"Then . . . you can do anything you want to me."

"Anything?" His eyes twinkled.

She came closer, kissed him, lifted one of his hands to her breasts. "You wouldn't hurt me, would you? I mean, not too bad."

"You got any rope?" Rick said, grinning and panting with sexual excitement.

"I've got the rope Karen left here when you two ran off together," Laura said, feeling the pain again. "I suppose you've been fucking ever since."

"Ever since," he said, calmly.

Laura winced almost visibly. He followed her into the bedroom, coming up behind her and slipping off her robe. His hands crawled skillfully all over her near-naked body. Her headache began to go away, and her uneasy stomach became uneasy with sexual anticipation instead of nausea.

"Where's the rope?"

"Under the bed."

He got it out and pulled Laura down on the bed and began to tie her up with the rope, slowly, patiently, ingeniously. She had never been tied up before, even by Karen, and began to tremble with fear and wild sexual excitement almost immediately. Rick saw her shaking, and that excited him even more.

"Want me to do your boobs?" he asked. "Like you did hers?"

Laura nodded vigorously, not trusting herself to speak. "Everything!" she croaked in a nervous, lust-clotted voice.

Her pussy was flooding with juice, and she realized that he had left her panties on.

"Aren't you going to take my panties off?" she asked, alarmed at the innocent sound of her voice.

"Mmmmm, you bet," he said mysteriously.

He began coiling the rope around her breasts, the way she had done to Karen. In a minute or so, they were strangled and bulging, her nipples flaring and shiny and throbbing, bursting purplish plums. Her breasts were reddish from engorged blood, swollen gourds, looking bigger than usual, aching. Her whole body throbbed and pulsed with need.

"Oh god . . . hurry!" she said to him, whimpering uncontrollably.

"Hurry? Why, don't you want me to draw it out, make it the best ever?"

"No . . . hurry! Please!"

"Now there's just no way you're going to make me hurry, Laura," he said, caressing her trussed up body, licking her bulging nipples, making her mewl frantically.

"Ohhhh . . . nnnggg! Oh! Oh god, Rick, please!"

"And now, before we gag you, how about a little fuck in the mouth?"

He took his pants and shorts off, and his huge, montrously large cock came into view. He lay beside her on the bed and let the throbbing monster jump only inches from her lips. The sight of it filled her with incredible erotic excitement. God, I know I'm not a lesbian! she thought, knowing she had thought it before. Get it in me, please! Fuck me!

"Ohhhhnnn . . . fuck me, Rick, please!" she begged him.

He smiled and slipped his enormous prick between her lips, gasping with pleasure as she began to lick and suck the swollen head of his huge cock. He knew that the need to be totally debased and abused was driving her to this, and he complied, holding her head in his hands and a forcing his cock deep into her mouth, making her gag softly and suck it wildly as it rammed into her throat.

Laura quickly descended into a hot delirium of lust and frantic sexual need, sucking and drooling on his thrusting cock, groaning and begging him to relieve her. When he had had enough of her mouth, he removed his wet cock and found a towel to gag her with. Laura's eyes filled with fear. She knew now that she was totally vulnerable to him. She would be getting what she had seen him give to Karen, a vicious, violent, thorough, and energetic ass-rape.

"Ohhnnggg . . . mnnggggg!" she grunted through the towel as she realized what he was now doing.

He had slithered down to her ass and was tearing off her panties with his teeth. She had thought in the past that she was no stranger to maniacal sexual hungers, but this was wilder than anything she had ever imagined. She could feel his teeth grazing the round, firm flesh of her bottom as he bit and tore at the fabric of her panties, ripping them slowly away from her body. She thought she would come right then, with no other effort. Wild sexual arrows shot through her quivering flesh.

Her asscheeks clenched, her asshole throbbed and tingled as she felt his teeth, and lips, and tongue on her ass. Her panties were shreds, and he tore at them, using only his mouth, until they were merely wisps of gauze dangling around her firm, tawny thighs. And now he was pulling apart her buns, frenching her asshole with his tongue, making her squeal excitedly.

"Mmmnngggiieeee!" she cried into the towel, writhing sharply, feeling the rope bite into her tender flesh.

By now she was just a quivering mass of need. She was crying and whimpering and moaning all at once, wild with hunger, delirious with desperate lust. Fuck me, oh fuck me, Rick! she tried to beg him with her eyes. Do it hard to me! Do it hard! Rape me! Hurry!

"Where's the oil?" he finally panted into her ear.

"Mnnpgghhph!" she grunted, pointing him to the bedstand with her eyes.

He found it and began oiling his battering ram of a prick. The shiny liquid made it look even larger, and Laura squinted with fear, knowing the punishment that was in store for her. She had felt it before. Why did I want this? she wondered. To show him I'm as good as Karen is? Why?

But she had no time to worry about it. Rick was soon finished oiling his prick. He capped the bottle, placed it back in the drawer, wiping his fingers dry on her bedspread. Then he pulled Laura's trussed up body onto the floor on her knees, the way he had fucked Karen.

He crouched over her back and guided his slippery, massive cock between her buns with one hand, opening her clenched-shut asshole with the other.

"Baby," he panted, "I just want you to know that you have an ass that's every bit as beautiful as your black friend's."

"Mnnggee!" she squealed as she felt the bulbous head of his prick penetrate her asshole.

"And believe me, hers is a beauty," he grunted softly, pushing it in further.

"Ungghhmnngg!" Laura gagged, her body filling with hot pain as the monster slid deeper into her.

"But yours is a masterpiece too. Unggh!"

"Onngghmmphh!" Laura groaned, feeling his huge prick sink all the way into her ass.

Her body felt like it would explode, and he hadn't even begun to fuck her yet. His hands found her breasts, trussed and throttled with rope, her nipples bursting and throbbing. He squeezed her breasts and pinched her swollen nipples as he began to slide his huge cock in and out of her. Laura whimpered, mad with need, her body churning and flexing as he began to pick up the tempo.

It truly was the most horrific sexual experience of her life. The first time he had done this to her she had felt the same way, but this time was worse because her body was tightly tied. The rope bit into her flesh each time she squirmed or writhed, and Rick hammered his cock deep into her ass with each plunging thrust, bringing muffled howls of mingled pleasure and pain from her throat.

At the same time, she knew that she would come any second. The harder he raped her, the closer her orgasm, until he was literally drilling his cock into her ass and she was suddenly exploding in fiery strings of climaxes. Rick pumped, drilled, stabbed down into her uptilted ass, and both of them suddenly were seized by fierce cataclysms of ecstatic coming.

"Unngghmnniieeee!" Laura wailed into her gag, her body shuddering through excruciating spasms of pleasure/pain.

Rick was coming too, his massive cock spurting warm thick jets of cum deep inside her ass, his rough hands tearing at her imprisoned breasts as he rammed it down into her again and again. After several seconds of shocking violence and rupturing orgasms, they both collapsed onto the floor, gasping and panting, tears streaming down Laura's face, her ass feeling like a flame-thrower had been plunging into it.

She lay there recovering for a long time, long enough for Rick to recover too. She remembered that he was a demon for sex. His massive, thundering cock was hard again too, he rolled Laura over onto her back and fucked her pussy relentlessly, until she was again groaning and shuddering through a sharp orgasm.

And now he began to give her what she had watched him giving Karen. He tilted her ass up off the floor and began jabbing his hard, thick cock into her asshole, then into her cunt, then back in her ass, fucking her vigorously in both holes until the two of them were coming again in hot, wild spurts and spasms. Laura had never experienced such a clearly submissive, debasing rape, or such a violent one, and she came in incandescent waves of ecstacy, screaming and flexing and shuddering in wild delirium.

Finally, it was over. Rick untied her. The rope left marks everywhere on her body, the marks of her shame and maniacal lust. His cum still lubricated her asshole and her pussy. She felt used and fulfilled at the same time, a way she had never felt, thoroughly fucked, completely raped and abused.