“We’ll go up and talk to the young lady,” he explains, “and we’ll try to get her to fuck us peaceably. But if she won’t–zingo! We’ll rape the bitch!”
Sid applauds heartily. If only he could think of things like that, he says. But his mind doesn’t work that way, he never sees the simple, obvious conclusion …
So we go calling on Miss Cavendish.
She’s quite glad to have visitors, she says when she lets us in … although we can see that she wasn’t expecting anyone. She spreads the negligee she’s wearing and lets us have a peek at her legs, leads us in and immediately provides a hospitable drink. While she’s out of the room Arthur whispers to us that this is going to be easy, we won’t have to rape her after all … didn’t you catch the way she eyed him when she made that crack about being properly dressed? He gets the horse laugh.
Talk begins to roll around the room … Matisse … Gertrude Stein … I don’t have to listen to take an intelligent part any more, I simply say the names, for no one listens to anyone else anyway. I keep my attention on Miss Cavendish. She’s giving Arthur the works … her knee becomes uncovered again and again and the negligee falls open halfway up her thigh. The poor dope goggles at her and waits for the thing to come open far enough to let him see her fig … but if I know her there’s a pair of pants under that negligee and Miss Cavendish has every intention of keeping them there.
It takes Arthur an hour to work his way to the couch at the same time that Miss Cavendish is there. Well, he’ll find out … She lets him pat her knee and feel her up a bit … he can pinch her thigh from outside the negligee, but she won’t let him get his fingers under it. When she leaves the couch he follows her, mooches around the place after her like a dog following a whiff of fresh meat. Sid and I pretend to be having an argument so there won’t be any interference … it’s rather funny to see someone else getting spiked …
Miss Cavendish has trotted out her naughty stories … and a few personal reminiscences designed to let Arthur believe that she might be a tiny bit naughty herself. The next time she’s out of the room he tells Sid and me that we’re a pair of lunks.
“She’s dying for it,” he says. “What the fuck’s wrong with you bozos, anyway?
Why she’s like ripe fruit, all ready to fall off the tree into your hands. She’s doing everything but asking out loud for it.”
Here Miss Cavendish’s voice cuts in. There’s something wrong with the light in her bedroom. Won’t someone come and see … ? She’s afraid of electricity… .
“There it is, Art,” Sid says. “Now she’s asking for it out loud. So you just run in there and see what you can do. If you need any help we’ll be right in.”
Arthur hasn’t been in the bedroom more than a minute when there’s a scream and the cunt comes dashing out with Arthur close behind her. The negligee’s half off and as I expected, she’s wearing a pair of pants under it. She runs into Sid’s arms and snuggles her bare belly against him. Arthur, she gasps, attempted something unmentionable back there in the darkness.
Sid turns sternly to Arthur. “Why you nasty man, you,” he says.
Arthur’s tongue is hanging out and he doesn’t see anything funny.
“Just give me the damned bitch,” he says, “I’ll give her something unmentionable to mention! Look at my fly! Who the hell do you think opened it?
She did. The bitch, she had me in there with my cock out and everything and then she wouldn’t give it to me. Hand her over, I’ll fuck her.”
“That wasn’t the agreement,” Sid argues. “We were all supposed to screw her, not just you. Where’ll we do it, here or in the bedroom?”
The difficult Miss Cavendish can’t believe what she hears. She leans back in Sid’s arms to see if he’s kidding, and finds that he’s holding her tightly with no idea of letting her go. She demands to be released. Sid gives her bubs a squeeze and tells her to be a nice baby.
Then, when she decides that we’re serious about it, she begins by demanding that we leave at once and ends by pleading that she didn’t mean to do any harm
… she was just joking, innocently.
“Then how about a fuck,” I ask her, “a nice, innocent fuck, as a sort of joke?”
We can’t talk to her that way! She’ll scream if we don’t release her at once or sooner! She’ll have the police in to investigate if we make a false move. Ah, she’ll see to it that news of the outrage reaches the proper authority!
“Look, Sid,” Arthur says, “I can’t stand this kind of talk … it makes me sick at my stomach. Anyway, she might scream at that, and it hurts my ears to hear a woman yell, so let’s fix her up so she can’t make those noises.”
Sid gives her one more chance to come across peaceably. She won’t, she screams. What kind of a girl do we think she is, that we expect her to let three men misuse her? Arthur stuffs a handkerchief into her mouth and ties it behind her head.
“Say something,” he tells her, and Miss Cavendish says “goo” in I think a British accent. “That’s fine,” he admires. “Now, you cockteaser, you’re going to find out what fucking is like. You’re going to be raped on your own god damned bed, since you won’t let anyone in it any other way.”
She kicks and scratches, but the three of us are simply too many for her. We carry her into the bedroom and toss her into the bed. Sid and Arthur hold her while I strip her.
I’ve never raped anybody in my life before this. It always seemed pretty silly to me, but that was before I ran into this teaser. Now I’m for rape one hundred percent, and I’ve seldom enjoyed taking off a woman’s clothes as much as I enjoy stripping this cunt. I feel her up, give her a squeeze here and a pinch there, and the more she squirms and blubbers into the gag, the harder my dong gets.
Since it takes two of us to hold her down it is decided that the fairest arrangement all around is for us to fuck her in the order that we know her, one at a time. That makes Sid first, and he’s in fine shape for it, too. Miss Cavendish takes one look at him with his pants off and squeezes her eyes shut. I can feel her trembling under me. I might feel sorry for her if I wasn’t so fucking sore about the way she’s acted… .
Sid takes his time about everything he does, even rape, it seems. He tickles her crutch and feels her up, beginning down at her feet and taking a long time to work back up to her bush again. He runs his hands over her belly, plays with her bubs … then he spreads her legs and takes a peek into her fig. She’s no virgin, he announces… . .
Miss Cavendish is scared shitless. Possibly she thinks that we’ve already made plans to get rid of the body when we’re through with her. But she still fights like a cat whenever she can catch enough breath … Sid has anything but an easy time making her hold still long enough to get his dong under her ass.
Arthur and I both lean over to watch his cock go into her … Sid opens the bonne-bouche and rubs his dick against the struggling, straining thighs. Miss Cavendish stares mutely from one to the other of us. Somehow she manages to slip the gag partly away, but fright seems to have taken her voice … she doesn’t scream … she begs us, in a terrified whisper to let her go.
“Please don’t do this to me! I won’t ever tease anyone again, not so long as I live … I swear it! Oh, please … please! I’m sorry that I was such a beast … it won’t happen again! Don’t shame me any more . .”
But she’s far too late with her good resolutions. Sometime later we may talk reasonably with her; but as Arthur tells her, she has a lesson to learn first. Sid slips his dong into her mop … her thighs strain away. Arthur and I stop playing with her bubs and give Sid a clear road. Her belly quivers and quakes and I notice that her nipples are erect … they stand up, large and dark in the center of the dark eyes of her teats… .
“NO . . no . . no . . no . . no … .”
Sid has squeezed the end of his prick into her tail. He forces it in … his balls brush against her smooth legs. He keeps her thighs spread and slowly gives it to the bitch. Her belly recoils from his as he leans against her and begins to fuck her. She moans. She doesn’t want to look or have anyone see her face … Sid holds her head and makes her open her eyes.
“Now, you bitch, how do you like it? This is what you’ve
