Gaia library special editions – wild wife

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GAIA LIBRARY SPECIAL EDITIONS – WILD WIFE

By Robert Jenkins

Foreword
Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth
is often the opposite when it comes to relating on an individual basis. This is
particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now learning to discuss sex and sexuality with candor,
and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual
privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual
behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior.
Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and
it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even
perverted in our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how
truly normal they are.
The characters in this book are a case in point. Their story is one of real importance for
our hung-up society.
WILD WIFE – a story well worth the reading if we are ever to understand our own
sexuality.
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Chapter 1
Sally crouched in a corner, whimpering with fear. Outside she could hear the sounds of
destruction as the raiders pillaged the city. She smelled smoke. They were starting to
burn the buildings.
She looked around frantically for some way of escape. Impossible. There were only two
exits from her bedroom - the door and the window, and the window had a heavy iron
grating over it. No use that way, anyhow. She could hear the raiders shouting and
laughing in the narrow street below.
Sally contemplated making a run for it out of her door, but she was afraid to open it.
Inside her bedroom she felt as if she had at least the illusion of safety, unless, of course,
the house was put to the torch. It had taken her several minutes to drop the heavy
wooden bar across the door. The door itself was heavy, made of thick, hand-hewn
planks.
Suddenly the frightened girl heard a sound in the hall. Her hand flew to her mouth.
Raiders!
If she was lucky, they'd pass by her room. But no! The sight of a closed door was too
much for them. "What the hell's in here?" she heard a gruff voice call out. The latch
rattled. Someone was putting their weight against the door. "Locked, by God!" the same
rough voice said.
The door shook violently, but the heavy bar held it. Sally heard other voices out in the
hall. "There must be something really valuable in there," an excited voice said. "Let's
beat the door in."
"Get that big bench... we'll use it for a battering ram," the gruff voice called out.

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Sally crouched further and further back into her corner as heavy blows began to shake
the stout wooden door. It held for at least a dozen blows, but eventually the hinges
began to loosen, and the planks themselves began to spring apart from one another.
Through the cracks in the wood, Sally caught glimpses of half a dozen roughly dressed
men.
Finally, with a splintering crash, the door came crashing full length into the room. The
doorway was wide-open. The men crowded into the opening. "Ohho! Look at that over
there!" one of the men cried out, spying Sally crouched in her corner. "The kind of
treasure we're looking for!"
The men crowded into the bedroom, led by the man who had spotted Sally. He was one
of the most villainous-looking men she'd ever seen, big, burly, dressed in once-colorful
but now ragged clothing. His shaggy hair was tied back behind his head. He wore a
huge pistol in his belt and sword hung from a dirty red sash draped over one shoulder.
He was barefoot. Worst of all he had only one eye, covered by a tattered black eyepatch.
A hideous scar twisted down the right side of his face.
The men fanned out around Sally. They were all lesser repetitions of the first man,
tattered and dirty, some of them bloodstained. Sally wondered where her husband was.
If some of the blood on the raiders was his.
The man with the eye-patch laughed. "We couldn't have found her in a better place,"
he said, casting a glance at the big bed. "Let's rape her."
Sally almost fainted from fear and loathing. The big man started forward, but one of the
others grabbed his sleeve. "You remember what the Cap'n said," he mumbled. "That we
had to bring everything to the central square so it could be portioned out equally."

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"Bah!" the big man snarled, shaking off the other man's arm. "We'll take her to the
square, all right. But that doesn't mean we can't do a little sampling first. Let's see what
we've got," he bellowed.
He reached out a huge paw. Sally tried to flinch away, but she was as far back in the
corner as she could go. The man's hand seized the bodice of her low-cut dress and
yanked hard.
The rich, heavy material was surprisingly strong. It held for a moment, so that Sally
was jerked roughly forward, her head snapping back sharply. The man pulled again and
this time the material gave.
There was a loud ripping sound. The dress tore down to Sally's waist, baring her
breasts, which were naked beneath it.
There was an admiring murmur from the men. "Gawd... look at them beauties!" one of
the men hissed. For a moment they all held still, staring at the girl's lush, taut young
breasts, rising and falling rapidly in time to her frightened breathing. The pale pink
nipples were puckered with fear.
Suddenly the big one-eyed man moved forward. His fingers sank into the soft flesh of
the girl's naked tits. Sally felt pain, then a moment later his mouth crushed down on
hers. She felt his tongue worm insinuatingly into her mouth. She was too stunned, too
frightened to resist.
Then the man's mouth moved down to her breasts, wandering hotly over the soft
swelling flesh. Sally shuddered as she felt the wetness of his mouth close around one
nipple. Oh, this was awful! An abomination! A hideous travesty of the tender caresses
she was used to from her husband!

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Sally didn't start struggling until she felt the man's hand pulling up her dress, baring
her legs. "No!" she cried out, trying to push him away. Her fingernails left bloody
tracks down his bristly cheeks.
The man's other hand crashed into Sally's face. She reeled back, dazed. "Come on," the
one-eyed man called to his companions. "Help me get these damned clothes off her!"
Sally was spun around as a man began tearing at the heavy material of her long skirt.
She heard more fabric tearing, then there was a cool air over her naked legs. Her
underclothing was being pulled at, ripped free of her cowering body. She was too
stunned, too confused to defend herself. Not that it would have done any good against
so many strong ruthless men.
Sally was picked up and flung down on the bed like a rag doll. She was certain she was
going to be killed. Her flesh slimnk away from the expected agony of sharp thrusting
steel.
But instead she felt hands. Hands all over her body, caressing her tits, pawing at her
thighs, digging toward her crotch. She let out a sigh almost of relief. At least for the
moment she was going to live.
Her eyes were tightly shut. She slowly opened them. The men were gathered all around
her on the bed. Their eyes glittered with lust as they sampled her lush naked body.
"Get your hand the hell out of there. Her cunt's mine. I'm the one who found her," the
one-eyed man said. He slapped another man's hand away from her pussy. A moment
later Sally felt his hand sliding between her thighs.
She let out an involuntary gasp as he brutally rammed one thick finger up into her
cunt. She felt the calloused hand sliding past her thick outer pussy lips, prying open her

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pussy hole, then sliding deep inside.
The girl bit down on her lip, expecting pain as the man dug so brutally into her pussy.
But to Sally's surprise, it didn't hurt at all. She realized her cunt was very wet. She
could hear the man's finger squishing noisily as it moved eagerly in and out of her
invaded pussy hole.
For a moment the girl was so surprised she forgot to be afraid. Why was she so wet?
Was it fear? Or... was she turned on?
Impossible! she told herself. Impossible to be turned on in a situation as horrible as
this. Her husband was probably dead, killed by these very fiends who were abusing her
body. She sensed the city lay in ruins all around the house. No, she should feel nothing
but revulsion toward these crude brutes.
Yet, there was no denying it. The supposedly unwanted finger shoved so brutally up her
cunt felt... felt good!
"Oh, no!" Sally sobbed in humiliation as she realized she was beginning to enjoy what
these animals were doing to her. At least her body was. Her mind kept its distance,
disgusted as little shivers of pleasure began to ripple her stomach muscles.
"Hey! I think she likes it!" the one-eyed man guffawed. He could feel her cunt muscles
opening and closing hungrily around his finger. He shoved another finger in beside the
first. It went in easily. Her pussy hole was obviously wet and ready for anything.
"Why... why?" Sally wondered. Why was she reacting this way? What they were doing
to her body was so disgustingly different than the gentle way her husband always made
love to her. She was not used to feeling rough hands.

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Of course! That was it! She was not used to feeling at all! Not with her husband. In the
past she'd always put it out of her mind, but it had been a long time since her body had
felt this aroused, this used, this... alive! Ever since that day years ago when her father's
stable-boy had stolen her virginity in the barn.
A ripple of pleasure shot through Sally's finger-stuffed cunt. Oh God, that finger felt
good! Horrified, she realized her hips were beginning to grind upward, shoving her
pussy mound against the man's calloused hand. She wanted more fingers up inside her
suddenly horny crotch.
Sally tried to control herself, to maintain the icy air of martyrdom she knew should be
required of any good Christian girl in a horrible situation like this.
But it didn't work. Her eyes were half-shut, but not from pain. Her teeth nibbled at her
lower lip in an attempt to keep herself from crying out in pleasure. The finger in her
cunt was driving her wild!
The men around her sensed her arousal. Their hands were all over her tits again,
pawing, pinching her nipples. She sensed her nipples were becoming hard and swollen
with passion. Pleasure trickled down from her mauled tits into her body, mixing with
the ecstasy being pumped into her cunt by that plunging finger.
None of the other men tried for her cunt. It seemed to belong by mutual consent to the
one-eyed man. The others were obviously afraid of him.
But one man, a little wizened man who had crawled up on the bed and was crouching
next to Sally's head was so excited that he decided to take a chance. Casting
apprehensive glances in the direction of the one-eyed man, he opened the front of his
pants and pulled out his cock.

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It was right in front of Sally's eyes. She was amazed. For such a little man he had an
enormous cock, bloated already and quickly swelling larger. The bloated purpled head
was much bigger than the gnarled, blue-veined shaft. It looked like the knob on the end
of a heavy, twisted walking stick.
The one-eyed man wasn't making any complaints about what the little man was doing.
His attitude seemed to be that he didn't care what the others did as long as he kept
control of Sally's cunt.
Still glancing furtively at the other man, the little man moved his swollen prick within
an inch of Sally's face. "Come on, sweetie," he said in a whining, wheedling voice.
"Ain't it pretty? How would you like to suck it?"
Sally stared at the tip of the little man's cock. It was so close to her eyes she had to look
at it cross-eyed. It seemed huge. The little slit in the end gaped at her blankly. She saw
the man squeeze his cock eagerly with his fingers. A single drop of sperm welled up in
the slitted opening, gleaming like a jewel before it finally dripped stickily down onto her
cheek.
"Don't ask her, you asshole," the one-eyed man snarled. "Just do it. We're supposed to
be raping the bitch!"
The little man's eyes widened. He didn't seem to have thought of that. Then a look of
wild excitement creased his wizened features. He began wildly stuffing his cock in
Sally's mouth, battering at her lips with the swollen cock tip.
Sally resisted for a moment, but somebody pinched her nostrils shut. To breath she had
to open her mouth. As soon as she did she found herself gagging on the little man's
huge prick, which had quickly slid inside.

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There was no way to fight back. Not really. For a moment she thought of biting down
on the rubbery shaft filling her mouth. But she knew she'd suffer for that. Once again
the thought of sharp steel slicing into her flesh filled Sally with horror.
No, she'd have to go ahead and suck the man's cock. She'd have to suck it until he...
until he came in her mouth. Horrible thought!
Or was it? The finger in Sally's cunt was affecting her imagination. The cock in her
mouth began to excite her. It's hot rubbery, aliveness. The odor of male crotch. Even
the knowledge that sooner or later the little man's cock was going to squirt hot slippery
sperm down her throat.
"Mmmmpphhhh! Mmmnnnggg... uuunnnggg," Sally mumbled around the huge prick
filling her mouth. "Oh, God... like hot butter inside... like hot butter!" the little man
wailed. His eyes were nearly popping from his head with pleasure.
He began humping his hips downward, sawing his enormous cock in and out of Sally's
mouth. She felt her lips stretching cruelly. The tip of the cock battered at the back of
her throat, making her choke.
But to her amazement, she found herself sucking. Sucking on the cock that had been
rammed so brutally down her throat. Her cheeks hollowed and filled. She managed to
open her throat wide, letting the little man's prick slide partway down her throat. His
cock was all the way in her mouth now. His wiry crotch hair was plastered to her upper
lip like an obscene moustache.
The little man wailed, his whole body writhing with delight Sally felt his cock swelling
even larger in her mouth. She knew he was going to cum and tried to get ready for it.
But she choked and coughed as gush after gush of scalding, salty sperm rushed into her

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mouth. She swallowed frantically, but couldn't swallow it all. Thick rivulets of sticky
white sperm gushed back where her lips were stretched so tightly around the jerking,
bucking shaft and dripped down the side of her face.
Triumphantly the little man reared back and pulled his cock out of Sally's semen-filled
mouth. One last sticky drop hung from the tip, fastened to Sally's chin like a rubber
band. It stretched, stretched, and then broke.
Sally was embarrassed, mortified. She knew she had behaved shamelessly, the way she
had so avidly sucked the cum from this horrible little man's huge cock.
But what could she do? She could never hope to fight off these pirate plunderers of her
body. She had no one to fight for her, and worst of all... she felt horribly turned on!
"Stand back, you assholes," the one-eyed man suddenly snarled. "I think our naked
little beauty's a lot hotter than she wants to admit. I'll show you just how much."
Sally looked up, wondering what he intended to do, just in time to see the man's fingers
slip out of her cunt. They came out all wet and shiny with her inner juices, sucking
noisily free of her hotly clasping pussy walls. Sally experienced a sinking feeling of
regret now that her cunt was empty, but she didn't dare admit it. Particularly not to
herself.
"What you gonna do?" one of the others asked the one-eyed man.
"I'm gonna eat her cunt," he replied. "Suck her snatch. Lick her pussy."
A thrill of something passed through Sally's body. Horror? delight? She couldn't tell.
My God, how long since she'd had her cunt eaten? Certainly not since she'd gotten
married. She had no doubt her husband would never have married her if he'd known