Tease ... Sue Patterson was a beautiful tease. In Nebraska she had encouraged the boys just enough to make them feel that their trousers were always too small. And the auburn-haired nineteen-year-old had continued to maintain her virginity despite an almost constant round of backseat petting sessions. But New York City was different. And Paul Matthews was certainly no Nebraska farm boy. "You're a liar and a tease," he had told her as he ripped the buttons from her blouse, "and I'm about to teach you a lesson someone should have taught you a long time ago!" At first Sue became his unwilling student, but as time passed she knew she could only live as his abject slave.
CHAPTER 1
Sue Patterson critically checked her reflection in the full-length mirror. The skirt seemed appropriately short, barely coming to the middle of her thighs. She could almost hear her mother's outraged complaints regarding its scandalous shortness. The sweater Sue was wearing hugged her body closely. For the first time since she had been twelve years old, Sue was not wearing a bra. Her nipples peaked, excited, showing as sharp points through the soft, clinging material. Back home, she reflected, just a tight sweater was enough to get the boys interested. To please her mother, Sue had bought sweaters large, then always "accidentally" shrunk them for her boy friends'. Here, in New York City, it took more than just a tight sweater to catch the interest of the men. Sue unbuttoned another button on the sweater and studied the effect as more of her creamy skin was displayed.
The buzzer from the lobby door disturbed her careful study and she hurried over to the intercom. Through the usual distortion of buzzing static she barely recognized Paul Matthews' name. After shouting a return greeting she pushed the button releasing the downstairs door. Turning back to the mirror, she quickly decided to save the button just unbuttoned for later in the evening and refastened it. Except for the way the sweater tightly hugged her unconfined curves, Sue thought she looked almost demure.
The doorbell had barely finished its second bong before she opened the door.
"Hi, I'm ... "
"You're Paul Matthews," Sue finished for him. "I'd recognize the voice anywhere. Come on in."
"Thanks." Paul seemed surprised at her quickness. Sue stilled a shiver as she let him pass her. From his description of himself, Sue had been warned, but still not prepared for him. He towered over her five foot three by a least a foot, and probably weighed twice as much as her 105 pounds. "This is a real nice place," he observed, his bulk seeming to fill the small living room as he stood in the center of it and revolved slowly.
"Thank you," Sue replied, giving her shoulder-length auburn curls a last pat into place. "I can't take much credit for it. My roommate did most of it before I moved in with her."
"That's right, you haven't been in New York very long, have you?"
"About a month," Sue admitted. "How long have you been here?"
Paul smiled, and his face looked disarmingly boyish. "I'm an old timer. I've lived here ever since I got out of college. Ready to go?"
Sue posed for him without looking as if she was doing so. "Any time you are. Where are we going?"
Paul picked up her lightweight summer coat and helped her on with it. "I know a nice Italian restaurant within walking distance, if that's all right."
"Fine with me. I love Italian food."
By the time they reached the little restaurant, Sue was feeling more at ease with Paul. She had to skip to keep up with his long, fast strides, and found herself panting slightly by the time they were seated. Knowing he was watching, she shrugged off her coat, displaying her barely concealed breasts by arching her back.
"What'll you have to drink?" Paul asked after she settled in her chair.
"Tom Collins," Sue said. She was pleased to discover that the reactions of the men of New York City were little different from those of the boys of Nebraska.
"You're from Nebraska, right?" Paul asked.
"Smack dab in the middle of it," Sue acknowledged. "My daddy raises wheat out there."
"Why'd you come to New York City? This is a long way from home for a youngster like you."
"I'm not such a youngster," Sue protested. "I'm twenty-one." She felt no qualm at adding two years to her age.
"Sorry," Paul apologized. "I didn't mean that the way it sounded. It's just that you look so young. Why did you leave Nebraska?"
Sue accepted his apology gracefully, mentally resolving to try to look older in the future. "It just seemed like the thing to do. Out where I lived, you were expected to get married, settle down and raise a crop of kids. I didn't want to settle down. Most of my friends were already married by the time they got out of high school."
"And you obviously didn't want to get married," Paul observed.
"And raise a bunch of screaming brats? You bet I didn't. I've got more important things to do in life."
"Like what?" Paul asked.
Sue thought for a moment. "I want to see more of the world. I want to live it up and find out what life is all about. I figured New York was the best place to do it." Her drink arrived and she stirred it, making the ice cubes spin and clink in the glass. "Where are you from?" she asked him.
"Upstate New York."
"And you're a stockbroker."
"I guess you could call me that."
"Is my boss a good customer of yours?" Sue felt uncomfortable under Paul's probing and tried to steer the conversation away from herself.
"He's pretty good," Paul said. "At least I managed to meet you because of him."
Sue acknowledged his gallant comment with a demure nod of her head. She'd landed her secretarial job two weeks after arriving in New York. The first day she had managed to lose three out of the first four calls to her boss. Paul had been the caller every time. They had gotten to know each other quite well over the phone as he instructed her in its complexities.
"You must make pretty good money," Sue observed. "Oops, that's not the right thing to say, is it?"
Paul laughed, taking no offense at her mistake. "I manage to make a living. People like your boss are a big help."
"He buys a lot of stocks, doesn't he?"
"And sells a lot," Paul observed. "I make money both ways."
"You do?" Sue's ignorance of stock and bond trading kept the conversation away from herself throughout dinner. Paul loved his work, and Sue knew the best way to keep him interested in her was to be interested in what he was. She was quickly lost in the complexities of his job, but managed to make enough intelligent comments to keep him going.
By the time they were ready to leave the restaurant, Sue was elated at her success in capturing Paul's interest. His hands lingered on her shoulders a pulse beat longer than necessary after he helped her on with her coat. His breath smelled tantalizingly of garlic and wine, and she knew he was looking over her shoulder at the mounds of her breasts. She carefully took a deep breath to expand her chest.
The air outside the restaurant was muggy and smelly, typically New York City in the summer. She let Paul take her hand as they strolled down the street.
"Where would you like to go?" Paul asked.
Sue shrugged. "I don't know. You're the New York City expert."
"There are some nice little bars in this area. Interested?"
Sue feigned mild outrage. "Sir, are you going to try to ply me with liquor?"
"Why not?" Paul replied, seeing through her pretense.
Sue trapped his arm familiarly against her, pressing the side of her warm, soft breast against it. "My mother warned me about men like you," she retorted. The pressure of Paul's arm against the side of her breast was warm and exciting to her, making her nipples harden.
"We're dangerous, all right," Paul agreed. "Shall we go?"
She let him guide her down the street, retaining possession of his arm. Their steps made his arm rub up and down her side lightly, and the warm friction further excited her. More exciting to her was the knowledge of what it was doing to him. Not by accident she had her fingers on his wrist and could sense his accelerating pulse.
"Here we are." Paul guided her to a revolving door and let her precede him through it. The spinning panels of the door thrust her into an incredible crush of people just inside. As she tried to get away from the entrance, Paul's huge bulk pressed into her from behind and shoved her up against the mass of people.
"Sorry," someone muttered, removing his elbow from Sue's left breast.
Paul wormed his way around Sue to lead the way deeper into the bar. "Hang onto my jacket," he advised, bulldozing his way through the mass of people.
Short as she was, Sue could see nothing but bodies crushing together. The noise of conversation was deafening, drowning out most of the music from a jukebox which was buried somewhere in the mob. The rattle of a cocktail shaker indicated the direction of the bar as Sue and Paul burrowed their way past it. In spite of the path cleared by Paul's bulk, she found herself being pounded and jostled by the crowd, and strange hands had a disconcerting habit of finding their way to the more private portions of her anatomy.
"Here we are." Paul finally made it past the crush at the bar and Sue found herself in a small area packed with tables. Just as they arrived in the less crowded area, a couple got up from a table in the rear and Paul made a fast beeline for the empty spaces, dragging Sue along behind by one hand. Before she could catch her breath she found herself seated by the wall, with Paul's bulk seeming to overflow the tiny table as he sat opposite her.
"Whew, what a crowd," Sue panted. "There must be more people in this room than there are in my whole home town."
Paul beckoned a harried waiter over. "What town is that?"
"Casper Junction," Sue replied. "Last I knew, we had about sixty-five people living in Casper Junction."
Paul smiled after ordering drinks. "Now that's a small town."
"You're telling me. For entertainment we used to sit out and watch the Greyhound Bus go through on Saturday night."
Paul guffawed at this. "Sounds real lively. There must have been more than that."
"Oh, we could go over to the movies in the summer. There was a sort of drive-in movie about thirty miles away, but my daddy wouldn't let me go." Sue swirled her drink. " 'Course I didn't let that stop me." Setting the swizzle stick aside, Sue took the opportunity to slip off her coat, again giving Paul a calculated look at her figure as she did so. The expression on his face told her she was having the desired effect, which pleased her.
"Did you have just wheat on your farm, or did you raise animals, too?" Paul asked.
"Oh, we had animals, too. Some chickens and a few cows, sort of just for effect, you might say. Daddy always said a farm had to have animals. We'd raise a few calves every year and sell them off."
"You had a bull, then," Paul commented.
Sue shook her head, making her auburn hair gleam in the soft light. "Nope. Daddy said they were too dangerous. He got his leg broken by one once, and never trusted them after that."
Paul sipped reflectively at his martini. "Then how, uhm, I mean ... "
Sue was amused at his embarrassment, seeing immediately what he was driving at. "Oh, we'd have the cows serviced. We did it the artificial way sometimes, but not too often. Daddy always said if the poor cow was gonna have to be pregnant, the least she could have was the enjoyment of getting that way. We had a neighbor that had a bull. Come time, he'd come over and service the cows. It's a good thing, too."
"What makes you say that?"
Sue stirred her second drink. "If he hadn't, I'd never have learned the facts of life. Daddy was kinda shy about such things. And Mom, she didn't believe in sex at all. When that bull came around, she'd lock herself up in the parlor so she couldn't hear or see what was happening."
Paul chuckled and shook his head. "So you learned all about life from the animals."
"Sure, everybody did." Sue sipped her drink. "Boy, why don't they air-condition this place?"
"They try," Paul replied. "It gets so crowded, though, I guess it's a losing battle."
"Sure is," Sue agreed. She used the heat as an excuse to unbutton the button on her sweater and spread the fabric apart to show more of her chest. The next button was between her breasts, and she could see Paul studying her cleavage. His Adam's apple bobbed convulsively as he swallowed some of his martini. Had it not been for the noise of the crowd, Sue suspected she could have heard the gulp clear across the table.
"If it's too hot, why don't we leave here?" Paul suggested.
"Where'd we go?"
Paul thought for a moment. "I don't know. It's hot outdoors, even with the sun down. And all the bars are packed on Friday night." He was silent, appearing to think further.
Sue judged her ability to control the big man and then said, "I suppose we could go back to my place. It's air-conditioned, at least."
"What about your roommate?"
Sue shrugged. "She's out for the evening and won't be back until late. We don't have anything to drink there, though."
"I can pick something up at a liquor store," Paul suggested. "Some wine or something."
"Great." Sue waxed enthusiastic over their plans. Getting up, she again posed carefully to give Paul the best view as he helped her with her coat. Her nipples were hard as little rocks inside the thin sweater. She turned to face him. "Only one thing. You have to promise to be on your good behavior," she cautioned him.
Paul stepped back slightly and raised his hand in a mock Boy Scout salute. "On my honor," he pledged. His eyes studied her figure closely as he did so.
Sue giggled and took his arm as he pushed their way through the crowd. The press of people shoved her tightly against him, her breast digging gently into his side. The way she was holding his arm placed his hand near her crotch and his knuckles pressed her gently, sending little quivers of excitement through her as they bumped through the mob. Outside she continued to hold his arm, pressing it against her breast.
"Whew, I had a bit more to drink than I'm used to," Sue said, staggering slightly and clutching at him to keep her balance.
Paul led the way to a small liquor store. As he searched the shelves, Sue took the chance to check her reflection in the front glass, then flirted with the young clerk while Paul's back was turned. The youth quickly developed a bulge in his pants, giving Sue a feeling of power when she saw the effect she was having on him.
"Shall we go?" Paul put his arm around Sue familiarly. She let herself be drawn against him and led from the store. In a few minutes she was fumbling for keys outside her door. The locks yielded quickly.
"Why don't you get glasses and stuff out of the kitchen?" Paul suggested.
"Okay," Sue agreed. "The record player's over there if you want some music."
In a few minutes they were seated on the couch, soft music surrounding them. Not feeling as giddy as she had indicated to Paul, Sue sipped her wine carefully. The conversation lagged after a few minutes, and she let Paul snuggle her against him as they sipped the wine and listened to the music.
"You're quite a girl," Paul murmured, his big hand caressing the side of her neck, brushing her long hair gently aside. With his fingers he gently turned her head and lifted her chin.
His lips were warm and soft on hers, sending tremors of pleasure through her. She was pleased with the effect she was having on him. In his lap she could sense the beginning bulge of his swelling cock. Letting herself warm to him, she softened her lips and felt his mouth move against hers in response. His tongue touched her lips and she resisted gently, then pulled away, flattered by his interest.
"Let's take it easy," she suggested quietly, not wanting to discourage him too much.
Paul concealed his reluctance to stop by sipping at his wine. They sat in silence for a few moments, until Sue felt the need to encourage him again. She snuggled closer to him, letting his arm circle her neck, his fingers trail over her upper chest to brush the first soft bulge of her breast. Taking the hint readily, he pulled her closer and again lowered his head for a kiss. This time, when his tongue probed her lips she let it enter as far as her teeth. Her own pulse was beginning to quicken as she met the tip of his tongue with her own. He smelled of martinis and wine and garlic, and the mixture of scents excited her even further. She let herself settle into his arms. The clink of his glass on the coffee table barely intruded as he freed his other hand to enfold her completely in his arms.
He broke the kiss and they snuggled together for long moments, his arms warm around her. His lips nibbled gently at her ear and she coyly turned her head aside as the touch sent jolts of pleasure through her. Contrasting his technique with that of the farm boys of Nebraska, Sue found him to be smooth and steady. Her feeling of power over him grew as his interest increased, along with the bulge in his lap. Her own passions were flickering with a steady, hot fire as his hands stroked over her back. The lack of a bra made her feel even sexier, and she knew his fingers were enjoying the unbroken smoothness under her sweater.
Gently, she broke the mood by reaching for her wine, pulling back from his embrace. She gauged her move carefully, drawing away enough to slow him down, but not so far as to discourage him completely. As she sipped her wine, she looked up at him with her brilliant, deep blue eyes, trying to hypnotize him with her stare, putting both challenge and promise into her gaze.
After a few sips, he took the glass gently from her fingers and set it aside. The embrace that followed was hotter and harder than ever as he squeezed her against his huge body. His lips were more demanding, his mouth driving down on hers as they kissed. His tongue was a bold wedge driving her mouth open and searching into her. Her passions were exploding in fire now, just as they always did when a boy soul-kissed her. With one corner of her mind, Sue wondered just how far she dared lead Paul.
His hands were strong on her back; then one slid around to her side and moved toward her breast. Hesitantly, he brushed the soft fullness on one side of her breast, then moved his hand toward the peak. Excited, Sue moved to give him access to her breast, feeling her hard little nipple pressing against his palm through the sweater.
Thrilled with her control of him, she broke the kiss and gently pulled away from him. Standing up, she moved over to the record player to turn over the records. She could feel his eyes on her as she bent to adjust the machine, her skirt rising in the back, showing the first frill of her panties and the bulge of her buttocks. The feeling of power she had over him grew as she watched his eyes devour her as she returned to the couch. He reached for her greedily.
His lips again ground against hers, and his fingers quickly found the button on her sweater. She let him wrestle the fastening open, feeling the brush of air against the skin between her breasts. His fingers were hard on her chest as he went for the next button. As he worked at it, she let her fingers toy with his ear and stroke his neck. His growing excitement was as thrilling to her as the touch of his fingers over her body.
Finally he had her sweater open and slid his big hand inside to cup her naked breast. Her nipple felt painfully hard and sensitive against his hand as he squeezed it, measuring its fullness. His lips were even more demanding against hers. She let her passions blaze high as he pressed the sweater back, baring her chest completely. He broke the kiss to feast on her bare breasts with his eyes. His hunger and admiration had him almost drooling with excitement. He reached for her boobs with both hands and toyed with them. Sue let her head drop back, relishing the sensuous joy he stirred in her. Finally, when she judged neither of them could hold back any longer, she forced herself to break away, gasping with excitement as she pulled free.
"What's the matter?" Paul asked, unsettled by her sudden change in mood.
Sue fought to steady her voice as she reached to rebutton her sweater. "I think we've gone far enough."
"What's the matter? I thought you liked it," Paul protested.
Getting to her feet, Sue quickly straightened her disorganized clothing. She deliberately avoided his question. "I think you'd better go. My roommate will be home soon."
Paul stood up, plainly upset. "I don't get it. What set you off all of a sudden?"
"It's nothing," Sue replied. "It's just that it's late and my roommate will be home soon."
"Then let's go over to my place," Paul suggested. "It's not far, and I don't have a roommate."
"I'd rather not," Sue answered. "It's getting late."
"For the love of ... What's with you?" Paul was angry now, his frustration evident.
"I'm sorry Paul, it's just not the night. Maybe some other night," Sue lied.
"Yeah, sure, some other night," Paul muttered as he was pushed toward the door. As she opened it he turned back toward her. "Can I see you again?"
"Of course you can," Sue replied. She lifted her face and permitted him a chaste kiss.
Assuaged somewhat, Paul returned her kiss. "Look, I'm having a small party at my place tomorrow night. Why don't you come over?"
"Don't you already have a date for it?"
Paul shrugged. "Nobody special. Come on by about nine, okay?"
"What should I wear?"
"Nothing too formal," he replied. "It'll be sort of casual."
"About nine then," Sue agreed. "And I'm sorry about tonight."
After another quick kiss, he turned away and Sue closed the door behind him. For a moment she leaned up against the door, a satisfied smile on her lips. As she got ready for bed, Sue found herself wondering what Paul's friends were like. He was the first man she had dated in New York, but would not be the last. Out home in Nebraska she had had half the high school boys chasing her at once. Of course, there had only been ten in her class, but it had driven the other girls wild with jealousy. And Sue had managed it without going all the way like some girls had. The gathering at Paul's looked very promising.
CHAPTER 2
The next evening, Sue stood nude in front of her closet, trying to select something appropriate for Paul's party. As she thought, her eye was caught by her reflection in the full-length mirror on the door and she eyed herself critically. Although she was short, she was shapely, her breasts large and firm, with no hint of sag. The snowy mounds were capped by pert, pink nipples. Her waist was small, emphasizing her bosom and her rounded, feminine hips. Her sex was shielded by a neat triangle of dark red pubic hair. Her thighs and legs were well shaped and proportioned, with no trace of excess fat. Looking at her reflection excited Sue as it always did, and she cupped her breasts, weighing the full mounds, her fingers and thumbs toying gently with her nipples, making the little buds stand up proudly.
Sue felt her passions rising as she pinched and rolled her nipples for a few minutes, fighting the urge that was growing in her loins. Her hair brushed her shoulders and neck as she let her head drop back slightly. A hot ball of desire was growing in her belly as she toyed with her nipples. Instinctively, her tongue licked over her lips, making them gleam with moisture. Finally, she could resist the urge no longer and lowered her fingers to her cunt. As she brushed through the pubic hair, seeking her slit and the joy she knew was there, she stepped toward the mirror, her eyes riveted on her reflection. Staring deep into her own blue eyes, she toyed with her sex, pressing and rolling her clitoris with her fingertips.
Another step brought the excited tips of her breasts in contact with the chill glass of the mirror, sending an incredible jolt of pleasure through Sue. Never releasing her grasp on her pussy, she pressed up against the mirror, the ice cold touch of the glass against her skin making her flame with joy. Her lips met the mirror, kissing her reflection. She probed into her cunt with one finger, pressing open the moist channel as she drilled deeper. Her passions boiled in fiery contrast to the cold touch of the mirror against her body. Her knees sagged, pressing her thighs against the mirror.
As she kissed her reflection, her breath steaming the mirror, she let her tongue touch the glass, reveling in its tasteless chill. She began to pump her finger in and out of her cunt, slowly at first, then moving it quicker and quicker as her joy increased. Her nipples were hard knots of painful pleasure against the cold mirror, trapped by the soft mass of her breasts. Her belly rubbed against the glass, sticking slightly to the polished surface. Her climax grew nearer and nearer, speeding the motions of her hand. The sticky sound of her finger slipping over her engorged and juicy tissues added to Sue's pleasure until her climax swept over her, making her muscles sag until she was leaning against the mirror, its chill cooling her feverish cheek as she rolled her head against it. Finally, her orgasm slowly draining from her, she pushed away from the mirror, withdrawing her hand from her cunt. Weak with pleasure, she went to the bathroom and washed her hands.
Feeling fulfilled and satisfied with herself, she quickly selected the dress she wanted for Paul's party. Cold calculation made her select a short, daring dress that would never qualify as casual. Her intention was simply to out-dress all of the other girls there, without being too obvious about it. She donned the short, fitted dress without any underwear. The boys of Nebraska had appreciated her that way. Sue felt certain the men of New York would also.
Sitting down in front of her make-up table, she kept in mind Paul's comment on her apparent youth. Determined not to look nineteen, or even twenty-one, she studied herself critically before applying her make-up. Working carefully, she added four years to her age through the chemistry learned in high school theatrical productions and a quick correspondence course on makeup.
By the time she was ready to leave it was nine o'clock. Sue was uncertain how late to arrive to make the most impressive entrance, and decided to delay her departure until nine-thirty just to be certain. Nervously she paced the apartment, pausing from time to time to check her reflection and pat a wayward strand of hair into place. When she decided Paul would be just about frantic, she left, carefully locking the door behind her.
Paul's address turned out to be a well-tended brownstone on a side street. After a few seconds, her buzz was answered by a harsh rattle from the downstairs door and she pushed it open. Holding it open with one foot, she rechecked the apartment number and headed upstairs. Her caution at checking the number proved unnecessary as she was able to follow the babble of noise pouring down from above. After three flights of stairs, she felt lost and let the noise guide her. Arriving at the top floor, she found herself facing an open door from which an incredible din erupted. Panting and feeling weak in the knees from the long climb, she moved toward it, to be grabbed by a strange hand and tugged in the direction of a couch as soon as she entered the door.
"Rest, oh weary traveler, and restore thy strength," a bearded man directed, pushing her down on the couch. "What would you like to drink?"
"Gin and tonic, please," Sue panted.
"Rest. I'll get it for you," the stranger assured her. In a few minutes he was back with a frosty glass in his hand. Sue took it and sipped it gratefully. The drink quickly cut the fuzz in her throat. Incredibly strong, the gin seemed to steam through her head with the first sip. She began to take in her surroundings. Paul's "small gathering" was a total mob scene. Lighted dimly by colored light bulbs in the ceiling fixture, the room was packed with people. Competing with a stereo running at near full volume, the people were shouting to make themselves heard.
"If you'll move over, I think these new arrivals would like a spot on the oasis," the stranger shouted in her ear.
Sue quickly moved over to provide room for two more weary arrivals to the party. "Where's Paul?" she shouted.
"Who?"
"Paul Matthews," she repeated, louder. "The host."
"Right here," Paul bellowed, elbowing his way through the crush of people. "There you are. I was afraid you weren't coming." The huge man bent down to give Sue a peck on the cheek, his eyes straying to the wealth of cleavage her dress displayed. "Come and meet some people."
A little overwhelmed by her first impressions, Sue let the big man guide her through the crowd. Her first rational thought was that she had properly calculated her outfit for the occasion. Most of the women were wearing hostess pajama outfits or flowing slacks. Unfortunately, in the press of the crowd, Sue's attractive legs were not readily visible. Her cleavage, however, caught more than one man's eye as she passed him by. Their glances, fleeting as they were, thrilled Sue, bolstering her confidence.
"Who was that at the door?" she asked Paul when they finally made it across the room.
"What? Oh, that's Stan Peters. He's an advertising man. I want you to meet Kate Andrews." Paul indicated a tall, pale blonde.
"Pleased to meet you," Sue replied, returning the blonde's limp handshake.
"You're new in town, aren't you?" Kate replied, mild venom in her pallid blue eyes as she studied Sue carefully.
"Just down off the farm," Sue said ingenuously, ignoring the unspoken barb.
"What do you think of the big city?"
"Except for some of the people, it's lovely," Sue replied.
"Paul, darling, I think I need some air. Won't you come with me to the terrace?" Kate asked the host.
Paul shook his head. "You know the way, Kate. I want to show Sue around."
Kate slunk away into the crowd, leaving some half-heard comment about a country cousin in Sue's ears.
"Don't pay any attention to her," Paul assured Sue. "She's like that with everyone."
"Oh, you known her long?" Sue asked.
"A couple of years," Paul admitted. "Did you have any trouble finding the place?"
"Nope. I just followed the noise."
"Do you want me to introduce you around? I really should stay at the bar for a while until things get rolling."
Sue eyed the boisterous crowd. "It looks like it is well underway to me. I can defend myself, though. You go ahead and bottle sit if you want."
"I'll go with you," Paul caved in quickly.
"Hello, Paul, who's the little lady?" someone said at Sue's elbow.
"Oh, hi, Dick. I'd like you to meet Sue Patterson. Sue, this is Dick Carmichael."
"Pleased to meet you," Sue said. Her hand was taken for a solid shake. When Dick held her grasp a bit longer than necessary, Sue returned his extra squeeze with one of her own. His eyes were not meeting hers, but instead following the plunge of her neckline.
"Dick's a bank teller," Paul noted a trifle acidly.
Ignoring Paul's attempted put-down, Sue kept her attention on the lanky Carmichael. "It must be a tremendous temptation, handling all that money every day."
"Oh, don't let Paul fool you. I'm a special teller in the Foreign Securities Division," Carmichael retorted. "Paul just likes to make fun of me."
"Oh, I'm sure Paul wasn't serious," Sue said. She gauged Paul's jealousy carefully, finally letting him drag her away from Dick Carmichael.
"Dick's bullshitting you," Paul stated. "He really is a bank teller."
"I think that's an interesting job," Sue replied. Sensing the raw wound this left, she added, "But nothing like yours, of course."
Mollified by this comment, Paul gave her hand a warm squeeze. Sue let her head rest against his shoulder for just a second, and pressed his arm in against her breast. By hunching her shoulders the slightest bit, she permitted him an increased view of her breasts.
"Hail the conquering hero," a familiar man said, attracting Sue's attention. "I see you found the host of hosts," Stan Peters continued.
"Yes, of course," Sue replied. Stan held a primitive-looking cigarette between thumb and forefinger. The smell made Sue wrinkle her nose, reminding her of the time the Jonson's barn had burned down.
"I told you, no grass, Stan," Paul ordered, sounding upset.
"Grass, what grass?" the advertising man replied, taking a careful, deep drag on the cigarette.
"This grass," Paul retorted, plucking the handmade cigarette out of Stan's grasp.
"Oh, that grass. Careful, my friend, that's fresh off the boat from Mexico." Stan pronounced it "May-hee-co".
"Pick it up later," Paul remarked, carefully pinching out the glowing tip after spitting on his fingers. He tucked the half smoked cigarette into his pocket.
"As you wish, of course. Care to introduce me to the lovely lady?"
Paul seemed calmed by Stan's easy relinquishment of the cigarette. "This is Sue Patterson. You met Stan at the door, I believe."
"Of course," Sue agreed. "Thank you for the drink."
"My pleasure, mademoiselle," Stan replied, bowing slightly. He plainly enjoyed studying Sue's figure in its minimal dress.
"Paul said you're in advertising. What do you advertise?"
"I am presently a purveyor of toothpaste," Stan replied. "In addition to trying to get the housewives of this glorious nation to purchase a particular brand of floor wax."
"It sounds very interesting," Sue said.
"It's an unbearable drag," Stan admitted. "However, the financial compensations are enormous. Would you care to view the lights of the city with me from the terrace?"
Sue could sense the instant tension in Paul. "I'm with Paul right now," she replied. At the same time, she winked, hoping Stan would understand that to mean there were later possibilities. The dark, slender, bearded man intrigued her.
"Perhaps another time," Stan said, indicating his understanding.
Sue let Paul guide her back to the bar, still clinging warmly to his arm as compensation for her flirtations. As they moved away from Stan, she noticed out of the corner of her eye a short, dark-haired girl settling in next to the advertising man. They seemed to know each other well, and the dark-haired girl cast a unloving glance at Sue as she moved away. Inside, Sue chuckled with satisfaction. This Nebraska farm girl was not going to be ignored or snubbed by anyone at this party.
"Paul, darling, where have you been? Oh, hello Sue." It was Kate, the pale blonde, that greeted them back at the bar. She was plainly upset with Sue's continued presence at Paul's side.
"Having a good time, Kate?" Sue asked innocently.
"Darling, nobody has a good time at these things," Kate argued. "It's just not the thing to do."
"Oh, really, then why did you come?"
"Because Paul invited me, the dear. Paul, darling, please let's go out on the terrace. I almost feel faint in here." Before the big man could protest or free himself, he was dragged away by Kate. As he vanished into the crowd, he cast a despairing glance at Sue to indicate his helplessness.
Sue gave a huge sigh, glad to be free of him for the moment. Despite the time she had been at the party, she as yet had met only two other men.
"Well, hello little lady, haven't we met somewhere before?"
Sue eyed the stocky balding man who had suddenly grabbed her arm. Gently she disengaged herself from him. "Not unless you've been to Casper Junction, Nebraska," she replied.
"Touche. You got me on that one. Permit me to introduce my humble self. I am Harry G. Landon."
Sue relented, impressed by the fine tailoring of his suit and the sapphire ring he wore. "Sue Patterson. What's your business? So far I've met a bank teller and an ad man, in addition to the host, that is."
"I'm the ad man's boss, if you mean Stan Peters."
"Oh, really?" Sue acknowledged noncommittally. She appraised the stocky man more carefully. His bulk was not fat, but muscle, and he was not unattractive. "How interesting."
"I gather you are from Nebraska," Harry Landon commented. "What brings you to New York City?"
She gauged the flicker of interest in Harry's eyes as he covertly studied her. "Men," she said bluntly.
"Such candor," Harry replied, undisturbed by her frankness. "What kind of men?"
"Your kind, for a start," Sue shot back, taking his arm familiarly and pressing it between her breasts. His knuckles brushed her cunt and she rocked her hips forward, pressing herself against his hand. She was rewarded by a surge of blood to Harry's face and bald spot.
"Let's see what's happening out on the terrace," he suggested.
"Try again," she replied, guiding him away from the direction taken by Paul and Kate. "What's in here?" She pushed open another door and found herself in the bedroom. Before she could back out of the too suggestive room, Harry had followed her in, closing the door behind him. His interest in her was more than just slightly evident now, and Sue braced herself as his arms went around her.
"Slow down a little," she said, fighting his strength.
"What's the matter, too fast for you?"
She broke away and rearranged her dress. "Just a little." Even as she stalled him off, she posed for him, displaying herself to the best possible advantage. Harry advanced on her and she backed away.
"Don't run away," Harry protested.
Before she could get away, he had grabbed her again and dragged her in against his solid bulk. His hands seemed to be everywhere. Sue was half afraid she had miscalculated with Harry, but she let herself fall into his embrace. His lips slobbered kisses across her face, then fastened on her ear lobe. She felt her own excitement spring to life as he nibbled on her ear, his breath puffing loudly. Finally she wrestled her way free.
"I think that's enough," she said.
"I don't," Harry replied, following her.
Sue was pleased with her conquest of Harry, but not interested in further pursuit. She was in the process of dodging his third lunge when the door abruptly opened. "Oops, excuse me," someone said.
"That's all right," Sue replied, pleased with the interruption.
Harry sensed that he had lost. Standing back, he eyed Sue carefully. "All come on, aren't you?"
"See you, Harry," Sue said, waving demurely before backing out the door. Inside herself she was laughing at the look of frustration on Harry's face.
"There you are!" Stan Peters latched onto her as she backed into the room. "Where have you been, oh fairest maiden in the land?"
"Hello, Stan." A quick glance around gave Sue no clue about Paul's whereabouts. "Have you seen Paul?"
"He's in the kitchen. How about a visit to the terrace?"
"I'd love to."
"Right this way," Stan said, guiding her through the crowd.
The terrace turned out to be a tiny balcony on the front of the building. Privacy from the packed room was supplied by the heavy curtains over the French doors. "It's beautiful," Sue said as she looked down to the street five floors below.
"So are you," Stan murmured close to her ear.
Sue let him turn her head for a kiss, but sealed her lips against his probing tongue. His arm was around her, his fingers touching the side of her breast. She let his hand gain an inch, tantalizing him with the softness of her breast. He kissed her again, and this time she admitted his tongue, feeling her senses flame with pleasure at the touch. She tasted his breath, a smoky smell of Scotch mingling with that of cigarettes.
Breaking the kiss, she fought to catch her breath. "What was that you were smoking before?"
"What? Oh, marijuana, of course. Didn't you know?"
She shrugged. "I've heard of it, but I never smelled it before."
Stan dug into his pocket and produced another of the hand-rolled cigarettes. "Would you like to try it?"
"Maybe some other time."
Stan swept her into his arms again. "Just name the time."
Sue let her body mold itself against Stan for a moment as his tongue again probed her mouth familiarly. The bulge of his cock was poking her in the belly before she backed away from him. He followed up, pressing her against the balcony's rail. She permitted him another kiss, but wrenched away when she felt his hand pushing her skirt up in back.
"Oh, there you are, Stanley," a woman interrupted just as Sue was levering herself free.
"Carol, I wondered where you were," Stan said, recovering smoothly. "Have you met Sue Patterson? Sue, this is my wife, Carol."
Sue cocked an amused eyebrow at Stan as she greeted the compact, black-haired Carol. "It's a pleasure. I've heard so much about you."
"I'll just bet you have," Carol replied, not trying to conceal the venom in her voice.
"See you around, Stan," Sue said, smoothly slipping past the curtains. As she entered the room, she failed to see Paul's eye on her from near the bar. His expression, had she seen it, would have made her pause.
"Sue Patterson, I do believe." Dick Carmichael greeted her warmly, his eyes raking over her figure. "Would you care to dance, perhaps?"
"In this mob?" Sue replied.
"It just makes it cozier," Carmichael remarked.
"I'll try anything once," Sue said. The crowd had thinned somewhat, allowing some freedom of motion. The racket of conversation had died down, also, so they were able to hear the music better. Carmichael's lanky body moved easily to the music, and Sue followed, her innate sexiness taking over to move her hips in a restless rhythm.
"You're good," Dick commented, bending over her as he did so.
Sue shrugged her shoulders, giving him a tantalizing view of her breasts. "Just doing what comes naturally."
"Well, you're a natural," Dick noted, his admiration obvious.
As they danced, Sue teased him with her body, rolling her hips suggestively, bending and twisting her torso to give him occasional tantalizing glimpses of her breasts. Finally he was pressing closer and closer to her, rubbing his body against hers. His cock was hard and erect, blatantly tenting out his pants.
Sue feigned exhaustion and stopped dancing, leaving Dick moving restlessly as she stepped back from him. "I'm pooped. Which way to the ladies' room?"
"Huh?" Dick Carmichael was caught off guard by her sudden change.
"Oh, I see it. Thanks for the dance." Saying this, she moved off quickly, leaving Dick with his obviously erect cock standing sheepishly in the middle of the room.
Coming back from the bathroom, she bumped into Harry Landon and the stocky man's arms swept around her. Quickly she spun away, winking coyly over her shoulder at him as she danced across the room. With her eyes she flirted with a man she had never met.
"Having a good time, Miss ... uh ... " the man stumbled.
"Sue Patterson. Let me see your left hand."
Grinning, the man held out his hand. "What are you, a palm reader?"
"No ring, could be a good sign," Sue replied. "I keep getting tangled up with married men at this place."
"I'm free as a bird," the man acknowledged.
"Then let's dance," Sue said. The crowd had thinned greatly and the music changed from hard rock to soft ballads. He held her carefully, as if afraid of her.
"What's your name again?" he finally asked.
"Sue Patterson."
"Sorry I didn't catch it the first time. I'm Jerry Danvers. I like you, Sue Patterson."
"Thank you, Jerry." She let the conversation die, feeling warm and wanted in the young man's arms. His shyness intrigued her and she teased him gently with her pelvis and was rewarded by a sudden stiffening of his arms.
"Let's go somewhere," Jerry suggested when the tune ended.
Gently, Sue pulled away. "Can't do that, I'm the host's date. Hello, Paul."
"Hello, Sue," the big man replied, his voice hard.
"Hi, Paul. Didn't mean to intrude," Jerry apologized.
"That's all right. I haven't seen her all evening anyway," Paul noted.
Sensing the level of Paul's upset, Sue clutched his arm closely. "I'm sorry, Paul. Hey, what's your bathroom like?"
Jerry had melted away. "What do you want to see my bathroom for?"
"Because I figure the terrace is full, and the bedroom also." Dragging Paul by the hand, she made her way to the bathroom. A quick check revealed the room to be empty and she turned to lock the door behind them.
Paul was obviously angry. "Had a good time?"
"You're jealous," she accused him, secretly very pleased.
"Damn right I'm jealous," Paul shot back. "You've been making up to every man in the place tonight."
She stepped toward him and twined her arms around his neck, pulling his head down for an open mouthed, blatantly sexy kiss. His hands went around her, pulling her in against him, squeezing the breath from her lungs. He was so big he lifted her feet from the floor, crushing her tightly to him. Finally, out of breath, he let her down.
"Is that better?" she asked humbly.
"Let me get rid of all these people," he remarked.
"That would not be good of a host, now would it?" she told him, touching his chin with her forefinger.
"The party's almost over anyway," he commented.
"I know, but not tonight. I have to get home tonight."
"You're a tease," he accused her.
"I'm sorry, but I really do have to go home," she apologized. "But first, I'll prove I'm not a tease." Boldly she stepped up to him, confident of her control over him now. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him again. His hands sought and found her buttocks and she let him pull her pelvis tightly against him. When her skirt slid upward, she let him feel her naked ass, his fingers seeking and prying into the crack. Her passions boiled as his hands lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around him, grinding her pelvis against him. His fingers probed below her hips, finding the juicy tissues of her cunt, triggering a blast of excitement in Sue.
"Oh, yes," she hissed, encouraging his exploration of her.
Lifting her, he placed her on the wash stand and backed away from her for a moment. She kept her legs spread, her skirt high on her thighs, exposing her cunt to his view as she did so. At the same time, she pushed the straps of her dress down her arms, baring her breasts for his hands to capture. For long minutes she let him play with her tits, pinching her nipples, his eyes hungry on her. Gently, she toyed with his cock without unfastening his pants, feeling the hard bulk through the cloth. The sound of the crowded party just outside the door added to her excitement.
"Kiss my breasts," she ordered huskily, and he bowed his head to comply, suckling eagerly at her tits. She gazed down on his crew cut head then finally pushed him away.
There was a pounding on the door. "Hey, anybody in there?"
Paul muttered a curse under his breath. "Coming," he shouted.
Quickly, Sue hopped down off the wash stand, her skirt falling back into place.
"When can I see you again?" Paul asked as she was covering her breasts.
Sue shrugged the dress into place and checked her reflection in the mirror, ignoring the increasingly frantic pounding on the door. "I don't know. Maybe next weekend."
"Just a minute," Paul called out to the person outside the bathroom. "How about dinner here next Saturday?"
"Maybe. Why don't you call me at work Monday?" Sue suggested.
"Okay, I'll call you Monday." Paul finally gave in.
"You're a dear." Sue gave him a quick kiss before unlocking the door. "Hello, Harry," she greeted the stocky balding man impatiently stamping his feet and looking agonized.
"I should have known it was you," he growled, pushing hurriedly past her, ricocheting off of Paul in his haste.
"Can I walk you home?" Paul offered.
"No, thank you, Paul. It's just around the corner. I'll be all right," Sue assured him. "You're the host. You'd better keep an eye on your liquor supply."
Reluctantly, Paul turned away from her. When she reached the door, Jerry Danvers suddenly appeared at her elbow.
"Leaving so soon?"
"Early to bed and early to rise," Sue quipped.
"Mind if I walk with you?"
"Not at all," Sue answered, letting him take her arm.
She failed to see Paul glaring at her as she went out the door with Jerry Danvers. Paul started to take a step toward the door, but was stopped by Kate suddenly blocking his path.
CHAPTER 3
"Paul, I didn't say I'd be able to make it next Saturday," Sue argued, trying to keep her voice down. The door to her boss' office was open and out of the comer of her eye she could see him casting an occasional glance at her.
"Well, I'm sorry you broke a date with Kate, but I didn't promise anything about next Saturday." Inside, Sue was gloating over Paul's anger and frustration. The knowledge that he had gone so far as to break a date with Kate gave Sue's ego an additional boost.
"I told you, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your weekend." Idly, Sue toyed with a paper clip. Her boss caught her eye and she cast her eyes heavenward to indicate her helplessness with the phone call.
"Look, Paul, I have to go. My boss is having a cow." She paused. "All right, a week from Saturday is fine. I'll even write it down on my calendar so there's no mistake this time." Sue indicated she would be right with her boss. "I'm looking forward to seeing you, too, Paul. Good-bye."
After hanging up, Sue let a smile of satisfaction flicker across her face as she picked up her steno book. Patting her skirt into place as she got up, Sue posed prettily, defusing her boss' anger with her sexiness. Paul's jealousy over her was increasing Sue's confidence greatly. On the walk home from the party, she had been unable to worm a date with Jerry Danvers despite her best efforts. She had no plans for the coming Saturday at all, but had no intention of letting Paul know that. The big man's jealousy and frustration were reward enough for an evening at home alone. And besides, something else just might come up anyway.
As it turned out, nothing did.
On the Saturday of her date with Paul, Sue was again checking her wardrobe over very carefully. Meeting Paul on his home ground was riskier than at her apartment, and Sue looked for added insurance to keep the big man under her control. A few minutes work with a needle and thread tightened the button holes on the satin blouse she planned to wear. She selected her tightest pair of slacks and gave the button fly on them the same treatment. The tightness of the slacks prevented her from wearing any panties under them, but she felt certain things would not progress that far. A bra, however, was a necessity. Figuring that Paul might well get inside her blouse, she selected one of her more daring and insubstantial ones, one that displayed the tops of her breasts almost to her nipples. Carefully she bent the hooks in the back to make it as difficult as possible to unfasten. With the date set for seven-thirty, Sue deliberately waited until almost eight o'clock before leaving her apartment.
When Paul greeted her at his door, she let him draw her in for a long, hot kiss, but kept her lips closed to his probing tongue.
"I thought you weren't coming," the big man stated.
"I got held up," Sue explained, letting him help her with her light coat. Paul had gone all out for the evening. The dining table was set with gleaming flatware, lighted by two tall candles in silver holders. The rest of the apartment was barely lighted with candles on the end tables and coffee table. From the distance they had burned down, Sue knew he had lighted them long before her actual arrival.
"What would you like to drink?" Paul asked after hanging up her coat.
"Gin and tonic," Sue ordered. "Gee, this is really nice. You shouldn't have gone to so much trouble."
"It was nothing," Paul replied.
"It was, too. I mean, candles and everything? I'm really impressed. Thank you." She accepted the drink from him. Settling down in an easy chair, she dunked the ice cubes a few times with a carefully manicured fingernail.
"You look lovely this evening, as usual," Paul complimented her.
"Thank you," Sue acknowledged graciously. As they sipped their drinks, the conversation drifted casually. Sue posed for him, her back straight to emphasize her breasts, her slender legs crossed. There was something lurking behind his smile and admiration, but Sue was unable to determine exactly what it was. Perhaps it was wariness, or anger. She tried to think of anything she had done recently that might be bothering him. Her ploy the previous weekend could hardly explain his hidden irritation now.
Finally she decided it was her imagination and ceased worrying about it. "What's for dinner?" she asked.
"Steaks, baked potatoes and green salad," Paul replied.
"Yum, sounds delicious. I'm hungry."
"Why don't you just relax out here while I cook the steaks," Paul suggested.
"Are you sure I can't help?"
"No, thanks anyway. I'll get them started and we can talk while they cook."
As he disappeared into the kitchen, Sue got up and surveyed the room in the dim light. For a bachelor Paul was an unusually good housekeeper, and she said so.
"I have a maid service," Paul informed her. "It costs less than you might think."
"Gosh, maybe I could use them, too."
"I'm afraid they're all booked up right now. How do you like your steak?"
"Medium rare."
A sizzling sound erupted from the kitchen, followed by a delicious aroma. As she passed the dining table, Sue eyed the bottle of red wine, its cork already loosened. Mentally she made a note to watch her liquor consumption. Out in Nebraska she had been able to sneak only an occasional beer when she was dating someone old enough to buy it legally. She was under no illusions regarding her capacity for booze.
In a few minutes, Paul was carrying steaming plates of food out of the kitchen. After helping Sue with her chair, he bent down and gave the side of her neck a quick kiss that sent ripples of pleasure through her. The steak was perfect, and the wine ideal. Throughout dinner, Paul urged more and more wine on her, but she resisted. In spite of her care, she felt herself growing giddy. Finally, her plate polished clean, she declined an offer of more wine and leaned back in her chair.
"Why don't you go in the living room while I clear the table and get us some sherry?" Paul suggested. "I have some tarts for dessert, but perhaps you'd like to save them for later."
"Fine," Sue said. Trying to hide her unsteadiness, she made her way into the living room and settled down on the couch. She suddenly became aware of the background music. It had a strange primitive beat, and she felt her pulse matching the subtle rhythms.
"Here you are." Paul handed her a delicate stemmed glass filled to the brim with a deep amber liquid. Carefully, Sue sipped it; a sweet, nutlike taste filled her mouth. She barely noticed the warmth as the few drops trickled down her throat.
Sitting down beside her, Paul placed a cut glass decanter on the coffee table in front of them. He put an arm around Sue's shoulders and she let him pull her over against him, snuggling against his side. Letting her mind drift with the music, she sipped more of her sherry. Paul's finger caressed her shoulder gently, lulling her. The aroma of incense filled the air, and she noticed a tiny pyramid emitting a thin trail of smoke from its top. When Paul's hand tilted her head upward for a kiss she stared deep into his eyes, then complied, her lips softening as their mouths met. The touch of his mouth was like an electric shock, sending ripples of goosebumps down her back. His arm was strong around her.
At first she sealed her lips against his tongue, but then yielded, opening her mouth to him and letting him gently explore her teeth for a moment. Before she lost control of herself she broke the kiss.
"Whew, this is strong stuff," she commented, raising her glass as a barrier between them.
Paul lifted the glass from her hand and set it on the table. Then he gripped the side of her head firmly but gently and drew her face toward his. His kiss was harder now, more demanding. Sue tried reciting multiplication tables to keep her senses, but lost track of what she was doing at three times four. His tongue wedged her mouth open, and her resistance wavered as he brushed the roof of her mouth with his tongue. The taste of sherry was strong on his breath, further thrilling her as she returned his kiss. His hand left her neck and stroked down over her blouse, coming to rest on her breast. His fingers were gentle as they traced the contours of her breast, feeling out the lines of her bra, measuring the tender mound. Sue felt her passions rising with the barely felt touch of his fingers. Fighting the urge to do otherwise, she gently pushed him away and reached again for her sherry. He let her pull away slightly and sipped his own drink.
Sue tried to gather her senses and break the mood by saying something, but before she could Paul had again taken her glass from her. His hand slid up her torso to cup her breast again as he drew her in for another kiss. He was bolder now, massaging the soft mound of her breast, slipping the satin of her blouse over her lacy bra. His tongue plunged into her mouth, exploring its innermost recesses. Sue's passions burned hotter than ever as she dueled his tongue with her own. Her Hippies were hard and painfully erect inside her bra. Paul's fingers were boldly exploring her breasts through her blouse and bra, tracing along the upper edge of the cups, teasing at the straps, then squeezing her breasts, making the fabric of the bra pinch her nipples slightly, creating pain to mix with the pleasure.
His fingers found the top button of her blouse and began to struggle with it. The small buttonhole frustrated his attempts, and Sue used the opportunity to regain her senses and pull away. Taking a deep breath, she managed to control her emotions. "Whew, I've had too much to drink. Could I use your bathroom?"
Paul seemed unconcerned at her withdrawal. "Help yourself. I'll turn over the records."
On unsteady legs she made her way to the bathroom. The buttons on her slacks gave her a hard time, but finally she managed to lower the garment and use the toilet. After finishing, she tucked her blouse into her pants as deeply and tightly as possible. A quick pat of her hand rearranged her disordered hair, and with the tip of one finger she removed a slight smudge of lipstick from her teeth. Deep in her eyes, Sue could see the uneasiness she felt inside. Paul's many pronged assault of music, wine, incense, and romance was having its effect on her, and she was worried about her ability to maintain control of the situation. The thought of the ease with which she had manipulated him so far, and his general courtesy, reassured her. Taking a deep breath to further steady herself, she left the bathroom.
Paul politely stood up when she returned to the couch, then settled next to her. Sue reached for her glass as if it were a life preserver, then thought better of it and set it down without taking a sip. Paul's hands turned her toward him as he lifted her chin. The strength of his hand on her jaw forbade anything more than token resistance. He was determined to take up where he had left off. Sue struggled weakly in his grasp, then found herself returning his demanding kiss. His hand sought and found her breasts again, massaging the soft mounds more demandingly than ever. The short break had given Sue a chance to regain her composure and his touch had less of an effect on her now, as she kept her emotions in tight reign. She didn't resist his explorations until she felt him again working at the top of her blouse. When she felt it yield, she managed to struggle free of his encircling arm.
"Let's slow down a little," she pleaded.
"It's a little late for that, don't you think?" Paul asked. There was an unfamiliar note of hardness in his voice.
"What do you mean?" Suddenly frightened, Sue looked up at Paul. His face was hard, chilling her blood.
"You've been teasing and toying with me for better than two weeks now."
"No, no I haven't," Sue denied.
"Now it's about time you produced," Paul continued, reaching for her again.
"Stay away from me," Sue cried, pushing against him with both hands. Suddenly his big hand trapped one of her wrists, then the other.
"You're a tease and it's time you learned a lesson," Paul said, his voice deadly in its tone.
"I'm not," Sue argued, trying to tug her hands free of his vise-like grip.
"You're also a liar," Paul continued.
"I'm not," Sue screamed, jerking free. "You stay away from me!" She tried to get up, but Paul grabbed the collar of her blouse. With a tug he wrenched her toward him.
A sudden jerk of his hands ripped the buttons off her blouse, scattering them wildly. Before she could react he had yanked the blouse down her back, the sleeves bunching up, trapping her arms behind her. Her breasts heaved in the barely adequate bra as she struggled to get free.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson someone should have taught you a long time ago," Paul growled, his big hand gripping the back of her neck. With a powerful jerk of his arm he dumped her face down across his lap.
"What are you doing to me?" Sue screamed, her face being ground into the cushions of the couch. She struggled futilely to free her arms. Paul trapped her legs under one of his thighs, rendering her completely helpless. Her breasts were painfully crushed against his muscular leg, her nose mashed into the couch. Suddenly there was a powerful stinging slap on her buttocks.
"You are a liar and a tease," Paul stated. Sue flinched as a second painful slap hit her raised buttocks. "On our first date, you said your roommate was coming home soon. You don't have a roommate." Sue's scream was muffled by the couch. Her ass was beginning to burn. "Two weeks ago, you teased every man in sight and did your damndest to make me jealous." Three more spanks burned Sue's ass as Paul said this.
"Stop it, please stop it!" Sue pleaded, tears pouring from her eyes as the spanking continued.
"And last weekend, you didn't have a date," Paul went on, alternating his blows on first one cheek of her ass, then the other.
"Stop, stop, stop, stop," Sue pleaded helplessly, her voice torn by sobs of pain as blow after blow was rained down on her upraised bottom. The pressure of Paul's hand on the back of her neck was unrelenting as he pressed her face into the sofa. The beating seemed to last for hours. In spite of her incredible agony, Sue was dimly aware of a strange ball of excitement growing in her gut. The relentless spanking was triggering unexpected passions in her. Something hard was prodding her in the belly from Paul's lap, and one corner of her mind recorded the fact numbly. The beating was exciting Paul as much as it was her.
As the spanking went on, and Sue's agony and pleasure both increased, her mind recalled the beatings she had received from her father. More than once her errors had been corrected by the application of a hairbrush to her bare bottom, until the day she had seen the same reaction in her father that she was getting from Paul. After that last beating, her father had never laid a hand on her again, no matter what the provocation.
After what seemed like hours, Sue came to realize that the blows had stopped. Her ass was a mass of flame. Keeping her legs trapped beneath his thigh, Paul tipped her up so she-was kneeling. Through her tears, she saw him eyeing her hungrily and struggled to free her arms, hunching her shoulders, trying to minimize the thrust of her breasts. Suddenly Paul grabbed her bra between the cups. With one hand on her chest to steady her, he gave an incredibly powerful wrench, ripping the bra off her, the straps burning her skin as they seared across it.
"What are you doing?" Sue screamed, struggling to get free.
"Something I should have done a long time ago," Paul replied. A powerful rip of his hands sent the buttons flying from her pants as he pulled them apart brutally.
He released her legs, but before she could react, a push against her chest sent her flying backward on the couch. Before she could move he had stripped her pants off her, tearing them in the process. Kicking herself free, stripped except for her blouse, Sue tried to get away, only to have Paul rip her blouse off her with one pull of his hand. Before she could escape he had grabbed her and flipped her over his massive shoulder as if she were a doll. Hanging head down over his back, she beat and kicked at him futilely as he carried her into the bedroom.
He threw her down on her back and before she could roll aside his massive weight crushed down on her, driving the breath from her lungs. The bedspread felt like sandpaper on her tender buttocks. Grabbing one of her hands, he pulled her arm straight and slipped something over her wrist. Terrified, Sue looked up to discover a loop of rope linking her wrist to the head of the bed. Before she could react he'd done the same thing with her other wrist, then he rolled off her. She kicked frantically as he grabbed for her ankle, but his strength was too much for her as he relentlessly straightened her leg and slipped another loop of rope over her ankle. It was only a moment's work to trap her other leg, leaving her helplessly spreadeagled on her back. A few quick adjustments tightened the ropes, stretching her tight. Naked, helpless, totally exposed, she glared up at him fearfully as he towered over her, his eyes burning over her naked body. Her legs spread wide, she could feel the cool air on the insides of her thighs, and on her totally vulnerable cunt.
Paul grinned with satisfaction as he stared down on her. Languidly he began to unbutton his shirt. "I think it's about time you really learned what life is all about."
"You'll never get away with his," Sue hissed.
"When I get through with you, you'll be begging for more," Paul replied confidently. "And even if you aren't, you won't do anything." He tossed his shirt in the corner and kicked off his loafers. His torso rippled with muscles as he unbuckled his belt. Sue's eyes were drawn to his prick, tenting out his underpants, as he skinned down his trousers and tossed them aside casually.
"I'm going to tame you," he remarked, stripping off his last garment. Sue gasped at the sight of his erect cock, a monstrous pink-capped shaft. Helplessly she writhed against her bonds, the sight of his massive organ terrifying her.
Paul settled beside her on the bed. She twisted her head awkwardly in order to keep an eye on his huge prick. He reached out and gripped her chin with his hand, relentlessly turning her head. His lips bore down on hers, his tongue prying at her mouth. In spite of herself, Sue found herself responding, her lips opening as his tongue bored brutally into her mouth. As she struggled against her bonds, Sue felt her passions rising. She tried to bite his lips as his teeth lashed with hers and new waves of passion swept through her straining body.
As he kissed her, Paul's hand swept down from her face to capture one of her breasts. The palm of his hand rasped over her nipple, making it burn with both pain and pleasure as it tightened even more. His fingers plucked at the hard little peak, twisting and rolling it, then he shifted his hand to her other breast, treating it just as roughly, just as excitingly.
"I told you you'd like it," Paul chuckled as he felt her responding. He backed off and watched her reactions as he toyed with her tits, pinching and tugging at her nipples with both hands now. Her helplessness seemed to add immensely to his excitement. His eyes glittered as he watched her.
"My God, my God," Sue whimpered, rolling her head helplessly as wave after wave of fire roared through her, spreading outward from her abused breasts.
It seemed as if he played with her for hours. She was soon weeping with pleasure and frustration, pleading with him hysterically.
"You're going to find out what it's like to be really teased," Paul promised. He traced a fiery exciting line down her belly, stretched taut by the ropes and her own passions. His fingers sought into her bush, and she rocked her pelvis frantically, undecided if she was trying to escape or admit him. He easily found her slit and began to toy with it, running a finger along it. Her juices were already flowing, lubricating his path as he worked at her.
"Ahhhh," Sue wailed, her head twisting and rolling, the cords on her neck standing out with excitement. Her pelvis had a life of its own, twisting and rolling frantically as Paul toyed with her cunt, brushing her sensitive clitoris from time to time, then pausing at the opening of her vagina. A crying need for something inside her cunt made Sue squirm frantically, as Paul continued to torment her.
"What do you want?" Paul asked through teeth clenched with his own passions.
"I want ... I want," Sue gasped, unable to squeeze out the words.
"Tell me what you want," Paul demanded.
"I w-want you," Sue gasped.
"You want me to do what?"
"I want you," Sue wailed, avoiding the word she knew he wanted to hear.
"You want me to do what?" Paul was relentless. A jerk of his hand sent an agonizing blast of pleasure through Sue, leaving her weak and desperate for more.
"I want you to fuck me."
"Beg for it," Paul demanded.
"Fuck me, oh please, fuck me," Sue cried. She was delirious with desire now.
"Again, beg for it," Paul ordered.
"Oh, my God, please, please fuck me, fuck me," Sue screamed.
Her mind was a muddled mixture of terror and hope as she felt Paul move between her thighs. In all her years of tormenting men, she had remained a virgin. Now, in just a second, all that was going to be blasted away, and her mind cried out in helpless terror. She felt his cock brush her cunt and her body betrayed her with a blast of desire and passion. Again, the tip of the mighty rod brushed her cunt, sending another wash of flame roaring through her. Her muscles pulled and strained against the unyielding ropes holding her spreadeagled on the bed.
Paul's cock nestled at the gates to her vagina, and she felt her pelvis rocking up to meet it. He held back, still teasing her until she was crying with desire. Suddenly it was in her, tearing her hymen apart, a shock wave of burning pain wrenching a scream from her. Without hesitation he drove his big cock into her, brutally stretching her unused channel open as he pistoned into her. The initial flash of pain dissolved to a dull ache that was mixed with pleasure as he drove deeper and deeper into her. She was delirious with both pleasure and shock, her pelvis rocking and twisting with a life of its own as Paul rammed deeper and deeper into her. Her pleasure roared higher, driving cries of joy from her until his pubic bone crashed against hers, grinding her clitoris into a pulp of total joy. Faster and faster his hips rocked, his cock pistoning in and out of her, his balls swinging up against her ass.
A climax roared over her, driving her insane with pleasure, then another one and still another, until nothing existed except that incredible pounding cock buried in her belly. She felt Paul stiffen and instinctively she tightened the muscles of her vagina, squeezing and milking at his prick as it began to pulse, then shoot jets of hot sperm deep into her belly. As he collapsed down on her, his weight driving the wind from her, she blasted to another climax, her juices gushing outward around his cock as its pulsing and jetting slowly died away. As her pleasure gradually declined, the ache of her shattered virginity intruded again into her consciousness. Burying her head against his shoulder, she stifled her sobs.
CHAPTER 4
After a few minutes, Paul got up from Sue, leaving her gasping weakly for breath. Lifting her head, she looked up as he towered at the foot of the bed, his now limp cock dripping juices tinged pink with her virgin blood.
"Let me go," she pleaded weakly.
Paul shook his head, obviously pleased with her helplessness. "I'm not done with you yet. You've just begun to learn your lesson."
She watched him fearfully as he moved around the room, not bothering to dress. He got a Polaroid camera from the closet and studied her carefully. Finally, standing on one side of her, he began to line up a shot.
"What are you doing?" Sue's voice caught in her throat. She could feel their mingled juices on her cunt and thighs drying to a sticky consistency.
Paul cocked the camera. "Insuring your cooperation in the future."
The flash blinded Sue, making her turn her head away. "Wh ... what are you doing?" she asked again, futilely struggling against her ropes.
Paul moved toward her feet and focused the camera again. "I wonder how your boss would feel if he received these pictures of you?"
"You're mad!" Sue struggled harder against the cruel ropes as a flashbulb popped at her again, flooding her with light.
Paul peeled off the second picture and studied it carefully, then moved to the foot of the bed. "You are going to be my slave." The camera flashed again as he took a picture from the foot of the bed straight up into her naked cunt. With her head raised to watch him, Sue was staring down between the flattened mounds of her breasts. A few wisps of her pubic hair, darkened and sticky with come, stuck up over the slight rise of her belly.
"You wouldn't dare show him those pictures."
"Why wouldn't I? Ah, that's a good one. Shows your face perfectly and leaves nothing to the imagination."
Sue suddenly became aware of what she was doing and turned her head aside as he prepared to snap the next shot. "You bastard," she said to the wall. She found herself staring at herself in a mirror.
"It's too late to do any good by turning away," Paul informed her. "I'm going to break you, just the way they break horses."
"You'll never get away with this," Sue snarled, glaring at him, refusing to blink as the camera flashed again.
Paul stripped the picture from the camera and shook his head. "Oh, but you're wrong. I will get away with it. In fact, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be grateful for what I've done."
"I'll kill you," she swore venomously.
Paul checked the last picture and set it aside, then sat next to her on the bed. "No you won't. For one thing, you're not a killer. And for another thing, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be glad to serve me in any way that I tell you to."
Sue glared into his eyes. His heavy, hot hand descended again on her naked breast, his palm pressing the mass of flesh hard against her ribs. In spite of her fear and anger, her nipple hardened against his palm. As he toyed with her breast, she wrenched her eyes from him, turning her head away and tugging at her ropes. The cords cut into her wrists, and the pain stirred memories in her mind, memories of a game of cowboys and Indians played with her older brother, and of being tied to a tree for an entire afternoon while he danced around her. Young as she had been that afternoon so long ago, her helpless position before her brother had stirred flickers of pleasure in her gut.
The ropes cutting into her wrists now reminded her of her present helplessness before Paul, and her passions began to rise. As she turned her head and looked at him, her eyes pleading, he bent his head and his lips brushed her nipple, bringing a gasp from her. He nibbled at the hard bud of her tit with his lips, sending jolts of fire through her. She writhed, trying to lift her breasts for more of his attention, and he sensed what she wanted. Teasing her excruciatingly, he continued to play with her nipple, then nipped at it with his teeth. They felt sharp and painful on the engorged flesh, bringing a sharp, inhaled cry of pain-pleasure from Sue.
Pleased by her reaction, he chuckled, and the vibrations of his voice and the warm air of his breath seemed to make Sue's entire body ring like a bell. She felt the deep tones of his voice all the way down in her cunt, triggering a fresh flow of juices.
"Oh, God," she whispered softly as he batted her nipple with his tongue, sending jolts of fire through her. Her hips began to writhe and twist, her ankles pulling against the ropes spreading her legs. Finally Paul lifted his head and looked into her eyes, reading the pleading there. Instead of settling between her thighs, he moved over her, straddling her chest, his buttocks pressing down on her breasts. She felt her ribs creaking with his weight until he lifted himself off her.
She looked at him, and his prick bobbed at her chin, erect and hard again. "Put it in me," she pleaded.
Paul's smile was hard. "Oh, I will put it in you, but not where you want."
She caught his meaning and her gorge rose. "No, you wouldn't," she whispered, fighting down her nausea.
"Suck it," he ordered, his hands reaching for her head. She fought his pull as he raised her head, bringing her mouth toward the bobbing tip of his cock.
"Suck it," he ordered again, as the end of his prick brushed her lips. She tried to squeeze them shut, to bar him from her, but found her mouth opening to accept him in spite of her wishes. The grip of his fingers tangled in her air was brutal, seeming to pull the auburn tresses out by the roots, forcing her to open her mouth further. Her lips closed over the head of his big cock and her tongue explored it gingerly. It tasted metallic and salty, and her stomach tried to rebel when she realized she was tasting the dried juices of her previous ravishment.
"Suck it," Paul ordered, his fingers twisting cruelly in her hair. Hesitantly, Sue accepted more of the rod in her mouth as he pulled unforgivingly on her head. Inch by inch, she accepted his cock into her mouth, her tongue rubbing over its underside. She fought the urge to choke as he rammed his prick toward the back of her throat. His hands held her head locked in place.
As he drove the tool into her, Sue felt her passions rising slowly in spite of her disgust. Something about the big mass in her mouth and Paul's unrelenting pressure on her head was building her desire as she sucked his cock. He began to guide her head and move his hips, driving his cock in and out of her mouth, ramming it down her throat, making her gag on the big mass. She sucked and slurped at the big prick, her saliva pouring out around it from her own excitement. Her cunt was twisting and jerking with his moves, hungry for the mass in her mouth. Faster and faster he moved her head, his cock bruising her mouth with its powerful thrusts.
Sue could sense his climax approaching and panicked, trying to spit the big tool out, terrified he was about to come into her mouth.
"Unh-uh, you're not ready for that yet," Paul agreed, pulling his rampant organ out of her mouth.
As he settled back on her, his weight crushing her again, she closed her eyes and turned her head away, fighting to keep from vomiting. Her cunt felt hungry and empty. Suddenly, Paul was there, his cock just inside her cunt, and she felt an incredible surge of desire to have him bury his full length in her vagina. Instead, he tormented her with just the tip of his big tool.
"You want it again, don't you?"
"Yes," Sue hissed. "Please."
"How badly do you want it?" Paul asked.
"Oh, God, more than anything," Sue cried, her cunt aching with need.
Paul was gritting his teeth, battling his own desire to slam his cock into her. "Tell me again what you want."
"Fuck me. Please, please, fuck me, fuck me." Sue's voice rose to a scream.
"No," Paul snapped, suddenly drawing back from her and standing up.
"Oh, please," Sue whined.
"Just watch," Paul ordered as he stood next to her. He gripped his cock in one fist and began to pump it. Sue's eyes fastened on the big prick as Paul masturbated slowly. Inches from her face was the thing she wanted so much to fill her aching cunt and it was being denied her. Faster and faster Paul's hand moved, and Sue felt her cunt spasming hungrily in time with his moves. She strained desperately against the ropes, trying to reach what she wanted so badly. Her mouth was watering with desire as she watched the bobbing pink head of Paul's cock. Suddenly he stopped pumping and the big tool began to jerk in his hand, seeming to swell further. It began to spout, hesitantly at first, then jetting pulses of white semen from its tip. The white globs sprayed outward over Sue, spattering down on her throat and chest, a few drops spraying as far as her lips. With her tongue she reached out and tasted the juice, her own climax hanging just out of reach, driving her half insane with unfulfilled desire.
After his spoutings died away, Paul moved away from her, gathering up the pictures and locking them away. After they were secure he finally released her wrists. She was too weak to do more than drag her arms down to her sides, her muscles complaining. As she rubbed her wrists, she felt him untying her ankles. Weakly she rolled into a ball on the bed. In spite of everything, her cunt was still burning with desire.
"Get up," Paul ordered. Awkwardly, she struggled to comply. He offered her no help, leaving her alone to battle her weariness and stiffness.
"Get me a drink," he ordered casually.
Sue managed to struggle to her feet. "My ... my clothes ... " she stuttered, her voice failing her.
"Never mind your clothes, get me a drink," Paul ordered again. "Scotch on the rocks." His tone left no room for argument. On shaking legs Sue moved to comply. Finally she managed to locate a glass and ice and pour a shot of Scotch.
"Stand over there in the corner," Paul ordered after taking the glass from her. Moving slowly, Sue followed his directions and leaned up against the wall.
"I said stand, not lean," Paul snapped. Exhausted, Sue moved away from the wall and stood, slumping with weariness. "Hands at your sides," Paul ordered, and Sue complied, moving her hands from where they had shielded her cunt from view.
Paul sat across the room from her, his feet up on the coffee table, as nude as she was. Reaching up to a pole lamp next to him, he flicked on one of the conical lights and aimed it at her, spotlighting her harshly. She stood there, trying to hold onto the last remnants of her pride as he studied her critically.
"How tall are you?" he asked.
"Five foot three," she mumbled.
"Speak up!"
"Five foot three," she repeated, louder.
"How much do you weigh?"
"A hundred and five."
"Kind of skinny," Paul commented. "How old are you?"
Sue started to lie, then thought better of it. "Nineteen," she admitted.
"I didn't think you were twenty-one," Paul grunted. "At least you're young enough to be trainable."
It seemed like he kept her there for hours, studying her carefully. From time to time he would ask her a question or give her an order to turn or pose a certain way. As she stood there, his eyes studying her, she felt her unfulfilled desire simmering slowly, deep inside. Hidden reserves of strength were permitting her to study him as he watched her. His massive body was solid muscle. Even in response, his cock was impressive as it dropped over his balls. The sight of the rod that had so recently torn her virginity to shreds stirred new desires in Sue, and she eyed it hungrily. She began to put life in her posing, and was rewarded when the limp tool stirred to life again.
"Spread your legs," Paul ordered. Sue obeyed, then arched her back slightly to make her breasts stand more enticingly out from her chest. Her nipples hardened with desire as she saw Paul's cock respond to her posing. From feeling helpless, Sue began to develop a feeling of power over the man again. She determined not to let him rule her, but to rule him with her body.
"Go home," Paul ordered.
"What?" Sue could not believe she had heard correctly.
"I said, go home," Paul repeated. "No, wait a minute."
Hope lurched upward in Sue, her cunt burning with desire for him. She stopped abruptly a few feet from him when he held up a hand.
"First, we'd better establish some rules. One thing you're never to forget is that I have those pictures. You're not tamed yet and I know it. If you try to get away, those pictures will go not only to your boss, but to your parents out in Nebraska."
"You wouldn't!"
"If I had to, I would," Paul informed her firmly. "Now, when I call you, you come-immediately, no matter what you are doing." He saw the glint of refusal in her eyes. "Remember the pictures. You come here, no matter what. Understand?"
Sue nodded, mutely, watching him warily.
"You'll speak only when you are spoken to. You'll dress only as I direct you to dress. When you come over here, you will not wear any underwear under any circumstances. You will never wear slacks or shorts unless I tell you to, only dresses and skirts. None of your dresses or skirts will come lower than your knees. Clear?"
Sue nodded again, anger burning in her.
"Good. When we're together, you'll obey my orders to the letter. Understand? This is true whether we're here or in public. If I tell you to jump, the only thing you ask is how high, while you're on the way up. Understand? Do you understand?"
Sue managed to find her voice. "Yes, Paul."
"Good. Now go home."
"My ... my clothes," Sue stuttered.
"Wear your coat. I ruined your clothes."
Sue started to argue, then thought better of it. Silently she got her skimpy thigh-length coat out of the closet. The fabric was harsh on the sensitive tips of her breasts as she slipped it on and buttoned it. The bottom button was above her crotch, making her afraid her cunt would show as she walked.
"I'll call you tomorrow," Paul informed her as she opened the door. "Make sure you're home."
"Yes, Paul," Sue said humbly as she closed the door behind her. Her legs shook as she made her way slowly downstairs, then out to the street. As she hurried home, the hem of the coat brushed her bare thighs, seeming to burn them. The cool night air dried the last lingering juices on her bare thighs, making her more aware than ever of her nakedness under the coat. Terrified of meeting someone, but afraid to run for fear of attracting attention, she walked quickly back to her apartment. She felt as if everyone she met on the street stared after her as she hurried along! the hem of the coat just below her buttocks. Stray breezes kept trying to spread it open and she clutched it desperately to keep herself covered. With a sigh of relief she made it to the lobby of her apartment house and dug the keys out of her pocket.
After she locked her door, she leaned against it, her heartbeat gradually slowing. She thought of Paul and anger flared to life, making her throw her keys across the room to smash against the wall. Ripping off her coat, she stomped nude into the living room, furious.
She tried to think of a way of escaping his trap, but the pictures hung over her like a dark cloud. She had no doubt he would use them just as he had claimed. Her boss' reaction could be predicted only in that it would be unpleasant. An unattractive, balding lecher, he had made more than one unsubtle suggestion to Sue already. For amusement, and to compensate for her lack of secretarial skills, Sue had toyed with him, taunting him with her body. If he were to see the pictures, he would be sure he could have her.
More certain was the reaction of her parents. Her mother had had a weak heart for years and the photographs would finish her off. Those pictures had to be kept out of circulation at all costs.
Remembering how the pictures had been taken tickled excitement back to life in Sue. Restlessly, she got up from the couch and went to take a shower. She saw no escape from Paul, but his continued domination of her was equally impossible as far as she was concerned. Her only hope was to regain her dominance of him by the use of her body. Her posing had had an obvious and dramatic effect on him, she recalled. As she allowed herself to remember the evening, her passions began to flicker to life, making her nipples harden as she soaped her breasts. The steaming water pouring down over her skin loosened the tight knots of muscle in her back, gradually relaxing her as her cunt grew moist with excitement. Remembering her total "helplessness as she was tied spreadeagled on the bed brought a new rush of passion, making her nipples harden further. As her tits demanded more attention, she granted it with her fingers, tugging at the hard knots of flesh, then rolling them. She remembered Paul's lips suckling at her boobs, and felt another wash of excitement blaze through her. She turned, letting the water pour down over her belly, the hot streams rushing through her pubic hair, heating her cunt anew. Playing with her breasts with one hand, she adjusted the shower head to provide a solid stream of water, then angled it toward her cunt. As she spread her legs and rocked her cunt forward toward the stream, she recalled how Paul had driven his big cock through her hymen with a single powerful thrust. A slight twinge reminded her of that pain, and further built her excitement.
For years she had retained her virginity as a challenge to the men she had teased. Now it was gone, and she didn't miss it. The hot stream of water pounded her cunt, and Sue roared to an abrupt climax, her frustration from Paul's earlier toying washed away with the water. Squeezing and pinching her breasts, she thrilled to the memory of Paul's big body, his powerful arms and legs, at the center of his being, his glorious, big cock. Her mouth watered and another climax washed over her as she remembered how it had filled her mouth with its hot bulk. She wondered if she would ever have him come in her mouth, and the thought of the wads of semen rocketing into her throat, spilling out her lips, drove her to still another climax.
As she gradually settled back from her self-induced orgasms, Sue vowed that she would again feel Paul's big shaft driving into her gut, filling her vagina with his sperm. And it was to be on her own terms, not on his. His domination of her was a challenge, as anger drove any thought of escape from her mind. She'd break him before he broke her, somehow.
As she dried herself, her eyes strayed to her reflection and she studied her body. A little skinny, Paul had said. Critically, Sue debated his remark, then disallowed it. Her breasts were large and firm, not the skimpy mounds Kate had tried to bolster with padding. Sue knew her hips were curved and rounded the way a woman's should be, while her waist was tiny. Her softly rounded belly curved smoothly to the triangle of hair shielding her cunt. Satisfied with herself, she winked at her reflection and made her way to bed. Exhausted, she dropped immediately off to sleep.
CHAPTER 5
The harsh ringing of the telephone slowly woke Sue from a deep, dream-troubled sleep. As she levered herself up in bed and fought to get her eyes focused, she had vague memories of dreams filled with rampaging Indians.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," she muttered as her feet sought her slippers blindly. As usual she had slept in the nude, so she had to struggle into her robe before making her way to the phone in the living room of the small apartment.
"Hello?"
"Come over." The sound of Paul's voice brought Sue suddenly awake, memories of the previous evening flooding her mind.
"What?"
"I said, come over," Paul repeated quietly.
"Go to hell," Sue growled and hung up.
When she was halfway back to the bed the phone rang again, the sound sending needles of pain into her ears and making her stagger. She fought the urge to answer the phone, but lost to the agony the bell was producing in her head.
"I said, come over," Paul repeated.
"You'll have to come and get me," Sue replied.
"You have twenty minutes to get over here."
"Go to hell." She hung up on him again. This time the phone remained silent as she made her way back to bed. Wearily she sat down, her mind gradually clearing. As she slowly gathered her wits, more memories of the previous night developed. Recalling the pictures taken by Paul and his threats, she shivered, suddenly afraid of what she had just done. Checking the clock, she realized she had no idea how much time was left until the deadline he had given her lapsed. Battling her still foggy mind, she staggered to the bathroom. The tangles in her hair resisted all attempts at order, finally forcing her to pin the red mass loosely on top of her head. A cold washcloth brought some life to her cheeks and reduced the bags under her eyes. Finally she touched up her lipstick. Just as she finished, the front doorbell rang.
Through the peephole she could see Paul standing just outside her door.
"How'd you get up here?" she demanded, making no move to open the door.
"The janitor let me in. Open up."
"Like hell I will."
"Open up before I kick the door down." Paul kept his voice reasonable.
"Go to hell."
Paul's first powerful kick against the door seemed to shake the entire building. When Sue looked out through the peephole, he was standing back in the middle of the hall, one foot raised. The impact of his heel against the door drove it back against Sue's forehead, sending her staggering back from it as the entire wall shivered from the blow.
Suddenly frightened, she moved to unlock the door. Her fingers were clumsy as she wrestled with the locks and chain. Just as Paul was preparing to deliver his next kick, she jerked the door open.
"Come in, damn it." Sue turned her back, stomping away from the door. She heard it close softly behind her and resisted the urge to turn around.
"Ready to come over?" Paul asked reasonably.
Keeping her back turned, Sue shook her head. "I'm not going."
"You are coming to my apartment."
Her eyes flashing defiance, Sue whirled on him. "Make me."
Paul gauged her resistance carefully, then stepped toward her.
Sue smiled slowly. "If you take me, it'll be nude." Provocatively she began to unfasten her robe, toying with the belt, then letting it drop loose. Posing for him carefully, she peeled her only garment back off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts felt full and exciting as she stood naked before him, his eyes raking her from head to toe. Her effect on him was immediate and obvious, giving Sue a feeling of power.
"All right, if that's the way you want it," Paul answered, moving toward her slowly, his hands reaching for her.
"You'll have to catch me first," Sue taunted, dancing out of reach.
Moving slowly and easily, Paul followed her as she backed away from him. He made a lunge and she dodged aside. His fingers brushed across one of her breasts, making it bounce, the nipple suddenly springing hard with the contact.
"The longer it takes me to catch you, the more you're going to regret it," Paul promised quietly.
"Bull," Sue shot back. Standing just out of reach she taunted him with her body. His lunge caught her off guard, but she succeeded in dancing aside, his fingers tearing across her side this time. She put the coffee table between them, spreading her legs and balancing her weight evenly on the balls of her feet, ready to dodge in either direction.
Paul hooked his foot around one leg of the small table and with a quick kick sent it clattering across the room. Caught by surprise, Sue barely managed to twist out of his grasp, his fingers leaving trails of red across her naked skin. Less confident now, she danced back farther out of reach, then sprinted for the bedroom. Before she could get the door closed his weight pounded against it, throwing her back into the room. The back of her legs struck the foot of the bed and she tumbled backward. Before she could move, Paul was on her, his weight driving the breath from her. She relaxed, prepared to accept his drives into her, expecting him to strip and pound his cock into her. Her cunt, itching with the excitement of the chase, was already slick with juices and ready for him. Instead, he wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her as easily as if she were a feather. Flipping her over his shoulder, he delivered two powerful stinging slaps to her buttocks before heading for the door.
"You're crazy," Sue cried, kicking and struggling, her buttocks aflame from the two spanks. She went still as he reached for the front door knob. "All right, I'll go, I'll go. Just let me get some clothes on," she agreed, suddenly realizing he was perfectly serious about carrying her stark naked down the street.
Paul seemed to debate for a moment, then turned away from the door. He set her on her feet with surprising gentleness. "Just put on the coat you wore last night."
"But ... " Sue started to protest, then gave in. "Yes, Paul."
Under his watchful eye she slipped on the short coat and buttoned it from top to bottom. Picking up her keys, he shoved her out the door, then locked it behind them. Sue clutched at the hem of the coat, trying to drag it down to cover more of her bareness.
"Let's go," Paul ordered, dropping her keys in his pocket. She hung her head, not meeting his eyes as they rode down in the elevator. Once out on the street, she clutched desperately at the hem of the coat, feeling as if thousands of eyes were prying at her nakedness.
Paul gave her no chance, reaching out and gripping one of her wrists tightly, dragging her along. She tried to keep the coat under control, but had to let it go to retain her balance as he dragged her along. The morning air was cool and a light breeze played games with the front of the coat, flipping the tails out to display flashes of exposed cunt.
Without pause, Paul shouldered his way through a crowd of church-goers, and Sue flamed red with embarrassment as they watched her, astonished. She wanted to run and hide, but Paul's hard grip on her wrist gave her no chance. After what seemed like hours, they arrived at his apartment. He pushed her ahead of him up the stairs, and she could feel his hot eyes on her buttocks as she scampered ahead of him. Someone came out of a door on one landing just as she passed it. As she continued up the stairs she heard a low wolf whistle and knew that the stranger had been able to see virtually everything beneath the short coat.
Unlocking the door, Paul shoved her into his apartment, then locked the door behind him. "Take off the coat," he ordered.
Sue looked at him, hoping for some escape, but his eyes were unforgiving. Dutifully, her face flaming with embarrassment, she shrugged out of the jacket and hung it up in the closet he indicated. Naked, she stood before him, her head bowed, her hands cupped over her cunt, her shoulders hunched to minimize her breasts.
"In the living room," he ordered.
She entered the room to find the litter from the previous evening still scattered around the room. Following Paul's orders, she began to straighten up, gathering dirty dishes and carrying them out to the kitchen. The sink was piled high by the time she finished.
"Start washing them," Paul ordered.
"Is there an apron?" Sue asked hopefully.
"No apron. You wouldn't look good in one."
His remark made her painfully aware of her nudity again. Pouring himself a cup of coffee, Paul leaned up against the counter, watching her carefully as she began to wash the dishes. She pressed her belly up against the counter to conceal her sex and squeezed her arms forward in a futile attempt to hide her breasts from his penetrating gaze.
As she washed, Paul began to lecture her. "You should have come when I called you, you know. I told you that last night. I don't intend to go through this routine again. To make sure you understand the lesson, sometime today I'm going to have to spank you again, and I'm going to do a much more thorough job than I did last night. Right now, you're my maid service, and you're going to do exactly what I say. If you don't, the spanking will just go that much harder on you. Understand?"
"Yes, Paul," Sue agreed meekly.
"Good. I want those dishes spotless."
As she finished the rest of the dishes, he watched her in silence. The feel of his eyes on her made goosebumps ripple over her skin. She had no doubt he would deliver the promised spanking, and was surprised at her reaction. In addition to tremors of fear rippling through her belly from time to time, she felt a small ball of excitement building. Memories of the previous evening kept flashing through her mind, memories of his stinging slaps on her buttocks, and memories of her total helplessness bound spreadeagled on the bed. Sue found herself hoping he would again tie her up. Finally she finished the dishes and stood waiting for his next order.
"Go make the bed."
Silently, she moved to the bedroom. The sight of the bed trigged new excitement in her. The ropes that had held her were gone, but she remembered her total, helpless exposure in their grasp, and felt her cunt grow moist with excitement. As she bent over to straighten the covers, she could sense Paul's eyes on her and feel the excitement she triggered in him. She found herself posing for him as she pulled the sheets tight and tucked them in, then straightened the blanket.
By the time she had pulled the bedspread into place and fluffed the pillows into shape, she was shaking with excitement. Her anticipation of the spanking and what was almost certain to follow had her gasping by the time she finished the bed.
Dutifully, she stood at attention, waiting for Paul's next command.
"Go out to the living room," he directed.
"Stand over there," he ordered her to the corner she had occupied the night before. Knowing what was expected of her now, she stood at attention, hands at her sides. To her surprise, Paul settled down and began to read the paper. After a few minutes, Sue's legs began to ache and she shifted her feet slightly. The noise disturbed Paul and he looked up at her.
"Stand still. You're only making your spanking worse."
"I'm sorry."
Paul had returned to his paper. "Quiet!"
For what seemed like hours he read the paper, and Sue stood frozen, afraid to move. She began to fantasize about her approaching spanking, and her fears multiplied with every new picture. Her buttocks still ached from the beating she had received the night before, and the thought of further punishment made them ache even more. At the same time, Sue felt tremors of excitement surge through her, mingling with her fear. She discovered her nudity added strongly to her feeling of vulnerability.
"Get me a beer," Paul ordered, making her start. When she failed to respond immediately, he repeated his order, a note of exasperation in his voice. As she went to the kitchen she felt his eyes on her and knew her scheduled punishment had just been increased. The thought excited her as much as it scared her. After handing him the beer, she returned to her corner and resumed her position of attention.
She began to feel as if she were in a dream. Paul ignored her totally, removing the single most potent weapon of her arsenal, her body. The one thing she could dominate him with was useless against his inattention.
Finally he set aside the paper and called her over. Moving slowly, she approached him, and could see the effect her naked body had on him. Coming to a halt two paces in front of him she stood motionless as he looked her over. Her nipples hardened slightly under his scrutiny and she fought to still tremors of excitement in her legs. Her breathing became ragged and uncertain as his study continued, and the muscles of her belly rippled with anticipation.
"Ready for your spanking?" Paul asked finally.
Sue's jaw muscles were knotted with tension as she nodded silently.
"How should I spank you?"
Sue had trouble finding her voice. "I don't know," she finally said.
Paul studied her, then gazed around the room curiously. "A simple spanking didn't seem to leave enough of an impression on you last night," he observed. "I think it's going to take something a little more forceful. What do you think?"
"Yes, Paul," Sue answered humbly, her fear and excitement both increasing.
"Get me the rope you'll find in the bottom bureau drawer in the bedroom," he ordered finally.
In a few minutes she returned and handed him the length of clothes line she had found.
"Now, watch me carefully. In the future you'll have to know how to do this. This is how you tie a slip knot. When I tell you to get the rope from now on, you'll get the rope and put a knot just like this in it, then give it to me." Snowing her step by step how he wanted it done, Paul made a loop in the end of the rope. "Now, hold out your hands and cross your wrists."
He slipped the rope over her crossed wrists and pulled the loop tight, binding her wrists together in front of her. Using the rope to pull her along, he led her to the doorway to the kitchen. A push of his hand opened the transom there, and he flipped the free end of the rope through, then pulled it tight, stretching Sue's arms over her head. Pulling hard, he made her rise to her toes in the doorway, her hands pulled up to within a few inches of the door frame. Then he anchored the free end of the ropes in the kitchen.
As Sue teetered precariously on her toes, she could feel Paul studying her stretched position from the back. She tried vainly to pull in her buttocks. The clink of his belt buckle made her heart skip a beat. There was a rustle of sound, but she was unable to identify the source.
"You're wondering what's happening, aren't you?" Paul remarked.
"Y-yes," Sue admitted, trying to keep her voice steady.
"I'm going to whip you," Paul said quietly. "Do you know why I am going to whip you?"
"B-because I disobeyed you," Sue replied, choking the words out. Her fear had grown to terror and she fought back her tears.
"Right. I'm going to whip you with my belt. Are you ready?"
Choked by her terror, Sue could only nod.
"I asked you if you're ready?" Paul insisted.
"I'm ready," Sue whispered.
"Louder."
"I'm ready," she cried, fighting back tears of shame and fear.
Without warning, the belt blazed across her buttocks and Sue cried out, her feet jerking from the floor for a second, making her swing by her hands, the ropes cutting into her wrists. No sooner had she regained her feet than another fiery stroke ripped across her tender, naked buttocks. She fought the convulsive jerk of her muscles, striving to keep her weight off her wrists. Another blow snapped across her bare skin like a whip, wringing a cry from her-then another blow and another. She felt Paul setting a painfully slow rhythm, found herself anticipating each agonizing stroke across her ass. Her buttocks burned as if they were on fire as stroke after slow measured stroke snapped across the fleshy masses.
Fighting back her screams, Sue felt tears pour down her cheeks. As her weight dragged down on her wrists, the ropes cut into her skin, adding to her agony. Her shoulders began to ache with the strain, and still the blows rained on her buttocks.
So great was her pain for several minutes she was unaware the blows had stopped. The blazing agony of her ass gradually subsided to a steady burning.
"Turn around," Paul ordered.
Moving on tiptoes, Sue managed to rotate in the doorway, turning to face Paul. The tension on her arms drew her body straight, her arms tight. Her belly was stretched tight by the tension on her entire frame.
"Now, will you ever again disobey me?"
"Never," Sue whispered. Inside, as she said this, she felt unsuspected reserves of anger and courage. Choking back her tears, she raised her head, gathering around her the shattered remnants of her pride.
Instead of releasing her, Paul threw his belt onto the couch and approached her. Gripping her jaw firmly in one hand he lifted her face and studied her carefully. "I don't think you've learned your lesson yet," he observed thoughtfully. "There will be other times." He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her brutally. For a second she fought him, then her beating-triggered passions betrayed her and she opened her mouth to his demanding kiss. Teetering helplessly on her toes, she tried to swing her body against his, her breasts aching for attention.
Paul laughed at her helplessness and stepped away from her. "You really want me, don't you?"
Sue eyed him hungrily. He taunted her, and her passions grew with the mental torture. As she watched, he slowly undressed, tossing his clothes away. Finally he was nude and she eyed his big cock hungrily. It was already partially erect, and growing visibly as he stepped toward her. Helpless, she could only hang by her wrists as he moved in on her. With his thumb and forefingers he pinched her nipples, making her jerk from a mixture of pain and pleasure. He amused himself with her breasts, drawn tight by her stretched position, tugging at her nipples until she swung forward from the tension. Gritting her teeth with agony and passion both, she stifled her cries of pleasure as he toyed with her. She stared downward at his cock, now fully erect and hard, its pink head pointing hungrily at her belly.
"You really want it badly, don't you?" Paul observed. "And I want you, too," he admitted.
Suddenly he reached down and gripped Sue's legs, and pulled her feet out from under her. She cried out as her full weight came down on her wrists, the ropes biting into them. Grinning at her, Paul spread her legs, swinging her out as he guided her legs around his waist. She wrapped her legs around him, easing some of the pull on her wrists. Moving forward, he brought his cock to the gates of her cunt as she hung helplessly.
Bit by bit, Paul began to drive his cock into her vagina, and she felt her passions blaze higher as it entered her, inch by inch.
She looked down her belly and watched the terrible tool bore slowly up into her cunt. The sight of his cock slowly disappearing into her brought a gasp of joy and terror from her throat. The monster shaft looked huge enough to tear her wide open. Her vagina, still tender and sore from the night before, welcomed the big mass with a gush of juices. Finally she had him all, and she clutched at him with her legs, relishing the incredible fullness of her cunt. He began to move, and she roared to an orgasm at the feeling. Dropping her head back, she wailed her joy at the ceiling as he slowly ground his cock around in her guts, his pubic bone squeezing and grinding her clitoris. He pistoned his hips and she eased her scissors grip around him with her legs. She began to swing on her wrists, and rose to another orgasm that blotted out the pain caused by the ropes. He timed his drives to her swing and their flesh began to smack together, his blows jarring her teeth and sending new jolts of pleasure through her. His hands grabbed her hips and he pounded her against him, their bodies colliding violently with each thrust until Sue felt battered and bruised from the impacts.
Faster and faster he drove her against him, ramming his hips forward to meet hers. The shocks drove Sue's breath from her in a series of grunts, leaving her gasping desperately for breath. She couldn't understand how her pleasure could increase any more, but it did, driving her senseless, the room whirling around her.
Everything but Paul's powerful cock and slamming hips disappeared. Suddenly he stopped, slamming his hips against her one last time, and jamming her down on his steel hard prick. She felt him jerk, then felt the blast of come rocketing into her belly. A final, powerful orgasm roared over her as she felt him spouting into her vagina, and she squeezed the muscles of her cunt down on him, trying to milk the last delicious juices from him. He balanced her on his cock for long minutes, until the last declining wads of come were sucked from his balls; then he slumped, sliding his declining prick from her, leaving her hanging from the ropes, her legs too weak to support her. Finally regaining her breath, Sue struggled to get her feet under her and take the weight from her wrists. Her ass was a mass of flame from the beating, and her wrists felt torn raw by the ropes.
Finally, Paul released the rope and she was able to drag her arms down, the stretched muscles in her shoulders protesting painfully. She slumped exhausted against the door frame, then finally pushed herself erect.
CHAPTER 6
Paul recovered his strength quickly and ordered a beer. When Sue held out her hands to have her wrists untied he merely shook his head, leaving her still bound. She wrestled awkwardly with the pop top on the can and finally managed to get it open and to pour him a glass. He accepted it without a word of thanks and sent her back to her corner.
Sue stood silent, the rope from her wrists trailing across the room. Her shoulders and back ached from the stretching, while her thighs and pussy felt bruised. Her ass was hot and she wished she had a mirror to inspect the damage he had inflicted. His come was trickling slowly out of her cunt, tracing sticky paths down her thighs.
Exhausted as she was, anger burned deep within her as she eyed Paul carefully. He was as nude as she, but his lack of ropes gave him an air of freedom, rather than subservience. As he sipped his beer, he continued to look at her, obviously enjoying her nudity and helplessness.
Finally he set his beer aside and got up. When he approached, she hoped he was going to release her wrists. Instead, he ordered her to turn around.
"I want to inspect my handiwork," he informed her. His hand felt like sandpaper as he stroked her swollen bottom. "A little tender I imagine. Guess you'll have to stand up for a while."
"What about when I go to work?" she asked angrily.
She was rewarded with a sharp, stinging slap across her buttocks. "Quiet," Paul snapped.
Chastened, she stood silent as he stroked her back and ass. Her bottom felt so tender his gentle brushing fingertips sent painful ripples through her buttocks, as if she had a very bad sunburn.
"Turn around," he finally ordered. She slowly rotated and faced him. His eyes studied her face for a moment and she wrestled with her feelings. If she showed the defiance she felt, she knew it would mean another beating. As she smothered her anger and assumed a subservient look, she inwardly swore vengeance on her tormentor.
Standing rock-steady in front of him, she let him finger her breasts, and felt new passion build in her. He seemed almost kind as he palmed her breasts, pushing the masses of flesh gently over her chest. Her nipples quickly hardened from the attention, pressing into his palms. He sensed her enjoyment of the attention and plucked at her nipples gently with his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure through her.
Sue decided to enjoy herself and let her head roll as her passions grew with his fondling of her. He measured and weighed her full breasts, lifting the masses and letting them drop. She knew he was enjoying the beauty of her breasts, and the knowledge pleased her. A feeling of power grew in her as she became more and more aware of his fascination with her tits. Paul reminded her of a little boy as he toyed with her boobs almost reverently. She felt her juices begin to flow again from his attention. Unobtrusively she rubbed her naked thighs together, thrilling to the feeling of the come that had dried on her skin.
She realized her eyes were closed and opened them to find him studying her face carefully. Unsuccessfully, she tried to conceal her enjoyment of his playing with her. One of his hands reached for her cunt and she instinctively spread her legs to permit him access. His fingers sought through her pubic hair, still sticky with come, then found her cunt, sending a jolt of passion through her, making her gasp.
Paul smiled. "You like that, don't you?"
"Yes, I like that," she admitted, licking her suddenly dry lips.
He slid his finger gently along the lips of her cunt, and the touch set her afire. Gritting her teeth, she tried to steady her breathing as he rubbed one finger up and down her cunt, teasing her sensitive tissues, bringing new floods of juices. She found herself praying he would insert his finger further, and tried to encourage him by further opening her legs. She knew he knew what she wanted, and mentally cursed him when he didn't do it. Her knees grew shaky and weak as he continued to trace a slow, tantalizing path up and down her cunt. Her hips jerked with every brushing stroke of his fingers, making it impossible for her to stand still. Her eyes closed and her head dropped back as he teased her unmercifully.
"You really like that?" Paul gloated.
"Oh, yes," Sue whined. Her defiance of him wilted in the face of the raging passion he was building in her.
She was rocking on her feet now, near collapse from passion and exhaustion. Paul slipped his finger just inside her cunt and she almost screamed with joy. He touched her clitoris, and Sue felt her knees buckling, but managed to fight back and remain standing.
"That's enough," Paul finally said, withdrawing his finger.
"No, please," she pleaded.
"Lick my finger," Paul ordered.
Begging for further attention with her eyes, Sue followed his instructions, licking her juices from his finger. Her cunt was aching for more attention, her muscles melting from her passion.
"Down on your knees," Paul ordered.
Sue knelt, grateful to be off her feet, her insides still crying desperately for release from the lust he had built in her.
"Suck my cock," Paul ordered.
"No," Sue cried softly, gagging at the thought.
"Suck it!"
Driven by his tone, his threats, and her own passion, she reached for his big tool, half erect, sticky with come. The head bobbed in front of her lips and she tentatively licked it, tasting their mingled come. Her stomach rebelled, but her passions drove her on. She planted a hesitant kiss on the tip of his cock and was rewarded by the shaft bouncing upward in response. Taking the head in her mouth, her lips finding the groove just below the head, she played with it with her tongue and felt the rod harden. Licking the base of it vigorously brought a rapid rise and hardening, driving more of the tool into her mouth, making her back up.
"Take more of it into your mouth," Paul ordered, his hands gripping her head.
Following his guidance, she moved her head forward, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth, her tongue seeking along its underside. Inch by inch she accepted his prick, her stomach surging, her cunt twitching with desire for what her mouth was getting. The head touched the back of her throat and she gagged, then angled her head as his hand relentlessly forced her down on it. Her breath whistled through her nose as the huge shaft blocked her mouth and throat.
"Suck it," Paul's voice was a harsh whisper.
Letting him guide her head, she pumped up and down on the big cock, sucking it desperately. Her gagging and excitement triggered a flood of saliva, forcing her to swallow to avoid choking. He seemed to be trying to split her head, to drive his cock through the back of her throat as he pressed her head on himself. As she sucked at him, saliva trickling down her chin, she felt her excitement rising. Something about the act of sucking his cock was raising her own passions, urging her onward, making her suck harder, tongue his .cock more vigorously. She felt her juices begin to flow from her cunt as his cock rammed down her throat, choking her.
Faster and faster and harder and harder she worked, tears streaming down her cheeks as she fought the urge to gag. Her cunt was afire with passion, making her spread her legs and arch her back in an instinctive but futile search for the prick her mouth was devouring so greedily. She felt his balls tighten up, felt him drive his hips forward and tried to pull back, knowing what it all meant. His hands trapped her head, hammering her down on the threatening spike, and she sucked at it desperately. With her tongue she felt the first wad of come shooting down the channel buried in the mass of tissue and tried to brace herself for the blast. When it came, it was a scalding shot that slammed against the back of her throat. It was quickly followed by a second, then a pulsing torrent.
Frantically she swallowed, fighting to avoid choking on the thick fluid. It poured down her throat and her stomach writhed at the onslaught. At the same time, her guts convulsed as an incredible orgasm erupted in her belly. She cried out through her nose at the warring sensations, an orgasm that felt like she was being torn in two. Her mouth milked his cock convulsively, triggering still further blasts of come until she felt half drowned. Her own orgasm raged through her, then slowly faded, leaving her barely able to deal with the last dwindling spurts of come from Paul. She sucked him dry, willingly now, then slumped down on her haunches as he released her head. As he looked down at her, she gazed up at him, her eyes filling with tears, her chin covered with her saliva and his come. Helplessly, she let the tears flood down her face, making no effort to wipe them or the slime on her chin away. As her throat tightened with her sobs, she wondered if she was crying from misery or joy, but couldn't decide.
A jerk on the rope around her wrists finally brought her to her feet. As she stood in front of Paul, head hanging, eyes closed, she felt him fumbling with the ropes, then felt her wrists drop free. Weakly she massaged them and was rewarded with the pins and needles of returning circulation. She looked at her wrists and discovered they had been rubbed raw by the ropes.
"Go put something on those wrists," Paul ordered. "Then come back in here."
After applying a salve to the raw spots, Sue took the chance to wash the evidence of her degradation from her face. Her hair, so carefully piled up, trailed around her shoulders in a stringy mess. She tried to bring some kind of order to it with her fingers, but gave up after a minute.
To her surprise, Paul was fully dressed when she returned to the living room.
"Go home," he ordered, not bothering to look up from his newspaper.
"What?" Sue was astonished.
"I said, go home," Paul repeated. "Or would you rather stay?"
"No-no, I'll go," Sue said quickly. She got her coat out of the closet and slipped it on. She was getting used to going around the streets of Manhattan wearing the skimpy garment. "My keys?" she asked hesitantly.
"Oh, yeah." Paul set the paper aside and reached into his pocket. "Here." He tossed the keys across the floor, forcing her to bend down to pick them up.
She opened the door, then turned back to him. "Wh-when will I see you again?" To her surprise, she felt sorrow at leaving him. She cursed her weakness, remembering her sworn vengeance.
Paul looked up at her and smiled. "When I call you," he replied. "What's the matter, you beginning to miss me already?"
"No," Sue denied, a little too sharply. Angry with herself, she turned her back on him and shut the door. As she headed downstairs the coat brushed her buttocks, reminding her of her beating and rebuilding her resentment toward hex tormentor.
Out on the street, she discovered it was still daylight. It seemed as if she had been with Paul for weeks, when in reality it had only been a few hours. Dodging through the Sunday afternoon strollers, she hurried home. She closed the door behind her with a sigh of relief, tossing her keys on the table.
Hurriedly she stripped off the coat and made her way to the mirror. By stretching her neck and twisting her back she was just able to see her buttocks. They were a flaming red, with a few welts marking the more vigorous blows she had received. Gently she touched herself and was rewarded by a flash of pain.
The hot shower she insisted on taking was agonizing, feeling like acid on her ass. She withstood the pain as long as possible, carefully washing away every trace of come from her body and face, even brushing her teeth and gargling in an attempt to get rid of the taste of Paul.
After slipping on a loose housecoat, she decided she was grateful for the phony fireplace in her apartment. The mantel was just the right height for a stand-up dinner. Paul had been right when he observed she would be unable to sit down for a while.
As she ate, her anger at Paul gradually grew until she found herself plotting demoniacal acts of revenge. She was trying to figure out the best way to boil him in oil when the telephone interrupted her train of thought.
"Hello, is this Sue Patterson?" The voice on the other end was vaguely familiar.
"Who's this?" Sue asked, on her guard.
"This is Jerry Danvers. You're a difficult person to get hold of."
"I've been, uhm, rather busy," Sue said quickly. Danvers was the handsome young man who had walked her home from Paul's party. Jerry had appeared immune to Sue's charms that evening, frustrating her attempt to get a date with him.
"I suppose you're wondering why I called," Jerry continued, taking the words out of Sue's mouth. "I was wondering if you'd be interested in a date some evening this week."
Sue thought quickly. His call was perfectly timed to coincide with her urge for revenge against Paul. Suspecting she was free of Paul for the evening, she decided quickly. "Why not tonight?" she suggested boldly.
"Uh, tonight?" Jerry was obviously surprised.
"If it's all right with you, that is," Sue hurried on. "I mean, I'd love to see you, but I'm awfully busy this week. It's nice out tonight. Why don't we just go for a walk or something?"
"Why, sure," Jerry agreed quickly. "When shall I come by?"
"Why not right away?" Sue suggested. "I'm not doing anything and I can be ready in a flash." Inside she gave thanks for having showered already. Her hair she would again pile on top of her head to hide the snarls and tangles.
"Fine, I'll be over in fifteen minutes," Jerry said.
Sue calculated, then said, "Make it half an hour."
Exactly thirty minutes later, her downstairs buzzer sounded. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought that it might be Paul instead of Jerry. She was relieved when it was Jerry that answered the intercom and she buzzed him in.
"Hi. Gee, you look great!" Jerry greeted her, giving her ego a boost. After the day's activities with Paul she felt beat in more ways than one. Jerry's genuine admiration improved her mood immensely.
Quickly she picked up her jacket and slipped it on. Under her simple dress she was wearing neither a bra nor panties. She had tried to put on a pair of panties, but her abused buttocks would not permit anything against them.
"Let's go the other way," she suggested when they hit the street and Jerry turned in the direction of Paul's apartment.
"Sure," Jerry agreed. "How've you been, anyway?"
"You mean since Paul's party? Fine," Sue lied glibbly.
They strolled in silence for a while, enjoying the cool night air. From time to time Jerry's hand brushed the back of hers and she hoped he would take it. He seemed shy or afraid of touching her. Finally she managed to trap his hand with hers and interlaced her fingers with his. Her warm smile was answered by a shy one from the young man.
He seemed to have a difficult time talking. "I suppose you're wondering why I took so long to call you," he finally remarked. "A little bit," Sue admitted. "I kind of had the suspicion you were spoken for already," Jerry explained. "You said at the party you were Paul's date."
"Just because I was his date at the party doesn't mean he owns me," Sue replied.
"You don't know Paul the way I do," Jerry answered. "He can get pretty jealous."
As they strolled along, Sue digested this silently. It certainly agreed with her experience. She fought down a tremor of fear at what might happen if Paul heard of her date with Jerry.
The young man felt her shiver. "What's wrong, you cold?"
"A little," Sue lied. "What's down this path?" She indicated a path leading into the Park.
Jerry shrugged. "I don't know, I never noticed it before."
"So let's see," Sue decided for them, gently tugging him after her. The path had a little-used, secluded air that attracted her. Her body still felt hungry from the afternoon's activities with Paul.
"Gee, this is nice," Jerry remarked as they followed the wandering path through heavy woods. "I didn't know you could feel so alone in Central Park."
Sue smiled. "It's not hard to feel alone in New York City."
"Oh, I know that," Jerry agreed quickly. "I've felt lonely here lots of times. But I didn't know there were places in the Park where you could feel people never existed at all."
As Sue plotted her next move she felt like an angler playing a difficult fish. A tree carved with initials caught her eye. "Look at this," she remarked, tugging Jerry off the path and into the dense brush surrounding the big trunk.
"Look, here's a J.D.," Jerry remarked.
Sue circled around the tree. "Here I am. Here's an S.P.," she called from the other side.
Jerry circled around the tree and studied the trunk, "I don't see it."
Sue giggled. "Of course no," she said. "You haven't put it there yet."
"But I hardly know you," Jerry protested.
Sue leaned back against the tree, carefully keeping her tender buttocks away from it, and arched her back to make her breasts stand out more. She linked her hands behind Jerry's neck. "That can be remedied, you know," she said softly, staring deep into his brown eyes. Before he could answer she pulled his head down and their lips met in a long, tender kiss. She had to be the aggressor with the shy man. Her tongue probed his lips until he admitted it. He tasted softer and sweeter than Paul, and Sue began to simmer slowly as their tongues tangled.
Jerry finally broke the kiss and pulled back. Her arms stayed around his neck. "Wow!" he breathed.
Before he could escape, Sue followed up her advantage, moving in for another kiss. This time his arms went around her, drawing her in close to him. Her breasts mashed against his chest, two warm soft pillows. This time it was his tongue that initiated contact, quickly seeking through her open lips to taste her teeth and mouth. She sucked, welcoming his tongue into her, chewing on it gently. Jerry's hands roamed over her back, smoothing the fabric of her dress across her skin. She knew he could not be unaware of her lack of a bra. Breaking the kiss, she turned sideways in his arms, guiding one of his hands over her breast. Her nipple peaked and hardened, poking his palm through the material of her dress.
"We'd better s-stop," Jerry stuttered.
"We'd better start," Sue declared in opposition.
"But Paul ... "
"To hell with Paul," Sue snarled, turning her head and kissing the young man ferociously, pressing his hand hard on her breast, then reaching for the buttons down the front of her dress. They yielded quickly, and the chill air of the night brushed between her breasts. Grabbing his hand, she guided it to her bare skin, inside her dress, to her breast. Her nipple was as hard as a rock against his palm as he cupped the mass. She pushed away from him and turned, keeping his hand, squeezing and cupping her boob, trapped inside her dress. Facing him, she pulled the dress back over her shoulders, baring herself to the waist. His eyes bulged and his other hand reached out to capture her other breast. As he kneaded the soft masses, Sue let her head drop back, passion raging through her. The night air was cool on her bare skin, the young man's hands hot on her tits. Shock waves of pleasure pounded through her.
For long minutes she let him toy with her breasts, then reached for his shirt and quickly unbuttoned it. She was pleased to find he had not worn an undershirt, and threw herself into his arms, crushing her breasts against his bare chest, scrubbing her nipples through the dark curling hair on his chest. His hands moved down to cup her buttocks and she jerked at the touch. "No, don't touch me there." She pulled his arms up.
"What's wrong?"
"I had a vaccination," she lied quickly. "Play with my breasts."
Jerry was only too happy to oblige, his hands capturing the soft mounds again. As he worked, plucking her nipples with his fingers, she reached for his belt and unbuckled it. His pants gave her a moment of trouble, then dropped around his ankles. His cock was like a tent pole, driving his underpants straight out. It was only a second's work to free the big tool and push the underpants down his thighs. As he toyed with her tits, she measured his prick with her fingers, tracing its contours. Her touch was rewarded with a surge of blood to the already engorged staff, making it leap in her fingers.
Finally she could wait no longer, her passion making her knees turn to water under her. "Down on your back," she hissed.
Unquestioning, he complied, stretching out on the dry carpet of leaves. She knelt with him, her fingers never leaving his cock, his hands continuing to take the measure of her breasts. She straddled him and tucked her skirt up around her waist. His eyes widened when he saw her bare snatch. Moving carefully to keep her ass from touching anything, she worked her way up over him and positioned his cock. Slowly, she lowered herself to the big staff. The first touch of the tip of his cock against her labia sent a wave of joy through her. Inch by tortuous inch she drove the rod up into herself, fighting the urge to spit herself on it all at once. She enjoyed torturing herself with the tool, pushing it up into her cunt a little bit at a time.
"Oh, my God," Jerry panted, his hands working her breasts over frantically.
Sue pumped slowly down on the big rod until she felt she could take no more. With a gasp she let herself go and dropped the last fraction of an inch onto it. The jolt of pleasure she received almost blacked her out. Leaning over Jerry to keep her weight off her ass, she pressed his shoulders against the ground with her hands. Her hair had come loose and tumbled in a cloud on Jerry's face. Her breasts hung out from her chest, aching for his touch, and he brushed her nipples with his fingers, wrenching a cry from her.
Slowly she lifted her hips, then dropped them, feeling his cock slowly slide out, then drive in. Again she did it, twisting her pelvis a little, changing the angle, building her pleasure with a jolt. She found a rhythm, rocking and lifting and dropping her pelvis, driving herself insane. Under her, Jerry's muscles bulged as he battled to keep his climax from overwhelming him. His hips began to move, rising to meet her descent, and their bodies met with a smack. Faster and faster Sue moved, and Jerry matched her. The soft night air whispered through the branches and leaves around them, drying the sweat on Sue's back as she pistoned Jerry's cock up into her guts. Her climax drew closer and closer, finally breaking over her with a rush. She scrubbed her pelvis against Jerry's, trying to wring still more joy from her orgasm. As she did so, she felt Jerry's hips surge up under her, lifting her, and felt his body stiffen in an arch as he shot off into her, blasting monster wads of semen upward into her guts. The tip of his cock lurched and jerked against the end of her vagina as he came into her with a pulsing series of blasts.
Sobbing with joy, Sue felt her orgasm sweep past her like a wave on the ocean, gradually dropping her into the trough of normalcy, leaving her weak and panting with exertion. She collapsed down on the young man's chest, her cunt still twitching weakly around his dying cock. When her orgasm was over, she stood, feeling his now tiny organ slip from her cunt. Leaning weakly against the tree, she tried to straighten her dress, then let Jerry pull the top up her arms. While she buttoned it over her breasts. Jerry buttoned his shirt and refastened his pants.
"Wait a minute!" Sue giggled, brushing some twigs and leaves out of Jerry's hair. "We don't want everyone to know what we've been up to."
Eventually they made their way out of the Park and strolled back to her apartment. Outside her door they paused.
"I don't think you should come in. I'm kind of tired," Sue said.
"But when can I see you again?"
"I don't know. I'm pretty busy."
"I see." Obviously discouraged, Jerry turned away. Sue started to call out to him, then didn't.
She felt a deadness inside her toward Jerry. She turned toward her door to unlock it, cursing the hold Paul was exerting over her even in his absence. Revenge was not sweet against him.
CHAPTER 7
When the telephone on Sue's desk rang late Monday afternoon, she was still squirming uncomfortably, trying to ease the burning of her buttocks. She felt tired from a sleepless night, and her head hurt from fighting the tangles out of her hair. Making a face, she answered the phone on the fourth ring.
"This is Paul."
Sue's heart stopped beating at the sound of his voice. Memories of her torments mixed with fear that he might have found out about her date with Jerry Danvers. "Y-yes, Paul."
"Be at my apartment at seven o'clock."
"Yes, Paul." Sue tried to steady her voice as her boss came out of his office.
"You're going to fix my dinner and entertain me this evening."
"Yes, Paul," Sue answered. "What should I wear?"
Evidently Paul had already thought this problem out. "Just wear your coat and some shoes when you come over, nothing else. Until I'm more certain of your obedience, I don't want you scampering out the door every time I give you an order. Understand?"
"Yes, Paul."
"Good. I'll see you at seven, and don't be late," he warned. Then he hung up.
"Who was that?" Sue's boss asked, standing close beside her.
Sue turned away to block his view of her bosom in her low-cut knit top. "Just a friend."
"So, you have a date tonight, huh? That's why you don't want to have dinner with me?"
"Yes, sir," Sue replied. She had been through the same routine with her boss at least once a week since she had started working for him. Attempting to ignore him, she busied herself straightening up her desk.
"I tell you, it would benefit you greatly if you would change your attitude," her boss went on, undiscouraged.
Sue covered her typewriter and shoved her pencils and erasers in a drawer with a clatter. "Yes, sir," she replied, not really listening. He continued to prattle on, but she ignored him. She felt no real fear of handling him this way, since the shortage of attractive secretaries was great enough to assure her job. Instead, she began to fret about the evening ahead of her. Paul's even tone had given her no hint as to whether he had learned of her rendezvous with Jerry or not.
Her gut tightened at the thought of the punishment she would receive if he did learn of that date. However, the knot that formed in her belly was not entirely fear. Gathering up her purse, she swept past her boss, who was still talking.
Because of a tie-up on the subway, Sue was still two blocks from her apartment at six-thirty. Her heart pounding, she started to run, trying to make up for the lost time. The delay barely gave her time to get home, shed her clothes, and make it to Paul's apartment on time. She had no doubt about the fate that awaited her if she was late.
"Sue, Sue Patterson. Wait!" Someone called from behind her. She ignored whoever it was.
"Wait a minute!" Jerry Danvers suddenly appeared at her elbow, and grabbed her arm.
Sue barely slowed down, pulling her arm from his grip. "Hi, Jerry. I'm sorry I can't stop to talk, but I'm in a terrible hurry."
"Look, I just wanted to apologize for last night."
Sue felt a momentary confusion, wondering what he had to apologize for, then it suddenly struck her. He thought the quickie she had grabbed off him in the Park had been his idea and his fault, and that she blamed him. She almost burst out laughing at his innocence. "There's nothing to apologize for," she assured him.
"But I feel terrible about it. I mean, it was our first date and everything," Jerry went on.
Sue became suddenly aware of their nearness to Paul's apartment and fear struck through her. She glanced around fearfully. "Jerry, believe me, there's nothing to apologize for. Look, I'm in a terrific hurry and just can't talk right now, okay?"
"Yeah, sure," Jerry replied, his face caving in. "But when can I see you again?"
"Jerry, I told you, I'm busy right now."
"Can't I see you this weekend?"
Sue resisted the urge to run from him. "No, you can't." He was obviously not to be deterred and Sue tried to find a way out of the situation she was in. "Look, Jerry, if you want to see me, it will have to be on a very uncertain basis. Can I call you?"
Jerry's face lit up. "Sure."
"Fine, I'll give you a call. Now I've got to run."
"Okay. I'm in the phone book," Jerry called out after her. He said something more, but Sue was around the corner before it registered. It sounded as if he had said something about dropping by from time to time, which made her heart skip a beat.
As Sue cursed the elevator up to her apartment, she thought this over with dread. If Paul were to drop by while Jerry was visiting her, the consequences could be disastrous. Jerry had an attractiveness, she had to admit. The thought that this might be only the attractiveness of forbidden fruit crossed her mind, but she shrugged it off. Jerry was a sweet, naive boy she could twist around her little finger, which was just what she wanted. Sue told herself she was hurrying to Paul because of the obscene pictures he had taken of her and the threat they held over her life. She denied to herself that the quickening of her pulse was due to excitement as she stripped and donned her short coat.
It was nearly seven by the time she reached Paul's brownstone and she took the stairs two at a time, the coat flapping wildly around her bare legs. She knew that if anyone appeared on the stairway, they would get a long and impressive view of her from the waist down.
Panting and out of breath, she arrived at Paul's door and paused, trying to control her breathing and smooth her hair into place. Hesitantly she tapped at the door.
"Come in, it's open," Paul called out from inside.
She entered to find Paul relaxing on the couch, dressed in a bathrobe.
"Shut the door and lock it," he ordered, hardly looking up from the television. "Then get out of your coat and get me a martini."
Quickly she doffed her coat and, naked except for her shoes, went over to the line-up on the bar. Hesitantly she studied the array of bottles, glasses and other utensils.
Paul sensed her ignorance. "You don't know how to make a martini, do you?"
"N-no," Sue confessed.
Paul sighed. Slowly and distinctly he gave her meticulous instructions. Finally she took a chill glass to him and stood awaiting his reaction. He sipped pensively and made a face.
"Too much vermouth," he commented, handing the drink back to her. "Try again."
"Yes, Paul," Sue agreed. On the coffee table in front of Paul was the rope he had bound her wrists with, neatly coiled, and his leather belt. The sight of them chilled her blood. She was acutely aware of the sting in her buttocks as she went to make another martini.
"That's better," Paul said after sipping the new drink. "Now go get dinner started. You'll find pork chops in the refrigerator. Pan fry them, and make up some salad with oil and vinegar dressing. You'll eat in the kitchen while I'm eating, but if I call you, you come running."
"Yes, Paul," Sue agreed quietly. She busied herself in the kitchen, glad that she was a good cook. When all was ready, she informed Paul and stepped back, waiting for his reaction. He tasted the chops and nodded approvingly. "Very good. You'll find some white wine in the refrigerator. Bring it and a wine glass, then you can eat. If I need you, I'll call you."
Sue found the wine he wanted, then hurried through her own sparse meal of left-overs scrounged from the refrigerator. She kept a fearful ear cocked for his call and jumped when it finally came. She served him his dessert and retired to the corner.
When dinner was finished, Paul requested sherry in the living room and then left her to clean off the table and wash the dishes. When she was just finishing her chores, he called her.
He eyed her carefully from head to toe, and she suddenly became aware of her lack of clothes, her nipples hardening at the realization.
"So far you've done pretty well tonight," he remarked. She felt a surge of relief. "I've decided that even an animal needs a system of rewards in addition to punishments if they're to be properly trained. Don't you agree?"
"Yes, Paul," Sue replied.
"That being the case, when you do something that particularly pleases me, I'll reward you. What kind of reward would be suitable?"
"I don't know, Paul."
Paul thought for a moment. "We have to keep this in perspective, of course. Simple praise should be all that you require. However, even a jackass likes to receive a carrot once in a while. I'll have to think about this."
"Yes, Paul."
Paul set his sherry down. "Now, I'm going to take a bath. Go fill the tub."
Dutifully, Sue followed his order, testing the water temperature carefully. She had the tub half full when Paul came in and shed his robe. She found it difficult to keep her eyes off his naked body as he watched her carefully, then checked the water temperature with his hand.
"A little more hot," he directed.
When she'd gotten the temperature to his liking, he stepped into the bath, steadying himself with one hand on the top of her head as she knelt by the tub. Handing her the soap and a washcloth, he ordered her to wash him down, and warned her about missing any spots. Then he settled back in the tub and let her begin.
She found the job harder than she believed it would be as she carefully shampooed his hair, then washed his face, fighting to keep the soap out of his eyes. Carefully she rinsed the lather from his face, then moved to his massive shoulders and chest. The expanse of skin he presented was incredible, and Sue worked meticulously to avoid missing any spots. She had to lean over the tub to reach his far arm, her breasts hanging nearly in his face as she worked.
He sat up and she went to work on his broad back, again being extremely careful to avoid missing a spot. When she reached his buttocks, she hesitated.
Paul stood up. "What are you waiting for, a bus?"
"No, Paul," Sue. replied. Taking a deep breath she lathered his buttocks.
"Make sure you get between them," Paul ordered. "And use your fingers, the washrag is too rough."
She gulped and dropped the washrag. Hesitantly, she spread his buttocks and soaped between them with her fingers, making sure to reach the bottom. The action brought a lump to her throat, and she didn't know if it was disgust, fear, or excitement that made her hands shake. Finally she was done and told Paul.
When he turned around, his cock, half erect, was dangling in front of her face. "Well, don't stop now. And make sure you get behind my balls. And use your hands again."
"Yes, Paul."
"And for God's sake, be careful. I don't want to come all over your nose, so go easy on my cock."
"Yes, Paul," she agreed, gulping. Coating her hands with soap, she gently lifted his balls and worked her fingers between his legs. Her finger brushed his asshole, then worked forward. As she did so, his cock lifted quickly, hardening. The rapid reaction startled her, making her lean back to avoid having his cock poke her in the face. A gentle touch between his anus and balls was rewarded with a new upward surge from his prick.
"Careful," Paul cautioned her. "This is a bath, remember?"
"Yes, Paul." She moved on, gently fondling his balls with her soapy fingers. Then she moved to his cock, gently lathering the long, hard staff. Mindful of his warning, she moved quickly, trying to avoid stimulating the big rod any further. Finally she was done and sat back with a sigh of relief. The huge tool was as hard as iron, but she had not triggered an orgasm.
"When you're quite through admiring your handiwork, would you mind doing my legs and feet?" Paul remarked drily.
Quickly she bent to her task and lathered down the columns of his legs. He lifted his feet to the edge of the tub to permit her to thoroughly wash them, again steadying himself with a hand on the top of her head.
She finished and he settled down in the tub to rinse away the lather. At his direction she added some hot water to the tub, then stood back as he soaked. She couldn't avoid watching his cock as it slowly shrank. The sight of the rod had made her mouth water, and she tried to tell herself it was from fear and disgust, but her guts told her it was from desire. She remembered the taste of the big instrument all too well, and her mouth cried out to be filled with it again.
After half an hour of soaking, Paul arose from the tub and stepped out of it. "Dry me off," he ordered.
Quickly, Sue grabbed a towel and started on him from the head down, carefully even prying into his ears to wipe out the last traces of suds that hid there. His torso was so big she had to change to a fresh towel before she reached his waist. He demanded and received the same careful treatment of his ass and genitals in the drying that he had in the washing.
Sue quickly finished and stepped back.
"There's some powder in the cabinet," Paul directed, obviously thoroughly enjoying her careful ministrations to him. "Powder my balls and my feet."
Sue found herself enjoying her task, and tried to fight down the feeling. Gently she powdered his balls, then took first one foot, then the other and carefully worked powder in around the toes. Finishing, she stood up and replaced the powder.
Paul slipped his bathrobe on and walked out. "Drain and clean the tub," he ordered. "Then come into the living room."
As she worked washing away the remnants of Paul's bath, a task she had always hated, especially as a child, Sue felt her resentment of her treatment rekindling. She cursed her subservience to the big man. The memory of her brief interlude with Jerry Danvers tasted more sweetly to her as she recalled it. While Paul could dominate her, for the time being at least, she could exercise power over Jerry. She felt a surge of anger toward Paul and vowed to strike back at every opportunity. The angry thoughts lent strength to her arms as she polished away the last traces of the bathtub ring, then hung the towels up to dry. Finishing, she quickly checked her reflection in the mirror, brushing a wisp of hair back from her face. Her weariness was evident in her eyes, and her anger over this was directed at Paul.
"Hey, what the hell is keeping you?" Paul called out from the living room, making her jump and hurry out of the bathroom.
He turned away from the windows leading out on the tiny terrace as she entered the room. "Get me a glass of sherry."
Silently, Sue obeyed. She felt him watching her carefully, and fought down a shiver. She became abruptly aware of her nudity again as she walked toward him with the glass of wine. He took it from her and indicated she should stand where she was. His eyes brushed over her and she stiffened at attention, lifting her chin proudly. Her breasts felt warm from his gaze and her nipples hardened, making graceful peaks for the large mounds.
"You did better than I expected tonight," Paul admitted grudgingly. "You were just a little slow at times."
"I'm sorry," Sue apologized.
Paul sipped at his drink. "That is irrelevant. What matters is that it not happen again."
"It won't happen again," Sue promised. She tried to return his stare, but felt her gaze waver and finally had to drop her eyes.
"I hope not," Paul commented. "But just to make sure, I think you need a little reinforcement of your earlier lessons."
Sue understood his meaning immediately and her glance flickered to the rope and belt on the table. She looked back at him, her eyes pleading.
Paul set his glass aside and picked up the belt. He eyed her speculatively as he ran the leather strap through his fingers. Folding it double, he snapped it, producing a loud crack that made Sue jump.
"Bend over the back of that chair and grab the arms of it," Paul ordered, indicating a nearby easy chair.
She shook her head, fear tightening her throat. She could already feel the burning lashes of the strap on her buttocks. "No, please," she begged.
"Bend over the chair," Paul ordered.
Paul snapped the belt in irritation when she still hesitated. "You're only making it worse for yourself. Now, either you bend over that chair or you can get the rope."
The mention of the rope stilled Sue's pleading instantly. Eyeing the belt warily, she sidled past Paul to the indicated chair. Finally she tore her gaze from the instrument of torture and bent over the back of the chair, folding her belly over it. Reaching out, she grabbed at the arms and pulled her arms straight. Her buttocks stuck up in the air and the fabric of the chair scraped her tummy.
Biting her lip, she stared at the floor. It seemed as if he kept her in that position forever before he made his first move. The longer she waited, the greater was her fear. At the same time, she felt the slow growth of excited anticipation deep inside, tempering her terror. Unable to see what was going on behind her, her anticipation grew minute by minute. She knew he was eyeing her upraised buttocks, and she felt her passion slowly growing at the thought.
The first blow, when it finally came, caught her totally by surprise and she jerked up, involuntarily releasing her grip on the arms of the chair.
"Bend over," Paul snapped.
She quickly obeyed, her ass stinging painfully. A second blow blazed across her buttocks and she bit her lip to avoid crying out. As before, he chose a slow, steady rhythm, giving her plenty of time to anticipate the next blow. Her expectation of each stroke only increased her agony. At the same time her buttocks were being set afire by the steady lashes of the strap, Sue felt her lust growing deep in her gut.
Paul began to speak, punctuating his remarks with the steady, agonizing strokes of the belt. "You were slow." The lash burned her ass. "In the future you won't be so slow." The blow brought a cry from her this time. "You're young yet." This blow cut a new path higher on her buttocks. "So you'll learn." She was ready again and jerked when the blow hit. "Now, when I'm done," he went on, another blow cutting into her, "you're to stay down in the position you are in." The lash fell on her again.
Her bottom felt as if it were on fire. She wanted to beg him to stop, to plead with him. She was ready to promise him anything, but she clung to the shreds of her pride. The beating seemed to last forever. The fire in her ass was matched only by the burning passion building in her cunt as he steadily lashed her with the leather belt. Her muscles tensed in anticipation of each blow, jerked with the impact. Her cunt began to spasm with each stroke, and she ground her belly down on the back of the chair as her excitement increased. She felt the first juices of passion trickling from her cunt, her vagina hungering for something in it. And still the blows rained down on her.
She began to whimper with a mixture of pain and passion as the beating continued. The strokes were lighter than the previous night, and her position less strained. This only made it possible for her lust to reach greater heights with each blow.
She tensed her muscles for the next lashing, but nothing happened. Straining all her" muscles, she fought the urge to raise up and turn to Paul, to throw herself at him and carry him to the floor. In spite of the incredible agony of her buttocks, all she wanted was to impale herself on that incredible, delicious, filling cock of his. Weeping tears of frustration, she held her position folded over the back of the chair.
Suddenly where was something prying into her cunt from behind and she spread her legs, opening herself to whatever it was entering her. Her spirits rose as she felt the welcome mass being slowly driven into her vagina. Sue hung from him, head down, belly on the back of the chair, hands gripping the arms of the chair as he slowly pounded his mighty cock into her belly at an incredible angle. His driving thrusts and the stretching his huge organ gave her drove her to an abrupt climax-and still he pounded into her. As his hands played with her tender, abused buttocks, the flame he triggered with his fingers on her raw flesh only sent her roaring to another climax as he drove deeper and deeper into her.
The incredible position she found herself in only added to Sue's pleasure, raising the level of her passions still higher. Finally Paul's pelvis jammed up against her, his cock buried as far in her as was possible. He began to piston in and out of her, crashing against her, wringing grunts from her with each impact. His fingers pried between the cheeks of her ass, seeking and probing. He touched her asshole and she almost blacked out from the pleasure. As he rammed his cock into her, he pried her anus open with one finger, driving Sue insane with lust. Her orgasm wrenched a wail of joy from her this time and she twisted and strained to give him the best possible access to her most intimate parts. His balls swung up and smacked against her with each drive, shooting her still higher with every blow.
As he drilled his finger into her asshole, he quickened his pace, slamming into her harder and harder, jarring her teeth with every impact. Suddenly he rammed into her so hard the chair groaned and Sue was afraid she was going over on her head. He began to shoot off into her, his cock spouting vigorous jets of come into her vagina. As his cock jerked within her, he twisted his finger in her asshole, creating a searing combination of pleasure and pain. Her orgasm drove her mad with joy, her hips writhing and squirming against him as best they could until her exhausted muscles finally betrayed her, her feet dropping back to the floor. Totally drained, she collapsed over the back of the chair as Paul slowly withdrew his cock from her vagina, his finger from her ass. She hung there like wet laundry as he moved away. Even as she heard him washing his hands in the kitchen, she was unable to straighten up.
The sound of running water ceased and footsteps approached.
"Get up," Paul ordered. When she failed to move immediately, he grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted her head. Weakly, she struggled in his grasp, then managed to get to her feet. He kept his grip on her hair and stared into her face. "You really liked that, didn't you?"
Sue tried to deny his statement, but couldn't. "Yes, I did," she admitted miserably.
Paul released her. "Get me some sherry."
On legs that threatened to give out on her at any moment, Sue complied with his order. Standing was an incredible effort for her and she fought to prevent her knees from folding under her as she returned to her corner. Paul slumped on the sofa, feet up on the coffee table, and sipped his sherry. As she stood withstanding his frank stare, Sue could feel his come trickling down her thighs in sticky trails. Her buttocks felt hot and tender, and her asshole ached dully. Deep inside, she was forced to admit the pounding he had given her had been a hundred times more satisfying than the few minutes of pleasure she had had with Jerry Danvers. She hated Paul, but at the same time knew he was her master. He seemed almost totally immune to her charms. Her naked body had little effect on him now, no matter how she posed. She wanted to wipe that look of satisfaction off his face, wanted to see the sight of her bring his cock up rock hard with desire. She wanted him to desire her as much as she desired him. He remained totally unmoved.
"Go home," he finally ordered.
Released from her bondage, Sue staggered out of the corner. He ignored her completely as she slipped on her coat and went out the door. Her anger with him was complete as she made her way down to the street and the urge for revenge boiled up inside her. By the time she reached her apartment, she was ready to try anything. Jerry Danvers came to her mind in an instant and she reached for the phone book.
Jerry sounded as if he had been asleep when he answered the phone. Sue paid no attention to the time. "Jerry, this is Sue Patterson."
"Yes, Sue." Jerry abruptly sounded wide awake. His attentiveness pleased her.
"I need your help. Could you possibly come over to my apartment?"
"Right now?" Jerry asked, astounded.
"Right now. I wouldn't ask you if it weren't important. I think when you get here, you'll see why."
Jerry sounded confused, but agreed. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
"Make it ten," Sue replied.
"Sure, ten minutes," Jerry agreed readily, further pleasing Sue.
It was seven minutes by the clock when her downstairs buzzer sounded and she let him into the building. By the time he was at her floor, she had the door open and was beckoning him inside.
He gazed around curiously. "What's the matter, were you robbed or something?"
"No, no, nothing like that," she assured him. "Come into the living room." He followed her in and she had him sit down on the couch. He watched her curiously as she moved around the room.
For a few minutes she busied herself turning down a few of the lights and turning the radio on.
"What's up?" he finally asked, breaking the silence.
She had to prove to herself she held the same power over men she had always held. In the short time it had taken Jerry to arrive, she had slipped into a new outfit. She posed before him carefully. She was wearing a loose, short sleeved blouse and a wrap-around skirt.
"Just watch," she ordered softly, letting her body sway to the music. His eyes were riveted on her as she let her instincts move her hips and her arms in sinuous patterns. The soft light cast gleaming highlights on her auburn hair. She reached for the buttons on her blouse and Jerry started to get up, either to run or to help. "No, stay there and watch," she ordered. His instant obedience encouraged her as he settled back on the couch. She unfastened the first button, then the second. One by one she unfastened the buttons and the blouse spread open.
Finally she tugged it loose from the waistband of the skirt. When she turned, the blouse flew out, displaying her trim torso. Underneath she had put on her skimpiest bra. Boneless, unlined, the flimsy cups covered her breasts like a second skin but offered little restraint or support. As she slipped the blouse off, Jerry's eyes bugged out in astonishment.
Sue's bare feet danced across the carpet as she postured for the young man. From the rise in his pants she could tell she was getting through to him, and her pulse quickened. She felt little sexual desire herself after the treatment she had received from Paul. Jerry's reaction, however, boosted her ego and she began to feel tremors of sexual excitement building in her loins. Her fingers went to the fastening of the skirt and toyed with it. Jerry looked as if he wanted to run away, but her body was like a magnet to him. He would tear his eyes from her for a second but look back at her in an instant.
The fastening on the skirt yielded quickly, and she unwrapped it from around her waist. Instinctively she held it in front of her body, dancing behind it, teasing Jerry with what she might be wearing underneath. Finally she tossed the skirt away and posed in front of him. Her bikini panties were no more modest than her bra. They molded closely to the mound of her sex, revealing almost as much as they concealed. Jerry gulped audibly at the sight.
Sue danced faster now, her own excitement building. She tantalized him by dancing just out of reach. When he grabbed for her she danced away, shaking a finger at him. One hand went behind her back and she unfastened the bra, holding the cups in place over her breasts with her other hand. She teased him for long minutes, then pulled the top away and threw it at him. It smacked him in the face and dropped into his lap. His mouth was open with amazement and shock at the sight of her bare breasts, and her nipples hardened abruptly into tight pink cones.
"Don't you think you'd be more comfortable out of those clothes?" she asked huskily as she danced in front of him.
He scrambled to his feet and fumbled frantically. In spite of his clumsiness, he was quickly down to his underpants. His prick was as hard as a rock. A stain of moisture on his underpants where the tip of his cock pushed them out indicated his readiness. Sue danced over toward him and reached for the elastic waistband, pulling it out over the head of his cock. Quickly she stripped him of his last clothing, then fondled his cock gently.
"Now me," she whispered anxiously, her eyes riveted on his prick as she toyed with it. He reached for the bikini and wrestled it down her legs. She released his cock as he knelt to strip her. Kicking her panties away, she gripped his hair. His face was even with her cunt and she guided his face into her, spreading her legs. He buried his face in her crotch; instinctively his tongue licked out into her cunt, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.
For long minutes he sucked and chewed at her sex, his face buried in her cunt. He licked along the lips of her pussy, driving her insane with lust, triggering virtual gushes of juices from her vagina. Finally she couldn't take it any longer and lifted him to his feet, pulling him up by his ears. Holding his head between her hands, she kissed him, licking her juices from his lips and thrusting her tongue in his mouth.
Then she took him by the cock and led him over to an armless dining chair and sat him down on it. Holding his cock in her hands, she straddled him. His eyes were locked on her cunt as she moved over his cock, then bent her legs slowly, guiding his prick up to the entrance of her well-lubricated vagina. She dropped onto him abruptly, jamming the full length of his cock up into her with one thrust. He jammed his hips up against her in response. She guided his hands to cup her tender but touchable ass, then began to bounce up and down on him. Faster and faster she pounded up and down, rolling and twisting her hips as he squeezed her buttocks. The burning his hands triggered there only added to her excitement until she felt him driving his hips upward harder and harder, finally lifting her off the floor. His cock began to spout come upward into her vagina, and Sue climaxed in a kaleidoscope of pleasure. Slowly her passion declined and she slumped down on Jerry, exhausted.
Finally she climbed off him and helped him up.
"If you want to you can stay here tonight."
"Gee, thanks," Jerry answered, his face lighting up with hope.
"But don't expect anything more from me," she warned. "And you'll have to leave at six."
"That's all right." Almost worshipfully he followed her into the bedroom. Sue felt like a mother as he cuddled against her in the narrow bed. Sleep overwhelmed her abruptly.
CHAPTER 8
The next morning, Sue was barely able to drag herself out of bed. She had partially awakened up when Jerry got up and left at six. At eight, the last possible moment for her to get up, she managed to stagger out of bed, stumble blindly to the kitchen to make some instant coffee. While she waited for the water to boil she ducked into the bathroom. Her face was a mess, bloated and puffy with sleep, bags under her eyes, and she decided her eyeballs looked like a road map of the Village.
The tea kettle whistled just as she finished rinsing her face with a cold washcloth. The instant coffee scalded her tongue and she slammed the cup down, slopping the hot liquid over her hand. The pain in her mouth and on her hand combined to wake her up instantly. Muttering to herself, she hurriedly dressed, then sipped the coffee tentatively. Hot enough to be painful, but not hot enough to burn, it scorched down her throat and she gradually found her interest in the rest of the world increasing. Her hair was hopeless, so she stuffed it under a wig and hurried out the door.
The day was a nightmare of exhaustion to her. Her fingers felt like sausages on the keyboard of her typewriter, and she found it impossible to keep her shorthand symbols straight. The third time she asked her boss to repeat something he was dictating, he eyed her critically.
"Miss Patterson, if we're keeping you up, I do hope you'll forgive us. This is, believe it or not, a business office."
"Yes, sir," she agreed meekly. Normally she would have turned on her charm. This time she was so tired she could only cringe under the tongue lashing.
Lunch time gave her a pleasant break, and she used one of the back offices for a quick half-hour nap that did much to restore her strength. She managed to calm her boss' bad temper by some artful flirting, and by quitting time again had to fend off an offer of dinner from him. Just as she was about to step away from her desk, the phone rang. For a second she debated not answering it, but lost the battle and reached for it, knowing who it would be and what it would mean.
"Come over at seven," Paul ordered.
"Paul, I'm terribly tired," Sue argued.
"Come over at seven," he repeated again, keeping his voice calm and reasonable.
She caved in again. "Yes, Paul." As she hung up she cursed herself for not standing up to him. She knew the evening would be agonizing, and dreaded another beating. At the same time she remembered the incredible inverted ravishing she had received the night before and felt a flutter of excitement in her belly. The session with Jerry Danvers was almost forgotten. The deadly fascination she felt for Paul Matthews was overwhelming everything else in her life, and she felt helpless against it.
At seven o'clock she was at his door. Lacking instruction, she had worn the same dress she had worn to work, but stripped away her underpants and bra in accordance with his early rules.
"Very prompt," he complimented her, and she felt a peculiar flush of pleasure. "Mix me a drink and then fix yourself one."
As she mixed his martini, she found herself taking extra care to get it right. She wondered about his thoughtfulness toward her this evening, but knew better than to question him about it. Instead she mixed herself a gin and tonic and brought him his martini. Sitting gingerly on the couch, she sipped her drink, relishing it more than she ever had in the past.
After testing his martini, Paul nodded approvingly. "Very good. You learn rapidly." Sue smiled, relaxing gradually.
"After you have your drink, you'll find all the dinner fixings out in the kitchen ready for you. It's a simple meal, and you can join me at the dinner table when you've prepared it. You were quite good last night, except for your tardiness at times, and this evening you were right on time. I like that."
"Thank you," she muttered.
"This doesn't mean you're off the hook. I just want you to see that this relationship has rewards as well as punishments," he told her. "If you step out of line, the rope and strap are right here." He indicated them coiled significantly on the coffee table.
"Yes, Paul." She shivered at the sight of them. Seeking refuge from his sight, she gulped her drink and quickly finished it. "I'll go fix dinner."
Out in the kitchen she found it was only a few minutes work to get dinner underway. In half an hour it was ready and she called Paul to the table. As if he were courting her, he held her chair for her as she sat down, then took his own place. Understanding what was expected of her, she passed him the food for the first servings, then served herself. When something was needed from the kitchen, she was the one who had to get up and get it. She was not, however, being treated like the slave she had been.
Halfway through dinner the gin and tonic suddenly hit her, leaving her groggy and fighting to control her hands. The alcohol combined with her exhaustion to make conversation impossible. Struggling, she managed to conceal her giddiness and dizziness until after dessert. A feeling of impending disaster hung over her by then, and she waited, terrified, for her first serious mistake. As she served dessert, she kept casting surreptitious glances over at the rope and strap. This proved to be her undoing as she slopped coffee into Paul's saucer.
She froze, watching him fearfully as he drummed on the table. "That's not very good," he said calmly.
"I'm sorry, I'll get you a fresh cup and saucer." Hurriedly, she took the old one away and replaced it. As she poured again, she knew he was still angry. Her buttocks seemed to warm all by themselves as she poured her own coffee. In fearful silence she sat down and stared into her cup, her appetite gone completely. Paul maintained a stony silence until he finished his coffee.
"Bring me a sherry," he ordered, getting up from the table. "And then clean up this mess."
"Yes, Paul."
When she handed him the glass, some of the sherry spilled because of the trembling of her hand. Paul muttered a curse and threw the rest of the sherry at her, spraying her face with the sticky wine.
"That does it," Paul growled. "Take off that dress. And if you're wearing anything under it, it will go twice as hard on you."
"Y-yes, Paul," Sue answered meekly and began removing her dress. She felt a weird surge of excitement as she unzipped it and stripped it off over her head. Underneath she was nude. Dropping the dress, she stood at attention in front of him, feeling his eyes rake over her from head to toe.
"Get the rope," he finally ordered.
Sue's pulse quickened as she picked up the coil of rope and slipped the noose over her wrists. Mutely, she held her arms out and handed him the free end. With a jerk he tightened the loop around her wrists. Head bowed, she stood before him as he studied her again. An exciting mixture of fear and anticipation burned through her, making her knees quiver. Finally the big man got up from the couch and led her across the room by the rope. When he drew back the curtains from the French doors to the terrace, Sue gasped, knowing what he was about to do. A knot of excitement exploded in her gut.
Opening both the doors he lifted the length of rope and hooked it over an iron rod on the outside of the door frame. Stark naked, Sue found herself facing the dark mass of the City, the night air brushing over her body. Casually, Paul tightened the rope, dragging her arms up over her head. Leaving her some slack, he bent down and took her ankles, spreading her feet apart. From the sides of the doorway he pulled lengths of rope and tied each of her ankles, trapping her with her legs spread wide. Then he again tightened the rope to her wrists, drawing her arms up straight.
"Someone will see," she moaned in a mixture of shame, fear and excitement. Her legs, body and arms formed an inverted Y in the doorway. She felt as if a million eyes were on her as she hung there, helpless.
"I want the whole city to see," Paul remarked calmly. "I thought you would respond to some kindness, but all I got for my trouble was a mess. Understand?"
"Yes, Paul," Sue agreed meekly. Inside she wondered how he could so rapidly destroy her defiance of him. When she was away from him, wild plots of revenge raced through her mind, but in Paul's presence they melted away like ice in the desert.
"There was no excuse for either the coffee or the wine to be spilled like that," Paul went on. Sue jumped when he cracked the leather belt behind her. "I don't intend for it ever happen again. It's obvious that the only thing you respect is punishment. Courtesy only seems to breed contempt in you."
"Yes, Paul," Sue agreed again. She stared out into the night and thought she could see a thousand faces at a thousand windows witnessing her degradation. Over on the Avenue horns honked and traffic rushed by, while down on the street a lone man walked his dog. Sue was first hopeful he would look up and come to her rescue, then terrified he would look up and see her helpless, naked body spread against the dark face of the building.
"This isn't quite right," Paul remarked behind her. There was a series of unidentifiable noises behind her; then he slipped past her. She looked down and her blood froze. Her last possible covering, the darkness, was being stripped from her as he set up a light in front of her and clicked it on. The glare flooded over her body, blinding her. She knew she stood out against the dark facade of the building like a pagan sacrifice. Her pale body would be like a beacon, drawing curious eyes to it. And in her heart she knew that in New York City everybody would look and wonder, but no one would come to her rescue. Squeezing her eyes shut against the glare of the light, she felt tears begin to trickle down her cheeks.
Paul stepped back into the apartment and she heard the belt crack in his hands. Tensing her muscles, she waited for the first blow. Her fear, shame and disgust were combining in her stomach to tighten it to a hard knot, and sexual excitement surged to life as she waited.
The first blow burned like fire across the back of her tightly stretched thighs. With slow, measured strokes, Paul worked his way up toward her buttocks, slowly setting every square inch of the back of her thighs aflame. As usual, the strokes were slow, measured, giving her ample time to anticipate each one. The anticipation only made each one worse. She bit her lip, fighting to keep from crying out, knowing if she did cry out it would attract a thousand people to windows opened to the summer night. The crack of the lash against her flesh echoed weirdly in the room behind her, while from in front of her came the usual evening noises of the city. Television sets blared, families laughed and talked, babies cried, and a car hissed past on the narrow street below as blow after stinging blow blazed across Sue's back. The cool night air raised goosebumps on her arms and the front of her legs, while the backs of her thighs felt as if they had been set afire. Her cunt was humming with excitement, the mild breeze drying her juices on her as quickly as they flowed, providing a strange, icy counterpoint to the fire being brought to life in her buttocks.
Deep inside, as the beating went on and on, Sue felt her passions growing, a ball of fire matching the burning of her ass. Her mouth watered in anticipation of the climax she felt approaching, a climax triggered purely by the beating she was receiving. Her thigh muscles tightened and twisted with excitement, and the muscles in her stomach fluttered in anticipation of the approaching orgasm. Closer and closer she drew to the desperately desired release, every stroke of the belt inching her passions higher until she was gasping with joy.
Suddenly the blows stopped. For ageless moments she hung there, muscles locked, waiting for the next blow, but nothing happened. Desperately she squirmed against the ropes in an attempt to reach the climax that hung just out of reach. Her body screamed for relief as she writhed against her bonds.
Then there was something behind her-a hot hard mass prying between her buttocks. Desperately she rotated her pelvis, trying to bring her vagina in line with whatever that desirable mass was. Paul's hands clamped down on her hips, locking her pelvis in place, and the head of his cock poked at her asshole, triggering a new blaze of excitement in her. She felt her feet lifting from the floor as he steadily drove his cock upward into her anus. The tight ring of muscle slowly yielded before his onslaught, but the friction of the nearly dry tool was agonizing. He backed away for a moment, then came back at her. This time his cock was slick with some lubricant and her asshole yielded more readily to him. A fraction of an inch at a time she felt the head of his cock wedge her anus open, and she fought to admit him.
Her lust boiled rapidly higher as she felt him slowly gaining access to her bowels. The ring of muscle snapped into the groove at the base of the head of his cock, sending a jolt of fire through Sue. His angle was wrong as he continued to bore his way into her, and she twisted her pelvis to line her rectum up with his ramming shaft. Her mouth was open in a soundless scream of joy as he gained ground in her. She reached a peak, and then went still higher as he drilled his way into her. She felt as if she was being torn wide open by his monster cock. His hands reached around her, found the juicy distended tissues of her cunt, and mashed them brutally. She rocketed to a climax.
Finally he was completely in her, his hips pressing tightly against her buttocks, the full length of his prick rammed up her ass. He lifted her off the floor with his hips and she hung suspended on his cock, her belly arched out into the night air. The breezes teased her rock-hard nipples as she hung there, spotlighted against the face of the building, his cock spitting her brutally. The mixture of pain and sexual excitement drove her mad.
He wrapped his fingers around her waist in a bruising grip. Using his hands to keep her suspended in mid-air, he began to piston his cock slowly in and out of her rectum. The slipping friction of that huge tool in her butt drove Sue to still another orgasm. Her juices gushed outward from her cunt, pouring down her thighs in streams turned to ice by the night breezes.
Faster and faster he pounded his cock into her, using his hands to lift her and drive her down on him. The impact of the blows rattled up her spine, making her ears ring as he pounded at her harder and harder. Her clitoris swelled, desperately demanding attention, but with her hands bound Sue was helpless to reach it. She climaxed again, then felt Paul slam her down on his cock one last time. He began to fountain wads of come up into her bowels, and Sue climaxed again, this time emitting a soft wail of pleasure as the world whirled around her.
She was only dimly aware of Paul lowering her feet back to the floor and withdrawing his swiftly wilting cock from her asshole. Exhausted, her legs like rubber, Sue hung from her wrists in the doorway, fighting to regain her senses. Finally she managed to regain her strength enough to ease the strain on her wrists by standing up. She tried to look around and find Paul, but her arms prevented her from seeing behind her and the ropes to her ankles kept her from turning around. She could feel his come slowly trickling out of her ass, sticking her buttocks together as it dried.
She heard Paul moving around the room behind her, then the sound of something being poured. Helplessly, she could only stare out into the night, half blinded by the glare of the spotlight.
"Now, I'm going to have my sherry," Paul remarked from behind her, the couch creaking slightly as he settled down on it. She heard the thump of his feet going up on the coffee table, then silence, broken only by an appreciative sigh.
The breeze chilled her as it dried the sweat of her passion, and her teeth began to chatter slightly. Her muscles knotted, then shivered convulsively, then knotted again. Her shoulders ached from the strain of the ropes, and her hands were cold and numb. Only the pain kept her from dozing off.
After what seemed like hours, she heard Paul get up from the couch and go out to the kitchen. He returned and she felt him releasing the ropes around her ankles. When that was done, he unfastened the rope holding her wrists over her head. She had to fight down a gasp of pain as she lowered her arms, her shoulders protesting fiercely. She stumbled slightly as she backed away from the doorway. The room felt warm and comfortable after the cool night.
Almost gently, Paul untied her wrists. She massaged the circulation back into her hands and inspected the damage the rope had done to her tender skin.
"Go home," Paul ordered.
Awkwardly she fumbled with her dress and managed to slip it on, then put on her coat. His come and hers felt sticky on her thighs as she hurried homeward. Her body ached with exhaustion as she slipped out of her clothes and fell into bed without bathing.
She woke up enough in the morning to call her office and plead sickness; then she fell asleep again. It was late afternoon when the phone rang.
It was Jerry Danvers.
"I called your office and they said you were sick," Jerry remarked.
"I'm not really sick, just exhausted."
"I'm off work right now. Have you had anything to eat?"
"No, I just got up."
"Look, why don't you meet me for some food?"
"I'm sorry, I'm just too tired to go out," Sue explained.
"Okay, then I'll bring something over," Jerry replied.
"No, you don't need to do that. I'll be fine."
"No trouble at all. I'll be there in half an hour," Jerry answered, hanging up before she could say anything more.
She almost panicked. If Paul came over while Jerry was there, she was doomed. She tried to think of a way out, but her sleep-dulled mind refused to work. Finally she decided on a shower to wake her up and sluice away the evidence of the previous night. The hot water roused her, and restored her confidence. Paul had come to her apartment only that one time, and seemed to suspect nothing of her relationship with Jerry. It would be a relief to have a quiet dinner with the shy man after her brutal treatment by Paul.
She had just managed to bring order to her hair and slip into one of her more modest robes when the buzzer from the lobby sounded. Checking first, she admitted Jerry to the building. Waiting for him to arrive, she looked at her reflection in the mirror carefully. The only evidence of the night before was a slight redness around her wrists.
The doorbell rang and she opened the door to find Jerry standing outside with a brown paper bag in one hand and two pizza boxes in the other. Slipping past her with a quick word of greeting, he took over the dining table, spreading the boxes out and producing a bottle of wine from the sack.
"Just sit down," he ordered. "I'll find what we need."
She heard him rummaging around in the kitchen, and in seconds he was back with napkins, glasses, knives, and salt and pepper, all precariously clutched. Swiftly he spread them out and helped her into a chair, then sat down opposite her.
He cut a slice of pizza for her, then one for himself. "Now, eat," he ordered.
As she bit into the pizza, Sue looked at the young man opposite her. His courtesy and thoughtfulness contrasted dramatically with Paul's strength and dominance.
The pizza filled her stomach and the wine warmed her mind, until finally she felt stuffed and comfortable.
"I'll clear the table," Jerry quickly assured her.
As he bustled around removing the debris, Sue moved into the living room. She found his courtesy and thoughtfulness almost cloying. Her mind kept going back to Paul and his power over her. She wondered if he would call her office.
Jerry appeared with glasses of wine and guided her to the couch. As she sat down, she eyed him carefully, unsure of how to handle him. Curious as to what the effect would be, she let her robe slip a little to show the first creamy rise of her breasts. His eyes fastened on the display instantly, but this time there was no audible gulp. Instead, he set his wine down carefully, as if trying to keep his hand from shaking. Gently he reached for her, and she let him pull her in.
His lips were warm and tender against hers, not hard and demanding. The kiss was lingering and gentle, so lingering she almost felt the urge to hurry him along. Just as she was beginning to wonder if he had the courage to continue, his tongue probed gently at her lips. She slowly yielded to his exploring tongue, opening her mouth to him gradually. His hands still gripped her shoulders, holding her away from him. Trying to encourage him, she reached out and brushed his neck with feathering fingertips, scratching him slightly with her nails.
His progress was agonizingly slow, and Sue's passions quickly out reached his pace. But she managed to hold herself in restraint. As Jerry's hands slowly explored her sides and back, she found herself wishing for Paul's demanding boldness. Instead of being treated like fragile china, Sue found herself wanting to be treated like the slut she was. She remembered Paul's brutal buggering of her the night before, and her asshole twitched with excitement.
Gradually, Jerry grew bolder, his hands gently brushing over her breasts through the robe. She barely felt his first touch on her boobs. He pressed her breasts again, almost reverently. His hesitation at slipping his hands inside her robe made her breath catch from frustration. Her breasts were aching, ready for any kind of abuse, but Jerry went at her as if she were a butterfly. She arched her spine, pressing her breasts into his palms, until finally he reached for the belt of her robe and teased it loose.
Instead of shoving her robe back off her shoulders, he slipped his hands hesitantly inside to cup her naked breasts delicately. Her nipples poked up into his palms, but instead of bearing down on the tender mounds of flesh, he pulled his hands away from them, keeping contact only with his fingertips. She fumbled with his shirt buttons, wondering what it was going to take to get him more interested in her. His shirt opened easily and she brushed it back from his chest. He seemed to sense what she wanted, and finally pressed her robe back over her shoulders. She slipped her arms out of the sleeves and let the robe crumple down around her waist, leaving her torso bare. His hands recaptured her breasts, finally pressing down firmly on her nipples. Waves of heat swept through Sue as she again kissed Jerry.
For a long time they remained that way, and Sue found herself thinking that by this time, Paul would have spitted her on his big cock, driving her to one orgasm after another. Anxiously, she fumbled with Jerry's belt and unfastened his pants. His cock was hard and ready as she freed it and began to play with it. His hands finally found her cunt and his fingers toyed with her juicy flesh, teasing fresh gushes of moisture from her vagina. She pulled him toward her, falling backward on the couch, spreading her thighs for him. Swiftly she guided his cock to her cunt and had to pull on his hips to get him to drive fully into her. Just as he touched bottom, the phone rang, making them both jerk. He started to draw out but she trapped him in her with her thighs even as she reached for the phone.
"H-hello," she answered, trying to keep her voice steady, knowing already who it was.
"Come over," Paul ordered.
Sue clapped a hand over Jerry's mouth as he seemed about to say something.
"I'm sorry, I'm busy right now," Sue replied, trying to stall.
"I don't care what you're doing. Come over. Or I'll come and get you."
Sue felt a surge of fear at the thought. If Paul found Jerry with her, Paul's reaction would be ferocious. She felt the last remnants of her passion for Jerry fading quickly. "What should I wear?" she asked, giving in.
"Nothing," Paul replied. "Just your coat."
"I'll be there," Sue agreed quickly.
With Jerry's cock, now half wilted, still buried in her, she hung up the phone and pushed him off. "I have to leave," she said bluntly.
Jerry's cock died on the spot, shrinking almost instantly. "What do you mean?"
Sue threw off her robe and went to the closet, nearly unconscious of her abrupt nudity. Quickly she slipped on her coat. "I'm sorry, but I have to go."
"Go where?" Jerry asked. He stared at her, amazed, as she buttoned her coat over her naked body. "You can't go out like that."
"I have to," Sue replied bluntly. "Now leave, please."
Jerry was fumbling with his clothes, hastily pulling his pants up and fastening them. "You're crazy!"
"Maybe," Sue admitted. Inside, she agreed with him. Instead of regretting the interruption, she found herself anxiously looking forward again to being with Paul.
"I am not going to let you leave here like that," Jerry protested, trying to block the door.
"Jerry, I don't have time to argue," she replied, holding the door open for him. "Either you leave right now, or I'll scream rape and bring down the whole building on you."
Jerry suddenly paled. Hurriedly he slipped out the door, then turned back to her. "You're crazy," he repeated.
She closed the door on him and waited. She heard the elevator doors close behind him, checked her reflection in the mirror and then went out, locking the door behind her.
CHAPTER 9
As she hurried over to Paul's, Sue tried to tell herself she was running from fear. Inside, she had to admit that was only one part of the reason for her haste. She dreaded the possible beating she might receive from the big man. At the same time, she was desperate to see him as soon as possible. What she felt for Paul she couldn't call love-that emotion could not enter into a relationship such as they had-but an anxiety to serve him, a desire to please him.
Somehow she managed to cut two minutes off the time it usually took her to reach his door. After pausing for a second to regain her breath and pat her hair into place, she tapped gently on his door. When he answered, she opened it quietly and slipped inside.
Paul was leaning against the bar, a drink in his hand. He studied her carefully as she stood before him. "Take off your coat," he finally ordered.
Sue felt a surge of relief as she shed her only covering. From his tone, he was not going to beat her-yet. She hung up her coat and returned to face him, standing carefully at attention, hands at her sides. Her nipples hardened under his gaze and she felt a flutter of excitement in her belly as he studied her.
"Why didn't you go to work today?" he asked quietly.
"I was too tired," she answered truthfully.
Paul sipped his drink thoughtfully. "Have I been working you too hard?"
"No, Paul," she answered, shaking her head. Her dark auburn hair brushed her shoulders, tickling her.
"In the future, you'll get my permission to miss a day of work," he informed her.
"Yes, Paul."
"I don't want you gold-bricking any time you feel like it. Also, I don't want you going anywhere unless I know it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Paul."
Paul seemed to approve. "Good. Now, go in the kitchen and see what you can do about some dinner for me."
Out in the kitchen, Sue breathed a huge sigh of relief and quickly went to work on dinner. She took special care to prepare things perfectly for Paul. Part of her care was from fear, but she had to admit she simply wanted to please him, too.
Half an hour later she was carefully serving him at the dinner table. As he ate, she stood back in the corner, out of the way, but ready to fill any need. When his wine glass was empty, she appeared instantly to refill it without his asking. She was virtually oblivious to her nudity as she waited on him. She could sense his approval of her, and it gave her a warm glow of pleasure.
This time when she poured his coffee, she poured precisely, filling the cup perfectly without spilling a drop. She hovered anxiously by the table as he tasted the coffee and nodded his approval. As he sipped it, she took the opportunity to clear the table and set the dishes to soak.
She was beginning to feel on top of the world by the time Paul was ready for his sherry. She had it ready for him as soon as he settled on the couch.
"May I take the time to wash the dishes now?" she asked.
Paul nodded and she scurried away. Through the clinking and sloshing of the chore she kept one ear tuned for Paul's voice, and hurried out to replenish his sherry when he did call. He seemed impressed with her efficiency, but withheld any comment.
Finishing the dishes, she returned to her station by him. He ignored her completely as he finished his sherry while studying the stock market pages in the paper. Sue permitted herself a moment of relaxation. Since her arrival she had been bow string tight as she fought to please her master. Finally he finished his sherry and leaned back with a sigh. Quickly she picked up the empty glass and took it to the kitchen. After washing it and putting it away, she gave the kitchen one last check before turning out the light.
"Would you like a bath?" she asked, returning to Paul.
Paul thought for a moment. "That sounds like a very good idea."
"I'll draw the water." Quickly, she started the tub filling. She popped out of the bathroom to find Paul wandering thoughtfully around the bedroom.
"Here, let me do that," she offered as he started to unbutton his shirt. Her nimble fingers quickly unfastened the shirt and tossed it on the bed. His undershirt followed, after she tugged it off over his head. Kneeling, she untied his shoes and held them while he slid his feet out. One by one she removed his socks. Still on her knees, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped the fly of his trousers. Sliding them down the massive columns of his legs, she held them while he stepped out. Then she left him long enough to check the bath water. Returning, she knelt before him again, and stripped down his underpants. As she bowed before him, he lifted first one foot, then the other. As he did so, he balanced himself with one hand on the top of her head. The contact sent a surge of pleasure through Sue.
She followed him into the bathroom and steadied him as he stepped into the tub. With a sigh he settled into the steaming water and she reached for the shampoo. Carefully and gently she began to lather his hair, her fingers combing the suds through. Finishing the shampoo, she rinsed his hair, carefully keeping the soap out of his eyes.
It became a labor of love as she washed him gently. She felt warm inside as she tended him carefully, meticulously soaping every square inch of him. She remembered his instructions from the first time, and was more careful than ever as she bathed his cock. Her fingers caused it to stir to life gently, and she toyed with it only enough to give him a little pleasure without triggering an orgasm. Finishing with it, and rinsing it off, she planted a gentle, reverent kiss on its tip before moving to soap his legs and feet.
As she washed each foot, he steadied himself again by placing one hand on her head. Finally she was done and he settled down in the hot water. Carefully she added more water, bringing the temperature up to where he liked it. Then, as he soaked, she took the time to dispose of the dirty clothes she had left on the bed. By the time she finished this he was ready to step out of the tub and she stood waiting for him with a towel ready.
Moving around him, she dried every inch of his body, then brushed his hair for him. He stood there, impassive, as she tended to him as if he were a god. Carefully, she powdered his balls and his feet, then stepped back.
Ignoring her, he walked out of the bathroom, not bothering with the robe she held for him. She followed him into the living room and stood at attention as he fixed himself a drink. Finally he sat down on the couch and looked up at her.
"You're learning," he commented eventually.
Sue blushed with pride and asked, "Is there anything else you want?"
"Not right now," Paul admitted. "You've been very thorough." He sipped his drink and studied her carefully. Again her nipples hardened as his eyes brushed over her naked body. She stood proudly before him as he admired her body.
"Stan is having a party this Saturday," Paul finally said.
Not knowing what to reply to this, Sue remained silent.
"You're going with me," the big man went on quietly. "You're going as my slave. Understand what that means?"
Sue gulped. "I th-think so."
"It means that while we're at that party you'll never leave my side. And the reason you won't leave my side is because I'm going to have you on a leash."
"Yes, Paul," Sue agreed. She found the thought of appearing in public with Paul, totally subservient to him, somehow exciting. "What should I wear?"
"On the evening of the party, come over here in just your coat. I'll have something for you to wear. When you come, bring your jewelry for me to choose from for you. Understand?"
Silently, Sue nodded.
"Good. There's a tape measure out in the kitchen. Go get it and measure your neck for the collar. Oh, and one other thing. At that party you are my slave and no one else's. I fully expect other people will want the use of your services. You'll grant them if and when I order you to."
"Yes, Paul." Sue hurried out to the kitchen, found the tape measure and carefully measured her slender white throat. The touch of the tape against her skin thrilled her, and she gulped as a wave of excitement shivered through her. Mixed with her fear of the approaching party was a gut-twisting excitement. She wrote down her neck measurement and handed it to Paul. He barely glanced at it.
"Let me look at you," he ordered.
Mute, she stood before him as his eyes roamed over her naked body. She posed for him, understanding what he wanted. Her nipples hardened, forming tight pink peaks for the mounds of her breasts.
"Dance for me," Paul ordered after studying her for a few minutes.
Using the background music from the radio, Sue began to dance for her master, twisting and posturing for him. Her body felt lithe and graceful as she moved to the music. She let her own instincts govern her moves. Her erotic nature took over and her pelvis gyrated in a motion as old as time. She offered herself to him in dance, lifting her breasts with her hands, and toying with the nipples to bring them even more erect. With flying fingers she traced the curves of her body, sliding her hands down her sides from her breasts. Turning her back to Paul, she looked over her shoulder at him, then began to arch until she was looking at him upside down, her auburn hair streaming toward the floor. She could sense his eyes on the peaks of her breasts. Her belly muscles tightened with excitement as she posed for him, back arched like a belly dancers.
Finally her belly muscles began to ache from the strain and she straightened up. As she turned to face him, she stroked her thighs and lower belly with her fingertips, drawing his attention to her curly pubic hair. Teasingly she stroked the juncture of her thighs and her body. As her fingertips stroked upward, she felt excitement explode in her gut, setting her afire with passion. Fighting to contain herself, she avoided toying with her cunt as long as possible. Finally, she let the fingers of one hand brush into her pubic hair. The touch sent a jolt of pleasure rocketing through her body.
By this time, Paul's cock had swelled to become an erect staff. As he lay on the couch, he toyed with the big tool idly, his fingers brushing its underside. He wet his lips, his big chest heaving with excitement. Sue felt a surge of joy at his interest. She worked harder to please him, fingering her cunt with one hand, her breasts with the other. Finally her own passion became too much for her, and, her knees folding under her, she fell to the carpet. She writhed on her back, offering herself to him.
"Please, please fuck me," she pleaded aloud, desperately. Her fingers pried at her cunt, spreading the lips, presenting to him her juicy, excited internal tissues. She ached to have him fill her with his big cock. "Please," she begged, her voice a whine.
It seemed as if he was going to leave her writhing on the floor forever. Finally, he moved, slowly rising from the couch to stand over her. She looked up at him, begging him with her eyes, her body afire. His cock was hard and proud, standing out from the bush of his pubic hair, a monster column of lust. He reached down for her, his fingers bruising as he gripped her around the waist and lifted her. She was limp and helpless in his grasp as he carried her toward the little terrace. The touch of the iron rail around the terrace was like ice against her bare buttocks. He seated her precariously on the rail, balancing her with his hands. She looked at him submissively, acknowledging his total power over her-mental and physical.
Holding her, he stepped between her legs, his cock boring unerringly into her cunt. With slow, pistoning movements, he drilled into her, making her cry out with joy as he stretched her vagina with his prick. Finally he was in her, their pubic hair meshing. With his hands on her waist, he bent her back away from him so he could study her face.
There was a smile on his face, a smile of power. "You know you're at my mercy. I could kill you if I wanted to. Just one little push, and over you'd go. Even if I just let go of you, you'd fall."
The fear his words triggered only added to Sue's excitement. "I know it," she admitted in a husky voice.
He let her lean back farther and farther. For a while she tried to keep her head up, to look at him, but the strain became too much and she let her head drop back. As he let her lean back, more and more of her weight was on his hands and she was more and more dependent on him. Her back arched, her head falling backward into the cool night air until she found herself looking at the buildings across the street, upside down. Paul's cock was a monstrous, hot mass in her cunt as he let her lean back. Into her field of vision came the street, looking very hard, and lonely, and far away. The blood began to run to her head, making it feel swollen. He began to move his cock in her cunt, slowly sliding it out, then back in.
She was delicately balanced, and could feel how carefully he moved to avoid driving her buttocks off the railing. The precariousness of her position only added to her excitement. As she gazed down sixty feet to the cruel hard pavement, she acknowledged again her total dependence on the big man, and thrilled to the knowledge.
He began to move faster, but still carefully, and Sue felt herself approaching an orgasm. As it drew nearer and nearer, she began to whimper softly. His hands bruised her flanks as he supported her out over the sixty feet of empty air. Faster and faster he moved in her, and she came closer and closer to her orgasm. Her vision of the world narrowed to that tiny patch of sidewalk she would hit should she fall, and she roared higher and higher. She felt him beginning to come, and just as he did, his hands loosened on her sides for an instant. The heart-stopping terror that he would let her fall set off her orgasm, an orgasm so strong it felt as if she were bathed in molten steel. As she climaxed everything else vanished, leaving her hanging in a void filled with incredible pleasure. She was hardly aware of his cock spraying its load of come into her vagina. As her climax slowly faded, she became aware of his cock slowly dying inside her, then of his hands hauling her back from the void. Exhausted from her orgasm, her muscular strain, and her terror, she slumped against him, fighting to regain her senses. For a second he let her support herself against him, then leaned her against the side of the door.
She watched him move away from her as her heartbeat slowly returned to normal. She viewed him as if he were a god as he poured himself some wine and settled back on the couch. His cock was limp now, glistening with juices. Finally she staggered over toward him and slumped to the floor. Humbly, she knelt before him, resting her chin on his knees. She looked up at him, pleading for his attention and his approval. When he reached down and touched her head, stroking her hair, she sighed and almost purred with pleasure. She cuddled herself against his legs as he petted her gently.
"You'll stay here tonight," Paul finally decided.
Sue felt an overwhelming surge of gratitude for his simple offer, as if she had just been offered a kingdom instead of a place to sleep. "I'll get the bed ready," she replied, rising slowly to her feet.
In the bedroom, she carefully folded back the sheets and fluffed up the pillows. Just as she finished, Paul came out of the bathroom, tossed his robe aside and slipped under the covers. She felt him watching her as she hung up his robe. After a moment in the bathroom, she returned and slipped into the bed beside him.
In seconds she was sound asleep.
Sometime later, she wasn't sure when, she woke up to feel Paul probing her rectum insistently with his hard cock. Curled with her back toward him, his hand on her cunt, she squirmed her buttocks against him, shifting to give him a better angle. His cock was well greased and he relentlessly bored his way into her. She loosened the sphincter for him as much as she could, fighting down the stretching pain he was bringing to her asshole. Inch by painful inch he drilled up into her bowels. As he gained ground, Sue felt her own lust rising slowly. She squirmed her ass down on him, encouraging him to drive further and further up into her. She lifted her thigh to give his hand more access to her cunt and he drove her wild by jamming his finger up her vagina. Finally he managed to wedge his entire cock deep into her guts, his hips meeting her ass. He began to piston his cock in and out of her, and Sue rapidly roared to a climax that wrenched her muscles. His cock burned the tight ring of her anus as he speeded his moves. With one hand he explored her cunt, squeezing her clitoris, probing her vagina. His other hand clutched convulsively at her breasts. His breath roared past her ear as he pounded at her harder and harder, raising her to still another orgasm.
Sue felt as if she was being torn wide open by his monster prick up her ass-and still he shoved it up her butt. His moves were hard and violent now, his drives rattling her with their force. Finally he rammed up into her one last time. His cock twitched in her butt, then fountained shot after shot of semen up into her bowels, setting her off again.
No sooner had his orgasm died away than he withdrew his shrinking cock from her and rolled away. Sighing with satisfaction, he dropped off to sleep. For long minutes, Sue lay there, fighting to regain her breath, feeling lost and alone at Paul's quick departure. At the same time, she felt a subtle pleasure at having again satisfied the big man's desires.
As sleep eluded her, she thought about her developing relationship with Paul. Fear still dominated, but she was forced to acknowledge additional sensations. There was a desire to please him, to seek his approval. Her inability to manipulate him pleased her, rather than the opposite. Idly, she wondered if she would see Jerry Danvers at the party, and if so, what his reaction would be. Oddly, she had only vague memories of her sexual interludes with Jerry, while every session with Paul was engraved in her memory in letters of fire. Her butt gave a twitch and she wondered when she would again be balled upon by Paul. As sleep finally engulfed her, she hoped it would not be long.
CHAPTER 10
On Saturday she arrived at Paul's door, dressed, as usual, in just her coat. Under her arm she carried her bulky jewelry box. Once in the apartment he had her slip out of her coat.
"How do you look?" Paul studied her thoughtfully. "Not bad. Certainly the basics are there to work with."
For the first time in days, Sue became fully aware of her shameless nudity in front of Paul. A shiver passed through her as she wondered what the big man had planned for her.
"Stan's parties are strange," Paul said, beginning to rummage through Sue's jewelry box. "They aren't really costume parties, but everybody wears a costume anyway. Stan says at parties people should dress to match the roles they feel they fill in life." As he went on about the party, Paul laid out the jewelry he wanted Sue to wear in a neat row on the table. Finally he seemed satisfied with what he had chosen and closed the case.
Throughout the selection process, Sue had stood carefully at attention, waiting for his orders. She felt her gut tightening with excitement and nervousness as she watched the big man paw through her jewelry. His final choices, all gold-colored costume pieces, were heavy, massive pieces she rarely wore.
"Come over here," Paul finally directed.
Obeying him, Sue stepped over. He picked up a heavy box from beside the couch and began to unwrap it. "I had to look all over town to come up with this one," he commented as he stripped off the brown paper. Opening the box, he reached inside and lifted out what looked like the bottom to a bikini, made out of a heavy metal, gold-plated and set with jewels.
"Fortunately, in the city of New York, you can buy anything. Even chastity belts. Step closer."
Fighting down her shivers, Sue stepped closer to him. When he slipped the heavy rig on her, the touch of the metal was icy against her skin. The contraption rattled and clinked as he adjusted it carefully. Finally, he snapped a heavy lock shut and tested the fit with his fingers, first around her waist, then along the triangular piece that shielded her cunt. The basic design was simple-a metal belt that went around her hips. Down the front ran a heavy metal triangle, curved to fit her body. The triangle of metal passed between her legs, where it ended in a ring. Two lengths of chain ran from that ring up to the belt in back. The entire thing was held together by an ornate padlock.
"Walk around and see how it feels," Paul ordered.
As she walked, Sue could feel the edges of the triangle over her pussy pressing into her thighs. The belt rested heavily on the bulge of her hips, while the chains in the back rubbed her buttocks slightly.
"There's something wrong," Paul observed. "Oh, I see what it is. Come here a minute."
Her cheeks flaming, Sue stood in front of him again as he unlocked the chastity belt.
Paul set it aside with a clatter. "There are scissors and a razor in the bathroom. Shave your crotch completely. I don't want a wisp of hair or the slightest trace of stubble left in your crotch."
She wanted to argue, but knew better than to try. Silently, she followed his orders. She had to use a mirror to see some parts, and worked carefully around her delicate folds of skin as she shaved with the safety razor after clipping the red hair as short as possible. Even so, it tugged painfully as she removed the last traces of stubble. She carefully checked for any remaining stubble with her fingertips, triggering the first slight sexual excitement in her loins as she did so.
Back in the living room, Paul slipped the chastity belt on her again and studied the effect. "That's much better. Now, there's only one problem with this belt, and we'll resolve that later. Put these earrings on, and slide these bracelets up your arms to your biceps."
Following his directions, Sue donned the jewelry he handed her. The earrings were dangling oriental ones, interlocking rings of gold that nearly brushed her shoulders. The bracelets were wide gold bands that barely fit around her biceps. Finally he unwrapped another package and produced a wide gold collar and a leash.
"I'll just put the collar on you right now. The leash can wait until later."
When he was done, he had Sue stand back and studied her carefully. She felt like a pagan slave as he eyed her. The heavy collar gripped her throat tightly. She wondered where he had gotten it, because it was not simply a dog collar. It fitted her throat perfectly, and rather than buckling, it was fastened by a small gold padlock.
"Very good," Paul decided. "Now, let's get me ready."
As she helped Paul with his bath and dressing, Sue became more used to her costume. The only uncomfortable aspect to the entire outfit was the fit between her legs of the chastity belt, and she soon became used to it.
When it was time to leave, she helped Paul on with his coat and then slipped her own on. Rather than a costume, Paul had donned his most somber suit, complete with a vest. He carried the keys to Sue's collar and chastity belt on a long gold chain tucked into the vest pocket like an old-fashioned watch fob. The last item he picked up and dropped in his pocket was the leash.
Outside, Sue again became aware of her strange costume as Paul hailed a cab. A shiver of excitement cut through her as she watched normally dressed people pass them by. She wondered what would happen if she were to suddenly cast off her coat and display her pagan attire. Her bare breasts brushed the coat, her nipples hardening with excitement at the thought. A slight breeze reminded her that while her sex was covered by the chastity belt, the chains up the back left her buttocks bare. She found herself biting her lip with excitement.
Once in the cab, Paul gave the address and reached into his pocket for the leash. It jingled loudly as he straightened it and Sue saw the eyes of the cabby widen as he watched Paul snap the leash to the collar. The driver shook his head in wonder and turned his attention back to his driving.
Stan's place turned out to be in an old brownstone deep in Greenwich Village. After paying off the cab, Paul took the leash and led Sue down a short flight of stairs to the basement entrance. A black iron gate barred the way and he pushed a button beside it.
"Well, well, look who's here," Stan exclaimed as he peered at them through the bars. "Welcome to the dungeon."
Sue decided he was unaware of how appropriate his words were when she saw his eyes widen at the sight of the leash and collar as she passed him. She heard the gate clang shut behind them and his footsteps hurrying to catch up.
"What's this?" their host asked, lifting the loop of the leash.
"Part of her costume," Paul remarked. "Except that it's not a costume. It's her real life role."
Stand shook his head. "I find that hard to believe. Can this silent creature be the same temptress I met at your party? Forsooth, I think not."
"Take off your coat, Sue," Paul ordered quietly.
They were standing in the doorway to Stan's living room. The party was already in full swing. A few couples were dancing, but most were sprawled around on cushions scattered over the floor. The air was heavy with the scent of marijuana. Trying to be casual, but feeling as if every eye in the room were on her, Sue shrugged off her short coat and handed it to Stan. The conversation in the room died abruptly as she stood there in her slave costume. Her nipples hardened with excitement as she felt everyone in the room studying her carefully.
"My coat," Paul ordered quietly.
Humbly, Sue removed her master's coat and handed it to the gaping Stan. Their host finally managed to close his mouth with a snap and turn away to dispose of the coats.
Dragging Sue casually along by the leash, Paul walked slowly across the room to the bar. Sue felt everyone watching her as she trailed along behind him. She kept a few paces back, her eyes on the ground, acknowledging in public what she had long acknowledged in private, Paul's unrelenting power and control over her. Her humiliation in public excited her and she fought down tremors in her muscles as she followed him to the bar.
"Nothing for her," Paul informed Stan's pretty dark-haired wife. "A martini for me, Carol."
Stan's wife seemed to know exactly how Paul liked his drink and mixed it skillfully. "I see you have a slave," she observed as she handed him the glass. "Is she well-trained?"
"Of course," Paul replied. "You'll see as the evening goes on."
"What fun," Stan's wife observed. There was a glint of satisfaction in her eyes as she eyed Sue carefully. Sue remembered the incidents with Stan at the party and cringed at the threat lurking behind the woman's penetrating eyes. Sue suddenly wished she had restrained herself at Paul's party, and found herself wondering just what was in store for her later in the evening.
"Why, there's Kate," Paul observed.
Sue turned toward the door and gasped quietly. The tall, pale blonde she had met at Paul's party stood in the doorway. Kate looked like an illustration out of the Psychopathia Sexualis of Krafft-Ebing. From the neck down she was clothed in jet black. Her torso was covered by a tight-fitting black sweater that hugged her closely. Her breasts, never impressive, were small mounds, obviously braless. Her pants were jet black and fitted tightly. A wide black belt studded with silver hugged Kate's hips, while shiny black boots came nearly to her knees. The jet black attire made the paleness of her complexion and hair even more bold.
"I always thought she was a bit of a sadist," Carol observed calmly. "I'd keep her away from your slave, if I were you. She might damage the goods."
"You may be right," Paul commented.
"Say, who's Carmichael supposed to be?" Paul asked, catching sight of the tall, lanky man.
"I think he's Attila the Hun," Carol answered. "Or is it Genghis Khan? I always did have trouble keeping them straight."
"It's Attila, the Scourge of God," Carmichael informed her, evidently having heard Paul's question while sauntering over. "And who's this choice morsel?"
Sue tried to back away from Carmichael's reach, but was brought up short by the leash.
"Let the man inspect the merchandise," Paul ordered, giving the leash a tug.
Carmichael reached for Sue's chin and tipped her head up. She tried to meet his pale blue eyes with hers, but her gaze slid away under his careful scrutiny. He pried her lips apart, inspecting her teeth as if she were a horse.
"Hmmm, not bad," Carmichael observed.
"Of course not," Paul replied.
Under Carmichael's careful study, Sue's humiliation increased, and with it her excitement. She hoped her sexual stimulation at being the center of so much attention was not visible to the others.
"Let's go see Kate," Paul decided, pulling Sue along by the leash.
"Well, well, I see you finally got the little bitch under control," Kate observed. The blonde woman had assumed an entirely different air from the one at Paul's party. Her sickening air of sophisticated boredom had dropped away. Along with her jet-black, threatening costume, she carried an air of hardness. A black coil looped through Kate's belt caught Sue's eye. It appeared to be some sort of whip.
"Who are you supposed to be?" Paul asked.
Kate shrugged. "It doesn't really matter, does it? I guess you could consider me the Bitch of Buchenwald if you wanted to."
"Charming, but I don't see any swastika," Paul observed.
Kate grinned, her teeth flashing in the dim light. "In this town, you don't wear a swastika if you want to live to a ripe old age."
"I suppose not. Have you seen Harry Landon?"
"You mean, Henry the Eighth? Not yet."
"Is that who he thinks he is? That's rich," Paul chuckled.
"It's all right as long as your name isn't Anne Boleyn," Kate remarked drily.
"Personally, I can't see any woman losing her head over Harry Landon," Paul retorted.
"Ouch!"
"Sorry about that," Paul apologized.
"By the way, who are you supposed to be?" Kate asked. "You're hardly an historical figure in that outfit."
Paul glanced down at his commonplace outfit. "I'm just a capitalist."
"Well, look out for Lee Chang in that case," Kate warned. "I think he came as Mao Tse Tung."
"He's too skinny," Paul noted.
"He got a pillow for under his jacket."
"Oh. Who else is here, anyway?"
Kate shrugged. "The usual group."
Stan Peters approached. He was wearing a medieval costume of black and silver. With his dark beard and handsome features, he made Sue think of evil Prince John in the Robin Hood story.
"Who are you?" Paul asked bluntly.
"The Grand Inquisitor," Stan answered. "Torquemada, of course."
"Do you think the Inquisition will find any heretics to send to the stake?" Kate asked sarcastically.
Stan surveyed her carefully, his dark eyes flashing. "Careful, wench, or I'll put you on the rack."
A slender, olive-complected man with curling black hair drifted past and Paul eyed him curiously. Stan sensed Paul's curiosity. "That's Frank Santucci. I forget which of the Roman Emperors he is supposed to be. It's either Nero or Caligula."
"Charming," Paul remarked.
Sue stood silently beside them throughout this conversation, keeping in mind Paul's injunction for her to speak only when spoken to. The endless parade of costumed people had her feeling a little dazed. She had not realized just how many evil characters history had contained.
"I think I'd better go dance with my wife," Stan remarked.
Carol was waiting for her husband in the middle of the floor. Her outfit was only slightly more modest than Sue's, in that it covered her breasts and buttocks. She was dressed as an Egyptian queen. Stan moved over by her and they danced with erotic abandon to the driving music.
"Let's dance," Paul ordered, giving Sue's leash a jerk.
Once in the middle of the floor, he stood back from her, still holding the leash. "Dance for me," he ordered.
Hesitantly at first, Sue began to move to the music. Her near nudity and the fumes from the pot added to her excitement, freeing her to move more boldly than usual. Her costume left nothing to the imagination, and she could feel people watching her as she danced. She was barefoot, and the polished wood floor felt cool under the soles of her feet. She kept her eyes downcast, fastened on the crotch of Paul's pants as she danced. She was fighting to trigger a visible reaction from Paul and postured and writhed accordingly. With her fingers she toyed with her tits, pinching her nipples and bringing them erect. She was vaguely aware that everyone else had stopped dancing and was watching her. The thought only raised her own excitement higher as she danced more and more boldly and erotically for Paul. She lifted her breasts with her hands and offered them to him, her fingers teasing her nipples. Letting them drop, she shrugged her shoulders, making her breasts bounce on her chest. Her fingers traced down her hips to her crotch, where she suggestively toyed with her chastity belt.
All the eroticism she had felt since donning her costume was coming out in her as she rolled and twisted her hips for Paul. Her own blood boiled as she danced, displaying herself to the crowd as well as her master. She sensed his approval as she posed for them all. Her hair swirled around her face as she abandoned herself totally to the music. The chastity belt rubbed and chafed against her tender flesh, only exciting her more with the pain it triggered. She felt depraved and wanton dancing for the entire crowd.
Faster and faster she moved as the pace of the music picked up. Her fingers raced over her own body, from her throat to her thighs and back again, triggering rippling waves of passion through her muscles. She felt her orgasm building, rising from her own touch and the eyes on her as she danced, and she did everything possible to bring it closer and closer. She pried under the chastity belt with one desperately seeking finger, trying to reach her cunt and drive herself to still greater heights.
Her dance was being rewarded by a slow rise in Paul's pants as he watched her, and the sight encouraged her to try harder. She danced more and more violently for him, but still her orgasm eluded her. She looked at Paul, begging him with her eyes for some help in reaching the peak she felt so near. He seemed to sense her desperation and smiled at her. Kate was standing by his side, her pale blue eyes locked on Sue's erotically writhing body.
Sue was desperate now, her climax so near, but still so far away. Suddenly Paul seemed to understand and remember something. He whispered to Kate, and the tall blonde handed him the whip she had at her belt. With a grin that was almost a snarl he let the instrument of torture uncoil like a snake. Sue's eyes fastened on it hungrily and her mouth watered with excitement. Pleading with her entire body, she fell to the floor in front of Paul, offering the vast expanse of her naked flesh to him. The first lash, when it came, blazed across her back like fire, wringing a cry from her and raising her still closer to her orgasm. Her muscles began to writhe on their own, tumbling her over on the floor. As she writhed on the bare hardwood, the lash fell again, slashing across her belly, wringing a cry of pain from her, while at the same time she soared still closer to her climax. Her body no longer obeyed her mind now, writhing mindlessly on the floor as the lash cut at her again and again, now across her thighs, or her back, or her stomach. One blow struck her breasts, setting them afire with an incredible pain, the nipples burning with agony.
Paul seemed to be reaching a frenzy, and the whip fell harder and faster as he struck at her. Her orgasm finally washed over her, a wave of fire that wrung a scream from her as she rolled over and over on the floor, the whip cutting into her, leaving blazing pink trails of agony over her tender body. Finally Paul seemed to realize she was done, and threw the whip aside. His hands were on his hips as he stood over her, panting. Sue struggled to control her muscles, then managed to get to her knees. Humbly she crawled over to him, and, using his legs as a ladder, slowly lifted herself. His cock was hard and stiff under his pants. Oblivious to the crowd around them, Sue unfastened his pants, freeing his big cock to bob and wave before her face. Almost reverently she grasped the mighty tool and kissed it. Then she began to lick it as if it were a lollipop. Finally, she took the massive rod into her mouth, sucking at it eagerly. She became aware of the people watching them, but it only added to her excitement as she drove her head down on his big prick.
He stood over her, hands on his hips, as she sucked his cock eagerly. Faster and faster she drove the tool down her throat, her excitement building again as she did so. She began to whimper softly, trying to reach a second orgasm as she sucked Paul off. She sensed his climax nearing, and fought harder to reach her own, rubbing her thighs together. Closer and closer it drew, but still it remained just out of reach. She felt Paul's balls tighten up, felt the first tremors of his climax approaching, and readied herself for the blasts of semen. Just as the first preliminary twinge of Paul's cock took place, a stinging lash struck her back, making her jerk, jolting her toward her climax. Again a blow blistered her back, and she began to climax with a violence that almost made her loosen her grip on Paul. He began to spout into her mouth and she swallowed desperately to avoid choking, even as another blow from the whip streaked across her back and her own orgasm turned her muscles to jelly. Paul's cock slowly eased its eruption, and Sue pulled her mouth away, catching the last spurt of semen on her already sticky chin. Weakly, she slipped down, steadying herself on Paul's legs as she caught her breath and her senses. The beating had stopped, leaving her back a mass of fire. Gradually her senses returned and the fire of the lashing died away, leaving her limp and feeling as if she had a severe sunburn. Idly, she wondered if the whip had left any lasting marks. She tried to decide if she felt any blood trickling down her back, but the sweat from her exertions made this impossible.
"Get up," Paul ordered.
Still half dazed, Sue slumped at his feet, not hearing his order.
"Get up," Paul repeated.
Sue became aware that conversation around them had resumed. Only Kate remained by Paul, eyeing Sue curiously. Weakly, Sue tried to struggle to her feet. She was urged upward by Paul's hand tangled in her hair, pulling her up painfully. Awkwardly, Sue got to her feet and stood before her master.
Paying little attention to Sue, he gathered up the leash and turned to Kate. "I need a drink," he said.
Meekly, Sue followed him over to the bar on the end of the leash. She felt curious glances cast at her as she trailed along behind the man she had just blown in public, but she avoided looking up. Her cheeks flamed with shame and she could feel the juices of her own come drying on the chastity belt.
CHAPTER 11
As she stood by Paul's side, the cold chain of the leash hanging between her breasts, Sue gazed around at the rest of the party. Under the influence of her exhibition, the party seemed to have warmed considerably. Stan and his wife were intertwined on the floor, his hand buried in the crotch of her costume, while she was fondling his cock. Dick Carmichael was dancing with Kate, and she was brandishing the whip as if to use it on him.
"Looks like things are getting warmed up," Paul observed.
Sue became aware of pressure in her bladder and wondered what to do about it. She knew better than to address Paul unless he asked her to. She did her best to ignore the urge, using her view of Stan and Carol to take her mind off it.
Carol had managed to free Stan's cock from his costume and was stroking it carefully as he lay on his back in the middle of the floor. Nobody other than Sue seemed to be paying any attention to them. Evidently Carol could take it no longer and released Stan's prick long enough to strip down the bottom half of her costume. Her cunt was covered with a thick growth of jet black pubic hair that contrasted dramatically with her pale white skin. Stan was playing with her breasts as she crawled over him. Holding his cock up with one hand she lowered her cunt onto it and began vigorously screwing herself on him right in the middle of the floor.
Meanwhile, Dick Carmichael had stripped off the rough cut shirt he had worn as Attila the Hun. Kate took her cue and swung the whip in a whistling arc, wrapping the lash around his chest. His teeth flashed in a grin as the lash stung his flesh. Kate struck at him again, and again. His cock was a mighty pole pushing out his pants. On her next stroke, he grabbed the whip. Before the blonde girl could release her grasp, he had yanked her in against him and was digging one hand into her crotch. Dropping the whip, she scratched at his back with red lacquered fingernails as she spread her legs for his exploration. There was no gentleness as they tore at each other like animals. She freed his cock just as he ripped open her tight slacks and yanked them down around her ankles. Her cunt was shielded with a fine growth of blonde hair. Dick tumbled her to the floor with a thud. In a second he was on her, his long thin cock drilling into her cunt as if there was no tomorrow.
Sue felt her own cunt twitch as the lanky man pounded his cock up into Kate in a ferocious series of drives. Kate clawed his back as he raped her violently, his hips jerking in a wild, quick rhythm. Sue could hear their bodies slapping together even over the sound of the music. Kate let out a long, blood-curdling wail of pleasure and raked her nails over Dick's back. He slammed into her and jerked her hips up off the floor, his cock twitching in her cunt. As his body jerked with his orgasm, a trickle of juices oozed out from around his prick, dripping down over Kate's ass and on to the floor.
"I gotta take a leak," Paul commented coolly, seeming to take little notice of the expanding orgy around them. Meekly, Sue followed along as he towed her from the room. She suddenly realized he was taking her right into the bathroom with him.
"Face the wall," Paul ordered. Mutely, Sue did as he wanted. She heard his pants being unzipped then a moment of fumbling. Suddenly water splashed noisily in the toilet, making her jump. The stream of water seemed to last forever, and Sue felt her cheeks burning. She fought the urge to turn around and peek at Paul as he urinated. The sound of his pissing triggered her own need to urinate, making her cross her legs anxiously. She wondered if she dared to ask him for permission to pee, but by the time she had worked her nerve up he jerked her around and towed her out of the bathroom. Someone slipped past them and disappeared inside.
Back in the main room, the orgy seemed to have picked up to the extent that there were few couples left out of the general screwing. A girl Sue didn't recognize was bent backward over a large cushion on the floor, while a man knelt between her thighs, his face buried in her snatch. His jaw worked convulsively as he ate her out vigorously. She was rolling her head with excitement, her hands tearing through her long brown tresses.
For what seemed like hours, Sue stood silently by Paul as he watched the orgy. Finally everyone seemed to slow down until the floor was littered with people panting for breath.
"Well, now what?" Stan Peters said next to Sue's elbow, making her jump.
Paul eyed the dissolute gathering languidly. "Looks like the battlefield after the great war," he commented.
"But the night is yet young," Stan protested.
Sue was still fighting down the urge to urinate. She glanced at Paul, wondering what was in his mind.
Harry Landon came staggering up to them, and grabbed at Sue. Paul jerked her away before the drunken ad man was able to get a grip on her. "Hey, lemme borrow your slave," Harry slurred. "I need a woman, fast."
"You're all welcome to her, but first I want to get some licks of my own in," Paul said. "I've been waiting all evening for this, so I'm going to have my show now."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
Paul indicated Sue's obvious discomfort from her loaded bladder. "I want to see her pee." He held up his hands for silence, and called out loudly, "Quiet everyone. Sue is going to urinate for your entertainment."
A ragged cheer went up from the crowd, and Sue wanted to crawl into a hiding hole.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's see her pee!" Kate called out.
"I'll have to take the belt off her," Paul noted.
"So much the better," Carol commented. "Let's see what kind of a snatch she's got."
"Somebody get a bucket or something," Dick yelled.
Dazed and helpless, Sue let herself be guided to the middle of the floor. The crowd formed a circle around her and she cringed from the stares. Stan pushed through the crowd with a pan from the kitchen and placed it in the middle of the floor. Paul tugged Sue out to the pan, then turned to face her.
He spoke quietly, almost in a whisper. "Now, we'll see how well you've learned your lesson. I'm going to take the belt off you and I want you to piss in that pot. Understand?"
Sue looked up at him helplessly, tears in her eyes, her shoulders slumped.
"Do you understand?" Paul repeated, his face hardening.
The force of his gaze drilled down on Sue, and everything in the room disappeared except for Paul's face. Her resistance was completely gone.
"Yes, Paul," she replied softly.
The big man gave a grunt of approval and bent to unlock the chastity belt. She felt it drop away and cool air touched her sex. A soft murmur of comment about her freshly shaved cunt rippled through the crowd. Under the merciless gaze of the crowd, she forced herself to move to the pan on the floor and slowly squat over it. Paul stood in front of her and she looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. The need to urinate was like a knife in her gut, but her natural inhibitions made it a battle to release her water. Finally the first hesitant drops oozed forth, and that was all it took to release the flood. Her urine splashed into the pan in a rush. Keeping her eyes on Paul, her vision blurred by her tears, Sue released the flood into the pan. The crowd around her let out a sigh as the rush continued, then slowly died away. Finishing, she stood up slowly, the last drops of the yellow liquid trickling from her. Head hanging in shame, she stood before them, the pan of her urine in front of her.
Stan finally broke the tableau by bending and picking up the pan. Carol took it from him and carried it out of the room.
"Okay, she's all yours," Paul said, stepping away.
Sue suddenly froze, her blood running cold. Terrified, she stared around at the circle of faces surrounding her. Her gaze was met by a mixture of stares and leers. "Please," she whimpered softly.
"I get first shot," Harry Landon called out.
"Grab her," someone else shouted as Sue looked for some possibility of escape.
As she tried to run, she was grabbed and jerked off her feet. Someone had hold of her feet, while her arms were trapped by what felt like a hundred hands. Before she could resist, she was lifted into the air and lowered on her back onto one of the large cushions on the floor. Before she could struggle, she was forced backward over the curved pillow, hands pulling on her legs and arms. The lingering urine on the lips of her cunt dried to a chill from the touch of the air.
"Stop struggling," Kate snapped, and the whip lashed painfully across Sue's stretched belly, making her jerk with pain.
"Lemme at her," Harry roared. He dropped between Sue's legs and his fingers pried at her cunt. As he brutally explored her inner recesses with his fingers, Sue felt the first exciting gush of her juices. She looked up at the faces surrounding her, hoping at first that someone would rescue her, then hoping no one would, as Harry triggered her already boiling passions to new heights with his probing fingers.
"Jeez, she's a juicy piece," Harry remarked. His mouth descended on Sue's cunt and he licked passionately at her juicy tissues. The first touch of his tongue set Sue off like a rocket, waves of pleasure blasting through her tightly stretched body. Her muscles melted and softened under the impact of her own lust. Harry's tongue probed into her vagina, triggering jolt after jolt of lust in Sue's belly, then he sought out the excited button of her clitoris and proceeded to drive her wild. She writhed against the hands holding her, her pelvis twisting and rolling of its own volition. The ring of faces around her disappeared in a haze of pleasure.
Suddenly Harry's mouth left her cunt. Sue lifted her head and tried to see what was about to happen, but the arch of her body cut off any view of her cunt. Harry hovered over her, and suddenly his cock was at the gates of her vagina. He rammed in brutally, wringing a cry of pain from her. As he drove deeper, the pain was rapidly replaced by pleasure. Sue's pelvis again began to rock and twist with the stimulation of something being rammed up her cunt. Her head rolling, Sue climaxed quickly as Harry slammed his cock into her belly. His pubic hair scraped her recently shaved cunt painfully, only adding to Sue's pleasure as he pumped into her harder and harder. Suddenly he slammed into her and began to come, the thrust of his body driving her against the hands that still held her tightly. Sue felt his shots of come spattering against her cervix and climaxed again.
She felt Harry withdraw, and a surge of hope mixed with disappointment in her. She hoped for release, and at the same time wanted something more in her vagina. She whined with relief as another hot cock bored up into her well-lubricated cunt. She didn't even look to see who it was, but abandoned herself to total pleasure as some man pistoned his cock in and out of her, then climaxed with a rush. His pulsing shots of sperm into her vagina drove Sue to another climax.
She was dazed now, and hardly aware when still another cock was driven into her. The hands holding her had disappeared, but all Sue could do was lie arched over the pillow as another man slammed his cock up into her guts. Her orgasm seemed almost continuous as this man added his load of sperm to the wads already filling her cunt. So great was the load of semen she already carried, Sue was dimly aware of the addition spilling out around the cock unloading it.
That cock was withdrawn, and Sue slowly roused from her delirium and looked around herself hopefully. Familiar hands gripped her, and she sighed with satisfaction as Paul suddenly flipped her over on the pillow. As she hung face down over the pillow, Sue felt his cock at her anus and opened her bowels to him as best she could. Impatiently, he drove his huge tool up into her rectum, wringing a scream of mingled pain and pleasure from her. His hands dug under her body and grabbed her tits, squeezing them painfully as he pounded his prick up her ass in a series of quick, hard strokes.
Sue cried as another climax roared over her. She wriggled and twisted her ass against Paul's pistoning cock, adding to the pleasure he was giving her with his brutal reaming. Faster and faster he slammed his big tool in and out, until he virtually burned her tight ring of muscle. Sue was driven to one continuous orgasm that blasted everything else out of her mind. As consciousness faded in an everlasting wave of pleasure, she felt Paul discharging mighty shots of come up her rear end.
She woke what seemed like hours later with still another cock being driven into her ass. Weakly, she tried to see who was taking pleasure in her this time, but failed. The action tumbled the two of them off the pillow and onto the bruising hardwood floor. Somehow, whoever was buried in her rectum managed to maintain his position as she landed on top of him. He never missed a beat as he pistoned his tool in and out of her.
Suddenly Dick Carmichael was on top of her, and a second cock was being driven into Sue. She cried out as her vagina was driven open and she felt the two cocks squeezing the layer of tissue separating her two channels. Feeling like an obscene sandwich, Sue clutched desperately at Carmichael, her fingers raking his back as he matched his moves with those of whoever was driving his cock up Sue's butt. Working together, the two men drove her insane with their alternate pounding. As she climaxed again, she felt both men rocket their semen up into her simultaneously. Finally, totally exhausted, Sue passed out.
CHAPTER 12
Hours later, Sue woke to Paul roughly shaking her. It took a few moments for her to sort out her surroundings. Nude and semi-nude bodies were sprawled around the floor in weird tangles of arms and legs. Weakly, Sue struggled to her feet. As she gazed around at the remnants of the party, Paul refastened the chastity belt around her.
"Let's go," he ordered, taking the free end of the leash.
On shaking legs, Sue stumbled after him. Despite her exhaustion, she managed to help Paul with his coat and then slipped into her own. Her cunt felt bruised and sore, her ass ached, and trickles of come spilled down her legs as she and Paul made their way to the street.
The ride uptown was made in silence, and Sue had to struggle to avoid squirming on her bruised ass. The cabby cast hardly a glance at either of them. Sue fought down a giggle as she thought of what his reaction might be if he learned what she had just done. The memory of the relentlessly pounding cocks brought Sue to the edge of hysteria. Controlling her emotions, she smothered the urge to explode into a wild mixture of laughter and tears.
"You'll stay at my place tonight," Paul ordered calmly as they pulled up in front of his brownstone.
"Yes, Paul," Sue agreed quietly. Inside, in spite of her exhaustion, she felt a surge of pleasure at the thought. The idea of returning alone to her apartment had given her a hollow, empty feeling. Paul represented security to her.
Once inside the apartment, Paul unlocked her collar and belt and tossed them on the table with a clatter. "I need a bath," he remarked.
"Yes, Paul," Sue answered, understanding immediately. After starting the tub, she helped him out of his clothes. Fighting bone-weary exhaustion, she lovingly washed him down, then dried him.
"Take a bath before you come to bed," Paul ordered, leaving her in the bathroom.
Quickly and efficiently, Sue bathed herself, washing away the traces of the party. Her cunt ached dully from the pounding it had received, and her ass twinged painfully. Hurriedly, she finished, dried and powdered herself, then joined Paul in bed.
"I want another fuck," Paul remarked quietly. "But I can't get my cock up."
Sue understood what he wanted and pulled the covers down from him. She studied his huge body and traced the lines of muscles with gentle fingers. Quickly she reached his limp prick and lifted its head. Her gentle toying with it gradually brought it to life, and she felt it slowly rise, pulsing in her grasp. She lowered her head, her hair brushing over Paul's belly, and took the semi-hard cock in her mouth. As she bathed it with her tongue, it rapidly grew, filling her mouth with its bulk.
For long, happy minutes she sucked and licked at Paul's cock, until it was hard as steel. She finally lifted her head and looked up at Paul. At his nod, she straddled him and guided his cock up into her vagina. As he lay on his back, relaxed but for his rock-hard organ, she lifted and squirmed her pelvis, spitting herself on his prick. Restraining herself, she concentrated completely on lifting Paul higher and higher. Reaching behind herself, she felt down between his huge legs, touching and juggling his balls gently, then reaching further back. Her touch at his anus was rewarded by a twitch from his cock. She began to move faster and faster, using her fingers to stimulate him even further. Finally, he began to come in a series of slow, powerful pulses. When he began to climax, Sue finally let herself go and came to a delicious, satisfying climax that brought a deep sigh of contentment from her.
Totally exhausted and completely satisfied, she slumped down on Paul's huge chest, cuddling herself to him, and fell asleep with his slowly wilting cock still buried in her cunt.
The next morning, she awoke before Paul and slipped out of bed as quietly as possible to avoid waking him. By the time he was awake, she had a tray loaded with breakfast ready for him. anxiously awaiting his approval, she stood by the bed as he sampled the various dishes.
"Very good," he finally said, and Sue felt a wave of pleasure and relief at his approval.
"When I finish eating and you get things cleaned up, I want to talk to you in the living room," Paul said.
Sue shivered, wondering what he wanted. "Yes, Paul."
She had to fight to still the shaking of her hands as she washed the breakfast dishes. Finally done, she took a deep breath to calm herself and stepped out into the living room. Paul was standing at the balcony, staring out at the city thoughtfully.
"You wanted to talk to me," she finally said, frightened at breaking the silence.
"The pictures are on the table," Paul remarked, not turning away from the window.
"What do you mean?" Sue asked. Her heart suddenly stopped beating.
"I mean you're free to go."
His explanation cut through Sue like a knife. Her shoulders slumping with dejection, she turned to the table and picked up the photographs. The first one triggered memories of that first incredible night when Paul had taken her, tied to the bed. As she flipped through the pictures of herself spread naked on the bed, she remembered every moment of that night. Instead of relief at being given her freedom, Sue felt pain, and disappointment.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Paul asked, his back still turned.
Sue didn't answer. Instead of leaving, she reached for the collar and leash still on the table. Awkwardly fumbling with the heavy collar, she managed to fit it around her neck. The lock resisted her efforts for long, frustrating minutes. The ring around her neck felt comforting and secure to her when she finally got it fastened.
Hesitantly, she stepped over to her master. With trembling fingers she held the free end of the leash and the key out to him.
Paul sensed her next to him and turned to look down at her. His face was impassive, but Sue sensed his pleasure with her. Gently he took the key from her and looked at it, then back at her. "You're staying," he commented. It was not a question.
"I have to," Sue replied.
"Nothing will change," Paul noted. "You'll stay my slave."
"Yes, Paul."
"I still have the rope and the strap, and I'll use them when I need to."
"Yes, Paul."
Paul flipped the key back on the table. "Get me a beer."
