The tickertape seemed to fly by, and Susan simply sat there, staring. Actually, tickertape was a misnomer. Now it was called the electroscan. Little light bulbs lit up, first two or three capital letters, then beneath the letters and a little to the right there appeared a single number representing the amount of shares of stock traded-said stock represented by the capital letters. Next to the number of shares was the price at which the stock traded, always in eights.
Susan had invested in three different securities, all high-risk companies, but all promising big profits if they came through. She had a thousand shares of Southern Motel Units, represented by the letters SMU, now trading at three-and-three-eights. She also had five hundred shares of Federal United Communications, FUC trading at one-and-one-quarter, and last but also least she had Commonwealth Rubber Plantations, CRP trading at under a dollar. She had two thousand Crp. She had put her last penny into these securities on the word of a certain know-it-all, who had previously been known to make money. But this time it looked as if her money was going to go down the toilet. Oh, she would have enough to pay the final month's rent on her lease, a lease her landlord had no intention of renewing, but if these stocks didn't come through for her, Susan would be in trouble.
Susan Kean, now close to forty years of age, and yet looking almost half her age, was perspiring. Her white skin was still flawless, untouched, unlined. She was merchandise that had been hardly used.
Her hair was the color of the sun just before sunset, golden-red, fluffed out, almost wing-like. Her deep hazel eyes were red at the moment from staring, and she had to take her glasses off and she cleaned them. She had a small, uptilted nose, and a very full pair of lips colored with brilliant orange-red lipstick.
Her petite frame, curvaceous and alluring, was clothed with great care in an immaculate red skirt-suit. It had long sleeves and white cuffs and matching collar.
Susan sat right up front in the brokerage office, near the desk of her customer's representative, Tom Warren. He was the latest in a long line of brokers she had used over the past few years. It seemed as if no stock broker was satisfactory. When Susan wanted to buy a stock, she felt the broker ought to warn her if it was a bad investment. However, if the broker did warn her, she was angry that he was disputing her choice. As a result, she consistently lost money.
Money was never easy to come by, and Susan had found honest work almost impossible. As a result, she had turned to somewhat dishonest work, of late. The worst part of it was, unable to handle things by herself, she had conned Tom, her latest broker into helping her.
Tom Warren was tall, good-looking, but overweight. As a result, the black-haired man with the aquiline nose and the tan skin had trouble finding interesting women. He dressed well, had money, but because of his weight women found him unattractive, at the very least. So when Susan began showing an interest in him, Tom went along with what she wanted. Because of this, Susan had stayed with Tom longer than any other broker. Tom was a good broker, too. But she consistently disregarded his advice, going purely by hearsay, and as a result continued losing money.
Susan had known Tom for six months now, and in that six months, she had promised him many things, and had delivered nothing. Each time he did something for her, instead of her showing her gratitude in any way, afraid that so much as a kiss would lead to something sexual, she found a reason to quarrel with the man, making him storm out of her apartment, thus keeping the "temple of her body" safe.
It wasn't that Susan liked Tom any the less. She liked him more than other women did, and she liked him more than she liked other men. But the truth was, Susan was terrified of sex.
Twenty years earlier, Susan had been married to an overbearing, uncaring man who had used her body for his own pleasure for more than five years. Not once had she been able to enjoy what the man had done to her, rather experiencing pain every time, and as a result, after she had finally divorced the man, she had sworn to never become sexually involved with any man again. For more than fifteen years her body had been untouched. As a result, her flesh remained unwrinkled, her muscles, well-supported by foundation garments remained firm, and her skin was as soft as a baby's. She was as beautiful as a porcelain statue, and just as fragile.
When Tom's work day was over, he always drove Susan home to her apartment in an area known as City Park. He was well aware that she would have to be moving shortly since her landlord wasn't too keen on her.
Susan's primary source of income was diamond-smuggling. Three or four times a year she flew to Europe, going to Amsterdam, Brussels, and Tel-Aviv, the diamond capitals of the world, and each time she returned, she had Tom meet her at the airport, where she was able to hide the diamonds she had smuggled in, in a hidden compartment in his car, and then he would take her to meet her contact, who would give her instant cash for the diamonds. Tom had never met Susan's contact and didn't want to meet the man.
As far as Tom was concerned, Susan was an enigma. She was willing to steal, to smuggle, to lie, and to cheat, but she refused to go to bed with him. But now she was also starting to steal from him, though he was a willing victim.
In the past few months he had shifted money from his own private account to hers in order to help her cover her losses, but he had told her he would not do so again. From now on, if she lost, she lost her own money, because at this point she owed him well over eighteen thousand dollars, and Tom was smart enough to know he would never see that eighteen thousand again.
The last time, when Susan started begging him for a few more thousand to keep her margin account alive, Tom insisted she sign a paper stating that in return for the money, assuming she was unable to pay him back within a reasonable time, he was to have complete control and use of her body. Susan, certain he would never press such a demand since it was illegal, had signed the document. But now, her stocks were dipping.
CHAPTER TWO
It was Friday, and the exchange had just closed for the day. All three of Susan's stocks had done so badly, her accounts were wiped out. Now all she wanted was to go home, take a bath, and then contact a man who would help her smuggle some more diamonds into the country.
She sat beside Tom Warren in his brand-new Imperial, muttering to herself, occasionally breaking the silence between them by cursing him out for letting her invest in those "dogs" in the first place. As usual, everyone else was to blame, and Susan Kean was faultless.
Susan was so caught up in her thinking, she didn't realize that Tom, instead of heading for City Park, drove away from the city, heading into the mountains. By the time she realized they were no longer in the city, they were high up.
"I want to go home," she insisted.
"Of course," Tom nodded. "I'm taking you to your new home."
"New home?" she asked.
"The landlord has been giving you a hard time where you've been living, anyway," he told her. "So I'm taking you to a new home, a house this time, not an apartment. There's land around it, and there's lots of fresh air."
"But I have to keep in contact with...,"
"By phone," he smiled. "Don't worry. This place is rent-free. I own it, Susan."
"You're giving it to me?" she asked, suddenly filled with both, wonder and suspicion. She was always suspicious when a man wanted to give her something for nothing.
"You might say that," he nodded, smiling.
He drove for almost an hour, then she realized they were high up, with lots of hilly areas, lots of forest, but no other homes.
He finally turned off the main highway and drove for ten minutes along a barely visible trail wide enough for two cars. Tree branches beat at the windshield as he continued on, and then he turned left, right, left, then left again, then right, and finally pulled into a clearing. She got out of the car when he parked it, standing in front of a one-story bungalow. Just below the bungalow was a deep pool filled by streams that trickled down the side of the mountain on which the bungalow was located. But below the pool, there was nothing but sheer wall. In fact, they were surrounded on three sides by space. The fourth side was the trail they had just come along.
Susan realized they were totally alone. The car was the only way out, and she had never learned to drive. Trying to walk out was ridiculous. It would take almost half a day to walk back to the main highway, assuming she was able to negotiate her way out.
Getting back into the car beside Tom, she said, "I don't like it here. Take me back."
"Don't be foolish," he smiled. "You don't think I came all this way for nothing, did you?"
Something in his voice made Susan look at him. What she read in his swarthy, handsome features shocked and horrified her. His dark, penetrating eyes reflected the total animalistic lust that had been developing in him over the months. The intensity of it made her shudder.
"Please, Tom...," she said in her soft, girlish little voice, "I want you to take me back."
"I came out here for a reason, Susan," he told her. "You might say you're going to begin honoring that contract we had drawn up between us."
"What do you mean?" she asked, fear getting stronger in her with every passing moment, for suddenly this was not the Tom Warren she had been able to control so easily before. "You know I don't have any money at the moment."
"Even if you had money, you wouldn't be able to hold onto it long enough to pay off whatever it is you owe," he snorted. "No, honey, the time has come for me to find out just why your cunt is so precious no one can touch it."
Susan's white face suddenly blushed a bright scarlet-red, and another wave of terror blasted through her shuddering body. She had no idea at all what to say. Surely this man didn't seriously expect her to ... but then she remembered the document he had made her sign. Legal or not, out here he was in a position to enforce it, and it was obvious this was precisely what he intended doing. Her mind went back to the few times she had permitted him to kiss her. His kisses were always seethingly passionate. Then there had been the one time when his hand had gripped her breast, frantically kneading it. The man had an insatiable desire for her, and now, out here, where there was no one to help her, and no way for her to escape without his assistance, he was going to collect what he felt was a debt long overdue.
Dear God! What a fool she had been. The helplessness of her situation began crowding in on her. He had brought her all the way out here on the flimsy pretext of once again helping her, but she should have realized she had run out the string with this man a long time ago. He wanted the same thing every other man wanted, but now he was in a position to collect. There was no one else around, no other home in sight, and probably no one within hearing range if she should shout. She was this man's virtual prisoner, and God and Tom Warren only knew what he intended doing with her.
"Please ... Tom ... don't do this ... it's a sin...." she begged, her eyes looking large and imploring behind her glasses.
Reaching out, he took her glasses off, and casually smashed them, knowing she was unable to see more than five feet in front of her without them. Now she was even more helpless. His eyes were cold, his face hard as he stared at her with desire. She felt as if he was devouring her with a look, and her fearfully quivering body shrank away from him.
"Come now, Susan," he taunted "Surely you aren't afraid of me. You, so proud, so self-assured all the time, so poised...,"
"Tom!" she shrieked hysterically. "Take me back ... take me back now!" She was sobbing, horror filling her throat, her mind spinning as she realized the web woven around her was growing tighter with every passing second.
"There is no use screaming, crying, pleading, or shouting," he told her. "There's no one around for miles."
Susan knew he was telling the truth. He always told her the truth. What was there for her to do? If she jumped out of the car, he would probably catch her. Even if he didn't run after her, where would she go? She was unable to see without her glasses. At the moment she was completely at his mercy ... assuming he had any.
"Wh-what do you want from me?" she finally gasped.
"I told you," he smirked. "I want to find out just how deep that prudish streak of yours really goes. I'm willing to bet under all that resistance is a hot and fiery woman waiting to really appreciate a good, solid fuck."
"You're just like all those other men," she gasped. "You don't know what it is to be a friend. You think that because a woman smiles at you, she's yours to be used any way you please."
"And you?" he laughed. "You're no different from most of the other women in the world. You wear a 'don't touch me' sign, but we both know that deep down inside, you're dying to be fucked to death. You're crazy to have some hot cock crammed into that tight little cunt of yours, and we both know it, Susan."
"How can you be so disgusting?" she gasped.
She knew as soon as she had said it, it was a mistake. The man was no longer sneering at her now. Rather there was anger in his eyes as his right hand suddenly reached out, the fingers tangling themselves in her red-gold hair as he yanked her horrified face toward him.
"So I'm disgusting, am I?" he snorted. "And you, Miss pristine and pure? What are you? I think it's about time the high-and-mighty Susan Kean got a look at herself and what she's really like."
His left hand fell to her thigh, fingers digging into her white flesh as his palm began instantly sliding upward along her firmly curving pillar. Susan refused to struggle. She wouldn't dignify what this man was doing by fighting back. She stared stonily ahead, determined to ignore and endure. There was no way for her to resist. She was in Tom's power, and she knew she would have to submit to what he wanted. But for the first time she was blaming herself, admitting she was at fault for not seeing ahead, realizing that sooner or later this man was going to make demands of her, and the demands he was making he was in a position to enforce.
Her mind suddenly snapped back to reality by the realization that the man's hand was still moving higher. His finger was already pulling out the elastic leg band of her panties.
Damn! It had been too hot today, even if it was late September, to wear her heavy girdle. She had left it off for the first time in weeks. She was now paying the penalty for leaving it behind.
Without hesitation, Tom's outstretched middle finger slipped under the elastic leg band, and Susan was unable to keep herself from drawing in a quick breath, gasping when the fingertip came into contact with the first wisps of straying reddish-blonde pubic curls. She tried to shut her mind to what was happening, but she soon discovered that to do so was impossible. What was taking place was a horrible reality. This man, whom she had thought she had known better than any other man, including her brutish ex-husband, was touching her secret flesh under the crotch band of her panties.
She wondered if she ought not to make some kind of attempt at escaping. No, no, that would be foolish, since she was unable to see and might find herself going over the edge of the cliff. She was going to lose no matter what she did. Now she was gaining an insight into this heavy man's disposition, and she realized she had pushed him a bit too far. At this point, if she tried fighting him, he might hit her. After all, even if he bruised her, he'd keep her here until the bruises healed, and the longer he kept her here, the more he would be able to "use" her. He might even kill her if she enraged him enough.
She involuntarily writhed back against the seat of the car as his attacking, invading digit suddenly came into direct contact with the ultra-sensitive lips of her trembling vagina. No man since her disgusting husband had touched her down there, and thinking of him sent a shiver of disgust through Susan. Hers were the only hands to touch that delicate area, hers when she washed herself, and the hands of her female gynecologist when she had her semi-annual examination. Now this man, this overpowering, fat person on whom she had come to depend monetarily, to a certain extent, was violating her there, with no thought of decency or morality. What was more, from the sneering look on his face, he was doing it with more than a little contempt for her and her inner feelings. Not for the first time did Susan wish she had never set eyes on Tom Warren. He was good for her in many respects, but he was even more lascivious than other men she had known, and now he was proving rapacious, as well. Now her life was hell.
Not that her life was anything about which she would be able to boast. She had been unhappy for as long as she was able to remember. First there had been the deaths of her parents when she had been a young girl. Then there was being brought up by a stiff-necked prude of a maiden aunt who had driven all sorts of fears into her about sex, as a result, making her body tighten up.
Then there was that early marriage her aunt had forced her into because she had caught Jack on the front porch trying to kiss Susan. Jack had been a boor right from the start, dragging her to bed every night, beer on his breath, stink emanating from his armpits and crotch, and he had fucked her and fucked her and fucked her again. The man was totally insatiable. His cock wasn't overly long or overly thick, but to Susan it was monstrous. He had all but ripped away the outer flesh lining her vaginal walls he used to fuck her so hard and so often.
He had never bothered caressing her, though he did squeeze her breasts until he hurt her, pinching her nipples until she was afraid he would pull them off. Then he would ram his long, hard fleshy stick into her tight, dry well, and he would pump for a few seconds and suddenly erupt with that white slime. Without pulling out, he would pump into her cunt again, making his soft organ hard, his sperm smoothing the way. But his cock was so narrow, it barely touched her tight walls. As a result, there was almost no friction, and all Susan had felt was discomfort. She would lay there until he came again. Then he would roll off her, go to the bathroom, take a leak, wash his cock, come back to bed, roughly squeeze her, and when he was hard, he would fuck her one more time.
This had gone on every night, even during her "time of the month," and finally, unable to stand the brutality any longer, Susan had divorced the man. But now she was with an equally vile man.
"Well, honey, how do you like my finger in your pussy?" he asked.
Susan decided her best course lay in not responding to him, either physically or verbally. What should she say, after all? The truth? That he disgusted her? No! That would only serve to make him all the more angry and bitter. She was in no position to lie, anyway. Lying was something she was able to do to others, but not to him. But under no circumstances did she intend pretending to enjoy what this bloated, horrible man was doing to her. His lewd manipulations sickened her. That he actually imagined that she was enjoying this horrible thing for even one minute, that this salacious behavior was palatable was, to her, totally incomprehensible. The most she was able to hope for at this point was that all this would be over and done with as quickly as possible.
Abruptly, without warning, his prodding finger plunged headlong between the warm, velvety drape-like curtains of her softly quivering inner labia, slipping into her canal, making her gasp because of the sudden and unexpected contact. She slammed her body forward, thinking to herself that the pressure of his finger wasn't quite as bad as she had initially imagined. At least there was no pain. She gritted her teeth tightly together, compressing her lips and clamping her eyelids shut as Tom continued prodding in and out with his poking forefinger, pulling it out only to replace it with his middle finger as he ran his thumb and pinky through the entire pink length of her vaginal slit, touching the tender inner labia. He moved his finger in and out, digging, probing, massaging, stroking, all gently, carefully, slowly, causing her satin inner flesh to secrete hidden moisture she had never been previously aware of. In fact, at first she thought she might have shamefully urinated.
Susan's red skirt was bunched up around her slender thighs, and Tom's extended middle finger pushed all the way in as his forefinger stretched the elastic leg band of her panties to the breaking point.
She didn't want to open her eyes and look at this lewdly horrifying sight. She was pretty certain of how disgusting she must look. She had no wish to witness the anguish she was undergoing. Her humiliation, was complete.
Tom had released her hair now, and with his free hand he tugged at the confining panties, pinching her buttocks, forcing her to lift them from the seat for a moment so he was able to slip them down to her knees. Unable to help herself, Susan opened her eyes, glancing down, seeing the panties fall around her ankles as the fiery-golden V was exposed, totally naked now, her thighs unwillingly separating in a way that was totally obscene.
Dear God! she thought. What's happening to me? This is one humiliation I'll never be able to live down. With my husband I had no choice because I was married to him. But this....
At that moment, Tom's deftly stroking fingers came into sizzling contact with that tiny little bead hidden by a membrane of flesh-the one part of her body her husband had never stroked. All her life, her clitoris had remained hidden inside the protective frenulum, but now, touched, it suddenly sprang to life as if it had been waiting for this moment its entire existence. Susan gasped when she felt the touch down there, totally unaware she had anything there capable of sending such electrifying feeling through her body. She went rigid with surprise and shock.
An instant later, realizing what was happening, she marshaled her thoughts in an attempt to fight off the new sensations she was beginning to feel. But she was unable to do so. She was powerless against the tide of sudden rapture washing over her with every titillating touch. The contact jolted her. God! This was so revolting! She was actually feeling herself becoming aroused for the first time in her life.
"Oh, no, God no, please ... oh n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o...," she sobbed insanely, twisting and turning her naked buttocks in a final desperate effort to escape the sensations of unwanted rapture first building in the center of her body. Delight ran rampantly through her; delight she didn't want. But she was too late. She was totally overcome by the outwardly spreading ripples of passionate arousal continually emanating from the core of her wetly tingling hot cunt as the man's fingers continued plundering the warmly pulsating canal between her widespread white thighs.
Each skillful caress of her clitoris, making it enlarge and swell beyond belief caused her to gasp and tremble with new and wonderful pleasure. Against her will she realized she was beginning to actually enjoy the way Tom was rubbing his finger in and out of her now-sodden vagina, and there was nothing she was able to do to resist him.
"Ooooonnnnhhhh ... hhhhuuuunnnnhhh . . nnnhhhh ... ummmm ... hmmmmmm ... hhhhaaa-nnnhhhh ... gggghhhhuuunnnhh...." she gasped, unable to restrain herself, giving herself over completely to the wild and wonderful new waves of pleasure convulsing in the depths of her maddeningly throbbing body. There was no hiding her desire at the moment ... it was far too late for that. She liked it! For the first time in her life she liked something to do with sex.
Damn him! He was right when he said she was no different from other women in her ability to feel desire. Anything he had said no longer seemed to register on her mind. Let him taunt her. All she seemingly cared about at this moment was being able to grind her desire-ridden vagina against the wonderful, pleasure-giving fingers which were moving so surely over the churning flesh of her wetly pulsing vagina.
Her creamy thighs flew apart voluntarily, swinging open and shut in rhythm with the way his finger moved in and out. Her heels pressed into the floor of the car as her legs stiffened and she lifted her creamy white, naked buttocks off the car seat, willingly presenting the open lips of her helplessly aroused and tantalizing vagina to the pressing fingers of her stockbroker. She no longer cared for one moment about the lewd image she presented, half-sprawled on the seat, her legs wantonly spread, her hips churning rhythmically in simulation of the tempo of love-making.
Tom added a second finger to the clasping tunnel that was her seething cunt, causing her elastic tightness to spread a little more, feeling hotly contracting pulsations.
"Hhhh aaauu nnnn gggg hhhhh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! It feels so heavenly ... uuuun nnhhhh...," the beautiful golden-red-haired woman moaned, mewling and gasping like a mad woman.
The inner membranes of her greedily clamping cunt closed in on his fingers with surprising strength, but it didn't slow Tom down. He thrust with as much vigor as ever, his thumb continuing to massage her clitoris while his two fingers plunged incessantly in and out of her tubular interior. Susan was unable to get enough of the hard-driving digits. Without thinking, her hand dropped between her outstretched legs and she began pressing Tom's hand all the harder against her vagina. Oils from her cunt had seeped all over his palm, and now fell onto her hand as well as she forced his fingers to push all the deeper into her frantically writhing cunt.
Tom had known she'd had fire inside her, but he was completely astonished at the intensity of the flame. He'd had no idea she would respond either this quickly or this passionately, and inwardly felt proud of himself. Being an overweight man, he'd had difficulty in making time with too many women. Those who did make it with him invariably came back for more, but after awhile he tired of them, and always went on looking for newer, more fertile ground. Besides, the other women invariably wanted to get serious after awhile and talked of marriage. Tom was happy being single. Granted, his quota of nookie was less than he would have liked, but nevertheless, his freedom was too precious to give away just to have an available cunt around.
Susan had been the untouchable one. Other men had tried, other men had failed. She had used men time and time again, promising, but never delivering. He was the first one to get this far with her since her disastrous marriage. There was that thrill, that pride in knowing he was the instigator of the wanton lust now building in the golden-red-hair covering the pussy down below. He was pleased that he had been able to read this woman correctly, finding that reservoir of pure passion. What made it all the more interesting was the fact that Susan, herself, had been totally unaware of its existence.
The knowledge of her hidden sexuality aroused and excited him all the more, making him realize she was not going to be the one-night stand he had initially planned. She was probably good for a whole weekend, maybe even longer. Not that he was the least bit sorry in having tricked her into coming out here with him and being forced to surrender to him. He had this beautiful woman totally in his power, and he intended making full use of her. like every man who had met Susan, Tom had wanted her the first moment he had seen her. She was a few years older than he, but Tom was never one to let age stand in his way. From sixteen to sixty-five, if they looked good, and if he was able to seduce them, he went ahead and did so. Once, when he was only nineteen, himself, he had seduced a sixty-four-year-old woman, whose body had been in unbelievably good shape, and it had been the best screwing for both of them, at that time.
Susan was aware of a new, different feeling invading her body. She was approaching orgasm, the first one she would ever know-the first of many, though she was unaware of the quantity she was going to experience in the near future. It was incredible to feel her climax building merely from the pressure of the man's fingers. It was a feeling totally unlike anything she had ever previously known. She was already feeling a certain tension at the base of her spine, and tiny spasms of sizzling electrical pleasure were beginning to convulse through her. Her wildly uninhibited churning continued to increase with every passing second as her avaricious vagina tried sucking in the man's continually plunging fingers. The two fingers combined seemed slightly thicker than her husband's cock, as she remembered it, and the pressure resulting therefrom was that much greater.
She moved in desperation grinding her hard, trembling clitoris against the thumb that pressed it like a doorbell, and wave after wave of erotic delight began madly rippling through her steaming cunt. Involuntary moans of animal gasping came from her lips, lips still moist with the orange-red of the bright lipstick covering them. Then, almost unexpectedly, she peaked.
It was a high-pitched scream, and it filled the entire car, and Susan barely recognized the fact that she was the one doing the screaming. Then she was falling, falling, falling into the vortex of a whirling tornado which seemed to suck her right into its center. Her hips rose and fell relentlessly, battering against the seat of the car without mercy, and her slender white thighs clamped tightly around the man's thrusting hand. Her softly fleshed buttocks lifted once again as her body remained stiff, and they hovered in the air as a gigantic shudder began sweeping through her.
She was unable to stop the strange, animalistic gasps which flowed from her throat, nor was she able to slow down the spasmodic jerking of her pelvis, slamming against the man's thrusting fingers again and again. She had never, but never, experienced anything like this before. All the circumstances surrounding her shameful submission to her stockbroker seemed to converge and turn what ought to have been a mortifying experience into something sublime and totally unique.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she sighed, chanting repeatedly as the strength left her limbs and she sank back to the car seat, finding herself sitting in a puddle of oil that had dripped from her vagina, not caring in the least.
Tom smiled. It was the beginning. Just the beginning. She would revert to type again. He knew her. But each time he forced her, she would once again become filled with savage desire.
CHAPTER THREE
The idea of being a prisoner at any time didn't go over too well with Susan. Her husband had held her virtual prisoner for five years before she had mustered the courage to divorce him. Her only solace was, that in spite of his continual fucking of her, the man had never impregnated her. She never did know whether it was his fault or her own. At the moment she was hoping the blame lay with her, because she knew Tom wasn't going to settle for merely shtooping her with a finger every time. The last thing she needed was a permanent souvenir of this encounter. Knowing Tom as she did, and she knew him very well, she was certain the man was going to use her again and again.
They had gotten out of the car, and she was surprised to see him lug two suitcases from the trunk of the car, inside. It was a nice-enough little cabin, and she noticed electric wiring came from somewhere so that the cabin not only had electric lighting and refrigeration and air-conditioning, but there were also electric heaters all over the place so that the cabin was something one might use year-round.
It had a pleasant-enough atmosphere inside, with a huge main room that doubled as living room/dining room/kitchen. The floor was covered with throw rugs, and to the right, as one entered, beneath thermal pane windows, she saw three long sofas running the width of the bungalow-cabin. To the right at the far end was the sink. To the left of the sink, under the north window, was the stove, an electric stove. To the left of the stove was the refrigerator. The dining area was to the left of that.
All the way to the left were three doors. They were open, and Susan saw the middle door led to a bathroom, while the other two were bedrooms. She hoped she might be able to at least sleep by herself, but even as she thought about it, she knew it was a forlorn hope. The beds in each of the bedrooms were king-sized, and big enough to hold four people each, if necessary.
"This is for you," he told her, putting down the small suitcase. "I pretty much know your size, what with all the clothing I've bought for you over the past six months. You'll notice there's a washer and dryer in the far left corner of the room, in the small alcove. I've bought you two more skirt-suits, both wash-and-wear, like the one you have on now. In addition, you have a week's supply of undies, and even a bikini if you should wish to go swimming in the lake beneath the cabin. There are no foundation garments other than bikini brassieres and skimpy panties. If you want to keep your muscles firmed and toned, you'll have to exercise a little more."
"A little exercise wouldn't hurt you," Susan observed.
"Oh, I intend exercising," he assured her. "I intend exercising quite a bit-with you. I'll be doing push-ups with you under me, and sit-ups with you sitting on top of me. Together we'll be traveling a hundred miles an hour, yet we'll hardly go anywhere at all."
"You're a shameful man," she insisted.
"Susan, use that mouth to say other things, or I'll put it to an even better purpose," he told her. "I know you can see well enough without your glasses so you won't trip over the furniture, and you can cook. I'll expect you to do all the cooking, cleaning, and washing for as long as you're here."
"How long will that be?" she asked.
"As long as I wish it," he snapped. "I didn't take my vacation this past summer because of you, staying at that office during the summer heat to keep an eye on those dogs you insisted on buying, watching them go down consistently. Well, I've told the firm I'll be away for at least three weeks. I have other men covering my clientele for me. Meanwhile, I intend devoting my entire attention to my favorite customer. You've become an investment, Susan. It's time for that investment to pay off. Just before, you received the first dividend. After dinner, I'll get my dividend, and if you behave properly, you'll probably have another one, yourself."
"Very funny," she snapped.
"Not funny, factual. You'll find the refrigerator filled with food, and outside, in back, you'll find a freezer stocked with all kinds of frozen meats and vegetables. I expect you to make certain neither of us goes hungry. We have enough food to last us three weeks."
"What happens after that?" she asked.
"After that, why, I suppose the smart thing is to wait the three weeks and see. For now, get supper ready."
Surprisingly enough, in spite of all she had been through, she had a healthy appetite, and she ate. After dinner, she took her time washing the dishes, while Tom sat and watched a news show on TV.
When she had finished washing the dishes, she sat on a couch near his, refusing to sit next to the man, and they watched more TV. In fact, she was surprised he made no move until ten o'clock. Then he said, "I'm going to take a shower. When I come out, you can take over the bathroom. We'll be using the larger bedroom."
CHAPTER FOUR
The shower was finished, and she had put on a hip-length see-through nightie he had bought her-one of a half dozen. This one was white. She had never worn anything like this before, and the sensual feel of the smooth, light material as it slid over her otherwise naked, cleansed body thrilled her. She ought to be ashamed, she knew, but she wasn't. She knew she was going to be made love to, and though she didn't relish the idea, she had decided it might be a good idea to submit, if only to avoid pain.
She stepped out of the bathroom and entered the larger of the two bedrooms. Tom was there, wearing only pajama bottoms, and her heart began thumping the moment his eyes fastened themselves on her. He had never seen her like this before, and the sight of her was having its effect as she saw the swelling take place in his pajama pants. Every sensuous detail of her delightful nakedness was lucidly clear, from the rising swell of her tiny pink nipples right down to the soft triangle of reddish-blonde pubic hair that nestled mysteriously below her tantalizingly white, flat belly.
His eyes were those of a madman. Susan knew he was going to hurt her, not because he wanted to, not because he was sadistic, but because his desire for her was so great, like her husband he wouldn't be able to wait to get her aroused enough.
Fear trilled its way up and down her spine, and she began to automatically back away from the man. But he was circling, and he had moved between her and the door so that the only direction she might travel to get away from him was toward the bed.
At that moment, nothing mattered to Tom Warren other than the finality of ramming his hard, throbbing phallus into the sweet glove of cunt that had surrounded his fingers, earlier. She had become more than a love-object to him. She was a creature of wanton desire, that is, a creature wantonly desired by him. He had to have her. He had to fill the cup of her with his own hard flesh. Nothing else in the world mattered at that point.
Susan was dazed at the lust in him, and really didn't know what to say. Finally, out of sheer terror, she gasped, "What are you thinking? Why do you look at me that way?"
There was no verbal response from the heavy dark-haired man. She noted he carried all his weight in his belly. His buttocks, beneath the pajama pants, were small and flat, and he had powerful thighs. Even his arms had no flab on them.
He approached her and she backed against the bed. Then his hand was reaching for her, a deep, animalistic groan coming from the depths of his throat. He tugged her roughly down onto the bed. His hands gripped the nightie and tore, and the material was ripped away like so much tissue paper.
"So long," he muttered. "I've waited for this for so long."
"I'll do it, I'll do it!" she gasped. "But be gentle. For heaven's sake, be gentle."
Her voice was resounding through the bedroom in terror as he held her down with one hand and ran his other hand greedily over the lush contours of her body. She automatically resisted. Her breasts were white bowls, firm, yet soft, pink-tipped with circular areolae and centered with equally pink nipples. Unable to help himself, he squeezed one of her breasts between his fingers, and tight puffs of white flesh protruded painfully in bloodless ridges as he compressed all the more tightly. His head fell to the swollen bowls, his mouth moving to the budding nipples. He sucked, his teeth biting into the resilient flesh of the nipple, feeling the rubbery flesh yield to his mouth as he all but gnawed. Though he didn't break the skin, the pressure of his teeth was painful, at best.
"No, oh, God, no ... not like this ... not the way my husband used to be ... please ... be merciful ... be gentle ... I'll do whatever you wish...." she pleaded, but the words rolled unheeded from her tortured lips.
In his insane desire for her, Tom held Susan's straining body firmly against the bed's solid mattress, made even more solid by the board underneath. She was imprisoned now, all but crushed by the heavy weight of the man's chest that felt like a huge, flat stone crushing her. Her short blonde-red hair whipped this way and that as she thrashed helplessly on the bed, her face contorted with horror, her hazel eyes flashing wide in their disbelief that this was happening to her. She continued pleading, but he had knocked the wind out of her, and no words came from her moving lips. Then he did it!
Ignoring her low moans, paying no attention to her pleas, he kicked off his pajama pants, and Susan felt it before she saw it. The sheer breadth and length of it made her look down, and she was stunned at the sight of his penis. It had to be nearly twice the length of her former husband's, and it had to be more than twice as thick. It looked to be almost as thick as her forearm, and half as long, no, three-quarters as long. He expected to fit something that huge into the tiny hole into which he had barely been able to fit two fingers? He was insane.
Her slender white thigh scissored out in a final desperate effort to escape the brutality of what was going to take place. His hips had fallen weightily between her wide-splayed loins, thus pinning her quivering ass-cheeks to the bed. The soft, fleecy down of her red-gold pubic hair was brushing teasingly against his pulsating phallus, inciting and arousing him to incoherent mumblings of crazed and uncontrollable lust.
There was a mirror attached to the dresser off to the left, and in it, Susan saw, as if in slow motion, the assault taking place on her helpless body. The man's heavy knees were digging into the soft hollows of her inner thighs, forcing them even wider apart, and he was pressing his fulcrum down against her, grinding his pelvis against her defenselessly squirming crotch. He was gripping his thick cock now, not giving her a chance to lubricate as he had done when he had fingered her. Brutally, cruelly, he shoved the solidified head of his cock against her vaginal opening. She was so tiny down there, it made her all the more aware of how thick his penis really was. Without warning, he jammed the penis forward, parting the full fleshiness of her moist inner labia. He groaned, and without waiting for her to adjust, crammed the full length of his swollen cock all the way into the narrow closure of her cuntal crypt, burying his "caesar" as deeply as possible into her.
Susan kicked insanely, squealing like a stuck pig, "Yyyyyaaaaaiiiii...."
Her legs wildly flailed the air, hoping to escape from what this insane man was planning, but the cruel impalement continued. Each movement on her part merely worsened what was already happening to her, and she still heard the guttural screech of total torment that came tumbling pitifully from the depths of her throat as the rock-solid pylon of flesh battered its way deeper and deeper into her womanly culvert. The head of his penis battered into the back wall of her cunt, and for a moment she feared he would drill his way right through. But at last his hairy pelvis smacked into the delicate flesh of her groin, signaling it was impossible for him to sink any farther into her. His rigidly fleshy column lay buried all the way inside her quivering belly, much deeper than her husband's had ever reached, stretching her walls much wider than her husband had ever been able to. The inner membranes of her cunt had wrapped themselves around his cock as if intent on adhering to it.
"My God! My God! My God!" she gasped. "Please ... wait ... let me adjust ... please ... you're killing meeeeee...."
But he didn't stop. He didn't even give her a chance to widen inside to his sudden driving presence in the depths of a womb that had, after fifteen years, returned to its virginal tightness.
He began fucking insanely. He had only one thought at the moment, and that was to unleash the glut of sperm filling his reservoir into her cunt, putting a part of himself permanently inside her. She deserved to have him spew his seed into her. She had used him, teased him, and now deserved anything and everything he was going to give her. He was venting his lust, a lust that had grown over six months, into the tightness of her groaning belly time after time, intent on flooding her interior with the seed manufactured in his own body. He would fuck her again and again, until all his frustrations were gone, and he no longer gave a damn about her. Then he would turn her loose, back at her old apartment, never seeing her again, because he intended transferring to another stock brokerage firm up here, in the mountains, and he would live at this cabin where she would never again find him.
Susan felt her belly move with his thrusts, her body lifting, her cunt moving forward, then back, forward, then back, and the pain in her became almost monotonous, until once again the feeling she had enjoyed when he had pushed his fingers into her began mounting inside her, and she knew she was going to come in spite of the agony and in spite of being manhandled, and not because of it.
She didn't realize it at the time, but Susan had found her soul-mate. No matter what he would do to her, she would enjoy it, simply because he was the one doing it to her. He was marvelous, yet he was horrible. He was wonderful, but hateful. He thrust his cock into the pocket of her tight cunt again and again, and when she realized his phallus was thickening even more, and his urethra was twitching, knowing he was on the verge of orgasm, that was when she came.
"YYYYYAAAAAIIIII YYYYYAAAIIII YYY-EEEEAAAA IIIYYYYYAAA GGGGHHHHUUUU NNNGGGGHHHH AAAAIIIIYYYYY EEEE-AAAAAIIIIYYYYAAAAHHHHH!" she shrieked, as he, out of breath, was unable to shout as he spurted his seed into her.
He fucked into her for a long time, as if making sure all the seed he spurted was pumped into her, not wanting it to come out. Susan was so exhausted by what he was doing, she fell asleep before he finished.
CHAPTER FIVE
Susan was in a quandary. She hated the man for forcing himself on her, but at the same time her body was feeling the urge for more of what he had done to her. The simple truth was, she was, for some reason, enjoying sex immensely with this man, but she wasn't enjoying the fact that he was rough with her, abusing her, even hurting her. Granted, the orgasms all seemed to make it worthwhile, but if there was one thing Susan had learned to hate because of her ex-husband, it was the idea of a man dominating her. This was another reason why she had not only avoided men wherever possible, but when she did come into contact with them, she allowed herself to deceive them, taking money from them under false pretenses, making promises she never intended keeping, lying to them, one and all, cursing them out, making accusations, putting the blame on them for things obviously her own fault.
Somehow she had to convince him to be gentle with her. She was, after all, his prisoner up here, and there was no way she'd be able to escape. There was no reason for him to be cruel.
She was awake now, alone in the large bed. The position of the sun told her it was mid-morning. She rose, went to the bathroom and took a long shower. Then she decided to dress. The green skirt-suit with the white blouse that he had bought her was a twin for the red one she had worn the previous day. She put her other clothes in the washer, but when she did put on the green skirt-suit, intuition told her to keep the undies off. He had torn her nightie to shreds, and he would no doubt do the same to the undies. So beneath her skirt she was completely naked, and she wore no brassiere under her blouse. Though it was cool outside, she kept the top to her suit off.
She went out in time to see him driving back. When he parked the car in the same place as before, she saw him open a newspaper and turn to the financial section.
Walking over to the car, she opened the passenger door and got in. Leaning over, she looked at the stock prices and flinched, barely able to see. Her own stocks had dipped so low, her account had to be closed out. She had bought on margin, and had covered the margin a half dozen times, but it had never been enough. When she had wanted to throw more good money after bad, Tom had refused to give her any more money.
"Well," he said, nodding at the paper, as she slid closer to him and held one side of it, "those three bowwows of yours have been thrown off the exchange. From now on they'll be trading over-the-counter, assuming that they'll be trading at all."
His right hand was resting on her left thigh, already sliding under her skirt. She took the other section of the paper from him, holding it herself as his right hand moved around her shoulder, and his left hand took its place on her thigh. Her blouse was open at the top, and she felt his breath as he peered down and saw she was wearing no brassiere.
"Why must you be so hateful?" Susan asked.
"Respect got me nowhere with you," he shrugged. "I showed you respect, I even loved you for awhile. You took advantage of it, Susan. You used me. Now I'm going to use you."
"Are you saying you don't love me anymore?"
"Can you love someone who has no love for you? Can you love someone who has conscientiously used you again and again?"
"Perhaps in the end, if you had persevered with love, you would have won."
"We're too old for games, Susan. You're almost forty, and I'm not much younger. With every passing second we get a little older. Don't hand me any crap about really loving me. We both know you have this big hang-up about not wanting to be sexually involved with anyone, and that being the case, it means you don't love anyone. The truth of the matter is, you're too afraid to love anyone. So I've stopped loving you. I know I'll never see the money I've 'loaned' you, so I propose taking it out of your hide. I can either beat it out of your hide, which means continual beatings for about a hundred-and-eighty days straight, or I can fuck it out of your hide. I have the feeling that in spite of your fear of fucking, you would prefer that to my beating it out of you."
"I see," she signed, putting the paper down. "Very well, you have me a prisoner here, so do what you wish with me."
"I will, I will," he nodded.
"But at least be gentle about it. The cruel way you handled me last night was sinful."
"Didn't you come?"
"Yes," she admitted. "But you hurt me so much, first."
"And how many times have you hurt me?" he asked.
His fingers were inching down from her throat, moving inside her blouse, touching her breasts. She wondered what he was going to expect from her, and then his hand folded over her breast and a charge of lightning blasted through her as he caressed the nipple.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she asked. "For the moment, you'll do the doing. Open my fly, pull out my cock, and start tugging on it."
CHAPTER SIX
Why did he have to talk to her that way? Why couldn't he use decent words, at the very least? She wriggled uneasily.
"So, not loving me, what will you do when you get rid of me?" she asked.
"That's my business," he shrugged. "Besides, the pleasure of using you will take a little while to wear off. You're not going anywhere so fast, Susan. I'm going to fuck you in every conceivable way, first, and do it more than a dozen times each way."
"I see. Then all I am is something to be used."
"Just as I was something to be used by you," he shrugged. "Come on, dear woman. Where's your hand?"
Her attempts to continue the discussion in the hope of distracting him for awhile hadn't worked. Well, she had tried.
Her ears picked up the sound as he unzipped his pants, himself. His left hand reached out and grabbed her left hand, and he pushed it into his fly. Her fingers wrapped themselves around the cock and pulled it out again. God! Now that she gripped it, it felt like a thick, electrified cable. She had already forgotten how huge he was when compared to her husband. She remembered a girl-friend of hers once telling her, "Don't let anyone kid you about size and thickness not counting. Granted, a skinny whang that knows how to be used is better than a fat one that doesn't know how to be used. But a fat cock that does know how to be used is better than all of them."
Well Tom had proven he knew how to use his cock. It was apparently in proportion to the rest of him, because he had a fat belly and a fat cock.
Susan shuddered, gripping Tom's throbbing phallus very gingerly and daintily. It was almost as if she was afraid it might impregnate her through her hand. She wondered if what he did to her last night would make her pregnant. God! He had almost killed her when he had stuffed that oversized sausage into her. If it had been her ex-husband and not herself who was sterile, then she would no doubt become very pregnant before leaving here.
The penis felt hot in her hand, and she quivered, wanting to let go of it, not daring to. It was obvious from what this man was telling her that he intended making her perform all kinds of sick and perverted acts; acts she had read about, heard about, but acts her husband had never made her do, thank God.
"Hold it like you like it," he snapped. "Pull it up and down and stimulate it, honey."
Obediently, she tightened her grip, though inwardly she was beginning to feel a little ill. God! What was the matter with this man? For that matter, what was wrong with her that she was unable to bring herself under control? Once, for a little while, she had fancied she might love this man. That was before he had displayed his heavy ardor. Now he made her feel like some kind of street tramp. He made it all seem so dirty. She felt like a whore.
It was warm in the car even if the air outside was brisk. Her hand squeezed his pulsing prick even more tightly and squeezed it. Her ears picked up the sound of his breathing, and she realized his panting had become somewhat heavier in the past few minutes. Suddenly he turned and grabbed her, crushing her against him and pressing his mouth fiercely on hers. It was last night all over again. When he behaved this way, she wanted to cut and run. There was no tenderness in him, although just holding his hot joystick was doing things to her. He seemed to thrive on naked sex, expecially with her.
He tore his mouth from hers, and she saw the wild look in his eyes. His hand moved away from her breasts and his fingers encircled her neck from behind.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she timidly asked, squeezing the base of the penis even harder, holding it upright.
Before she realized what was happening, his hand had pushed her face down until her lips were hovering over the head of his pulsing cock. He squeezed her neck a little, and she opened her mouth to protest, and that was when he jammed her mouth right onto the throbbing organ. It was all oily and sticky. He pushed harder, and half the length of cock was in her mouth before he realized what had happened.
"Ggggglllluuuurrrr ccccchhhh!" she gasped.
"Suck it!" he gasped. "Come on, suck it! I'm going to teach you how to really suck a cock, Susan. By the time I'm through with you, you'll be the best cocksucker this side of paradise."
Oh, God! She was going to be sick. She just knew it. The purple tip of his throbbing organ was pressing against the opening leading to her gullet, and it made her want to gag. This was sick, depraved, completely unclean. She felt the sticky ooze, and it tasted faintly sweet and pungent and salty. It should have been nauseating. The fact that she actually swallowed some of that sticky mess ought to have made her sick, and the fact that it didn't ... that she actually liked it, was something her mind was unable to accept. His two hands were gripping her head in place, forcing her face still lower until the massive organ was pushing its head into her gullet. She twisted her head in an attempt to pull the penis out of her throat. Her hands dug their nails into the backs of his hands and she pulled until he let go and she was able to free her mouth.
He grabbed her neck, turned her to face him, kissed her full on the mouth and licked his own secretions out, and snapped, "Don't you ever dare do that again. When I tell you to suck, you suck."
"P-lease," she whimpered. "N-not here. In the house. I'll do a-anything inside the cabin, but not out here."
"What the hell is wrong with out here?" he wanted to know. "There's no one around, no one to see or hear, or anything."
"I know," she said, crying. "I know, but I feel so much more exposed out here. All right, I'm your slave, and I know it. I'll do anything you want, even if I sometimes fight you, but have the decency to do it to me inside. Please!"
As she spoke this last word, she pulled her face away and he let go of her neck. Turning, she opened the car door and ran out, heading for the house. She was glad of the momentary reprieve, but was unable to shake the taste of his penis from her mouth. Shaking, she ran into the bathroom and locked the door. What was happening to her life?
Finally she brushed her teeth-he had brought her a toothbrush-and she rinsed her mouth with Scope. Oh, God! What in heaven's name was she going to do? There was no phone, and she was so blind without her glasses, she would never see to be able to get away. The worst part of all this was her having liked it.
Yes, in spite of her tears and the fact that she hated his forcing her head down, underneath there was an eerie, almost astral sensation of inner excitement that continued flaring just under the surface. He was teaching her the meaning of desire, even if it was in a forced manner. It had been so long since any man had touched her that Susan hadn't realized how, in all these years, she had become so taut and strung-out. There was a weird feeling in her now, a feeling of need and anticipation. Tom had "forced" her to understand what lay beneath her hate of sex. He had brought out the desire in her, and she hated him all the more for it, for he admitted he no longer loved her.
She had read somewhere that when a woman enjoys sex and then is deprived of it, an unbearable need for it builds up inside her. She was certain something like that would never happen to her, but the truth was, something like that did happen to her. There was an incredible urgency in her, screaming for all kinds of relief, and she realized that alone, up here, she had the opportunity to give vent to those inner feelings. But to do so with a man who hated her? Even if she was beginning to understand him, and ... yes ... love him a little, she felt unclean because he no longer loved her.
Her mind raced and her heart pounded and somehow her tears dried and she became somewhat calmer. An idea was taking place in her mind. What he wanted her to do was dirty. But if she were able to seduce him, to make him want her vagina, then maybe he would forget about dirty sex, and he might be content to simply fuck her. She wasn't worried about his making her pregnant at this point. After all, he had fired one big load into her last night, and if that didn't do the job, then there just wouldn't be enough sperm in the future ejaculations to really be of any danger to her. Yes, yes, that was it. She would try seducing him and making him "fuck" her. God! What a filthy word.
Sighing, she finally unlocked the bathroom door and hurried to the bedroom before the man came in. She heard the front door open and close, and she called out to him, "Don't come in, yet. I'm making myself look nice."
There was no answer from the other side of the door, but he didn't open it. So she assumed he was being somewhat agreeable.
A thought came into her mind. He had seen her in the shortie nightie the night before and he had ripped it off her. Would he do the same with the next shortie nightie? After all, he had only bought her six, and there were only five left. Oh, she wanted to arouse him. Now that she thought about it, she wondered if she might not be able to rekindle the feelings of love inside him. But she wanted him to want her for more than her body. He wanted her solely on a physical plane at the moment, and she preferred it if he would want her for her inner self, as well. Besides, being practical, the man, a bachelor all these years, had put aside a tidy little nest-egg, and even if he wouldn't allow her to gamble with it in the stock market, it would give her some sense of security.
She dug out the next shortie nightie, an orange, frilly affair that seemed to almost match the color of her hair. It was no less transparent than the one she had previously worn, but what the devil! He had already seen as much of her as there was to see. So she put it on, seeing the way her breasts spilled out of the top of it because of the cord under the cups which pushed her mammaries up. She wore nothing below, the transparent frilly bottom of the nightie covering nothing, in fact blending with her pubic hair so as to make it almost invisible.
Unlocking the bedroom door, she stepped outside, her heart hammering now. Susan had to try and win the man over again, if only for her own safety and peace of mind. That he would be forcing her to go to bed with him again didn't matter. He was doing that now, anyway.
The only light in the large outer room was the light coming through the windows. By now, it was almost noon, and the sun was almost directly overhead, so almost no actual sunlight came into the room.
"Tom?"
She felt foolish all of a sudden, putting on a shortie nightie in the middle of the day. Would he laugh or be sarcastic.
"Ah, I see the slave of the house has finally decided to descent from her ivory tower."
She turned to find Tom sitting in the one large chair in the room. He had a drink in his hand. She had known Tom to take a drink now and again, but this was the first time she had seen him with one during the day. He was staring at her, devouring her with his eyes as he had done the night before. Dear heaven! He sounded nasty again. Was he drunk?
She would have to brave it out. She knew he was intent on using her, so what the hell, try and make him do it her way.
"I only put this on to make me look good for you," she told him, laughing nervously. Hell! She had never seduced a man before. How did one go about doing it, anyway?
"D-do you like it?" she asked, turning around slowly, letting him see her nakedness through the transparent cloth. "Y-you see, it's better inside here. I mean, we have the whole place to ourselves anyway, and we can do what we want wh-where we want. I would never feel as relaxed outside as I do here."
"You are such a liar, Susan," he spat at her. "Have you any idea how transparent you are? I can see through you as clearly as I can see through the nightie you're wearing."
She froze, suddenly clutching her elbows with her hands, pressing her arms into her body as if he had actually taken a spear and had jammed it into her belly. How was it possible for him to be so cruel? Here she was, just about agreeing to anything he wanted, and he was calling her transparent and a liar. She was trying so hard, so hard, and all he was able to do was make fun of her. Suddenly she was furious, blindly, burningly, angrily furious.
"How dare you talk to me that way?" she gasped. "I don't know what it is you want from me any longer, but whatever I do, it just isn't good enough. I've had all I'm going to take from you, Tom."
Susan turned and fled into the bedroom, feeling more humiliated and hurt by his words than by anything he had previously done to her. Inwardly she was shaking with anger. His hand was suddenly gripping her arm, first one, then the other, and he began shaking her from behind.
"Oh, no you don't, you sweet little bitch!" he snarled. "I'm the one man in the world who knows you better than you know yourself. You knew there was no way to escape being fucked, so you figured you'd do it on your terms, demurely, in a lady-like way. Well, I brought you here as my prisoner, my slave, my captive, and that means you're going to do anything and everything I want, and you're going to do it all my way."
Susan listened, staring at the fat man, hearing him through a maze of confused mental anguish. There was pain in the pit of her belly. The pain of humiliation, anger, fright, and the terror that he knew her so well he had seen right through her. He had obviously loved her at one time or another to know her so well. Why did he hate her so, now? Why was he hurting her when he was able to have her willingly? Why wasn't it possible for him to behave rationally toward her instead of making her feel she was a failure as a woman.
Yes! Failure! That was it! She was just that, a failure as a woman. He was needling her, driving home the fact that she had, until now, been unable to respond as a normal woman.
She felt his arms catch her under the knees, and then he was lifting her frail form, carrying her through the bedroom door. She struggled and tried slapping his face, but he was much too strong for her. The tears were pouring down her cheeks now, and she began to cry bitterly, the anguish and the inner pain too much to bear.
He tossed her onto the bed and she curled herself into a ball, quivering with sobs and hiding her head in the pillow. Never, in all the years that she had been married, had her husband made her feel so inferior as a woman. But this man knew tricks, devilish tricks her husband didn't know, and he was using them all to good effect on her. She was more terrified at this moment than the night her husband had come home and had smashed a beer bottle and had threatened to carve her face.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Now he hovered menacingly over her as she stared up at him.
"Oh, you are such a goddamned stinking bitch, Susan," he snapped at her. "Keeping me on a string all these months, promising, never delivering, turning me into a frustrated bundle of nerves. I brought you out here to make you understand once and for all, that I'm boss. Here, what I want, goes. What you want counts only if it coincides with what I want, understand? We do things my way at all times. How I want it, when I want it, where I want it, and for as long as I want it."
He slapped her buttocks solidly, a sharp, stinging whack, telling her, "Turn over, cunt!"
He didn't wait, but grabbed her, turned her himself, then gripped the shortie nightie and ripped it from her as he had the other one.
"Tom, please ... oh, please...." she cried. "Please ... please don't do this. We have a chance to start over, to make something of our lives together. Just because I was stupid and blind and didn't understand how important sex was to you is no reason for you to ruin what can be something good for both of us."
"I'm not the one who ruined it," he gasped, shredding the nightie as he pulled it from her shuddering body. "You're the one who ruined everything, you!" he cursed, as she simply lay there, totally naked now, once again revealed to him in all her glory.
"What will you do now?" she asked, calmly.
"Now?" he smirked, straddling her body after removing his own clothing, holding the long, heavily veined, rigid thickness that was his powerful, thrusting penis, waving it about as if it were some kind of medieval spear. She stared at it, the way it jutted from the hair on his pelvis in all its obscene enormity. She was unable to keep herself from shuddering.
He smiled, seeing the goose bumps rising on her skin. His hand continued clutching the lascivious stalk of hot, hard muscle, and then he began salaciously stroking it back and forth in front of her eyes, as if intent on meaning to make it spit its contents into her face.
She looked up and saw him smiling at her, his eyes boring into hers like twin, white-hot pokers as she watched his hand continue to tug. It was almost as if he was telling her he enjoyed masturbating more than he did fucking her-enjoying it because her eyes were focused on the massive organ in repellent fascination.
On, no! No! This was something that just wasn't real. It was a nightmare that couldn't be happening.
In terror, she watched him reach out with his free hand, reaching behind him and into her crotch, his fingers dipping into the golden-red-haired lips of her vulva. Then he slowly slid back, until he was between her tantalizing thighs and his penile head was resting on her clitoris, rubbing back and forth, causing more and more oils to come seeping out of her. Sparks of divine delight went blistering through her body and she gasped again and again.
"This is where you want me to shove the old pecker, isn't it, Susan. That's where it'll really do you some good, because this way you'll come with me, won't you." He began rubbing the head against the bead of her clitoris in a tiny, circular massaging motion that caused her pelvis to automatically arch up. It did so without her wanting it to, and Susan realized she was trying to use the lips of her cunt to suck his cock inside. "But you're not going to get my cock in there, Sweet Sue. You are going to suck this dong of mine if I have to cram every last fucking inch down your lovely throat. What's more, when I shoot, you're going to swallow every boiling drop of it down your gullet. You'll suck if you end up drowning in my juices. Dig?"
"P-please, oh, please, no, don't do this ... don't ruin things for us. Don't you see, your bringing me here has opened my eyes. We have a chance to make things good between us. Don't lose that chance."
She held her hands out to him in what was plainly a futile gesture of implorement, but he was tracing the sticky head of his penis up along her belly now ... sliding it up her body in lascivious tracings. He moved slowly, guiding the head against her rib cage, and then against her nipples, first the right one, then the left. Without her wanting them to do so, Susan felt her nipples hardening at the touch of his penile head. Each nipple became an over-sized pink pearl of desire, elongated and delightful.
He was ignoring her pleas. He was going to force her, she knew it. What was more, she knew he was going to do what he wanted her to do. A rising wave of hatred engulfed her. Once again the self-pity she had felt for so many years before swept through her. For a moment she thought of frantically fighting like a tigress, at least clawing at his testicles and perhaps rendering him useless before he used her like a common street tramp. But she knew no matter what she did to him he was too strong for her, and it would only come back even more powerfully against her. He would kill her, if need be. She knew it now. If nothing else, Susan was a survivor. She would survive no matter what the price. It didn't matter how horrible or degrading anything was, as long as she survived.
"All right," he snapped at her. "Just open that sweet mouth of yours and suck my cock right in."
He crammed the blunted head right against her chin, his thighs straddling the delectable rotundities that were her breasts, aware of their fullness and lushness. The cock was so close, she was able to see every winding vein and artery. She noted the way the head of the pulsing, rubbery instrument throbbed, swelling and receding, weeping sticky tears that not only leaked out, but fell to her chin. Even the slit in the tip of his penile head was perfect.
"No...," she gagged. "Oh, God! No, I won't do it! I won't!" she was crying through clenched teeth as her stomach heaved with nausea.
"You are definitely going to do this, you damned bitch!" he snapped. "You will suck on it until I shoot, and then you will drink every last little drop of it, because if you don't, I swear I'll shove it so far down your throat, you'll choke to death on it." His hand gripped her hair again, causing pain to shoot through her head.
When she tried using her hands, he pressed his knees into her arms. "I'm going to turn you into the best cocksucker the world has ever known," he insisted. "You're going to give your complete and undivided attention to the sucking of my cock. Take it, you bitch!" he snarled savagely.
Susan wondered if death might not be preferable, after all. She began madly struggling beneath him, wriggling in furious shame, tears of horrible humiliation pouring down her cheeks, her breath coming in tortured sobs of terror and pain. Even as she continued fighting against him, she knew it was in vain, that the unbelievable lurid madness of their insane struggle had only one end to it ... the end Tom wanted.
He let go of his throbbing phallus and slapped her cheek very hard. First one cheek, then the other.
"Suck it into your mouth you fucking twat!" he yelled, jerking her head by the hair and continuing to slap her with his punishing hand. She suddenly stopped fighting, realizing further struggle was totally useless. God! Oh, God!
Once more her ears picked up the sound of his heavy breathing as she realized her arms, previously feeling pain because of the weight of his knees, now felt numb. The man's buttocks, flat, not at all fat like the hanging belly above his outstanding cock, flattened her rondular breasts. She tried turning her head to escape the mammoth phallus, but it either rubbed her chin or her jaw. There was no escape from it. Sobbing, her eyes closed for the moment and tears streaking down her cheeks from beneath closed lids, she knew the time had come. She slowly parted her lips.
"You goddamned smug, self-satisfied cunt!" the man spat at her almost viciously, finally drawing his knees back off her pained and numbed arms. "You always took everything from me you were able to get. Well now I'm giving you my cock. You take it in your hands, hold it, lick it with that pretty little pink tongue of yours, lick it all over-cock, balls, all over-and you don't stop until I tell you or I'll wallop the shit out of, you. We're going to find out once and for all if there's a woman inside you, or if you're just a hollow shell that pretends to be female. Now start lapping away, you cunt!"
The heavy man's handsome face was, at the moment, a mask of grotesque and livid enragement mixed with wanton desire as he watched the totally naked and completely subservient woman beneath him very slowly reach forward with fingers not yet able to fully feel, finally letting the tips touch his pulsating penis. A burning sensation of thrilling delight jolted its way through the fleshy cylinder, echoing in his throat in a strangling grunt as her slender fingers finally touched the phallus and then encircled it. Damn the cunt! Damn her to fucking hell! He would show her once and for all. She was his goddamned slave, his prisoner, his menial, and she was going to do everything he wanted from now on-everything. The sensation of her cool hand on the throbbing length of his hot cock-against her will-caused lightning bolts of pure desire to charge uncontrollably through his shuddering form. At this moment he was blind to everything other than the chastising degradation he was determined to carry out.
The near-overwhelming bitterness and inner dejection, added to the sudden fear he had engendered in her, causing Susan to suddenly try defending herself against the depravity of this man's attack were changing to licentious seethings that were beginning to boil through her quaking loins. Her belly was feeling all kinds of funny sensations because of the touch of her fingers against the steely hardness of the hotly throbbing length of masculine pipe. Inwardly she was certain she didn't want to feel any of this, and she whimpered aloud, knowing she was feeling all this for which she had no desire. The sight and presence of the long, thick rigidity in her hand, less than an inch from her lips was blotting out all other conscious sensations.
"Lick it damn you!" he all but roared at her, pulling on her hair and jerking her face that much closer to his swollen penis. "If you want to throw up, feel free to do so. Lying the way you are, it'll fall back on you, anyway. All the begging in the world isn't going to keep you from sucking the old ding-dong, honey. I'm the lord and master here, and you're the slave. When I say suck, you suck. So give peter your undivided attention and begin licking."
"Ohhhh ... Lord ... please don't do this...," she sobbed.
For a shuddering instant total panic enveloped her as she realized there was absolutely no escape. He was definitely going to make her suck his cock, and there was no way to stop him. Even so, she was doing her best to prolong the moment, her hand constantly stroking and caressing the thick instrument, her fingertips teasing the penile head, realizing she was only making it wetter as it continued leaking more of the oils within. The throbbing glans looked bigger and thicker than ever, and she tugged the lance up and down again and again, her mind accepting that she had no option but to participate in this licentious happening. Little by little the rest of the world became a blur as her attention continued focusing on the long, hard penis. Unable to restrain herself, she began pulling it lower and lower and lower, toward her face.
The beautiful redheaded woman heard the heavy man above her almost strangle with anticipation. Her tiny pink tongue was reaching out toward the pulsating penis, and then it momentarily touched the wet tip. He moaned and shuddered, filled with delight. Then she wrapped her tongue around it, licking furiously, experimentally, trying to find out how much she would loathe it, and the man moaned again. He reached beneath his buttocks and filled his hands with the swells of her delightful breasts. She held her breath for a moment and touched the end of her tongue to the slit in the tip of his penis, and the oily, salty taste of the fluid thrilled her even more this time than it had when she had tasted it in the car. A strange sense of wild excitement charged through her. Her hand moved downward, still stroking the penile shaft as her tongue continued tasting the flavorful fluid, twirling around the tip, and then her hand found the soft, wrinkled, hair-covered sac of his testicles, those factories filled with all the little tadpoles she would eventually have to swallow. Susan didn't know if she would be able to do so. But the mere idea no longer seemed distasteful to her. Her tongue flatly licked its way along the penile underside, feeling the rigidity of the phallus and the thickness of the urethra inside, then it slowly moved back to the coronal rim again, then down over the full sac of his throbbing testicles. She licked, but not because he had commanded. She licked because she was unable to help herself. It was as if this seemed like the right thing to do. His groans of delight affirmed what she believed.
Her hands continued caressing in the wake of her lapping tongue, with strange, slave-like devotion, and she used both hands to press on either side of the organ without actually using her fingers to surround it. She tugged her head back briefly to look at it, and saw it wet and shining with her saliva. It no longer looked like something frightening, but rather like a sleek and shining upright master, so huge, so naked, and waiting to dominate, though domination in this case would be achieved by her devouring that which ached to control her. She pursed her lips and let the pole slide between them. It pushed deeper and deeper into her mouth, the hot, hard shaft sliding along the length of her tongue as her mouth absorbed more and more of it.
Tom, staring, unable to believe she had finally come around to doing this at last, groaned with utter delight. He stared in rapt fascination as her beautiful mouth continued slurping and sucking and licking the long, hard, shuddering length of throbbing cock. He took a perverse pleasure in watching her suck that organ after six months of her playing cock-teaser. Still, suspicious at the moment of her motives, despite the incredible oral performance her mouth was giving, he stared at the pagan way she sucked, unable to stop the sensation of total joy from spreading through his shuddering belly. She was sucking him! Susan Kean was eating his cock! This beautiful, stunning, cock-teasing redhead was moving so that she was able to pull more and more of his pulsating organ into the narrow tightness of her sucking oral cave.
Without wanting to feel it, he sensed a wave of unbidden desire for her that bordered on more than something physical. It was a sensation of tenderness sweeping through him, and his hand, which had been tightly gripping her hair, eased its hold. He noted she kept her neck bent and her head up as her mouth continued sucking.
Without thinking, he slowly undulated his hips, sliding the hot, wet, pulsing penis in and out of the tender loving cavern of her mouth, in and out, in and out, a lustful rocking rhythm as he felt her lips continually suck. Her lips pulled so hard, he heard a loud sucking sound each time her mouth pulled back. One hand clung to the doughy clump of his testicles, and he guided the penis in and out of the tantalizing cavern of a thousand delights, thrusting forward with his hips, reaching down with his hands, clasping them behind her head, and pulling her mouth all the more strongly onto the penile probe. Her ovaled mouth puffed out each time the penis pushed in, and her cheeks sucked in each time the cock pulled back. She toiled, showing her obeisance, her total subservience to him, and Tom smiled, unable to resist slamming his hard cock even more deeply into her mouth, hearing her gurgle as the head jammed itself deeper into her gullet every time.
Susan's cheeks burned from the violent slapping he had given her, and her breasts hurt where he had knelt and pressed with his ass. Though her husband had fucked her cunt raw when she had been married, the man had never been excessively violent. He had never purposely been cruel, nor had he tried punishing her. What Tom was doing to her was unconscionable, and on purpose. She was unable to remember ever feeling so completely and utterly punished, so ashamed and sordidly humiliated, but through all this there were still strange sensations of intemperate lasciviousness growing in the depths of her soft belly as well as in her firm loins. These strange suggestions shamed her even more. They suggested she might be enjoying this lascivious horror that was being forced on her.
She clung possessively to the massive shaft that was his weighty cock, as well as to the dangling sac that contained his testicles, and though tears continued heavily streaming down her cheeks, she was aware of an unfathomable happiness beginning to build and swell uncontrollably through her shuddering body. Amazingly, her vagina and her entire feminine interior began to grow moist and then soddenly wet as she found herself more and more excited. Her squeezing thighs quivered as she explored every ridge and wrinkle with her working tongue continuing to lick ferally at the blood-bloated tip of his massively throbbing cock. Now it was no longer a monstrosity, but rather a wonder wand.
Tom stared at the elastic sucking of his beautiful prisoner's ribbon-like lips as they surrounded his pulsating penis. All the while he continued thrusting his loins back and forth, fucking her tender mouth with a continually building mania. Her ripe lips contorted, clinging to his thickened shaft with rapt attention. He stared at the way the tiny ridges of flesh, so delightfully pink, pulled out as his cock withdrew from between her lips, and then it disappeared when he rammed forward, sinking the thick head of his cock into the narrow stricture of her gullet. The wiry dark hairs on his pelvis were brushing her uptilted nose. Jesus H. Fucking Christ! She was sucking with vigor, his body feeling the delight she was undergoing at eating his organ. It was like his throbbing penis was a thick piece of sugar cane, and she was pulling on it like some lost lamb that was starving. God! When the time came for him to unload his balls and prostate into her mouth, he'd really give her something to swallow. She'd be content for a week, after that.
"Eat it, Susan, eat it all, eat your fill, honey ... make sure you fuck it really well."
Obediently the hungry Susan continued to suck on the massive bloated length that was his penis, her lips pulling with greater strength than ever, instinctively making her mouth as tight as possible in order to intensify the pressure that was driving him wild with licentious bliss-the bliss she had denied both him and herself for so long. In her uncontrolled need for his phallus, she sucked the organ so deeply into her heatedly filled salivary cavity that the thickness of it nearly strangled her. Somehow she caught her breath and began running her tongue feverishly up and down the ultra-sensitive underside, wherein rested his urethra, feeling it throb and pulsate to her lingual touch, tasting the tangy spice of its heady fluid.
All the while, Susan's hand continued massaging
Tom's heavy testicles with subservient affection as he moved up and down. ... letting his throbbing cock pump in and out of her mouth in a continually wild and driving rhythm. Her ears once again picked up the ragged sound of his moaning breath, coming in great, gulping gasps. As the feeling in him continued mounting higher and higher, she found her own inner desire catching in a zigzag of flaming little sensations that raced wildly through her veins in a lustful minor key. Dear God!
The realization suddenly struck Susan that for the first time in her life she was in love with a man. Yes, she loved Tom Warren. Her hips wriggled on the bed, and her legs alternately widened and narrowed, squeezing together, and she was aware of the aching void between her own legs that was in dire need of being filled.
In this maddening, lusting, sucking paradise that was her wonderful oral cavern pulling on the length of his hard and pulsing cock, Tom began sensing that Susan needed him physically, needed him as much this way as she had depended on him financially, before.
One of his hands reached beneath the cheeks of his ass which were no longer pressing on her breasts, and he began caressing the firm, white, upstanding mammaries. His fingers found the nipples and pinched them, turning them from pink little pokers to red little fingers of erotic and blistering flame. Then, with one hand still filled with the roundness of her breast, he reached back with his other hand, thrusting his pelvis forward, while his hand sought and found her pubic mound, insinuating a finger deep inside her aching slit, finding the tight little hole at the bottom, feeling her flowing with an abundance of slippery juices, he knew her hot inner passage was readying itself for him. The idea that she was flowing with passionate waters, all because she was sucking and slurping on his throbbing organ as it swelled to near-bursting caused a salacious surge of delight to blast through his shuddering brain and belly. His finger continued slipping in and out of her sodden cunt, and she arched and moaned in response, cunt rising to finger, mouth to cock.
Susan was still unable to believe all this. She was enjoying this act of degradation, and she was enjoying it to an enormous extent. At the same time she was intelligent enough to believe and understand that a lot of her behavior had been due to total ignorance on her part. She eagerly began sucking away hungrily, her mouth slurping, her lips pulling, her tongue licking the beautifully erect and pulsating column belonging to Tom Warren. It throbbed in her mouth, letting her know he was feeling as much pleasure as she at what she was doing, and her heart leaped, for she was certain that with time, she would be able to win over his love again. She shuddered and gasped as he pushed his finger deeper into her wanting womanly warren, bringing her pleasure all over again. Delight constantly flooded through her in overpowering waves sending ripples of seething sensation through her shuddering skin, sizzling through her veins and through the depths of her soft belly. Her full breasts felt as if they were visibly enlarging from within, like ripening fruit reaching toward a life-offering sun. It was all so wonderful ... so absolutely beautiful ... so marvelous! As a result she sucked that much harder on his throbbing phallus, and her pelvis continued arching itself up to the thrust of his manual digit.
She lay on her back, her own hands supporting his buttocks at the moment, her rounded ass-cheeks catching the sheets beneath her in the crack between them. His penis was a knife that jutted down her gullet, a dull, columnar blade that pushed and thrust and stabbed into her throat repeatedly. Had anybody ever told her how much she would be enjoying this, she would have told that person he was mad. Her mouth was moving like a repeating rifle with a recoil, down and then right back up to engulf the full length of the hard and swollenly turgid phallus. She sucked as if there were no tomorrow, not only loving him, but loving the penis, enjoying the taste of it, savoring the meatiness and the oiliness of the throbbing organ. The hard tumescence pushed all the more deeply into her gullet, touching something inside, and Susan suddenly became aware of the fact that she was on the verge of another orgasm. There were nerve-endings in her throat, nerve-endings that thrilled and titillated and enchanted her beyond all belief. Her mouth worked faster now, because the faster she rubbed her throat against the head of his cock, the greater the stimulation she felt, and she was almost there. Now she wanted his sperm. She wanted to drink it, to take it into her stomach, to savor it and feel secure in the warmth it was about to impart.
Tom also felt the tightening of her lips and the crushing pressure of her squeezing gullet. He quivered and shook and felt thrilled beyond belief. She was willingly sucking and enjoying what she was doing, and he realized she was far more sensuous than he had ever imagined. She was wonderful, fantastic, way beyond his imagination. She was certainly far superior to any other female he had ever known. But his keen mind told him if he ever showed her the littlest bit of sympathy at this point, she would once again set out to take advantage of him. Susan was that kind of woman.
Things were changing radically now. No longer did he intend throwing her away as he would have done had she not responded quite so favorably. No, she was much too good to lose. Now his intent had changed very radically. From now on she was his prisoner for life, though she was unaware of it, yet. For all he knew, her mouth was sucking with such fervor merely to con him into believing she would do whatever he ordered simply to get it all over and done with. But no, she was sucking too well for that. Tom realized that it was vaguely possible not even Susan was aware of the depth of her feeling for him. That was something only time would correct.
He reached forward with one hand after removing it from her breast, gripping the headboard, slamming his cock into her gullet, ramming it as far down her throat as was humanly possible. He rammed, crammed, jammed, and slammed the organ down again and again.
Susan's face lifted to his groin, her sucking lips leeching on his masculine pole with greater and greater pressure as she pulled the organ that much more deeply into the depths of her throat. She was there now, and nothing was going to stop her.
It was an overpowering internal paroxysm that blasted through her again and again, crashing over her like a mile-high tidal wave. She quaked with spasms of seismic delight as his cock continued cramming itself ever deeper into the narrow tightness of her esophagus.
Unable to withhold himself any longer, Tom finally came.
She sucked, pulling, draining, swallowing, gulping, glorying in the taste of the heated oils that splashed down her lovely throat again and again. It was like nectar, and Susan swallowed it all, keeping the cock so deep into her mouth, that even as it shrunk, the wobbly tip was still resting on the back of her tongue, giving her the last final drops she wanted.
CHAPTER EIGHT
She was his now, all his, his slave to do with as he pleased, and she let him know as much, not with words or actions, but by the adoring way she looked at him, first when sucking his cock, and after, when washing his groin carefully with a cloth. Tom knew, in order to keep her his, he had to keep a tight rein on her, at least for now. Give her one lousy inch, and she would exploit it into ten miles. That was Susan's nature. She was unable to help herself. His best bet was to totally dominate her for as long as possible, until a natural change took place inside her, and she realized she just wasn't going to get it any better than she had it, right now.
"Hurry and get me something to drink," he said to her.
' "In a moment," she sighed, still feeling the aftereffect of her own orgasm. She was lying beside him on the bed, panting heavily. Tom used a foot to kick her out of bed. "When I tell you to do something, you do it," he ordered. "Now move your ass. I want a drink. Scotch-rocks."
Susan didn't like this aspect of Tom Warren. However, it came with the rest of him, and she knew there was nothing in the world she would be able to do to stop him. Theirs was a relationship that would need maturing on both sides. At the moment she was unable to see herself as he saw her. As far as she was concerned, he was maligning her, abusing her, taking advantage of her, even after she had offered him love. Well her future was obviously going to be different from that which she had originally envisioned, but it was just as well. The last thing she needed was the kind of future she had originally foreseen for herself, where she would be working at smuggling diamonds until she was either caught or too old, and then she would end up in prison or in an old-age home, which was also prison. If Tom had done nothing else, he had made her aware of her body. She knew now, if necessary, she would be able to use it, for awhile, at least, because she had no doubt she was extremely desirable. But she wouldn't sell herself like some common tart. Rather she would prefer to be a wealthy man's mistress, and there were plenty of old men, extremely wealthy, who didn't go for the frivolous young girls who willingly flaunted their bodies at men. She knew, because she had met multitudes of them in the diamond capitals of Europe. They had approached her more than once with an offer of fabulous wealth in return for sole use of her body. She had always refused because of her inordinate fear of sex, but that fear had finally been overcome, to some extent, anyway. If she stayed longer, she knew her fear would be totally overcome, but only because it was this man who was teaching her all these things.
She found the scotch in the cabinet over the refrigerator, and took ice cubes from the freezer. She poured a measured amount into a glass and brought it back to Tom who was sitting up in bed.
"This is fine," he sighed, after sipping it. "Lie down!"
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I'm going to give you a little reward for behaving so nicely."
"What kind of reward?" she asked.
"Something sexual," he smiled, and she realized he was unaware that she had come from sucking his cock.
For some reason, and she didn't know why, she felt panicked. But she did as he said.
CHAPTER NINE
She lay flat on her back as he stood above her. Her eyes stared from under the fringe of her eyelashes, noting the way he walked toward the bed, away from the bed, toward the bed, sipping his scotch. He finished half his drink, then dipped his fingers into the glass, pulled out the ice cubes, and put them on the windowsill. Heat from the sun would melt them into pools of water, and then they would evaporate, all in less than an hour.
When Tom approached the bed again, Susan saw the look of intensity written on his face, and she felt panic overtake her for a moment. Why was he staring at her that way?
The hand with the glass moved between her legs, as did his other hand. Without a word, he used the fingers of his free hand to part the lips of her cunt, and then he poured his remaining cold scotch right into her pussy. Most of it came splashing out onto the bed, but some of it freezingly went all the way inside, and she felt a mixture of sensations.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee yyyyaaaahhhhhhhh!" she shrieked, feeling cold and yet stinging from the alcohol touching her tender membranes. "Tom, what are you doing?"
"I like to drink my scotch from a tasty cup," he smiled.
The frightened woman shrank back instinctively as the hands of this man she had come to regard with respect, as well as love, began roaming all over her white body, one hand cold from having held onto the glass, the other hand warm, though with wet fingertips since he had gotten her vagina soaked when he had splashed the scotch all over it, and he had soaked his fingertips with the fluid, as well.
"Tom, what are you doing ... no ... don't , . . please...," she begged, desperately trying her best to squirm away.
"Susan, I told you a long time ago, I want you silent and still," Tom insisted, and there was something in the even, steady tone of his voice that made the redhead understand he meant what he was saying. By now, she knew only too well how enraged he was capable of becoming if she didn't do things right. There was no doubt he was in a state of anxiety in spite of the fact that he had come some minutes earlier.
Tom was determined to make her understand he was the ruler in this tiny little kingdom. He would give her some freedom when she merited it, but not a moment before.
His mouth, smelling of liquor, came down on hers, and she tasted the scotch as he licked her tongue. They kissed violently again and again, his hands running over the fullness of her soft, white, pink-tipped breasts. Then his hands once again returned to the center of her womanhood, the fount which contained much scotch within, teasing the pink lips of her cunt, making her aware of how ultra-sensitive she was internally because of the way the alcohol continued tantalizing her inner mucous membranes. It was agonizing, yet arousing, and she realized, in spite of having had an orgasm, her cunt hadn't been touched at the time, and as a result, the vaginal walls, as well as the clitoris, in spite of being douched with alcohol and overly sensitive, still ached for some inner satisfaction.
Susan lay perfectly still on the bed, afraid to breathe at the moment, terrified of provoking this man again. She was aware by now how quick he was to anger. He was no longer the caring, patient man he used to be, and she was beginning to understand that some of it had to do with her former attitude, though she refused to reconcile herself to ever having been wrong.
But he surprised her. Instead of roughly manhandling her as she had expected, he was suddenly gentle.
Christ! He was constantly amazed at how arousing she was, so that even though he had come only minutes earlier, and he was not yet capable of an erection, he still felt desire for this woman. His excited gaze moved hungrily, anxiously over the swells of her body, for no matter how many times he saw her, and no matter how often he felt her, it just wasn't enough. He loved drinking in the slender curves, the deep hollows, the alabaster color of her flesh, noting the full swell of her thighs. His eyes always loved lingering over the delicate molding of her hips as well as the perfect shapes of her breasts. Susan didn't have large breasts, but neither did she have small ones. They were round, full, swollen, more than a handful-definitely more than a mouthful-and firmer and far more upstanding than those of most girls half her age.
His hands continued wandering over her luscious form, sliding along the crevices between her thighs and her trunk teasing her again and again, tantalizing her flesh, making multitudes of little circles on her ivory flesh while his eyes looked at the rich pinkness under the reddish-gold fluff on her pelvis. The inner vaginal lips had turned from soft pink to deep pink because of the irritation of the alcohol he had spilled over them. But it was obvious her cunt was as aroused as it was irritated.
His fingers brushed against the fleecy red-gold on her pelvis, and he knew the treasure beneath was far more valuable than any gold in the entire world. The central core of her was a flashing wetness that lured him ever deeper.
Susan winced, her silky, smooth, marble-white thighs stirring because of the combined stimuli of his fingers and the scotch he had poured into her pussy. Her arms stiffened in resistance for a moment, yet even as they did so, she discovered her pelvis tilting upward in unconscious reaction to the lewd probing of his sizzling hand.
Still controlled to some extent by years of repulsion concerning men, Susan forced her loins to finally retreat, pulling the lips of her tantalizing vaginal culvert away from his fingers as she softly ground her naked buttocks into the soaked mattress in an attempt to escape from his constant advance. He tugged his fingers back not wanting to force this on her since she was the one who would be enjoying all this the most. His hands slid around and beneath the softness of her bouncy buttocks, feeling the muscles inside flexing involuntarily, until he had cupped her satin-smooth buttocks tightly, letting the tips of his fingers caress them in a slow, tantalizing circular motion.
Susan suddenly realized she was reacting automatically to what he was doing. Her body didn't even take the time to think. It felt good, really good. This was the way she had always prayed it would feel when her husband had animalistically forced himself on her and fucked her again and again. She was aware by now that her husband was a breed apart from other men. Tom, on the other hand, was at the other extreme, a man who at times seemed only too sensitive to what she had wanted and needed. Yes, she realized she had abused him because she had categorized him, and all men, with her husband. Things with Tom were definitely different. All she had to do was simply yield.
For once, Susan's mind stopped thinking as Tom's hands continued playing with her hips and buttocks, feeling her, arousing her, making her thrill to every inner sensation. She realized she had no choice but to accept the ecstasy of his thrilling touch. Now when his fingers moved toward her vaginal mouth, her thighs remained wide apart in spite of the alcoholic tingling in her inner membranes. His palm lay flush against the lips of her steaming pussy, his strong pulse beating in time to the throbbing pressure in her labia. This time she didn't resist at all as he gently pressed his middle finger between the soft folds of her flaming cunt, sending spasmodic waves of joy shooting through her like currents of lightning.
"Ahhhhh ... oooohhhh ... wwwwaaahhhhh ... yyeeeeesssss..." Susan hissed, hardly able to believe the way she was sexually responding. In so short a time she had become a completely feeling individual, at least on a physical level.
Tom was moving his middle finger slowly, circularly, while sliding the digit in and out of her seeping vent, feeling the sucking way her inner walls clung to the finger. He intensified the circular movements of the finger, widening them more than a little, yet unable to widen them too much because her inner self was very restrictive and would always remain so. He was staring at the rich labia, his breath causing the reddish-gold tendrils of hair above the cunt to flutter. He pressed his thumb forward and let it slide through her pink slit, straight up until it touched her clitoris.
"Aaaaaiiiieeeee ... hhhhuuuunnnnhhhh...." Susan gasped, moaning as her mouth fell open, her smooth legs slamming into the bed's mattress again and again, causing her body to lift itself from the bed. He held his finger there, teasing the vitally sensitive little bell-button, driving rapid shocks of shuddering pleasure through Susan's wiggling, squirming body.
This was incredible! He was aware of the hot, wild center of her loins flexing all the more strongly, making him aware her responses were far stronger than those of any ordinary woman, or at least of any woman he had always thought of as ordinary. Her sucking cunt surrounded his finger so tightly, it was as if the vaginal orifice was actually begging to be fucked. Her pussy was pinkly and receptively enticing. The soft hair-fringed outer labia formed a blazing collar of rich fur around the faintly contracting petal-shaped rose-hole that was her vagina, and Tom's eyes widened in continually mounting passion as he stared down at the rich folds of flesh. This was the time for him to really make her understand the meaning of full passion. Having come himself, he had himself under some sort of control, well aware that although Susan was his slave, and easily susceptible to stimulation, she was not a totally willing slave by any means. This was merely another step in showing her what complete humility on her part would eventually bring. He knew one wrong move on his part might ruin everything he had worked for, but Tom had no intention of making any wrong moves. At this point, all moves would, in the long run, be right moves.
The sight of the sodden cunt, with scotch still seeping out of it, was too much for Tom Warren. Any last spark of reason had finally disappeared as he stared hungrily and thirstly at the feast of flesh and drink spread before him. With an inarticulate cry he suddenly leaned down and buried his head between the red-blonde's thighs, his long, thick tongue shooting snake-like into the seething center of her aching cunt.
"Ohhhh ... deeeeaaarrrr ... L-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-rrrrd!" Susan gasped, startled beyond belief by what was happening as she felt the searing contact of Tom's licking tongue flick against her vaginal opening. This was beyond belief.
True she had been forced to suck his cock until she had enjoyed it, but the penis was something external, and as a result, easy to keep clean. A woman's vagina was internal, and therefore much more difficult to keep free of germs and smells. No matter how careful she was about cleaning out her vagina, Susan had always believed her cunt had some form of germs growing inside. Once, she'd even had a D and C to make sure she was all right in there.
Looking down at the obscene sight of Tom's face pressed flush against her vagina, she found herself clamping her legs tightly together. A spasm of revulsion was shooting through her, and she did her best to desperately squirm free, but the fingers of the man gripped her buttocks and tightly held her crotch jammed to his face, his tongue attacking the depths of her cunt again and again. He licked deeply, making loud, slurping sounds the entire time.
"N-o-o-o-o-o ... ohhhhhhhhh ... dear God ... n-o-o-o-o ... this is wrong ... wrong ... wrong ... all wrong...." she moaned as he stabbed the thickness of his heavy tongue into her again, filling the defenseless split of her pussy.
Why? she wondered. Why, after forcing her to do certain things, but making them so wonderful, did he have to spoil everything? Why did he have to show her what a total animal he was after the revelation that he was capable of caring and loving?
She struggled, this time determined to pull herself free. It was one thing for him to dominate her, but it was something else again for him to become a cannibal and chew on her delicate lower flesh. She struggled, gripping his hair, screaming as she tugged on it, wildly jerking this way and that in an effort to free herself.
Somehow, in some way, she managed to pull his face from her cunt, seeing it all covered with the dripping mess that had been secreted from her internal self. He smelled of vaginal oil and scotch, and the look in his eyes was one of surprise, astounded that she should reject this considering he had made her accept his cock in her mouth. She kicked at his shoulders, and for a moment she was free. Rolling to her left, she was off the bed and on her feet, staring down at Tom, who was sitting up.
"You ... you animal!" she screamed at him. "How in the name of all that's all that's holy do you dare do anything like that? That's disgusting!"
Once again she saw anger beginning to build up in his eyes, and she ran from the room, more than a little anxious to get away from him. She was in the large outer room now, panting, turning to see if he would follow.
But to her surprise he didn't. Rather he was enraged, gnashing his teeth, working himself up into a lather, and so she ran to the other bedroom and slammed the door, locking herself in.
A moment later, he knocked at the door.
"All right, Susan," he said to her. "I tried being nice to you, doing something for you, and it didn't work. From now on, no more Mr. Nice-Guy. You come out of there now, or I'll break the door down."
Sighing, she unlocked the door and followed him to the other room, where she changed the sheets, and slept very badly beside him.
CHAPTER TEN
The following morning, Sunday morning, she expected him to abuse her again in some way. Instead, he said, "Get dressed. We're going for a little ride."
"Where are you taking me?" she asked.
"To town," he shrugged. "I need groceries, and there are one or two restaurants open today. So I'll take you to eat."
"I'm surprised you didn't try finishing what you did last night," she maliciously snapped, still not wise enough to know when to keep her mouth shut.
"I have no intention of going down on you again until you beg me for it, Susan," he said to her. "Now get dressed."
"Aren't you afraid I might try getting away?" she asked.
"Where would you go?" he laughed. "We're way up in the mountains, countless miles from the kind of civilization you know. As a result, all you'd do is get lost in the vast forests over here, and eventually starve to death. You might be lucky and find some hunters. If they don't accidentally shoot you in that brown dress, mistaking you for a deer, then they might use you some other way. After all, the only law up here is some hick sheriff in one of the larger towns that's miles away from the little village where we're heading. Each man is a law unto himself, up here."
"You'd be well rid of me then, wouldn't you," she snapped. "Well, I won't give you the satisfaction of dumping me. If I die up here, you'll have to kill me yourself."
I'm crude, but not that crude," he assured her. "Now hurry up. I have some business to attend to as well. It will keep me busy for quite some time."
They got into his Imperial and he drove to a tiny little village that was no more than a city block long. It had old-fashioned wooden sidewalks that one saw in old westerns, and the streets were poorly paved. Granted, there were no horses, and the automobiles parked here and there were relatively new, but it looked like some old west town suddenly come to life.
There was a movie there, but Susan wouldn't be able to go there. Without her glasses she wouldn't be able to see a thing. There were also dress shops, but on Sunday they were closed.
Tom took her to a small restaurant where they had a large brunch, and then he said to Susan, "I have business that needs attending. I'm buying some additional land up here, and it's going to be a bit of a haggle. You'll find notions stores that are open, as well as certain variety shops. Buy whatever you want, and tell them to put it on my bill. I'm pretty well-known around here, and I have credit at all the stores. You'll see."
"But why should they take my word for it?" she asked.
"You mean about being with me and so they can put things on my bill? I already told them I would be bringing a certain charming young lady up here, and so they're expecting you."
"You told them to expect me?" she asked.
"Yes!"
"And they know we're not married?"
"Who knows what they think?" he shrugged.
"But they'll think I'm a whore."
"Well, you are," he smiled. "You're my own private whore. Bye now."
He rose, walking out of the restaurant after paying, leaving her there by herself.
Susan went to the restaurant cashier and said, "I'm with Mr. Warren, the man who just paid you."
"Oh, yes," the cashier, a woman in her middle fifties, with silvery gold hair nodded. "He's such a fine gentleman, Mr. Warren. You're Mrs. Warren?"
"Yes," Susan lied. "I was wondering if I might borrow a dime from you. I'll return it before I leave."
"Certainly," the cashier smiled, handing Susan the coin.
"Where's the telephone?" she asked. "In the rear of the restaurant," the woman replied. "What is the name of this charming town?" Susan asked.
"It's just a village," the woman replied. "Quilton Village."
"Thank you," Susan said, smiling.
She walked to the rear of the restaurant without bumping into any of the chairs, and finally made out the old-fashioned phone booth. Stepping in, she pulled the doors shut, and the light went on. She was barely able to make out the numerals as she dialed.
The operator came on, and Susan said, "Operator, I'd like to reverse the charges on this call."
Then a harsh voice said, "Hello!"
The operator asked if he would accept the charges, telling him it was from a Miss Susan Kean, and the voice said, "Yah! I'll pay for the call." Then, "What is it, Susan?"
"Izzie," she gasped. "I need help. I've been kidnapped by a man, and at the moment he's left me alone in the village of Quilton. I don't know where it is. Can you find it and come and get me?"
"Yah! Izzie told her. "I'll be dere as quvick as I can."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Izzie Kesselmann was a German Gypsy who had come to the U.S. at the outbreak of World War II. When Hitler had made thievery all but impossible in Europe, he came to the States as a young boy and learned how to steal as well in a city as he had out in the country. When the war ended, Izzie became friendly with certain members of his former tribe in the old country, and they formed a diamond-smuggling ring.
Izzie was short, about five-feet-six, with curly black hair, a tiny black mustache, and a razor-sharp face that would have looked even uglier without the mustache. He was trim, slender, not exactly muscular, but not flabby, either. Izzie liked to boast to Susan about the young women he had laid. What he didn't tell her was that they were all as ugly as sin.
Susan became acquainted with Izzie ten years earlier, when she had been in one of Europe's more posh gambling casinos and had lost her last penny. She had bumped into Izzie, who, seeing she was distressed, offered her enough money to get home for absolutely nothing in return. Overjoyed, she had accepted the offer, only to discover Izzie had smuggled some diamonds into the States inside her suitcases. Had Customs looked through her suitcases, she would have been caught and sent to prison.
Susan, thinking she saw a good thing, rather than getting angry, insisted Izzie allow her to continue smuggling the diamonds in for him, but at a percentage of the profits. To Izzie, it was well worth it, since he was now taking no risk whatsoever. So he paid Susan twenty percent of whatever he received for her to take all the risks. As a result, Susan became well-known to every diamond smuggler in Europe, and all of them, in addition to Izzie, were constantly on the make for her. So far, none had succeeded.
Izzie had books of maps, letting him know where every city, town and village in every state existed, and he had no trouble finding Quilton, which was only forty-five minutes away from the big city in spite of Susan's belief that it was in the wilderness.
He had an old Ford and drove up to Quilton so that before an hour had gone by, Susan saw him driving down the street. He parked, she got into his car, and he drove out of the village. Then he parked again, this time in a small niche covered by bushes, and he asked her why she was there.
"I was kidnaped," Susan told him. "My stockbroker dragged me up here and did all kinds of abominable things to me."
"Veil," Izzie told her. "Dis is der time to take advantage uff him. If der man is insistent on doing dese t'ings to you, der next time, I take pictures, undt den ve blackmail him undt make anudder fortune."
Blackmail! ! ! Yes, Izzie's mind would run to something like that. Hell! She didn't want to blackmail the man. She just wanted to get away from him.
"Izzie, you take me away from here," she insisted.
He looked at her for a moment, smiled, then started the car, and began driving. Susan began calming down, but only for a moment. Less than five minutes later, he was pulling into a motel parking area, and before she was able to say anything, he had hurried inside and had registered. When he came out, he got into the car and parked it behind the motel, in front of the unit where he would be staying.
"I haff a camera," he told her. "Undt you vill let him fuck you again so I can take pictures."
"No." Susan insisted.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Izzie didn't waste words with Susan. Though he had always wanted to fuck her, he had not done so because his need for her was greater than his desire for her cunt. But now he felt she was the one in need, needing him far more than he needed her, because once she was taken away from this Tom Warren, she would have no one but Izzie to turn to.
Smiling a vicious smile, he opened the car door and dragged Susan out by her hand. He pulled her, half-walking, half-sliding across the cement ground to the unit he had rented. Unlocking the door, he pushed her in ahead of himself.
"What are you doing?" Susan gasped.
"I am teaching you a lesson," Izzie snapped. "From now on, you do as I tell you. If you vant to go on vorking vit' me, you do it on my terms. Uddervise, you can quvit, undt I find someone else to do der smuggling."
"Let me out of here," Susan insisted, trying to open the door.
Izzie slapped her across the face-hard. She went reeling halfway across the room and fell on one of the beds. Her hand rose to her stinging cheek, and tears came rushing from her eyes. She stood, immediately.
"Vhere vill you go?" he asked. "You haff no glasses. You can't see. From now on you do as Izzie says."
"You hit me," she gasped. "You never did something like that before."
"I should haff smashed you a long time ago," he insisted, shouting at her, knowing no one was occupying any of the adjoining units. "You come out here undt let some udder man screw you, vhile Izzie gets nudding. So, act like a bitch undt a whore, undt dat's how you get treated from now on. I tell you to go back undt fuck for dat man vhile I take pictures, undt you'll do it. But first, so you don't forget vhich vun uff us is boss, you're going to fuck for Izzie."
"You stupid pig," Susan gasped. "Do you think I'd willingly let you touch me in any way? You smell like dead, rotten onions."
In Susan's limited experience when it came to sex, first with her brutish husband, and after with Tom Warren, she had learned two extremes in sex. The first was the lowest extreme, and the second was the highest. Now here was Izzie, obviously offering her what her husband had given her for five years, and after having had the "champagne" of all fucks with Tom, Susan was damned if she'd ever settle for "muddy, germ-filled slop" that Izzie had to offer. Besides, any man who would strike Susan as callously as Izzie had done, had to be the lowest creep in all creation. True, Tom had hit her, but she had all but forgotten that, by now.
"You get away from me," she snapped at Izzie.
The German lunged toward her, his features distorted with lascivious anger. He gripped her by the arm, then dragged her toward the bed from which she had been moving away.
"You don't tell Izzie vhat to do, bitch!" the small, weasely man insisted. "I do vhatefer I vish vit' you."
"Stop it ... owwww ... Izzie, you're hurting me."
This was a horrible nightmare. First gentle, loving Tom, who had all but crawled in front of her had raped her vagina and her mouth, and had even disgustingly put his mouth against her vagina. Now Izzie was on the verge of doing "his own thing," as well. The man was going to rape her as ignominiously as Tom had, but there would be none of Tom's caring, for through everything, Susan had felt the inner caring in spite of his external attitude.
"From now on, vhen Izzie vishes to fuck you, I fuck you!" Izzie roared at her.
"Izzie, stop ... don't do this ... don't ruin our partnership."
"Shut up, bitch!"
The power-mad Izzie liked the way he felt, lording it over Susan this way. A raging sense of passion was building in him, and he inwardly flamed with some kind of sadistic lust ... a lust for Susan that had never been gratified. He was sick and tired of all the ridiculous arguments she had given him over the years. They had slept in the same hotel rooms, sometimes in the same bed, and he'd had to keep his hands off her. He hurled her fragile body onto the bed and said, "You undress, or I tear der dress from you."
He began tearing off his own clothing, and in a matter of seconds stood naked before her. His body was as hairy as that of a Barbary ape, and she was barely able to see his red penis and equally red balls sticking out from under the heavy black thatch covering them.
"Stay away Izzie," she gasped.
Hot tears streamed down Susan's face as she realized that Izzie was ten times worse than Tom, and she had literally leaped from the frying pan into the fire. Eye shadow mingled with mascara and tears, all running down her cheeks. Izzie looked totally insane at this moment. His cock was stiff, a bright-red, not looking the least little bit as menacing as Tom's, and yet menacing enough, for it was definitely longer and thicker than that of her ex-husband. But then most human fingers were longer and thicker than the penis attached to her ex. Terror was swimming through her arteries, and her cries of protest were ringing out very loudly, desperately.
"Oh, no," she cried. "Oh, Izzie, you wouldn't!"
"Ach ja!" you lying bitch!" he snorted. "I villi"
With a very fierce strength, a strength he had never had before, one born of his primeval passion for her, he grabbed the slender woman and flipped her over onto her belly. His hand worked quickly, removing her clothing without so much as a tear. She tried her best to pull away from him, scrambling on top of the motel's patchwork quilt, but Izzie pushed a palm into her back and held her pinned down as firmly as ever, making her feel even more ridiculous.
By now, Susan was no longer able to weep. First Tom, now this animal. It was all too much to be believed. When his hand clamped on her buttocks, and he actually poked his pinky into her rectum, it dawned on Susan that this man was going to be even more disgusting and perverted in his handling of her than Tom had ever been. He wanted her rectum. Yeccchhhh!
How filthy! Even though she was as meticulous when it came to cleaning her rectum as she was when cleaning her vagina, she knew all the poisons stored in her body exited by way of the back door, and she was never able to associate that with sex in any way, shape, form, or manner.
She concentrated all her energy on breaking away from this horrible man and his horrible intent, but she had no chance against a passion-crazed Izzie. He had her totally undressed now, tearing off her underpants, and then with calloused hands so rough he all but tore her tender flesh, he hoisted her ass-cheeks and jammed pillows under her belly to keep her from flopping back down.
"No, Izzie! No!" the totally naked and completely vulnerable golden-red-haired woman pleaded, wailing in a fear-frenzied voice, sounding pretty much like the trapped animal she had become. "N-o-o-o-o-o!"
"I am going to fuck you until you understand dat vhen you are vit' Izzie, you do vhat Izzie vants. I vill fuck you until der backside is sore, undt in der process I vill fuck all der bitchiness out uff you. Den you'll go back undt fuck for dat bastard, undt I'll take pictures undt ve blackmail him."
Suddenly overcome with a sadistic desire to possess the woman in any and every way possible, Izzie raised his hand and brought it down on her buttocks, walloping them-hard. Pain flashed through his hand, telling him at least as much pain was flashing through her ass, perhaps more. The white ostrich-egg-shapes of her buttocks turned a bright pink, and her entire body began jerking as she cried out in agony, exciting the angered smuggler even more. Again he raised a tingling palm and smacked her smooth-fleshed, resilient cheeks, pounding them as hard as he was able. A strange, unnatural excitement coursed madly through him, surging through his veins each time she obscenely squealed and begged him to stop.
"Aaaaaiiiiiii!" she shrieked. "No more ... no more ... I'll do whatever you want, but don't hit me anymore ... no more ... eeeee ... stop, Izzie, stop ... don't hurt me...."
But the lovely woman's laments were music to the German's ears, inciting him that much more to continue walloping her even more brutally. Being a small man, Izzie was unable to vent his anger on most other people, and as a result was now taking out years of wrath on Susan's white buttocks. He spanked the ivory flesh, turning the cheeks flamingo-pink, then carmine-red. At each stinging slap, the anguished, forty-year-old golden-redhead's shrill cries and begging for mercy filled the air of the small motel room, and Izzie's achingly erect red penis, throbbing as it did, was all the more ready to violate Susan's helpless body.
In spite of the anguish and humiliation of this particularly vile man's lascivious punishment, Susan was inwardly aware of a stirring inside her, a stirring that had nothing whatsoever to do with love. But there was definitely an intensification of want each time a blow landed on her backside, making her fiery red buttocks burn even more. Flickering fingers of masochistic searing blistered through her abused loins as remembrances of the delights she had shared with Tom, even when against her will, flickered through her mind, and this, in turn, caused the wanton desire to intensify even more. Though she automatically continued crying out in protest, deep down she knew that she was receiving a just punishment, in advance, for allowing herself to go through with what was about to take place. For Susan, by now, knew she wouldn't be leaving this motel room until Izzie fucked her ass as his finger had hinted before when he had probed in there. She knew in her soul that the blows were a welldeserved punishment.
Izzie had no idea what perverted thoughts were taking place in Susan's mind. Nor did he realize she was getting a masochistic thrill from being beaten, all the more so since he was such vile scum and she felt she deserved to be manhandled by such filth for having turned to him in the first place. She never had the good sense to leave well-enough alone.
But Izzie was definitely aware of his own out-of-control passion and the insatiable need to inflict more pain on this tiny, helpless female who had cozened and teased him over the past ten years while giving him nothing. His cock was lurching with impatience, and soon he would bury it in her ass-hole. Yes, it would have to be her ass-hole, because he had no doubt this man with whom Susan was with would probably want to fuck her again, and if he found sperm in her cunt he might get angry and dump her before he, Izzie, had a chance to take pictures of the man raping her.
Without warning, he stopped raining blows on her tantalizing ass-cheeks, and grasping one bright-red buttock in each hand, he roughly tugged them apart in order to look at the puckered brown star that would lead to the tight pink chamber beyond. Without a sound, he jabbed the middle finger of his right hand into the center of that rear dimple, pressing hard.
"You vill learn, vhen Izzie giffs an order, you obey. Now I vill fuck your ass."
"No!" she shrieked.
"Ja!" he laughed. "I vill shoot mine load up your ass-hole."
Susan realized her premonition had come true. He was going to fuck her ass-hole, after all. Before, the terror had been because she had first realized it. But now she felt terror because she understood it was all about to happen.
"No!" she shrieked. "Not that! Anything but that!
Izzie, please! You don't know what you're doing."
Although she had never really understood the word "sodomy" before, it was being driven home to her with a big bang, now. Yes, it would be just like Izzie to commit so debasing an act. She wondered why she had been so stupid as to call this man in the first place. Though he gave her money for smuggling diamonds, the facts were, he was not doing her any real favors. She, on the other hand, was doing him a favor in making certain he wasn't getting caught, and he, in return, was always making life miserable for her when she wasn't in the brokerage office, coming to her apartment and hanging out until all hours of the night.
Izzie had never met Tom, but he hated the man. He hated any man who had Susan's attention, because Izzie had always wanted to fuck her and had not been able to do so. Now Susan had revealed that Tom had done the deed before he had, and so he was going to take one of Susan's virginities-the only one she had left.
Revulsed as she was by Izzie and the knowledge of what he intended doing to her, Susan still felt an anticipatory thrill, for anything to do with cocks was sexual, and Susan ached to feel something sexual take place inside her. Even as the man's dirty-nailed finger probed between her ass-cheeks, she felt aroused, and an involuntary moan came issuing from between her soft lips.
By now, Izzie was too wrapped up in what he was doing to hear her, his lust being all-consuming. He applied a cruel force as he rammed his long middle finger into the tightly resisting rear opening. She screamed, and he gloated in her anguish. He slid her off his lap and let her knees fall to the floor while the rest of her remained on the bed. He, himself fell to his knees behind her and concentrated on his finger, rubbing his cock against the silken smoothness of her thigh while probing his finger that much more deeply into her tantalizing rectum. Her narrow rectal circle cringed, because she suddenly found the torment totally unendurable. It was far worse than she had expected.
Wrenching her head from the pillow, she craned her neck around and saw that Izzie was no longer kneeling. He was standing, and he had pulled her to her feet, but she was bent forward, weight on her elbows as they rested on the bed, her legs spread wide apart. His finger was digging deeper and deeper into the narrow rectal opening, and to Susan it felt as thick as a tree branch. God! When he poked his cock into her ass, even if it wasn't as thick as Tom's, it would still rip her anal tunnel to shreds.
"N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!" she shrieked feeling panic overtake her. "Izzie, you can't do this to me ... not now, not ever ... n-o-o-o-o-o...,"
In maddening desperation, the helpless redhead, wanting to escape from this evil she had visited on herself, kicked her legs and began whipping her torso from side to side as much as possible, considering his firmly gripping hand on her shoulder. She began sobbing hysterically, but Izzie wasn't the least bit moved by what he believed to be crocodile tears. He was going to love doing this.
"Veil, you don't seem to like der finger," Izzie laughed. "Ve'll see if you like dis better."
He yanked his middle finger from the tight, burning tunnel that was her helpless rectum, pulling it out with a lascivious popping sound as he pulled her hips up toward his body, keeping her firmly balanced on her forearms. Her red, roundly trembling buttocks were in total obscene submission.
"Now!" Izzie gasped, at last the conqueror of this woman he had wanted to fuck for so long. This time it was her ass. Next time it would be her cunt.
Crouching behind the weeping redhead, the man gripped his brilliant, shining, rock-solid phallus in one hand and massaged the thick, angry foreskin back and forth for a brief moment in lascivious anticipation of what he was going to enjoy. Then, with an animal-like growl, he arched his slender hips and rammed the blunt head of his skinny cock against the fear-clenched cheeks of her anus.
"Aaaaannnngggghhhhh!" Susan gasped, as the throbbing cudgel of penile flesh pushed its head into her rectal opening. The corona was not quite behind the sphincter.
Izzie had attacked with such biting force, the terrified woman's forearms had collapsed under her, and as a result she fell forward onto the mattress. Sharp, searing anguish that made the previous spanking seem like a mere light sting blistered through the narrow center of her rectum, sending messages of anguish to the far reaches of her entire body. For a brief instant the physical pain and the mental humiliation were so intense the obscenely impaled woman thought he might have cut into some vital area and she was on the verge of dying, after all.
God! It might be better to face death than have to undergo this kind of continual anguish. With Tom, the anguish had spent itself quickly enough and she had felt pain turn to pleasure. But somehow she had the feeling this wasn't going to happen. At least, the love she had felt with Tom was something she would never experience with Izzie. The lust-crazed man was hurting her more and more as he continued driving his heatedly pulsating penile shaft that much deeper into the territory of her forbidden anus. She wondered how she'd be able to go back to Tom after having had something like this done to her by a man as vile as Izzie.
Tom would throw her out if he ever found out about this. As for continuing her relationship with Izzie, well that was totally out of the question, now.
"I can't stand it!" she gasped. "You're too big, too big! You'll kill me, don't you understand?"
The words came jerkily from between Susan's teeth. She tried hard to tighten her rectal muscles, but it was a vain attempt at expelling the punishing phallus. She stopped trying when she realized all her efforts were accomplishing was intensifying the pain that much more. There was no longer any hope for her, no way out, nothing but a raging red sea of torment and anguish. It was the worst pain she had ever felt.
Suddenly the man's body tensed as he exerted every last ounce of strength toward pushing all the way into her futilely resisting anal channel. His hands dug into the sensitive flesh of the lovely Susan's round buttocks, buttocks first regaining their ivory whiteness, gripping the cheeks for support. The vise-like grip was so overpoweringly strong his nails cut deep red marks in her tender flesh.
I'll show her, Izzie thought to himself. Dis vill be der last time she efer holds out on me. Stupid bitch! Vhen I tell her to fuck, she vill fuck from now on.
The thickly swollen cock began pushing itself inch-by-murderous inch all the way into her rectum, shoving in until the scratchy pelvis of the man was scrubbing against her backside. The frantic woman threw her head back and shrieked in agony, screaming like a mortally wounded animal. Her entire body violently quaked.
Izzie began to fuck very slowly back and forth, his cock slicing like a torturous scimitar in and out of her fire-blistered nether channel, stretching the elasticized walls to the limit. Increasing the tempo of his harsh strokes to a cruel jungle beat of sadistic fury, he began pumping his sweat-slickened loins back and forth against her quaking body, his dangling balls wildly slaping in time to the same frenzied rhythm against the heated wetness of her vaginal slash.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee ... yyyyaaaaiiiieeee ... yyyyaaaa-hhhh ... please ... Izzzziiiieeeee ... stop ... stopppp ... stop ... no more ... no more ... don't doooooo ... thiiissss...." she begged.
At last, realizing her pleas were only encouraging him to fuck into her anus that much faster, she felt silent. Her piteous pleas were only enhancing what he was doing to her, and the brutality seemed all the more unbearable. The agony was at its highest point right now, and she forced herself to lie absolutely still, remaining limp and unmoving, her belly flat against the edge of the bed, her legs dangling down and over, her feet flat on the floor, scarcely daring to breathe for fear of intensifying the fiery pain.
Susan felt she wouldn't be able to take it much longer. When Tom fucked her, no matter how violently, pleasure invariably followed pain, and thrill built on thrill. There was a feeling of something under the violence, under the anger. Tom professed to no longer love her, but now Susan realized all the more what a fool she had been. He might not know it, but he did love her, and just as what he had done to her had rekindled the feelings of love inside her, making her aware of love she felt for him, so did she now feel that he, in spite of all he had said, was madly and insanely in love with her. Her mind concentrated on Tom. Being fucked this way, unable to see the man fucking her, she pretended her antagonist was Tom. Doing that seemed to perform the miracle she needed, for no longer did she feel as if she were being ripped apart. Within seconds of thinking of this other man whom she realized she loved, something deep inside the sodomized redhead underwent subtle changes. Although the wild, bestial thrusts of Izzie continued invading her rear channel, stretching it wide as he continued with the same turbulence and mixture of rage and lust, a strange new sense of delight was blending with and finally blotting out the shameful agony she had been feeling. From her intense shame and degradation there arose a fierce and forbidden pleasure, and some barrier inside her seemed to melt the voluptuous flood of pleasure locked in a frozen block within her, and now it was swirling through her shuddering body. Her interior swam in a voluptuous wave of perverted wonder and the physical agony continued to fade until it had completely disappeared and was no longer a part of her.
"Take dis, undt dis, undt dis, undt dis!" Izzie kept on groaning each time he thrust his skinny organ into her ass-hole. He rammed it in to the hilt, then pulled it back so that only the head was inside, then once again slammed it forward, hard and fast, burying it in the narrowest corridor of her lower self. Her spasmodically clenching rectal passage tightened around the thrusting organ each time it plunged into her as he yelled, "Dis is all better dan anyt'ing you deserve for being such a cockteasing bitch!"
"Ohhhhhhhhh ... hhhhuuuu nnnnhhhh ... aaaa-nnnnhhhh...," was all Susan was able to gasp, thinking to herself that it was Tom doing this, and because it was Tom, she loved the feeling, wanting more and more and more of it.
A shower of multi-colored lights exploded in her spinning brain, and Izzie was astonished to feel her responding to what he was doing, behaving as if she was actually enjoying it. Susan's incredible grunts filled his ears, and he didn't believe what he was hearing.
Susan was mewling in shameless abandon at this point, her up-thrust buttocks grinding back solidly to take his fire-filled penis even more deeply into the tunnel of her tantalizing rectum, feeling even more of the impact of his bludgeoning testicles as they slapped against her wide-open vagina, one testicle in particular hitting her clitoris. As long as she retained the image of Tom doing the fucking, the thrills continued building in Susan.
"Harder ... harrrderrrr ... harrrrderrrr ... harrrrderrrrr...." Susan moaned out loud. "Fuck my ass, Tom ... fuck my ass ... make me come ... please...."
Izzie was too filled with lust to hear that she had called him by another name. All he knew was that he had to get his rocks off inside this redheaded bitch. He had to fill her with his joy-juice or go out of his mind. His entire body went rigid, his hands grasping Susan's white buttocks like iron claws as he felt his boiling semen gathering and churning in the depths of his aching testicles. It had literally been weeks since he'd had any woman, and he had never had a woman this delightful ... never. As a result he was going to go off like a firecracker on the Fourth of July in the wonderful tightness of Susan's steamily clinging rectum.
"HHHHAA AYYYY AAAA GGGHHH...." he roared, his voice like that of a victorious Teutonic warrior. "ACH ... YYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH ... I-I ... I'M KKKUUUUMMMM IIIINNNNGGGG ... AAAGGGGHHHH AAAANNNNGGGG HHHH-AAAA RRRRGGGG HHHHNNNN HHHHUUUU-NNNNGGGG HHHHAAAGGGG HHHHUUGGG-HHH!"
Convulsive spasms shuddered through the man's perspiration-slick loins as his deeply embedded phallus shot its first fiery streaming darts of heated white sperm into Susan's colon. The boiling flood of juices surged high inside her, making her feel as if her entire self was being drowned in a turbulence of life-giving masculine seed. Again and again the sticky warm fluid shot into the throbbing tightness of her rectum as Izzie continued pounding his cock in and out. It had not yet begun to shrink, but it would do so, shortly. She actually felt the jism working its way up through his urethra before jetting out of the tiny slit in the tip of his phallus, filling her rectum.
The man continued screaming as his cock, still stiff for one second longer, touched the necessary spark in Susan, massaging her rectal nerves much the way Tom's cock had rubbed her throat nerves, and she was aware of the orgasm. Because her mind still thought the cock fucking her belonged to Tom, she responded as if Tom actually was fucking her. She was close now, so close.
It was at that moment that, prostate spent, the man slowed his stroking, and as a result the blood began leaving the sacs in his penis, and the stiffness slowly but definitely began deflating.
"NO!" Susan shouted, turning her head, and then she realized it was Izzie fucking her ass, not Tom, and the sensation totally disappeared, because by now she totally loathed Izzie, but more, she loathed herself for having called him in the first place and getting him mixed up in all this.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
She was dressed again, except for her panties, which Izzie had ripped from her body. Before he had allowed her to dress, he had taken the time to wash his sperm from her rectum. After all, he didn't want Tom catching onto the fact that someone else had fucked Susan ... yet!
"You vill call me der next time you haff a chance undt you t'ink he is going to fuck you," Izzie was telling her.
"I can't," she replied. "The cabin has no phone."
"Ah! Den I vill follow you when he drives you back to der cabin. I'll stay vay back, oudt uff sight. If he fucks you tonight, signal vit' der lightswitch by turning it off undt on vunce. If I don't see such a signal by ten, I'll come back here undt vait until tomorrow. I'll be dere at six in der morning. If you t'ink he is going to fuck you, tell him you haff to go to der bat'room undt signal me from der bat'room vindow, ja?"
"I can't," she told him. "The bathroom window overlooks a cliff. You'd have to be on the other side of the cliff."
"Gutt!" Izzie nodded. "I'll follow you, den I'll circle around to der udder side uff der cliffs. Dot vay he von't haff a chance to see me, undt he von't be suspicious. From vhat you haff told me, dis man is a sex maniac, so eit'her tomorrow or even tonight he'll try undt fuck you again. I'll vait for der signal, undt den I'll come back undt take der pictures. Ve'll make a fortune from dis man."
Susan shrugged. If Izzie thought she was going to hurt Tom to help him, Izzie had to be crazy. What she would have to do was find some way to gain Tom's confidence, and then she would tell him about Izzie and let Tom figure a way out for them.
She let Izzie run her back to the village, and she waited inside a notions store. Tom came along about an hour later.
"Ready to go?" he asked, suddenly appearing in front of her. Without her glasses, Susan was terribly blind and unable to see anything.
"Whatever you Wish," she shrugged.
As she got into his car, Susan knew he would never believe any further attempt at seduction on her part. Tom would have thought himself too gullible, believing she was falling in love with him already, in spite of the fact that she had fallen in love with him. No, he had to be made to rape her again, and this time he had to force her to let him lap her cunt, and she had to respond to his tongue as he had initially hoped. That being the case, he would accept her submission. For now Susan realized that what he had wanted to do with his tongue was far less dirty than that which Izzie had done with his cock. Yet the funny part was, had Tom done it to her with his cock, she had an inkling she would have definitely enjoyed it. The more she thought about it, the more Susan realized nothing in sex was really dirty if both parties liked it. She had felt electrified when he had shoved his tongue into her cunt, and had she shut her eyes she would have felt even more thrills. It was the mere fact that she saw his mouth down there, and she had believed it to be dirty, thus resulting in her pulling away, that had ruined everything. The logic really was, he had forced her to suck his cock, and he was now responding by licking her cunt, and she had been too damned stupid to appreciate it. One thing was certain, and that was, cunt-lapping was a lot less painful than ass-fucking. If she was able to take ass-fucking, then she certainly should be able to enjoy having her pussy licked by the one man in the world who thought enough of her to want to do it.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Dinner was over, and the two of them were relaxing in front of the TV set, both on the same sofa, but at opposite ends. At eleven, he rose, turned off the set, and went to the liquor cabinet, saying, "I'm in the mood for a drink. Will you join me?"
She was tempted to ask him if he intended to try drinking from the same chalice he had tried using the last time. Instead, she merely shook her head and said, "No, thank you, I'm not thirsty."
She was anxious for him to fuck her. It was cold outside, and as far as she was concerned, let Izzie freeze his balls off out there. He deserved to have that happen.
Still, she had to make Tom think she was reluctant. She got to her feet and went into the master bedroom. Susan was aware Tom was behind her, and he didn't have any drink in his hand. She had to pretend fear this time, to make him believe he still terrified her, because if he thought that, and if he believed he had once again conquered her, it would be easier for him to accept her being sincere about being nice to him. Even now, through her fear-acting, it was difficult to keep her adoration for this man hidden from him who had enslaved her.
She turned in time to feel his hands on her shoulders. They slowly moved down her arms, and she looked away, saying, "I don't want you to touch me." It was the most resistance she was able to muster, though the anticipatory shuddering that ran through her was mistaken for fear, which made him smile a little.
"All I want is to be nice to you," he sighed. "How much longer before you realize that?"
He bent his head to her mouth, his arms expertly twining themselves around her. He kissed her very hungrily, and for a split second she almost melted to the deliciousness of his mouth. Then she remembered she had to fight against him, She pushed as hard as she was able, backing away from him.
"Don't," she said, jerking her face away from him. "Not now, not ever. I hate you!"
"Who the hell do you think you're kidding, Susan?" he laughed. "You've loved everything we've done. Even my licking your pussy was something you enjoyed for a moment. I knew by the response. But prissy Susan Kean has to insist on the right or wrong of things. You want to play rough, honey? Fine!"
He pulled her back into his arms, twisting her hands behind her, pinning her wrists together and holding them in a single grip of steel. His fingers seemed to bite into her wrists.
"Ouch!" she yelled.
"You just love being forced, don't you," he smirked.
His other hand caught in her hair, gripping her skull tightly as he shoved her face up to hers. His mouth came down on hers, the tongue plunging into her mouth fiercely.
She felt the heat of his body through his clothing as he clutched her slender form close to his, mashing her firm breasts against his chest, his throbbing phallus like a huge, powerful brad digging into the soft, flat belly under her brown dress. She was pasted to him from mouth to ankles, unable to move more than a fraction of an inch, loving every last little bit of it, feeling the arrogant, ferocious need of him as his hand clamped itself all the more tightly on her skull.
She squirmed and strained against the hand Tom used to hold her skull, his tongue sinking into her sweetly tantalizing, tasty mouth. The oral digit explored every crevice, every pink ridge inside, every warm surface and wet hollow, and Susan was in heaven but didn't dare admit as much for fear he would stop if he found out she was already under his spell. Her slender wrists were still held prisoner in the iron-tight grip of his other fist, almost crushed from the straining way he pressed. He pushed her hands, with his, into the roundness of her buttocks, and she shuddered for a moment, afraid he might try delving in there where she still felt raw pain from what Izzie had done to her. As she struggled she realized, there was indeed a certain amount of fun in making the man work for what he wanted, and she was enjoying this as much as he, though she refused to let on as much.
The sounds coming from Susan's mouth would have been gasping screams of desire had they not been totally stifled by the pressure of Tom's mouth crushing hers, muffling the noises, choking them off in her own throat. His demanding tongue plunged ever deeper into her mouth, fucking with all the brutality of his cock when he had forced her to fellate him. She found breathing difficult, and the aching bone of her skull was beginning to feel strained because of the pressure his hand was constantly putting on it with his clutching fingers. He was going to do it, though. She knew this, and she inwardly smiled, even if his strong kiss prevented her from outwardly doing so. Hot breath was steaming from his nostrils, growing in intensity and urgency, causing mounting thrills in her.
Delight charged down her shuddering spine, but he mistook her quivering for a lethal mixture of tension and hysteria, as if fear and frustration was mixing in her with equal portions of horror and terror.
God! She desperately wished she didn't have to pretend. She wanted nothing more than to make love with this man the rest of her life. Even if it meant being his slave forever. A ticking clock nearby made her think of the multitudes of clocks she had at home. Susan loved ticking clocks, sounding rhythmic noises, letting her know the passage of time was denoting life still went on. Clicking clocks measured the dark and light apportioning of her life as if by heartbeats. Why had she been such a fool? Why had she equated Tom with all the other men she had known in her life? Tom was exceptional, Tom was important, Tom was, in essence, her life. Having found out how much the man meant to her, she had no intention of losing him. She would do anything, anything at all to hang onto him. He was what she had been searching for all her life. She certainly had never belonged with Izzie and his ilk.
At the moment she felt Tom's throbbing phallus grinding firmly into her tender belly. As the man continued moving his hips in a lewdly rotating motion, in spite of the enormity of his stomach, she was able to feel that massively throbbing, burning shaft as it seemingly burned through both their garments and cut into her flesh. Tears of happiness were streaming from her eyes at the moment, but he mistook them for tears of sorrow. She tried to whimper her feelings of desire to him, but the sounds came out like wailing and blubbering. Her head throbbed and a voice reverberated in the chamber of her shuddering mind. Yes! Yes! Yes! She needed something to cleanse her of Izzie's horrendous touch. Yes, yes, that was it! She had to be cleansed, and his cock was the only thing capable of doing just that. He must never, but never find out that Izzie had touched her.
Tom was aware of the tears flowing from her eyes, and he inwardly smiled, for he was certain they were tears of sorrow; sorrow at once again being bested. But he was also aware of the relaxation slowly taking place in Susan's body. She was letting herself relax the littlest bit, but, as usual, he was convinced it was just the beginning. He was getting to her in spite of herself. Yes, he was getting to her.
Tom knew he loved this bitch. He wanted her, but as far as he was concerned, the only way to keep her his forever was to maintain total domination over her. An equal partnership with her would tend to allow her to gain control of everything and destroy their lives. Yes, Susan still had that power. She would always have that power.
In his mind's eye he was already visualizing Susan's magnificent torso, naked, white, gleaming, tantalizing as always. The damn clothes were always an inconvenience. Those incredible breasts, forty years old and still upstanding, like fruit on a tree, ripe fruit that never seemed to age or wither or sag. God! She was so well stacked, so firm, so chewable, so tantalizingly delicious! That pale flesh of hers with only the lightest tinge of pink to it to show that blood coursed beneath the surface of her made her look more like a china doll than a human being. He hadn't touched her since last night, purposely putting it off because of his overpowering desire for her. But now he had to have her, enjoy her, know her in the biblical sense of the word and in every other sense of the word. She was his slave, to be used and re-used, and loved, even if she was unable to appreciate the fact that he loved her. His hands were once again feeling the swells of her body as he released her skull and her wrists in order to traverse the perfect curvature of her. His throbbing cock was jumping like a maniac gone wild. At the moment it was still blindly bundled inside his shorts, threatening to burst forth in all its glory.
Abruptly the beautiful redheaded woman found herself breathing again for the man had torn his gasping mouth from hers, and air rushed in and out of her lungs like typhoons. The two of them stood close together, eye to eye but for the fact that he was slightly taller than she. Susan closed her eyes, not wanting to let him see the happiness inside her, and as a result he thought the tears were drops of sorrow. She wiped her face, but she was aware of her breasts tingling from being mashed for so long against the man's strong chest. Her nipples had thickened and elongated under the tight brassiere she was wearing.
"Get your clothes off!" he ordered harshly.
He stood back from her and wasted no time in beginning to remove his own clothing. The beautiful redheaded woman felt herself unable to move for the moment, overwhelmed with the knowledge she was going to get what she wanted even if the man was unaware she wanted it. Prickles and stings of pain shot through her wrists as the circulation was being restored, and desire for him made her feel weak in the knees.
"May I wash in the bathroom for a moment?" she asked.
He looked at her through narrowed eyes and said, "I should take you the way you are, but I'll let you go."
She thanked him profusely and hurried to the bathroom where she took a moment to wash her vagina again. She also ran soap through her rectum, wanting to make certain no trace whatsoever remained of Izzie. Izzie! She looked at the closed bathroom window. She hadn't bothered even turning on the bathroom light. Let Izzie go to hell!
She stepped out of the bathroom still fully dressed.
"I figured you'd have taken everything off in there," he said, completely naked now, standing in front of her, his want for her very definitely in evidence.
"My zipper," she said, walking over to him, showing him her skirt zipper was stuck.
Damn Izzie! Damn him to hell!
He grabbed the zipper tab and jerked down viciously, and the skirt fell around her knees. Then he tugged down the half-slip, and saw she had no panties on underneath.
"Well, you had the good sense to take those off, anyway," he remarked, not knowing she'd not had them on since Izzie had torn them off her in the motel room.
She stood perfectly still as he undid her blouse and peeled it from her, then took off her brassiere. This time she had the good sense not to try and hide her breasts from him. She panted heavily, seeing the lust continuing to build in his eyes, and she knew that at the moment he still thought of her as his private whore and would use her accordingly. It was her own stupid fault. Everything was her own stupid fault. Her losses in the stock market, her near loss of this man. God! If she had lost Tom, what would she have done? Would she have tried searching out some other person, hoping to find him as amenable and as much of a "sucker" as Tom? Tom was a rare one, and not the least like any other male she had ever known. There were no other men like Tom. He was that one in a billion, and she had been willing to let him go along with all the others. More fool she!
Tom stood back now, once again staring at her, noting the wonderful swells of her lovely breasts supported by the tiny bikini brassiere he had bought her. She was panting, and her breathing made her breasts rise and fall all the more rapidly, the nipples all fired and pointed, pressing against the fabric, clearly visible, and delightful. She had no panties, a garter belt, and brassiere. At the moment she looked more fragile and delightful than ever, and as a result his desire for her intensified. He had to have her, again and again and again. The more he had of her, the more he wanted. He saw the fire on her pelvis, and he thought of the burning bush Moses had seen, where flames rose from it, yet it had never been consumed, and he wondered if Moses had possibly seen one of Jethro's daughters totally naked, and had admired the red of her hair the way he, Tom, was admiring Susan's. The triangle was beckoning to him like a blazing torch.
Susan merely remained dumbly standing there, excitement filling her, causing her breasts to heave up and down all the more rapidly. As a result she saw the man's lust-distorted face leering at her, and it was suddenly too much. He remained standing there with that long, swollen prick of his pointing at her as if she were a mare and he a great, rutting stallion.
Yes, he was indeed an animal, primitive and unmindful of her needs at this point unless they coincided with his own. He had to sink his instrument into some part of her-some part that was hot, hollow, and able to relieve the ache filling him.
"I'm going to fuck you so you won't be able to walk for a Week," he told her.
If she surrendered now, she knew he would accept it. But if she offered one more bit of resistance before surrendering, her surrender would seem that much sweeter to him.
Suddenly she turned her back on him and deliberately began walking away.
"Goddamn you!" he roared. "I told you to pull off that bra, so don't start acting high-and-mighty with me. You're just a strumpet now, Susan. A stupid little cunt, and cunts were meant to be fucked, and by God!: that's what I'm going to do to you. I'm going to fuck you."
He gripped her arm, wheeled her around, then suddenly reached out and tore the brassiere from her body. He also tore the garter belt and stockings from her, and Susan felt strength pouring into her, for the strength would be strength to love the man. But he had to be made to believe she was still defiant.
"I do not belong to you in spite of what you have done to me," she told him. "You think that because you're physically stronger than me and can make me do what you want every time that I'm yours. But I'm not, because my soul is still my own."
But even as she spoke her mind envisioned the two bodies enmeshed, joining as they belonged, and she ached to be part of him again. If raping her was what satisfied him most, then let him rape her. She would bear that gladly, for when he filled her with himself, she felt bloated with love. But thought was no longer possible as he moved closer, his presence overwhelming her.
He picked her up then, walked into the bedroom again, and dumped her on the bed. Her lovely mouth grunted with the force as the wind seemed to be knocked out of her. She was a small, limber marionette, her limbs uncontrollable for the moment because her strings were tangled.
Tom was shaking, wanting to show her anger, but angry more at himself for being filled with such constant desire for the red-haired woman. At least he had her to where she would understand she was through humiliating him. Jesus! What the hell was it with this cunt? Why did he have such a fixation about her? Why did he want to spend the rest of his life dominating her? He really would be better off without her, finding some nice, sweet appreciative woman. He ought to have his head examined for falling for her.
Susan lay on the bed, at the other side, away from him, waiting for whatever it was he intended doing to her. Even if he chose to beat her, she was willing to accept that rather than have to live the rest of her life with someone like Izzie, who smuggled and did her the favor of letting her take all the risks while giving her only twenty percent of the profit. She felt as if everything in her life was topsy turvy. Yesterday at this time, she had been horrified at the thought of sex with anyone, and even more terrified when this man had forced himself on her, first with his finger and then with his penis. Now she felt nothing but desire, and it was insane, because she ought to hate him as much as she hated Izzie.
She sat up, her knees raised, her chin resting on them, her arms around her shins as she stared at Tom. But he didn't want to waste time. He was on the bed beside her, pulling her chin off her knees, sitting on her again as he had done before, buttocks once again on her breasts, and he said, "Do I ram it down your throat, or are you willing to be more amenable?"
"Don't hurt me," she begged.
"Hurt you?" he asked, and suddenly got off her and stepped away. "You damned stupid cunt, I haven't wanted to hurt you. I've wanted to give you love, but you've fought me every inch of the way. So I've forced love on you. Not just sex, not just fucking, but love. If you don't know the difference...."
"You forget," she reminded him, "I haven't been fucked by that many men."
"I'll bet none of them tried sucking your cunt, either," he shrugged, sounding recalcitrant, no longer in the mood to attack her.
"No," she admitted. "None of them did, and because of that, I never realized what a wonderful gesture something like that was. So I'll do precisely what I should have done the last time. I'll beg," she told him, spreading her thighs. "I was a fool, a stupid fool, and I apologize. I'll do anything and everything you want from now on, anything at all. What I ask is that you forgive me, and do it by licking my cunt as you wanted to do last night. Then either let me suck that wonderful cock of yours, or fuck me."
Tom stood there, stunned. He didn't think he was hearing right. Was this Susan Kean? Or was it possible she had a twin sister somewhere. It sure didn't sound like Susan Kean. Susan the Fuckless, Susan the Unbreachable.
Hell! If he stopped to think about it now, he was a bigger prick than she was a dummy. His hands tenderly circled over the sweet knoll of her tantalizing sex as he hurled himself between her thighs. His lips followed his fingers, bending low until his mouth was pressed against the wonderfully tantalizing nether mouth that only women possess. This time Susan lay there, her body lurching and shaking, forcing herself to keep her thighs wide, intent on not thinking of this as disgusting. He had suddenly treated her in an adult manner, talking frankly to her for a moment, and she, for the first time in a long time, had responded in an equally adult manner. She moaned and her pelvis lurched upward, framing his handsome face with the lovely red-gold swirls of her pelvic hedge.
Then his tongue was leaping from between his lips, washing over her tantalizing split, moving up and down the pink slash that was between her labia. He began licking and lapping, slurping noisily, curious to see if the sounds disturbed her, but Susan was already in heaven, for this time she had surrendered herself to what she was feeling and not paying attention to what she was seeing, nor thinking about that which was right and that which was wrong. He taunted her, running the tip of his tantalizing tongue around the sweet bud of her swollen clitoris, working on the sensitive pleasure button, turning it into a throbbing center of lust. Then his tongue once ore slid down the wet slash of her sizzling pussylips, spearing determinedly into the honeyed flood that was her scintillating coral cave.
Whimpering with continually mounting desire, her shuddering pelvis lurched this way and that, keeping time with the determined plunge of his oral organ as Susan gripped his head with her hands in order to bury his face that much more deeply between the sandwiching lips of her vagina. As a result, her inner vaginal self continued trembling with consistently mounting passion. Again and again his mouth continued licking as he worked at her eager and anxious vaginal nave, and each tantalizing swipe of his working tongue received the sighs of gratification he had expected to hear the first time he had gone down on her. He continued licking methodically, setting off new and seething flames of desire in the stunningly beautiful, arousing woman. He decided to tease her just the littlest bit, running the tip of his tongue around the clitoris without actually touching it, working so that the sensitive pleasure button was aflame before he actually touched it with his lingual extension. He lapped it up and down, building a froth around it, sending her into a frenzy. Then his tongue once again slid up and down, up and down, working into her pussy, drinking the continual flow of nectar from within her.
Susan whimpered with constantly mounting desire, her pubis lurching with each vibrantly firm plunge of the working tongue. He worked her vagina with his tongue, his lips, his whole mouth, making her aware of what a true master he was when it came to oral sex. His tongue leaped in and out of her seething womanly sump, tasting the pulsing plump lips of her female flesh. Then he worked his oral organ into the depths of her vaginal tunnel, sucking and swallowing, slurping and drinking, pulling out more and more of the abundant flow of her natural feminine fluids. The sounds he made from between her sweet thighs filled the bedroom, increasing her passion, for she discovered the noises he was making, far from being detestable, were inciting.
She was on the verge, about to attain the satisfaction she had been unable to feel when Izzie had fucked her in the ass, earlier in the day. God! God! She ached for that orgasm. She had to have it, or she would go totally out of her mind. She needed a complete climax and a totally exhausting thrill, and now it was about to descend on her and lift her to heaven.
Then Susan came, strongly and violently, feeling the tongue lather her clitoris and apply friction at the same time.
Her body began spastically convulsing as the lovely redhead was overcome by the savage ecstasy of the overpowering climax. She trembled insanely, her body madly jerking repeatedly, her flesh covered with goose bumps, her cunt oozing honey.
Tom was more excited than ever as the beautiful woman came in his mouth. He drank her delicious fluids, his face bathing in her vaginal kisses, his tongue attacking again and again until she pleaded with him to stop because of her over-sensitivity. Reluctantly he withdrew his tongue from the tasty interior of her hotbox, his throat swallowing the last of her flow, then without waiting for any kind of invitation, he hurled his weighty body on top of hers, pressing himself against her, his belly all but crushing hers as his cock slithered between her wide-open white thighs.
Susan shuddered with wonder as the massive cock slowly slid into the narrow center of her seething cunt. The long, barrel-like cylinder sank home inside the waiting chamber it had avidly sought. The man lurched forward, slamming his pelvis against hers as his shaft rammed itself that much deeper between the delicate pink folds of her just-licked cunt.
The contracting vaginal sheath gripped his cock and vacuumed it in while he began rotating his hips, screwing the penis even deeper, grinding his hairs against hers as his crotch pressed against her hot groin, pushing, shoving, thrusting, unable to go deep enough this time. Susan's mouth opened, feeling some pain again because of his thickness, but even more pleasure because of it. Incoherent groans of fulfillment escaped from her throat, for even though she had been satisfied, the thick length of cock thrust into her made her aware she was capable of enjoying more than one orgasm at a time if it was brought on in a different manner.
Her contracting vaginal scabbard pulled him ever deeper as he lay on top, locked inside her. He clutched her as the last of her previous climax shuddered through her, enhanced by the presence of his swollen cock. She was a soft, surrounding bed of female flesh, lying beneath him, yet enveloping him. His penis jerked and twitched inside her, anxious for its own release, and Susan was just as anxious to feel the heat of his sperm bathe her womb. But he simply lay there, soaking in the delicious marinating juices, creating a torment with this postponement, his hands caressing Susan as she slowly descended from the marvelously dizzying heights of total orgasm.
Eventually her eyelids fluttered open, and the misty look in her light-brown eyes was seemingly testimony enough to the satisfaction his mouth had provided. Her hands gently ran up and down the cords of muscle in his back, teasing at the hard flesh under the soft skin, making her aware that except for his paunch, the rest of him was extremely solid.
"Oh, Tom!" she gasped. "That was so beautiful! I know now what a hateful, hurtful person I've been, and I can't ask you to forgive me. But I can say you've made me feel fantastic. Let me stay with you as long as you wish. When you want me to leave, just say so, and I'll go. Until then, if you want me as a slave, I'll be only too happy to be that slave. For I realize I do love you."
"I wish I was able to believe you," he said, smiling into her face. "But I'm open-minded enough to give you a trial period."
"That's all I ask," she told him, and then his mouth was meeting hers, their tongues dancing around one another as the muscles in her vagina contracted around the rigid swell of his mighty invader, sending shafts of pleasure through the tantalizing tunnel of her sex.
Tom's hips twitched, bucked, then slid backward, his mighty organ easing itself from the narrow channel it had penetrated until only the head was left inside. Then he slammed his cock right back into her belly. Sensation boiled through him all the more wonderfully.
Susan felt the full impact of his penile lunge. She grunted with even more intense desire as his hard cock massaged the tantalizing walls of her soft vaginal membranes.
"Haaauuunnnnggghhhh!" she moaned and gasped, as he withdrew only to hurl his shaft into her tunnel once again, burying the full length of the moving phallus into her quivering vagina. "God! It's fantastic! Tom! I love you! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard and fuck me deep!"
Tom once again drew the length of his piston back, then thrust into her all over again, serving her the full portion of his hot masculine meat, allowing the quivering, juicy folds of her clinging walls to envelop him as her vagina, like the mouth of a lioness, devoured him. The engorged head of his pulsing penis leaped and twitched in positive reaction to the pleasure-producing friction that inflamed its ultra-sensitive surface.
Tom's throbbing phallus was a huge, hard, skewering stake that pounded deeply into her. The lust-filled organ stretched her tightly clinging womanly channel each time it burrowed into her, packing her with all of itself. She clamped her cuntwalls tightly around Tom's thrusting organ, milking the cock, clutching at the fiery bludgeon that continually filled the heated recesses of her vagina as though she never wanted to be free of it. The truth was, she didn't. Susan felt Tom's cock was as much a part of her as it was a part of him.
Her rounded white breasts, like two upright melons with pink stems, were quaking beneath the body of her lover, stabbing him with those insistent and delicious nipples as they all but cut into the flesh of his almost-hairless chest. She continued moaning under the increasing assault of his driving phallus. Her torso twitched and jerked and moved repeatedly, while her unbelievably tight vagina squeezed and sucked wetly at the full, broad length of him, sending a series of sizzling sensations speeding through his groin. The cheeks of his ass were two flat stones of driving desire as he continued slamming in and out of her voracious pussy.
Susan "ate" his cock with the lusting mouth of her vagina, tugging him ever deeper between her thighs, aching to devour not only his long, strong cock, but his testicles, as well. Their bodies were perfectly juxtaposed in matching harmony as Susan found herself digging into the mattress with her heels and returning each thrust of his with an upward motion of her own tantalizing white body. The two of them were panting at the same tempo, groaning with the same degree of inflection and intensity. It was all so fantastic.
The man's balls bubbled as if filled with molten lava, and his prostate burned as if filled with acid. He began moving faster and faster as he slammed all the harder into the beautiful woman's willing body, and she, in turn, complemented the increased tempo by matching movements of her thighs and ass in total compatibility with him. The globes of her ripe buttocks were two cushions filled with air that buoyed her up again and again as the man continually knifed in and out of her accommodating vagina. Her entire body was intensely alive with his. The hurricanes of lust and desire raged insanely through both of them.
"Unh! Anh! It's so good, so good, so good!" she cried to him.
"Yeah!" he gasped. "You have the greatest cunt in the world, honey. If I had something like this to come home to every night, I'd be home for sure, every night," he told her, feeling the way her fingers dug intensely into his buttocks, her nails slicing into his flesh, pulling him into her even more.
"You can have me at home, if that's what you want," she gasped.
"Time'll tell," he grunted. "A trial period, honey, a trial period," he gasped as he continued pounding into her. "You ... uunnnhhh ... stay on as my ... uuuhhhh ... body slave ... looking after my ... ohhhhh ... creature comforts and such ... oooo-nnnnnhhhh ... and if time proves you merit more, then we'll talk. Until then, be ... annnhhh ... patient."
His body was steaming. Perspiration came oozing from every pore as lie continued ramming his cock into her, moving back and forth in cadent precision, feeling the rhythmic thrusts building sensation in his balls. It came to a point where he was no longer able to contain himself, but even before he came, Susan was attaining another peal of satisfaction.
"AAAAIIIIYYYYAAAAA IIIIIGGGGGHHHHH YYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" she shrieked, her body filled with delight as thrill after thrill sparked its way through her. She was unable to control herself. "NOWWWWWWW ... YOU-UUUU...." she ordered. "
He came, then and there, gasping out, "HHHH-AAAAUUUUGGGG HHHHAAAARRRRGGGG HHHAAAAUUUU WWWAAAAAAAAGGGG HHHHAAAAGGGGHHH AAAGGGGHHHH UUUUNNNGGGGHHHHHH!"
He shot blast after blast of viscous sperm into Susan's waiting cunt. Now she prayed for the first time that she wasn't the sterile one. She wanted his baby more than anything else in the world, not because it would bind him to her, but because it would be a product of their joint manufacture. It would be a wonderful child, a marvelous infant, and it would have the best of both parents.
A third orgasm welled up inside Susan, and she was so exhausted, she hadn't the strength to cry it to the world. She bucked and twisted beneath her beloved as she sought to capture forever the impaling organ continuing to drive through her, enhancing everything that much more for her. Her inner flow of oils drenched his phallus, pouring freely over the organ before mingling with his white flow and oozing out of her cunt around his softening cock. The two were lost in one another, each in the ecstasy permeating their bodies. They clung tightly together, happily accepting the pleasure each felt with the other, and long after the violent tremors subsided, they lay basking in the afterglow of what had gone before, with his cock still buried inside her cunt, refusing to come out, soft though it was. They kissed and caressed tenderly, and neither bothered speaking. Words, at this point, were unnecessary.
Words were also unnecessary for Isidore Kesselmann! He hadn't waited for Susan's signal, but had crept up to the cabin, peered into the window, and seeing what was taking place, had taken a whole role of film.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Izzie was not content. Though he had used up an entire role of thirty-five millemeter film, he wanted more pictures. Unfortunately he didn't have time for more pictures. He knew no commercial place would develop the photos he took, so he got into his klunker of a car and drove back to the city, where he went to some friends. They proceeded to get the films developed for him. But while he waited, Izzie gnashed his teeth. Susan was still alone with that fat bull of a man, and he had no idea what she was doing with him except that when he, Izzie had these pictures, he would return, walk in grandly, take Susan away and threaten to expose the man as a rapist unless he started paying Izzie lots of money. How much? Well, Izzie wasn't sure just yet. After all, to take too much too soon would be killing the goose that was laying the golden eggs. Izzie wanted lots of gold. Unlike other blackmailers, he wasn't stupid enough to want the man bled completely dry.
When the pictures were ready, Izzie picked them up, but before he was able to drive back to the cabin where Susan was with Tom, his car radiator blew. That meant she would be spending another day with the bull, and there was nothing Izzie would be able to do about it. Well, he'd better enjoy her, because once Izzie took her away from Tom, he was going to fuck every hole raw before finally tiring of the redheaded woman and throwing her away. That she was no longer with him would be no excuse for Tom to stop paying blackmail, since he would have a signed sworn statement from Susan attesting to the rape. He would do her a favor and let her continue smuggling diamonds in for him-at the usual twenty percent fee, while he just relaxed and enjoyed life. He would get money from what Susan was doing, and he would get money from this fat bull, this Tom Warren. Yes, Izzie Kesselmann was going to live on easy street from now on. Hah! A pun! Easy! Izzie! He thought it was hilarious, even if no one else did.
However, he had to make sure the bull didn't get too physical. After all, the man was much stronger than Izzie. The smart thing to do would be to leave copies of the pictures with friends and have them send them to the police if anything happened to Izzie. But so what? There was no sworn statement, yet. The pictures would be meaningless to the police even if Izzie put names and addresses on the back of each photo.
Besides, Izzie didn't have any friends he would be able to trust well enough to send those pictures unless they got a cut of the money he intended extorting from Tom Warren, and Izzie had no intention of sharing that with anyone.
Ah, but then there was Millie and her son, Harold. Millie was a cow who lived in the same building as Susan. She must have weighed close to three hundred pounds. Had she lost two hundred of those pounds, she would have been a beautiful woman. But Millie was grossly overweight, and as a result grossly dissatisfied with her sex life. Once in a while Izzie would shtoop her to do her a favor. But he hated doing it because she smelled even worse than he. However, if Millie thought there was a chance she, the cow, might be able to make it with Tom Warren, the bull, she would do anything Izzie wanted, and that would include letting Izzie take Harold with him when he went back to the cabin, tomorrow. Harold had been a career marine, and he would keep Tom from laying hands on Izzie. Ach ja! The idea appealed to Izzie, so he went to see Millie and outlined his idea, neglecting to mention his intention of blackmailing Tom. He was merely helping Susan out. Millie, a very gullible woman, agreed, and told him he could have Harold.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
It was Monday morning at the cabin, and Susan awoke before Tom. She felt good, really good for the first time in her life. He had made her aware of how much of a woman she really was, and she knew now she would deny him nothing, nothing at all. In fact, the smart thing to do would be to surprise him, first by making breakfast, then by seducing him for dessert, since he would never expect her to take the initiative. Izzie was a bad dream she was all set to forget. As far as she was concerned, he'd wait out there until hell froze over before she gave the bastard any kind of signal.
Sliding out of bed, she went to the bathroom and took a long, hot shower, after which she wrapped herself in a see-through robe he had supplied for her and nothing else, and she prepared breakfast. The tantalizing smell of eggs and breakfast beef came through the door of the bedroom and woke Tom.
Yawning, he stretched, then hauled his naked bulk out of bed, went to the bathroom, and took a quick shower and a shave. Afterward, totally naked, he came out and sat on a chair Susan had thoughtfully provided with a cloth so his skin wouldn't stick to it. He ate with relish, and when he reached for her, she twirled just out of reach, saying, "Not here, Tom. It's so uncomfortable here. Either in the bedroom, or outside on a natural bed of moss I saw not too far from here."
She realized she ought not to have mentioned the moss, because if Izzie was somewhere outside, watching, and he saw the two of them step out totally naked, he would get those pictures. But Tom eased her fears by standing and saying, "Moss is nice, but mattresses are nicer. God! I'm really in the mood for you."
"I'm glad," she smiled, "because I'm in the mood for you."
"I don't know," he shrugged. "You've changed completely, Susan."
"For the better, I hope," she insisted, leading the way back to the master bedroom.
"Definitely," he said as she removed her robe.
He never got to add to what he was going to say, because she suddenly pounced on him, and instead of bearing him to the bed, she made him lie on the floor, pressing her round breasts against him, two heat-radiant jugs that made him sizzle as she drew him into a straining embrace as she writhed all over him, her tongue wrestling with his in what seemed like a kiss that lasted more than an hour. From that point on, she became more animalistic than ever, and it was the wildest experience Tom had ever known, for Susan, in taking the initiative, released all her inhibitions.
It wasn't that things happened overly quickly, because they didn't. At least, not in the beginning. The beautiful redhead, knowing they had all the time in the world, decided to enjoy herself, and she moved slowly, aware she had as much to learn from doing as from having been done to. Susan intended using her imagination when she wasn't certain, but she had the feeling that by now she had almost everything down pat. She took her sweet time, with no wish to leave out any amorous detail.
Tom simply lay there on the floor, totally relaxed, deciding that the previous evening's exertions were still taking their toll on the two of them, which was why she seemed to be moving so slowly. In fact, she was oozing over him like maple syrup, literally worshiping every inch of his shuddering body, kissing his face, his throat, his chest, his stomach-she kissed his stomach a lot as if to let him know she loved him in spite of its size. When at last her lips reached his looming lightning rod of flesh, the flood of verbal adoration as well as physical delight was totally overwhelming.
"Ohhhhh ... Tom ... it's wonderful ... so magnificent ... so awesome ... so big ... so much bigger than my ex-husband's ... so ummmmphhhhh...," Her mouth covered the head for a moment, sucking it, and then she pecked kisses all over it, her fingertips reverently foldling the outsized shaft as it towered up from his body. "Mmmmmm ... so big ... so thick ... so wonderfulll ... so perfectly shaped ... circumcised ... marvelous texture ... so hot ... so delightful ... uuuummmmmphhhh...." down she swooped.
Tom lay there, filled with awe and wonderment. He had expected she would let him, but he had never expected this wonderful aggression on her part. Had she really changed, or was this some kind of act? If it was an act, what was the reason for it? Susan was not only sucking, but breathing heavily, inhaling his masculine essences through her twin nostrils, letting the hot air out the same way as it blasted all over his genitalia.
"Ummmm...." she sighed, pulling her lips from it. "It's like concrete wrapped in satin," she told him. "So proud, so handsome, so powerful, so wonderful...."
She was on her knees as he lay there on the floor, alternately kissing and praising his pulsating cock while her hands tingled their way over his scrotum, making his balls jump in their container. Her manual devotion to his balls, upper thighs, hips, and ass made him sizzle. Even his fat belly seemed to arouse her as no flat belly had ever done. She stroked, pinched, and kneaded it as much as she fondled his private parts.
This went on for a long time until Tom had the presence of mind to suggest that the pair of them move to the bed where they were certain to be far more comfortable than they were on the floor. Besides, sex was give-and-take, and though he loved her attentions, half his pleasure was in doing unto her as she would do unto him.
"Not yet, please," Susan pleaded, addressing her hot-breathed remarks to his phallus as if she were speaking into the head of a microphone. "Remember, I'm still a little bashful, and because of that I do take time warming up. I need my vagina to get warmed up nicely, slowly, and I can feel the oils inside slowly simmering as I play with you. I mean, I'm doing just fine. Don't worry, we'll get to the bed before my cunt dribbles all over the floor, but just let me enjoy you like this the littlest bit more, first."
Far be it from Tom to argue with the redheaded woman. For the first time in his life when with a female, he felt himself totally on the receiving end, as if he was getting something for nothing for a change, instead of always giving and getting nothing. This was precisely the way Susan wanted him to feel.
Gradually her attentions to his genital area became less and less taunting and playful as she concentrated on what she was doing. She also talked a lot less. Her hands explored less and concentrated more on whacking and her mouth concentrated on direct sucking. He was never in any real danger of coming-if such a thing might be thought of as being in danger-and he knew it had nothing to do with the fresh mountain air or the fact that he had come the previous night. Susan was learning, discovering, teaching herself how to please a man in just about every way, and she was intentionally keeping her tantalizing caresses just below the boiling point. As a result, his cock, already the longest, thickest one in the state, seemed to stretch and thicken even more, the inner penis beneath the velvet outer flesh-casing seemingly stiffening and getting even harder. He ached inside that much more, feeling a twitching, throbbing desire. Eroticism filled the two of them, and her mouth worked slowly, enjoying what she was doing, aware from the throbs in his urethra that whenever he was about to boil over, she would be able to stop. Before long, it seemed to Tom that his cock had to be so gigantic, only a female elephant would be capable of handling it. He had to look and see for himself that in spite of what he felt, it wasn't quite the doric column he was imagining. Maybe it was simply the effect of all of Susan's gushing vocal superlatives, but even though it wasn't quite as massive as it felt, it was definitely longer and thicker than before. This woman had something about her that stirred up desire in him as no other woman had ever been able to previously do.
He didn't get more of a glimpse at his schlong, because by now Susan's mouth was engulfing so much of it, her lips going all the way down to the base, the head pushing its way into the narrow delicacy of her gullet. Each time she lifted her mouth, she literally allowed the penile head to "pop" out, and then her tongue would press itself flatly against the underside and wash the entire length of the urethra, slurping up and down again and again. Then her lips formed that wonderful ring again, and down she went until her nose was pressing into his pelvis and she was breathing the male essence of him. Her hand kneaded his balls, playing with them as if they were marbles in a sac while her other finger instinctively reached beneath and touched his ass-hole, not going in, but at the same time applying just enough pressure so that he knew the finger was there.
Everything Susan did, she did by instinct, doing it because she was enjoying herself, and as a result, she was fantastic. Yet she continued shifting around, moving this way and that, never once bearing down while using any single technique. Each time she felt him start the giddy climb toward orgasm, she stopped and did something else.
He began to actually tremble as he lay there on the floor, and so she did a new, different thing. Backing off until her mouth clung solely to the head of his pulsating cock, she wormed one arm through his crotch and fitted her hand into the small of his back as if to give him some kind of leverage as he lay there. Then, with her free hand, she gripped his shoulder and had him sit up, then little by little she urged him to get to his feet while her mouth clung to his cock and her hand remained in place against the small of his back. When he was standing, she urged him backward until his knee-backs touched the mattress, and that was when she threw him down. But her mouth moved with his cock to keep him from losing any sensation, and the penile head remained in her mouth the entire time. Once he was stretched out on the bed, she climbed on with her mouth still glued to the phallus, sucking strongly as she lifted one leg over his head and brought it down on the other side, presenting her cunt to his face as her mouth began violently bobbing up and down on the stiff staff of his erection. She let him see her bashful crack had been adequately prepared for a sixty-nine, because oils were not only seeping out, but splashing all over his face.
Even as he stared, he knew hers had to be the greatest cunt around, something really special. It looked to be something separate from Susan, something independently alive. It seemingly had a mind of its own, features of its own, a nervous system of its own, and muscles of its own that wouldn't be the least bit hesitant about applying pressure to anything that entered the holy grail. It looked so squirmily shimmering and wet and bright and delightful, and the inner lips seemed to smack together like oral lips as if about to taste him rather than he tasting her. Susan hunched forward, her mouth still on his monumental cock.
Tom sighed feeling the tips of her nipples being dragged over his body. God! She knew how to really build him up, and all this in so short a time. It was impossible to believe this was the same woman who, only forty-eight hours earlier, no, make that sixty hours earlier, had been such a total prude.
The man raised his head as he stared at the cunt that was now staring back at him. He pressed his nose forward, into the folds between the pink petals, coming into contact with the coral center, enjoying the glistening, undulant core of luscious pulp as her vagina seemingly opened wide to receive his mouth. Her entire inner crevice was completely revealed to his eyes, and he stared at the tantalizing dark hole where his nose would fit for the moment, to the out-reaching, quivering button of solid tissue that would never again hide behind the membranous frenulum. It leaped toward him as if it were a magnet leaping toward his tongue of steel. When he spiked his tongue-tip against that thick "on" button, her cunt suddenly clamped itself tightly shut, fastening itself to his face from forehead to chin, encompassing his two cheeks and compressing them, squeezing them, all but crushing everything in the sweetness of her inner dehiscence. Her cunt was actually sucking on his face like some kind of sea creature, as if intent on pulling his entire head inside.
Yet, when after a few oral swirls at the lovely redhead's palpitant vagina, the man decided to emulate Susan by shifting his attack a little, thrusting his face even deeper into the quivering center of her seething inner self, that fantastic womanly flue began shrinking down to such constricting tightness he was almost unable to pull his face out of her.
Meanwhile, Susan continued her worship of the man's upstanding phallus, a high priestess caught up in the obeisance she was paying the oversized cock. At the same time his balls were throbbing, as if to let Tom know they weren't able to stand much more of this teasing. They had to unleash that which they were manufacturing to make more room for the other little spermatozoa which were also coming into being.
When he finished a second round of clitoris-sucking, and thrusting his tongue into the dense swamp of her pussy-hole, he gripped the snug halves of her tight little white ass and finally managed to wrench his head free. It was at that moment that her mouth exerted overpowering pressure on his cock, and he felt a distinct rumble.
"I think I'm going to ... oh, God...," he gasped.
In almost no time, moving in a virtual blur of flesh and flashing limbs, Susan had turned herself around, had poised her hot cunt over the broad tip of his pulsing cock, and little by little she began corkscrewing her cunt down and around the penis, taking in the head and only the head, leaving the rest of the shaft out in the open air. He realized she had done it without using her hands, her cunt lips doing the actual grabbing and her inner self doing the actual sucking in, sucking even more, now pulling the rest of his cock in to the balls as her inner rings of muscle latched onto the massive probe.
"Now!" she gasped, sighing as she ground her cunt lips against the base of his cock, almost sucking his balls inside, "Come! Let it blast right through you!"
Tom was so dumb-struck at the lightning way Susan had reversed herself, and the manner in which her cunt had gobbled up his cock without her using her hands to guide it inside, the desire to peak once more settled in him, and though still on the verge, he was unable to actually come. He slammed his hips upward a dozen different times while she continued swirling and churning and rotating her own loins, and those unbelievable inner rings of muscle slowly strangled around the up-thrust prod, milking and massaging him like affectionate boa constrictors. But he was so astounded, a blockage temporarily prevented his prostate from unleashing the fluid that was making it swell.
Finally, he lifted his hands and gripped the out-thrust swells of her breasts, feeling her nipples cut into his palms as he gasped, "I don't know how you did what you did, but it stopped me from coming for the moment. If you want to go back to what you were doing...,"
"Hush!" Susan smiled, suddenly realizing that with this new-found delight of sex, she had achieved instant mastery over the man who had been her lord and ruler for the past two days. "I'll go back to it a little later, but for now we'll re-start that fire in you some other way, my love. I want the heavy first blast in the center of me. Then I'll be more than happy to drink whatever else you have to offer."
By being servile, Susan had conquered. By being subservient she was presently in control. It was all so unbelievable, she was unable to accept it at first, thinking he was playing some kind of game with her. Soon she understood, as long as her cunt gripped his cock, she was the empress and he was the slave. But when all this was over and done with, their positions would once again revert, and she knew full well she was better off that way. She wasn't meant to handle finances, or for that matter take charge of her life. Gambling had ruined her, as had playing in the stock market. The one saving grace in her life was Tom, and she didn't want to lose him.
She bent forward and kissed him, her breasts rubbing all the more strongly into hands that were pressed against them. Then she straightened up and began a wild, bouncy, maddening ride, that made his body jerk and shudder as her inner walls crushed his cock. She was only too quick to feel the swell of his balls as his sac tightened into his groin, so that when she rode down on his cock, the scrotum scrubbed her ass-cheeks.
Her own hands pressed against his, pushing his palms all the more firmly into her nipples, and while he twisted and turned and churned and pulled on the berries that were her breast-tips, she began sighing and letting him know just how much she was enjoying what she was feeling.
"Dear Lord!" she gasped. "You have no idea what a wonderful weapon you have. It's like a huge smoke stack. You know, the kind you see on factory buildings standing ten or fifteen stories high. Ummmm! I love the way you drive it into me, Tom. Shove it as far into me as you possibly can. Fill me with it. Fill all of me with it. Ooooooh! It's so thick it's like a rolled prime rib just coming out of the oven, only in this case it's my oven that's making the juices. Ooooooh! I can feel it throbbing inside me ... every little bulge, every little swell ... the head hitting all the way inside me. It feels as if you're stabbing me in the lungs. I'm so crammed full of you, when you do come, I'll probably be jetted right off you and go shooting through the ceiling like a rocket. Ohhhhh ... yessss! It feels so wonderfullll ... hold on just a little longer ... I'm going to come with you ... and if that happens ... uuuunnnnhhhh ... I'll clamp so solidly around you I'll be prevented from being blasted off you when you fill my cunt with your squirtings ... aaaaannnnnhhhhh...,"
Words no longer available to her, Susan gave the man a preview of the power in her cunt, power not even she realized she had as she clenched his pulsing rod until Tom was ready to believe the two of them had been fused together-flesh-melted-into-flesh, like a candlestick plunged into a vat seething molten wax.
"Hhhhhaaaauuunnngggghhhhh!" the man gasped, lifting her high with the force of his hips in response to what she was doing to him.
"Oooooooh! Good! Glorious! Wonderful! More! More! More! You marvelous torturer," she gasped. "Punish me this way again and again, and never stop punishing me. You have me right on the edge of all this, and instead of pushing me over, you're making me slide on that edge. What does it take to turn on that wonderful hose of yours. Oh, I love you so much, Tom! If only you knew, if only you believed ... you're making me weaken and feel limp inside ... aaaannnnhhhh ... if you want me as your slave, you have me. Ask anything ... oooooh ... and I'll do it ... I love you, Tom ... I love you more than life."
In spite of what she was telling him, Tom knew this was one woman who was definitely not limp inside, and he suspected she had plenty of additional tricks in that barely used satchel of hers before she would reduce herself to outright begging. Still, it was nice to believe his was the cock that had finally brought this magnificent bitch under control. Had he heard these compliments from a whore, he would have expected them, since whores make their living by making the men fucking them feel really good. Had she been one of the regular run-of-the-mill housewives he occasionally fucked, he would have also enjoyed it expectantly, and he knew if he had been fucking some young teeny-bopper who had never been dicked before, then her praise would be something to expect. But no, this was none of these. This was Susan Kean, the mature woman who had been fucked for five years before divorcing her husband-a woman who had hated sex, and who was now surrendering to it because his was the cock that was teaching it all to her the right way. He looked down along his body to where her cunt was sucking on his cock as she rose and fell, her inner self crushing his penis and filling it with one thrill after another. The golden-red hair had to be fire itself, fire originating inside her seething snatch.
Maybe he was getting addlepated, not having really had enough sex in his lifetime. That is, he hadn't had enough sex in his own eyes. But a woman like Susan was enough to make up for lost time, as long as he had her for the rest of his life. Those lovely breasts jutting out were more marvelous than ever as they pressed their nipples into his palms, sending streaks of lightning shooting through him, down along his arms to his body and then through his legs as well as up into his brain. His upstanding phallus probed the secret depths of her repeatedly, feeling the majesty of her cunt as it sucked again and again, and he knew this time there would be no backing off. This time he was going to come like crazy.
Now the seething sensations began building in the double boilers of his testicles. They churned, and then produced a heavy flow of sperm, the millions of little tadpoles charging through the vas deferens on their way to the prostate, there to mingle with the fluid that was going to wash them through the urethra and into Susan's cunt. Streams of boiling porridge began ascending in his under-tube, and with it came a timeless, ageless rapture as he realized whatever the trajectory, he was going to unleash love into this woman's center. His entire consciousness seemed to be drawn up into the primal center of super-compacted oneness within her, where Susan's most formidable, inner fires were sizzlingly bonded to his knob like electrons clinging to an atomic nucleus.
He was there, feeling it surge through him, and yet the orgasm was crazier than anything he had ever felt in his entire life. To him it was like being totally naked at the North Pole in the middle of a hailing blizzard. At the same time it was like feeling fire blast through his veins, and he tightened and lifted himself as the semen went spurting from his body to hers.
"AAAAIIIIYYYYEEEE AAAAGGGGG HHHH-UUUUNNNNGGGGG HHHHAAAAGGGG HHH-AAAAARRRRGGGG HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGG HHHHAAAAAGGGG HHHHAAAGGGHHHH!" he bellowed.
The sperm felt like a seething flood of dry ice, so cold it was hot, and it rushed through his entire body, paralyzing him for a moment, turning him to petrified ice, as well. He had suddenly turned into a stone arch, his weight on his shoulders and heels, his ass lifted clear off the mattress, his mind going totally numb as he watched Susan's pale, perfect alabaster form contort and writhe on his cock like an angle worm twisting on a fishhook.
Internally, he felt like an atomic mushroom cloud of smoke suddenly caught in a maelstrom, twisting this way and that. Susan was also caught in the holocaust of orgasm, her torso lunging every which way, seeming to change shape as well as the direction of her lean too fast for his eyes to follow. Yet she remained pinioned where she was, locked to him, melted into him, their loins merged at ground-zero of the most wonderful explosion of all time as she shrieked out, "AAAAIIIII YYYEEEEEAAAAA IIIIYYYY-AAAAA IIIIIYYYYAAAAA GGGGHHHHAAAAA IIII HHHAAAAIIIIEEEEE YYYYEEEEAAAAA GGGGHHHHUUUU WWWWAAAGGGGHHH-HHH!"
The sensation in both bodies remained at peak for what seemed like forever, and then slowly, ever-so-slowly, they began drifting down again, little by little as splash after splash of his sperm beat into her body and filled her with the critters from which babies might be formed.
She was unable to remain upright and fell forward, pushing against the palms of his hands as he remained clutching her breasts for a moment, and then his arms gave way and she collapsed on top of him. She lay there, unmoving, unable to do a thing other than simply feel the beat of his heart through her breast and note it was keeping perfect time with her own.
A long, long time passed, and finally she had enough strength returned to her body to slide off him. She lay beside him, unmoving as he got to his feet and dressed. Then he helped her to her feet and made her dress, as well, saying, "No more game-playing, Susan. From now on you're my personal slave for the rest of your life. I'm going to bind you to me so you'll never get away. There's a private airport near here, and a rented plane will take us where we have to go."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The old Ford crept up to the cabin. It was Wednesday, a day later than Izzie had anticipated, and he was angrier than ever. But at last his car had been fixed, and Harold, Millie's son, was with him.
Harold was six-feet-two-inches tall, extremely dull-witted, which was why he was made a boot camp training sergeant and was unable to rise higher, with muscles like a gorilla, and a face to match. At the moment he was wearing a simple pair of black slacks, a green shirt, and an old combat jacket to keep out the October cold.
Izzie, wearing an old gray suit that had been rumpled ten years earlier, saw the Imperial and knew Tom and Susan were in the cabin. He parked his car next to the Imperial, then he and Harold got out and walked up to the front door. He banged on the front door, and when the door opened, he pushed his way past Tom into the large single room, snapping, "May ve come in?"
Tom took one look at Harold and knew better than to argue with Izzie. He waited until the lumbering hulk had walked in, then shut the door, and said, "What the hell do you want, and who the hell are you?"
"Izzie!" Susan gasped, stepping out of the bedroom wearing a frilly pink dress.
Tom was in shirtsleeves, with blue slacks, and it was obvious he hadn't appreciated Izzie's interrupting. Izzie didn't give a damn.
"I'll be brief," Izzie said to Tom. "You brought dis voman here against her vill, undt you raped her. Here is der effidence."
He produced the pictures of Tom with Susan, the ones he had taken the previous Sunday evening.
"You know this turd?" Tom asked Susan, referring to Izzie.
"Yes," she quietly admitted.
Turning to Izzie, he said, "Get the fuck out of here right now, you and Godzilla, or I swear there'll be hell to pay."
Izzie turned to Harold and said, "Take care uff him."
Harold, who had lived almost all his life getting into and out of fights, grabbed Tom, and with one arm around the man's body to keep him from using his own hands, applied pressure on the man's carotid arteries using his fingers and thumb, and Tom blacked out.
"Now," Izzie said, turning to Susan. "You vill come vit' me. If he tries to follow, ve haff der evidence dat he raped you. I can alvays claim Harold here vas vit' me undt saw vhat happened."
"No!" Susan gasped. "It's a lie! I won't come with you."
"You come vit' me, or else Harold will kick your boyfriend's brains oudt uff his head."
"That's murder!" Susan screamed.
"Ve'll claim ve vere passing undt heard you scream. Dat, or I'll tell how you called me up undt asked me to come up here undt safe you from dis man. No court in der vorld vill convict us. So come!"
"Never!" Susan screamed, rushing to the unconscious body of Tom and checking him over to make certain he was all right.
"Bring her!" Izzie commanded. "I t'ink she needs a lesson. Dere's a motel not too far from here vhere, bet-veen der two uff us, ve can teach dis bitch not to giff us a hard time."
Harold didn't bother responding. He wasn't very good when it came to difficult things, like talking. He saved his strength for fighting and fucking, and from what Izzie was hinting, there was going to be some fucking.
Susan scratched the words Raynor Motel on a table-top just before Harold bodily picked her up and carried her out of the cabin.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The Raynor Motel was where Izzie had taken Susan the last time, and when she heard him tell Harold they would take her to a nearby motel, she assumed it would be the same one. In that, she was correct.
Once the three of them were in the motel room, Izzie sneered at Susan, saying, "You t'ink just because you like dat boyfriend uff yours dat you can change your mind, eh? Veil it's too late, Susan. I left a set uff pictures vit' him, undt a note telling him how to make der payoffs if he doesn't vant me to show dese same pictures to udders undt ruin him."
"Izzie, you were always a stupid fool," Susan insisted.
"Nein!" Izzie snapped at her. "Ve're bot' uff us sick undt tired uff you telling us vhat to do. Ve came here to make money, undt dat's vhat ve'll do. Ve're going to vait for your boyfriend to make der first cash delivery by tomorrow morning, right here. I've told him in der note dat if he doesn't, or if somet'ing happens to us, der pictures vill be released by friends of mine to der press."
"You have no friends, Izzie," Susan insisted.
"But he doesn't know dat," Izzie told her. "Undt you von't be dere to tell him. You like fucking? Gutt! From now on you fuck for Harold undt me."
"Never!" she shouted.
"Now! Right now!" Izzie snapped.
Without another word, he tore the clothing from Susan's body. He literally shredded her dress and her undies, revealing her in her naked perfection. She tried fighting him, but he slapped her face, and then hurled her onto the bed.
"You vait until I tell you, undt den join in," Izzie said to Harold, who nodded.
Susan quivered, half with fear, half with revulsion, for Izzie turned her stomach. He pulled off his own clothing and threw himself on top of her, saying, "Dis time I take her wunderbar cunt."
His bony knees were between her thighs, forcing them open, and then the red, rubbery head of his skinny whang was pressing against the full-fleshed lips of her cunt in spite of her cries and struggles. Susan tried tearing at Izzie's hair, but the man smacked her face, and the new glasses she had been wearing went flying off to the side. She turned her face away from him, not wanting to see, even in a blur, just what this man intended doing to her. The lovely redhead held her breath as she felt the initial harsh pressure against the tight, elastic opening of her vulva. Then Izzie cram med forward.
"Haaaauuuunnnngggghhhh!" she gasped as she felt the harsh pressure of his thin cock against her dry cunt, for dry as it was, it was also tight and all but impossible to penetrate.
Izzie wasted no time, not caring about her need for lubricity. He pushed again.
"Hhhhhoooonnnngggghhhh!" she gasped as the blood-bloated little tip slipped through, cruelly stretching her tight, dry opening until Susan felt as if her thighs would rip right off her body.
Pleas would be wasted on Izzie, so she didn't plead. She waited as the ugly, smelly little man hurled himself forward, his own hairy chest smashing her firm rounded breasts into her chest as his thick cock slid into her dry, aching vagina, causing her pain.
"Aaaaayyyyaaaagggghhhhh!" Susan cried out.
Who would have believed that such a skinny penis would have caused so much trouble? Now its slender length lay in the heated confines of her cunt, throbbing and making her feel more pain than ever. In spite of Tom's thickness, he had never hurt her like this.
"So, tell me you like it!" Izzie demanded, sounding like a Nazi. When she refused to answer, he ground his cock even more deeply into her and demanded, "Tell me you like it!"
"Yes!" she cried in anguish. "I like it!" Anything to make him stop hurting her.
"Gutt! Now beg me to fuck you."
"Never!" Susan insisted.
"Beg!" he roared, flexing his skinny penis and pushing it even harder into her dry tunnel. "Don't, don't, don't!" she pleaded. "Dat's not vhat I vant to hear."
"All right, all right, do it to me!"
"Nein! Use der right vords."
"All right!" she gasped. "Fuck me!"
"Sehr gutt!" Izzie nodded, sensing the last of any remaining resistance she might have offered, and he clamped his mouth, with its vile breath, against Susan's and he began slowly stroking in and out between her tantalizing thighs.
Susan groaned, but even now felt her inner passage starting to lubricate a little, and as a result it also began regaining its elasticity and started widening. This was when Susan began to understand that although she hated Izzie, his cock was, in spite of its initial roughness, making deeper and better inroads into her than ever before. As far as Izzie was concerned, it wouldn't be much longer before Susan was a squealing mass of raw flesh begging for more of his cock. She was far more sensuous than any of the ugly tramps he had fucked, previously. Ach ja! This one was sensitive, and she'd respond.
Susan realized her naked body was beginning to react in spite of her dislike of Izzie. Lewd flames of desire were coursing through her, all because of what she had learned with Tom, and it was hopeless to fight such feelings. She knew better than to even think of fighting the demands of her body. Soon she found herself twitching and writhing beneath him in spite of her hate for him, and she was incessantly groaning into his smelly mouth as he continued kissing her, sucking on his tongue in automatic response. Hums of servile acceptance came from her inner depths, acceptance to the physical deed, but not acceptance of Izzie. She would never accept Izzie, and she knew he had sealed his doom by coming back this way and stealing her away from Tom.
Izzie's hands slid down to her buttocks, squeezing them again and again, feeling her flesh flex and relax, the skin oozing through his fingers. He gripped her more firmly and jerked her all the more tightly to his loins, the wet cunt between her thighs starting to flower open all the more now, feeling less pain as the moisture in there intensified. He jerked her all the harder against him as he nailed his cock ever deeper into her.
Izzie slaved away above Susan, moving into smoother, longer strokes automatically, bringing his skinny cock almost all the way out of her tight cunt, then slamming it right back in, his balls smacking against the eagerly uptilted buttocks, slapping harshly against the delightfully rounded cheeks.
Izzie smiled triumphantly into her mouth as he sucked on her sweet tongue. He had her, now.
The deep, guttural sounds coming from the depths of her chest were not whimpers of pain. He had heard too many girls in rapture not to know the difference. His cock continued sliding in and out of the sucking tightness of her pussy, and suddenly she was gasping as she realized, in spite of her hating Izzie, and the fact that she would always hate the man, she was going to come.
"YYYYYAAAAAIIIII YYYYYEEEEEAAAAA IIIIYYYYYY AAAAAIIIIIYYYY AAAAAGGGGG HHHHAAAANNNNGGGG HHHHHUUUUNNNN-GGGGGG HHHHAAAAUUUUUWWWWWAAA AAAAGGGHHHH!" she screamed, unable to believe that she was attaining an orgasm, and so quickly.
Izzie was even more surprised. He had never expected a woman whom he thought to be a cold fish to be capable of climaxing, but she was doing just that. He felt her tight little cunt gushing hot and heavy fluid around his throbbing little cock, and he knew he was a long, long way from coming. She was so wet inside at the moment, it was all but impossible for him to feel the friction he wanted. He had to make her even tighter, inside. He fucked harder and faster than ever.
Susan groaned helplessly as her heatedly quivering cunt was continually plundered again and again, Izzie jackhammering into her so that her head slammed against the backboard of the bed with each thrust. Her womb flared and the clasping lips of her hair-lined pussy continued opening to receive the hard-driving cock. Her nails had already cut into Izzie's flat ass-cheeks, but the hair covered the bloodied streaks her nails made. The vile odor of his breath still sickened her, yet even after her orgasm she was unable to keep herself from responding to his thrusts by fucking back. Susan knew she would soon be attaining yet another orgasm.
She despised Izzie, but also knew she had to keep him here long enough for Tom to come and help her get away from here. So she began using the different tricks she had learned.
"Hey," Harold called out, reminding Izzie he was there. "I wanna fuck, too."
He was dropping his pants, and Susan saw that Harold, while not built quite along Tom's thickness and length, was certainly longer and thicker than Izzie.
"Ja!" Izzie agreed. "Dis is a gutt idea. Her cunt is too narrow in der beginning, undt now it is too vet. So I let you take over der fucking uff her cunt, undt I...,"
He leaped off Susan and Harold wasted no time hurling his brawny body on top of the redhead. His hard cock was just aching to bury itself, and he wasted no time in gripping it firmly, pressing the head against her tight pussy, and pushing, filling her to the brim with his throbbing cockmeat. He shoved harder than ever, and Susan gasped, unaccustomed to such brute strength even if her husband had taught her to accept such roughness.
"Izzie, make him stop!" she cried out. "Don't do this to me."
But Harold held her pinned to the bed, his member continually spearing into her fear-contracted vagina, and she felt like a moth pinned to a display card by a nail.
"Izzie, stop him!" she pleaded, writhing under the man.
"Who do you t'ink you're kidding?" Izzie laughed. "You luff being fucked. You already came vunce vit' me, undt you'll probably come again. So shut up undt enjoy it all."
"Izzie ... no ... this is wrong...,"
"Shut up!" Izzie snapped at her. Then he walked around so he was able to look at Harold's face, seeing the idiotic bliss on the muscular man's countenance. "Harold!" he shouted. "Turn der bitch ofer vhile you still fuck her."
Harold looked puzzled for a moment as if unaware of what he ought to do. Then a knowing grin spread across his lips. He wrapped his arms tightly around Susan's helpless body, all but crushing her with his powerful bulk, and with a single smooth effort, he rolled over so that he was the one on the bottom and Susan was sitting on top of him, still hopelessly impaled on his throbbing organ. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her breasts against him, and her buttocks all naked and white were pointing toward the ceiling. Susan frantically struggled for a moment to try and free herself from the man's arms, but a moment later she was shocked into immobility by a hand slapping her buttocks-hard. It was Izzie's hand.
"Just keep der ass still, verdammt!" he roared.
She gasped as she felt his finger plunder her anal pucker, and remembering what he had done to her at this hotel the first time he had brought her here, she twisted her head around in time to see him kneeling between her thighs and those of Harold, as well. Izzie continued working with obscene concentration over the naked cleft of her rounded ass-cheeks. Her mind was dulled with fear and shame, for she knew only too well what he was going to try and do to her. But surely he didn't expect to do it while this other man's cock was buried in her cunt. Her ass-hole was too narrow for anything like that, now.
She jerked as she felt his outstretched finger nudging a little deeper into her helpless rectum. He wasn't going to wait. He would rip her rectal tissues right out of her if he tried fucking her now.
"Wait ... wait ... wait...," she begged. "Izzie, you can t . ...
She was screaming with alarm as the mustached man's hands tugged apart her fearfully trembling buttocks. She tried hard to wriggle away, but his finger relentlessly drove deeper into her anus. She tried flexing the moons of her ass-cheeks together, but the pressure of his thumbs, pulling them apart, was too great. He was stretching her back cheeks wider and wider apart, and she felt cool air rushing through the crevice, making her shudder.
"Izzie ... don't you dare...," she gasped. "That's sick!"
"Shut your face, damn you!" the German Gypsy insisted, snarling behind her, his voice hoarse and choked up with unnatural passion.
At that moment, Harold gripped her hips and began ramming her up and down on the throbbing length of his powerful phallus until, despite herself, Susan found herself almost delirious with the feelings or delight all over again. She was enraptured at the pressure of the cock in her cunt, even though the man attached to the cock meant nothing to her.
"I done this lotsa times on liberty," he told her, grinning at her. "We double-fucked chicks right and left. Watch! You'll be able to handle it, too. When Izzie stretches your ass-hole a little more, you'll love it."
Susan gave another gasp of protest, tears filling her helpless eyes at the realization that the two of them intended performing this unnatural act on her. Izzie was once again going to sodomize her. God! How would she live through this? She'd had such happiness with Tom, and Izzie was here to spoil it all. Once again, she had no one but herself to blame for inviting Izzie in the first place. If Tom broke in on this now, and saw other men doing this to her, she feared he would never want anything more to do with her. God! She felt so terribly ashamed, so miserable about it all.
She jerked as she felt the outstretched finger dig deeper into her rear, and she stiffened with horror, thinking how sick these men were, two degenerates. She tried hard to squirm her buttocks away from Izzie as Harold continued to skewer her mercilessly with his shaft. Izzie already had the finger in to the first knuckle, and now he crammed it into her all the harder, pushing until he had the finger all the way into her tight ass-hole. Susan jumped from the unexpected sensation, but remained silent this time. She refused to give these two monsters the satisfaction of hearing her plead for mercy again.
Grinning excitedly, Izzie rotated his finger in the tight little puckered opening as the beautiful redhead's voluptuous body continued moving up and down on the thickness of Harold's powering penis. Little by little the discomfort in her anus continued lessening, and her mind concentrated more on the cock ramming into her cunt than the finger in her rear. Slowly she relaxed, moving her hips in time to the way Harold was lifting his cock into her, voluntarily sitting down on it and meeting each vibrant thrust of his phallus, and she liked the feeling more than she cared to admit, not because she had any feelings other than loathing for Harold as well as Izzie, but because her inner self was being stimulated beyond belief. For a breathless moment the intrusion in her anus actually felt good, intensifying all her inner sensations, but then she felt additional pressure as Izzie added yet another finger. The pain intensified for a moment, then began lessening, and just when it had faded away, she felt Izzie yank his fingers from her rectum, making her aware how empty she felt back there.
She gasped as she felt the smelly little man edging closer, pushing her thighs wider apart with his knees as he moved in behind her helplessly skewered feminine body. Then, overcome by the sight of her twin ass moons, he leaned down, his face falling to her tantalizing buttocks and he began tonguing wetly and sloppily at the crevice between them. Saliva poured from his mouth and all but rained into the tiny little narrow opening sending strange shivers of forbidden delight coursing uncontrollably through the lovely woman.
Suddenly Harold's hands clamped firmly around her waist, holding her in place as he lifted her, for an instant freeing her of the vaginal impalement she had been feeling. Behind her, Izzie grasped harshly at her nakedly flaring hips, holding her perfectly steady in front of him as he aimed his phallic tip at the wetly moistened split and then ran the head up and down through the crack, spreading the gobs of saliva evenly across her tiny little pucker. Then he gripped his pulsing penis even more tightly, aimed the head at the little twinkling brown star, and pressed it against the tiny little opening.
Susan shuddered in fear at the initial contact, knowing this time there would be nothing to keep her rear hole from splitting, especially once Harold crammed his cock back into her cunt. She tried hard to wriggle away, but Harold had her firmly in hand, and then she felt Izzie's cock press against her rear opening, and once again she felt the agony as her ass-hole automatically clenched.
Her scream pierced the breathless silence of the room as she suddenly felt the tightly resisting ring of her anus surrender even more quickly this time than the last time. The unyielding pressure of Izzie's penis was too much for her. In a sudden blaze of horrified agony, the lust-swollen penile head pushed inside her anus with a "pop."
The agony of the depraved intrusion was overwhelming, and it vibrated through every fiber of her being. She babbled incoherently, pleading for mercy, but Izzie was deaf to her. She groaned with agony as the organ sank all the more deeply into her rectal channel. God! God! It was useless to dream of asking for any kind of consideration from either of these animals.
Now it was Harold's turn. He tugged her slowly down, and the thick head of his cock once again intruded into her vaginal cave, her cunt made all the tighter by Izzie's cock in her rectum, just as his cock now made her anal tunnel even tighter. For Susan this was debasing and tormenting.
She felt the thickness of the one in her cunt rubbing against the skinny one in her rectum, and only thin membrane of tissue separated the two throbbing organs. She writhed in the hope of somehow or other freeing herself from either or both of the twin impalers, but even now as she wriggled she realized the pain she felt in her rear was once again changing, as it had the first time Izzie had fucked her back there, just as the agony in her cunt was also changing. She felt a dual thrill at the twin impalement, and she began moving her hips and thighs back and forth on the two organs.
There was no further delay on Izzie's part. Excited by the idea of fucking Susan, debasing her, and at the same time making money from the pictures he would use, he began fucking furiously into the rubbery depths of her rectum, while Harold used powerful upward strokes to ram into her seething cunt. The bed springs squeaked in protest at the rough treatment.
As if the two men had come to some unspoken agreement, both cocks pulled back at the same time, then both shoved forward, one into the tightness of her narrow rectum, the other into almost the equal tightness of her vagina. In and out, they rammed themselves back and forth, cramming her full of cock both in front and in back. Susan, who a moment earlier, had been terrified and in agony, realized the pain was fast disappearing, and it was being replaced by something good, something enjoyable, something totally delightful. Then it came to her that she might just as well enjoy this, in spite of the two animals doing this to her, because the odds were greatly against her ever being fucked by two men at the same time again. Tom would never allow it.
The two men buffeted her in unison now, one moving in while the other moved out, then reversing themselves. They hammered into her wantonly writhing form with thrilled delight, pounding her again and again and again. As a result, the passion intensified in all three people, and Susan was unable to keep it hidden.
The redheaded woman's entire being was becoming a quaking mass of lust as she continued undulating with wild abandon. She was totally lost in this wild and overpowering sensation, and she crazily rotated her hips and buttocks, joyfully skewering herself on the two masculine organs in spite of the hate she felt for both men. She squeezed with her vaginal muscles, thrilling Harold who had never fucked a tight cunt before, and then she crushed with her rectal muscles, making it difficult for Izzie to move his cock, yet making him enjoy it all that much more. A marvelous, almost volcanic sensation continued mounting ever higher in her shuddering interior, and Susan knew something different was going to happen-something she might never feel again.
"Annnnhhhh ... onnnn hhhh ... oooo nnhhhh hh-hhhh hhhhuuuunnnnhhhh...," she groaned out loud, feeling numbing pleasure charge through her in shattering waves of ecstatic sensation as lust continually surged through her helplessly impaled loins, branching out through her entire body, making her forget everything in the world other than that which she was feeling. Glorious sensations pounded through her nakedly quivering body like an angry surf.
"Oh, Christ! Lookit her fuck!" Harold gasped breathlessly, unable to believe such a sedate female was capable of putting the blowsy whores he had known to shame. She was jerking back and forth, totally out of control, her body jerking and moving and vibrating, building toward a cresting dual orgasm.
"She's going to come!" Izzie gasped, proud of himself, for he was certain he was the sole reason why Susan was on the verge of orgasm. No other woman had ever come with his cock in her before. In fact, Susan hadn't come the first time he had ass-fucked her, and so he had been surprised when she came, before. Now he knew she was on the verge again, and he was more surprised.
Lying flat on his back on the bed, Harold at that point was unable to do anything other than simply lie there, nodding helplessly as he felt her vaginal muscles clamp down tightly around his rapidly swelling penis. He sensed the shudder of orgasm tear through her dually impaled body as her mouth hung open, and her tongue protruded. The helpless woman was totally out of her mind with desire as two orgasms shattered their way through her body at the same time.-
"YYYYAAAAAIIIII YYYYEEEEEIIIII AAAAA-GGGGHHHHHH UUUUNNNNGGGGG HHHHH-AAAAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAA IIIIIYYYYYAAAAA GGGGHHHHUUUUNNNGGGG GGGGHHHH!" she shrieked.
Izzie was startled by the loudness of her scream, but he was patting himself on the back, proud he was the cause of this orgasm, certain had it not been for him, Susan would never have known how good a climax would feel. He attributed it all solely to his own cock, never once thinking it was the dual fucking that was doing all this. Susan was a priceless woman, after all. Maybe, just maybe he would give her some of the money he intended extorting from Tom Warren, if she continued fucking like this. But then, he expected her to continue fucking like this no matter what. He'd have to have second thoughts about giving her money. After all, if he gave her too much money, she might run away and leave him.
Again and again the twin phalluses pounded into Susan's body, enhancing sensation that much more for her, her red hair flying this way and that as she lay on top of Harold, her body unable to move, her ass being moved by Izzie's cock thrusting in and out, and as a result still lifting her cunt up and down on the hard stock attached to the dimwitted Harold.
Susan's brain was wildly reeling as she heard a low animal-like growl in Izzie's throat as his skinny little penis continued filling her rectum. She was aware of the man's penis in her rectum beginning to pulsate and throb, expanding as it pummeled her interior again and again. She was also aware of Harold's penis thickening in her desperately contracting vagina, and she clamped even harder on it to speed his orgasm.
GGGG HHHHAAARRRRRGGGHHHH ... OOOO-NNNNGGGGHHHAAA GGGGHHHHHHH!" Izzie bellowed, and a white bubbling river of seminal fluid began spurting into her rectum as it had the other time he had sodomized her. The organ was so powerful, Susan was willing to swear it splashed into her colon and almost reached into her small intestine.
Harold, feeling the skinny man's release, moved his cock all the more furiously in her cunt, pumping wildly in and out, in and out, intent on attaining his own satisfaction. The summit was almost there at the moment. He was almost out of breath. Jeez! This was going to be the best come he had ever known.
"HHHHAAAAYYYYEEEE AAAAAHHHHH ... HHHHUUUU NNNNGGGG HHHHH ... GOOOOO-DDDDD UUUUHHHHHH ... GGGGAAAANNNN-GGG HHHHUUUNNNNN GGGGHHH!" he bellowed, firing blast after blast of semen into the feminine concavity between Susan's legs as she was forced to continue riding him by the thrusts of Izzie's cock in her ass.
A moment later, she realized Izzie's cock had slipped from her rectum, and then she was allowed to fall to the side of the bed so that Harold's cock fell out of her cunt, and the oozings of both men came draining out of her, running down the backs of her thighs, as well as her inner thighs. Then she simply lay there, feeling horrible, for she was certain Tom would believe she might have been part of a conspiracy against him, and she wouldn't blame him for thinking it.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Susan lay on the bed for nearly half-an-hour, regaining her strength. Finally she picked herself up and went to the bathroom to wash the sperm out of her.
When she re-emerged, still naked since Izzie had ripped the clothing off her, she saw the two men dressed and smiling. Izzie held out his coat to her, and though she got the feeling she would catch fleas if she put it on, she had no choice.
"Smile, Susie," he told her. "Ve haff dat bastard by his balls, you'll see. He'll be here tomorrow undt he'll pay. Ve'll make lots uff money, undt you undt I can fuck for a long time."
Before Susan was able to respond, she heard a knock at the door. Izzie went to it and called out, "Who is it?"
"Police!" A voice yelled. "Open up!"
Susan was filled with horror. Izzie was panic-stricken, but knew there was no other way out of the room. He looked at Harold and said, "Ve may haff to fight our vay out."
He opened the door, and the sheriff and two deputies stepped into the room, and all three carried heavy truncheons. One look at them and it was obvious no one was going to pick a fight with them.
"Susan," he said, walking over to her. "Are you all right?"
"They raped me," she shamefully admitted.
"It vasn't rape!" Izzie started yelling. "She vanted it as much as ve did."
"You're a liar," Tom bellowed at him.
"As for you, now I'll hafff those pictures shown to efferyone you know, and you 'll be arrested for rape, yourself. Here," he said to the sheriff. "Look at dese and you can see he vas raping her."
"I'll take these for evidence," the shefiff nodded.
"Against him, ja?" Izzie asked, pointing at Tom.
"Against you," the sheriff told him. "Who the hell d'you think you are that you can come up here and take pictures of a man in bed with his own wife."
"Vife?" Izzie gasped. "What are you talking about?"
"If you hadn't been in such a hurry to drag me off," Susan snapped, "Tom and I would have told you. We took a private plane to Las Vegas on Monday, got married, and came back to spend our honeymoon at the cabin. In fact, we're going to live there from now on."
"Honeymoon?" Izzie gasped. "Married?"
"Right," the sheriff nodded. "Ain't no law against a man doin' it with his own wife. But there is a law against you takin' pictures of it, and these pictures are evidence enough to put you away for a long time, on top of the kidnapping charge, as well as the rape charge. Come on, buddy, move it!"
The sheriff and his two deputies cuffed Izzie and Harold and hustled them off, leaving Tom alone with Susan.
"Let's go home," Tom said to her.
"Then you don't believe Izzie?" she asked.
"I'd be a sorry excuse for a husband if I did," he told her. "Not that things between us have changed. I married you simply to make sure you wouldn't be able to walk out on me when you felt like it. You're chained to me, and my lifetime household slave. Is that understood?"
"Of course," she nodded.
"You do all the cooking, the cleaning, the sewing, the housekeeping, and you fuck whenever I want, suck whenever I want, and if I choose to go up the ass, you'll take it there, too."
"Yes, darling," Susan nodded. "But are you sure you want me, knowing those two used me as they did?"
"Does that make you less of a woman?" he asked. "Are you to blame for them attacking you? Damn you, woman, I still love you. But I won't give an inch to you, because you have a bad habit of taking advantage of anyone who does. From now on, you don't even get an allowance. If you want to buy something, anything at all, the only place where you have credit is the village stores. Otherwise, if you need money, you come to me.
"Yes, darling," Susan nodded. "Just one thing, though. If I belong to you, then you belong to me. If I ever catch you with another woman, I'll let you stay with her."
"Oh?"
"But only after I cut off the part of you I want and take it home with me to keep me company on hot summer nights, and cold winter nights, for that matter."
"Aha!" he nodded.
"I may be a slave to your penis, but I'm its only slave, is that clear?" she asked.
"Perfectly," he nodded, ushering her to the Imperial.
"Good. Now tomorrow, I want curtains for the windows, rugs for...."
