Stephie had a lot going for her. She was bright pretty and voluptuous. There was one thing wrong. She liked to live in a dream world. So instead she wove herself into an unreal world of fantasy and degradation. Her ultimate degradation, one of pain and torture. It was her own secret world and it involved a circus of torture and abuse. She slipped in an out of her private world, until she met the person who made it an ultimate reality.
And that person was Chuck.
He played with her affections, as if she were a mere doll. And when she was hooked on him, he used her love for him by violating every square inch of her delicate and beautiful body. But it didn't stop there. For one night when Stephanie decided to keep a date with Chuck, a date that they would be alone together to share the joys of sexual union, she was met at the door by ten leering eyes. And the man that she loved was to be the instigator of a brutal gang bang.
By the end of the night, not only had Stephanie learned her lesson, but her sadomasochistic fantasies, and the real world of rape and humiliation made her do things that she never would have dreamed possible....
CHAPTER ONE
The heat of desire smoldering through her body rivaled the burning noonday sun. Invisible fingers of arousal toyed maddeningly with the sensitive cunt flesh beneath her thin underwear. She felt that familiar longing rise silently up the insides of her thighs. like tongues of flame, it spread across her smooth belly and consumed her throbbing, hardening breasts.
Stephanie Martin wanted to get fucked.
She quickened her pace along the sidewalk and undulated her hips in a way that she knew would attract attention. Out of the corner of her eye she noted the admiring glances from male passers-by. The edges of her mouth turned up into a self-satisfied smirk. Laughing inwardly, she wiggled her ass and visualized the way their eyes must be bulging in her direction.
They wanted her, she felt sure. Any of those men would be happy to fuck her in a minute. To rip off her clothing and drill her hungrily. To teach her the secrets of fucking and show her what it was really like to be a woman. Any red-blooded man would be grateful for the opportunity.
Any man, that was, except Evan.
A sudden rush of unadulterated, cold fear stopped her dead in her tracks. As the prickling bubbles of nervousness stampeded through her chest she stared vacantly into the swarm of midday traffic on Charles Street. She must be going mad, Steffie told herself, trembling slightly.
During the past few months, with increasing intensity, her thoughts had been turning to one subject. Sex. At the oddest moments-In the middle of history lectures, during lab experiments, while people were talking to her-Without warning, that unnerving hunger would suffuse her body like a fine film and set her tingling. What was wrong with her, Steffie screamed silently.
The answer, as always, was blunt and direct. She was tired of being a virgin.
When the light changed she forced her legs to carry her off the curb and across the street to the Boston Public Gardens. As she passed through the break in the wrought iron gate she resolved to ignore the current of need coursing through her cunt. Instead, she concentrated on a smooth expanse of green and found herself bidding silent goodbye to the clusters of lush flower beds which she'd grown so fond of during the past three years.
At this time next week, she realized she'd be hundreds of miles away from this place. For the other college students it was the start of just another summer vacation, but her whole life was about to undergo violent change. Now, Steffie began to wonder if that change was really going to be for the better.
"You're being much too pessimistic," Steffie scolded herself as she plopped onto a bench and stretched her pretty legs. After all, Evan wasn't rejecting her-Exactly. A girl was supposed to save herself for the wedding night. Hadn't Mom said that same thing hundreds of times? The wait wouldn't really be that much longer, now. Only three months.
She closed her eyes, tilted her pretty face skyward and hoped that the warm June sunshine could melt away the icy sensation that had begun to rise along her spine. The thought of sleeping alone for another three months stretched before her like an eternity of damnation. Even her flesh seemed to crawl with protest.
She was tired of being good. Sick of being frustrated. Steffie wanted Evan to fuck her now. She had to think of a way to convince him, she told herself decisively. She had to act fast. Today was her last chance.
Bright points of light gamboled through the soft arrangement of wheat-blonde hair that framed her delicate features. With her pink mouth in repose, her tiny chin elevated and her milk-white skin glowing Steffie seemed more like a marble statue than the effervescent young coed known to family and friends. Only the clutching and unclutching of graceful fingers belied the external loveliness.
What if she waited until they were married and then found out that Even wasn't man enough for her?
Steffie shivered. That thought had never crossed her mind before. Tiny droplets of perspiration formed at her temples and she felt the cotton print blouse beginning to cling underneath her breasts.
That settled it, she decided. Fifteen more minutes at the most before Evan would arrive. She must plot an effective course of action before he got there. Once they were married there would be no turning back. If she didn't get him into her cunt today she might regret it for the rest of her life.
The thought made her glance down toward the slender fingers of her right hand. In her mind's eye she replaced the small birthstone ring there with a huge, sparkling diamond. How garish, Steffie thought, rejecting the substitution. Evan would certainly have better taste than to weigh down her hand with some grotesque, multi-pronged appendage. Or would he?
He'd choose whichever ring he considered to be most proper. Steffie answered her own question and realized that she'd just telescoped the boy's entire personality into a single word. "Proper" was the perfect description of Evan. He was as correct as Old Boston. Unassailable as the American flag.
In a flash she conjured up his image across her mind. Evan Claire, Magnate in Training. Neat, salty-brown hair-Very Ivy League. Conservative dress and manner-Of course. Impeccable family lineage-Lots of money. Brilliant future in Daddy's corporation. Dull. Dull. Dull. And he was all hers.
Still, a girl would have to be crazy to toss away an opportunity like this one. At least that's what everybody had told her since the end of her freshman year when she'd first started wearing his fraternity pin.
"Stephanie?" The voice was loving, eager.
She arranged a smile across her features before turning in the direction from which the sound had come. She could have spotted him in a crowd a mile away, she knew. That brisk, 'on the way to an important conference' walk. Shoulders square, chin jutting aggressively forward. To the casual observer Evan came on like a lion but Steffie knew better. Much better, for she was the one who had been caged.
He stopped short in front of the bench, breathing heavily. Kind, hazel eyes drank in the sight of her appreciatively. For the slightest moment they lingered where the thin material of her white skirt caressed her form and hinted at the shapely treasure beneath its soft folds.
"You're early," she said, trying to sound pleased while her mind raced, searching for a way to get him alone. "I didn't expect you for another ten minutes."
"I couldn't wait to get here," he admitted candidly, and lowered himself into the space she'd made for him on the bench. "It isn't every day that a guy gets engaged, you know."
Steffie kept the same, pleasant smile plastered across her face despite the churning inside her. She couldn't come right out and proposition him, she knew-much as she would have loved to. If she offended Evan's sensibilities now it might mean the end of everything between them. She had to be the kind of girl he could display in the correct social circles with pride. It was one thing for a man to go tomcatting around on the other side of the tracks. A respectable woman wasn't allowed to be human.
"This is a big step for us, darling." Steffie forced small talk and tried to suppress the resentment growing within her. Suddenly, it all seemed so unfair. She knew that Evan and his fraternity brothers were buying their fun from the local tramps. Discreetly, for a few dollars, the boys got their rocks off, but good. Why did he have to run around with dirt when she was so close-and so available. Nobody would have to know what they did in private.
Evan smiled weakly and mopped his brow with a handkerchief. The harsh sunlight revealed tiny lines of strain at the corners of his eyes and around his mouth. Even his collar seemed unusually limp. "I suppose you're wondering if I've brought anything," he said, finally. The attempt at humor was obviously forced.
"It's crossed my mind," Steffie kidded, working to concentrate on their conversation.
The self-conscious smile blossomed into a wholehearted grin as Evan reached into the pocket of his sports jacket and withdrew a small, neatly-wrapped package. "I hope you like it."
A clammy dampness coated her palm as the box was placed lightly in her hand. Fighting for control, Steffie began to undo the paper, knowing that his eyes followed her every movement.
A three carat, marquise shaped stone glared defiantly from its plush blue velvet resting place. She forced a delighted sigh as her insides rolled over twice and sank weightily. "It's just beautiful," she exclaimed, exactly as she'd rehearsed the line a dozen times that morning.
"Did you pick this out all by yourself?"
"Absolutely." He beamed. 'The minute I laid eyes on it I knew this was the ring for you. Give me your hand and let me put it on."
She waited patiently while he fought to remove the tiny opal which she had worn since infancy. With a flourish he lifted the diamond out of the box and forced it up over her knuckle, where it sat like lead.
They both stared at the glistening prism in silence.
"Well-I guess we're engaged," Evan said, suddenly finding his voice. He slid one arm around behind her shoulders.
Steffie leaned in willingly for a passionate kiss which turned out to be only a light peck on the mouth. Surprise mingled with disappointment inside her. She'd frankly thought he would make an exception for an occasion like this one. She should have known better, she told herself as they resumed their former stiffer positions. "Never betray deep emotion in public," he'd lectured her a thousand times. The Cardinal Rule of Good Breeding.
"Did you get that phone call from your folks?" She broke a demoralizing silence which had lengthened uncomfortably between them.
"They'll be up on the nine-fifteen flight tonight," he answered quickly. "That'll give them plenty of time to get settled in the hotel before graduation exercises, tomorrow."
Steffie stiffened. Time had become her enemy. She'd half-hoped that her future in-laws wouldn't fly up to Boston until tomorrow. That would have given her the whole evening in which to be alone with Evan-To operate slowly, with finesse. Now she'd have to get right down to business.
"What do you think they'll say when you tell them about the ring?" Steffie asked, stalling for time as she considered the advisability of bringing him back to her room at the sorority house.
Evan stared blankly at her. "They'll say, 'congratulations,' of course. This isn't exactly a surprise, after all. They know we've been going together almost three years."
"Don't you think they'll want us to wait until I graduate before we get married?" She worked to keep the conversation going and realized that these words were probably the echoes of her own wishful thinking.
"I don't see why." Evan shrugged, apparently taking her question at face value. "Tomorrow, I'll have my degree. Next month I'll be working in the firm and earning my own living. The decisions are up to me now. I mean, up to us."
Steffie nodded resignedly and saw the last chance for reprieve disintegrate before her eyes. "I suppose an autumn wedding will be nice."
"-And that'll give us just enough time to go to Bermuda before you have to start college again, in the city," Evan announced with that same logical, methodical and incontestable reasoning which Steffie had come to know so well and detest intensely.
"Just about three more months," she thought aloud.
"That's plenty of time to plan a wedding. Your mother will be delighted with the job."
"Yes, I'm sure she will." She affected a bright tone,, determined to mask the depression that hovered about her like a cloud of gloom. Steffie felt as if she were being torn in two-As if her days were numbered. "You've thought of everything, haven't you?" she murmured wistfully.
"We've waited a long time for today." His voice was soft, disconcertingly tender. "I should hope you've given the matter a little thought, yourself."
Steffie looked up in time to catch the full impact of a pleading expression in his eyes. She knew he was waiting, like a puppy, for some sign of approval from her. A word. Any small gesture that would indicate she returned his love and assure him he had no cause to be frightened.
She could find no refuge from such devotion. "Of course I've thought about it, silly." She ran the tips of her fingers gently across his left cheek, honestly wishing to make the sadness in his expression go away. "What girl doesn't dream and look forward to the day when she'll get married? I'm no different from any other woman, Evan."
His mood seemed to hesitate, waver precariously and then soar with liberation up into total joy. "I thought you'd never say it." He chuckled with relief. "You almost had me believing that you weren't happy."
"I guess I'm just a little nervous." Steffie lowered her gaze demurely and warned herself to be more careful in the future. Evan had to be handled with kid gloves sometimes, like all sensitive children.
"Nothing to be nervous about, hon." He reached for her hand and squeezed it affectionately. "It's me, remember? Old Faithful."
She nodded but her eyes remained glued to the tips of her shoes. "I'll be okay, she assured them both."
"Of course you will," he said, suddenly brimming over with confidence. "Just wait until you see our engagement announcement in the papers. It's not that easy to make the Boston society column, you know."
Steffie avoided his gaze. A petulant annoyance was beginning to eat at her insides like acid. Evan's contented babbling was going to put her in a bitchy mood if she didn't act fast.
"What's the rush?" He looked up at her questioningly, as she rose abruptly and smoothed the pleats of her skirt.
"I've got a dozen things to do before your folks get here tonight." She tried to make her tone come out light and natural. "Give me a lift back to the sorority house, will you?"
"Of course." Evan got up and took her hand. In silence they strolled toward the exit, each wrapped in his own thoughts.
Out on the street the heat seemed more oppressive than before. Steffie allowed Evan to lead her across the intersection and down the block toward Ids shining blue sedan. She felt as if she'd just run the four-minute mile. Still, she knew the most difficult part of her little scheme remained ahead of her. It was one thing to lead Evan up to her room but quite another to make him forget his rigid upbringing, and think about his rigid cock for a change.
As the motor of his car came to life, Steffie leaned back in the seat to plan the details of her own seduction.
CHAPTER TWO
The living room of the sorority house was empty when they arrived. Just as she'd hoped. Steffie glanced across to the tarnished brass clock above the mantle and smiled. One-fifteen. They had plenty of time. On a warm afternoon like this none of the girls would appear before the supper hour.
"Sure is hot down here," she exclaimed, unclasping her hand from Evan's and exhaling loudly. "Why don't you come upstairs for a while. I'll turn on the fan."
She felt her entire body begin to pulsate as her thoughts raced, far ahead of her words. Already, she pictured herself and Evan wrapped, naked on the bed. She saw their bodies glistening with perspiration, muscles straining, nerves taught.
A giddy lightheadedness began to rise inside her skull at the notion of his massive, solid frame crushing her eager body into the mattress, possessing her, fucking her, thrilling her beyond her wildest dreams.
Evan smiled bashfully and shifted his weight from one leg to the other, as if he were nailed to the floor. "You know that's against house rules," he said softly, unwilling to meet Steffie's gaze. "The two of us could get into a hell of a lot of trouble if anybody caught me up in your room."
"Don't be a stick-in-the-mud," she kidded. "Nobody's home and the place will be deserted for hours."
Evan looked up and opened his mouth as if he were about to protest.
"We're both leaving school tomorrow, anyhow," Steffie went on, hurriedly, before he had a chance to offer resistance. "Nobody can really do anything to us. And besides-" she dropped her voice to an intimate, melodious tone, "we are engaged now." She glanced up at him, beseechingly and saw that Evan was, at least temporarily indecisive. Seizing her opportunity, Steffie reached for his hand and led him toward the hallway.
She would like to have taken the thickly-carpeted stairs two-at-a-time but she pretended to be casual. She dared not look at him for fear that he might see her true emotions mirrored in her eyes. The sensation of his hand clasped firmly in hers, as they climbed toward the second story landing, seemed to be her only tangible contact with the earth. Her mind and her body were flying somewhere, up near the clouds. Hung in suspended animation. Anticipating breathlessly the miracle which might be waiting now, just around the corner.
The click of the door lock seemed to set them apart from the rest of the world. Steffie felt her lower Up begin to tremble. She wondered if she dared trust her own voice. "Aren't you going to kiss your fianc'," she managed, her tone seductive, noticeably huskier than normal.
Evan moved toward her woodenly. His stiff spine and rigid movements bore evidence to the fact that he was acting out of character. "Are you sure nobody's going to walk in on us?" The voice was almost that of a frightened child.
"Positive." Steffie closed the distance between them and melted willingly, happily into his embrace. Her head spun as she felt her breasts pressed tight up against his body. She parted her lips before the kiss and took his tongue deep into her mouth, savoring every delicious moment of intensifying arousal, spiraling up through her body. Through their clothing she felt the muscle beneath his pants tense and tremble with excitement.
Soaking fingers pressed down along the ridge of her spine and clasped tentatively over the swell of her hips. Steffie closed her eyes as she felt her heels leave the floor. Reflexively, she undulated her belly against his, eager to coax him past the point of no return, desperate to ensnare him in a web from which he would never want to depart. She mustn't let him get away this time, she reminded herself. She must arrange things so that he'd be content to remain, forever.
She brushed her fingernails through the short hairs at the nape of his neck and felt his shiver. Sighing, she slipped her hand beneath his collar.
"Hey, we'd better take it easy," Evan whispered hoarsely. He slipped his mouth down onto the silken smoothness of her neck and covered the soft flesh there with quick, moist kisses.
"It's all right, darling. We're alone."
Standing on tiptoe, Steffie slid her hands down behind his shoulders and pressed her fingertips into the hardness of his back. She could hardly wait for him to take her clothes off. To move free from the insufferable confinement of underwear that adhered abrasively to her sensitive cunt flesh.
"Steffie, we shouldn't, really..." His shudder seemed to pass through both their bodies as silent fingers stole up the sides of her dress and sought the softness of her breasts.
"Please don't worry." Steffie swayed against him and allowed her thighs to press full-length against his. Her self-control was practically gone. If he didn't carry her to that bed soon, she felt certain, she would drag him onto that mattress herself.
"We'd better stop, I mean it," Evan whispered dryly, as his lips darted across her cheeks, her eyes, and then back to the ripe fullness of her pink lips. His fingers tightened around her breasts. His thumbs rubbed slowly, rhythmically back and forth over the hardening nipples.
Steffie thought she was going to go out of her mind. Wherever he touched her the flesh seemed to catch fire. She felt weak with need, yet stronger and more vital than ever. She writhed with delight as Evan's legs and thighs rubbed harder against her own and his fingers darted over her clothing.
Sighing happily, she welcomed the pressure of his touch. The tips of her breasts throbbed with excitement beneath the insistent, playful toying of his hands. She locked her fingers behind his neck, pulled his face down toward hers and kissed him again. Fully, wetly on the mouth.
What was wrong with him, she asked herself again, an edge of desperation creeping into her mood. Why were they still standing there? Why hadn't he reached for the buttons on her blouse? Why hadn't he taken her over to that bed. It was so close to them, waiting, available.
The answer was like a bucket of ice water from out of nowhere. Strong fingers gripped her just above the elbows and forced Steffie an arm's length away from him.
"That's enough," Evan announced as if he were a third party talking to both of them. "Any more of this and we'll be sorry."
Steffie gaped at him through wide, watery eyes. "Don't you want me, Evan?" she croaked, her words barely audible.
The world seemed to be spinning crazily. Crashing in on her. Pounding away at her skull. The pain of her disappointment was excruciating. She wished she could faint, die, anything just so as to stop feeling the terrible emptiness and futility dragging at her soul.
"Of course I want you. That's not the point." Evan straightened his shirt collar, obviously determined to compose himself. "If we lose our heads now we'll only regret it later. It's best this way, Stephanie. Believe me."
She wanted to claw out his eyes. To destroy him with her bare hands. And at the same time she wanted to beg him to come back to her, to cross that tiny space that separated them and set her upside-down world straight again.
She stood mute, unable to find any words with which to communicate. Fighting, with every last bit of self-control to keep herself from screaming at the top of her lungs.
"We have obligations," Evan continued, patting his forehead with a handkerchief. "We have to think of our families. Our position. Our future. I want this marriage to be perfect, honey," his tone softened slightly, guiltily. "Let's not start out being ashamed of ourselves. We can wait. Can't we?" He reached out and touched her shoulder gently.
"Of course we can. You're right."
It was only her pride, she knew, that let her speak this way. Evenly. Coolly. The poised young lady, once again. He could never guess how much she despised him and the boring, stuffy generations from which he'd descended.
"Three months isn't such a long time," she went on, phony as hell. "The waiting will probably make it nicer."
"That's my girl." Evan winked and smiled, it seemed, with relief. He lit a pair of cigarettes and handed one across to her. "Are you going to come to the airport with me to meet my parents' plane?"
"If you like."
"I'll pick you up at eight."
"That'll be fine." She watched gratefully as he stared toward the door. Evan paused on the threshold and turned back to her. "You okay?" he asked, timidly.
"Of course I am. Why shouldn't I be?" Steffie smiled benignly. If that bastard thought she couldn't do without him, he was out of his mind. She'd never give him the satisfaction of knowing how deeply he had upset her.
"Okay, then, I'll see you at eight."
"At eight," she repeated, without moving from her spot in the middle of the room.
It felt like hours before she heard his footsteps reach the bottom of the staircase and cross the hallway. The sound of the front door closing seemed to snap her out of her frozen position and back to wild, frantic life.
She locked the door to her room and began to strip. As if possessed by invisible demons she tossed her clothing in the air and allowed each piece to he where it fell.
It was a different Stephanie Martin now, who slid hurriedly out of her panties and yanked at the clasps of a thin brassier. Gone was the bland, innocent countenance of the young virgin. Wild, bright blue eyes flashed with excitement in the semi-darkness of the musty bedroom. Her nostrils flared and she gulped in mouthfuls of air to cool her burning lungs.
Then, at last, she was alone with that other self she'd kept so well-hidden from Evan. No longer was there a need for modesty or pretense. To hell with being a lady.
She whirled to confront the full-length mirror on the wall. A long, slow smile of satisfaction greeted the sight of her own brazen nakedness. Staring hard at the reflection, she ran her tongue slowly across her full, quivering lips until her mouth glistened.
"Evan Claire must be crazy," she said out loud with assurance.
Her gaze traveled up the shapely columns of her long legs, around the soft curve of her hips to the indentation of a tiny waistline. Yesterday's ing'nue was gone, Steffie observed in silent approval. The image before her was that of a woman. Ripe and ready for a cock, she knew.
If not one, then certainly another.
Impulsively, she flattened her palms against the smooth, pliant softness of her belly. Little shivers of delight scampered across her flesh as she slid her hands up slowly, maddeningly toward her breasts. Cupping the fullness there with trembling fingers, she closed her eyes and allowed thrilling rivulets of arousal to course through her pussy. To carry her from problems and concerns to a state of suspended animation where only physical pleasure existed and nothing else seemed to matter.
A sudden trembling in her knees impelled her backward across the room. She collided with the edge of the mattress and fell soundlessly onto the bed, her mouth frozen in a wry, twisted smile. The blood in her veins felt red-hot, her skin, iced with dampness. Moaning softly, she caressed the secret nubbin of her clit. That area seemed to vibrate now, with the need for a more intimate contact. The flesh that yearned for fulfillment. Yearned for a good stiff cock.
The breath stuck, dry in her throat. Steffie drew her knees upward and rolled naked on the bed. She felt the irresistible demands of her cunt forcing away her free will. Shaking fingers ached with the desire to satisfy. The tension in her thighs threatened to stretch the tendons there, almost to the breaking point.
She threw her head back and thrashed violently on the bed. Skilled and experienced hands traversed her body kneading soft vaginal flesh. Caressing intimately, insistently, doing all those things that Evan should have done. Taking all the liberties she would have gladly allowed him.
But this time her mood was different. A she dug her heels into the bed and arced gasping, breathless toward her goal, it wasn't Evan's face that she visualized. Instead, she conjured up the face of another man. One she didn't know. One she'd yet to meet.
She saw him dark, handsome, his features twisted with passion. His eyes devouring her. His body claiming hers for its prize.
Steffie collapsed on the mattress, spent and exhausted. The familiar aftermath of disappointment flooded over her. Solitary relief was only second best, she knew. Merely a compromise. Only a man could satisfy her, completely. Only a man's cock could bring peace to her feverish cunt.
And she'd be damned if she was going to wait another three months!
CHAPTER THREE
Steffie shifted the sports car into fourth gear and sped onto the thru way. The afternoon sun was blinding and her head pounded mercilessly. The combination of not enough sleep and Mister and Mrs. Claire's incessant chatter had made the morning seem interminable. Graduation exercises had been a drag; the celebration breakfast afterward, with Evan and his parents was even worse. Now, finally, she was hurrying away from them. Away from pretense. Away from the farce of social amenities. Soon, she consoled herself she would find sanctuary in the privacy of her own bedroom. At last, the nightmare of maintaining appearances was coming to an end. She was going home. Home where she could be herself, where there was no need to please anyone except herself. For an instant she wondered about it all. About these fantasies that she had been allowing herself. She wondered what she would do with them if she were free enough. She felt a small flutter in her breasts as she thought about her secret world. And wondered if she would ever meet someone who was going to be able to dominate her. The man of her dreams. But still it didn't matter, this way everyone was happy.
She led two lives, but they would never get in the way of each other never hurt the other one, because one of them existed only in her head.
But yet, she wondered which of the two worlds was the real one. That was a subject that Steffie didn't allow herself to think about very often. A problem that she wasn't ready to deal with. She didn't see any way out. On one hand she was a perfect lady in every meaning of the word on the other hand, she was anxious to be a slut, a whore that was dominated by big, men, with whips and chains.
For a second she wondered if she would really enjoy it, if it were real, or if in fact, she enjoyed it because it wasn't.
Whatever the reason, she decided, she was going to enjoy it.
Steffie grabbed the wheel a little tighter and felt the warm tingling sensation between her legs as she thought of herself tied helplessly while her large hooded lover made her pay for her sins. Her terrible, terrible sins.
"You dirty slut," he'd spit at her. "You filthy cunt, you deserve to be beaten for answering me in the tone you did.
He'd grab her arm and pull her to his sack. A rack that he had made just for her.
It was a large cross that formed an X. First he'd put her legs in the straps that he had made for her then, he'd hoist her up, all the way until she was hanging upside down from his torture rack.
Reaching under the cross of the X from the bottom, he would pull her body up from underneath and slip her arms into a cross bar. Then when he had her there he would pull the ropes tighter until she was stretched out with her tits hanging down the wood of the X.
"That's not enough for you, you cunt pig," he sneered and then tied my tit with the same binding rope that was covering my body. Oh, it was heaven, really heaven, I loved the pain and torture that this man put me through the terrible things that he said ... that he did.
Steffie found that her fingers had gone to her cunt, she felt so moist and warm there that she wanted to shove her fingers into it, but that would wait, now she had to drive.
A savage heat from the sky baked into her bare arms and legs. The material of her tight bermuda shorts cut across her thighs and dug into her flesh, reminding her of other sensations, desires that she knew she'd best forget. At least while she was driving.
Steffie shifted her position in the pasty leather seat and reached across into the glove compartment. She'd forgotten to take her sunglasses. It was a wonder that she'd remembered to pack anything at all, she told herself irritably, thinking back to the chaos out of which she'd just fled.
The anger which had been festering just beneath the surface of her mood flared again. She stepped down hard on the gas pedal and passed the car in front of her with ease.
"That self-righteous bastard," she thought, remembering Evan's condescending manner yesterday, in her bedroom. She didn't need three guesses to figure out where he'd gone after he'd left her. Two dollars was all it took, probably, to solve his problems. It wouldn't occur to him to think about her ... to realize that he'd left her handing painfully in limbo, with no real avenue of escape. As long as he could get his kicks, what did it matter how she felt.
Well, she'd fix him, Steffie swore to herself for the hundredth time. She'd show that egomaniac that she wasn't at his mercy, and now, she had the whole summer to do it in.
The piercing wail of a siren imposed itself in the midst of her thoughts of revenge. Steffie glanced down at the speedometer. She was doing eighty. A brief look in the rear-view mirror confirmed her fear. The blue and white car with the flashing red roof light was right on her tail.
She slowed down and steered off the highway onto a patch of scrubby, parched grass. There, she stopped and sat motionless behind the wheel, waiting for the worst, fighting for calm.
"What's the matter, lady ... Don't you know how to count?" The cruelness in his eyes and cynicism in his tone seemed strangely out of place on the young, curly headed policeman.
Steffie shuddered and kept her eyes downcast. The sound of heavy boots crunching over the dry earth grew louder as he stepped up to her door. She grasped the edges of her seat with trembling fingers and waited for the tirade to continue.
An unexpected silence surprised her. She glanced up at the man who towered above her and caught him staring at her exposed legs. Despite her apprehension, the sight of his handsome face registered like little bubbles over her flesh. "Damn that Evan," she muttered inwardly. That boy had frustrated her to the point where it seemed now, that she had hot pants for every man that came along. This madness had to stop soon. She had to get herself straightened out.
Embarrassment rose along the policeman's neck and darkened his cheeks. "Let me have your license and registration," he ordered but his tone was markedly softer. He knew he'd been caught peeking.
A sudden surge of awareness flooded her with confidence. Steffie rolled half onto her right hip and stretched her arms toward the boot of her convertible for her pocketbook. She felt the material of her thin blouse strained tight across her breasts. The bermuda shorts clung to her hips and buttocks like a second skin, revealing the voluptuous curves that lay beneath. She didn't have to look to know that the officer was taking in the sight of this. She purposely took her time finding the papers.
"Here you are, officer." Steffie handed the documents across and flashed a helpless, little girl smile. She also made it her business to take a deep breath, filling her blouse to capacity. "I honestly didn't realize that I was speeding."
The policeman cleared his throat, pushed his hat back from his forehead and made an elaborate pretense of reading the papers in detail. It was obviously difficult for him to keep his mind on his work.
"I see this is your first offence," he said haltingly, when he'd glanced at the back of her license.
"Yes, it is," she answered, injecting a note of sadness into her tone. "I've never gotten a ticket, before."
"You're not from around here, are you," he asked, leaning over the edge of the car door, his face very close to hers.
"No. I'm on my way down to the city," she answered. The odor of after-shave lotion filled her nostrils, exciting her and giving rise to daring, forbidden thoughts.
Not with a cop, Steffie told herself angrily. That meant there'd be other men. Soon. This was too risky.
"I'm expected home in about an hour," she added quickly, suddenly concerned that he might have read her thoughts or shared them.
He paused reluctantly and took another quick look at her legs. "Well, just take it easy, will you?" He handed the papers back to her, shaking his head sadly. "Sure hate to see a pretty thing like you wrapped around a tree."
"Yes, I certainly will, sir." Steffie favored him with another smile and started the motor up again. Too bad they hadn't met under other circumstances, she thought, as she steered back toward the road.
A mixture of power and satisfaction traveled along with her as she resumed her trip toward the city. Evan certainly wasn't the only man in the world, Steffie assured herself smugly, picturing the way that policeman's gaze had bored into her bare flesh. The world was full of young guys who would want to fuck her. Men who knew how to show a girl a good time. Men who could give her exactly what she craved ... The experience that was so sorely missing from her life. That of being fucked.
The road to Fleet's Harbor wound its way beneath leafy arches of ancient oaks and curved around the edges of rolling, wooded estates. Steffie steered nonchalantly through the hairpin turns. She knew this road like the back of her hand.
Familiar houses and gateposts lent an illusion of safety and impregnability. The road to home was a private one where nobody could get to her without an invitation.
Everything looked exactly the way she remembered it. The semicircular gravel driveway leading up to the front door. The graceful mimosa tree in the center of the lush, blue-green lawn. The profusion of rhododendron rising as high as the terrace railing.
Steffie pulled into the garage and parked between her mother's station wagon and her father's gleaming, long sedan. It was a great relief to be back.
She unstrapped her valise from the luggage rack and started along the path toward the front of the house. The three-story white, colonial building gleamed despite the violet rays of twilight hovering about. "Steady as the Rock of Gibraltar," she thought, noticing the freshly-painted black shutters and sparkling clean window panes. It was comforting to know that some things never changed.
Then she spotted them on the front porch ... poised and waiting to pounce.
"Steffie, darling, you're home!" Mrs. Martin squeaked loudly. She hurried down the stairs, chubby arms spread wide in welcome.
Steffie's spine stiffened and she gritted her teeth while trying to endure her mother's wet kisses and effusive babbling.
"Baby ... " Her father followed close behind, smiling moistly. "We were beginning to think you'd never get here." He stood, waiting patiently for his turn to peck her on the cheek.
"Welcome home, Miss Steffie." Hannah hurried down the stairs, her white uniform sagging loosely around the mounds and mounds of jiggling flesh. The housekeeper took the suitcase out of Steffie's hand and clucked loudly. "Things are sure gonna liven up around here, I can see," she said, glancing poignantly from Steffie's tight shorts to her clinging blouse. "And don't I remember when I was still pushing you around in your pram!"
Steffie allowed herself to be swept along in their tide of enthusiasm. With everybody talking at once, the group moved up the stairs, through the entrance foyer and into a huge, richly-furnished living room.
"You must be exhausted from that long ride." Mrs. Martin touched her fingers to the rows of blue-gray ringlets framing her face. "How about some nice, cold iced tea?"
"I'd prefer a gin and tonic, if you don't mind." Steffie glanced around the room, hoping to absorb some assurance from old, familiar objects. She felt suddenly like a stranger in her own home. And in that one, terrible moment she realized that there'd be no returning to the safety of her childhood. The time for innocence had passed.
"Do you hear that, mama? Steffie's too big for iced tea." Doctor Martin winked at his wife. "Our little girl's all grown up."
"I declare, I've never seen such a family!" Hannah announced, rolling her big, black eyes toward the ceiling. "Are you gonna show us that ring, child? Or are we gonna have to sweat it out for another hour?"
"Oh, Hannah ... Shame on you." Mrs. Martin flushed with embarrassment.
"What do you mean, 'shame'? " Hannah placed her hands on her hips in an exaggerated imitation of annoyance. "Haven't we all been just dying to see it ever since her phone call, last night? Steffie extended her hand dutifully and tried in vain to derive some vicarious pleasure from their gasps and giggles of delight. With a growing sense of depression she realized that these people too, were superficial. Brittle as mainline Bostonians. Nobody understood her.
"I told you that Evan would be a good catch," Mrs. Martin chirped. "That's four carats if it's a point," she announced with authority and lifted Steffie's hand up closer for inspection.
"Three," Steffie corrected her, acidly.
"Three carats, four carats," Hannah interrupted in a sing-song tone. "Makes no difference when you get up into those high-class stones. I'd be tickled to death if some young buck just gave me..."
"Hannah," Doctor Martin interrupted nervously, "Will you fix a gin and tonic for Stephanie, please?" He paused and turned toward his wife. "What would you like, dear?" She lowered herself slowly into a green velvet wing chair and smoothed the linen skirt around her knees. "After all, this is a celebration, I think I'll have some nice sherry," she said smiling contentedly at her daughter.
Steffie felt her insides ripple uncomfortably as a feeling of alienation grew, like a cancer within her. She had wanted to run to these people for help. To beg them to pry her loose from the mess she was in. They'd never understand, she realized miserably. To them, Evan Claire and his diamond ring were heaven's blessing.
"Speaking of celebrations," Doctor Martin picked up where his wife had left off. "I have a surprise for you, Steffie. You're mother's invited the family over for dinner tonight, to announce the good news."
"As if everybody doesn't know, already,"
Hannah called back over her shoulder as she shuffled out of the room. "That poor phone's had its head dialed off all morning."
"Oh hush, Hannah." Mrs. Martin reached into the pocket of her blouse and extracted a small appliqu'd handkerchief. "We're all very happy for you, Stephanie," she said, dabbing at her eyes. "Evan's truly going to be like a son to us."
"To thing our little girl's getting married," Doctor Martin reflected, wistfully, and reached into his jacket pocket for his favorite pipe.
"You must be very excited." Mrs. Martin leaned forward in her chair toward her daughter. "I remember how it felt when your father and I got engaged."
"Yes ... I can't wait." Steffie slid down further into a Queen Ann chair. She felt like a trap was closing around her. The whole world seemed to be the enemy's camp. In her mind she began to calculate the hours remaining until dinner and the social amenities were over so that she could make a graceful exit. The tension that had been gathering momentum was quickly rising toward the bursting point inside her skull.
She knew that if she didn't get out soon and have herself a little fun, there was going to be an explosion the-likes of which this ultra-respectable family had never seen.
CHAPTER FOUR
It had been the most grueling dinner party she'd ever attended. In the time it took to get from shrimp cocktail to dessert the family had planned her whole life, tied her future up in a neat little package and tucked Steffie away in a corner.
The heck with them. She wasn't dead yet.
She kicked off her satin shoes with a vengeance, tossed her cocktail dress over the back of the desk chair and yanked off her stockings. The sound of insipid conversation and effusive congratulations still rang painfully in her ears. Her aching fingers felt as though they'd been squeezed hopelessly out of shape. Aunts and uncles had gawked at the ring as if she were wearing the Hope Diamond. Cousins Marge and Eleanor fairly drooled with envy.
"If they only knew," Steffie thought, curling her lip in disgust as she glared at the gleaming stone. With one, decisive movement she pulled off the ring and dropped it into her night table drawer. Later, for this crap about settling down, she decided. She had too much living to do, first.
It felt as if she'd suddenly let herself out of a prison sentence. A fresh, sweet smell as she was dressed only in her underwear. But now, she was alone again. How she longed to be alone these days. The pressure her family was putting on her was unreal, she felt like she was going to crack sometimes but she always had Eion, her masked lover. The man who was so good to her, but yet at the same time so strong with her and hard on her flesh.
There was nothing, or no one who could have anything to say about what she did with him. That was all hers, not to be shared with her family, or her future husband.
Eion was her very own. She reached down and stroked her cunt so that she could feel the sweet touch of her lover in her minds eye. There he was, so big and brave in her head. He was always there, always ready to take care of her, to give her what she wanted, what she needed. There was none of this polite garbage with Eion, he knew how a woman liked to be treated and he treated her that way.
Tonight, he used the block. A concrete block that he had made especially for a whipping block. She never minded the beatings, because she knew that after Eion had had his way with her flesh that he would take her in his arms and fuck her beautiful body. He would shove his big cock up her cunt and tell her what a worthless slut she was. That would take all the pressure off of her. That would make certain that she didn't have anything to live up to. She could just be his woman for those few hours that they were together.
Her arms were strapped with leather to the sides of the block. He also had a leather belt around her waist that held her to the block. Then, she heard the whip fly through the air. In an instant it landed on her bare skin. Over and over he lifted and brought the whip down onto her body. First it hurt more than she knew how to handle. But then, she heard his voice.
"Fucking no good slut," he grumbled. "Take that fucking whip and love it bitch. No fucking good cunt."
With that the whip flared again and again. Over and over it came down onto my sore body until I wanted to scream. But she didn't she couldn't, she realized that it was just another fantasy, just another fucking fantasy. But, she promised herself, someday, she'd break away and make it happen.
But now, she would think about other things. She saw the trees out the window of her bedroom. Steffie moved to the open window and leaned against the molding unconcerned that she was dressed only in her underwear.
The night was crystal clear and friendly. In the distance she could see the lights from the road shimmering on the water. The crickets were in full voice and an icy, yellow moon hung suspended in the middle of a cloudless sky. The whole world lay before her, waiting.
She had to get away.
Steffie ransacked her drawers until she came up with a pair of tangerine colored slacks and a matching sleeveless jersey. The fit her tightly. Evan wouldn't approve. That was just fine.
She hurried across her room and searched through her closet until she'd found the old, favorite tennis sneakers, buried in a corner. She was beginning to feel better already. Boredom and responsibilities could wait. Now, it was time for fun and games.
The road winding along the perimeter of the bay was deserted. Steffie cruised along at a moderate speed, enjoying the sensation of a cool breeze whipping through her hair and the knowledge that she was still at least temporarily, free and alone. A newscaster on the radio told her it was just a little past midnight. Back at the house, she figured the family must be thinking up names for her grandchildren by now. Let them, she thought bitterly. Nothing was going to keep this girl under wraps. Not as long as she knew where the action was.
She took a sharp right turn and headed down the old beach road. A sixth sense of impending adventure buoyed up her spirits, and made her flesh tingle with anticipation. She'd been tied down much too long. For as long as she'd worn Evan's pin she'd dutifully avoided going to those places where she might meet unattached people. No more, Steffie told herself as the little car bumped along the sandy path. Summer was here, and that was the time to pull out all the stops.
The parking lot was filled with cars. Gleaming new convertibles and old, remodeled rattletraps bespoke the presence of young blood. Steffie pulled into an empty space and killed the motor. They would be out on the dunes, she knew, sitting around campfires, drinking beer. Or huddled together in intimate closeness underneath light blankets. This is where she belonged. This is where the fun was.
"Hi, doll. Those are nice wheels you've got there."
Steffie felt a smirk spreading across her face. "See how simple it can be?" She told herself. Then she changed her expression and turned around slowly.
The boy was leaning against the back fender of a red Jeep convertible. Black hair tumbled loosely over his forehead. Shadows masked his face.
"You new around here?" He called across the distance between them.
"Yes," she lied, reaching into her pocket for a cigarette. She didn't want to tell him that she'd been out of circulation. Or for how long.
He started toward her and his face came into full view. Dark eyes and a square jaw. An arrogant mouth that seemed to turn up at the corners as if he were chuckling to himself over a private joke.
"My name's Sal," he said, whipping out a windproof lighter and bring it to life at the tip of Steffie's cigarette.
"Mine's Steffie," she said, and inhaled deeply. His tight fitting jeans and studded leather boots told her that he didn't come from Fleet's Harbor. Steffie had heard about the wild doings on the other side of the bay but she'd never been part of them. Suddenly, she didn't know whether to be frightened or elated.
The sound of laughter muted by the vast open space reached them. Steffie glanced longingly toward the beach. She desperately wanted to share the happiness of carefree young people, out for just a good time.
"Most of the kids are down near the water. Would you like to join the party?" Sal seemed to have read her thoughts.
Steffie nodded eagerly and stepped out of the car. She saw his eyes taking hungry inventory of her body just before he slid his arm around her shoulders. He was coarse, Steffie knew, but she didn't much care. The important thing was that she was going to meet new people. Tonight she was really going to have fun, she told herself. At least, for a while she wouldn't have to worry about what was "proper."
They'd built a small fire in the middle of the sand. A radio played rock and roll music. Dancing couples, locked in each other's arms blended into single shadows that swayed slowly in time to the music. A few people preferred the comfort of the blankets on which they lay, absorbed in their passionate necking.
"Group, we have a new member," Sail announced, as he led Steffie by the hand up close to the fire.
Nobody on the blankets paid any attention. One or two people called out an unenthusiastic hello without breaking the tempo of the dance.
"Everybody's busy, I guess," Sal shrugged. "You want to dance?"
Steffie nodded dully and moved into his waiting arms. She felt lost among these people and terribly out of place. Yet, the anonymity was a relief in itself. Nobody here was watching her. There were no judges. She was glad that she could do exactly as she pleased-but she knew she didn't want to do it with Sal.
The song was a slow one and their hips undulated intimately close. Steffie didn't object as Sal's hand began to rub in slow circles down near the base of her spine. He may not have been her idea of perfection but at least he was different from anybody else she'd known. That, at least, was positive.
"Say, you've got to come around here often," he whispered moistly in her ear and pulled her closer.
She didn't answer. All she was aware of was the muscular hardness of his body pressed brutally close against her own soft flesh. And somewhere deep inside her a little voice seemed to be saying that she'd made a mistake. A big one.
"What's wrong, baby, don't you know how to talk?"
"I'm sorry ... really," Steffie faltered, not knowing what to say. How do you make conversation with this type, she wondered. Her lack of experience was a definite handicap.
"Okay, so you want to be the quiet type," He laughed softly and kissed her neck. "Whatever you want is okay with me. You're a good-looking number, you know that?"
She was glad for the darkness. Steffie felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. The stern expression on Evan's face, were he there to see this, crossed her mind. Defiantly, she wrapped her arms a little tighter around Sal's neck.
"Hey, you're okay." Sal whispered. He led her into a slow turn during which he took advantage of the friction and closeness of their bodies to rub his cock possessively against her leg. "Maybe you and I could get a little thing going, this summer, huh?"
A sudden burst of conversation in the area saved Steffie the need to answer.
"Okay, everybody. Here's the beer." A deep, resonant male voice called out over the other sounds in the vicinity.
Sal stopped dancing. Steffie looked around to discover that everybody else had done the same thing. The people on the blankets were sitting up, brushing sand from their hair and clothing.
"It's Chuck," Sal said to Steffie. "He drove into town to pick up a couple of six-packs for us."
Steffie looked over across the fire just in time to see a tall young man step into the light. She was only vaguely aware of Sal taking her hand and leading her in the direction of the newcomer.
A rush of desire galloped chaotically over her flesh. Steffie knew she was staring but she couldn't help herself. He was easily the best looking guy she'd ever seen.
The girls flocked to him like hens to seed. Steffie watched in fascinated silence as the darkly-tanned boy put his left hand on the shoulder of a redhead and his right arm around the waist of a brunette. He accepted female adoration without the slightest hint of self-consciousness. As if it were due him because of his handsome face.
"How about a beer?" Sal asked, placing his hand possessively on Steffie's hip.
"All right," she said, softly. She tried hard to organize her thoughts. This was foolish, crazy, she told herself. Still, she couldn't help thinking what it would be like to have this boy all to herself, to feel Chuck's strong arms wrapped around her body.
He looked up and their eyes met. Steffie felt a current of arousal charge through her cunt.
"Chuck, this is Steffie," Sal said, dutifully. "She's new here."
Chuck looked her up and down, slowly, and smiled. "That's quite a find, kid," he said to Sal. "If I were you I'd keep her around.
Sal snickered.
Steffie cringed inwardly with embarrassment. "You're not so bad, yourself," she forced her tone to come out cool and poised. Using every bit of strength within her she kept her gaze level with Chuck's. She wasn't going to back down an inch or crumble before him, if it killed her, she vowed. These first few introductory moments were critical, she knew, because Chuck was the one she wanted.
And what Stephanie Martin wanted this time, she sure as hell intended to have.
CHAPTER FIVE
They stared at each other hard and long, like alley cats sizing up their opponents before the fight. Steffie felt an electric current pulsate through her body. The proximity of his rugged handsomeness seemed to drain the strength out of her limbs and fray the edges of her self-control.
She noted the thickness of his midsection and could easily imagine the muscles there, rippling beneath the soft caress of her fingertips. Every fibre of her being seemed to lean in his direction with yearning. In all her life she had never wanted a man so badly.
In his huge black eyes, the reflection from the campfire flames dances, orange-blue. Steffie saw the glint of a challenge there, flashing arrogantly, aimed in her direction. He was daring her, she knew, but she was ready. More than ready, to meet him on any level he chose and perhaps even show him a few surprises that he hadn't counted on.
Or maybe he would show her a few. She wondered if this might be the one that she had been waiting for. If it might happen to her now, with this man. Oh no, she thought to herself. That couldn't be. Maybe at last she had found a man. A man that would do things to her that no other man had ever done. No other man except Eion. Maybe, just maybe her dream would come true so that she didn't need to dream about her beautiful man anymore. Maybe she could tell him, maybe he would understand.
No, she thought better of it. That wouldn't do. She couldn't ever tell anyone. They would think that she was sick and crazy. They would tell her that she should be put away for being so very sick. But she didn't feel sick, for wanting someone that was strong and big, someone that was going to take care of her and protect her from the world. But most of all someone that was strong enough to let her be free enough to be herself.
She looked over at the man again and wondered if he would like to have her tied, helpless. Have her tied on one of Eion's racks. His beautiful racks that would hold her so helpless so that this man could have his way with her. He could do anything he wanted.
She wondered what would happen if she came right out and asked him if he wanted to go to be with her. If he wanted to beat her and take her in a savage way. Wondered what he would say. No! she couldn't do it. They would never talk to her again.
But it would be so nice to have him take her and tie her hands behind her back put her in one of the neck restraints that was so good, then, he could .climb up on the platform and take her in the mouth. Oh, it would be so good. So very good.
Steffe felt herself getting wet in her panties and wanted to run to him and beg him to help her get rid of these feelings. She wanted to be normal. She didn't know what to do about getting help. She'd thought about going to a doctor, but that would never do. What if her parents found out. Then what would she do. They would disown her.
But the rack was so good. There was nothing that she would have to worry about except having a good time. She was willing to do anything for that. She was willing to take all the pain that he could give out. All the pain that her body would take. I would do anything that he wanted, she thought to herself. She wanted that meat. She wanted that beautiful heavy cock in her. She wanted to be loved. Steffie wanted to feel like a woman. Evan was so prim and proper. Everything had to be the right way. There was no room for fun, sexual fun, in his life right now. They had to be married, they had to have that small piece of paper. The license would make it all legal. Eion was different. He enjoyed sex. He would enjoy pleasing Steffie, with or without a license. That wasn't important. What was important was that they would be happy, they would fulfill one another's needs. They would fuck and suck all day, they would enjoy life.
Steffie could see herself naked being tortured. She felt she would enjoy this type of sexual pleasure. She envisioned herself being strapped to a wooden frame. She wanted her nipples tied and she wanted Eion in her ass. She wanted to scream with delight.
"How about those beers?" Sal's voice interrupted the current of emotion flowing between them, and jolted everybody back to action.
"Ladies first, kid," Chuck said, sarcastically. "Don't you have any manners?" He bypassed Sal's outstretched hand and placed the cold beer can against Steffie's palm.
The icy sensation of the metal sent shock waves through her heated flesh. Steffie averted her gaze from Chuck's and grinned self-consciously as awareness descended.
All right, she told herself, he had rattled her. He'd won this first round of nerves. But she would have at least a second chance. No doubt about it.
It was with great reluctance that she allowed Sal to take her hand and lead her away from the campfire, back into the darkness. She wanted, in the worst way, to turn around and see if Chuck was still watching her. She was dying to flash a come-hither smile in his direction. To give him some tangible high-sign that she was willing and available for his attentions.
All in good time, she consoled herself. The night was still young.
She swung her hips loosely as she walked across the sand and hoped that Chuck's gaze was taking it all in. Disquieting tremors of excitement played along her flesh. She wished she knew exactly what it would take to entice Chuck over in her direction. Quickly.
If only he would step up and take her away from Sal. She would go off with him in a minute, she knew. Anyplace. For any purpose. He was the kind of man she needed. Just the person to end the monotonous drone of her previous existence. No doubt, she could add a few kicks to his life, as well.
And yet, Steffie couldn't help but worry that with all those other girls throwing themselves at him, Chuck must have already forgotten about her.
"I've got my blanket over here," Sal announced, as he straightened the corners of a shadowy rectangle on the sand with his foot.
Steffie sank to her knees, still clutching the can of beer Chuck had given her. The metal was icy-cold to her touch. She lifted it to her lips quickly, eager for the after-glow. Perhaps the beer would give her the courage she lacked, she thought, hopefully. Maybe with a few drinks inside her she might work up the nerve to attract Chuck's attention back to her, And hold it.
Sal lay down on the blanket and inched up close to her. "Having a good time, huh?"
"Yes. This is very nice," Steffie answered, absently. Her thoughts were still back at the campfire. She wished Sal would disappear. Evaporate into thin air. Anything, that would leave her free to operate.
Happily ignorant of Steffie's thoughts, Sal slipped his hand up onto her knee. "We can have lots of good times, you and me," he said squeezing her leg. "How about it?"
Steffie resisted the impulse to swat his hand away as if it were a bothersome insect. She glanced furtively toward the fire and tried to distinguish one person's shadow from another, in the darkness. It wasn't possible.
If only she had the kind of brashness it took to get up on her feet and walk back over there, she wished. If only she were the type of girl, callous and brave enough to go out and hunt down the man she wanted.
But she wasn't versed in that kind of jungle warfare, Steffie knew. At least, not yet. It would take practice, she realized, to learn how to compete with those bleached tramps who were falling all over him. She would have to observe carefully.
Sal's face suddenly blocked her vision. "Come on, baby ... what do you say we have a little fun, tonight?" He smiled wickedly.
Steffie took a huge gulp of the beer. Tonight, she knew she was going to need all the help she could get. It didn't take much to figure out what Sal was after.
"I think I'd like to finish this first," she stammered. She forced down another mouthful of the bitter liquid.
"There'll be plenty of time to drink, later," Sal said, moving closer.
Before Steffie could protest, strong arms wound around her body, imprisoning her. Sal's weight pressed her down on the blanket. His mouth covered her own and his tongue wedged deeply into her mouth.
Steffie squirmed beneath him but it was no use. He had her pinned. She tried to slide out from under but he was too heavy to lift with her hips.
Sal mistook her wriggling motions for an expression of desire. Grunting, animal-like, deep in his throat, he forced his knee in between her legs and pressed his body down harder against Steffie's. Callous fingers squeezed over the sensitive flesh of her stomach and up higher, to cup the fullness of one breast.
She winced as he pinched the nipple and then slid his hand down low, in between their bodies to her cunt. His fingers probed and slid, defiling the soft flesh of her pussy beneath their crude grasp, shaming Steffie with the directness of their intimacy.
With all the strength that panic could provide, she wrenched her mouth away from his and bucked her hips. "You move to fast." She didn't attempt to keep her annoyance out of her tone.
"In this crowd, everybody moves fast. We have to, baby. The Law is just around the corner." Sal leaned toward her again.
"You're looking at the exception, then," Steffie spat, and rolled herself out from under him. Her hasty motion knocked the beer can onto its side and the contents bubbled out over the sand.
"Say, what's the matter with you, anyway?" Sal rasped, irritably.
"Nothing that somebody with decent manners couldn't cure." Steffie straightened her blouse and tried to calm the raging torrent of anger surging up from within her. She wanted somebody to make love to her, she knew. Not to feel her up like a cantaloupe in a supermarket. "I'm going to get another beer," she announced.
"You want me to get it for you?" His manner was subdued but strained.
"Don't do me any favors." Steffie jumped to her feet and brushed a few grains of sand from the seat of her slacks. She couldn't have cared less if Sal left her flat, right then and there. That was one boy who turned her off, for sure. It was high time that she went after the boy who affected her in just the opposite way.
The cooler, filled with beer cans, sat open, about ten yards away from the campfire. Steffie hurried up to the edge of the circle of light cast by the flames and then slowed her pace, anxious to be noticed. Pretending nonchalance, she ambled across to the metal box, leaned over and reached in among the ice cubes.
Somebody giggled.
Steffie whirled in the direction from which the girl's voice had come. Immediately she was sorry.
The supine creature in the tight, white slacks laughed again. Softer, this time, and throatily. Then, there was no sound at all.
Steffie wished she could see the girl's face but it bas blocked by the back of Chuck's head.
Her gaze felt as if it were glued to the two of them, as they lay there necking on the blanket. Steffie watched the girl put up only the barest pretense of a struggle before Chuck pinned her arms spread-eagle against the ground and rolled atop her undulating body.
Steffie felt the guilt of a peeping-tom, but she was unable to pry her attention loose from the passionate scene before her. Vicariously, she felt the intimate contact of Chuck's body against her own. Her breasts pressed flat beneath the weight of his broad chest. Her thighs and cunt trapped blissfully beneath his. Her lips, warm and moist, separating at the touch of his mouth, sucking his tongue hungrily, offering all of herself up for his pleasure.
A throbbing, heightening need leaped into need through her body. The tips of her breasts hardened into rigid aching points of longing. Subtle, rhythmic spasms of desire contracted the muscles down at the core of her vagina and spread in heated tempo along her thighs.
Steffie yielded to a sudden impulse to closed her eyes and gave herself over, momentarily, to the tantalizing eddy of sensation winding through her searing flesh. She swayed slowly. Her breathing became shallow and she could almost feel herself wrapped in his arms, her nipples moistened with kisses, her limbs naked and intertwined with his...
A sixth sense shocked her back to awareness. Steffie opened her eyes, just in time to catch sight of Chuck and his redhead sitting up, staring at her in bewilderment.
A lump grew in her throat, choking her. Her spine turned to steel and her fingers knotted into tight little balls of fists.
"I ... I was looking for ... the can opener!" she faltered. Her words seemed to trip over one another, exposing her he, revealing her true confusion.
"I'll just bet you were," the redhead rasped venomously.
Despite the dim light between moving shadows, Steffie was able to see the hatred and resentment written across the girl's harsh features. Suddenly she was frightened.
"That's some hell of a way to talk to a guest," Chuck mocked s scornful tone, as he pulled himself up onto his feet. He walked across to Steffie and smiled straight into her moist eyes. "Come on, honey, I've got something interesting to show you."
She followed him mutely, back over to the ice cooler, and watched, uncomprehending, as Chuck pulled a can of beer from inside.
"You see this little ring on top?" His voice and manner exaggerated the quality of patience. "All you have to do is pull it up and the can is open. Isn't that amazing?" He sounded as if he were speaking to a six year old.
Steffie wished that the sand would open up and swallow her alive. She felt grateful for the darkness. She was sure that she must be crimson with embarrassment. Without half-trying she'd made herself look like a fool in front of everybody ... Worst of all, Chuck!
She spun on her heel and started away from him. She'd go home and lick her wounds, alone. To give herself hell in private for being such a total failure. To hide from the world and from herself, if she were lucky.
"Where do you think you're going?"
The sharpness in his tone stopped her, cold. Steffie paused, her back still toward him. She drew a deep breath, as if trying to gather strength from the fresh, salty air, and then turned around very slowly.
"I think I'd be better off at home," she mumbled.
Chuck stepped up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Aren't you having a good time, kid?"
Steffie shook her head, no. "I don't seem to fit in very well around here." She couldn't look up into his face. She felt miserable. Two feet tall and brutally naked to the world's gaze.
"Who says you don't fit in? What does a punk like Sal know, anyhow? Come on, you're staying with me." He slid his arm around behind her shoulder, pulled her close against his side and started walking Steffie in the direction of the water.
She wouldn't have offered an ounce of resistance, even if she had been able to. Inside herself, Steffie felt her spirits skyrocket toward complete happiness. Quite by accident, she realized, she had accomplished her purpose and reached her goal. Chuck was interested in her. He had taken her under his wing. He wanted to protect her, to take care of her, to show her a few laughs. Steffie couldn't have asked for more.
"Where are we going?" she inquired in her most innocent tone, happily aware that the voices of other people were quickly melting into the darkness behind them.
"What's the matter, don't you trust me?" Chuck's voice seemed to smile. "I'll take good care of you. Don't you worry."
Steffie wasn't worried at all. She could hardly catch her breath. Her brain was whirling with the joy of anticipation. She had him all to herself now. It was too good to be true.
The sand beneath their feet allowed only a slow pace. Steffie concentrated on matching her step with his, unable to think of anything to say that wouldn't sound trite. Just being next to him, walking alongside him was enough to stir up the hunger, deep within her cunt. Without thinking she reached for his hand and clasped the strong fingers, telling him through her touch how glad she was to be with him.
She saw his eyes close just before their lips met. She felt herself melting and turning to jelly in his embrace. Steffie arched her back as his palms slid down to the base of her spine and she pressed herself in tightly to him. The pounding in her chest blocked out the sound of waves rolling in to shore.
Her knees felt weak, unable to support the weight of her body. Without his strong arms to hold her up Steffie felt certain she would have fallen to the sand.
She sought the tip of his tongue with her own and rubbed her belly across his. She was aware that his cock was tense and hard with readiness.
Soundlessly, his hands slid up to possess her breasts. His thumbs toyed with the nipples, teasing her flesh, goading the tips into hard little points of delightful sensation.
They had said very little but their understanding seemed complete. There was no question in Steffie's mind as to whether she could give herself to him. Or if he wanted her. Only when and where her surrender was going to occur.
She felt her body being lowered slowly toward the ground. Steffie didn't resist. She happily gave herself over completely to his every wish. Before she knew it they were lying very close together, legs intertwined, mouths locked.
The light from the moon lent an eerie, pale glow to Chuck's white-blonde hair. Steffie brushed her fingers across his temple, reached around to the back of his head and pulled his lips harder on his own. She felt numb yet bristling with life, all at the same time. Within her cunt the forces of desire were redoubling themselves, gathering momentum with each passing second. And yet, she felt like putty in his hands.
He withdrew for a moment, to catch his breath. "Somebody should have warned me about you," Chuck said, warmly, his tone thickened by arousal. "Where have you been hiding yourself?"
"Does it really matter?" Steffie was barely able to speak. She ached to rip off her clothes and fling herself on top of him, to feel their bodies locked together naked. She reached across to his shoulder with one hand and coaxed him back in her direction.
Silent fingers worked swiftly with the button on the waistband of her slacks. Steffie clenched her teeth and trembled as the material of her blouse was tugged upward to reveal her bare midriff.
Chuck's lips brushed across the silken nakedness of her belly and up to the lower edge of her brassiere. Steffie lifted her back from the sand and waited for what seemed like a thousand years until he'd opened the clasps.
Suddenly the garment was loose and her breasts tumbled free of their lacy confinement.
Chuck crumpled the material in his hand and bunched it up around her shoulders and buried his face in the silken softness of her flesh. His mouth furrowed in to the valley between her breasts and then moved swiftly, alternating between the soft pink buds of blunt, tender nipples.
Steffie gasped and twisted her fingers into his hair.
The feel of his tongue on her flesh was like nothing she'd ever experienced. She was past shame now. Past all modesty and inhibition. With her free hand she reached down and traced the outline of his rib cage. Continued to the buckle of his belt and tugged at the leather strap.
Chuck adjusted his position in order to give Steffie easy access to his flesh. Her fingers shook and she fought with the zipper on his trousers. Finally, the material parted and she dove beneath it with her hand to grasp the throbbing shaft of his cock.
Instinct guided her movements as she pushed Chuck onto his back and pressed her lips to the curve of his shoulder. Hungrily, she devoured his flesh, working downward in slow, moist circles. As her tongue flecked across the bulging ridges of his stomach the odor of salt and sun-tanned flesh inflamed her senses. She wanted all of him now, completely, in every way.
"No, not yet baby," he whispered hoarsely. "You'll spoil everything. Later." He captured her waist between his large hands, lifted her body upward until her face was level with his and then rolled her gently onto her back, once more.
Steffie clenched her fists while his hand moved down to the top of her slacks, lifted the material away from her body and plunged inside. With expert motions, Chuck reached downward until he'd found the lips of her cunt. Rhythmically, tenderly he manipulated her moist, maddening clit.
His touch wrenched loose a soft cry of desire from her parched, constricted throat. Involuntarily, she lifted her body, trying to press herself to him, harder, tighter, trying to intensify the thrilling, widening circles of ecstasy that she could hardly bear and would never again be able to live without.
She squeezed her legs together, trapping his hand and holding it immobile. A pain in her lungs felt as though it were about to explode through her chest and shatter every rib in her body.
"Please, wait, just a moment," she gasped, breathless with exquisite tension.
Chuck laughed softly, confidently. "Why don't we just get rid of these? They're only in the way." He slid her slacks and panties down over her hips, toward her ankles and away.
Steffie lay still while he removed the sneakers from her feet and then returned to lift the blouse and brassiere over her head. "You too," she said softly and reached up to tug his shirt in order to clarify her meaning.
"I've met hot ones before but you are definitely the greatest," Chuck commented, as he complied with her wishes in a matter of moments.
Steffie lay with her eyes closed, waiting for him to return, desperate for him to fuck her in that final, perfect act. To quiet the torrential, violent churning running through her twat. Any moment, she felt certain, he would fill her steaming pussy with cock and show her what a man could do for a woman.
She wriggled her naked body against his, moving in such a way as to make her wish fully comprehended. She knew he was as ready and eager as she. It was going to be something to remember when the two of them raced toward that finish line.
But would this be all she had expected and wanted? Her mind reeled as she thought of the pain he would cause her. The pain she had always wanted and desired. The pain she deserved. She had waited for so long for this moment. But would there be other painful moments to? Moments when she would once again cry out and not be heard by anyone except the Master Torturer, Eion.
The master torturer Eion. How she loved this insane, wild sadist. She had lived with him for so long in her head that he was a part of everything that she did. She knew that she couldn't go on like this forever. Here she was about to make love to a beautiful man and she couldn't forget about Eion.
She couldn't help but remember all the wonderful times she had with him. All the good things that she could call upon at any moment that she needed to.
She wondered how her young buck would respond to her leather bra. The one that she had worn so often for Eion. She had bought it in a sex store in the city and use to wear it late at night when there was no one around .
It was soft. So very soft at first, but as the material slipped onto, and into her flesh it wasn't so soft anymore. It was painful. Very painful. It had sharp metal wires that circled the nipple and cut in four directions. It buttoned up to the neck and had arm bands that held her in place. She wondered if he'd like her.
She finally was about to have sex with this man and here she was thinking about something that was unreal. She knew that she had to stop this that it was nothing more than a game to keep her from getting involved with a man, in a relationship.
But she couldn't no matter how hard she tried to concentrate on the man that was making love to her, she couldn't help but compare him to Eion. Her tall, large sadist. She couldn't forget about her bra, she'd love to wear it for the man she was making love to love to have him see her in it. Her large full tits that were pressed out against the hard wire.
Suddenly, she was snapped back to what was happening.
Suddenly her arms were pinned painfully to the sand beneath the weight of his knees. A heaviness crushed her chest.
Steffie's eyes blinked open and she saw his naked body astride her own. The smile on his face and the direction of his gaze told her exactly what he wanted, what he expected of her.
"Please let my arm loose, first," Steffie begged.
Chuck lifted his knees slightly and allowed her to slip her elbows out from under them. Steffie rubbed one aching arm with the fingers of the other , but a different more urgent pain captured her attention again.
"Come on, baby, don't keep me waiting all night."
The urgency in his tone registered in little rushes of heat along her flesh. She reached upward and pressed her fingers along the rock-hard tendons of his thighs, closed her eyes and waited for Chuck to guide his body forward. She was ready for that cock. She knew that he wanted her to suck his dick. She'd never done this before but with him she would do anything. Anything that he wanted her to do anything that he made her do.
He was strong and his cock was hard and ready, that was what she wanted. A hard stud.
She felt his body contract and relax in spasmodic pattern of growing. Beneath her back she was vaguely aware if the sand scratching into her naked flesh. She didn't care. If a bed of thorns were under her she still would be happy, she knew. Finally she had what she wanted. Nothing could spoil her pleasure.
Steffie pressed her palms flat against Chuck's stomach and felt a shudder ripple beneath her touch. Gently, but insistently she pushed him back, away from her.
"You're a smart girl." Chuck murmured as he slid his legs backward and stretched, full length on top of her. "In another minute..."
Steffie wound her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. She didn't want to hear any words, waste any more time. Only one thing mattered now. One thing that she wanted from him and nothing else. She wriggled her naked body against his, moving in such a way as to make her wished fully comprehended. She knew he was as ready and eager as she. It was going to be something to remember when the two of them raced toward that finish line.
"Okay, baby, you've got it." he said, reaching behind her knees to clasp the legs with iron fingers, lift them slightly from the sand and spread them slowly apart.
Steffie dug her fingernails into the sinews of his shoulders and arched her body to meet the driving thrust of his prick. Her throat constricted and she sobbed in the exquisite agony of his battering assault, clinging to each moment of beautiful submission as he plunged in and out of her newly-awakened cunt.
His mouth found hers and his tongue plunged deep, silencing her except for a satisfied sight which rose from the depths of her heaving chest. She felt his back turn slick with sweat and she ran the heels of her hands over the smooth, glistening dampness.
Without thinking, she picked up the tempo of his plunging heated movements, increased her speed, raced to keep up with him as the rhythm of movements quickened.
From far away, it seemed, she heard the sounds of their wet, naked bellies slapping against each other. Strong fingers buried themselves in the soft, pliant flesh of her ass and then slid downward over her straining thighs.
Steffie wrapped her legs around his torso and clung to him with every single ounce if strength that she possessed. Soft cries of delight leaped up to her lips and she worked to draw his cock deeper into herself. To drain every ounce of passion from his bucking loins.
Suddenly she felt the beginning of completion appear. A pin point of tremulous sensation, quivering deep in her belly and spreading outward, intensifying until it seemed to fill the universe and consume them both.
As if on cue they lunged at each other and then froze suspended, inwardly as fulfillment plummeted through their bodies and tore at their senses.
Steffie held on to him, not wanting to have it ever end. Not wanting ever to be any further away from him than she was at this one, perfect moment.
As her body finally began to relax she became aware that damp tears of joy were trickling down her cheeks, and she heard a little girl's voice murmur, "I love you." She wondered who had spoken. Then she realized it was herself...
CHAPTER SIX
A bright shaft of sunlight slanted through the lace curtains, crossed the pale green bedroom and crept relentlessly up toward Steffie's face.
She wrinkled her nose, grumbled inaudibly and rolled onto her side, unable to lose contact with her beautiful dream. A faint smile parted her lips. She sighed and hugged her pillow tightly to her. Chuck was still there beside her. She tasted his kisses. Felt his burning cock.
Savored the intimacy of a lover's touch. The whole world was dreamy and peaceful and perfect.
Then, all hell broke loose.
"Just because you thing you're big enough to drink and carouse till all hours of the morning don't mean I'm gonna let you sleep the whole day away." Hannah's scolding thundered through the room. She slammed the bedroom door behind her, strode directly to the window and yanked the Venetian blinds all the way up with a clatter that catapulted Steffie straight up into a sitting position.
"Do you know what time it is, child?" Hannah confronted the blinking, sleepy-eyed girl. "And you ain't had a bite of breakfast? Lucky your mama slept late today, too."
"Go away. I don't want any breakfast. I'm not hungry."
Steffie yawned and threw herself back down into the pillows, miserably. The delicate fibers of her love-fantasy had been torn beyond repair by the racket of Hannah's entrance. Sometimes, Steffie felt it would be a pleasure ' to murder that nosey old woman ... If she didn't love her so much.
"Oh no you don't lazybones." Hannah yanked the sheets down to the foot of the bed, revealing Steffie's nakedness. The old housekeeper's gaze took inventory of several little red bruises that had risen along the young, silken flesh. "Busy little bee ain't you, Missy?" She grinned knowingly.
Steffie leaped to the foot of the bed, grabbed the sheet and raised it up protectively above her breasts.
"What I do is none of your business." she croaked, knowing that her tone lacked conviction.
"Is that so?" The room rocked with the sound of Hannah's belly laugh. "Bet you folk's think it's my business when I tell them what I know." She smiled impishly and winked.
"You wouldn't dare," Steffie's tone shrank to an echo.
Hannah allowed a poignant silence to fill the room. "That all depends on whether you get your fanny downstairs and let me make up this bedroom before I have to go shopping."
Now their laughter was shared.
Steffie skipped down the winding staircase freshly showered and humming softly to herself. She wore one of her father's discarded business shirts. The long tails flapped over her tight red shorts, hiding them and giving the impression that her bottom half was naked.
"Good morning, mother," she sang out as she burst into the breakfast room and headed for her place at the glass-topped table.
Mrs. Martin laughed nervously. "You startled me, dear," she twittered and her linen napkin fluttered up toward her mouth. "I do wish you'd learn to wear shoes around the house. It's most unbecoming for a young lady to go barefooted. Somebody would think we couldn't afford to dress you properly."
"Oh, mother, you've got to learn to relax and stop blowing your cool." Steffie imitated the woman's chirping tone. "How are you ever going to get any kicks out of life if you're always tied up in a knot?"
"That's enough 'hippy talk', young lady. Eat your breakfast." Mrs. Martin dismissed her daughter's whimsical mood and returned her attention to the society page of the newspaper. "I don't suppose you've seen this yet, Steffie," she said, without taking her eyes from the printed columns."
Steffie allowed herself the brief luxury of forming a sour expression without her mother's awareness. "Did I make headlines?" She honestly tried to sound interested, for the woman's sake. But today, on such a beautiful stuffiness of Evan Claire.
She wanted to erase Evan Claire from her mind for a few days. Steffie wanted to have a good time, She wanted to enjoy a fiery, pain pleasured affair. She had never had one, and she wanted experience. She wanted to be able to teach Evan.
The only way, Steffie realized, was to enjoy the pleasures of Eion, her imaginary lover, torturer. He would teach her all she had to know. He would show her how pain was pleasure. He would experiment with her naivete. Not only would he cunt-lap, tit-fuck, engage in sixty-niners, but he would introduce to her a more expressive way of love-making.
Eion would chain her, tie her, torture her. Make her scream with delight.
Steffie could feel herself lying on the floor. She had been chained for hours, not moving any part of her body. She thought she was numb, until ... until Eion appeared. He had in his hand a wrench.
She looked up at him quizzically wanted to know what he was going to do next. Eion was not one for explaining, he was one for doing. Immediately he took the wrench and applied it to the soft plush milky-white breast in front of him. Steffie could feel the pain, no pleasure. She screamed for Eion to unchain her, to remove the wrench from her breast. The more Steffie screamed the harder Eion squeezed her nipple. He wasn't giving up.
He was going to make this girl enjoy torture, even if he died doing it. He squeezed again. Harder this time. Steffie screamed, she screamed as loudly as she possibly could.
At this point Eion took his tool in his other hand and started to jerk himself off.
"Scream, baby, scream. That's right honey, you'll learn to enjoy. That's what I'm here for."
Before Steffie could let out another yell, Eion's prick was in her mouth. He was hard now. He wanted her to feel the pleasure of his hot gism as well. He wanted Steffie to take it all. To take his hard dork and put it in her mouth. He wanted her to swallow it.
Eion removed his cock from her mouth as she let out her last and final scream. Steffie saw herself passing out ... it was too much for her to take. She wasn't used to enjoying herself.
She once again reverted back to last nights episode. She could once again feel Chuck close to her. She remembered how she felt as he touched her, as he removed her panties, her pants. She recalled how he slowly pushed her blouse up past her tits, how he had undone her bra.
Steffie was in ecstasy. All this sex, this marvelous new thing. She had a new toy. Something Evan's ring, nor Evan, nor anyone else could possibly give her. She was involved within herself. She was beginning to feel. Feel what she had missed for so many of her years. She felt as if she were beginning to live, not just a new life, but a whole new expression of feeling.
Suddenly, Steffie was snapped out of the beautiful dream by her mother's high pitched, unappealing voice.
It seemed that the voice was coming from a million miles away, floating, amorphous in the hazy dimness of her past.
Today her thoughts and her heart were filled with Chuck and the memory of last night. There was no room, no reason, no need for the dull stuffiness of Evan Claire.
"The picture certainly does you justice, dear. You look absolutely lovely." Mrs. Martin slid the newspaper across into Steffie's line of vision but her fingers never let go of the page.
Steffie looked down at the print and felt the bile rise through her insides. The brittle smile, looking back at her belonged to a stranger. A boring, foolish girl who Stephanie didn't particularly care to know. "Yes, it's beautiful," she lied, pushing the paper back toward her mother. She didn't want to read the paragraph below. She knew its contents by heart. Pedigree and all. No need to rub her nose in the dirt of her own mistake.
"I didn't hear you come home last night," Mrs. Martin said, lifting an elaborately ornate silver coffee pot and pouring two cups of steaming liquid. "Did you have a nice time at the club?"
"I ran into a couple of people that I haven't seen since last year," Steffie embellished the tale she had invented last night for the purpose of escape. "We got to talking about old times."
"That's nice, dear." Mrs. Martin dropped two lumps of sugar in her cup and started reading the engagement from the beginning. Again. "Were there any new boats? I haven't gone down to the club yet, this season."
"I didn't notice any," Steffie tried to sound casual. She gulped her orange juice.
"I suppose you told everybody the good news and they were all very excited for you." Mrs. Martin smiled at her daughter. Her eyes gleamed with pride.
Steffie nodded dully.
"Did you show them the ring?" The woman's gaze glided downward toward Steffie's hand. Her expression froze. "Stephanie ... your ring! What happened to it?" she asked, in a tremulous tone.
"It's upstairs in my night table drawer." Steffie felt the beautiful morning start to turn sour. She was being pushed back into that other world again. That arena of meaningless, stodgy propriety. That unreal showcase where she didn't belong. A living death from which she had to escape.
"In your drawer?" Mrs. Martin echoed, horrified. "It could disappear!"
Steffie felt the rage rising in her.
"Are you saying Hannah steals?"
"Of course not, Stephanie." Mrs. Martin backed down immediately. "I just don't understand why you're not wearing it. For heaven's sake, you've only had it for two days."
Two days too long, Steffie added silently. "I'm on my way to the beach," she announced and pushed her chair away from the table. "I didn't want to take the chance of losing it."
The day was young but Steffie felt the beginnings of strain and fatigue edging in to drain her spirit. It had been a mistake, she knew, to come downstairs before her mother had departed to a bridge club or some other of her daytime distractions.
"Are you leaving without breakfast?" Mrs. Martin called after the departing girl who was halfway across the room, heading for the door. "If you'll wait a minute I'll call Hannah downstairs to fix some eggs."
"I'll grab something on my way to the beach," Steffie answered without breaking her stride. Thoughts of food were furthest from her mind, now. She needed to get out and away from this wax museum where she had been raised. To fly far from the restrictions of her society-conscious family. To be where she was free to express her real self, live her own life and be truly satisfied. In other words, to find Chuck. Or to find her dream in Chuck was more to the point.
She had tried to see Chuck for what he was and not as some unreal person that she could never hope to have a relationship with, but it seemed that the harder she tried the more she needed to make this man unreal so that he was no threat. She wished that she could come out and tell someone how she felt. Tell anyone, but still, she felt that she had to keep it to herself. Keep it inside of herself so tightly that no one would ever guess that she wanted to be devoured by this man.
She needed to be devoured by any man. But she could never tell anyone. Never, never, she promised herself.
She knew that she was a beautiful girl. She had everything any girl could hope for. She was young, pretty, rich, and available for some man to make her his slave.
She wondered if Chuck would want that. He had said that he wanted to take pictures of her. She wondered if he wanted nude pictures. She wondered what he would say if she told him about some of the things that she wanted to do for him. Some of the posing that would let him know what she wanted from him as a man.
If she had her way, she'd pose for him in her leather outfits that clung to her warm supple body. She'd let him take her pictures then lay herself down at his feet.
"Touch the soft leather, darling," She'd murmur at him.
Her leather boots went up past her thighs, moving almost up to her crotch, almost to her pussy. Bare skin, bare pink, soft skin, and then more leather.
Her top, was of the softest leather. It was soft and warm from her body heat. It was so thin that it acted as a second skin. One of black leather next to the contrasting pinkness of her own body.
Thin straps that held her tits in place could be revoked at her masters will, so that he could get to her own skin. So that he could touch it, kiss it, torture her flesh and let her know that he was the master. That he was the one who would take care of her and make it safe for her so long as she gave her body, and her soul to this man.
She was willing to do whatever she had to in order to get what she needed. That was the only thing that she could think about.
She could feel his strong, hard hands on her soft leather skin. On the fine softness of her own body, clawing at her like an animal, being possessed by him, taken, and owned by this man.
He was strong, and he could take care of her. That was worth any about of pain that he wished to inflict on her. He was the master and she was the slave. That was the only thing that she had to worry about pleasing this man. Pleasing the man that would own her. Taking him and giving him all the pleasure that he needed from her body.
Still, she had to face the facts. Either she was going to do something about it or she wasn't. But that was something that only she could decide on. Something that only she could make the final decision on.
But she did know one thing, she did know that she was meant to be a slave.
A sex slave.
She needed a master.
Maybe today. Maybe when she found Chuck, she would do what was real. Maybe today she'd offer herself all the way, her way. The way she wanted him to take her.
The little red convertible sped down the driveway, spitting a shower of flying pebbles in its wake. As soon as the house was out of sight, Steffie began to feel better. Tiny bruises at the tips of her breasts and along the insides of her thighs ached softly and reminded her of the precious night.
She smiled with secret delight and brushed aside a wisp of hair which had blown over her eyes. Last night had only been the beginning, she promised herself. She wanted more of the same. Lots more. And there was no reason in the world why she shouldn't have it.
She turned the car into the old beach road and felt her heartbeat quicken with anticipation. A moment of concern threatened her high spirits as she suddenly realized that she had no assurance that she'd find Chuck waiting for her when she arrived. She hadn't thought to ask him where he lived or what he did with himself when the sun was shining.
Last night had not been a time for words. Just for action. When they'd regained control of their senses she and Chuck had simply gotten dressed, as though the whole thing had been planned in advance. He'd walked her back to her car, kissed her good night and sent her on her way. No explanations. No promises.
It had all seemed natural and right, then. Today Steffie wished that he'd given her his assurance that there'd be more good times in store for them.
She pulled into the parking lot, turned off the motor and hurried out of the car. The glaring asphalt was burning hot and it stung the soles of her bare feet. Steffie ran over to where the sand began, her glance scanning the vista in the hope of spotting a familiar, handsome face.
Her shoulders drooped and she exhaled disappointedly. There were dozens of people on the beach and in the water. But none of them was Chuck, she knew. She would have picked out his blonde hair and powerful physique within a few moments, if he'd been around. She couldn't begin to guess where he might be, at this moment. The best she could do was to wait around and hope that he'd turn up.
Her movements were slow now, and her manner dejected. She reached for the top button of her shirt and began to peel down to her bathing suit. The material of the bikini was a bold yellow and black print which clung revealingly to her body and complimented the color of her hair. She slid out of the tight shorts and smiled tentatively as she adjusted the brief panties.
This was another garment which she'd wisely stored at home. Evan would have dropped dead with outrage if he knew she was in a public place dressed so scantily. The halter was barely able to contain her ripe, full breasts. The narrow panties rose only to the beginning of the gentle curve at the bottom of her belly.
An outfit like this meant business. But as far as Steffie was concerned, without Chuck around to see it, the view was wasted.
The low, insistent drone of a horn startled her. Steffie whirled hopefully but the expectant smile disappeared when she saw Sal, sitting astride a gleaming black motorcycle. In the bright light, his expression was harder and more cruel than she'd remembered. A knot of fear closed her throat. Undoubtedly he hated her.
"Well, if it isn't the lady with the disappearing act." Sal's tone was thick with sarcasm.
Steffie stood mute, watching him dismount and amble over to her. A tight black bathing suit hugged his muscular thighs as he moved loosely across the distance between them.
"I-I was just going for a swim," Steffie stammered, unable to think of any explanation of last night's betrayal that wouldn't be self-in criminating.
"I figured you were dressed for something." His glance fell to the heaving mounds of flesh protruding above the halter.
Steffie flushed crimson, realizing that he must have been sitting there all along, watching her undress. Eyeing her lecherously. She wanted to tell him off. To inform him that she wasn't his property and he had no right to treat her like one of those tramps she'd seen at the campfire, last night.
She held her temper in check though, and forced her features into a friendly smile. Sal, she realized, could lead her to Chuck.
"How would you like to take a swim with me?" Steffie said in a cheerful tone.
"I guess that means nobody else is around, huh?" Sal replied acidly.
They both knew whom he was referring to.
Steffie smiled up at him coyly, batted her long eyelashes and pursed her lips. "Come on, Sal-don't be mad at me." She gazed steadily into his eyes, trying to coax a smile onto his hard features. "Maybe if we get to know each other better we can be friends. Good friends." She planted the seed of hope and thought she saw him relenting, softening toward her. "Won't you forgive me-please?"
His glance fell and he cleared his throat, self-consciously. "Okay, but I don't want to be taken for a ride, understand? You sure made me look dumb last night in front of all the other guys."
Steffie saw the gleam of sudden opportunity and blossomed inwardly with a feeling of joy and relief. "Tell you what," she said, reaching for Sal's hand, "Let's you and I go find everybody and show them that I came back to you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sal eyed her suspiciously.
"Just what I said." Steffie tried not to sound too anxious. Sal was no genius but he didn't trust her. If she seemed overly eager he might guess her real motive. "We'll arrive together," she continued, "and I'll stay with you until we leave."
Sal brightened visibly. "Yeah, I guess that'll show them you didn't run out on me, won't it?"
"You bet it will," Steffie assured him. "What do you say?"
Sal grinned and slipped his arm around her bare waist. His hand cupped her hip and squeezed into the soft, naked flesh there. "Well go on my bike," he announced.
Steffie swallowed hard. She'd never ridden on a motorcycle before and she was scared to death. But if that's what was required in order for her to get to Chuck, the matter was settled.
It felt as though her insides were being scrambled. Steffie kept her arms wound tightly around Sal's torso and hung on for dear life. The ride was rough and her breasts jiggled, threatening at any moment to bounce out of the flimsy halter. Her hair blew wildly in the wind and her legs ached with tension.
Steffie closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. She hadn't asked exactly where they were going. That, she feared, might give her away. All she could do was hope that this wild ride would come to an end shortly.
When Sal turned right at the fork in the road, Steffie realized where they were headed. Five minutes later the motorcycle roared into Bayville, a squalid summer town of matchbox cottages, pizza stands and dingy little stores.
Sal pulled up in front of a run-down bar and killed the motor. "We're here," he said, as he removed his white crash helmet and hung it on the handlebar.
Steffie pushed her fingers through her hair, trying to rearrange it into some semblance of order. At the same time she thanked her lucky stars that she was still alive. Her heart beat rapidly and her entire body shook from the jostling it had been subjected to on the way over. Still, there was no question in her mind but that any sacrifice was worth the prize waiting just inside that bar.
The raucous sound of a juke box blaring rock-and-roll music attacked her the second she stepped inside. Steffie paused near the entrance for a moment while her eyes adjusted to the murky smoke-filled atmosphere and dim lighting. Young voices raised to make themselves heard over the blasting from the juke box, combined with the strong stench of beer and made her senses swim. She felt as if she had just stepped into an asylum. Her ears rang and her nostrils stung. It was only the painful pressure of Sal's hand suddenly clasped over hers that drew Steffie out of her daze.
"Come on, there's an empty booth in the corner." He led her across the crowded room, through a maze of dancing bodies to a pair of scratched wooden benches, separated by a stained formica-topped table. "What are you drinking?" he asked, when they were seated opposite each other.
"Whatever you're having is fine with me," Steffie answered. The initial shock of this atmosphere had worn off and she remembered why she was there. Her gaze swept the room, searching for Chuck. She didn't care if Sal realized her true motive, now. He had served his purpose. As far as Steffie was concerned, he was dismissed for the rest of the day.
"Wait right here," he said, and disappeared into the crowd.
Alone again, Steffie suddenly realized that she wore no shoes and her appearance was disheveled. A slight shudder of apprehension passed through her body as it dawned on her that she was also practically naked. Without looking, she felt a pair of eyes turned toward her, studying her body, imagining the intimate details of what little flesh was clothed.
"Wanna dance, beautiful?" The husky male voice came from beside her.
"No-no thank you. I'm with somebody," she stammered. She lacked the courage to look up and face the boy who was propositioning her.
"That doesn't matter, honey. We believe in community property around here." A calloused hand closed over her bare shoulder.
"Flake off, buddy. She's with me." Miraculously, Sal appeared out of the midst of the crowd.
The intruder shrugged and shuffled away.
"Here ya go." Sal placed a shot glass and a mug of beer in front of Steffie.
She stared in utter disbelief. "These both for me?"
"It's called a boilermaker," Sal informed her, laughing softly at her innocence. "It really turns you on. Try it, you'll see," he coaxed, pushing the glasses even closer.
Steffie smiled weakly and took a little sip of the beer. "I think I'd better work up to this slowly," she said, glancing furtively across the room. Wishing she would spot Chuck. Wishing he would spot her and put an end to this horrible waiting.
"That music sounds good." Sal nodded toward the vibrating juke box. "How about it?"
"No, thank you." Steffie slid a little lower behind the table. She'd never have the nerve to get up on that dance floor and display herself dressed like this, she knew. That would amount to just about the same thing as parading naked before the whole gang. She remembered what that other boy had said about community property. If it were true, she wouldn't have a chance.
The sound of a familiar, self-assured voice cut through her thoughts and held her attention. Steffie froze, hardly daring to breathe. Little electrical currents seemed to form along her skin, tingling up the back of her neck. No doubt about it. That was Chuck's voice.
"You sure you don't want to dance?" Sal repeated his offer, but before the words were hardly out of his mouth, the presence of a third party overshadowed his own.
"Well, look who's here!" Chuck smiled down, directly into Steffie's eager, expectant expression. His eyes smiled more than his mouth did, telling her that not only hadn't he forgotten but that he liked what he remembered. "Looks like you've decided that you fit in with this crowd, after all." An edge of amusement colored his tone. "Didn't expect to see you back quite so soon."
"Sal was nice enough to bring me over." Steffie felt like she would choke on her words.
She longed to tell him why she was there. That she had really come only to find him. That all she wanted was for the two of them to take off and get away someplace. For an hour. For a year. It didn't matter, as long as they were together.
Chuck turned his attention to Sal and smiled knowingly. "I said it last night and I'll say it again, kid-you've got good taste. I'd take good care of this little girl if I were you."
Sal reached quickly for his drink. It was obvious that he wished he were bigger and stronger than Chuck. If only for two minutes.
"So this is where you are! I should have known I'd find you sizing up some blonde trick."
The loud coarse voice was perfectly suited to the girl who approached and linked her arm possessively through Chuck's. Steffie glanced up at the voluptuous redhead and recognized her from the beach last night. She was the bitch who'd been squirming underneath Chuck on the blanket.
Their eyes met for just a second but that was long enough for the message to get across. If looks could kill, Steffie knew, she'd be dead on the floor at that moment. And the feeling was mutual.
"Linda, this is Steffie." Chuck seemed more amused than annoyed at the instant enmity between the girls. "She was at the beach last night," he continued. "The beer can, remember?"
"Don't remind me." Linda made no effort to conceal her distaste. She sneered at Steffie and narrowed her eyes menacingly. "What's the matter, baby? Isn't one guy at a time enough for you? Personally, I think Sal's kind of cute, in a sort of monkey-like way." She reached forward with her free hand and mussed Sal's hair.
"Get lost, Linda, will you?" Sal's show of irritation spotlighted his embarrassment. "Sometimes you've got a big mouth."
Linda smiled gleefully and nudged Chuck. "And don't I know how to use it, too, honey?"
"I think the party's getting a little rough." Chuck allowed himself to be pulled, laughing, away from the table by Linda. "Well see you kids later." He winked at Steffie and in another moment was swallowed up by the couples on the dance floor.
Steffie felt the fury of her frustration burst to life inside her skull, blinding her vision, setting her jaw into a tight, tense line of determination. She'd had to cope with big-mouthed girls before, but never anyone like Linda. There was one rough cookie who would tear her to shreds without a second thought, if she got the chance, Steffie realized. She was no better than a wild animal.
A thudding fear throbbed around the region of her heart. She was going to have to get pass Linda in order to reach Chuck. Steffie hadn't counted on anything like this. She swallowed hard, realizing that she could easily wind up with a knock-down, drag-out fight on her hands. She turned her attention back to the table, eager for support in any form.
The glasses in front of her were empty. "What happened to my drink?" she whined.
"I finished it," Sal answered glumly. "Didn't think you'd care."
"Get me another one then," Steffie ordered, and leaned back to plot her strategy and steel herself for the upcoming battle.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Steffie watched Sal pour the fresh shot of vodka into the bubbling glass of beer. Behind her the frenetic sounds of loud conversation and louder music blended into a dull drone. Only the whirling intensity of blind fury was clear and distinct in her mind. If she did nothing else in life she had to win back Chuck's attention. No matter what it took, she must have him for her own.
Still, there was Linda.
Supercharged with determination, Steffie lifted the glass to her lips and gulped recklessly. When Sal told her that vodka was tasteless when combined with beer, she hadn't believed him. Now, to her immense relief she discovered that he'd been right.
The liquor slid down her throat easily. She welcomed the coolness and drank quickly, eager for the after-glow, desperate for the courage with which to proceed.
"You put that one away pretty fast," Sal blinked, surprised. "I thought you said you wanted to work up to it slowly?"
"Necessity is the mother of invention. You wouldn't understand. Just get me another of the same, please." Steffie slid the glass back to him.
"You sure you know what you're doing?" He stared at her, a quizzical expression reshaping his features.
"Does any of us?" She thought aloud.
Before she knew it, he'd returned with another round for them. She accepted the second drink immediately and hoped that her empty stomach wouldn't rebel. If she must be sick let it be tomorrow, she thought as she dumped the vodka into the larger glass. Today, she must function at peak efficiency. No doubt, she was frightened but any minute now, she promised herself, her outlook would start to turn rosy.
In a few moments, just as she'd expected, Steffie felt soothing fingers of numbness begin to creep through her whirling brain. Smiling devilishly, she polished off the last of her drink and set the glass down hard on the table.
"More," she demanded.
"You're heading for a fall," Sal advised cautiously.
Her temper flared. "Nonsense," Steffie declared. "I'm in great shape and I intend to get even better. Now, are you going to get me that drink or shall I ask someone else?" She dangled the threat in front of him boldly, smugly; confident that she held the trump card.
Sal shrugged helplessly and started in the direction of the bar once again.
"What do you say we get out of here," he suggested, as Steffie was finishing her third drink.
"Nope." She shook her head and was surprised at the way the room suddenly tilted. "This place suits me fine. Still want to dance?" Underneath the table Steffie playfully prodded his leg with the tip of her big toe. "I'm a great dancer, Sal. All the boys say so."
"You don't have to ask me twice, Steffie." He hurried to his feet and stood waiting for her beside the table.
Steffie slid sideways to the edge of the bench, grinning triumphantly. A giddy lightheadedness started to rise inside her skull. She'd show Linda who the better woman was, she vowed inwardly. And more important, she'd remind Chuck exactly what he was missing every minute he stayed away from her.
The music was fast, the drumbeat primitive. Steffie leaped into the midst of a cluster of gyrating torsos on the dance floor with grim determination. She had what to shake, she told herself. She knew how to move. And all was fair in love and war.
She placed one hand on her hip, the other in front of her and vibrated her body for all she was worth. The rhythm of the song pulsated through her. The insistent, driving tempo commanded her movements. Happily, Steffie obeyed.
She bent her knees and wiggled her ass provocatively. She shook her shoulders and jiggled her half-exposed breasts. She threw her head back wantonly and laughed loud and long, possessed now by a driving force above and beyond her control.
This was living, she told herself, between other thoughts cascading through her frenzied brain. Who needed to wait until she was married before the fun began? Her body could bring her anything she wanted. And she wanted everything there was to enjoy. Now.
Vaguely she became aware of rhythmical hand clapping surrounding her. When she looked, Steffie saw that the others had stopped dancing and had formed a circle around her. She was in the middle, she realized. Spot-lighted. The center of attention at last. Everybody was watching her, and everybody included Chuck.
Through all this freedom, Steffie became real paranoid. Everyone was looking at her, she had to give them what they wanted, especially Linda.
Steffie had to show that red-haired bitch that she was better than she was. Steffie had to prove this to herself. She wanted Chuck, and Linda was not going to stand in her way.
All at once this impulse to dream had returned. Suddenly Linda was the only one in the room. The music had now stopped there, standing over her was Linda.
The dream was hazy, as she couldn't quite make it out. She thought she saw her, she couldn't be sure. This girl in front of her seemed to be a monster. She was almost six foot tall and was wearing a semi-mask that pushed her hair back, covered her forehead and reached under her chin. The features were unclear. She could see the girl's heavy black boot coming toward her. The dark leotards on her legs hadn't reached her waist, and the bra she wore was cut too short.
Steffie became aware, in this fantasy, that it had to be Linda. Whom else would wear an outfit like that. Whom else would choose to expose their almost entire body in black. Steffie thought black was a bad color, it didn't express the love and affection that one being could give to another. It took away the beauty of living. The only one that wanted to do this was Linda.
Suddenly, this boot that had come toward her now landed on her cunt. Linda took the heel and forced it into Steffie's cunt. She couldn't move. Her hands had been tied behind her back and she now he there, beginning to enjoy the boot-fucking she was getting. Steffie now began to sway, with pleasure filled pain. She had imagined Eion standing in front of her instead of Linda. Eion was her teacher, he was the one to show her how to enjoy life, and if this was part of it, perhaps she would never reach reality.
Linda hadn't realized that Steffie was enjoying herself until Steffie began to yell. "Harder, harder," she screamed. "You can do better than that. You know how to please people. Please me!"
At this loud outburst Linda grabbed for a large pronged stick. She was going to make
Steffie as uncomfortable as she possibly could, she thought to herself. It wasn't working. Steffie was in seventh heaven. All she could do was to scream. To shout with all her might. She had to express all the feelings that were cooped up inside her. She had to let Linda know that she was in fact, helping her, not hurting her as she had so dutifully wanted to do.
Suddenly, she realized that she had to get with it again. Chuck was watching her. That was all that mattered.
Now, she really had to give it her all.
The liquor provided the boldness she needed. Breaking suddenly, she cut her dance tempo to half-time. Undulating her naked belly, rolling her sparsely-veiled hips she moved slowly, sensuously. Chuck was going to seethe with jealousy and burn with desire before she was finished with this number, Steffie promised herself, as she moved skillfully into a torrid bump and grind.
Whistles and cat calls pierced the smoke-filled air, goading her on, encouraging her to continue. Steffie's laughter was low and melodious in her throat, unheard beneath the rumpus from the boys who stared at her, open-mouthed, clapping loudly. She had them all in the palm of her hand, she realized. Everybody wanted her now. Everybody appreciated her. Now, she'd make Chuck squirm, thinking he might have to wait his turn, wondering if she still wanted him.
Steffie buried her long fingers in her hair and lifted the glistening strands up off the nape of her neck. She rounded her full lips into a pucker and winked invitingly at the boy closest to her. Picking up her cue, he jumped into the circle and started to dance with her.
In a moment his arms reached forward. Eager hands tried to make contact with her body. Wide eyes sparkled with unconcealed desire.
"Oh no you don't!" Steffie whirled away easily, out of reach. "Mustn't be greedy," she called, flying high on the awareness of her newly-discovered power. "Who's next?" She rippled her body toward the other side of the circle.
Three boys leaped in. Steffie giggled and alternated her attentions from one to the other to the third-teasing with her motions, promising with her eyes, inflaming with her elusive closeness.
The record spun into its final chorus. Steffie recognized her time limit and moved away from her three would-be partners. Now it was time to find Chuck and corner him. Time for her reward. She had saved the best for last.
She spotted him across the dance floor and moved quickly in his direction. Ignoring Linda's furious glare, Steffie danced right up in front of him, rotated her shoulders and bent low, affording a full, inviting view of her nearly-naked breasts.
She saw his eyes widen with interest, his tongue dart quickly across his lips. She sensed his sharp intake of breath, the tension in his muscles, the ideas in his mind.
And then it was Linda who confronted her.
Reflexively, Steffie jumped backward. The girl had stepped right in between them, arms folded across her breasts, eyes challenging; spitting fire.
A horrible, thundering awareness pounded at Steffie's skull as she watched helplessly. Linda had turned her back toward the inside of the circle, wound her arms around Chuck's neck and pulled his mouth down onto her own.
Steffie stopped dancing, oblivious to the protests from the boys all around her. Through clear-clouded eyes she watched Chuck's hands hesitate momentarily in mid-air, then dive for the soft fullness of Linda's swaying ass. Locked in each other's embrace, bodies pressed up tight, Chuck and Linda necked passionately, not caring who watched. Unaware of Steffie's grief.
Her composure burst like a punctured balloon. Steffie whirled and ran for the door.
A strange pair of arms reached out to grab her. She slapped them away and yanked herself forward, running blindly, hysterically. Desperate to push the sight of Chuck and his whore out of her mind.
Sal reached the motorcycle a few seconds after Steffie did.
"Please," Steffie begged, "get me away from here." She didn't wait for an answer before throwing herself onto the back seat of the bike.
"Where do you want to go?" Sal asked, his manner resigned but still flickered with interest.
"Anyplace you take me. As long as it's away-and fast."
While Sal climbed onto the front seat, Steffie glanced toward the door of the bar. Deep inside of her a tiny glimmer of hope remained that Chuck would appear at the last moment. Call her back and claim her for his own. But what little was left of her common sense told Steffie not to hold her breath.
She was barely aware of the roar of the motor as they flew along the road. Steffie pressed her feverish forehead flat against Sal's back, as if trying to block out the rest of the world with the sensation of another's naked flesh. Her eyes were locked shut and she felt as if she were whirling through a dark abyss-plummeting forward at breakneck speed toward an unknown, uncharted destination.
The roar of the surf was the first sound that registered distinctly in her mind. Steffie sagged forward against Sal's body as he slowed the bike. The last thing she needed now was fresh air, Steffie knew but she didn't protest. A profound sadness had combined with the liquor to dull her responses. She just didn't care any more. Sal could dump her on the road, drop her in the ocean-it didn't matter.
"I think we can both use that swim now," Sal said, when the motor had coughed once and grown silent.
Steffie allowed him to help her from the leather seat and lead her onto the sand. The harsh rays of sunlight felt like daggers to her eyes. Her knees wobbled unsteadily, and the top of her skull seemed to be floating somewhere up near the clouds.
The water was cool and jarring. Steffie plunged in eagerly, hoping the waves could clear her senses and restore her sanity. Her cheeks were burning. She wondered if the sun, the liquor or her fury were responsible. She dove beneath a wave, anxious to lose herself, cleanse herself in the current of water.
Strong fingers encircled her waistline and lifted her high. Steffie shrieked and giggled, unable to control her wild, hysterical laughter. Suddenly she felt drunker than she'd ever been in her life but she couldn't help it. The world was topsy-turvy. Nothing was clear any more or understandable. She felt separated from everything familiar.
Sal tossed her forward and she hit the water with a loud splash. "Give you ten to get away," he called, as Steffie surfaced and slid aside the soaking locks of hair that had become pasted to her forehead. "One-two-three-"
She took off through a wave, stroking quickly. Her heart beat frantically in her chest, in tempo it seemed with the flutter-kick of her legs.
Sal overtook her easily, reached below her wriggling body and scooped Steffie up out of the water. "Got you!" he said, holding her tightly.
Steffie locked her fingers behind her neck and lay her cheek against his chest like a babe in arms. For a moment she wondered where she was, what she was doing there, how this unreal state of being had come to pass. Then the awareness of Sal's hand creeping high up along the back of her thigh shocked her toward reality.
The rage within her began to define itself.
Steffie felt her lips part and turn up into a smile as bitter-sweet thoughts of revenge made themselves known. Chuck was a free agent. Evan was a free agent. And, damn it, so was she. Life was for living, not for worrying. A new emancipated Stephanie Martin had just risen. The girl who was going to do exactly as she pleased. And right now.
She had just decided all of this when Sal's mouth found her own and covered it. Steffie closed her eyes, pulled herself up a little tighter against him and enjoyed the sharp contrast between the warmth of her arousal and the cool tiny droplets of water rolling along her flesh.
In her mind's eye it was Chuck, whose powerful arms enfolded her. Chuck, who turned and started with her back toward the beach. Chuck, whose tongue probed deeply into her mouth and whose fingers toyed at the edge of her bathing suit.
The strength of her lust combined with the abandon of alcohol set her totally free from inhibition. She didn't need excuses, Steffie told herself. Why should she pretend that Sal was somebody else? If Chuck didn't want her, the hell with him. Sal wanted her. Nothing wrong with that. He too, was a man. Young. Strong. Virile. He could give her what she wanted-a good stiff cock. There was no reason not to accept.
They fell together onto the sand. Sal rose onto one elbow and looked down at Steffie. His eyes focused on the heaving, twin mounds of flesh that rose and fell with her heavy breathing. Pointed nipples, hardened by the cold water were outlined clearly by the clinging, wet material. He reached down gently and captured one rigid point between his thumb and forefinger.
Steffie sighed and took a deep breath. The hunger in her flesh spiraled quickly toward fever pitch. She wanted it all. Everything that Sal could offer her. Immediately.
"Please," she rasped. "We can't do anything here on the beach. Take me someplace."
It required every ounce of strength she possessed to remain upright on the motor cycle. Steffie had no idea how long they rode, or how far. Only one object occupied her thoughts. Relief.
"My room is up this way," Sal said, leading her along a dimly-lit flight of stairs.
Steffie realized that she had no idea where she was. If anything happened it would take years to find her. Still, she followed meekly, passively.
The room was dingy and strewn with dirty clothing, discarded motorcycle magazines and empty beer cans. But all Steffie cared about was the bed. She padded barefoot to the edge of the mattress, tossed a pair of soiled dungarees onto the floor and let her body fall toward the wrinkled sheet.
Sal was beside her in a minute. Mouth slack, breathing labored, he traced the ridge of Steffie's spine downward with his fingers, from between her naked shoulders to the soft rise of her buttocks. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to the damp hair at the nape of her neck and plunged his fingers down between her soft thighs, inserting one into the wet folds of her cunt.
She remained flat on her stomach, clenching her teeth and forcing herself to lie motionless, despite the turbulent currents of desire swirling through her flesh. This was good, she told herself silently, as his fingers pressed and probed, rubbing rhythmically against her aroused clit.
"Lift up," he ordered.
She obeyed willingly and raised her hips, allowing him to work his fingers in under the material. A sharp cry of delight bubbled up out of her throat as Sal's hand made contact and worked methodically to drive them both wild.
His touch and manner were no longer gentle. He rolled her over onto her back, dug his fingers into the softness of a full breast and lifted it free of its cage. Steffie groaned while his fingers rubbed the nipple into a point of rigid, throbbing sensitivity. Then his tongue flecked over the hardened point and his other hand crept downward over her belly, beneath the waistband of her panties.
Every pore of flesh seemed to quiver with violent insistence. Steffie could no longer he passive as he inflamed her cunt. She knew she must spur him on. Quickly she pushed him back gently and got up onto her feet. "Watch," she whispered and reached behind for the clasp holding her halter.
The flimsy garment fell away, revealing twin globes of silken, inviting flesh. Steffie cupped her breasts tenderly and lifted them from underneath, accentuating the pointed tips, caressing the firm flesh around them.
Sal began to get up from the bed.
"Not yet," Steffie instructed as her own touch brought pleasurable sensations racing to the pink circles at the tips of her breasts. Then her hands began to inch slowly, tantalizingly to slide the panties down along her smooth legs.
Naked, she rotated slowly near the bed, affording Sal a full view of all her charms. She heard his breathing grow shallow and rapid, sensed his own hands tugging at the material of his bathing suit. Then, he was upon her.
She fell willingly backward onto the bed beneath him and lifted her knees. Sal grabbed her, held her still and with one lunge, thrust his rock-hard organ into her dripping cunt.
Steffie thrashed violently beneath him. She tried to speak. To ask him to slow down. To beg him to wait just a moment longer so she could catch up, but his mouth covered her own and his tongue gagged her. She dug her fingernails into the small of his back hoping the pain would distract him, but it was as if he felt nothing. Nothing, except the driving, savage urgency of his own need.
Steffie's skin glistened. Every nerve ending in her body turned raw. There was no stopping him, she knew. Her only chance was to try to keep pace with him.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and clung to Sal, as if for dear life. A sixth sense told her what was about to happen. A low groan, deep in his throat, warned her that it was already too late. A second later, he locked her to him with brute strength and Steffie felt his cock explode its liquid into her unsatisfied twat, and then shrivel.
She reached for him boldly and tried to reawaken Sal's need. To rekindle a spark of desire, just enough to satisfy her craving, and pacify her unfulfilled flesh.
"Are you kidding, baby?" He brushed her hand aside and rolled over onto his stomach.
"I don't know what you've been drinking but those boilermakers sure knocked me out. I give up. Once is enough."
The steady, even sound of his breathing told her that Sal had dozed. Steffie lay wild-eyed and breathless in the semi-dark. Her flesh seethed with the need for release, but her pride kept her still.
Steffie he back on the pillow. All sorts of wild notions were now going through her head. Sal was mean, real mean. All he wanted was his personal pleasure and he didn't give a fuck about her.
She could see him as a movie producer making this really weird movies. She envisioned Sal standing in front of her, with his pants down past his knees, his bare ass hanging out. On his right side she could envision a camera, as he would want to take pictures of her. He would want to save her expression forever. No one was a beautiful as she was, especially when she saw a cock as big as his was.
Sal turned behind him to reach for a machete. It looked as if he were going to cut his penis off.
"Don't cut it off," Steffie heard herself scream. "It's the most beautiful cock in the world, don't cut if off! At this particular moment, as her body filled with rage, Sal took his picture. He had gotten the expression on her face, she had showed him how pained she would be if his balls were cut off. She thought for a moment and couldn't realize why she felt this way. She didn't like Sal, she didn't really give a damn as to whether he lived or died. What was it that was so important to her.
Eion's face flashed in her mind. "I told you I would teach you" she heard him say. "I told you that you would learn."
Steffie flashed back to the incident on the beach with Chuck and began to compare all this. Was she losing her mind. Was she going cock-crazy. Was that all that mattered.
The three-carat ring that was home in the drawer, why wasn't it on her finger. Why did she want all this. Could she be going totally insane.
"I'm not insane." was what she listened to herself say. "I enjoy sex, any kind of sex. It doesn't matter. All I need is a cock and I'm happy.
Steffie looked up at the cracked ceiling and knew that she had been dreaming. She now remembered that Sal was lying next to her. Steffie's eyes became watery as this whole thing was really her own fault anyhow. She should have know better than to expect a boy to do a man's work. She should have known better than to settle for second best.
She was now in a state of reality, and knew, Chuck was the one. Only Chuck would do. And she meant to have him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Steffie closed the book she'd been trying to read and tossed it onto the slate floor of the terrace. It was no use. She couldn't concentrate. On anything. The last few days had dragged like molasses. Tiresome. Boring. Painful. No matter what else she'd tried to do there were no distractions. Always, her thoughts returned to Chuck-And she felt mortified.
"So this is where you've been hiding yourself." Hannah waddled out onto the porch, cocked her head to one side and clucked at Steffie. "It's not right, a pretty young thing like you keeping to yourself day after day. What's the matter, child? What are you doing down in the dumps?"
Steffie sighed and set the glider into slow motion with her foot. "It's nothing, Hannah. I'll be all right. Really." She wished she could believe her own words.
"I got some news I bet'll perk you up." Hannah grinned, revealing a wide space between her two front teeth. "Your mama's just invited your future in-laws to come for dinner this Saturday night. And of course, it goes without saying that your future intended will also be present."
"What?" Steffie leaped up out of the seat and stared, wild-eyed into Hannah's confused face. "When was all this decided?"
"Just this morning. Naturally, you were still asleep-"
Steffie didn't hear the rest of Hannah's sentence. She was too busy running into the house.
She located her mother, seated in the sun porch, embroidering the border of a pillow slip.
Mrs. Martin tried to hide her work behind her. "You weren't supposed to see this, Stephanie, dear." She lowered her eyelids and smiled modestly. "I'm making a surprise for your trousseau."
"What's this I hear about Evan and his parents coming here for dinner, Saturday night?" Steffie raged. "Why wasn't I told? Why wasn't I consulted?"
Mrs. Martin regarded her daughter with amazement. "What in the world has gotten into you?" Her tone revealed honest concern. "Don't you know anything about proper etiquette? It's only fitting that the bride's parents invite the groom's parents to dinner, so the engagement becomes official. I should think you'd be pleased."
Steffie turned and ran from the room, afraid that if she remained a moment longer she'd say something that she'd regret later. Her legs carried her swiftly through the kitchen, out the back door and down to the garage.
There was no more time to play the waiting game, she realized. Today was Tuesday. Evan would arrive on Saturday. That was a very short time in which to win Chuck back from Linda and convince him to take her away. For good.
She felt her own pressure now, more than ever. She felt like she was going to bust open from all the pain that was involved with what was going on around her. Now, she realized that she was living three lives. Each one of them was important to her. Each one was something different to her, but which of the three was real.
There was Evan. Calm, smooth Evan. He was coming to take her. Then there was Chuck. He wasn't doing too much of anything that seemed like a sound move in her direction.
Then, of course there was her darling Eion, that she didn't know if it would ever come true.
Why couldn't they all just leave her alone and stop trying to bend her into what they believed was right for her. Only she could know for sure. And right now, even she wasn't to sure of the whole thing.
She needed time to figure it all out. But yet there was no time left.
She thought about them one by one. And as always her thoughts froze on her Eion. Her god, her master. He was the one that she wished that she could turn Chuck into. Then, there would be no problem, she would do what she was told, as his slave. She would be a good and willing slave. She would do what she was told to without question.
She slowly, brought her hand up to her breast and felt the warmth of her own flesh.
Then she thought of Eion.
Then she thought of Chuck.
Then she thought of them as one person. After all Chuck possessed all the strength that Eion did. She just needed to offer herself to him, needed to show him that she was the answer to his own need. He needed to dominate women. She was a woman and willing.
She loved being his prisoner , being tied in a position that made her helpless. Loved being in the clothes that he would make her wear.
She was willing, now all she had to do was have him take it.
She felt the leather collar around her neck, even as she thought about him. The restraints were perfect, in quality. They were made for a slave.
She was tied, bound and helpless. The leather of her neck band was tied securely to a center ring, her arms were bound in their own restraints that kept her arms at her side.
The ring around her left tit clung to her skin and made her want to scream out in pain. But she didn't. She knew better than that, that would displease her master.
If only she could move. Then, it wouldn't be so bad. If there were some way so that she could adjust her body, so that it was more comfortable. But she knew that it was impossible.
There was nothing that she could do that would make it feel any better than it did. But then, the thought of being his, so totally his, made it worth wile.
"Oh, baby, it hurts," she'd cry.
"It's supposed to you stupid fucking cunt." He'd snapped at her. But even though his words were hard, his love was hard, she knew in her heart that he loved her. That he was only doing what was best for her. He knew better. The master knew better.
Her nipple was pulling more than she though possible. She was frightened that the weight that was pulling on it would tear it off her body.
But still, she didn't utter a complaint. She knew that he knew better. She knew that he would not do anything that would hurt her. Nothing that would give her permanent damage. He loved to inflict pain on her, but he also loved her body, he wouldn't do anything to hurt it.
She wouldn't give up this for anything in the world.
Except maybe Chuck.
Or maybe Evan.
She didn't know, but she knew that she had to find out.
She drove recklessly, not caring about the police, not caring necessarily even about her own life. Burning rubber squealed around every curve in the road and tiny pebbles flew in all directions as Steffie gunned the motor and raced her convertible along.
The heat in Bayville seemed more oppressive than anywhere else on Long Island. Steffie slowed down for a red light at the intersection and glanced in both directions, trying to remember where that bar was. She spotted what she thought was a familiar row of stores and turned right.
She parked the car in front of the bar and got out quickly, without bothering to remove they keys from the ignition. Chuck had to be inside, she told herself. He just had to be. Or else she would go to pieces right there in front of everyone.
She caught sight of both of them at the same time, seated at the far end of the bar. Taking a deep breath for courage, Steffie strode the length of the room, until she stood directly behind Chuck and Linda.
"Anybody want to buy a girl a drink?" Her voice was high-pitched with tension.
Both of them spun around, startled. Linda glowered. Chuck smiled broadly.
"Hi stranger," he drawled, patting her arm affectionately. We were beginning to think you'd disappeared forever."
"You mean, 'hope', " Linda added venomously. "Troublemaker."
"Cut it out, baby," Chuck warned the redhead. To Steffie he said, "It's nice to see you. What are you drinking?"
"Gin and tonic," Steffie answered, trying to console herself with the thought that the worst was over. She'd found him. He was still interested in her. And Linda hadn't clawed her eyes out-yet.
Chuck ordered a round of drinks for the three of them and Steffie busied herself making small talk until the liquor arrived. She knew that Linda was sitting there, burning with anger. But as a woman, Steffie also knew that Linda would do her best to maintain her composure and conceal her jealousy from both of them. Steffie was counting on these facts to work in her behalf.
They sipped their drinks amidst sporadic bursts of strained conversation.
"How about another?" Chuck offered when the glasses were empty.
"Weren't we just leaving, honey?" Linda reminded him pointedly.
"I don't see what the big rush is," Chuck complained.
"Going someplace?" Steffie's voice lifted. She felt the effects of the alcohol spreading along her nervous system and making her brave. "Why don't you take me along, too? I'm not busy today."
"We were going to Chuck's apartment."
"How nice." Steffie pretended to be unaware of Linda's resentment. "I've never seen Chuck's apartment."
Chuck smiled wickedly. A devilish gleam in his eyes reflected his thoughts. "Are you serious?" he asked Steffie, his tone intimately soft. "The three of us-In my apartment?"
"I have no objections, if it's okay with you two." Steffie forced the words out quickly before she had a chance to think. She'd worry about later, later, she told herself. Right now, the important thing was not to let Chuck out of her sight.
"What do you say, Linda?" Chuck's question was a direct challenge.
"Nothing scares me. You know that." Linda smiled knowingly. "I'm just wondering if this little girl can take it."
"Why don't you let 'this little girl' find out for herself?" Steffie suggested.
"I'll drink to that." Chuck raised his glass, .to signal the bartender.
"Make mine a double, please," Steffie added.
"All I've got to offer you is beer and gin," Chuck called from the kitchen of his shabby, three-room apartment, located above a run-down delicatessen.
That's what you think, Steffie said to herself. Aloud, she called out, "Beer's fine with me," trying not to let her nervousness show.
"I'll take the gin," Linda drawled, tossing her pocketbook onto a rickety table.
Chuck re-entered the living room a moment later carrying several bottles. "Go get the glasses Linda, will you?"
"Since when do we use glasses around here?" the girl whined incredulously.
"Move it," Chuck snapped. Immediately, he softened his expression into a warm smile and directed it toward Steffie. "Come on, honey. Sit down next to me on the sofa and tell me what you've been doing with yourself since I saw you last week." He winked.
Steffie accepted the invitation without thinking twice. Seating herself beside him on an old, overstuffed couch she snuggled into Chuck's waiting arms, wild with relief; thrilled,, beyond measure to be near him again.
"I missed you," he whispered and kissed her lightly on the ear.
Steffie slid her mouth across his, to tell him that she felt the same way.
"Well, ain't this the prettiest picture," Linda scowled from the doorway. "And what am I supposed to do, make like the maid?"
"This side's for you." Chuck patted the empty pillow next to him with his free hand. "Take it or leave it."
Linda shrugged and carried the glasses across the room. She set them down atop the chipped coffee table next to the bottles. "Who's pouring? I'm working up one helluva thirst."
"You pour," Chuck said, giving Steffie a secret squeeze, hidden from Linda's view. "Beer for Steffie, gin for me. You can have whatever you want."
"Thanks a heap." Linda dumped a generous shot of gin into a tumbler and emptied it in a matter of seconds. "If I had to stay sober around this guy I'd go out of my mind," she explained, wiping her shining lips with the back of her hand.
Steffie recoiled inwardly at the girl's crudeness, but she accepted the glass of beer without letting her feelings show. Her eyes widened though, when she saw Linda fumble rapidly with the buttons on her blouse, take it off and toss it onto a nearby chair.
"It's warm in here," Linda said to no one in particular, a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Besides, I've been seen with a lot less on than this. Isn't that right, Chuck?" She curled up beside him and kissed him lightly on the chin.
He reached around over Linda's shoulder and covered one breast with the palm of his hand. "Come on girls, no fighting. Let's all be friends."
Steffie felt an urge to leap up and run out. Now, before it was too late. Before the inevitable happened. Instead, she slid off her shoes and curled her feet beneath her on the sofa. There was no sense in kidding herself, she realized. She'd do anything to have this boy. Anything at all.
"We all gonna sit around like a bunch of old ladies?" Linda stood abruptly, lowered the zipper at the side of her slacks and pulled the material open. "Come on, Steffie," she said, daringly. "As long as we're here why don't we give Chuck a few laughs. He loves to laugh." She turned toward him and ran her tongue across her lips. "Don't you, handsome?"
"I'm sure you girls will be able to keep me happy." Chuck crossed his arms and propped his feet up on the coffee table. "I'll leave it all to you."
"Did you hear that, Steffie?" Linda slid out of her slacks and hurried around the coffee table to stand directly in front of the sofa. "On your feet, girl. We've got to entertain the king." She leaned down, grabbed Steffie by the wrists and yanked her to a standing position.
Steffie stood, numb, as skilled fingers undid the buttons on her blouse and removed it. Instinctively her hands leaped to cover the tops of her breasts.
"Not fair. No hiding," Linda announced in words slurred and thickened with alcohol. She hurried around behind Steffie, reached down to grab the hem of her skirt and lifted the material up high, revealing all. "Pretty picture, don't you think, Chuck?"
Steffie tried to push the material back down toward her knees. She bumped against Linda and both girls tumbled to the threadbare rug.
In a second, Linda had straddled Steffie's chest and pinned her against the floor. "Okay," she called over her shoulder to Chuck, "come and get it."
Chuck pushed the coffee table aside with the heel of his shoe and walked toward them.
Linda's heaving breasts blocked Steffie's view, but a moment later there was no need for sight. She felt Chuck's hands guide her skirt up over her knees, above her thighs, and bunch the material up around her waist. In the silence that followed, she felt certain that he must be looking at the view before him, appraising the sight of the lower half of her body naked, except for sheer panties that hid nothing.
"Getting an eyeful, buster?" Linda questioned sarcastically. "You know you've seen better. I certainly know it."
Chuck didn't bother to answer. He sank to his knees and pressed his palms against the insides of Steffie's quivering thighs, spreading them wide. Slowly, maddeningly he slid his hands upward along the smooth flesh until his thumbs met her cunt lips.
Steffie squirmed with delight at his touch. She felt one of his hands suddenly disappear. A moment later it unexpectedly came into sight closing rhythmically over one of Linda's breasts, squeezing the nipple, fondling the soft, yielding flesh.
"As long as we're going to do this, we might as well do it right," Linda decided aloud, as she climbed off Steffie's body. "Let's go into the bedroom."
If Steffie had been inclined to refuse, the influence of Chuck's hands tugging her eagerly toward a standing position would have been more than enough to change her mind. She allowed herself to be led toward the other room, hardly daring to imagine what lay in store for her.
Inside the bedroom, Chuck reached around to unfasten the hooks on Steffie's brassiere. In a moment he had her naked to the waist and groaning with delight as his eager mouth suckled one breast and then the other and set her flesh to violent throbbing.
She was only vaguely aware of his hands at the waistline of her skirt, fumbling with clasps, coaxing the material away, forcing it down into a crumbled heap around her ankles.
"I wish somebody would give me that kind of attention," Linda complained from where she stood at the foot of the bed. When her words brought no response she shrugged and started to undress herself.
"Wait for me here," Chuck whispered as he set Steffie down at the edge of the mattress. Quickly, impatiently, he began to tug off his own clothes.
Steffie lay back on the pillows, her body vibrating with anticipation and need. She watched Linda slide out of her panties and stand stark naked in the middle of the room. Linda's huge, globular breasts seemed to glow in the faint light from an overhead bulb. Steffie could understand readily why Chuck was reluctant to discard the girl. The competition was keen, Steffie realized, but the prize was worth any sacrifice.
Steffie sat up suddenly and reached for the string hanging from the light fixture.
"Don't do that," Linda warned. "Chuck-likes to see everything that goes on. Don't you, honey?"
"You bet I do." The edge of the mattress dipped beneath the weight of his knee as he crawled onto the bed.
Steffie lay still, clad only in her panties, waiting to find out what was going to happen next. As Chuck's smiling face came into view just above her own, she stretched her arms out eagerly toward him and melted into the kiss.
That was all it took. Steffie knew she was prepared for anything. Every inch of her body rippled with readiness, screaming for closer, more intimate contact, writhing with a lust she could no longer control-Eager for experiences she could hardly imagine.
Suddenly, another head hit the pillow beside her. "Mind if I watch?" Linda asked, dryly.
Without taking his lips from Steffie's mouth, Chuck reached across to fondle one of Linda's upturned breasts. With knowledge gained from long experience his fingers stroked her tender flesh expertly and then moved downward slowly, teasingly, seeking the perfect point of contact. Probing-Exploring-Inflicting exquisite torture upon her undulating body.
A gasp of delight from Linda's throat announced that Chuck's fingers had found their way to her clit. Now both girls were at his disposal. At his mercy.
Chuck looked over and read the pleading expression in Linda's eyes. He seemed pleased with his ability to render her helpless. Playfully he pinched her breast and brushed his lips over an erect nipple.
Chuck lay on his back and guided the girls into position, arranging them so that they stretched themselves out along his muscular body. With one hand he coaxed Linda's head toward his thighs. With the other, he reached for Steffie's breast.
Linda pulled herself into a half-kneeling position and began to crawl down along his body, mouthing his cock hungrily.
Chuck gasped and rocked madly from side to side, pulling Steffie back and forth with him. His fingers dug into the softness of her buttocks and moved onward to set her flesh afire.
Steffie crawled up higher on the bed, raised her body from the mattress and allowed Chuck's touch to travel where it would. Her flesh was damp, her limbs taut and straining. She needed more than just loveplay, she knew. And soon.
As if reading her thoughts, Chuck freed his cock from Linda's mouth, forced Steffie onto her back and held her flat against the mattress, with the weight of his own body.
"Come on, Linda, do your stuff," he ordered, nodding vaguely toward the foot of the bed.
"Aw, Chuck," Linda protested.
"Now!" His tone left no room for disagreement.
Steffie felt long fingernails dig into her calves. Before she knew what had happened, a wild, paralyzing sensation had centered at the base of her belly and begun to convulse her body with short, spasmodic motions of pleasure.
Chuck shifted his position, reached down and grasped beneath Steffie's twitching thighs, digging into them with his fingers, drawing them further apart.
Steffie was lost now in the fury of her own excitement. Gurgling softly, she jabbed her hips back and forth, seeking to intensify this new, thrilling contact. Her fingers clutched the air, seeking the added pleasure of Chuck's flesh.
He adjusted himself on the bed and stretched full-length beside them, his gaze riveted to the sight of Linda's wild red hair tumbling down her naked flesh.
Steffie's hand found Chuck's thigh and curled around it, urging him closer. Now, the bucking, heaving chain of sensuality was complete.
Then, suddenly, Steffie's blissful rise toward fulfillment was interrupted.
Linda sat back on her haunches, surveyed the duo in front of her and climbed over Steffie's leg to get to Chuck. "My turn," she said, coaxing him onto his back and hopping astride his flexing torso.
Her eyes shut tight, her lips drawn back against her teeth, Linda crouched low over him forcing his still erect weapon into her pussy. Rapidly, hungrily, she rocked herself back and forth, up and down, shuddering visibly, straining her cunt toward orgasm.
Steffie watched with wide, excited eyes. Linda and Chuck were so possessed by their passion they seemed to have forgotten about her.
Inflamed by what she saw, what she'd done, what had been done to her, Steffie grabbed Linda by the shoulders and pushed her away.
' Linda started to fight back but Chuck forced the girls apart, setting himself firmly, authoritatively between them.
"No problem," he announced. "Just do what I tell you."
Steffie allowed herself to be placed on her side. Fighting to catch her breath she watched while Chuck lay back down flat on his back and settled Linda into a sitting position astride his cock. In a moment, Linda's soft moans of pleasure thickened the air as she began to rock once more, obsessed with need, lost in heated frenzy.
"Now you come over here to me," Chuck ordered, guiding Steffie's knee across his broad chest.
Immediately, Steffie understood what he wanted and positioned herself to satisfy them both. As Linda rocked behind her, Steffie thrust her cunt toward Chuck's waiting mouth and felt his arms look around her hips.
Her own throat was dry and paralyzed. Warm sweat ran, tickling over her shoulders, moistening her breasts.
Again, the three of them were lost in their pursuit of pleasure ... racing closer toward that perfect, liberating moment ... galloping to the point when they would all release their juice. The thrills that coursed through their separate bodies seemed to leap across their limbs, webbing together until the three of them became almost like one entity, obsessed with one single searing irresistible goal.
Linda stiffened first, reaching behind quickly to grab Chuck's knees and pull them up tighter against her back.
Stirred by her sharp feeling of ecstasy, Chuck buried his tongue into the creamy flesh of Steffie's cunt and pulled her even tighter to him.
Steffie rocked forward and grabbed for the headboard in the deepest recesses of her pussy and spread, fan-like to reduce her to writhing, grasping.
The three of them lay side by side in bed, smoking, silently exhausted.
"Anybody want another drink?" Linda was the first to find her voice.
"I'll take one," Chuck said, tiredly.
"Not for me." Steffie shook her head. She had other things on her mind. She wanted Chuck alone. Just the two of them. Her cunt had been satisfied but only temporarily, she knew. He had introduced her to a new, exotic path toward fulfillment but that wasn't enough. She wanted to feel him on top of her, ramming that cock home, fucking her in the simplest, most direct pleasurable manner ... and without a third party to dilute the fun.
She waited until Linda had left the room. "I've got to speak to you," Steffie whispered, curling against his damp body.
"Who's stopping you?" Chuck smiled tiredly.
"Alone" Steffie insisted.
"I can't dump Linda now," he went on. "I'm supposed to take her out tonight."
"Well how about afterward, then? I don't care how late that is," Steffie added. And she meant it. Without Linda around, she felt confident that she could convince Chuck that the two of them were just perfect for each other .... on a permanent basis. "I promise you won't be sorry," she wrinkled her nose playfully. "I'll meet you anywhere you say."
"Okay, " Chuck nodded. "Come back here about midnight."
"Alone?"
"Alone." He grinned.
Steffie sank back onto the pillows and allowed her body to go limp with fatigue and relief.
CHAPTER NINE
She allowed the shower spray to run full strength over her naked body. Steffie closed her eyes and sighed contentedly as she felt the warmth of the water begin to ease the ache in her limbs. Her body seemed played out. Her flesh, bruised and tired. Yet she knew she must regain her strength. She would need it, later on this evening.
The thought of being alone with Chuck in his apartment sent icy shivers along her spine, despite the warm water cascading over her. Steffie reached for the cake of soap and started to work a bubbling lather up over her glistening body. Despite her fatigue she felt confident that there'd always be a little more energy left for Chuck. That kind of work was really play, she thought, giggling to herself. In fact, it was her favorite game.
Her fingers traced a languid path down over her breasts, across her belly and to the spot where Chuck had lavished his attention. A tingle of anticipation fluttered over her flesh, along with the soap bubbles.
Chuck would save her from a life of boring respectability, she promised herself. She would convince him that he needed her. She would use her mind, her body, all the resources at her disposal until Chuck committed himself. And if she knew Chuck, Steffie decided, he wouldn't be too hard to persuade.
The hands on the clock seemed to be standing still. Taunting her. Steffie turned her back on them and paced the length of her bedroom. It was ridiculous to count minutes, she told herself as she lit a fresh cigarette with the butt of her last one. Her time would come though. Her time with Chuck.
Steffie passed the full-length mirror and resolved not to check her appearance again. She looked fine, she assured herself for the tenth time. Chuck would like her in the short green skirt and clinging jersey top that she wore. The outfit was simple and created an aura of provocative innocence. The kind of clothing that men wanted to take off. Soon ... soon...
Her sandals carried her soundlessly across the thick green carpet, retracing their steps over and over.
She took a deep breath.
She told herself to stay calm but she knew it was no use. So much depended on the outcome of this next encounter. What would she do if Chuck wasn't home when she arrived? What would she do if he turned her down?
She mustn't think such negative thoughts, Steffie warned herself. If Chuck disappointed her she'd be lost, she knew. And so the answer was simple. She must make him agree to be hers.
The waiting became unbearable. Steffie crushed out the stub of her cigarette, grabbed her keys and ran out of her room. Better to arrive early than to lose her mind trying to be patient, she decided.
"Stephanie, is that you?" Doctor Martin's voice called from the library.
"Yes, dad. What do you want? I'm on my way out."
"I was just wondering where you were going." Her father appeared suddenly in the entrance foyer, a medical journal tucked under his arm. "It's eleven thirty, you know."
"I know, dad." Steffie forced herself to stand still. "I'm on my way to the club," she lied. "Didn't mother tell you?"
"I don't remember her mentioning it."
"She must have forgotten." Steffie edged toward the door. If he delayed her another moment she was going to scream. "Got to run now," she said, and hurried out into the night.
The road to Bayville seemed twice it's usual length, Steffie had to use every bit of her self-control not to take the curves on two wheels. She knew she was exceeding the speed limit, as it was, but she couldn't help herself. She had to get to Chuck. Her whole future depended upon him. This was no casual evening's outing.
The ride was becoming increasingly more unbearable. Though she continued to drive faster with each passing moment she seemed to be going nowhere. Her whole being seemed to be suspended in the darkness of a void. She was suddenly very much aware of her body. The passions inside of her were becoming uncontrollable. Already her love juice was flowing in anticipation of being with him. The lust inside of her became a searing pain. She felt she couldn't stand it any more. Why wasn't the car moving any faster?
Steffie was becoming delirious with pain. Her fever wracked brain began slipping her into a fantasy world. She saw herself in a completely white room, lit up with hot, bright lights. The lights only increased her already unbearable sexual desires. Feeling a presence behind her she whirls around to find standing there the imposing figure of a man, completely covered from head to toe in skin-hugging black leather.
Steffie could do nothing but stare. She was powerless to speak or move. He was an imposing figure: over six feet tall and very muscular. It was Eion, though he had not yet spoken.
Steffie's eyes were transfixed on him. Her eyes wandered to his groin. Standing proudly erect was his massive man-root, the only part of his body not covered. Steffie began to burn with both lust and fear. She found it difficult to stand she was so weak from her desire.
Eion slowly approached her and took her in his strong hands. Steffie was trembling with passion. She begged him to fuck her, to fuck her until she was screaming out in pain. She was only aware of the burning in her body and the massive love-machine of Eion.
Eion carried her to the center of the room.
They were surrounded by the hot, white lights, the heat was to much for her to bear. She was completely out of touch as to what was happening to her. She began whimpering and crying out in her sensual fever. She wanted Eion's cock in her wet, burning pussy, in her mouth, between her large, soft breasts. She thought she would die in want of it.
Steffie was suddenly aware of what Eion was doing to her. With quick, business-like movements he began placing her voluptuous body in an elaborate torture device. His strength was overpowering, she could not fight him. He forced her head into a kind of vice in which she was unable to scream out due to the pressure on her lower jaw. Also part of this device was a curved length of steel, curved to about shoulder level. Attached to each end were two metal rings. Eion forced Steffie's arms through the rings and, for all intents and purposes, left her body immobile in this "scare crow" position. He then attached to her ankles a pair of irons connected together with a length of an iron bar making it impossible for her to move her legs.
Through all this Steffie felt no fear only a burning lust that was devouring her luscious body. Her itching pussy was foaming with her love juice. She could only moan her desire, for there was no relief in store for her.
Eion continued fitting her into his device. Attached to the ankle bar was a heavy link chain with a rough, metal cup device that he began placing into position over her creamy, mossy jewel. The cold, rought metal hurt her burning and overly sensitive flesh. She could only moan more loudly. Her desire was rampant.
Eion then began placing a belt like device below her breasts, attached to which were two triangular pieces of wood, digging into and forcing her breasts upward. He then tied her thumbs to each end of a leather string.
The taunt piece of leather was then stretched across her already painfully uplifted tits. The pain Steffie was suffering was almost too much for the human body to bear. But beneath the agony she was suffering lay the seedling of sensual enjoyment, and she felt its warmth spreading throughout her body.
Steffie began moaning and screaming out in her desire. Suddenly she realized she was only dreaming. Oh, how she lusted for Chuck, she couldn't stand it any longer. In a few minutes she arrived at his apartment
She parked across the street and looked up at the windows over the delicatessen. Lights burned in all of them. Steffie turned the motor off and chewed her fingernail nervously. Was he alone, she wondered. Not-likely. In that case, what was he doing? It didn't take much imagination to guess. But with the lights on? Yes, he liked it that way.
A seething resentment boiled within her at the thought of Chuck and Linda together, upstairs. If their activities were as she had imagined, Steffie realized, her job was going to be that much more difficult. A man could only take so much. Even Chuck was human. No matter, she decided. She'd stay the night, if necessary. Nothing was more important. Least of all, her reputation.
The clock on the dashboard read eleven-forty. Steffie felt as if she were being split in half. Two forces worked simultaneously within her. One urged her to run upstairs right now. This instant. The other cautioned Steffie not to arrive early. Not to appear over-anxious. Not to run the risk of creating an embarrassing situation.
"Embarrassing?" She spoke her thought aloud and laughed at the irony of it. After what she'd been through was she going to allow the possibility of embarrassment to restrain her? Not a chance. Tonight was too important.
She got out of the car and hurried across the street, searching through her mind for something to say in case Chuck wasn't alone when he opened the door. A sudden smile of assurance sneaked across her features. She wouldn't say anything. Steffie decided. She would let her presence speak for itself. After all, she was expected. If Linda were there and realized that fact, chances were she'd get the message that Chuck had other interests going for him behind her back.
Steffie laughed softly. Nothing would give her more pleasure, she knew, than to witness the fight that would bring about the separation between Linda and Chuck. How fortunate that she would be right there to take Linda's place.
Admittedly she felt smug as she climbed the stairs toward Chuck's apartment. Her mood changed quickly though, as the sound of many loud voices reached her ears. She paused in front of his door straining to hear what was going on inside. It sounded like a party.
Chuck was supposed to be waiting for her by himself, Steffie thought angrily. He had promised.
The door suddenly swung open. "Well, hello there," the boy grinned across the threshold, eyeing her from top to toe.
Startled, Steffie nodded briefly. Vaguely, she remembered the boys face from the bar. Perhaps he'd been one of her dancing partners. It wasn't important enough to dwell upon, she decided and stepped inside.
The little apartment was filled with people.
Steffie looked around the living room, searching eagerly for Chuck's face. In one disquieting moment she became aware of two facts. Conversation had slowed while people stared at her. Also, she was the only girl in sight.
"I'm looking for Chuck," she said immediately to the boy from the door who had crossed to stand next to her.
A snicker passed around the room.
He's ... he's expecting me," she stammered.
The snicker turned into a knowing community laugh.
"That way," a tall, surly young man said, pointing toward a closed door.
Steffie's gaze followed his outstretched hand and suddenly she realized what everyone had found so funny. Chuck was in the bedroom. She didn't have to ask why.
Boiling mad, she stormed across the room pushing her way between muscular bodies that made no effort to clear a path for her. She burst into the bedroom and gasped.
Linda and Chuck were sprawled across the bed, busily engaged in violent fucking.
"I'm so glad we had an appointment," Steffie blurted, cheeks burning with fury.
The pair separated and stared at her, momentarily dumbfounded.
"What the hell is she doing here?" Linda growled.
Chuck opened his mouth as if he were about to speak, but words did not come out. He looked bewildered, dizzy. Confusion and arousal had shaped his features into an approximation of idiocy.
"I was invited," Steffie snapped, unable to control her anger. She felt the frustration and apprehension forcing her forward. Wild-eyed and furious, she approached, "I'm the one who should be asking what you're doing here," she went on, gathering momentum. She turned her gaze to Chuck and narrowed her eyes. "Is this your idea of a joke? I can understand finding that in your apartment," she nodded in Linda's direction. "But who invited the whole gang in the living room?"
'They're our friends." Linda said.
"Enough of this." Chuck came to his senses suddenly and pulled himself toward the edge of the bed. "This is my apartment and I'll do as I damn-well please. You got that? Both of you? His eyes darted threateningly from one girl to the other.
Linda sank back onto the bed, not bothering to cover her nakedness.
Steffie shrank to frightened silence. The wind had been knocked out of her sails. In place of her anger, her thoughts returned to focus on the reasons for which she had come.
Nothing had changed on that score. She still wanted Chuck. But how was she supposed to get to him when he was surrounded by an audience?
"That's better. Chuck stood up and walked, naked to Steffie. "As you can see, I wasn't expecting you for a little while, yet," he laughed at his own feeble joke. "But that doesn't mean you're not welcome." His hands moved forward, cupped her shoulder and drew Steffie toward him.
She wanted to resist. To tell him to get rid of everybody else in the apartment first. To assure him that once they were alone she'd do whatever he wanted. Anything. Everything ... but as soon as his mouth closed over hers, all free will disintegrated. She sagged against him and felt his need stir her cunt into urgent, pulsating life.
His hands slid down over her back and settled onto the soft rise of her ass. Steffie undulated her belly against his. Her head swam, giddy from the closeness of his body.
She widened her lips to accommodate the darting action of his tongue and sighed as his fingers lifted the back of her skirt until his palms flattened against her panties. In a second, his fingers dove beneath the material and probed the secret, burning lips of her cunt.
"The hell with this!" Linda's sharp voice broke the spell and jolted them apart.
"Come on now, don't give me a hard time, Linda," Chuck said. "You know I can take care of both of you."
"Once in awhile is fun and games, but I don't give three way scenes for a permanent diet."
"Since when did you get modest?" Steffie chided, hoping to fan the flames of Linda's anger. She couldn't wait to see the girl get up and storm out of the apartment. She could practically hear the redhead screaming at Chuck that she never wanted to see him again as long as she lived. That would be music to Steffie's ears.
"Shut your mouth, bitch, or I'll shut it for you," Linda snarled through clenched teeth.
"That's going to take a lot of doing," Steffie snapped back, not knowing where the words had come from. Steffie was shocked at her own outburst. Yet, at the same time, totally pleased with herself. She was willing to fight. Fight for what she wanted, and Chuck was what she wanted, exactly what she had always wanted, only never knew.
She wanted to be in that room with him. Just Chuck and Steffie, no one else, especially Linda. Steffie couldn't understand why Chuck had chosen her instead of a girl with more vitality, with more of an intellect. What was it about this stupid red-haired bitch that turned him on. She had a love-hole that was perhaps bigger than the Atlantic Ocean" she thought to herself. "So what, I can have the same thing. All I need is enough experience."
Steffie was now angry with herself for comparing her amorous qualities to that of a tramp. She was out to get Linda. She didn't like her, not anything about her. She couldn't stand the way she flaunted her body around the fucking place, not with Chuck, not with anyone. She just wasn't going to let Linda have Chuck, that was all there was to it.
Steffie stared into Chuck's face. She didn't quite understand his expression. He seemed torn between the two of them. What was he worried about, she was the best choice. Steffie knew she was.
Suddenly, Steffie saw Eion, once again standing in front of her. "What you gonna feel this time, honey" he asked her inquisitively. She let her mind wonder for a moment and quickly gazed at Linda.
"I'm going to kill that stupid red-headed, cock-socking bitch" she answered with assurance. She then surmised that she would literally have to fight.
"Would Chuck stand up for me?" she asked herself. The answer was not really an answer for she couldn't figure it. She didn't know him all that well. All she knew was that she enjoyed looking at him, at the gorgeous body of his.
Steffie saw Eion now talking with Chuck. In one quick moment Eion had grabbed Steffie and Chuck had grabbed Linda. The two of them were now being tortured. They were to experience what it felt like to enjoy each other.
Steffie couldn't understand all this. She hated Linda. Why was Eion making her enjoy Linda's body.
Steffie and Linda were tied together, Steffie on bottom, Linda on top. The ropes were tied around their breasts. Steffie's breasts were now being cradled with Linda's knees, as tightly as they could be. In Linda's mouth was a dildo that had been used years ago, and was rotten with age.
The sweat was pouring from Linda's breasts and into Steffie's mouth. She couldn't stand it. She just couldn't bear the fact that she would be made to have sex with this bitch.
Steffie could hear Linda talking, but she didn't know what she was saying or to whom the conversation was directed.
Trouble, looking for trouble. Now she knew that all eyes were on her. Linda was out to get her and she had to fight, she was not going to to lose Chuck.
"You're looking for trouble," Linda warned.
"And you're on your way out!" Steffie felt herself redden with fury. Nobody spoke to her in that tone of voice and got away with it. Least of all, a stupid slut like Linda.
"All right, girls. Let's just settle down and get back to work, huh?" Chuck tried to make light of the situation.
"No dice." Linda shook her head vehemently. "It's either her or me. Make up your mind."
Chuck paused for a moment, as if trying to reach a wise decision. His eyes leaped between the girls.
Steffie trembled. She wondered if, in his head he were making comparisons. She wondered if he were weighing Linda's attributes against hers. It wasn't fair. Linda had so much longer to make an impression on him.
"I guess I'll just have to let you girls settle the matter between yourselves." Chuck's face suddenly lit up with an amused grin.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Steffie questioned.
"A fight to the finish." Chuck stepped back and leaned casually against the wall. "The winner gets me."
Steffie stared, unable to believe what she'd just heard. Was she an animal? Were they all animals? Was jungle law, survival of the fittest actually going to enter her life?
An insane fury swept through Steffie's brain with lightening speed, providing a strength and determination she never knew she possessed. Shrieking obscenities, she lunged forward, dug her fingernails into Linda's cheeks and clawed the flesh there.
And ear-splitting wail pierced the air but Steffie paid no mind. She was blind with rage, possessed with the need to destroy. As Linda's hands flew to her face, Steffie seized her advantage, tackled the girl and sent her crashing to the wooden floor.
Steffie straddled the naked body and beat at it with her fists. Linda lifted her hands as if to strike back. Steffie slapped the redhead hard across the face ... sharp, crackling sounds.
Linda's jaws snapped together and she tried to roll away, to avoid the painful blows raining down upon her from above.
Consumed by uncontrollable violence, Steffie grabbed a handful of red hair and snapped Linda's head down against the floor, banging her skull hard. Linda's eyes bulged out of their sockets, and began to glaze over.
Grunting savagely, Steffie slid her hands down throat, imprisoned the pulsating neck between her fingers and started to squeeze.
"That's enough!" Chuck's hands encircled Steffie's waist and lifted her up off Linda's shuddering body. "I guess we know who the winner is tonight. Wouldn't you say so, fellas?"
The raucous, laughing assent of several voices snapped Steffie's attention across the room. Instinctively, her arms flew upward trying vainly to conceal her breasts. The bedroom door was open and the archway there, crowded with gawking male faces, eyeing her nakedness.
She had no idea how long they had been there, how much they had seen. She whirled in Chuck's direction and tried to hide behind him, begging him without words to shield her, protect her.
Chuck stepped back and away, laughing openly at the entire situation. "Fellas, I'd like you to meet my new girl," he announced, hardly able to control his voice.
"You can go to hell!" Steffie heard a loud, high pitched voice scream in Chuck's direction. She could hardly believe that the hysterical sound was her own. "You're an animal. You're all animals. Filthy and disgusting. I hate you!"
She threw herself face down on the bed, her body convulsed with sobs. The tension and pressure of the last few days seemed to pour out of her along with her tears. Something deep and basic inside of her had settle itself and an ordeal was over. She cried as much with relief as in sorrow.
"What are you crying about, for heaven's sake?" Chuck's voice trembled with irritation, "the fight's over. You won, baby."
"Won what?" Steffie turned her head and glared up at him.
Chuck looked at her incredulously. "Me. What else? That's what you wanted, wasn't it? That's what you were fighting for. You realize that don't you?"
"I must have been crazy," Steffie's voice faded to a whisper. "I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole. You're dirt." She curled her lip in disgust. "I don't want any part of you. If you'll just get me something to wear, I'm leaving."
The amused smile in Chuck's eyes turned mean. "That's what you think." His tone was soft, threatening. He glanced briefly toward the group of boys who were shuffling silently into the room. "We're not through with you yet. Not by a long shot."
CHAPTER TEN
Steffie felt her chest tighten with horror as she understood the meaning of Chuck's words. As they registered in her head. At once she felt both on fire with desire and at the same time frightened to death.
At last she was going to find out which of her three worlds were real. Now at last because of her own doing, it couldn't have been any other way, she was going to get what she had always wanted. Or at least what she always thought she wanted.
She glanced over at Linda, who sat huddled in a chair, whimpering softly. Behind her the group of boys inched forward in Steffie's direction, eyes wide and cruel.
Now she knew that there was no way out. It was going to happen to her. Chuck was going to have the boys take care of her. She wanted it with every fiber of her body, But couldn't accept it. There was no way that she could bring her two or her three worlds together at this moment.
But damn it she thought to herself at last she was going to be forced into making her mind up as to what she wanted.
At last the choice was going to be taken from her. That was the very thing that she had wanted for so long now. And now instead of being frightened and scared and upset she should just find out if she could enjoy it. If she did enjoy it.
Soon she would find out and there would be no way out this time she knew.
In a .attempt to get herself ready for what was going to happen she tried to clear her mind. Of everything that didn't have to do with her world with Eion. The man of her dreams was going to direct her rape.
Only Eion was real now, and his name was Chuck.
Slowly she thought back on the fondest memories, the ones in the beginning, when Eion was training her to be his slave.
She had gone to him in answer to an ad in one of the sex papers.
He was handsome and strong and she liked him from the very beginning.
She knew from the way he looked at her that he was a dominate man that would be able to take care of her hungry needs.
"Strip," he demanded, slamming his arm down on the desk.
She obeyed him without, a second thought. He was telling her what to do right from the very beginning. And she was doing what she was told.
After he had her strip, she had to touch herself. She didn't ever question this man, from the very start, she knew that he was the boss.
He had made her stick her finger down between her legs and touch her cunt, then, insert her finger into her pussy and jerk herself off.
Right when she was close to coming he had made her stop. She wanted to go on, to complete the act, but he said no
Then, with out further delay, he took me into the back room. It was set up in a strange way. I didn't know what all the strange looking things that I saw were. I had no idea, as to any of it, but it looked like it could be fun, so I decided that I would do what he wanted me to do. No matter what it was, I was ready.
He explained that there was a new feeling about sex. "It's called what-ever-turns you on," he snickered.
I knew from the very beginning that he was a strong man. I liked that about him I enjoyed his strength.
Before I knew what was happening, he had me undressed. I thought that he was going to do something to me. I thought that he was going to make love to me right there on the spot. But instead, he said to come over to some strange looking box thing with a large globe light on top of it. I didn't understand what it was all about to start off with, but then he began to put me into the thing.
I didn't question what he was doing. I didn't ask him why, I just did what he told me to.
I had to slip in under the middle of the wooden frame.
Then, he came up behind me and secured my arms. He tied them behind my back and I was trapped. There was no way out. It was a strange feeling. I had never had one like it before, being totally helpless and in this man's possession.
In another minute he was walking down in front of me. I could hardly see him because the large globe was in the way, but I could hear him and then feel him
I thought now that he had me helpless that he was going to take his way with me. I thought when I felt his fingers pulling on my breasts that it was going to happen. But it didn't. Instead he pulled my breasts out and laid them over the wood. Then, I felt him pulling down another piece of wood and then, my breasts were caught. I couldn't move at all. I thought that he was finished with me and then I wondered what he was going to do.
But still he had more.
He wasn't near finished.
I had a great deal to learn about this man. He returned to my back and pulled on the wooden flank that my head rested on.
In another second I was leaning back. I lifted my head forward because leaning back cause extra pressure on my tits. Pressure that hurt, more than I could bear.
But soon even that freedom was taken away from me. Soon there was a soft leather mask over my face. It had many straps that held my head in place. It held me still so that I couldn't move at all. Not an inch. I was stuck, helpless.
I was his.
I thought that the worst had happened. But still there was the worse to come. He moved to a switch and flipped it on. The huge globe turned on and it was bright. It nearly blinded me. It was more than I could do to keep my eyes open. In a minute or two or ten, I don't know how long, I began to feel the heat, it was burning into my skin.
I asked him to turn it off. To let me loose.
But he only laughed.
He turned away smiling. "I'll be back slut. While I'm gone think about how rotten you are. How no fucking good you are, bitch, slut."
Then he was gone.
I wondered where he was now. Wondered where he was when I needed him so badly.
Then, at last, I knew that it wasn't real, it wasn't for me. I knew because I knew what was going to happen to me. I knew that all my fantasies were going to come true. But I also knew that I was going to fight with everything in my power to not let it happen.
I knew that Eion was dead and gone forever. I also thought that I knew that Chuck wasn't for me.
Suddenly Steffie awoke from her dream.
Steffie smiled and laughed nervously. "If this is another one of your stupid jokes, Chuck, I don't think it's very funny," she said hopefully.
But in her heart there was no hope.
Quickly she looked around for a way of escape. There was only the one door out of the room. Maybe she could make it to the window and down the fire escape if she hurried...
Steffie jumped up and started to scramble across the bed. She hadn't even reached the edge of the mattress when half a dozen pair of hands descended upon her half-naked body, yanked her backward and forced her to he prone across the bed.
"Don't worry fellas. She won't give you any trouble once you get her started."
Steffie recognized Chuck's voice and gritted her teeth to keep from screaming. Paralyzed with terror she lay very still, her heart thumping violently in her chest, pounding loudly, deafening against her eardrums. "Come on, turn her over. Let's see what she looks like."
Rough hands forced her onto her back and pinned her, spread-eagle atop the bed. "Not bad. Not bad at all," a young voice murmured. "Suddenly, a hand reached out of nowhere and seized an exposed breast roughly. "How about this, huh fellas?"
Wolf whistles and hoots of laughter split the air.
"Hey, give me a chance at those," another voice insisted.
Steffie closed her eyes as cruel fingers leaped down to her other breast and squeezed the nipple brutally.
"Get away from me," she yelled, struggling uselessly to free herself from the human weight that held her down. "Why don't you leave me alone?"
"Why don't we leave her alone?" The youth whose fingers and rough hands were busily rubbing her flesh repeated mockingly. "With a body like this she wants to be left alone. Do you believe her, boys?"
"Not in a million years". Chuck's voice silenced the others. 'The last thing Steffie wants is to be left alone. Take it from me. She's got enough steam for all of us."
The boys broke into laughter.
Steffie felt a choking, horrible awareness closing in around her throat.
"Come on, let's see the rest of her," the voice came from somewhere behind her, and other voices mumbled their agreement.
Steffie felt the material of her skirt being flung up over her hips and belly. She closed her eyes as shame burned her face. They were holding her legs wide apart. She couldn't move them at all. The realization of her helplessness stabbed deeply into her brain.
"Who needs that underwear? Get rid of it," an eager voice suggested.
Unseen hands dove for the delicate panties, grabbed the thin material and ripped it from Steffie's hips.
A quivering silence penetrated the atmosphere.
"How about that, boys? Pretty nice, don't you think?" Chuck asked. "And she's all ours."
A shrill, terrified scream burst free from Steffie's lips, filled the room and echoed in her own head. She became aware of hasty, clumsy movements, just a second before a sweaty palm clapped down painfully over her mouth. Strong fingers squeezed her jaws shut.
'The girl's got a lot of fight in her," Chuck announced. "What do you say we warm her up a little, first? She'll be a lot more fun, once we get her into the mood."
"Come here, Linda" he ordered.
"What the hell do you want now?" The redhead's voice was merely a shadow of her usual bold tone.
"You know damned well what I want," Chuck snapped. "Move yourself over here or you're going to be good and sorry." .
Steffie stared wide eyed at the ceiling. Her mouth ached and her bones felt as if they were all about to crack. She concentrated on the naked light bulb, allowing her vision to blur, wishing she could be lucky enough to pass out, or even die. She knew from Chuck's conversation what was about to happen and she swore to herself that she wouldn't respond. No matter what anybody did to her, or for how long. She'd be numb, unfeeling, disinterested. A shallow victory, but at least they would not have taken everything from her.
"What's holding you up. Linda?" Chuck's tone was threatening. "Don't you understand English?"
"I'm not in the mood," she said flatly.
"Nobody asked you if you were in the mood." Chuck strode across the room, grabbed Linda by the elbow and pulled her up out of the chair. Jabbing her roughly, he pushed her across the room toward the bed. "Get to it," he commanded, "if you know what's good for you."
"Please Chuck, don't make me..."her voice trembled, on the edge of tears.
Chuck grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to her knees. "I'll count to three and then I'll turn you over to my friends. One, ... two..."
Steffie's flesh twitched reflexively as she felt the first moment of Linda's moist, intimate tongue on her cunt. She was only vaguely aware of the voices of the boys standing around the bed, looking down, urging the girls on. With all the determination she could muster, Steffie fought not to give in ... not to slip into the whirlpool of sensation, spinning so close, beckoning so near...
"She sure knows how to do it," one of the boys said, his voice husky as his eyes followed Linda's rhythmic, expert sucking motions.
Despite her wishes, Steffie became aware of a warm glow spreading involuntarily through her body. She began to thrash her head from side to side straining against the fingers that held her. Miraculously, the hands of her captors withdrew from her face, as if they knew that she was beyond speech now, beyond resistance, beyond the need to maintain even the slightest bit of self-respect.
Strange hands violated her body, feeling here, probing there, traveling everywhere. But Steffie didn't care, didn't feel them, really. She could only concentrate on a spiraling point of pleasure snaking through her insides, curling maddeningly outward to penetrate every pore of her flesh.
She groaned loudly as completion suddenly loomed tantalizingly near.
"Okay, Linda. That's enough. She's ready. Chuck's voice sliced above the heated whispers above the bed.
Linda withdrew and faded into the background without another word.
"I guess it's time for us to get to work on her," one of the boys said nervously, hopefully.
"Oh no you don't" Chuck was confident. He knew he had the last word, as always. "Me first. You guys can have the leftovers."
Nobody disputed him.
Steffie glared at him, her eyes glazed with hatred. She had never despised anybody so intensely in her entire life. She must have been crazy, she knew, to want him. And now, she would pay dearly for that mistake.
Chuck stepped up to the foot of the bed and looked down at Steffie's vulnerable flesh. "We're going to have a good time now, baby. Just like before, remember?"
She looked directly at him but didn't say a word. Only her eyes expressed her feelings. "I don't think the girl's too happy about all this" Chuck cracked, slightly unnerved by Steffie's venomous expression. He leaned down and placed his hands on her knees. "Remember what we did this afternoon?" he asked.
Steffie shut her eyes tightly. She couldn't stand the sight of his smirking, arrogant self-assurance. She gritted her teeth as his fingers began to climb up her legs to the insides of her thighs, and higher...
She gnashed her teeth, forcing herself not to cry out as he stroked her quivering quim, pressing her, taunting her, setting her hips into slow, sensual motion that she could not repress.
'That's better baby. You still like it. don't you?" He laughed loud and triumphantly. She could never sink lower than this moment, she promised herself. If they ever let her out of this room the rest of her life would have to be better.
"Come on, Linda, show everyone how much you like Chuck's technique. I'd like to see that."
Steffie's gaze turned in the direction from which the words had come. She saw Sal's face, staring down at her, smiling eagerly. But in his eyes, she sensed a hidden sadness.
Her legs were wrenched roughly upward into position. Instinctively Steffie moved to defend herself, but it was pointless.
A biting pain in her pussy killed any bit of arousal she might have felt. Steffie smiled deeply as the crudeness of Chuck's attack made passion impossible. No matter what they did to her now, she knew, they would never possess her completely.
She heard Chuck grunt breathily as he neared orgasm.
Steffie closed her eyes and felt the pain spread through her body, cleansing her, alienating her from these shabby surroundings.
"Okay fellas, you can have her now."
Steffie looked over and noticed that Chuck's face had been replaced. A stranger's features loomed above her, contorted with animal desire.
She turned her head away as the tears began to roll down her cheeks. Soon her vision began to blur. A fine hazy film seemed to cover her brain.
Steffie carefully inspected her reflection in the mirror, from top to bottom, before smiling, satisfied. The bruises didn't show, she felt certain. Evan would never see the black and blue marks that dotted the flesh beneath her new, pink cocktail dress. By the time she revealed her body to him on their wedding night, everything would have healed.
She glanced out through her bedroom window and down into the driveway. Her future in-laws hadn't arrived yet. She wished they'd hurry.
A twinge of conscience slipped up to threaten her optimistic mood. Steffie willed it away decisively. What Evan didn't know at his age wouldn't hurt him, she promised herself. She would be the model wife. The perfect hostess. The flawless socialite.
Such a life was not perfection she knew, but whose existence was perfect? She had a lot to be grateful for. More than she could ever tell anybody.
She lit a cigarette and sat down carefully, waiting to hear the sound of tires crunching over the gravel driveway. A nagging fear rose to torment her once again. Was it fair to proceed with her marriage plans under false pretenses? Didn't Evan have the right to know what his wife was really like?
Nonsense, Steffie assured herself for the hundredth time. Evan would know what she was like, for she would be exactly as she represented herself to him, from this moment on. She had paid for her mistakes and paid dearly. The slate was clean. It was foolish to condemn her future with her past.
She thought ahead to their wedding and smiled. Her first night with Evan would be just the way she'd pictured it, when she was a little girl, she knew. A big bed. A filmy white peignoir. A bottle of champagne. Unoriginal, but sweet nevertheless. She'd enjoy. And more important, Evan would be satisfied.
But what if she didn't enjoy it? What if he wasn't good in bed? What if he wasn't the right man for her?
Steffie shook her head and chuckled at her own bold nature. If there was anything that Evan didn't know, in time she would guide him. After all, she wasn't exactly an amateur at fucking ... even though Evan would never know that.
A long black sedan rolled onto the grounds and pulled up in front of the house.
Steffie heard an exchange of eager, excited greeting and listened hard for one, particular voice. When its familiar, welcome tone reached her ears, she jumped up, smiling, hurried to her night-table drawer and reached inside,.
Happily, she slid the diamond ring onto her finger, paused a moment to admire its sparkle, and hummed her way out of the room.
