Archive Note: The original hardcopy pocketbook did not have a 'CHAPTER FIVE," and neither does this text.
FOREWORD
For every young person there comes a time when he must confront new ideas and lifestyles. Each person must adapt to the changes that life presents to him. The young man who enlists in the Army and meets people of varied economic and ethnic backgrounds; the young girl going off to college for the first time; a teenager breaking away from his circle of school friends to meet people on his own-all must face different and sometimes shocking ideas and situations and deal with them as best they can. This is what makes a person a responsible adult.
WIFE IN TORTURE is the story of Alicia Biggs, a young wife grown dissatisfied with her quiet suburban life. And so she abandons her family and must then learn to deal with new experiences successfully and even enjoy them.
WIFE IN TORTURE-the story of a woman who takes responsibility for the direction in her own life. It holds a lesson we would all do well to learn.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Alicia knocked and waited breathlessly. At least on the porch of the old farmhouse she was sheltered from the drenching rain. Lightning flashed behind her, a sudden glare of blue-white light, then darkness closed in again. The night seemed blacker than before.
A light appeared at the back of the house. "Thank God someone is home," the shapely thirty-five-year-old beauty said with a sigh of relief.
The lock clicked, rusty hinges squealed and the door inched open a narrow crack.
"Yeah?" a sleepy male voice said roughly. She could only see one dark, suspicious-looking eye and part of an unfriendly scowl. "Can you help me?" the auburn-haired woman asked desperately. "My car skidded and is stuck in a ditch about a mile from here."
"Come in," the man said after looking her up and down. "I got a tractor and could pull you out."
"Oh, thank you!" The latch chain rattled, the door swung open and she walked into a musty-smelling room that looked like something from a hundred years ago.
"Name's Jason Whitaker," he told her. "I own this place, such as it is." The man was about forty, big and raw-boned. His craggy face looked weathered and careworn, his big hands gnarled by hard work.
"I'm Alicia Farnsworth," she said as pleasantly as she could. There was a strange intensity in his dark eyes that troubled her.
"Takes a lot to get a man out on a stormy night like this," he said in a gravelly voice. Jason pushed the door closed behind her and snapped the lock.
"I can pay you well," she said anxiously. "I have plenty of money."
"You must," he said. Jason had already noticed the diamonds that sparkled on her wedding ring and the broad collar of dark mink that trimmed her leather coat.
She was small, hardly more than a hundred pounds of woman-flesh, but all of it beautifully curved-a voluptuous little doll in the prime of life. "It ain't money I want most," the man said with a twisted grin that showed his stained and broken teeth.
"What then?" The evil look in those dark eyes was answer enough.
"Thought you might like to suck my cock instead of paying cash," he said.
"No, I don't want to do that. I'll pay you a hundred dollars, or I'll go somewhere else and call a tow truck."
"Nearest phone is ten miles from here," he said. "You'll never make it in them fancy, high-heeled shoes." Jason edged nearer as he spoke, reaching out with his gnarled hands.
"No!" Alicia whirled and rattled the front door, but the lock was one she couldn't figure out. Jason clamped his rough hands on her shoulders and turned her around to face him again.
"You won't leave until I'm tired of you," he said. "That's gonna be a long, long time from now." His crooked fingers stroked the rain-drenched fur that collared her expensive coat. "I'll bet your pussy is even slicker than a wet mink."
Alicia pulled away from him, pressing her back hard against the locked door. He came forward again, his hands reaching out. "You can't do this!" she cried.
Jason laughed deep in his throat. "Who's going to stop me?"
"I'll scream!" she warned, cringing as he cupped his hands on her tits.
"If I thought your voice could be heard ten miles away, I'd be worried about that." Jason pinched the firm, sharply peaked tits he could feel beneath the rain-slicked leather of her tailored coat.
"Aaagh! You bastard!" She slapped his hands away and groped frantically in her purse. Alicia's small hand emerged clutching a black spray cannister. "This is tear gas," she warned. "Don't you dare touch me again!"
"Tear gas?" He feigned shock. "God damn, what will they think of next to spoil a poor man's fun?" Then his hard right hand made a sweeping blur. It slapped hers and sent the cannister flying the full length of the room.
She groaned, stunned by his quickness and strength. The back of her hand was still smarting and blazing red from the sting of his slap.
Jason snarled a hand in her auburn hair. Alicia wore it coiled into an elaborate crown atop her head. It broke apart when he grabbed her and the long, burnished copper-colored waves tumbled free.
"It's a pure shame to hide long, sexy hair like that," he said. Jason bunched his fist in her tawny tresses and forced the sobbing woman down to her knees.
"My husband doesn't think a woman over twenty should wear her hair long."
"Your husband is an asshole," he said bluntly. "Where is he, by the way?"
"I left him," she said tearfully. "I just ran away. I was taking a shortcut to the coast when the storm hit."
"You ran away because the dumb shit you married doesn't like long hair?" Jason rasped a heavy sigh.
"I ran away because I could not stand the endless tedium of being a surburban wife and mother. It's dreary as hell having nothing more important to do than cook and clean-up for an impotent husband and an impudent teenaged girl!"
"Yeah, well impotent I ain't." Jason kept one hand clenched tight in her silky hair while the other worked feverishly to drop his faded jeans and tattered undershorts. A meaty, half swollen cock that looked like a tree limb leaped out. "Suck on that if you've been bored by life in the suburbs."
"Oh, my God ... that's twice the size of what my husband has when he can get it up."
"So? You wanted excitement when you ran away. Now suck on it, bitch! Drink your fill. My wife ran off a year ago just like you, and that big old cock of mine ain't had a real good workout since."
Jason's prick was a little over ten inches long, and it wasn't fully hard yet. It stank of sweat and stale piss, strong male odors that made Alicia's gut wrench. He laughed at the way she cringed, clamping her mouth shut.
"What's the matter, city girl? Don't you know what a real man tastes like?"
"It's awful," she moaned. "It's the biggest and most foul-smelling thing I've ever seen!"
"Well, that big cock ain't ever been privileged to live in a big house with running water and a cleaning lady who comes in twice a week. If you want it to smell better, then you can wash it with your spit."
She clamped her mouth tight when he rammed the bulbous head of his cock against her lips. Even then she could taste it, a rank and bitter tang.
"You'd best suck it now while it's partly soft. It'll bend a little to follow that curve at the back of your mouth. Wait until it's fully hard, and then I'll just ram it down your fucking throat!"
Alicia Farnsworth shivered in despair. The thought of oral sex disgusted her. She had never sucked her husband's cock and he'd never asked her to. She hadn't sucked the cocks of two handsome, well-groomed men she'd had affairs with either.
"I-I've never done it before," she said in a quaking voice.
"Then it's no wonder that husband of yours can't get it up any more. He must be bored with you."
"No, he's a businessman, an executive. He doesn't have much time for me."
"Well, I'm a farmer and this season I've got plenty of time. But I don't mean to waste another minute with a balky little bitch like you."
"Does-does that mean you'll let me go?"
"It means I'm gonna make you suck cock whether you like it or not!" He pulled her head back by the hair and slapped her backhand across the face.
She cried out, raising a hand to her stinging cheek as tears filled her eyes. Jason pushed the plum-like head of his big cock into her gaping mouth. The rank taste of it burned in her throat and the pungent male odor made her want to gag.
Alicia choked and sputtered. "No! Don't make me do this! Glungh! Mummmph!"
"Keep trying to talk," Jason told her. "I like the way that makes your tongue wiggle around my cock."
She glared up at him with hate-filled eyes. The blood-gorged knob of his cock pressed against the back of her mouth. Its heated bitterness made her wince and well up more tears. They looked like raindrops on the storm-lashed window panes.
Jason held her cheeks in his palms and hooked his fingers behind her head. He pumped his hips, ramming his cock in and dragging it back. Alicia made anguished noises, wet sounds that gurgled and made her throat heave.
He pressed harder, holding her head so tightly that she could not move. His plunging cock battered the back of her mouth, and then it invaded her writhing throat. It filled and strained the narrow tube.
Her stomach wrenched and heaved to expel him, but Jason kept pushing. He liked the spasms of torment that gripped his cock. Alicia's suffering was sheer delight.
"Your throat is hotter than a young bride's pussy on her wedding night!" he said.
Alicia thought it was like being a virgin all over again, but not like being entered for the first time with great tenderness. Jason showed no concern for her feelings, he only wanted to satisfy his own lust.
He thrust deep with a satisfied grunt and battered her lips with his hairy loins. Wiry curls of cockhair chafed and scratched. His cock sank in so deep that Alicia imagined she could feel it in the pit of her stomach.
"Mungh," she groaned, hardly able to breathe. Her eyes widened, blank with shock.
He pounded her straining lips and rasped contentedly. "Ain't nothing much better than fucking a pretty face," he growled. "The only hole you got that's tighter and hotter than this is your ass."
Alicia shivered violently, horrified by that idea.
"What's the matter? Ain't that little ripe ass of yours ever been fucked?"
She tried to shake her head no, but Jason's grip was too tight. And his spearing cock felt like an iron rod that stiffened her. But he could read the answer in her strickened look. He chuckled joyously.
"My lucky night! A cherry face and an un-fucked asshole!"
She gasped, getting dizzy and light-headed for lack of air. She couldn't grab more than little gasps between his vicious thrusts that filled her throat tight enough to strangle her. And he kept pumping faster all the time.
Semi-conscious, she forgot the pain and humiliation of his cruel lust. She was no longer a civilized woman, a proper wife and mother. Jason's reaming cock made her a frightened animal trying only to survive.
She had to make him cum while there was still some oxygen reaching her brain. If his cruel, throat-filling thrusts went on another minute, Alicia thought she might die. She sucked with all her might, wagging her tongue and stroking his plunging instrument of terror-his cock.
It didn't matter that she hated the man and hated his enormous cock most of all. Alicia had to love it or give up life itself. Jason felt the change from unwilling victim to frantic partner.
"Good!" he grunted. "If you'd sucked your husband's cock with such passion, he wouldn't have let you run away."
Even in her nightmarish delirium, Alicia found that image amusing. Certainly that would have made little difference to her husband who cared most about his career. He hadn't fucked her more than three times in the last six months!
Jason's wild passion made Alicia feel weak. Her strength ebbed away. She had to make him cum before it was too late. With supreme effort, she brought her hands up and began to fondle his balls.
Earlier, Jason wouldn't have allowed that. She could have hurt him terribly with a vicious squeeze. But now the woman could not even think of that, he knew. She teased and stroked him with gentle desperation.
Her swirling fingers stirred the heat in his nuts. He sighed in anticipation. It had been too long since he fucked a woman, too long since his aching cock felt anything more pliant than the palm of his own hand.
He'd stored quite a load. When his cock let go, it was like a volcanic eruption. Searing jets of cum burned as they coursed the length of his cock. It filled him with exquisite pleasure. He clamped and tried to hold it to make the feeling last.
Alicia felt his body stiffen. She heard his delighted grunts of anguish. And then she tasted his cum. It splashed thick and hot in the depths of her throat. Then a spurt gushed in her mouth. It slathered her tongue with a sticky salt-sweetness.
The rippling motions of her throat brought more delight to Jason's cock. It was in a wringing tube born to bring a man pleasure, a sheath of undulating muscles made to please him.
He rammed into her and felt the frenzied suction. She milked his throbbing cock in tortured desperation, gulping and swallowing his cum as fast as she could.
The creamy flow backed up into her mouth. Alicia simply could not swallow fast enough. She felt hot jism at the base of her tongue, and still he kept pumping more. It flowed over her back teeth like a rising tide, and when he rammed into a mouth half full, it gushed and dribbled from her lips.
She purred. The briny taste was no longer strange to her. She began to savor it. Jism meant life to her. It meant she would survive, already his pulsing spurts had begun to weaken.
A feeling of relief filled her mind. Salvation! She felt warm and vibrant inside. I'm going to make it, she thought. And then her body stiffened. She gasped a strangled cry.
"Good!" Jason roared. "Cum with me, you sucking whore! I want you to climax all over my cock!"
Orgasm, that's what it was. Alicia had them so seldom, the spastic contractions of bliss were strange to her. She felt them in her pussy, a lewd pulsing that surged up her spine. They echoed in her throat. Her toes curled, her eyes clamped shut and then the full fury of it hit.
I'm cumming! her mind screamed. I've been abused, tortured and humiliated-and I'm having the best fucking orgasm in my whole life! This tangled her emotions even more. She sagged when the frenzied contractions of lewd bliss began to weaken.
Jason eased back and let his drained cock slide out. Her soft lips caressed the prickshaft as he withdrew. Alicia's tongue flicked across its bulbous cockhead. These were reflexes she could not control.
As her mind cleared, she realized how much she hated him for what he'd done to her. He smiled down and stroked her coppery hair possessively.
"You're mine now, you faithless bitch. I've claimed you, and I'll teach you to worship my big cock!"
"I won't be a slave to any man."
"You will, and you'll learn to love it. By tomorrow, you'll beg me to fuck you."
Jason clenched his fist and pulled her hair. "You will, because everything else I do to you will be worse!"
"You're a sadistic bastard!" she snarled, but her pussy was still quivering with the delightful aftershocks of orgasm. The fact that he could control her that way was terrifying.
"And I'm the best fucker you ever had," he said with a sneer. "Is that true?"
"Y-y-yes," she sobbed. "That's what makes it so awful!"
Jason laughed and said, "Get up." He pulled her hair.
"No, please. My knees are still weak."
"And your pussy is hot. I can smell it." He hauled Alicia to her feet and kept a grip on her tangled hair to steady her. "Now walk!"
"Where are you taking me?"
"Upstairs to the bedroom I used to share with my wife. It ain't been used since she ran away. Couldn't stand sleeping in that big bed all alone."
The words bed and sleep were like music to her ears. Alicia had been driving since morning, fleeing from boredom. The exhilaration of her escape had ended in terror when the car had skidded out of control on a rain-slicked road.
Alicia hated to think how long it would be before this rough man let her rest.
CHAPTER TWO
The bedroom upstairs was more dank and musty than the rest of the house. Its smell repulsed Alicia when he pushed her into the room. The sticky smooth taste and the scent of cum in her throat added to the woman's distress.
Jason closed the door and said, "I'll light the fire. I set the logs and kindling a year ago, and it's been waiting ever since for a night like this."
Alicia's darting eyes noticed there was no lock on this door. If she was quick enough when he bent down by the fireplace, there was a chance she could escape. Her heartbeat quickened as a desperate plan flashed through her mind.
There wouldn't be time to bother with the locked door downstairs. She'd throw a chair out the window and leap through after it. Her leather coat would protect her from the glass.
Jason struck a match. "Of course it was my wife I thought to warm by this fire," he said distractedly. "Always figured she would come back. Ran off with a hardware salesman, she did. A slick city fellow with a three-piece suit. Heard he dumped her after a month or two. Found himself a younger, better-looking piece of ass."
"I'm sorry," Alicia said.
He was just standing there holding the match, watching it burn closer to his fingertips. The flickering glow reflected itself in his haunted eyes.
"She didn't come back to me even then," he said. Jason tossed the smoldering stub of a match away and struck another. "Heard she's waiting on tables in a truck stop east of here and fucking some fat, greasy fry cook."
Alicia had a sinking feeling. She had never wanted to be safe and secure in her suburban home more than she did right now. She decided to go back-if she managed to escape.
Alicia had mailed the note explaining what she felt she had to do but it wouldn't arrive until tomorrow. She could intercept it if she got home in time.
"Take off your clothes," Jason said.
"No, please. Not yet. It's too damp and cold in here. Light the fire, then I'll undress, for you."
"Now!" he barked. "I know you ain't gonna run off naked on a stormy night."
"I won't try to run," she promised.
"You're a rotten liar. I can see the truth in your eyes. Take off your clothes!" He struck another match. Its yellow glow was the only light in the room.
Alicia slipped off her coat, doing it slowly, stalling for time. When the match burned short, she would make her move in the dark. When her coat hit the floor, Alicia smiled and reached up to unbutton her blouse. The match was getting shorter, but Jason held it, entranced by what he saw.
Alicia's tits were large for a woman her size. They jutted out proudly, two sharp-peaked little mountains of tender flesh. Their shape and the soft cleft between was enhanced by a lacy, low-cut underwire bra.
The woman now regretted putting on her sexiest underwear that morning. She had visions then of a romantic encounter-of meeting a refined man who would charm her with adoring tenderness. The match and that idyllic illusion flickered out at the same moment.
Alicia whirled and made a dash for the door. Jason lunged in the dark. He tangled his feet in the heap of her coat and pitched forward, but he managed to grab her ankle as he hit the floor.
She kicked in a frenzy, desperate to free herself, but his powerful hand clamped on her like a vise. He yanked her back and she lost her balance. Her breath gushed as she fell facedown.
He reached up and grabbed the hem of her skirt. "You faithless cunt! I knew you couldn't be trusted."
Jason tugged and ripped the skirt as he tore it from her slender waist. Then he grabbed the back of her blouse and ripped that off too. He ran his hands down her shapely legs and removed her shoes.
Jason struck another match with a flick of his thumbnail, watched it flare for an instant and then blew it out. Alicia shivered when she saw the light, then they were plunged into darkness again, and he pressed the searing hot tip of the match against the sole of her left foot.
"Eeeyyyow!" she shrieked. Her nylon stockings melted under the matchtip. It made an acrid smell and burned her tender foot.
"That ought to slow you down a little, you bitch! You won't move so fast hopping on one foot."
Alicia lay sobbing. Pain and defeat both tortured her mind. Jason dragged himself up and lit the fire. Then he was back, pulling her hair again, lifting her up.
Firelight danced on her luscious curves. Alicia wore lacy black bikini panties and a matching garter belt along with her strapless bra.
"You dress like a cheap whore, you should expect to be treated like one!" He yanked on her hair and threw her across the bed.
Alicia fell sobbing on a fluffy satin-covered down comforter. The bed was a big, old-fashioned fourposter with a canopy. It was a beautiful thing, or it would have been if she'd found it in the antique store.
Jason grabbed a length of robe off the nightstand and cinched it around her wrists, binding them tightly behind her back. "That's so my little pussy won't scratch," he chuckled. "Had that waiting for my faithless wife too!"
"I'm not your wife! I don't deserve this!"
"You're no better than her-maybe not as good. You must have left a nicer home, one with all the modern shit a bitch would need."
Alicia thrashed, pained by how tightly her wrists had been bound. And then she saw the chain. Its dark links dangled from a big eyebolt set into the wall above the headboard.
Jason took the loose end in his hand and looped it around her neck. He secured it with a heavy padlock, barely leaving slack enough for the woman to breathe.
"That's so my little pussy won't try to run away," he said.
"You can't chain me like a slave!"
"I've given you more slack than you deserve. When I'm through fucking your sexy cunt, you can go anywhere in this room that you want-except out the door!" He laughed with sadistic delight. "You'll be right here when I want you again, and that won't be long, I can promise you that."
She tugged futilely at the binding cord around her wrists, weighted by the length of chain locked around her neck. "Ooooh, dear God! What can I do?"
"You can fuck me like you should have been fucking your husband all these years."
"I will if you let me go. I'll go home and be the best wife a man ever had!"
"Too late for that. You're mine now, and when I'm through, he won't want you. He'll find a better cunt to fuck, maybe some sexy young girl where he works-somebody luscious enough to make his withered cock stand up and dance."
Alicia shuddered. Until then she'd not given a thought to what her husband would do when she was gone. Of course he would find someone else. Tears flooded her eyes again.
Jason stripped off his ragged shirt, standing over her and smiling down. His giant cock twitched above her head. She could see his hammering pulse in the swollen veins. "Meanwhile, you're plenty sexy enough for me. A fresh pussy is always nice-especially one that's hardly been used."
He swiped with a rough hand and ripped her panties off. Alicia's tormented cry sounded just like the tearing cloth.
"Oh," he said admiringly. "I like a bushy cunt, one that's hidden in lots of hair!"
Wavering firelight enhanced the coppery glow of her pussy curls. At the top they grew thick and wide, a lush tangle of shimmering hair that narrowed sharply to fit between her legs. He grabbed an ankle in each hand and spread them apart. "Aaah, even your cunt lips are wearing a fur collar!"
"I'm the mother of a young girl," Alicia moaned. "Have pity on her, let me go!"
"You didn't give a shit for her when you ran away," he sneered. "My fucking wife was the same way-left me with the boy to raise."
"You-you have a son?" Alicia was hoping to find some sympathetic nerve.
Jason nodded and stroked his stiff cock with one hand. "He's already got a cock that's bigger than mine. And he ain't had it in a woman yet, the poor kid. Girls his age are all scared of it. You're gonna be his first!"
"No, not that too!"
"Was gonna take him to a whore in the city, but this is better. Now we got our own fucking whore at home. Judd and me will take turns with you."
Alicia sobbed and closed her eyes. Jason got up on the bed between her legs. She heard the bed frame creak and the rattle of her neck chain.
Jason bent down and kissed her heaving pussymound. It was arched temptingly because her hands were bound behind her. His meaty tongue burrowed into her lush growth of hair, probing until he found the damp mouth of her cunt.
"Hungh, it's juicy already," he said. "You must have liked sucking my cock more than you let on!"
"I hated it! I hate this even more. You can rape me all you want, but I'll never respond. It will be like fucking a corpse, a cold, dead body. I won't even move!"
"We'll see how long you can keep still," Jason said with a cackle of laughter. "If it's more than two minutes, I'll let you go."
Alicia's hopes soared. "Really? You're not just saying that?"
"You have my solemn word. Go two minutes without moving or making a sound and I'll untie you ... take off the chain and even pull your car out of the ditch tonight."
She pulled her mouth tight and steeled her nerves. It shouldn't be too hard, Alicia was thinking, not the way I hate him. Jason watched her face became a knot of resolve, then he kissed her pussy again.
He thrust his tongue into her juicy cuntslit and fucked it back and forth. Alicia did not even breathe. He circled it around her clit, a tiny nub hardly bigger than a shirt button. Still no sound or sign of life, but her clit began to swell.
Jason spread the hairy outer lips of her cunt with his fingers and sucked on her emerging clit. He ran his tongue around it and lashed it up and down. She sighed, strickened as the sound slipped out.
"We won't count one little gush of breath," he said generously. Jason knew she didn't have a chance. He still had over a minute to make the woman scream.
He sucked harder and flailed her clit with his tongue. He ripped the fragile web of cloth between the cups of her bra and laid her proud tits bare. Alicia choked back a cry of dismay. His rough hands were fondling her, teasing her nipples, making them swell despite her feeling of loathing.
He circled his thumbs around her ruby tips and tongued her clit with the same slow, spiraling motion. Alicia winced under almost unbearable pressure. Triple twisting shocks of hated pleasure rocked her brain.
The woman began to breathe faster, sucking in little ragged gasps of air. She squirmed in spite of all her desperate determination and she clenched her teeth because she wanted to scream.
Jason sucked her clit then raked it lightly with his teeth. She groaned. He did it again, teeth on top and swirling tongue beneath.
"Aaagggh!" Alicia cried aloud.
He didn't stop to laugh. He fucked his demanding tongue as deep into her as he could. She sobbed, "You bastard! You made me do it! I can't help it ... you're making my pussy so hot!"
Her back arched higher to relieve the pressure on her bound wrists. Jason chuckled and smacked his lips, sucking fuck honey straight from the source.
Defeated and strangely delighted, Alicia ground her cunt against his mouth and screamed, "Fuck me! Oh, please! Fuck me now."
Jason leaned forward and kissed her tits. His chapped lips had been smoothed by her sleek oils. She shivered joyously when he sucked on her. She trembled when the throbbing tip of his cock touched her pussylips.
He pushed into her slithering cunt. Cringing muscles recoiled and squeezed on him. "It hurts," she moaned. "Go in slow! Let me get used to you."
"You best hurry, because I can't wait."
"Aaahhh? Huumph. Hhhooo. I can hardly stand it!"
Alicia's cunt was marvelously tight and sleek inside. Her writhing motions delighted Jason's big cock. It was hard for him to believe that this pussy had not delighted her husband.
"It's going to split me in two," she gasped. Her eyes bulged as though being forced out of their sockets by the steady entry of his long cock.
Jason didn't care how much it hurt. The woman deserved it. She was his faithless wife in a smaller and sexier form. He liked fucking her and he loved the pain he could see in her eyes.
"I hope it kills you," he said. "I hope you die fucking my big cock!"
"Jason, I'm not your wife. You don't have to punish me!"
"Somebody has to. You're the same kind of worthless bitch. You aren't a wife or even a woman to me. You're just a cunt to fuck!"
"Undnngh, I know." She felt crushed by his weight and his lack of concern. How terribly far she'd fallen since that morning when she had a home and a life most women would envy!
Jason growled like a rutting bear and rammed more cock into her. "Take it, whore. Take it all!" He stabbed his cock in to the hilt and laughed at how that made her scream.
Lightning flashed outside the window, but Alicia writhed as though it had struck between her legs. She felt a searing hot stab of pain and then jarring shocks. When she shuddered and tossed her head, that rattled her neck chain-a grim reminder of her enslavement.
Jason's raw-boned body bounded up and down. Each spearing thrust increased the pain in her bound wrists. Soft skin chafed beneath the loops of tight rope. Her fingers felt numb, cold against the warmth of her ass.
"Cheating cunt!" he snarled. "Fuck me! Hump your ass up off the bed. Shake your sexy ass when your pussy climbs my cock!"
Alicia hated to give him pleasure, but she did have to arch her back higher to relieve the pain in her arms. When he slammed into her, she thought her wrists might snap.
"Better," he allowed. "But I want more!"
"Yes, Jason!" She bucked and writhed her ass around. Alicia thought pleasing him might spare her from further and even worse abuse. "If I fuck you like a devoted wife, will you untie my arms?"
"Fuck me the best you can, then we'll see."
"Hhhooo, yes! I'll make it good for you. I'll make it better than it has ever been before. I'll make you glad your wife ran away!"
Alicia pulsed and squeezed her sinewy cunt-muscles. She tried to wring his cock with them. With eyes clamped tightly closed, she imagined it was her favorite movie star who was fucking her with such wild desire.
"Hhhmmm," she purred. "I love your big cock now! It feels so good so deep inside of me! Fuck me harder! Oh, let me feel more! Make me cum, you handsome bastard! Fuck my pussy to the best climax of its life!"
Jason did that without even having to try. He drove in and let her savor the huge size of his cock. He reamed it around in the mouth of her pussy. He reared and lunged and hammered on her clit with his bony loins.
"Hungh! It's starting now! Oooh, my orgasm has begun. Don't stop! Make it last and last. Fuck me as long and hard as you can!"
Jason gave a deeply satisfied grunt and pumped her full of silver-white fury. He didn't stop until whipped cum bubbled from her pussymouth. And then he only stopped long enough to catch his breath.
CHAPTER THREE
Jason fucked her five or six times during the night. Alicia didn't even try to keep track after a while. She never did adjust to the size of his cock and it hurt as much the last time as it had the first.
She'd chewed her lower lip raw to keep from screaming. He liked the sounds of her anguish. It drove him to hurt her even more, to grind and twist his cock into her. At last he grew tired and let her sleep. He untied her wrists and left the room. Alicia breathed a thankful sigh and drifted off, thanking God that Jason had not yet made good on his threat to fuck her ass.
There was no clock in the room, so Alicia had no idea what time it was when she awoke-only that it was still dark outside. The storm still raged, but it wasn't that noise that had awakened her. It was the creaking of the door.
She bolted upright, tattling the chain still bound around her neck. The fire had burned low and the room was dark. "Jason?" she called softly.
"Ssshhh," came a hiss as the door inched open. "He's asleep in a room downstairs. It's me, Judd. His son."
"Oh, yes ... he told me about you."
It was hard for her to believe the boy was so young. He was six feet tall and must have weighed two hundred pounds, all of it bulging muscle. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his young body. Alicia could see that clearly when he stoked the fire. He stood naked in the amber glow, a young Adonis with a demented grin.
He picked up her coat and rubbed the fur collar against his cheek. "Is that real mink?"
"Yes, it is." He seemed fascinated with the silky fur. It was dry now and shimmering darkly.
"You must be a rich lady," he said. "I-I have some money. Lots of money. I'll give you all of it if you'll unlock this chain."
"How much?"
"Five hundred dollars." That was less than half of what she'd taken with her.
The boy shook his head. "Ain't enough for the whipping Pa would give me for letting you go."
"A thousand, then."
"Still ain't enough."
"Twelve hundred, that's all I've got!"
"You got a pussy worth more than that to me." Judd let the coat slip from his hand as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He threw back the comforter and stared at her, wetting his lips. "I ain't never fucked a real woman before. Used to have a woolly sheep I liked to fuck, but my cock got too big and I killed her."
Alicia said, "Oh, my God," under her breath. The boy was grinning lewdly and rubbing his massive cock with her mink collar.
"This feels better than a sheep," he said. "Think I'll keep it." Judd tore the broad band of fur loose from the coat as easily as Alicia would rip open an envelope.
"Yes, you can have it," she said quickly. "You can keep that and the money if you'll let me go. You must know where your father keeps the key to this lock."
"Yeah, I do. On a nail right outside the door. You can't reach it with the chain on though. He made sure of that."
"But you could get it for me, and then you'd have that lovely fur to rub your cock with whenever you want."
"Shit, I already got that. Now it's a live, kicking and screaming pussy I want. This don't make no noise at all!" He tossed the fur away in disgust. "Lord, you shoulda heard that poor sheep the last time." His lascivious grin curved wider, twisted wryly on one side. "And you ain't a lot bigger than she was."
Alicia shuddered fearfully. With his warped grin, drooling lips and a maniacal gleam in his eyes, Judd looked like a raving lunatic to her. It made the woman wish that Jason was there. She thought of calling out to him but the boy clamped a big hand over her mouth before she could make a sound.
"I told you, ssshhh. Pa don't know I'm up here yet, and I don't want him to. I want to fuck your pussy before he beats it to a bloody pulp."
"What do you mean, beats it?"
The boy giggled. "I mean with a bullwhip, you silly bitch. When you get used to his cock, he'll have to hurt you another way. Pa hates women cause of what ma did."
Alicia strained to maintain control of her voice. "Yes, he said she ran away a year ago."
Judd sniggered. "More like three years ago. He don't keep too good track of time. Been a lotta poor bitches like you in those years. He puts grease on that nasty curve every time it storms. The men pay good money to get pulled outta the ditch. The women-" He chortled again. "-they pay in other ways."
She gasped and fell back, wishing that she would faint and not have to face new horrors. Judd swung into position between her spread legs.
"You're almost woolly as a sheep," he said. "I'll scream if you touch me. Jason will know what you're doing. He won't like it-"
Judd glared and then grabbed the fur collar he'd ripped off her coat. He stuffed all that would fit into her mouth, and he bound it in place by twisting her torn panties into a kind of rope.
Alicia's tormented cries became muffled. She tried to rip the gag from her mouth, but Judd pinned her wrists with his strong hands. "Now we can fuck all night."
He rammed into her with one vicious thrust. Alicia's cunt was well lubricated with cum, but the stabbing pain was still so sharp that she almost passed out. A foot of steel-hard flesh filled her pussy and strained it to the breaking point.
Judd wasn't a virgin by any means. Like a lot of other things, his sexual exploits became tangled in his mind. But he liked thinking that each time was the first. It added to the thrill of invading fresh cunt.
He fucked her savagely and watched her eyes bulge wide. He liked it best when the women cried. His mother used to beat him when he dared to disobey. That is she did until he got big enough to knock her on her ass. Even Judd did not remember it clearly now, but his own mother was the first woman he'd fucked.
Knocking her down and turning the short whip on her given him a tremendous hard-on.
Each stroke of the lash made his cock swell even more. He just had to fuck his mother with it. That had happened three years before ... on the day that she ran away. The hardware salesman Jason had hated all those years had only stopped to give the sobbing woman a ride.
"You gotta fine, slick cunt! Nice and tight like a woman should be. Hot too! Hhhmmm, I love it."
Alicia's lungs burned because it was hard to breathe enough with a furry gag bound in her mouth. It was shoved so far in that she kept wanting to wretch. And the luxurious softness of mink made her anguished plight seem all the more obscene.
If only she had remained at home. If only she'd known how much better her life was than in this awful place. Her mind swirled in remorse. Shock after punishing shock wracked-her brain.
Judd made grunting animal sounds, leering and grinning and watching her eyes as he tortured her cunt. Though his recollections were all dim, the association between pain and sexual pleasure remained firm in his mind.
Alicia's wild tossing finally worked the gag loose. It burst from her mouth, propelled by a shrill cry. "Judd, you're hurting me! You're fucking so hard that my pussy can't do all the wonderful and prick-teasing things that it could."
"I don't like women who tease. They're the worst. Especially the fancy, stuck-up city bitches like you!"
"Unnngh! But I'm not stuck-up. I think you're a wonderful boy-"
"I'm a man, you bitch."
"Yes, of course, and what a man you are! The best ever in my life. The biggest and most thrilling cock of all."
"I hate it when a woman talks. I only like it when they scream and sob."
"I-I thought this was your first fuck?"
"Shit, no! There been others, some a lot sexier than you. Even ma fucked better when I threw her on the kitchen floor."
"You fucked your mother?" Alicia's mind reeled. She didn't know what to believe anymore. It was a nightmare she'd stumbled into.
"She whipped my bare ass because I killed the sheep," he said. "So I whipped hers and fucked her good. That was my first time and I liked that better than this."
Tears streamed down her cheeks to dampen tossing waves of auburn hair.
"You better make it good for my big cock or I'll get the whip and peel the hide off your ass. When it hurts to touch whatever is underneath, then you gotta hump like a crazy you had a vibrator or something I could borrow?"
"Naw, I get plenty of prick so I never bothered to buy a vibrator, Linda. Christ! Imagine blowing a fucking pony! Girl, you really do surprise me!"
"I guess I'll have to fingerfuck myself, then," Linda said. "I was hoping you'd have a dildo or something."
Mandy shot another desperate glance down the street and sighed. She said, "I'm gonna have to frig my cunt, too, damn it all. A hand-job is fucking boring, after you've had prick." Then she brightened with a sudden thought. She gave Linda a speculative look. "Hey, I got an idea, Linda!"
"What's that?"
"Why don't we fingerfuck each other?"
"Oh, wow! Like lesbians, you mean?"
"Sure. Only we ain't lesbians, that's the difference. We're just two normal, horny girls, fooling around."
Linda thought about it, then grinned.
"I don't mind," she said.
"Oh, shit! This is gonna be fun! You ever fooled around with a girl before?"
"No, never ... but it does sound like a lot of fun."
"Me, neither. I've thought about it, though. You know ... wondered what it would be like?"
Linda nodded. "Me, too."
Now Mandy gazed at Linda thoughtfully. She said, "I've wondered what it would be like to eat pussy, too."
"Ooooh!" Linda squealed.
"I've had guys gobble my cunt, and they always enjoy it so much, it makes me think it might be fun. What do you think?"
"Gee, it's really naughty...."
"It ain't no fucking naughtier than blowing a pony!"
Linda smiled, her face flushed with excitement and expectation. She lowered her eyes and looked at Mandy through long, silken, fluttering lashes, looking demure as she said something that could never in a million years be thought of as demure.
"I'll suck your cunt if you'll suck mine."
"Ooooh! Let's go inside!"
The eager cuntlappers went into the house and up the stairs to Mandy's bedroom, both their cunts steaming and creaming in anticipation of the delights in store for them. In her room, Mandy went to the window and she raised the shade. won't sit down for a week."
Alicia's hopes had been dashed. Her pussy was being ravaged and her ass was next. How much pain and humiliation can a woman endure?
Judd's body tensed for an instant that brought blessed relief. Then he rammed down and let his cock fire. Jason's hot spitting cock seemed like a dribbling hose compared to what Judd fired into her.
Jism sprayed so thick and strong that it burned her deep inside. It flamed and it stuck wherever it hit-deep inside when he fired going in, near the swollen lips of her battered pussy when it gushed as he drew back.
Alicia cried tears of agony mixed with delight. The heat of his cum tingled her nerves. Another fierce orgasm began-pleasure born of pain. Deep rumblings and sharp, jarring shocks rattled her brain.
A full minute passed before Alicia could stop screaming. Five went by before she could draw a normal breath. "That was so good, I want you to do it again. Fuck my pussy while it's still simmering hot."
"No, it's your ass I want now. But I'm going to whip it first. A few stinging welts will make my big cock feel even better."
He walked to the closet and took a coiled whip of the top shelf-six feet of black, tightly braided leather that narrowed to a tip hardly larger than a pencil point. In her horror, the woman forgot about the chain locked around her neck. Alicia scrambled off the bed and bolted for the door, trailing the clattering links on the floor behind her until it pulled tight.
"Aaagggh!" She jerked and staggered back, bringing both hands to her throat.
Judd lashed out with the whip, a low side-arm stroke. The lengthy black tongue snaked around her ankles and pulled tight. Alicia tripped and fell backward with a tortured cry.
Alicia brought her hands down to cover her tits. Already the heated welt was swelling. Trembling fingers could even feel the braided pattern of the lash. She shrilled a wailing cry and pitched on her side, drawing into the hunched fetal position.
Judd laughed to see a woman behave like a baby. He had no sympathy for her. He was reliving the one great triumph of his young life-the day he broke from his dominating mother's control.
He laid the whip across her ass and left another flaming welt. Alicia's scream of terror rattled the window glass. Judd laid down the whip again before the echo of her cry had faded.
Alicia tried to stand, but he snaked the lash around her legs and knocked her down again.
She tumbled and came to the end of her chain again with a neck-wrenching jerk.
She sprawled on her back with her legs spread. Judd raised his whip hand high, ready to lash down and blaze a welt across her pussy mound.
Then Jason burst into the room. "Leave her be!" he shouted.
Judd's hand froze in midair. Alicia never thought she would be happy to see that awful man, but she was delighted just then. "Pa, I was just gonna make her tender for a little ass-fucking."
"Later," Jason said to the boy. "Ain't got time for that now."
Judd scowled and began to recoil the whip. The father bent down with a key in his hand. He unlocked the chain and helped Alicia to her feet. "You're letting me go?" she asked hopefully.
"Yeah, I am. I'm letting you go down to the kitchen and cook breakfast. It'll be dawn in a hour, the boy and I gotta eat."
Alicia Farnsworth had always hated getting up early to cook breakfast at home. It seemed demeaning to her. She wanted more from life than the smell of fresh coffee and the sizzle of bacon in the pain. But she'd never been more pleased by being made to cook than she was right then.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jason and the boy had appetites to match the size of their cocks. They ate a dozen eggs between them, two pounds of bacon and a platter of hash browns that Alicia had trouble keeping filled. Half a loaf of bread made toast for them, and half a pound of butter went on it. Alicia was so busy cooking that there wasn't time for her to eat.
They had another chain rigged in the kitchen for her. It was long enough for her to move from the stove to the table to the sink and back again but not long enough to let her leave the room.
She hadn't been allowed to dress. In fact, Jason had thrown her tattered clothes in the fire upstairs-everything but the mink collar off her coat. He'd let Judd keep that. Her burning leather coat made an awful stink, but not half so bitter smelling as what she felt inside.
"Storm's let up," Jason said. "Boy and me got work to do. You have dinner ready at noon sharp."
"Dinner at noon?" Alicia had never heard of such a thing.
"We eat supper at six. A lighter meal. Need a lotta food at mid-day. Big potta stew, two pans of biscuits, some sweet corn-maybe four ears each. And another half pound of butter."
"There isn't any more butter. You ate it all."
"I know that. There's a churn in the corner and cream in the fridge. You make damn sure we got plenty of butter by noon."
"I don't know how to churn butter."
"There's some old time cookbooks on that shelf. You better learn. If Judd don't have plenty of fresh butter to put on his biscuits, the boy gets awful mean."
"Where do you keep the biscuit mix?"
Jason laughed. "Biscuit mix? We got flour, lard, baking powder. You mix it."
"And the stew?" Alicia was almost afraid to ask.
"You'll find most of what you need in the vegetable bins. Potatoes, carrots, onions and such. Judd's gonna kill an old hen first thing, he'll bring that in. All you gotta do is clean it, cut it up and get it in the pot to be ready at noon."
"Do you mean a chicken with its feathers still on?"
"Yeah," Judd laughed. "Unless I can talk her into undressing for me."
"Oooh, I'll never get all that done in time."
"You'll get plucked worse'n that old hen if you don't," Jason warned as he got up from the breakfast table. "And make sure you get all the dishes washed."
Judd said, "After we eat, Pa and me are gonna pick up with you where we left off. I still ain't fucked your ass yet, and that's the only chore I got to do this afternoon." He pinched one of Alicia's naked asscheeks and. followed his father out the back door.
Alicia could not bear to even look at the chicken Judd killed. He'd chopped off its head, but the poor thing was still twitching, splattering blood in the sink and on the walls. "Be sure you get that cleaned off too," he told her. "Pa don't like a dirty house."
When Judd was gone, Alicia sat at the table with her head in her hands, sobbing. If she accomplished all they wanted, the two men would probably spend the afternoon fucking her. If she didn't do everything right, they would do worse than that.
She read the old cookbook, its pages yellowed and brittle with age. She got the churn and managed to make something that looked and tasted like butter, except that it wasn't in neatly wrapped cubes as she'd always seen it.
Cleaning the chicken was even worse, plucking the feathers down to bare skin and being forced to reach her hand into its still warm body. Alicia thought she might puke. It was all own fingers.
"Fuck, we're gonna frig each other off!" she whimpered.
"Like hell we are," Mandy said. "You ain't gonna come in my hand, Linda. You're gonna cream in my mouth!"
Her fingers shoved up Linda's fuckhole, squishing in the blonde's juicy fuck tunnel. As she slid her four fingers up Linda's cunt slot, she rubbed her tongue over the girl's clit.
Then she drew her hand away. Linda moaned, not wanting Mandy to stop fingerfucking her cunt ... but not protesting because she knew that Mandy's tongue would soon replace her hand.
Bringing her soaking hand up to her lips, Mandy began to lap Linda's cuntjuice from her fingers.
"Yummy," she purred. "You got a sweet pussy, honey ... and I'm gonna gobble the fucker up!"
Linda was trembling all over. Mandy pushed her back onto the bed. The redhead began to kiss and lick her way down the blonde's smooth belly. Linda's thighs opened wide and she slightly raised one knee. Mandy's tongue rustled through the thick curls of Linda's golden pubic thicket like a pink insect in a sunlit forest.
"Oh, shit, lick my cunt, Mandy," Linda urged.
But Mandy was enjoying the anticpation. She slid down lower, passing Linda's aching crotch, and began to run her tongue up the insides of the blonde's thighs. She lapped up the crease where Linda's leg joined her torso, her tongue running parallel with Linda's cunt but not yet making contact.
"Suck my fucking cunt!" wailed Linda.
Mandy drew back and stared at Linda's pussy, licking her lips in happy expectation. Linda's cuntlips were spread out in an oval and her fuckhole was running with juice. A look of radiant lust filled the redhead's face as she peered at Linda's succulent cunt and delicious cream. Her tongue switched back and forth. Her eyes blazed, burning into Linda's pussy like laser beams.
Linda jabbed her crotch down, desperate to get her cunt coupled to the redhead's mouth.
Mandy spread Linda's cuntlips open even farther with her fingers, exposing her dark inner pussylips. They were streaked and lathered with cuntjuice. Mandy's tongue pushed out, tingling and fluttering. She lowered her face and touched the tip of her tongue against fuck herself. I'm kind of tired after all that work. Be good to rest a spell, lie down and let her do the strenuous part."
"She won't do shit for you that way, Pa. A lazy city bitch who don't even wash the dishes?"
"She do plenty if you keep her ass humping with that whip of yours, boy."
"Yeah, and that'll have her ass all hot and tender when I fuck her from behind!"
Jason took off his sweaty work clothes and stretched out on the couch in the parlor. Judd locked the loose end of Alicia's neck chain to an eyebolt in the wall and went to get the whip.
"Straddle my face first," the man told her. "I'm gonna eat your pussy and heat it up a bit."
A lewd grin showed his stained and broken teeth. She hated the thought of him touching her, but Alicia had no choice. Not yet, not until later when they were both asleep. How much later that would be, she didn't want to think.
She crawled up on the couch with Jason and spread her legs, resting one knee on each side of his craggy face. The width of his lewd grin grew wider when he looked into her narrow, pink-lipped pussyslit.
"Fine-looking little cunt," he said. "A real cock pleaser! Sure am glad you got tired of a boring life in the suburbs!" He opened his mouth wide and sucked on her auburn-haired cunt gash, nibbling so roughly that she could feel the rake of his teeth.
She winced and lifted herself.
"Come back here!" Jason clapped his gnarled hands on her smooth thighs and forced her down within reach of his tongue. He wiggled that into her.
That meaty rasp felt rougher than the file she'd used to weaken her neck chain, but her pussy responded. The familiar heat of dreaded passion was starting again.
Fear also made her ripely curved body tingle, knowing that Judd would be viciously cruel with the whip if she failed to perform. He'd returned with the black braided lash and was standing somewhere behind her. Alicia could hear it hiss and snap when he practiced by cracking the whip over her head.
Jason's tongue speared deep and he sucked the seeping honey from her cunt. He coiled his tongue around her clit and teased it to life. Alicia's heartbeat quickened, part in fear of the whip, part in response to Jason's tongue lashing.
"Aaahhh," she sighed, pressing down harder on his face. "Eat me, Jason! Uuummm, suck my little pussy. Make it hot enough to fuck your monster cock!"
"You're hot enough to fuck already."
"Just suck me a little more. Whirl my clit with your tongue," she moaned.
"I'd rather fuck. Get ready, bitch."
"Yes, Jason!" To refuse would only invite another whipping, probably worse than the one before.
Judd's laugh sounded more sinister that the crack of the whip close above her head. Alicia backed up and took Jason's stiff cock in both hands. The web of veins pulsed like they were pumping fire.
Alicia closed her eyes, still in awe of his prick. On a handsome man who really loved her, it would have been such a beautiful thing. It was the staff of manhood, something she could hold in her hands but never completely control.
She raised up and pressed the bulging head of his cock on her wet clit. Alicia worked it around, humming tensely. The heat of its padded tip brought pleasure. Thinking of all the hard shaft below made her cringe.
The woman lowered herself gently, wincing and gasping as his huge cockknob parted her pussylips. She groaned.
"She's taking too damn long," Jason said. "See if you can speed her up a bit, boy."
"Sure, Pa!"
Alicia heard the hiss of the whip and then felt its stinging touch on the back of her left thigh. She howled a cry of pain. Judd flicked the whip again and stung the other thigh. She lurched, quivering as the flaming red welts spread from ass cheek to knee.
Shocked by the scorching pain, Alicia's knees weakened and she dropped like dead weight to impale herself on Jason's upraised cock. When it stabbed into her she shuddered and twitched, thinking of the chicken that Judd had killed and tossed into the sink.
Sobbing, she raised up again. The whip slashed across her ass. Alicia screamed and threw herself down on Jason's cock again. The heat of pleasure filled her inside. Burning pain blistered her skin.
Her lower body became a fiery mass of confusion. She bucked and reamed herself up and down on Jason's cock, filling her tight pussy with straining pleasures sharp enough to offset the pain. And Judd struck with the whip again and again.
The pain became orgasmic in its intensity. Each burning touch of the lash and each wild plunge down onto Jason's cock singed nerves throughout her body. Her pussy seethed, an inferno of insane lust.
Alicia bounded up and down, screaming like a mad woman. Her long hair flounced in shimmering waves. Though silky soft, even that light touch reminded her of the whip.
"You got her going now, boy. Hhhmmm, that's good. She can really fuck a man's big cock when she wants to!"
"And I do want to," she said through gritted teeth. "I love to lift and drop on your big rod!"
"Sting her again, Judd. Don't let her slow down!"
"Sure, Pa! I keep thinking how hot this is gonna make her ass for me!"
Even that thought bothered Alicia less now. Her climax had begun-an intense jaggling of nerves strained to the limit of endurance. Her shrilling screams rose in pitch as she threw herself down and ground her drooling pussy mouth around on the hairy root of the man's cock.
It surged inside of her and spouted cum like an obscene fountain. Though warm like heated syrup, Jason's gushing flow had a cooling effect. It made the stabbing intrusion of his cock a soothing relief. Her cuntmuscles tightened around his prick, writhing to milk out every last drop.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Oh, God! I'm cum-ming. Don't lie still, Jason. Hammer your cock into me. Aaagggh! Huuungh! Yes! Oooh, yes!"
Judd's heart beat wildly as he watched, almost as excited as if he'd been fucking himself. Each lashing stroke of the whip had made his cock swell harder. It throbbed painfully when he stripped off his clothes.
"Get outta the way, Pa! I want her ass while it's still nice and hot."
Jason untangled himself from her, rising up with a smile as he pushed Alicia head-down on her knees with her ass in the air. Even the rattle of her neck chain meant nothing to her now. Her strange rapture was that complete.
Judd climbed up on the couch behind her, leering as he aimed his cockhead at the cleft of her hot whipped ass.
"Wet that big fucker in her pussy, first," Jason told him. "Otherwise you'll fuck her death. Do that and you'll have to cook tomorrow."
Judd agreed grudgingly.
Alicia shuddered, thinking they cared for her only as a cook and an ass to fuck. It was a worse life than she'd ever known. It was also more strangely exciting than the timid affairs she'd enjoyed in the suburbs with more sophisticated males.
Her ass and her anguished mind both wrenched when Judd stabbed his cock into her from behind. Alicia screamed, "Stop! Oooh, dear God ... please make him stop!"
Judd laughed, rearing back to ram her little brown bud of her shit chute. She licked at it, then stabbed her hot tongue right up into the redhead's asshole. Mandy jerked and twitched, her tits swinging under her kneeling body like ripe fruit ready to be plucked.
"Ooooh, your asshole is delicious," Linda sighed, tonguing and sucking with joy. She was fingerfucking Mandy's cunt while she -rimmed out her ass.
Mandy began to vibrate, her ass jerking and twisting. Cuntjuice poured down her crotch. Linda knew that the redhead was going to cream at any moment and, as much as she was enjoying having a snack of asshole, she wanted to have her mouth on the girl's hairy pussy when it climaxed. She gave Mandy's shitter a last slurp, then slid back down, her lips open wide, clamping her mouth onto the redhead's juicy fuckhole like a limpet onto a mossy rock.
Her nimble tongue slithered deeply up the girl's cunt. Mandy's pussy muscles tightened, rippling on Linda's buried tongue, pulling and dragging on it as if it were a prick, fucking her.
"Cream me, Mandy!" Linda wailed.
Mandy's ass jolted back against Linda's brow. Linda bobbed up and down, wallowing in the redhead's groin. Mandy arched, her head coming up, her face a mask of lust.
"Fucking hell!" she cried.
"Give it to me!" Linda panted, desperate with the need to have Mandy climax on her tongue.
Mandy's cunt rippled and spasmed ... and came.
"I'm fucking creaming!" she gasped.
But Linda already knew that because she could feel the spasms that were rippling through Mandy's cunt and her mouth was filling up with the girl's pussyjuice.
She moaned with the pleasure of having a pussy climaxing in her mouth. Sucking steadily, she nursed happily away, swallowing the sweet, spicy cuntjuice as it poured into her hungry mouth.
Mandy's ass went up and down as if she were getting fucked doggy fashion. She came, then came again. Linda's talented tongue had started the horny redhead on a series of orgasms, a multiple coming. A wave rushed through her, ebbed ... and then another wave followed, higher and more prolonged, and then another! Mandy was crying out and sobbing with almost unbearable joy.
"Coming-coming-coming!" she panted.
"Come! Come! Come!" Linda gasped, wanting her tasty friend to keep right on they might punish her.
Outside in the dark of the night, she walked fifty yards from the house, trying not to let the ill-fitting boots scrape and make noise. Then she ran, tripping and stumbling, racing back to her stranded car.
A farmer passing in a battered old pickup saw her distress and offered to help. Alicia shuddered and gasped fearfully when he hauled out a tow chain from the back of his truck. "What's the matter, lady? Ain't you ever seen a chain before?"
Alicia could think of no way to explain. She only wanted to get away, as far from that awful place as she could before Jason or Judd chanced to wake.
She offered to pay the farmer for freeing her car, but he refused. "I can't take nuthin' from a pretty lady like you," he said with an easy grin.
Alicia said, "Thank you. You have no idea what a relief that is!" He was still scratching his head and wondering about that remark when she drove away, burning rubber until she hit third gear.
She'd been driving fast for over an hour before Alicia realized which way she was going-not toward the city that had been her home, but on toward the coast and whatever her new life held in store.
* * *
The rosy-pink glow of dawn made the woman feel better and the rolling ocean waves worked their soothing magic. Gulls soared and cried overhead. Alicia felt just as free, but hungry and bone tired. She stopped at the first nice-looking beachfront motel that she saw. She could eat in the coffee shop and then get some sleep.
As when her car had skidded so unexpectedly in the storm, Alicia's heart almost stopped when she reached into her purse to pay for the motel room. All her money was gone! Judd must have taken it. She'd told him about the $1200, and all Alicia had now was her pocket change.
The desk clerk was already eying her strangely. Alicia hadn't taken the time to change into some of her own clothes. She hadn't been thinking that clearly.
She had to use a credit card. Her husband would know where she'd been when he got the bill at home, but that couldn't be helped. By then she'd be gone. But where? And how would she get along without money? Alicia had counted on that to hold things together until she found a job somewhere.
Feeling trapped again, she bought a local paper and read that over breakfast, starting with the Help Wanted ads. Until then, Alicia had thought little about her job skills. Quite simply, she didn't have any.
She couldn't type or take shorthand. She damn sure wasn't going to be a cook or a waitress, that would be too much like the boring life she'd left behind. Her feelings of despair mounted as she read down the list. She wasn't a trained nurse, she didn't have a teaching credential. She'd been a housewife all her adult life.
There was only one job offered that Alicia thought she might qualify for-a companion and housekeeper for an invalid woman. Her heart sank. It would mean being a drudge again, a housekeeper. It didn't pay much, and her idea of companionship wasn't some cranky woman she imagined to be old and gray.
Alicia slept after eating breakfast, but not well.
* * *
In the afternoon she called and arranged for an interview. Yes, the job was still open. That was a relief. And the woman's voice sounded young and quite pleasant. That was a surprise. Alicia began to feel better.
When she arrived at the house Alicia got an even more pleasant surprise. It wasn't just a house, it was a mansion set high on a hilltop overlooking the sea. Acres of lawn surrounded the elegant structure. It was like something from her girlish dreams when she'd imagined herself being married someday to a fabulously wealthy man.
A butler answered the door. A butler! And he was an extremely handsome young man. Alicia introduced herself, thinking that being a servant in this wonderful place might not be so bad after all.
"This way," he said smoothly. "Mrs. Wallingford is expecting you. She's in the library."
A lot of city libraries were smaller and not as well stocked as the room Alicia was ushered into. The ceiling was at least sixteen feet tall, and all four walls were lined clear to the top with beautifully bound leather volumes.
The woman she found waiting in a wheelchair was even more elegant. A stunning beauty with a radiant smile and long waves of ash-blonde hair that framed her classic face.
"I'm Lucinda Wallingford," she said, extending a slender, perfectly manicured hand. Then with a nod of her head, she dismissed the butler. He left the room, closing the door behind him. "Call me Lucy."
Alicia introduced herself, noticing that the lap robe covering the woman's legs was made of ranch mink. It must have cost thousands. With a shudder, she recalled the collar Judd had torn off her coat and used to stroke his cock. The nightmare in that awful old house now seemed mercifully far away.
The two women talked and the gorgeous ash blonde seemed as anxious for Alicia to take the job as she was to get it. She would have a spacious room in the servant quarters, a color TV, and use of the swimming pool and tennis court in her off-hours. The cook and a maid would do the heavy work. At most, Alicia would have to do a little straightening up-and provide company for the invalid beauty. They agreed quickly. Alicia took the job.
"Now that's all settled," Lucy said with a smile, "there's something you must know. I'm no more a cripple than you are." She threw off the lap robe, stood up and walked to the window where she stood gazing at the sea.
"But-but why this charade?" Alicia asked.
"Because it keeps my husband from touching me," she explained. "He's a dirty old man. Very wealthy and thoroughly disgusting. I was in an accident two years ago and did have to use the chair for a while. Now I've fully recovered, but my husband must never know that."
"All right. I need this job, and you are the one who hired me. My first loyalty is to you.
"Good. I'm glad you understand. Now, take off your clothes."
"What?"
"Take off your clothes. I want to see what you look like. I've been dying to know since you first walked in the room. You are so tiny, so perfectly proportioned. I can't wait to make love with you!"
"Oh, wait a minute-"
"Do you want a salary and a comfortable place to live?" Lucy asked with calculated calm. Alicia hesitated, her mouth gaping. "What else is a runaway wife with no talent and no money going to do?"
"I-I don't know." Alicia began to tremble.
"You've never had sex with another woman before?"
"No, never!"
"Then let me show you all the pleasures you've missed." Lucy spread the dark fur robe on a leather couch. "In a few minutes, you'll be as horny as I am. You'll beg me to suck your cunt and make you cum!"
"I doubt that," Alicia said, but she pulled down the zipper of her dress.
"Let me help you." Lucy's hands were soft and warm, her touch quite tender. After all she had been through, Alicia found the woman's gentleness strangely exciting. girls walked toward the house, and the big dog frolicked at her heels, sniffing at her naked asses, his cock bobbing up and down under his belly. His fuckrod was so long that he seemed to be stepping astride a horizontal pole. He was whining and yelping as he followed them into the house and on up the stairs. They led him into Mandy's bedroom.
"What'll we do with him first?" Linda asked.
"Shit, I don't know. You wanna blow him?"
Linda looked shy but she said, "I bet he'd like a blowjob, huh? I guess he's never had one."
"Naw. Even French poodles don't suck cock," said Mandy.
Rex was nuzzling at her cunt again. The redhead sat down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide apart. "You can play with his prick while he laps my cunt, okay?" she suggested. "That'll get him real worked up. Then we'll suck his prick!"
"Ooooh, yeah! And drink his cum!" enthused the blonde.
Mandy grabbed the doggy by the collar and she hauled his snout into her crotch, holding him there, although that was not necessary, for the dog was intrigued by her delicious pussy. His head bobbed up and down as he slapped his long, wet, nimble tongue up her flooded cuntslit and over her throbbing clit. "Oh, fuck! That's good!" Mandy gasped. Her ass was on the edge of the bed and she shifted her hips from side to side as Rex lapped merrily away on her cunt. She arched her back, thrusting her hairy pussy against his muzzle. Her pink cuntlips rippled and parted, and the dog's tongue was slurping right up inside her creamy fuckhole.
Linda took his cock in her hand and she began to jack it up and down. But she was jacking him slowly, not getting into the rhythm that would make him come because she didn't want to waste the doggy's first load on a handjob. Cum was too delicious to taste. Pulling on his prick, she watched his tongue slide up her friend's juicy cuntslot. Rex seemed to be really enjoying his snack. Linda didn't blame him, either. She knew how delectable Mandy's pussy tasted.
Her hand slid back onto his balls. They were swollen like an over-inflated balloon. She squeezed gently and felt his rock-hard balls shift inside the loose skin. He might not have as much cum stored up as a pony, but he the viciousness of his attack. "You'll pay for that too!" he snarled, and Alicia could see that his cock bulged obscenely in the tight black pants of his somber-looking uniform.
He grabbed Alicia's ankles and held them while his evil mistress bound them together. "You can't do this to me!" Alicia screamed.
"Of course we can. We've done it lots of times. That's how we keep my husband happy. He's too old and weak to tame a pussy like yours, but he loves to fuck."
"This is a madhouse," Alicia sobbed, straining against the tightly cinched velvet cords. It did no good. There must have been something much stronger inside.
Lucinda tugged on the cord around Alicia's wrists and stretched her arms over her head. Then she tied it somewhere out of sight at the end of the couch. Laughing smugly, she did the same at the woman's feet.
Alicia sobbed in horror. She could hardly move. Even Jason had not bound her so tightly, so helplessly. She was trapped in an opulent nightmare, bound in velvet and squirming on luxurious mink.
"Give me your belt, James." Lucinda chuckled, rubbing her hands together, leering down with sadistic delight in her eyes.
His belt was thin and black with a silver buckle that flashed in the gloom. That twinkling light vanished when Lucinda's hand closed around it. She wore a long, snug-fitting black sheath dress and looked like a beautiful witch.
Alicia saw her through watery eyes. In a chilling moment of silence, she heard the distant rumble of ocean waves. Then the slender leather belt lashed down and stung her pussy-mound.
"I love to whip pussy," Lucinda said with an evil laugh. "I think torment increased the tang. All your sexy juices will be flowing when I suck your cunt!"
"Oooh, no!" Alicia saw her arm streak back for another blow. The belt lashed her smoothly curved pelvic dome again.
"Look at her, James. See how deliciously hot she's getting already?"
"Yes, madam."
He grinned, not minding the orders she gave because Lucinda was so generous in sharing her lewd pleasures with him. More than a dozen women had been lured to the hilltop estate by the ad for a companion that appeared every month or so. He'd fucked them all, but couldn't remember any that excited him more than this tiny, helpless little doll. He undressed himself while Lucinda continued to lay on the lash.
James was blonde and well-built, with a lean and hard body that was almost hairless. He looked more like a marble statue than a man. Only a thick ruff of golden cockhair and a massive hard-on made him look human.
Lucinda dropped the belt after delivering thirteen stinging lashes. "One for every inch of Jame's magnificent cock," she said with a smile. "Isn't it the most beautiful prick you ever saw? I've never had the courage to let him fuck me, but I love to watch that huge ram in action."
She dropped to her knees and began to suck Alicia's cunt. It was oozing damp warmth in response to pain and cringing fear of the butler's big cock. The ash-blonde beauty laughed at Alicia's anguished moans and twirled her clit to stir more sweet honey to suck.
"Hhhmmm, what a delicious little pussy you have! I don't think you've ever fucked one quite this small, have you, James?"
"No, ma'am. The smallest until now was that little teenaged runaway we had last month."
"Oh, yes. That poor girl. She was a virgin until James ripped into her. She bled all over that beautiful mink. It cost a fortune to have it cleaned, but my husband didn't mind. When he bloodied his old dick in her, he thought he'd popped her cherry. That's a real thrill for a man almost eighty years old."
Lucinda's tongue ran deep inside. The smaller woman imagined it was an old man's cock-a hideous long and skinny thing covered with wrinkles.
But Lucinda's expert tongue lashing made her pussy writhe and gush. The woman stopped just short of bringing her to a climax. "James, I think now she is ready to fuck."
"Yes, madam. So am I!"
CHAPTER SIX
He crouched over Alicia with his legs spread, straddling hers that were so tightly bound. Grinning and grasping hard, he probed with his cock to find her tender pussyslit.
"At least untie my feet," she begged. "Let me spread my legs!"
"No, your tawny little pussy will be even tighter this way."
"But you'll hurt me!"
"I hope so. I love it when a woman screams."
"That's awful!"
"Only for a little while. Then it makes the climax stronger."
"Yes," Lucinda agreed. "How long did you keep that little teeny-bopper cumming? My God, it must have gone on for half an hour!"
"And this little bitch feels even better to me.
"I wanted her to be hot for you. I love to watch that beautiful big cock bore into a wet cunthole!"
"A tight, hot wet cunt! Hhhmmm, and that's what she's got!"
"Oh, watching it makes my pussy so jealous!" Lucinda said. She hiked up her long dress and began to finger her own clit. A sharp gasp of pleasure came from her lips, and then she began to drool. "Fuck her, James! I want to pretend you're doing it to me!"
"Aaagggh! If you want his awful big cock so much, why don't you fuck him yourself?"
"Because my husband would have poor James castrated if he knew. He keeps half a dozen security guards on the place, terrible men. They'd do it. They'd cut off that beautiful prick and my husband would slice it like salami!
"The old man will give you to the guards when he's through with you. They must be tired of that little teenager by now. Even their dogs have fucked her!"
Alicia's eyes clenched shut in horror.
"Imagine a big German shepherd with a pointed cock in a scruffy fur sheath," Lucinda said with a lewd giggle. "The guards have six of them and that's how they've been trained to attack women. You should have seen what they did to the last poor bitch who tried to escape. Her pussy looked like raw meat!"
Alicia felt a tight knot in her stomach start to rise. She thought she'd puke. And all the time, the butler's terrible big cock was sinking deeper, forcing her bound legs to part.
"If you don't satisfy James, we'll throw you to the dogs right away," Lucinda warned. "And a pussy that smells of cum makes the poor beasts insane. If they don't kill you, you'll wish they had!"
Alicia's eyes fluttered and she felt faint. I can't pass out, she thought. I'll never satisfy this sadistic bastard if I do. I've got to thrill him. I've got to try!
It was hard with her arms and legs tied, her body drawn tight. But Alicia humped her ass up off the silky mink robe to meet his sinking cock.
"Ungh, that's a little better," he said. James thrust deeper in, driving her back. Even the soft touch of mink made Alicia cringe.
She arched and twisted, sobbing bitterly as more cock burned into her tight cunthole. Alicia strained but could not spread her legs nearly enough. "Oh, God ... it hurts!"
"Yeah," growled. "And you're only halfway there!"
"Fuck the rest into her, James. I want to see some real action. Ream her good!"
"Anything you say, ma'am! Hungh! How's that?"
Alicia's shrill cry should have been answer enough, but Lucinda said, "Good, James! Now make it better. Fuck as hard and deep and fast as you can!"
That was the kind of order he liked to take. He hammered his loins on the bound woman's whipped pussy. Searing hot pains tortured her inside and out. She screamed and sobbed and bit her tongue so hard that it started to bleed.
He caught the scent of blood and leered as it trickled down her lip. "Hhhmmm, I want to kiss you! I want to suck on your tongue while we fuck!"
"Yes, James! Do it! This is the best one yet. I'm going to have an orgasm just watching you!"
Alicia wanted to keep her mouth shut, but she dared not displease either of them. He kissed her and sucked her tongue into his mouth. His lapped hers in a wild fury enflamed by the copper-sweet taste of blood.
"Ooooh, James! I want some too! Move your head, please. Suck on one of her tits for a while." Lucinda bent down, smacking her lips. "Hhhmmm, delicious. It's like sucking a freshly torn virgin!"
Alicia's mind whirled in a haze of torment. Every nerve sparked with pain. She tossed and twisted beneath the woman's lips, but even that was not enough for the blonde. Lucinda bit her.
"Yeeeeow!"
"There you are, James. I've made it fresh for you. Now suck her tongue and let me have her naughty little tits. I wish I could bite them too!"
"No!"
"Lucky for you my husband doesn't like his women marked."
"What about the whippings I received?" she asked in a quaking voice. "The welts still show plainly."
"Yes, but there's nothing we can do about that now. Just relax and enjoy yourself. Maybe Cyrus will be thrilled. He might want to whip you too!"
Alicia sobbed deeply and shut her eyes. "How could anyone enjoy this?"
"Think of all the worse things you could be doing-like washing dishes and watching some boring soap opera on TV."
"That sounds like heaven to me now!" she cried. "I never should have left. I never should have ... aaagggh!" Lucinda sucked painfully hard on her tit.
The woman had learned that enough suction will sometimes bring out a drop or two of almost clear fluid. The only thing she liked sucking better was a nursing mother. Milk-swollen tits were as tasty as they were hard to find.
"Now, James! Make her cum! Fuck her with all your might!"
Alicia would have screamed and cursed the pain, but he was also sucking madly on her tongue. She could only make gurgling noises and pray the torture would soon end.
It did sooner than she dared hope. His reaming cock made her pussy writhe with the spasms of climax. Lucinda could feel the shivering tension as she sucked on Alicia's tit, flailing the wet nipple with her tongue.
Alicia's whole body quivered and her nerves twanged. Her vision blurred and then she saw blinding lights in the darkened room. The glare continued even when she clamped her eyes closed.
His sucking mouth pulled like he wanted to uproot her tongue. His hand cupped the tit that Lucinda wasn't sucking and his thumb began to circle her nipple.
Alicia muttered more anguished noises. This was both better and worse than what Jason and Judd had done. The exquisite tension became unbearably strong. She tossed her head so violently that her tongue popped out of the butler's mouth.
"I'm cumming! Oh, Christ!"
"And here's some jism to keep your steam up!"
"Hungh! Oooh, what a fiery load!"
"Tell me what it's like," Lucinda said anxiously. "I've never fucked a man with as much jism as James. It takes me half an hour to suck all the cream from a pussy he's fucked."
"It's like boiling oil. It sprays and it sticks. I can feel it running slowly down the walls of my cunt.
"Oooh, you're so lucky!"
Even as her mind blurred into ecstasy, Alicia marveled at the depth of this woman's perversions. Outwardly it seemed that she had everything a woman could want-youth, beauty and wealth. But inside she must have been a mass of torment, pretending to be a cripple so her husband wouldn't fuck her, yet she was obsessed with sex.
It took the explosive joy of orgasm to blank her mind. James kept grunting and fucking her long after the peak had passed. His cock was still gushing jism and she was cumming again, soaring higher, escaping from restraint the only way she could. Seemingly endless minutes of enchantment passed before his cock was stilled.
Lucinda enjoyed a climax of sorts along with her. She sucked Alicia's tit while the woman's body pulsed with the vibrant heat of relief and she whirled a finger madly around her own clit. It felt good, but nothing like cock. If only there was a man she dared to fuck, one brave enough not to fear the wrath of an insanely jealous old man. Lucinda's tortured orgasm ended in a burst of tears.
When James had recovered enough to untangle himself from the bound woman and begin breathing normally again, she dried her eyes and said, "Go wake the master, he's been napping long enough. Tell Cyrus we have a treat for him, a luscious young bitch who will learn to worship his withered old prick."
"Yes, madam." The cool, impersonal tone had returned to his deep voice. When James was dressed again in his trim black pants and short jacket, no one would have guessed what he'd just done.
"I'll suck her pussy clean so that she will feel fresh when the master arrives," Lucinda said. "I hope he likes her. I hope he fucks himself to death. I'd love to inherit all this and live with a real man!"
James grinned, despite a butler's steely mask that was supposed to hide all emotion. He'd always thought that man would be him. He wanted more than anything to fuck the gorgeous woman who was so fond of giving him orders.
He wanted her on her knees, begging and pleading for his big cock. He wouldn't let her have it at first. It would be more satisfying to jack-off and gush cum all over her face. Then he would piss on her to wash it off.
His lurid visions of power haunted him daily. He would swaddle the bitch in that elegant sable coat she so adored, bind her to the cross in the master's secret room and then strip her to the skin with a braided lash-the whip used by the guards to keep the dogs under control. He would be the master then, and if the money ever ran out, he would throw Lucinda to the dogs and watch the bitch finally get what she deserved.
The stately ash-blonde beauty failed to see his smoldering look of contempt. She was gazing too fondly at Alicia's cunt. Its lips were puffed, swollen by the vicious pounding they'd just received. And they were seeping cum that shimmered like quicksilver.
"I can't let a drop of that spill on my beautiful mink," she whispered hotly. "I've got to drink it all. I've got to kiss your battered pussy and make it fresh again. Hhhmmmm!"
Lucinda's clit swelled harder with each stroke of her tongue. The scent and taste of fresh jism made her neglected pussy squirm.
Her clit was a large one, bigger than the first joint of Alicia's little finger. "Isn't that the most beautiful clit you ever saw? Imagine the sensations I feel when a man's hairy loins drum on that nub!"
"Ungh, it must be awful! Mine is sheltered and the pleasures are sometimes more than I can stand."
"I can fuck a woman with it almost like a man would," she said, still holding her long dress high. "Would you like me to do that to you?"
"N-n-no, please. Not after all I've been through. I've been fucked more in the last few days than in the last five years."
"I know," Lucinda cooed. "You're such a lucky little bitch. My pussy has never been treated to anything so wonderful. First that farmer and his son, then my butler ... oooh!"
"Why don't you quit pretending to be a cripple and let your husband fuck you? If you're horny an old man's cock would be better than none."
"Not his."
"Why?"
"When you see what he likes to do, you'll know. But don't think about that now. Just think how good it will feel to have my big, juicy clit bumping yours."
"I don't want to do that. I want to go home. I have a husband and a daughter I love!"
"Then why did you run away from them?" Lucinda asked suspiciously.
"Because-"
"Because you were frustrated. Your husband was working all the time, busting his ass to get rich. My husband is already rich beyond your wildest dreams, and he's not worth a shit to me. I only love his money and all the wonderful things it will buy."
"What good is all that if you have to spend your life mostly confined in a chair?"
"Don't preach to me, you bitch. You ran away your way, and I'm doing it mine."
"I think you're crazy!"
"So are you. That's why we'll have such good sex together." Lucinda climbed astride her and pressed down. "Hhhmmm, you see? It feels good already."
"Aaahhh, yes it does."
"If I fuck you like this, your pussy will smear warm cum on mine."
"Hungh! I guess so. Graaagh! Not so hard. Even without a real cock you're making it hurt."
"I'll make you climax next. You just won't believe what a horny woman can do. I've spent so much time fingering my own clit, I know every move."
"Yes. Oh, God yes. In some ways this is more exciting than being fucked by a man."
"You can say that because you've had both. Right now, you're all I've got. You better make sure that my husband likes you so that we can do this again."
"Yes, I will. Oooh, I will!"
Lucinda was grinning lewdly when their climax began. Only she really knew how difficult Cyrus Wallingford was to please and she delighted in watching the torment of those who failed. Alicia would give her a lot of lewd pleasure-one way or the other.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lucinda was sitting primly in her wheelchair when he unlocked the door and tottered into the room. She was brushing her silky blonde hair, somehow managing to look forlorn even though her wild lesbian climax was only a few moments past. Her lap and her long, shapely legs were shrouded in dark folds of shimmering mink.
She had untied Alicia and ordered her to dress. Alicia had tried to run from the room, not minding that she was stark naked. But James had locked the door behind him and she had no choice but to do as she was told and hope for the best.
Lucinda flashed a wan, pathetic little smile as her husband approached. "See what I've found for you, dear? Another luscious little treat to provide you the pleasures I no longer can."
"You're such a sweet and understanding wife," he said in a voice that cracked like rusty hinges. "And yes, she is a beauty. I can feel my old cock starting to get hard already. I'm going to treat her to all the wild passions that we used to share."
"She's faking," Alicia said bluntly. "She can walk as well as I can-better than you, you creepy old man!"
"And you're a liar!" he shot back. "A dozen or more women have tried to tell me that. I've never believed any of them. She's completely paralyzed from the waist down, but her pussy still aches when it remembers the thrills I once gave her. Now the poor dear gives me sexual pleasure the only way she can."
"You're as fucking stupid as you are old!" Alicia raged. She'd all but forgotten about the guards and their fierce dogs.
Cyrus Wallingford was frightening. He'd have been well over six feet tall if he could have stood up straight, but he walked hunched. His body was thin and wasted with age. A once trimly tailored suit now bagged on him.
A fringe of white hair like a horseshoe went around the back of his head. Aside from that he was completely bald-he didn't even have eyebrows that Alicia could see. Some kind of palsy made his hands shake, even the one steadied by his stout cane.
He glared at her, eyes blazing like two lumps of coal set in deep sockets on a face that looked already dead. "Do you think I became a multi-millionaire by being stupid, you silly bitch? Lucinda's condition has been checked by the finest specialists in the world!"
"She must bribe them to lie to you. Or maybe she fucks them. She'd like that even better. She's the horniest, most depraved woman that I've ever known. And she's not paralyzed. She'll jump out of that chair to dance on your grave!"
"Liar!" the old man screeched.
He lashed at her with his cane but was too infirm to come anywhere close. Without its support, he almost fell when Alicia leaped back out of the way.
She grabbed a gold letter opener off the library table and lunged forward again, dodging around the old man. "I'll show you how completely paralyzed she is!" Alicia's arm swept down before Lucinda could react enough to more than partially block her stabbing thrust.
The letter opener pierced the fur lap robe and sank half an inch into her thigh before Lucinda caught her wrist. The woman didn't make a sound. She didn't even blink. That's what a fine actress she was.
"I would let you stab it all the way through, I can't feel a thing. But I'm afraid of infection. In my weakened condition-"
"Weakened condition? Your one arm is stronger than both of mine." Alicia strained to hurt the woman so that she would cry out.
"Your arms and hands get very strong when you have to get around in a wheelchair all day," the woman said with an icy grin.
Cyrus Wallingford's voice grated like fingernails on a blackboard. "James! Come quickly and signal the guards! This horrible bitch has attacked my poor wife!"
He burst through the door like a bull. "It's all right, sir. I can handle her!" He grabbed Alicia from behind and pulled her away. She screamed and stabbed backwards with the bloody letter opener.
This time the old man's aim was better. He struck out with his cane again and hit Alicia across the back of her hand. The red-smeared letter opener went flying and Alicia screamed and cupped the hand she thought was broken. Shooting pains went up her arm from fingers that felt completely numb.
"You hold her," Cyrus said. "I'll open the door to my secret chamber." He reached out with the tip of the cane and touched a button on the wall near the door. He chuckled merrily. "Heh, heh ... these old hands aren't as unsteady as they look. Nothing like a fierce struggle to get a man's blood surging again! Rip her clothes off, I want her naked!"
"Yes, sir! This one's a real spitfire. You should have a lot of fun with her."
He was still chuckling, watching two sections of book shelving ease silently apart. Beyond the narrow panel, Alicia saw a hidden room walled with stone. As the opening grew wider, it revealed what looked like a dungeon or a medieval torture chamber.
"I found that in an old castle," Cyrus told her. "In a country that used to be called Transylvania. It was in ruins, cursed some say, but I had it brought here stone by stone and had it restored by the finest craftsmen money can buy."
Alicia was kicking and screaming, frantically trying to free herself from the butler's strong grasp. But it was no use. He lifted her feet off the floor and carried her into the room walled and floored with rough stone.
"I think we'll try the Iron Maiden first," the old man said with a quaking peel of laughter. "I haven't used that in too long a time. Remember how you used to love it when I locked you in there, dear?" He was wheeling his wife into the room.
"Oh, yes! And I loved it, Cyrus! If only we could do all those wonderful things again. I never felt more exquisite pain than when you fucked me while I was inside that crushing iron suit!"
"At least you can remember how thrilling it was. You were the best of them all, Lucinda. That's why I married you and will always love you."
The Iron Maiden they were talking about looked like an elaborate suit of armor with a few frightening modifications. One, the front and back of it were hinged to open like a woman's compact. Two, the inside was studded with tiny little spikes less than an eighth of an inch long.
"Those spikes used to be much longer," Cyrus said. "They would stab right through even a strong man when the crank was turned and the suit began to shrink tighter and tighter all around. Look how beautifully fitted the many pieces are! All of them geared to this one little crank."
Alicia no longer had breath to scream. Unreasoning fear clamped on her chest with force to match the iron suit that could be made even smaller and smaller by turning the crank. Cyrus was spinning it excitedly, shrinking it to her small size.
"Throw her in, James! Slam it shut! I want to punish her for telling lies and trying to hurt my lovely Lucinda!"
"Yes, sir!"
Alicia warbled faint sounds of fear, all that she had strength to utter. She would have happily run back to Jason and Judd rather than face the fears of confinement she felt when the two of them slammed the heavy front of the iron suit shut.
Alicia slumped back, her knees weak and trembling. The tiny spikes pricked her skin and she lunged forward, only to feel the same little stabs of pain all over her body in front.
Her tits escaped the sting of tiny spikes. They fit through twin round holes in the chest of the suit. A larger opening in the crotch exposed her pussy. Alicia sobbed because she could guess what those were for.
"I'll turn this crank until you don't have breath enough to even whisper another lie," Cyrus said. Alicia could see his leering grin through thin slits in the face of the helmet-like enclosure that was already shrinking around her head.
"Shall I turn the crank for you, sir? That way you can conserve your strength for the real fun."
"No, no! Let Lucinda do it. Her hands must be nearly as strong as yours."
"Oh, yes! Let me do it. That's the only way I can share in your pleasure now, my dear husband."
Alicia moaned. It made a ringing echo inside the iron suit. At least now she could understand why the woman pretended to be an invalid. She dreaded to think of all the things Cyrus must have done to her. And then she moaned louder, thinking of all the things that would now be done to her!
She stood erect, trying to remain perfectly still so the spikes wouldn't touch her. But that kept getting harder because the suit became smaller all around with each turn of the crank.
"Kiss her pussy, Cyrus. Wiggle your tongue into her. That should really make her squirm!"
"Good idea, Lucinda!" His joints creaked like the metal parts of the suit when he sank to his knees. "Give the crank another little spin," he said. "Her tawny little cunthole isn't quite close enough for me."
"Like this, dearest?"
"Aaah, yes ... that's perfect. Look how her hairy little pussyslit is pressed against the opening now!"
"Oooh, I hope her pussy is as sweet as mine was. I remember how you used to love to ram your tongue so deep in me!"
"And she should like it as much as you did. My leathery tongue is the only thing that hasn't grown weaker with age."
"That and your cock, Cyrus. You can't know how I envy all the beautiful women you've fucked since my terrible accident."
"All the beautiful women that you've lured here for me! What a loving and unselfish wife you are!"
"What a cheating, lying, insane bitch you mean!" Alicia's wild cry made her ears ring inside the suit.
"I'll give her another turn of the crank for that," Lucinda said.
"Give her two or three. That should practically bulge her pussymound into my mouth."
Alicia could not even quiver without feeling the spikes now. It was pure agony trying to remain so perfectly still while the hideous old man lapped and sucked at her imprisoned pussyslit.
"Does she taste good, Cyrus?"
"Not as sweet as you. Not as juicy either."
"I can help that some. Another turn of the crank should wring more honey from her cunt for you."
"Hhhhmmmm, yes. But that's still not enough."
"I'll squeeze her more."
"What a wonderful wife you are!"
Alicia's mind raged, I'm in a lascivious loonie bin! I belong at home. I should be cooking dinner for my husband and child. Then she began to sob hysterically.
"Why don't we allow James to suck on her tits?" Lucinda suggested.
"Yes, indeed! The truly noble are always kind to the hired help. James, my good man, you will find a smaller crank underneath her left arm. Turn that and it will shrink the rims of the holes her breasts stick through. You can make them bulge to at least twice normal size."
"Just don't get too excited and nip them off," Lucinda said sweetly.
"Do you think this is enough, madam?"
"Oh, shit no! She's probably worn wired bras that made her tits bulge more than that. Here, let me!" Lucinda gave the small crank another couple of turns.
"Perfect, madam! Look how blushing pink her tits are now."
"Of course! The rushing blood is being trapped inside. Those should be the most succulent tits you ever tasted. I remember how my nipples used to tingle when Cyrus tightened the clamp on me."
"Aaaahhhh, yes ... and those fond memories are making my old prick hard again, my darling. Tilt the Maiden onto her back, would you please, James? Just trip that lever on the side."
"Yes, sir!"
Alicia heard a sharp clank and the instrument of her confinement suddenly tipped backward. She was sprawled on her back inside the suit, unable to avoid the spikes behind her now. They pricked and tingled her skin from head to foot. And, like all the petty annoyances of city life, they kept closing in all around her. "I've got to get out of here!" Alicia scream-ed in a voice that hurt her own ears.
"In time," Cyrus promised. "We must all learn to endure pressure. Only that makes relief the great and consuming pleasure we all seek!"
"You're a raving lunatic!" she hissed when he leered down at her through the slotted mesh that was slowly tightening to squeeze her face.
"And I'm also a brilliant man. The two are often much the same. I've grown rich because I don't care who gets hurt, or how much. Their pain only adds to my pleasure because it proves that I am the master of all I survey."
Alicia cringed and tried to imagine that none of this could be happening to her. It was an awful nightmare, but she would soon awaken and it would all go away. She'd be in her own comfortable bed, warm and snug with a husband who loved her-even though he was often too distracted to show it.
Cyrus stripped off the expensive suit that now fit him so poorly, then a shirt and under-shorts that reeked with the musty odors of old age. Then Cyrus was astride her, working his cock into her painfully squeezed pussyhole.
"Oh, damn!" she heard Lucinda say. "I've turned my crank as far as it will go. The suit wasn't made for a woman as petite as her."
"It's all right, dear."
"But I wanted to make her really tight for you! I know how long and willowy thin your cock is."
"Yes, but age has twisted and hunched it like my back. The poor bitch will think she's being fucked by a cork-screw."
Alicia couldn't see the gnarled cock he described, but she could feel it twisting into her. That's how it felt-like the turning of a screw. The tightening of another clamp.
She shrieked in horror. He leaned over the slotted mask and leered with spittle dribbling from his lips. "Too bad I can't kiss you. That's the one problem with the design of this suit."
"I'd rather eat shit than kiss your ugly face! You're the most depraved and disgusting man I ever met! And with all I've been through lately, that's saying a lot!"
"Oh, dear ... don't cry. You might rust the Iron Maiden, and we'll surely want to use it again."
"My pussy would cry salt tears if I thought that would rust your warped cock. I would love to feel it fall off!"
"If it does, it will be inside of you. Deep inside. Forever and ever!"
"Grungh. Hhhhooo! That's deep enough. Please, no more!"
"Tell Lucinda you're sorry for the terrible things you said and did."
"I'm sorry! Oh, God ... I'm sssssooooo sorry!"
"Tell me how much you like my cock."
"It's wonderful. It twists and wracks my pussy in ways I've never felt before."
"And you like that, don't you?"
"I love it! Oooh, yes. I want you to fuck me even more."
Cyrus said coldly, "Tighten the clamps on her tits, James. This little bitch is a terrible liar. I don't believe a word she's said yet."
"Ooowww! No, please stop. That's going to cut my tits."
"Then fuck me like you love it," he demanded.
"How can I? I can't move!"
"You have plenty of muscles inside your tiny cunt. Use them. Squeeze my cock or I'll tell Lucinda how to coax another turn or two from the crank."
Like a lot of women, Alicia had never given much thought to using the muscles lining her cunt. It had seemed like a needless bother to her before but now she tried desperately to master the art. She clamped the mouth of her pussy on him and tried to start a rippling motion that would run the entire length of his cock. Alicia had to fuck him expertly with only her cunt muscles. The rest of her body was painfully confined. The sleek hollow of her cunt was all she could move.
"Aaahhh, you're doing better," Cyrus said.
"Yes, ungh. It pleases me too!" That was not entirely a lie. The undulating waves of motion in her cunt began to soothe her tortured mind.
She concentrated more intently on the pulsing, surging contractions in her cunt. Alicia tried to fuck like a harem slave whose life depended upon her pleasing a man's cock.
Her writhing cunt surrounded his old cock and sucked with all its strength. She drew him in and teased and stroked the shaft with varied rhythms of lusty delight-all without moving a muscle that anyone could ever see.
Alicia's whole body began to wrack and twist itself inside. The tiny spikes poked pleasure into every tense nerve. But it was the twisted spear of his cock that pleased her most. Its warped length made her pussy seethe in response to his thrusting.
Cyrus fucked hard into her and she held on tight as he drew back. She relaxed the shivering tension as he entered her again. His cock twisted deep into her while her pussy quivered, then she squeezed and milked him demanding-ly.
The old man began to huff, gaining strength as his excitement increased. Now she wrenched her cuntmuscles as though to deny him entry.
He had to force his way into her slithering cunt.
"Hhhaaa! You see, my pretty little bitch ... no kind of confinement is ever complete. One can always find some way to move."
"Yes! Oooh, yes. I'm sorry I never tried this hard before. My husband would have loved what my pussy can do."
"Forget about him. It's me you must please now!"
"Yes, master. Oooh, yes. I must repay you for all the pleasure and knowledge you've given me. I'll make you cum as hard as when you were young!"
"Uuunnngh ... you might just be able to do that. And each time must be better than the one before."
"Yes, master. It will be!"
Cyrus moaned contentedly and rammed into her, letting his cock fire its thin stream of spurting cum. Alicia cried in delight and wondered how long her new talent for fucking would continue to please the old man.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cyrus Wallingford's orgasm lacked the explosive vigor and searing hot flow of jism that gushed from younger men, but Alicia kept wringing his cock to make the draining pleasure of his cumming last and last.
Her pussy kept up its pulling and sucking motions long after there was no more cum for her to receive. Still his old prick kept pulsing inside her, its twitching strength kept firm by the frenzied grip of her cunt.
Lucinda felt a jealous twinge when she saw how long the imprisoned little bitch kept the old man sighing and gasping in delight. But no way would she ever endure her husband's vicious lust again-not for all the money in the world.
"Aaahhh," Cyrus sighed at last. "That was good. Now let's put my worthy little slave on the rack."
"Yes, sir. The rack it is!" He clanked open the hinged front of the Iron Maiden and heard Alicia heave a tremendous sigh of relief.
The rack looked like a low table about six feet square, except that the top surface was divided by narrow cracks into four smaller squares.
James laid Alicia on its polished oak surface. She was still rasping for breath, not fully recovered from the crushing confinement. He spread her limp arms and legs to the four corners of the table and locked each limb in place with a heavy steel band.
The hard metallic click of the locks alerted her dazed senses. But it was already too late. Her wrists and one ankle were bound before she could think to resist. She kicked futilely, but James forced her other ankle into the fourth iron band.
Then he came around to the head of the table and snapped a broad iron collar around her neck. "Aaagggh! Wh-what are you doing to me now?"
"I'm putting you where Lucinda was when she had what she calls her accident," the butler whispered in her ear as the heavy collar clicked shut. "There's a crank on each leg of the table. The four pieces can be spread slowly apart. It will spread your arms and legs and stretch your spine until the pain becomes unbearable."
"What happened to Lucinda?" Alicia kept her quaking voice very low.
"Her back, something snapped. Something in her mind as well. The old man fucked her anyway, but that was the last time for her." He laughed. "All ready, master. Do you want help with the cranks?"
"Yes, James. You work one arm and let Lucinda stretch the other. I'll spread her legs because I want to be where I can watch her little pussyslit being pulled wider and wider."
Lucinda wheeled her chair into position, but she dreaded even coming close to the primitive machine now. Her memory of that awful moment when her whole lower body went numb was painful yet. And Cyrus had gone on fucking her even though she could not even feel his cock inside of her.
"Let's give her a couple of quick turns just to take out the slack," Cyrus said with a twinkle in his eyes. Alicia sighed in apprehension, hearing the metal undercarriage of the rack start to squeak.
"Relax," the old man said. "After being almost crushed in the Iron Maiden, this will be sheer pleasure for you."
"For a little while," Lucinda whispered so that only Alicia could hear.
They kept turning the cranks slowly, stretching her a little more. The old man worked both at her feet, leering into the split of her crotch as the strain gradually increased.
Alicia cried. The pulling of her joints was steady, inexorable. The strength of feminine muscle and bone was no match against the ancient device.
"Traitors to the king were torn limb from limb with this thing," Cyrus said to her. "But that takes a horribly long time. Each turn of the crank only spreads the rack a small fraction of an inch."
Alicia craned her neck and looked pleadingly at him. "No more, please. I've had enough already. My hips and shoulders, my elbows and knees all hurt already."
"Nonsense! You can take more. You'll love the way it tenses your nerves," he told her with a smile.
And then she saw the measle-like red dots on the front of her naked body. Each one burned like a tiny fire. The length of the tiny spikes in the Iron Maiden had been carefully calculated to abuse the skin without breaking it. Only now did Alicia begin to feel the multiple little pains.
"Aaaggghhh!" she cried. The strain on her joints kept getting worse.
"Don't tense and strain against the machine," Cyrus told her. "That only contracts your muscles and makes the pain worse."
"But if I relax even a little I'll be torn apart," Alicia sobbed.
"Good! We've got exactly the right amount of tension! Isn't it exquisite?"
Alicia could only scream in a voice pulled tight like the rest of her small body. The sound echoed off ageless walls of stone. In her torment, she wondered how many tortured cries they'd heard.
"The tension of the rack will make your pussy a wondrous delight. Even those muscles must be strained to their limits to fully appreciate pleasure."
"Ungh, yes. It feels like my pussy is being torn apart!"
Cyrus climbed up on the table between her legs. She could see his gnarled old cock clearly now. It sprang from a sparse fleece of snow-white hair. The way it was twisted, it looked like a broken and poorly set bone.
Alicia hated the thought of that deformed thing invading her body again. She had to close her eyes and pray that Lucinda would not viciously turn one of the cranks a little more.
"The muscles of a body under stress are so beautifully defined," he said. Cyrus was leaning over her on hands and knees, avoiding the cracks between parts of the rack surface that had grown wider.
Alicia could feel the gap beneath her back. The two splits intersected right under her ass. If he fucked hard enough to wedge her even a little way into the slot, she just knew some part of her spine would snap. She'd be in a wheelchair the rest of her life like Lucinda-but for real.
It was the worst torment she had yet to endure. Inner tensions made her keenly aware of his cock. If the butler James or any man with more young meat between his legs had fucked her wracked body, Alicia knew she would be paralyzed forever.
That chilling thought made her welcome Wallingford's cock. Its dimensions and warped shape she could handle. Alicia's pussy slithered around him.
"Your pretty little cunt is even tighter and more lively than before," he said. "I'm glad it's greased with cum. I've always liked fucking a cunt that's slick with cream ... as long as it's my own."
"It's yours, Cyrus! All yours. My pussy, my whole body belongs to you now!"
"Yes, it does. And I plan to teach you pleasure in a dozen other ways. I'll cherish you as long as you can keep my old prick hard."
"I'll never let you go soft. You'll never feel old again, not with me." She shuddered at what she'd just said. How long could any woman keep an old man's cock hard?
"You've managed very nicely so far," he said. "You're a fabulous little cunt slave!"
His hot, aged breath gushed in her face. His bony groin humped up and down on her padded mound. Alicia could feel herself weaken, hammered farther and farther into the gap. She fought back with her remaining strength even when pain knifed up her back.
"Good! Good, my pretty little bitch!" He sucked his drawn lips on one of her tits which was still sore from the binding ring of the other device. Then he sucked the other, lashing it with his tongue.
As Alicia's mind became more accepting of her torment, an eerie feeling of bliss settled over her. The curling strokes of his tongue felt good on her nipples and his plunging cock made her pussy writhe with more newfound delights.
The grinding tension that pained every muscle and joint even changed. It felt now like the exquisite tingling stress felt just before a climax begins. The rack had primed her whole body to climax. Not a single part of her would escape the thrill of orgasm this time.
"I can tell you're enjoying that rapturous tension now," he chuckled. "I can feel it in the way your pussy twists my cock."
"Yes. Oooh, this will be my best orgasm ever!"
"Better than you think," he said breathlessly. "Because you won't dare relax. You'll have to keep straining or your body will be ripped apart. This climax will go on and on even when my old cock is through with you. Keep up the tension in your entire body until I decide to release you from ecstasy."
She sighed. At first she had worried how long the old man's vigor would last. Now she wondered about her own. How long could she endure such extreme pleasure? A few minutes? Maybe half an hour?
"And it's starting already," Alicia cried. "Your cock is making me cum again!"
He gave a grunt, pleased by her tortured contractions. Her pussy climbed his bent stalk, clamping the mouth of her cunt at its root and milking him as she slipped back. "Cum with me, Cyrus! Fuck my pussy full of jism again."
Cyrus fucked her with all his remaining strength, but even that wasn't enough to make an aged cock spurt twice in such rapid succession. It twitched dryly inside of her cunt.
"Cum, Cyrus! Cccuuummm!"
"I can't give you any more than I already have. It will take my balls several hours to stir up even a small load."
"But I'm sssooo close! I can't stand it!"
"Yes, I know. And you will remain in that anguished state of joy until I decide to release you."
"Hungh? Don't take your cock out of me. Not now!"
"You've fucked it soft, my little slave. But that wonderful stress you feel now will go on without me. That's the magic of the rack. We can make your climax last for hours."
Alicia's eyes watered from the strain. Even when his cock slid out and Cyrus climbed down off the table, she could still feel it. The throes of her grinding climax went on and on until she thought she might faint.
Blessed relief did not come for twenty minutes when her eyes blinked and her head rolled, no longer able to stand the strain. They spun the cranks to retract the spread parts of the rack. Alicia cried a long wail of delight. Even Lucinda managed a smile then.
"If you're through with her now, I'll call the guards," Lucinda said.
"No, not yet. I can make your cock hard again, Cyrus. I'll suck it for you. A good blow-job will reheat the fire in your balls."
"I don't know ... I've been thinking about my lovely wife. There's no reason that she can't suck me off."
"Oh, Cyrus, I'd love to ... but in my condition-"
"Her condition is that she hates you. She was fucking the butler just before you got here," Alicia said with a desperate flash of inspiration.
"That's a lie!" they both screamed.
"Smell her pussy if you doubt my word. You'll sniff cum, Cyrus."
He thought a moment and then told Lucinda, "Raise your dress!"
"Cyrus, no! You can't take the word of a slut against your loving wife."
"I'll take the word of your pussy if it smells clean to me."
Lucinda looked strickened. The way she'd rubbed her clit all over Alicia's freshly fucked pussy, there was bound to be some tell-tale scent of jism. Cyrus glared and walked toward her, whirling his cane. He used the hooked end to yank the expensive robe off her lap.
"Lift up your long dress," he told her.
"No!" Lucinda leaped out of the chair with such speed it surprised him.
"So, you have been lying about that! You filthy bitch!" The old man snagged her neck with the hooked end of his cane and yanked her back.
"Aaaggghhh!" Lucinda tumbled into the waiting arms of the butler, still clutching her throat and making choked noises.
"Put her on the rack, James!"
"Yes, sir." He obeyed without pausing to think that he might be in jeopardy. James hadn't fucked the tempting ash blonde beauty, even though he'd wanted to so many times.
Alicia's eyes darted toward the door as the locking bands clicked shut one by one, binding the struggling Lucinda to the rack. Cyrus saw how violently she kicked and struggled. "You've made a remarkable recovery," he said with a cold grin. "And I do smell cum in your cunt. I can even see where some has seeped through your dress."
James shrank back in horror. "I've never touched her, sir. I swear it."
"No matter," the old man said with a wave of his bony hand. "Being a man, I'd forgive you for being tempted by such a luscious bitch who is also an accomplished liar!"
"Er, thank you, sir."
"But I'll never forgive you!" he roared at his wife.
"Oooh, Cyrus-" Her voice became an anguished cry. "Let me fuck you! Let me show what a good wife I can be. I've been waiting to surprise you now that I'm all well."
"Your lies stink worse than the cum that wets your cunt!" Cyrus whirled the cranks that spread her legs. Lucinda's long black sheath dress ripped as the V widened.
Alicia cringed at the sound. Maybe now she could make it out the door while the old man was busy. But no, the butler James was still too close. He'd cut her off if she made a sudden move. She pretended to watch the rack.
"Do you want to fuck her?" the old man asked his butler.
"Er, yes ... but never without your permission."
"Well, I have no further use for her. Enjoy yourself. I hope you like fucking her as much as I'm going to like watching!"
"Oooh, Cyrus! No!"
James was stripping off his uniform. Alicia took a cautious step nearer to the door.
Lucinda glared at her in a rage, but she had greater worries. "Cyrus, his cock is too big! He'll ruin my pussy for you."
"You did that when you slopped it with another man's cum. It doesn't matter what happens to you now. The dogs will still enjoy-"
"Not that! Please, God-"
"You'd better think about pleasing James. I'm going to let him have you until he tires. When he stops fucking you for more than two minutes between rounds, then I'll call the guards."
Alicia edged another two feet closer to the door. James was naked, climbing up onto the rack. Cyrus was busy turning the cranks, tearing her dress even more as her legs spread painfully wide.
Alicia saw her chance and took it. She ran from the hideous dungeon, thankful that her legs still worked. Behind her, she heard Lucinda's tortured cry when she felt the butler's big cock plunge into her.
Her clothes were in tatters, but Alicia couldn't worry about that now. She ran naked into the hall, thankful that she'd left her keys in the car.
In her confusion, Alicia took a wrong turn and headed for the back of the house. She could still hear Lucinda's tortured screams. James must have been fucking away all of his long-stored frustrations. And Cyrus was cheering, encouraging more.
She passed a small room with its door ajar and saw a black, white lace-trimmed maid's uniform draped over a chair. It was a skimpy, very revealing little outfit, but better than being stark naked for all the world to see. And she thought, maybe the familiar sight of it would hold off the guards and their vicious dogs long enough for her to escape.
Alicia laughed. They'd soon have the gorgeous Lucinda to amuse them. The cheating bitch couldn't keep even a handsome young hunk like James fucking non-stop for very long.
"By that time, I'll be long gone!" Alicia cried excitedly when she reached her car. Only one problem, she realized then. I've got no place to go!
CHAPTER NINE
Alicia had a full tank of gas in the car, but no cash and no longer even her credit cards. In her haste to escape, she hadn't thought to take her purse. It was still in the library somewhere, but she couldn't go back.
Where she wanted most to go was home. But not yet. The jealous fury of old Cyrus Wallingford was still too fresh in her mind. Could she expect her own husband to be any less enraged if she returned to him a mass of blazing welts with the jism of four different men still seeping from her cunt?
No, she thought bleakly. Even the placid man she'd married would be furious if he knew what she had done. He might not even take her back. Some of it she could lie about, but not those stinging welts and the way her pussy lips were puffed and battered.
She needed time to rest and recover, to clean up and get her head together. But where could she go without money? A numbing, desperate blankness filled her mind. Alicia had not fully realized until then how dependent she was on the settled life she knew. Without the home and security her husband provided, she was little better than a whore.
Alicia even thought briefly of that-of selling her lusciously curved little body for cash. That's how low her spirits had sunk. But then, what man would even want her in the shape she was in?
She would have to accept the worst of them and be paid little for that. A whole night of fucking might buy her a room and a hot meal, and then she would have to go through it all again.
Then she thought of her younger brother. The two of them had never been particularly close. Now they did little more than exchange Christmas cards and an occasional letter, but Ben was the only one she could turn to. If she drove south all through the night, she could reach his place in the morning. If she didn't run out of gas along the way ... '.
* * *
The gauge needle was kissing E when she arrived at Ben's bachelor apartment. It wasn't in a good neighborhood, but it was the best his salary as a bookkeeper would allow. Her brother had never been outstanding in school, and he wasn't outstanding in life either. Mr. Average. Mr. Dull. Alicia had always been the bright one, but she didn't feel much that way when she knocked on his door.
Ben Farnsworth blinked when he first saw m her. The morning sun glinted brightly in her long, auburn hair. It was the revealing, low-cut top of the maid's uniform that threw him off. "What the hell? I didn't call for a maid." He started to push the door closed in her face. "I might need one, but I can't afford-"
"Ben, it's me ... Alicia!"
"I'll be Goddamned! What are you doing in that outfit?"
"It's a long story. Can I come in, please?"
"Yeah, sure. And tell me about it. I've got lots of time. It's Saturday, and I've got the whole weekend off for a change."
"I-I need a place to stay for a few days," she said. "I'm tired, I'm broke, and I'm hungry. And my car's almost out of gas." She burst into tears, but her brother showed no particular concern.
"Why aren't you home in your fancy split-level house?" he asked. "You know, that place I've only been invited to once in all the years you've lived there."
"Ben, I'm sorry about that. I really am, but my husband and I have a different class of friends now. He's an executive on the rise."
"Yeah, and I'm just a bookkeeper. But I'm still your brother. I haven't seen your daughter, my niece, since she was eight years old!"
"I'm sorry. Life's been hectic. I-I just forgot how long it's been."
"Maybe you have, not me. Bookkeepers learn to keep careful track of things. It was July 29th in-"
"Ben, you don't have to rub it in. I said I'm sorry!"
"So why are you here now? And why the maid's outfit? Halloween is a long way off."
Blushing shame-faced and choking back tears, Alicia poured out the whole story-minus the most lurid sexual details. Ben was on the verge of laughter by the time she'd finished.
"Four different men have fucked you in the last few days?" He did laugh then. "And a woman too? Well, Sis-you always were the popular one. I work in an office full of good-looking girls and most weekends I can't even get a date for dinner and the movies."
"You have to assert yourself, Ben. It doesn't matter what you do for a living, you have to take command of your life and make it what you want."
"You're giving me advice? I'm not the one ass deep in shit and looking for family charity. I've got a job I do well, a place to live, and money in the bank. Plenty of money, because I've never spent much on selfish little bitches like you. And I don't think I want to spend more now. I'll give you five bucks for gas and you can kiss my ass!"
"Ben, I'll make it all up to you, I promise!" Her voice was strained in desperation.
"Oh, yeah?" He regarded her doubtfully. "Well, then-since you're dressed like a maid, you can act like one. I'm going back to bed. You can fix breakfast and serve me there."
"Wh-what would you like to eat?"
"Ham and eggs, hash browns, toast and coffee. Eggs scrambled, potatoes crisp, the toast golden brown with plenty of butter." He laughed again.
Alicia didn't know whether to laugh or cry first. She choked back all her emotions and thought she was lucky to be allowed to fix breakfast for a man she'd slighted for so many years. Her view of life had changed radically in the last few days, and Alicia had a queasy feeling there were other changes yet to come.
She worked hard to make everything perfect, but Ben regarded the breakfast tray she served with sneering contempt. "Well, now I know why those poor farmers let you get away. The ham's cooked too much, the eggs not enough, the toast is soggy and your coffee tastes like elephant piss! Goddamn it, if you're going to work at being a woman, you'd better learn to do it right."
"I-I'll cook everything again, if that's what you want," she said meekly.
"Forget it!" Ben threw back the covers and flipped the tray upside down on the floor. "You can clean that up later. Right now, I want you to suck my cock. With all the practice you've had lately, maybe you can do that right."
Alicia gasped in shock. Her brother Ben was sitting naked, leaning back on a stack of pillows at the head of the bed. He had a cock the size of Jason's prick and it was already stiff.
"You can suck me off, or you can get your ass out of here," he said bluntly. "How's that for asserting myself?"
"Ben, you're my brother!"
"And if you think that means shit to me after all these years, then you better get down on your knees and eat what I just threw on the floor. That way you won't leave here hungry."
"You bastard! You enjoy making me crawl!"
"Only because you taught me how, and one cock more or less can't matter much to you now."
"All right, you son of a bitch! I'm going to give you the best damn blow-job you ever had!" Alicia crouched by the edge of the bed on her knees and bowed her head down.
"That won't be hard. This will be my first. I've never had balls enough to demand it no before."
Alicia breathed a long sigh as her lips spread to encircle Ben's throbbing cockhead. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see or think about what she was doing. Incest!
She stroked the padded cock knob with her quivering lips and teased the clefted underside with her tongue. Ben groaned. Alicia drew her lips taut and let them slide down the shaft while her tongue swirled over his bulging cum pipe. He sighed deeper.
At the hairy root of his cock, she tightened the grasp of her wet mouth and slid back until only the bulbous head of his prick remained in her mouth. She teased the bloated rim of that with her teeth, then she dropped and gulped down all his long cock in a single stroke.
She mashed her lips against his pad of wiry cockhair and sucked with a frenzied writhing in her throat. Alicia was determined to show that she could do something really well. Just being good wasn't good enough. When she got home, there would be her husband to please-to thrill if they were to ever resume their life together.
"Goddamn, go to it, bitch!" Ben's eyes fluttered in rapture as he arched his back and began to fuck his cock anxiously in and out of her mouth. His right hand reached for the front of her low-cut uniform top and slid inside to settle on her left tit.
She didn't like the idea at first, but when he began to caress her tingling nipple she couldn't resist. Alicia thrust more of her tender tit-cone into his hand.
If Ben even noticed the welts left by the various whippings she'd received, he gave no sign. He stroked one tit fondly and then the other. It might have been the first time he'd gotten his cock sucked, but he knew plenty about stimulating a woman's tits.
He soon had Alicia's pussy cinching itself into knots. Her lusty scent rose like a cloud. She'd wondered if she would be able to respond warmly to a man ever again. The answer was obviously yes.
Ben slid down flat on his back and said, "Get up on the bed with me. Straddle my head. I want to eat that poor little pussy that's been so abused."
Alicia needed no urging. She bounded into position and shivered anxiously when he raised her short skirt. There had been no time to bother with underwear when she fled the Wallingford estate. Her pussy was bare and her brother's tongue was waiting.
He licked her puffed lips and parted them gently while her head bobbed up and down wildly on his rigid cockshaft. Alicia found her body surrendering to desire before her mind.
She felt repulsed by what they were doing, but she didn't want to stop. He found her clit and twirled that tiny nub.
In a way, Ben wished that she had remained stubborn a while longer. He wanted her to suffer more for all she'd done to him, but he would find a way to handle that later.
He fingered both her tits while she sucked his cock. His hands remained outside the crisp, slinky black uniform top now. He liked the way that made his hands glide. Alicia must have liked it too. Her nipples were hard as little pointed rocks. Ben could feel their heat.
"I think I'm going to like having a maid," he said.
Alicia purred contentedly. At least that part of the battle with herself had been won. She took Ben's balls in her hands and fondled them with loving strokes.
He gave a roaring grunt and arched with such force that he almost bruised her lips. She sucked even harder and made him cum.
"I'm going to let go in a second or two," he groaned. "You don't want me to do it in your mouth, do you?"
She nodded her head without releasing his prick. Some women were squeamish about sucking cum, but Alicia no longer was one of them. His jism was her reward.
"All right, but you better be ready. I told you-aaaggghhh!"
The first searing blast came with such force that it made her head jerk, but Alicia felt glad to receive it. Her brother had been too long without a lot of things. Now it was time to make amends.
She swallowed and sucked again, stroking his nuts with her delicate fingers, begging him to relieve himself in her. Another burst came thicker and hotter than the first. She gulped that down and the one after, making her throat into a pliant tube of joy.
Her tawny hair swept across his groin. She pressed her cunt to his lips and writhed in delight as he reamed his tongue around her tender cuntslit. She was cumming with him. Alicia was going to climax all over his face, but all she could think of was the pleasure it gave them both. They were united again, it hardly mattered that it was the kind of reunion few would condone.
"Oooh, Goddamn! You're a great cock-sucker!"
"And yours is a great cock to suck!" Alicia smacked her glossy lips and lapped up a remaining drop with a flick of her tongue. It lingered on the cum-glazed knob of his prick, teasing around the cum-slit while she supported the half-weakened cockshaft with her hands.
"You keep that up and I'm going to be hard again in less than a minute."
"I want you hard sooner than that!" She pumped her soft hands up and down. "I want you to fuck me. Just sucking off isn't enough for me-or for you either. I know that now."
"You were worried about incest a few minutes ago. Now you want me to fuck you?"
Alicia grinned slyly. "I wouldn't have to worry if you forced me. If I were tied to the bed with my arms and legs spread, I'd be completely at your mercy."
Ben laughed, wondering if she was serious. Then he saw the look in her eye. "You liked it, didn't you? You liked all the things those men did to you."
"Not all of it, no. I hated it at first. I felt-degraded, humiliated. But I also began to feel a kind of excitement that is hard to describe. My husband has never demanded anything from me. He's never cared enough about anything but his job to take what he wants. At work, he's a lion ... at home he was a lamb. And now I've got the crazy kind of pussy that kills sheep."
"What?"
"Never mind, that's a little part of the story I didn't bother to share."
"Are you calling me a sheep too?"
"Not any more, Brother. I think you still have some things to work out, and I think you'll do it no matter what I say."
"You're right!" Ben left the room and returned a minute later with a coil of hemp rope in one hand and a knife in the other.
Alicia shivered, despite all her brave talk. He stood leering down at her from the foot of the bed, swiftly cutting the rope into four equal lengths.
"You have no idea how often I've dreamed about this," he said as he cut the last strand. "You were always such a naughty little bitch. So superior-or so you thought."
"I've learned since then," she said nervously.
"Some. Not enough. Not with me." He lunged and grabbed her left ankle, pulling it up over her head.
"Ben! What the hell are you doing?"
He didn't answer but it was obvious he was binding her left ankle to her left wrist, cinching the knots tight, leaving just enough rope to reach the post at the head of the bed. More quick knots bound that off.
"Now the other side." He grabbed her right leg and lifted it.
"This isn't the way it's supposed to be done!"
"When I want your advice, I'll ask for it. Until then, I don't want you to say anything unless it starts, 'fuck me' ... and ends with, 'Brother Dear!' "
"Well, fuck me, Brother Dear. But I don't like being bent almostin two. And I don't like having my feet bound above my head."
"Tough shit! I like it. It puts your pussy and your ass in perfect position. And I'm going to fuck them both!"
"Not my ass too!"
"Why not? It's been done before. And I'll bet you liked it too."
Ben looped a rope around each of her thighs and knotted them close to her hips.
"What is that for?" Alicia cried.
"I'm tying them to the foot of the bed. That will spread your legs and keep your twin fuck-holes from slipping away from me when I hammer into you."
The tension wasn't as extreme as what Alicia had endured on the rack, but her body was bent double and bound tightly to the four corners of her brother's bed. With her knees pulled to her chest, it was hard for Alicia to get enough breath.
She gasped fearfully and felt a chilling film of sweat glaze her body. Alicia shivered in anguish, watching her brother climb onto the bed. Her view of him was framed by her legs bound cruelly above her head.
She moaned. His cock was fully hard and throbbing. The excitement of restraining her thrilled him and made his heart race.
"I think I'll start with your ass," he said, after looking closely at both available fuck-holes.
"No, please-" She'd almost forgotten, and now was not the time to anger him by disobeying. "Fuck me, but please fuck my pussy, Brother Dear!"
CHAPTER TEN
Ben was tempted by her cunt, the mouth of her narrow pussy was dripping tangy musk. Alicia's body accepted bondage as part of sex now. The tightening of each knot had made her pussy seethe in anticipation. It was sweet and simmering hot, her cuntlips slightly puffed and blushing pink.
But her ass looked even more gorgeous to him. Its puckered rim was wet with the warm oils oozing down from her cunt. It gave the dark, crimped circle a gleam he couldn't resist.
Alicia breathed a thankful sigh when Ben began to wet the head of his throbbing cock in her pussyslit. Hard fucking had made it extremely tender. She writhed joyously and cried, "Fuck me! Oh, yes! Fuck my pussy, Brother Dear!"
"Not yet. I'm just slicking my cock so I can fuck it up your ass!"
"Hungh?" She dared not protest. It wouldn't do any good. And his pussy-creamed cock was already pushing into her ass. "Eeeyow!"
"What a deliciously tight little asshole! I might never want to fuck pussy again. Your ass is better than any cunt I ever fucked!"
"But it hurts!"
"That makes it even better. You've been such a pain in the ass for so many years, it's time you learn what it feels like!"
Bent double and bound with her ass up off the bed, Alicia was in an ideal position to fuck. Ben thrust into her ass with a deeply satisfied grunt.
His sister wailed in torment, adding to his delight. Her shrilling cries gave him a sense of power-rushing blood that surged to swell his cock even more.
Alicia could feel each heated throb in her cringing asshole. Her sharp, ragged little gasps for breath came in time with his beating heart. Ben drew back and began to fuck, slow and gliding strokes at first. He was entranced by the sleek, exquisite friction of her writhing ass.
Then he began to fuck faster, stabbing deep and hard. His muscled loins slapped on her ass cheeks and jarred her. Rough hemp rope chafed her thighs, spreading burning tingles.
His hammering groin enflamed the welts on her ass. Pains from previous encounters began to blaze anew. Alicia shuddered, recalling all that had been done to her. And now by her own brother. That was the worst!
"Be gentle, Ben. Please! Your cock is so big and hard!"
"And that's how you like it, don't you, bitch?"
"Nungh! Not when you fuck me so fast. The way I'm bent, I can feel your cock clear up in my chest!"
"I only wish I could ram it into your throat from here!" The steady slap of his flesh on hers grew louder. Alicia's ears rang with the sound. Her asshole pulsed in response. It pulled and sucked on his cock with wild spasms.
Undulating waves of motion gripped and coursed the length of his cock. The snug rim of her asshole squeezed him at the root when he rammed in, and on the knob when he drew back.
Ben slowed his frantic thrusting for a moment to enjoy the pressure of those convulsive spasms. Alicia's shrilling cries deepened into lusty grunts. The way she'd learned to wring a cock with her pussymuscles also worked in her ass. Even though she was bound too tightly to move, she could make surging motions inside that delighted him.
He sighed, fucking faster again. "What a lively and lovely little hole to fuck! I might keep your luscious ass here forever!"
"No, Ben. I want to go home!"
"Home to what? Your husband has probably found another pretty bitch to fuck. She's probably younger and sexier than you ever were with him. He's probably fucking right now, enjoying the biggest and best hard-on he's had in years."
"Don't say that!" she cried. "The thought hurts worse than your cock up my ass."
"Yeah, you're starting to enjoy that. I can tell by the way your little ass responds now. You love it, don't you?"
"Yes! Oooh, yes! I just wish I'd let Ralph do it to me. I wish I'd never left him."
"He's probably glad that you did. A fresh young cunt will brighten his life." Ben laughed uproariously when he saw tears in her pained and troubled eyes. "He won't even let you stay on as a maid unless you learn to satisfy his every desire."
"I will, Ben. You'll teach me!"
"Sure I will. And this is just your first lesson."
"Hhhooo, Ben! Fuck me harder. Make me a good wife!"
"I'll make you my slave first. Then you might appreciate what you had before."
"Yes, I'll be your slave. I'll thrill your cock and make you happier than you've ever been."
"Do it now, you faithless cunt!"
"Hungh! Aaagh! I will. I'll hump my ass at you hard enough to stretch the ropes."
"Yeah, good! Hhhmmm! Fuck my cock, slut. Ream your ass on me. That's all you're good for right now."
"I'm fucking as hard as I can, Ben. I can feel my climax starting deep inside."
"I can feel it too. The contractions are getting stronger. Milk my cock, whore. Wring it dry!"
"Yes. Oh, yes! It will be even better when your hot jism is in my ass!"
Ben spiked into her, twisting down hard. He roared, bucking violently as his cock began to gush. Alicia loved it. Hot cum was a soothing ointment for her ass. It made her wild to fuck even more.
"Ram it harder! You can't hurt me now, Ben. The pain of your cock is pleasure for me now!"
"You'd better learn to love it. You're going to get a lot of it in the next few days!"
Alicia screamed joyously, spared from worried thoughts by the intensity of orgasm. Rapture blanked her troubled mind. She sighed blissfully when her writhing ass had wrung the last drop of cum from her brother's anxious cock.
Ben leaned on her, breathing hard. He felt the quaking aftershocks heaving around his weakened prick. The sensation started him to harden again almost at once. "I'll be ready to fuck your cunt in a minute or two. But there's something I must do first."
"What's that?"
"Clean you up a little. Your pussy has been fucked so much that it stinks!"
He slid off the bed and walked out of the room. A moment later he returned with a lewd grin on his lips and a turkey baster in one hand. He had a large pot of warm water in the other.
Alicia could see it all between her bound legs as he approached the foot of the bed. She could not imagine how it would do anything but hurt and humiliate her.
Ben squeezed the bulb, filling it and the long plastic snout with warm, clear fluid.
"Don't put that awful thing in me!" she pleaded.
"It's no bigger than my cock."
"But it's-uuungh!"
He eased the rounded tip end of the snout into the hair-fringed slit of her cunt. Alicia clenched hard, but he kept pushing. It wasn't resilient and warm like a man's cock. It was stiff and overly hot.
Ben slid it into her until the end of the bulb pressed against her auburn pussy hair. Then he squeezed it hard. Alicia felt the wet shock of rushing fluid-a steady stream of heat much larger and stronger than any man's gush of cum.
She gasped as the swirling flow backed up and flooded from her pussylips. A watery mix of stale cum and warm fuck-honey ran all over the bed. But Ben seemed unconcerned. He pulled the thing out and filled the bulb again.
"No more! It's making a mess all over the bed."
"You can change it later and wash the sheets."
"Ben, no! Please!" He was filling her again.
"I'll have you all flushed and warm in just a little while," he said with a chuckle, squeezing the bulb again.
All inner traces of her ordeal were soon flushed away, but nothing yet had eased the torment in her mind. If anything, it grew worse as he cleaned her pussy with one uncaring gush after another.
"I can even see glistening cum on your lips," he said with a chilling grin.
"That's yours. You put it there!"
"And I'll wash it away." Ben filled the baster and sprayed warm water all over her face.
"Blaaah!" she sputtered, tossing her head.
Ben ignored her and gave her another watery blast. It stung her eyes and splashed down on her hair. Wet and cringing with fear, Alicia could only think of the storm and knocking on the old farmhouse door. That was where all her anguish began, when it would end was not so clear.
Her brother was laughing, enjoying her distress, and Alicia began to sob. "Don't cry. You brought it all on yourself."
"That's why I'm crying! I've been such a fool!"
"Maybe I can fuck some sense into your head. You don't seem to be able to learn any other way." Ben climbed up on the soggy bed, readying his stiff cock to fill her freshly washed cunt.
His cock felt like a reaming hot iron when he pushed into the mouth of her slot. "Haaagh! Ben, all my honey has been flushed away. Don't fuck me yet, you'll make my pussy raw."
"A sex-crazed cunt like yours will be sleek and buttery again before I get all the way in."
"But it hurts now!"
"So it will feel better when your pussy starts to seep."
"I hope that's soon. Your cock is scalding me!"
"It feels like fucking a timid young virgin to me.
There wasn't a trace of soothing fuck oil even deep in her pussy. Ben's big cock burned and chafed her all the way in. Alicia's tears gushed, but not the honey from her cunt. She wondered if it ever would again.
Ben fucked in and out of her several times before her pussy glossed his cock again. She sighed thankfully. He increased the pace of his anxious thrusts, whipping up more honey with each stroke.
"Oh, Ben! It feels good now. I love your cock! Let me show you how much." Alicia furrowed her brow and contorted her pussy.
"Aaahhh, I like that. You're a clever little fuck-slave."
"Yes, and I get better every time! Ralph will want me back again. He'll love what my pussy has learned to do."
"Forget him for now, it's my cock you've got to please."
"Yes, I know." She strained intently to make even more pleasing undulations.
Ben gasped and fucked deep into her sultry cunt. "Keep it up, cunt! Show me more."
"Unnngh! Like this?" Alicia's body quivered inside and out. Her fuck-heat was increasing. Furious spasms greeted Ben's plunging cock.
Alicia wrenched every muscle she could to increase his pleasure. She twisted and tossed on the wet bed, making the ropes creak from the strain of her bounding lust.
She put more energy into fucking than ever before in her life, and delirious rapture was her reward. Ben's cock stirred her passions with each lusting plunge. It didn't matter that they were brother and sister, only that they were closer now than ever before.
"Fuck me, Brother. Make me cum!" Even the idea of incest excited her now. The sinful intimacy was thrilling.
"I'm not your brother now, I'm your lord and master. You're just a cunt to me."
"Yes, that's all I've ever been."
"At least now you aren't a worthless cunt."
"And I'll never be again."
Ben laughed and said, "We'll see. It will take several days to convince me. And longer than that to convince Ralph."
Alicia's voice wailed. She didn't want to think about the anguish and shame of her return home. She wanted to fuck and savor the pleasures of her unleashed desire.
Her cunt squeezed and pulled on Ben's cock, pleading it to fire. The gushing of the turkey baster made her pussy yearn for the slick heat of cum. She wanted Ben to fill her, to make her wringing cunt drool.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Oooh, fuck me full!"
"I'm not sure any man can fill your ravenous cunt."
"You can, Brother. And Ralph will too. I've hurt him worse than you. He deserves even more. The two men I love most can do it!"
Bound as she was with her ass in the air, Ben's cock sank deep at the ideal angle for delight. His driving weight slammed her thighs to her chest, jarring her swollen nipples with her knees.
The binding cords of hemp chafed her skin, grinding hard each time Ben rammed and twisted his cock in her. Alicia gave a sorrowful shudder, wondering how long it would take for the marks to fade.
Ben leered down between her raised legs. By his narrowed eyes and the hard set of his jaw, she knew he was enjoying himself immensely. "You bitch," he hissed. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long! I wanted you to look up to me and this is the only way!"
He leaned his head down and kissed her moist lips, thrusting his tongue into her pliant mouth. It tangled with hers and sent flashes of heat to her brain. He bent more and licked her ear, not minding the damp hair strewn all around. His hot breath made rasping sounds as he continued to punish her cunt.
"Ungh! Haaagh!" she gasped. Then he wedged his arms between her knees and exposed her black-sheathed tits. Ben jammed his cock in so hard that they were forced from the low-cut top of her maid's uniform.
He kissed one rigid nipple and then the other. He sucked on her, his mouth engulfing her tit, flattening the shapely cone against the roof of his mouth.
She felt more fire inside, a swirling heat fanned by the spiral thrusts of his cock. Ben worked his hips around to ream her as he sank in. That wrenched the tit sucked far into his mouth.
He fucked her breathless. Alicia was panting desperately, her eyes wide and dazzled by his cruel strength. "It's good," she managed to say. "Sssooogood, Ben. I'm cccuuumming!"
"Go ahead. I'm not ready yet. I want more of my sexy little sister before I give her my cream."
Alicia began to moan. Her eyes fluttered, batting long, coppery lashes. Her head tossed as the delicious tension increased.
She stiffened suddenly, then bucked in a crazed frenzy of motion. The ropes creaked and she screamed. Her pussy clasped around him, vibrant and wild with undulating motions. He just kept fucking, delighted by the way she pumped his cock.
She sighed and relaxed her straining hold on him, but Ben was in no mood to let her rest.
"All the jism I fucked down your throat and up your ass has eased the pressure in my nuts. You'll have to work harder than that to get another load."
"I will, Ben! I'll be even more exciting this time. My pussy will pull you in like a meat grinder!"
"If you can't make me cum this time, I'm going to whip your ass with my belt."
"No," she pleaded softly. "I don't need whipping anymore. I've learned my lesson. I'll make you cum this time!"
She constrained her slithering cuntmuscles and made their motions even more exquisite. Alicia's pussy sucked on him as hard as her mouth had. She writhed and nursed his long prick to a climax at last.
Ben grunted fiercely, stuck deep in her and fired. He didn't even have to move. She pulled and sucked on his cock. Alicia drained him and her pussy still kept up its shivering demands. She didn't stop until his cock turned soft inside her several minutes later.
"Aaahhh, that was pretty good," he said. "But I'm going to whip you anyway."
"No, Ben!" He was getting a leather belt from the closet, a broad, black strap of thick cowhide. "Please, no!"
"You know Ralph is going to lash your ass-if he wants it at all now!" His arm arched back and the belt hissed. It came as a blur, stinging and making a loud slap.
Alicia screamed, unable to move and protect herself. "Sitting at a desk all day doesn't give me enough exercise," he chuckled. "And this sure beats the shit out of jogging in the park."
The flailing belt struck again and left another broad red welt on her upraised ass. Alicia howled and splashed tears on the bed as her head tossed. She began to wonder when the pain would end-if ever.
Whipping her made Ben's cum-glossed cock stiffen again. She watched it rising and throbbing. Then his belt struck between her legs. Her clit burned and another climax began. Alicia didn't care about anything else. Her pain had become pleasure, and she didn't want it to end. Ben whipped her ass until his arm was tired, and it still wasn't enough.
She cried, "Fuck me! Fuck me, Brother Dear!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Four days passed before Ben decided that he'd had enough of her. He called in sick on Monday morning and stayed off Tuesday as well, enjoying their orgy of incestuous delight. By then he began thinking of some other women he knew, and he was anxious to try his new mastery with them.
He gave the properly humbled Alicia just enough cash to get home. "That's a loan," he told her. "I expect you to pay it back-with interest."
"Yes, I will. I promise."
"You know what will happen if you don't?"
Her hips quivered. "You'll whip me again."
"You can bet your ass on it," he said. "Now get out of here. I'm sure Ralph is anxious to see you."
"Can I put on my own clothes?" she asked.
"No, you can't. I'm keeping them until you repay the loan. Besides, I think you're dressed the way Ralph would like you most."
Alicia moaned. She'd washed and pressed the little black, white-lace trimmed uniform, but she still hated to wear it. She hated it even more now that she was going home.
* * *
While driving, she'd carefully rehearsed what she would say to the husband she'd deserted. Alicia had tried and discarded a dozen different apologies. After several hours, she'd settled on a simple but truthful explanation, but the words were like a huge knot in her throat when she knocked at the door. Ralph had apparently changed the lock. Her key wouldn't fit, and Alicia took that to be a bad sign.
She got an even greater shock when the door was opened by a young woman-a stranger-a tall, willowy blonde with sleek curves and a cool grin.
Alicia's jaw dropped in dismay. The woman was no more than twenty, and she was stunning. Her golden hair shimmered in the twilight glow. "Who the hell are you?" Alicia asked.
"I live here and we didn't call for a maid. You must have the wrong address, lady." The blonde's breathy voice was low and sexy in a way that only added to Alicia's distress.
"No, I live here," she said urgently. "I'm Mrs. Farnsworth. I'm Ralph's wife."
"Ex-wife, you mean. He filed divorce papers this morning."
Then Ralph's familiar voice called from the back of the house, "Hey, Sandy ... who is it? What's taking so long? I want you back in bed!"
Alicia cringed and took notice then of how the stunning blonde was dressed-in a filmy black negligee that did more to enhance than conceal her smoldering sex appeal.
"It's that bitch you were married to, Ralph. She's dressed like a maid and says she wants to see you."
"Alicia is dressed like a maid? Hey, I've got to see that!" Ralph came from the bedroom into the hall. He was stark naked, his cock aching hard. Alicia gasped because his cock looked a lot bigger than she remembered it.
"Ralph," she pleaded. "Can I please come in? I don't want any of the neighbors to see me dressed like this."
"Why not? It's a lot sexier than most of the things you used to wear."
"Please, Ralph. We have to talk."
"Yeah, we do. There are some papers you can sign that will speed up the divorce."
"I don't want a divorce," she sobbed, stepping into the house. The blonde glared in jealous contempt, closing the door behind her.
"Ralph, I'll make everything up to you, I promise. Just give me a chance. I'll suck your cock, I'll kiss your ass. I'll do anything you want."
"Sandy is already doing everything I want. And better than you ever did."
"Oh, please! Ralph, I'm begging you!"
"A beggar should be on her knees," he said coldly.
Alicia sank to her knees and clasped her hands like one offering up a prayer. "Just give me a chance to prove myself! That's all I want. Send her away and let me-"
"No!" Sandy's voice cut like a knife. "It's me Ralph wants now, isn't it, dear?"
His eyes darted between them and slowly a grin formed. "Sandy stays," he said. "But I'll give you a chance. You can suck my cock. Look how big and hard she makes it!"
"I-I can see." His cock twitched before her eyes, gorged so full of lusting blood that the head looked almost blue. "And I'll suck it for you, Ralph. I'm not afraid to do that now. I'm not afraid of anything." She leaned forward and parted her lips.
Ralph laughed, steadied his cock in one hand and pissed a yellow stream that splashed all over her face. Alicia rocked back on her knees and fell sputtering, her small face twisted into a wet knot of disgust.
He stood over her, aiming down while his bladder drained. Ralph sprayed her face and soaked her revealing little dress with reeking piss. It was hard to know which of them enjoyed her bitter humiliation the most, Ralph and the willowy blonde were both laughing like cruel children.
"I've got to piss too," Sandy said. "Ralph and I have been drinking champagne since he got home, reading that kiss-off letter you sent him and celebrating our good luck."
"Go ahead, Sandy. Squat down over her face and relieve yourself."
"I've really got to go," she said. "It'll make an awful mess on the floor."
"So what? The maid will clean it up." Ralph's cold, sadistic laugh made Alicia shiver.
The blonde shrugged, lifted up her filmy negligee and straddled Alicia's face as she squatted down. "I want you to get a good look at the golden-haired pussy that Ralph has been fucking four or five times a day. If you think he's missed you at all, guess again. And if you think you've got a chance to take him back from me, then you're as fucking dumb as that letter you sent."
And with that, she let go. Smarting piss stung Alicia's eyes and almost blinded her. It ran into her nose and across her lips. The searing stench and rank taste made her shudder, but she had to take it.
Sandy was still laughing when she straightened up.
"Bring the mop and a bucket of cold water," Ralph asked her sweetly.
"I'll get it," Alicia offered, starting to get up.
Ralph put a foot on her shoulder and pushed her back into the warm puddle on the floor. "You just stay there. We aren't through with you yet."
Alicia dried her eyes and mouth with the backs of her hands. It didn't remove the sting, the smell or the awful taste, but it was the best she could do. She cowered at Ralph's feet until the blonde returned with a full bucket and the mop.
Ralph took the bucket and dashed the water all over his wife. Alicia sputtered again, her auburn hair drenched and stringing down.
"Fill it again, would you, Sandy? I don't think she's rinsed enough yet."
Two more dousings with cold water finally satisfied him. Sandy stood by smiling as Alicia dragged herself to her feet. She looked so gorgeous and stunning in her revealing negligee, and Alicia knew that she must look like a drowned rat.
"Take off your wet clothes," Ralph commanded her. "Sandy, bring a towel, a brush and a comb and your blow dryer."
"Sure, Ralph." She flashed a wry grin, certain that she would enjoy whatever he had in mind.
He watched the leggy, long-haired blonde leave the room. "See how considerate she is? Never a bitch about some little task being too demeaning. Sandy only wants to please me. That girl works like a mule and fucks like a mink. She grew up poor and has had to work hard all her life. She loves everything that you ran away from-especially my cock."
"Ralph, you don't have to do this to me. I've learned my lesson, believe me."
"I'm not doing it just for you. I need the satisfaction, you bitch. I need to make up for more than just running away. All those years of your whining complaints-" He stopped and just shook his head.
Sandy came back smiling, bringing all the things Ralph had asked for.
"Sit on the couch," he told Alicia. "But dry yourself with the towel first. You've got enough messes to clean-up already."
"Yes, Ralph." Her head drooped as she took off the wet, clinging little dress. It embarrassed her to strip herself naked in front of the beautiful younger woman.
"Now Sandy will fix your hair, she's done it before-"
Alicia's head whirled and she took a closer look. "Oh, my God. You're the girl from the beauty shop. I didn't recognize you without your uniform."
"And I hardly recognized you in yours," she said coldly. "When you didn't keep your regular appointment, I called. Ralph answered and one thing just led to another."
Sandy brushed and dried Alicia's long hair, humming like the dryer while she worked. Ralph stood watching with a long pair of scissors in his hand. "How often did I say that a woman your age would look better with short hair that could be styled the way I like?" He began clicking the scissors. To Alicia, so proud of her long tresses, it sounded worse than the clatter of locks on the rack.
"No, Ralph! Not my beautiful hair!"
"Shut up. Sandy knows what I want." He handed her the scissors.
"She has longer hair than mine!" Alicia moaned.
"Yes, she does. And on her I like it. Start snipping, Sandy."
"Oh, no! No! No!" Each click of the shears brought more anguished tears to Alicia's eyes. She could see the long, coppery strands fall. "I'll look like a poodle before she gets through."
"You'll look worse than that if you don't sit still and shut up!" Sandy snarled, combing and clipping off more lengthy copper strands. "You were always such a bitch to work on at the shop. This is the first time I've really enjoyed working on you!"
"I guess she didn't like your kiss-my-ass attitude either," Ralph said with a smile.
"How does that look?" Sandy asked, stepping back.
Alicia sobbed. "I don't know. You didn't bring a mirror."
"I'm not asking you. It's Ralph you have to please."
"That looks fine, Sandy. Thanks. How much do I owe you?"
"Well, a home visit is more than an appointment at the shop," she began.
"Whatever you think is fair. It was worth it to me. I'll even add a generous tip."
"No need for that, Mr. Fransworth. Pissing on her like I've always wanted to was the nicest tip I've ever received."
Alicia felt completely confused now. Sandy got dressed in her regular clothes, took Ralph's check and left with a smile, waving goodbye to Alicia as she stepped out the door.
"I-I don't understand. I thought-"
"Ben called me at the office as soon as you left his place. I arranged your little homecoming party with Sandy when I knew. Unfortunately, she's happily married-devoted to her husband. She wouldn't let me touch her. She only went along with me being naked because it was part of the act."
"Oooh, thank God!"
"Don't be in a rush to say thanks. You can see what just looking at that girl did to my cock."
"Yes, I couldn't miss a hard-on like that!"
"You've been a real shit, Alicia. I've heard that from a lot of people. The clerks at the grocery, the paperboy, the kid who mows the lawn. I should have been paying more attention. I never should have let you get away with it for so long. I especially shouldn't have let you get away with all you did to me!"
"I'm going to make all that up to you, Ralph! I swear."
"You can start by cleaning up this house. There's a lot of dishes in the sink, laundry to do ... I want the place spotless when I return."
"Where are you going?"
"Out to dinner with a very sexy redhead I met at work. I've been seeing a lot of her since you left."
"But I'm back now!"
"You are, but maybe I'm not. I haven't made up my mind about you yet."
"Ralph!" Alicia's tears flowed.
"Get the house neat as a pin," he said. "And fix a late night snack for us. Some canapes and champagne would be nice."
"For us, Ralph?"
"For the redhead and me. I expect you to have your maid's uniform washed and pressed when we arrive. You're to be wearing it and not say a word."
"Yes, Ralph."
"It's Mr. Farnsworth to you," he said.
* * *
Alicia choked back her tears and busied herself cleaning the house when Ralph left. She found a note in the kitchen that said their daughter would be staying with a girlfriend for the next couple of days. With that she found a huge stack of dirty dishes.
It took until almost midnight to get everything spotless and make the fancy little sandwiches Ralph wanted. Alicia hated every minute, knowing her husband was out somewhere enjoying himself with another woman. A sexy redhead, he'd said with a gleam in his eye. Someone he'd been seeing a lot of. And worse, now he was bringing her to their house and expecting his wife to play the role of a silent servant girl.
It made her gut wrench, but there was nothing she could do. Alicia had come home but her ordeal wasn't over. She couldn't help thinking the worst might be yet to come.
CHAPTER TWELVE
They arrived a little after twelve. The redhead was giddy, clinging amorously to Ralph's arm, raving about the dinner and the wine they had had. She might have been thirty, no more, a very sultry and slinky bitch. And apparently a rich one. Her long coat was silky white fox and must have cost a small fortune.
She stood gaping until Ralph said firmly, "Take the lady's coat, Alicia."
"Er ... yes, sir." Alicia gritted her teeth as the woman gracefully slipped out of the elegant fur. She was taller than Sandy and even more lusciously curved. Her clinging gown revealed an eye-popping figure with enough cleavage to make any man drool.
Alicia hung the woman's coat in the hall closet, hating her more and more. She was saying, "Oooh, Ralph ... I just don't know how I could have managed the office this last year without you! When my husband died and left the company to me, I just didn't know what to do!"
"I'm only glad I was in a position to help," he said modestly. And then to Alicia, "Don't just stand there, serve the champagne!"
"Yes, sir!" Alicia bit her lip again. It was almost raw inside her mouth.
"It's so hard to get decent help these days," the redhead remarked. Alicia fumed even more. She didn't even know the woman's name. Nobody introduces guests to a maid.
"I know it is, Val. And that one has a lot to learn. If she doesn't shape up soon, I'll have to let her go."
Let me go? Alicia's mind raged, but she said nothing. She served the champagne in long-stemmed glasses, straining to keep her hands from shaking so it wouldn't spill.
"It must be doubly hard now that your wife is gone," Val sympathized.
"It was at first, but I've managed to adjust." He looked up and saw Alicia just standing there. "Bring the canapes, girl!"
Alicia cringed. Now I don't even have a name. "Yes, sir."
"I can't honestly say that I'm sorry your wife left," Val was telling him as Alicia sulked out of the room. "You've filled a tremendous void in my life, Ralph. I've been so lonely...."
When Alicia came back, Val was kissing him, moaning joyously and thrusting her tongue into Ralph's mouth. He had a hand inside the low-cut top of her gown and was feeling all the creamy tit he could reach. Alicia almost dropped the tray. It clattered when she set it on the table.
"That will be all," Ralph said curtly. "I'll ring if I want anything."
Alicia noticed there was a little silver bell on the coffee table, something new. Ralph must have bought it in anticipation of this moment.
"Oooh, Ralph! Pull down the zipper of my gown. I've been waiting all evening to be alone so that you could suck on my tits and make my pussy squirm. I've never had sex as good as it's been with you!"
You aren't alone! Alicia wanted to scream. Instead she retreated into the kitchen, leaving the door open a narrow crack.
Val stood up and stripped herself naked. Ralph was doing the same, both of them anxious as a pair of teenagers. Alicia's churning stomach cinched into a knot. The other woman looked even better with her clothes off. Large, firm tits with sharp nipples. A narrow waist, softly curved hips and a ripely curved ass. All that and she was rich too. She was Ralph's boss, because now she owned the company.
"Next time we must go to my place," Val said as she reclined on the couch. "My servants are much better trained. None of them would peek through a crack in the door."
"Is that what she's doing? Come here, girl! This instant!"
"Yes, sir?" Alicia's voice quaked.
"I won't have you spying on me! If you're so anxious to watch, pull up a chair and sit right by the edge of the couch!"
"No, I won't do that!"
"Yes, you will, you little bitch!"
Val giggled and said, "Oooh, Ralph! I've never been fucked while anyone watched. I think it'll be exciting!"
"I don't-I'm his wife, for God's sake!"
"You were, dear. Past tense. The papers are already filed. My lawyers took care of that for him this morning!"
Alicia opened her mouth to rage, but burst out laughing instead. "Oh, I get it now. This is another little act he set up like the thing with my hairdresser. You're probably a cheap whore in fancy rented clothes-"
Val slapped her hard across the face, then back-handed her the other way. "I am the owner of the company Ralph works for, and a part of him will belong to me as long as he decides to stay! Now sit down, you stupid little cunt. I want you to see what you've been missing!"
"You can't give me orders in my own home!"
"But I can and I'm telling you to sit down!" Ralph said. "No!" Alicia whirled and tried to run.
Ralph grabbed her arm and hurled her into the chair.
"There's a length of rope under the couch, Val. Would you hand it to me, please?"
"My pleasure. I love it when a man takes charge of things!"
Alicia struggled to rise from the chair but Ralph was already looping the rope around her lap. She cinched the knot tight and then bound her arms around the back. Next he caught her ankles and bound them to the legs of the chair.
"Stop it!" she cried. "You can't do this to me!"
"I've been planning it all since your brother called," Ralph said. "Knowing what you told him, nothing could stop me now! Do you have the collar, Val?"
"Yes, I do. Right here."
"What the hell is that? It looks like something only a dog would wear." Val's necklace was pearls, this was a leather band.
"A dog or a bitch," Val said with a malicious grin. "It's an electronic training collar. A slight touch of the remote control button will give you a mild electric shock." Her thumb was poised over the button while Ralph buckled the collar around Alicia's neck.
"They're used to train hunting dogs," he said. "If commands aren't obeyed, the dog can be punished from quite a distance away."
"It's dehumanizing to put a thing like that on your own wife!"
"You won't be his wife much longer if I have my way," Val said with a smile. She thumbed the button and laughed when Alicia's body was jarred by the shock. "I want him now as much as you ever did. And as you can see, I have more to offer him than wealth."
Alicia's eyes glared scornfully. "A whore is a whore no matter how high class! Aaaggg-hhh!" She felt another stinging shock, a longer burst this time.
Val smiled and said, "Ralph, why don't you hold the button while I suck your cock? If you really like what I'm doing, touch the button. If you love it, hold it down. I'll learn how to please you most just by listening to Alicia."
"I don't want you to please him! That's my job! I want him back!"
"Then try to keep your mouth shut," Val said.
She dropped to her knees and stroked Ralph's cock as she guided it to her waiting lips. Her long fingers swayed like willow limbs in the wind. Ralph sighed and gave the button a similarly light touch.
"I waited years for my wife to do that," he said.
Alicia felt a double shock. The electric tingle she could stand, but the sight of another woman's lips closing over her husband's cock-head made her squirm.
Ralph touched the button again and this time Alicia could not keep from crying out. She let a strained little gasp slip. Val's sucking lips minced down his cockshaft and Ralph's thumb jammed the button down hard. "
"Aaaggghhh!" Alicia cried, tugging wildly against the ropes that bound her to the chair.
"You must really like that, Ralph. Listen to how she screamed. This time I'm going to swallow your cock and lash it more with my tongue."
He groaned as she pulled him in. Ralph slammed the button down and held it. Alicia jerked and went into frenzied spasms punctuated by tortured cries.
"Hhhmmmm," Val cooed as she drew back. "You liked that even better!"
"I can do all those things now," Alicia sobbed.
"But you never did and I've got him now!" Val sucked to the root of Ralph's cock with one fluid stroke. Her graceful neck arched and her tits pressed against his thighs. She rocked her shoulders to rake her bulging nipples back and forth.
Alicia winced, fearing the shock that would come from that. It struck like a searing lightning bolt. The pain was blinding. When she looked again, Val had Ralph's nuts in her mouth too. Alicia could hear her slurping noises and see the way her jaw strained when she worked her tongue around his balls. And her hands were sliding up his chest, reaching for his little man nipples.
Ralph arched his back and fucked himself deeper into her mouth. She kept whirling and sucking and she made him cum with gushing force. His eyes clamped shut and his thumb held the button down.
Electric shocks made Alicia's body twist and strain. She saw a blurred vision of the lewd redhead sucking and swallowing her husband's cum and she screamed in horror, not knowing which pained her most.
"Now fuck me," Val said, licking her lips. "I want to feel your cock again. But let me hold the button this time. I want Alicia to know how much I love your hot prick!"
"Before I met you, Val, I'd almost lost interest in sex," Ralph said. She was lying on the couch, her legs spread, and he was crouching between them.
"The way she was, I'm not surprised."
"I'm not like that now! You should be fucking me, Ralph!"
Val snarled and gave Alicia a vicious shock. The surging current made every nerve twinge. She wanted to scream but couldn't find the strength to control her own body.
Ralph was starting to feel sorry for Alicia, but that didn't stop him from fucking the wealthy redhead. He lanced into her gorgeously curved body and watched his wife's eyes bulge.
Val groaned when he slammed down on her and dropped the control button to the floor. It was just as well. The pain of being bound and forced to watch her husband fuck another beautiful woman was all the anguish she could stand.
The redhead twined her arms around his neck and kissed Ralph with wolfish hunger. She kicked up her long legs and scissored them around his waist, hanging on for dear life as he reamed and battered her red-furred pussy.
"Ungh! Ralph! Ooooh, it's never been so good for me!"
He answered only with grunts. The woman beneath him needed to be fucked and his wife needed to watch. He delighted in filling both their needs.
When their first climax peaked, he fucked Val again, telling her what a marvelous pussy he had in a voice loud enough for his wife to hear. Then he fucked her a third time because that's what it took to make tears stream down Alicia's cheeks.
It took Val several minutes after that to recover her breath. She gazed into Ralph's eyes and her lewdly satisfied smile began to fade. She said, "Ralph, I can do a lot for you. I could make you president of the company tomorrow. We could travel-go anywhere in the world that you want. We can fuck like this in a hundred exotic places."
Alicia heaved a wracking sob, thinking of how little she had to offer. She'd even put her love for him in doubt when she ran away.
He thought a moment and then shook his head. "No, Val. It wouldn't be like this. Never again. Not if you owned me. I'll do the best job I can for the company, and I'll fuck you whenever we're both in the mood ... but Alicia will still be part of my life."
"Oooh, Ralph!" Alicia forgot she'd been bound in the chair and tried to get up.
Val looked stunned for a moment. Her face paled and she swept back a loose strand of red hair. Then she managed a smile. "I'll have to accept that, I guess. You wouldn't be a man worth having in the office or anywhere else if I could lead you around by the nose."
"That's right. And if it still matters, I'm still in the mood.
"For me, Ralph? Do you want me now?" Alicia's voice strained desperately.
"Yeah, I think I do." He loosed the knots binding Alicia's wrists and as soon as she could wiggle her arms free, she hugged him around the neck and kissed him hard.
Ralph said, "Welcome home," as their lips parted. Alicia smiled then even though she knew there was much she had yet to prove. Only one thing was certain at the moment-their life together would never be dull. Never again!
