Donna looked at me, a fog of animal desire filling her deep blue eyes. "Ed," her voice was soft and low as her middle finger vanished in the golden triangle between her legs, "have you ever whipped a woman?"
A savage thrill raced through the hard flesh below my belt. "Only," I said, my lips dry from the heat of passion, "with my cock and a gun butt, never with a real whip."
Pulling her fingers out of her body, she got off the bed and walked out of the room. A few seconds later, she returned with a long riding crop in her hands. Both ends of the leather wand had been stained by some sort of fluid.
"If you could," she muttered as her body continued to shake with excitement, "use this tonight, I can promise you the most fantastic experience of your life. Tie me up and whip me, Ed, and I'll do anything you ask. Every part of my body will be yours, I'll be your slave."
To the sensual drum-roll of the throbbing between my legs, I reached out for the whip.
CHAPTER ONE
It was going to be a bad day; I didn't need to open my eyes to know that. The alarm clock was screaming like a cornholed pig and my mouth was filled with the acid taste of the night before. My hand shot out and silenced the yelping of the clock and I slowly sat up in my otherwise empty bed.
"Fucking cunt," I swore as I looked at the empty half of the bed, "that God damned fucking whore."
Pulling a cigarette from its red package, I tried to puff away the sick flavor of too many vodkas and tonics that coated the inside of my mouth. The smoke had some affect on the vile glue that hung on the roof of my mouth, but not enough.
There was a dull throbbing inside of my skull and I could feel the jutting eagerness of my piss-hardened cock pushing up under the sheets.
"Two whole weeks," I thought to myself, filling my lungs with smoke, "since that bitch left. By God, if I ever get my hands on her, I'll rip her wide open."
Anger rushing through me, I pulled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. My prick stuck out hard from my body and begged for some sort of release. I watched it go limp as I forced hot urine out of my bladder and down my shaft. Looking in the mirror, I saw a pissed-off and and hung-over face that I had to remind myself belonged to me. Back in bed, I closed my eyes and thought about the last month.
Getting married was something that I shouldn't have done; the type of person I am should never get married. For the first six months, things had been great, I had dug Sue and she had grooved on me. Then, whatever it was that had pulled us together began to go stale, to grow more into a habit than a relationship. I really didn't mind very much; after all she was a good ball and I didn't mind paying the bills. The thought had gotten into my mind that in a year or so we would both break it off and there would be no hard feelings or bitterness. No relationship can last forever, but there is no reason to make a break up an ugly thing.
She hadn't looked at it that way. Somehow, she had gotten the idea in her mind that I was out to hurt her, to ruin her life. Rather than let that happen, she tried to ruin mine first.
Starting with bits of bitching and nagging, she kept digging at me until I started to explode every time she opened her mouth. She refused to make love, telling me that I couldn't do anything for her and she got more thrills out of a pop bottle than she did from my cock. In the middle of the night, she would wake me up to tell me about the men she had balled before we had gotten together and how really great they had been in bed.
There is just so much of that shit a man can take before he starts to fight back. One night while she was telling me about the time she had let herself get it from three guys at the same time, I hauled off and slapped her. That had done it, given her the signal that she was getting through to me. She started into tearing me down, ripping into my insides with her voice.
I couldn't take anymore shit. Grabbing out, I whipped her ass until it was black. She got slapped, punched and kicked, all my anger rushing out into my fists.
Hitting her excited me, my prick had pushed out hard and tall while my hands were pounding her body. It had been well over a month since I had been inside of her. My body was screaming for release, to take what was rightfully mine. I jerked off my belt and wrapped it around her wrists. Dropping my pants, I fell down on top of her, my hips pushing her legs open.
My cock was a savage, drilling tool that crammed into her cunt. The heavy, wet tip pushed back the red lips of her snatch and plowed inward. It felt good, a sense of power seemed to be rushing up my shaft. I slapped her face, calling her names that I had never called a woman. A small river of blood began to flow from the corner of her mouth.
For half an hour I fucked her, jamming my pole into her like I was trying to kill her. Jerking my shaft free, I flipped her over on her belly and took the part of her she had never given me. Pulling the rose of her ass apart with my thumbs, I pushed the head of my prick up her. She yelled out in pain and began to jerk her body.
There was something very thrilling about screwing her this way, forcing her to do what I wanted. Pushing her face into the pillow, I humped her round ass until I came. Hot, salty cum shot from my joint and filled the dark hole as I groaned with pleasure.
Feeling drained of both desire and anger, I pulled out of her and reached for a cigarette. I had just taken a puff when I felt soft lips slipping over the head of my prick. She was sucking my stained rod, sucking with a passion I had not felt from her for months. I leaned back and let the warm sensation flow over me as her tongue wiped my shaft clean.
She sucked until I came for the second time that night, her hungry mouth pulling in every drop my body could give her. A slow fire seemed to be going out in my balls and for the first time in months I felt relaxed. Her hands still tied, she snaked up along side of me and put her head on my chest. There was a tenderness to her that was new to me.
"Ed," she said softly to me, "honey, I needed that, I needed to be snapped into line. Oh Baby, I'm so sorry I've been acting like a bitch. I want to make it up to you, if you don't mind."
The next three months were fantastic. I would wake up in the morning and find her sucking me off. It is a wonderful thing to open your eyes and look down at a mouth wrapped around your cock when you first wake up. She was like a slave, wanting me to take her every second of the day. We spend hours in bed, making love with nothing forbidden. Every part of her body was open to me, anything I wanted to do with her I could.
There was no more nagging, bitching or being told I was a sexual failure. There was only her burning lust for my cock, her mad need to have me in her every second. I got to the point where I couldn't wait to get home, to grab her and make love on the floor. My balls were sore from the strain, but that didn't stop me from fucking Sue every chance I got. I felt it was impossible for me to be any happier with a woman than I was with her.
Two weeks ago it all changed. I woke up, expecting to find her taking care of my morning hard on but instead found I was the only one in bed. I saw a note pinned to her pillow and rubbing the sleep from my eyes, picked it up. As I read, a cold ball of shit began to form in my gut.
"Dear Mouse Cock," the note began, "Fuck you. I've had it with failures like you, I'm going to go find a real man. Bet you thought you were really something, beating me and treating me like some sort of tramp. Well, every time I went down on your stubby prick or felt you try and push it in me, I felt sick. Why don't you take a knife and chop off your peanut, you really won't miss it, nobody else does. You make me sick."
The note was unsigned but I could tell it was Sue's handwriting. Dumbly looking at the message, I could feel anger starting to build up inside. That fucking bitch had been leading me along for the past three months, getting me so used to her body that I was really going to be screwed up without her. I wanted to bash her fucking face in, rip her throat to ribbons and then dry hump what was left over. I was fucked, fucked up the ass in a way that no woman had ever screwed me before.
She had known where to hit. There is nothing I dislike more than being made a fool of. For the past three months, she had been making a fantastic fool of me, something she wanted to do. I was hooked and hooked hard. Now things weren't just a matter of my getting used to being alone, it was going to be a long process of getting her out of my system.
The first three days were pure shit. I started in drinking, filling my gut with cheap junk to cover up the hurt. There is one fatal mistake a man can make with a woman and that is to depend on her. I had, in the last three months, been depending more and more on Sue. As soon as she was sure I would really hurt without her, she split.
On the third day, the phone rang. Knocking over a few empty bottles, I picked it up and mumbled into the mouthpiece. When I heard the voice on the other end, balls of ice began to form in my chest. It was Sue, her voice soft and sexy.
"Hello, Ed, I've been thinking of you," her voice had the same sensual tone she always used when she wanted to get me turned on, "I've been thinking how you must feel, not having anyone to suck you off in the mornings, not being able to shove that cock of yours into a cunt. I guess it must be sort of strange."
"Where are you? What the fuck is going on?" I snapped into the phone.
"Oh, not much as been happening to me since I left, I've only made it with six guys in the past three days. Want to know something Ed, they were all better than you. Six massive pricks have been in my cunt, six hard tools that were much more than what you've got. You're a failure in bed; you couldn't give a flea a thrill with a dildo. Well, honey, I'm going to go find me some prick for breakfast, something large. Why don't you be a good boy and run into the bathroom and beat off. Bye, bye." The phone clicked dead.
After a moment of burning with anger, I ripped the phone from the wall and threw it across the room. "That fucking cunt!" I swore, "that no good bitch of a ball cutter."
I wanted to kill, to rip into her like I had ripped into Viet Cong three years ago. Things had been so much simpler in the Army; every day was only a matter of kill or be killed. If Sue had been some hootch cunt, I would have been able to shoot her and not have to worry. Los Angeles isn't Viet Nam and acid cunted women aren't slant eyed toys; couldn't take care of this problem the Army way.
I sat down and puffed on a cigarette, hate rushing through my nerves. She was going to try and rip me apart, something I couldn't let happen. I was going to have to fight back, to burn her out of my mind like I had burned so many gooks out of the bush. It wasn't going to be nice.
Some deep thinking took place in my mind after that. First, I had to make sure I was dealing with her hang-ups and prove to myself that I wasn't the failure she made me out to be. Granted, I don't have the world's largest cock and I'm not hung like the heroes in sex books, but that has never stopped me from turning a woman on. Sue was the only woman who ever complained about my sexual powers, the rest had all asked for seconds.
I tried to take a long, objective view of myself, from every angle. What I saw wasn't that bad. For a man whose led a rough life, I'm in good shape. My body is a little torn up from four years in Nam, but not to the point where it stops me from doing what I want. I make a good living as an account executive for MediaZap, Inc., the public relations firm that hired me before I was out of the service. In all, I'm not too badly off in the area of looks, body and money.
My head, on the other hand, is something else again. I've known for a long time that I have a slight hint of sadism in my make up, more than is usually thought to be normal. In some ways, while I am not the savage sadistic type usually found on the late show, I get a thrill out of asserting myself with a woman. Tenderness has never been one of the major points in my style of love making.
My years in Nam had also shown me how really cold and direct a person I could be. Most of my time in that swamp was spent as a member of what was generally known as PAT. The letters were supposed to stand for Political Assistance Team and according to the press releases, we went around helping to keep the hamlets stable and on the Democratic Path. Among ourselves, the letters stood for Political Assassination Tools-that was our real job. We went from hamlet to hamlet and simply rubbed out those individuals who failed to see the light.
That sort of work does something to a man's mind and one of the reasons I got out was because I found myself liking my work a bit too much. A lot of the killings we did were slow events, staged in such a way as to serve as an example to the rest of the village. I was getting to be a little too expert in making people cry out; the only thing to do was get out before I flipped out.
I had filled all the proper forms when I got back to base and the wheels slowly started turning to get me out. All sorts of offers were made to me if I would stay in, but things had reached the point where I needed to get out. I had already served more time than I needed to and all the Army could do was go along with me.
About four weeks before I was due to get discharged, I got a letter from MediaZap. It was an offer of a job. The letter pointed out that men of my background often did very well in public relations and they would like to talk with me when I returned from Nam. The letter went on to talk about money and what the job would be like. I wrote back and told them I was their man; hell, I didn't have anything else to do!
MediaZap, it turned out, was an actual public relations firm. The only thing that made it a little odd was the fact that everyone with the company had done a tour of duty with a PAT group, a SIX Team or one of the other shadow filled areas of the Service. It wasn't a bad place to start turning into a human being again.
Still, the money and the job hadn't changed my basic nature. Sue didn't know how close she was getting to be killed. Too much of my background and training were directed toward the solving of problems by that particular method. I had never told her about my time in the service, it is something that I don't really care to talk about to people who wouldn't understand.
I looked at the clock; it was time to get up and hustle my ass down to the office. Still feeling like shit, I slipped out of bed and dressed. By the time I drove to the office, I knew my head would be clear and I would be able to function without any major hang-ups. In a lot of ways, my job was like being back with PAT; I had to stay sharp all the time in order to survive.
My day at the office was the usual happening of events. We had picked up a new contract for a Rock group called Black Leather and I spent most of my time thinking up scams to promote them. I was about ready to split for something that was liquid, cold and about 110 proof when I noticed that Donna, one of the office girls was giving me the eye. Not having anything to lose, I walked over to her desk.
Her eyes were both big and hungry as she looked at me. My own eyes inched down to the ample cleavage of her breasts and strained to get a look at her belly button. A slight throb was growing between my legs and for the first time since Sue had left, I felt a pang of sexual desire run up my spine. I moved my eyes up to hers and smiled.
"Ed," her voice was soft, "I heard about you and Sue. I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it," I told her, "things like that happen. Maybe I'm going to be better off without her. Hell, I'm not over the hill yet. Right now, I guess all I can say are the old cliches, I'm still trying to get my head back together."
"Why don't you," there was a hint of excitement in her tone, "let me help you with your head, say tonight? If you want, drop by my place about eight and let's see what happens."
"I can dig it. See you then." I let my eyes drop back down to the deep gap between her breasts and knew she knew where I was looking. A quick glance at her own eyes showed me she was looking hard at my crotch, trying to make out the shape of my cock under the cloth. If I stood next to her much longer, she wasn't going to have any problems at all, my prick would be stiff. Touching her cheek with my hand, I turned and went out to my car.
I had three hours to kill before I was due to Donna's. Her eyes had promised a lot, much more than I had ever gotten from her before. She and I had played around a bit, but nothing had ever happed outside of a couple of casual kisses. Tonight offered to be much more and the way I felt, I needed just as much as she was willing to give and maybe some more.
Not wanting to fight the afternoon traffic, I went to a bar and walked into the somber cave for something cool. Two drinks later, the traffic had let up and I headed back to my place for a quick shower and change.
The phone started ringing as I got out of the shower. My hands covered with water, I picked it up. On the other end was the soft voice of my wife, ready to fill me in on her latest sexual exploits. Since she had left, she had been calling about every three days to make sure I was still feeling like shit.
"Hi there, boredom with balls, what has been going on?"
"If you could feel it, cunt," my voice was cool, "I would tell you to go get fucked.
However, I'm sure you've been taken care of in that area."
"Oh, I have, I really have." Her breathing was deep. "I just had the most fantastic cock stuck in my mouth. It was much bigger than anything you were ever able to get up. I sucked on it until my mouth was filled with hot cum, so much that I didn't think I could take it all."
"Gee," I said, trying to stave off the anger that was building in my gut, "something must be very big if it fills your mouth. Are you sure you weren't getting fucked in the brain instead? In that case, even a mouse would seem large. Look, foul mouth, why don't you go play your games somewhere else? I'm getting pretty tired of your bullshit."
"My, my, I guess the big hero is getting uptight with his wife. Sorry, limp dick, after the shit you put me through, it's going to be a long time before I get off your ass. Dig it, baby, I'm going to make you suffer until you'll want to cut your balls off with a dull knife."
"Sue," my voice was cold, the same tone I had used so often in Nam, "get this straight. One of these days, I'm going to reach the point where I will forget you are a mental case and too crazy to know what the fuck you are doing. When that happens, I'm going to find you and when I'm done, you won't even rate as cheap hamburger. Now get the fuck off my back!"
"Poor little Ed's all made at me. Sorry, shit-face, you don't have the balls for it. Why don't you do the world a favor and drop dead. Bye, honey, I've got a date with a nine inch cock." The phone clicked off.
After standing in the room for a moment, I went to the bathroom and got back in the shower. I turned the water on to straight cold and stood there for a few minutes while the anger slowly burned out of my system.
CHAPTER TWO
Most of my anger had gone by the time I got to Donna's. What had replaced it was a feeling of need, a force that kept pushing me not to surpress my desires any longer. The door opened and it took only a glance for me to be sure what Donna had on her mind. She was wearing the very thinnest of nightgowns, the type which show more than they hide. She was showing me one hell of a lot. I walked into the room, closed the door and grabbed her.
Our lips crushed into each other and my tongue drove deep within her mouth. She pressed tightly against me and began to move the lower half of her body in a seductive way. Tonight, I was in no mood to play games; I wanted her body without any bullshit! My prick started to push up from my groin.
She pulled away from my face, her hips still pushing hard into my loins. There was a glaze of passion over her eyes. With a slightly dry voice, she said, "Wow, you really want it, don't you?"
"Yeah," I said as my hand cupped her breast and began to rub her tight, dark red nipple, "I really do."
She pulled me into the bedroom, one hand rubbing my shaft through the cloth. "Just get on the bed; I want to do this right. Ed, don't move, I want to do all the work." Her hands went for my belt and she pulled my pants down. Like a lance, my cock stuck up from the slit in my shorts. Softly touching it with one hand, she unbuttoned my shirt. I kicked off my shoes without any help from her.
"Now, let Donna give you her special treatment." She planted her lips on mine and sank her tongue into my mouth. Fingers began to dance on the head of my joint. Part of me wanted to cum right then, it had been two weeks since any hand but my own had touched it. Groaning, I could feel my balls growing tight. My own hand crept out and found her box. I began to rub the soft hair between her legs; drops of moisture seeped out on my fingers.
Slowly, her lips left mine and began to work down my body. Her tongue traced a line around the inside of my throat and then began to explore my upper chest. Air rushed into my lungs as her motions filled me with excitement. Her mouth reached my navel and I felt her tongue inch into it. A warmth filled my stomach and my prick continued to throb.
Her long, blonde hair draped over my balls as her nose plowed into the curly, black hair at the base of my cock. Her tongue snaked out and touched the tight skin at the base. A moan jumped out of my lungs. Licking her way to the top, she cupped my balls with her left hand and started to rub. I could feel the warmth of her breath as her mouth got closer to my swollen head.
For one, insane, split second, her mouth hung over my joint, breathing hard on it. Then I felt soft, wet lips slide over it and a savage tongue began to tap dance on the purple glans of my organ. Pent up emotions, all the pressures of the last two weeks, seemed to gush into the hard shaft between my legs. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep from shooting very long; two weeks of frustration can build up a lot of semen.
Enjoyment surged through me. Donna had the touch of a woman who likes to feel cock between her lips, the trademark of an artist who enjoys her art. I could feel my shaft getting larger with each stroke of her tongue, felt myself growing under her erotic touch. My mouth hung open and I moaned as she sucked.
Power was building in the base of my shaft. A savage hardness plowed up it and there were only a few seconds left before my sperm would come rushing into her mouth. She sensed my feelings and drew her lips tightly around the shank. Bobbing her head up and down, she played with my balls and waited for me to break loose.
Five seconds later, I felt the first squad of my own white army pushing up the long tube of my prick. There was a hot electric feeling between my legs as all the problems and tensions in my body seemed to rush into her mouth. It was fantastic, plugged into her head with my throbbing, live cable of a cock, I fired a load that had been built of frustration but set free with her desire for my body. My frame shook as I fed her, my asshole feeling like it was going to cave in from the suction. For one second, I hung in a fantastic storm of erotic tension and then felt it slowly start to fade as my heart began to beat again. A heavy softness dropped over me and for the first time in half a month, I felt myself start to relax. A groan of pleasure rang through me.
After a moment's continued sucking to make sure that she had all I had fired, Donna lifted her head from my prick and looked at me. Tiny drops of cum hung on the corners of her mouth and her face was covered with seat. "My God," she gasped, "that was a load! Ed, was that ... that the first time since Sue left? Hey, I don't want to bum you out, don't talk about it if you don't want to."
I pulled her to me, felt her head rest on my chest. Her fingers wrapped around my wet shaft and played with it as I talked. "Yeah, it was the first time. I don't mind talking about it, what the fuck! Look, my feelings aren't something I can keep pent up inside of me. Shit, Sue hurt me and I would be a fool not to admit it. What you just did for me was wonderful, something I really needed."
"It wasn't all for you," her fingers grew tighter around my prick, "a lot of it was for me. I've dug you for a long time, Ed-I've wanted to feel your body next to mine, to taste your cum ever since you joined the firm. There is something savage about you, something very deadly that turns me on. I think Sue was a fool to give you up; hell, you've got one of the most fantastic pricks I've ever sucked. I didn't ask you over because I felt sorry for you, I wanted you here because I dig you."
My fingers began to play around with her cunt. "Hey," I said to her, "let me do something for you. Lean back." It was going to be a little while before I would be ready to fuck her the way I wanted to. Eating her out was both something I wanted to do and would fill up the time until my cock was ready for seconds. I pushed her back on the bed and began to work my way down to her box.
I stopped my trip to suck on her tits, moving the two full mounds of flesh together and taking both nipples into my mouth at the same time.
She moaned and I could feel her ass jerk as my tongue rubbed the hard tips of her boobs. Her hand was still on my prick and she was rubbing me faster every second.
The brown hair of her snatch touched my chin as I moved closer to that hot slit between her legs. My prick had slipped out of her hands and now her fingers were making little red paths on the skin of my back. Moving deeper, my chin hit the wetness of the upper part of her cunt. I pulled air in through my nose and smelled the lemon-lime freshness of her box. Part of my mind told me she had gotten ready for tonight with one of the new flavored douches. It was going to be like eating out a candy store.
My lips kissed her vertical ones and I could taste the sweet flavor of her douche mixed with the natural juices of her body. It was exciting, a taste and smell that seemed to be more than just a woman and yet not enough. My lips parted and my tongue slipped between hers and began to explore the red wetness of her vagina.
She was good, her box responded to my mouth and I could tell she was the type of chick who liked getting eaten. So many women in my life have just laid there and done nothing but enjoy it. Donna worked at it, moving the muscles in her snatch to make a tight fit for my tongue. She pushed her hips up and spread her legs, giving me enough room to cram my entire face between her legs. My tongue drove deeper inside of her.
Using my nose like a small cock, I touched her clitoris. She shook and moaned as my mouth slowly moved upward and I took that red tube of excited flesh between my lips and began to suck. Drops of juice began to drip onto my tongue and I sucked all the harder.
Her fingers tore into the skin of my back. No longer making simple little trails, her nails were intent on cutting deep gashes into my body. It felt good, the small roads of pain making me suck her all the harder. Keeping my upper lip close to her clit, I plowed my tongue back into her and began to fuck her with it.
"Oh, oh God," she choked, "Fuck me, Ed, oh, for the love of God, Fuck Me!" Her voice began to rise and I hoped she had a sound proof apartment. My cock was throbbing like it was on fire and Donna moved her body around to where my prick was once again in her mouth. I felt a small explosion of pleasure as her lips once again wrapped around my tool.
We lay on the bed, both of us intent on sucking the other dry. My cum would become hers and she would give me the fluids in her cunt. Driven by the needs in my mind, I sucked at her like a calf sucks at its mother's teat. Her lips were doing something very insane and wonderful to my shaft. Fingers were slowly moving up my asshole and my entire body was yelling out with joy.
Hot liquid gushed over my face as she came, washing my cheeks with a bath of sweet cum. I opened my mouth and began to drink. It felt like an entire cup of stuff was flowing out of her. My prick slipped from her mouth as she started to moan and yell.
"I'm cumming, Ed, oh sweet mother of God, I'm cumming! Eat me! Oh Eat ME! FUCK ME WITH YOUR MOUTH, OH YOU MAD SON OF A BITCH EAT MY BOX I'M CUMMING SO FUCKING GOOD I'M CUMMING AHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh...." Her entire body went lax for a moment and I could hear her sucking air into her lungs.
Slowly, her lips wrapped around my rod again and she began to suck. Now her style was slower, softer, begging me to cum instead of demanding that I fill her mouth with white juice from my balls. I pulled my face away from her slit and stared at the ceiling as she sucked me dry the second time in an hour.
I came, my spunk flowing out of my shaft in a more relaxed gush, flowing down her throat and into her belly. My body shook with the tender explosions that are found only during the second cumming and I felt drained. The impact of my first two climaxes with her were such that it would be an hour before I would be ready to fuck again. I didn't mind, the warmness that gushed over me was more than enough to keep me happy until then.
She finished drinking my juice and for the second time that night, pulled her face away from my groin. I moved my body next to hers and held her softly. Both of us were covered with sweat and the strong smell of our fucking filled her bedroom. It was a good smell, one I had missed.
I was about half way through a cigarette when Donna pressed her hand to my shaft. "Ed," she asked as she started to play with me, "would you like to take a shower?"
The water rolled over our bodies and washed away the sweat as we stood in the small stall in her bathroom. She filled her hands with soap and spread it over my now half stiff prick. Her fingers felt good and by the time she was done washing me, my rod was tall and hard. Her thumb traced a circle on the wet head.
We climbed out of the shower, our bodies dripping water. I pulled her close and the shank of my cock rested in the groove of her box. Our lips met and I could feel her body tense with desire. I started to push the tip of my tool into her. She pulled away and looked at me.
"Ed, I've done something nice for you tonight, now I've got to ask you to do something for me. There are certain ways I like things, ways that make sex seem so much better for me; can you understand that?"
"Yeah, what do you want?"
Her voice was cool, almost a challenge, "If you want me, then you had better be willing to take me. I'm going to fight you, Ed, I'm going to fight back every inch of the way. The only way you can get your cock in me tonight is to force it in. If you're not man enough to take what you want, then get your weak ass out of my house. If you don't have the balls for anything more than a blow job, I don't want you." She turned and started to walk out of the bathroom.
I grabbed her arm and jerked her back. "Listen, cunt," I snapped at her while twisting her arm, "I'm not going to take any shit off you. The last two weeks have been filled with too much crap. You'll do as I say and like it or I'll kick your sweet ass inside out."
Her other hand swung up and connected with my cheek. "You fucking pig," she spat out the words, "anything I do will be because you make me do it! If you want to get your rocks off in my box, you had better be able to keep me pinned down."
The slap stung and I felt myself going cold inside. Part of my mind was telling me this was just her trip, she wanted me to be rough with her. I've known a lot of chicks who like it rough and getting that way with Donna wasn't going to be anything new to me. Still, the sting of the slap and her words were more than enough to run my mind through the last two weeks like an express train. I had taken all the shit I was going to from any female, be it for real or just a game. I slapped back, hitting her hard with a certain cold anger. "Cunt!" the word flew out of my mouth like dog shit, "you'll do what I want or you'll never do anything again. Get your ass on that bed and spread your legs." I threw her at the bed.
She was fighting by the time I reached the sheets. Donna wanted me to rape her, to force my prick into her body. I was just pissed off enough to not only want to fuck her, but to make her feel a little pain along with my prick. My mind shot back to the night I had fought with Sue. This time I was going to do everything right. By the time I was done, Donna would know she had been fucked.
I slapped her again, hitting the side of her face in such a way as to make her dizzy. While she tried to clear her head, I jerked my belt from my pants and tied her hands behind her. Ripping her nightgown, I crammed part of it into her mouth and used the rest to tie her legs. It was going to hurt when I jerked her legs open to shove my prick into her, her ankles would be forced to stay together and every move I made was going to fill her with a little more pain. I didn't give a shit.
Her eyes were filled with fear as I mounted her. I don't think she knew she would get such a strong reaction from me. My prick plowed into her box and she grunted with pain. I started to push in and out of her, feeling the hot walls of her cunt growing tight around my shaft.
It had been a long time since I had raped a woman. Outside of that night with Sue, the last piece of ass I had taken by force had been in Nam. While I fucked Donna my mind jumped back to that night on the Delta, the last time I had really forced a woman to do what I wanted.
It was still an ugly point in my memory and one of the reasons I had gotten out of the service. Our team had gotten orders to take care of a Cong agent in a useless hunk of real estate known as hamlet C-6. According to our orders, it was a routine job, a simple rub out and making of an example of the body. None of us were ready for the Cong to be a female.
Killing women is nothing new in war, killing children is just as old. Still, the way we did her in got on my nerves and was something I couldn't get rid of by drinking beer or smoking some hash.
My team mates and I had been out in the bush for over three months when we hit C-6. That much time does something to your head, ideas that might seem ugly back at camp seem to be the normal thing to do after some time in the bush. When we found out our target was a woman, it meant only one thing: we could get laid after three months of nothing but swamp.
We had flipped coins to see who got her first. The guy who got her first also had to finish her off. I won. It was a simple operation getting her out of the village, something we had done many times before. In a clearing about a thousand meters from the hamlet, we sat her down and I got my first good look at her. Like most VC she was young, not much over nineteen. She had small tits and a narrow ass, typical of the women in that part of the world. She also had two very hate-filled eyes. One look at her face told me she knew what was going to happen. I could tell she was ready for it, people who take jobs like she had were always ready to die. The other guys walked out of the clearing to give me a chance to take my firsts.
I slapped her, at that time she was nothing more than a VC scum, someone who would kill me if she had the chance. I had seen what some of her buddies had done to some of my friends and felt no compunctions over what I was going to do to her. War is an ugly thing; after a while you get used to the ugliness or go insane.
In Vietnamese, I told her what I wanted her to do. She said nothing, only glared at me with hate. It didn't matter, I didn't need her help. I ripped her pants off and jabbed my prick into her small asshole. Anal sex in Viet Nam is a cultural insult and I wanted to make this cunt know how little I thought of her. She tried to get away, but both her hands and feet were tied and her mouth gagged. It was hopeless.
I reamed out her ass until I was about ready to cu. The first few drops of spunk were starting to shoot out of my prick when I jerked out and placed the tip of my shaft between her eyes. Three quick strokes from my hand and my load went shooting out on her face. My cum poured into her eyes and I could tell she was trying to scream through the gag. Hitting her in the gut with the butt of my M-16,1 laid down on top of her and screwed her in the cunt.
When my prick plowed into her, I got one of those off-beat surprises that can happen only in a war: I ripped through her cherry. Mine was the first shaft to ever slide up her. It was a shame she couldn't enjoy it as much as I did.
I finished with her and then my buddies took over. An hour later, I went back into the clearing to finish her off. There wasn't much left, the desires of four horny killers like myself had pretty much used her up. Blood ran from her cunt and her asshole, her body was covered with cum and I could see that one of the guys had used her small tits for an ash tray, grinding oUt his burning cigarettes on her chest. I pulled my knife and slit her throat. Leaving a note pinned on the body, a note that in essence said the same thing would happen to all Viet Cong, I headed back to my team and together we split for the base.
That had been my last real rape, a brutal thing that still did some funny things to my mind. Sometimes I would still dream about it, waking up in a cold sweat, my hand reaching out for my knife. Someday, I knew, I would have to come to grips with the entire thing.
My mind returned to Donna, the hot body that hung on the end of my prick. I could tell by her face she was really digging my action. The chick liked being raped and I wasn't going to try and change her. My cock drove into her box like a deadly weapon and I could hear her cumming through the gag in her mouth. I started to cum, my own body shaking with a strange sense of power and pleasure as I filled her cunt with sperm. Not bothering to untie her, I let my body relax on top of hers and slipped off into a light sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
I woke up feeling her move under my body. My eyes snapped open and for one split second, I didn't know where I was. From the cold cum that stuck to my balls, I could tell I must have slept for about an hour. Now limp, my rod had slipped out of her and was sticking to the inside of my leg. Flipping off her, I looked Donna in the eyes.
She was making grunting sounds through her gag and as I pulled it out of her mouth, I found myself wishing I knew if her apartment was sound proof. She shook her head and ran her tongue over what were very dry lips. I was ready to hit her if she made any noise at all. Instead, she looked at me and smiled.
"Wow, Ed, you are fantastic, that was the best I've had in a long time. I hope this didn't get you up-tight, I know some guys don't dig making it rough with a chick. I sort of got the feeling you dug it, though." She gave me a look that showed she was ready for some more if I was.
"No, it didn't bug me." I reached out for a cigarette. "In a way, Donna, I guess I do like being rough when I make love. Sex is a very animal thing and if you can't act like an animal once in a while, it gets to be dull."
"Ed, will you please untie me?"
Pulling a long cloud of smoke into my lungs, I looked at her. I blew the smoke into her face. "I'll untie you," I told her, "when I'm fucking ready to. I still want some things from you before I leave."
"You bastard," she said but her eyes showed me she liked what I was doing. "Untie me or I'll yell."
"You open that mouth of yours for anything but my cock and I'll knock your face lopsided. Listen, Donna, you wanted to play this game and I happen to like it. We will keep playing until I say stop, dig?" My prick started to rise, flakes of dried cum hanging to the sides.
"Donna," I said as I got into the verbal side of our game, "there is nothing you can do to stop me. You are my slave, woman, and I am your total master. If I want you to suck my cock, you will. Should I feel like cramming my prick up your ass, you won't yell or fart while I'm doing it. You can't move your hands, you can't run away. Just be a good girl and maybe I won't kill you before I go home. Now, you stupid cunt, is that clear?"
Her voice was very low. "Yes, Master, I understand," was all she said.
She was like a life-sized doll, ready to do anything I told her. Just the thought of it was enough to send thrills running up and down my prick. I had more than enough bullshit from women who refused to do as I asked, now things had changed and Donna was going to do everything she could to make me happy. I felt a groovy kind of violence growing inside of me, something I hadn't felt since getting back from Nam. I dug being able to do anything with her, being able to tie her up and beat her if I wanted.
My prick grew harder as I thought about it.
Pushing down in the bed, I mounted her, my shaft rushing up between her legs. Donna moaned and began to grind her hips. My teeth sank into the side of her neck and I bit, not hard enough to leave a mark but with enough pressure she would know it. Soft moaning filled my ears and I speeded up my stroke.
"Oh, sweet God," she grunted, "it is so good. Fuck me, oh fuck me! I'm yours, do anything you want, keep on screwing me."
My body was a sex machine, a device by which I could drive Donna to the most fantastic limits of pleasure. I realize that she really dug being bound and degraded. By the time I was through with her, she would worship me as the coldest bastard she had ever met. I speeded up my stroke, inching my finger into the top of her slit and playing with the hot clitoris. Jerking and grunting, she seemed to go insane as I balled her.
After a few minutes, she was ready to cum. Bits of fluid were seeping out of her cunt and running on to my balls. It was only going to take another ten or fifteen strokes to bring her to a climax, an orgasm which would cause her to shake and cry. I stopped, pulled my prick out of her and reached for a cigarette.
"What ... what's" her voice was confused, "why did you stop? Did you cum? Oh, don't stop, please don't. I need it, Ed, I do." She looked at me with begging eyes. I blew a smoke ring, trying to hide the need in my own body.
"So, you really want it. Well, Donna, I don't know if I want to give it to you. You are going to have to promise to be a very good girl if I do, have to promise me a lot of things. If you don't, I'll finish my cigarette and leave."
"Oh God, please don't. Ed, I'll do anything you ask, anything at all. Just keep fucking me, I'll be your slave, ask me to do anything for you."
"All right, cunt, if I finish screwing you, I'm going to want you to eat out my asshole, give me a rim job. If you don't think you can do it, l then I'm splitting. If you tell me you will do and then try to get out of it, I'll crush out my cigarette on your tits. Do you read me?"
"Yes, I'll do it, I'll eat your shit if you want me to. Please fuck me, don't leave me hanging here any longer. Oh, sweet God, please!" There were tears in her eyes and her body was shaking. After taking one last, long drag on my cigarette, I crushed it out and jammed back in her cunt.
She almost yelled with joy. Her hips were jumping around and it felt like my cock was going to be pulled out by the root. Stabbing into her, I pushed hard and let her do most of the work to bring us both to a climax. I was about ready to cum and I could feel her juices gushing out as she began to cut loose. Her tongue fell out of her mouth and her head shook as a stain spread over the sheets. My own wad gushed up and flowed into her cunt. I gasped for air as I came for the fourth time that night.
No sooner had I gotten my wind back than I pulled out and placed my ass in her face. "All right, whore, you came and now you had better be willing to rim me or else. Come on, I want to feel some action in my ass."
Hot air flowed up from her mouth and around my balls as my ass sank closer to her lips. The hot, wet tip of her tongue inched upward and began to trace a wet trail around the dark brown muscle of my hole. It felt good, I've always liked to be -rimmed. It was the one thing I never could get Sue to do; she didn't like to wipe my ass with her lips.
Donna, on the other hand, seemed to dig this as much as she liked to give head. From the subtle touch of her tongue, I knew this wasn't the first time she had -rimmed someone. I made a note to someday ask her if it was possible anything would be new to her. Her tongue ran the trail from my balls to my hole. Short, rapid movements of her lips made it seem even better.
I let her rim me for about five minutes, enough time to fill the entire backside of my body with a warm glow. Pulling away, I turned and looked at her. My body was drained both sexually and emotionally. There was nothing more I wanted her to do, nothing more that seemed like it would turn me on. I reached out and untied her hands and feet.
We both sat up and I pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the nightstand. Without saying a word, we sat there and smoked our cigarettes, Donna's hand in mine. She finished hers and crushed it out, the red coals slowly going dead in the ash tray.
"Ed, you were really great. I mean, I'm not new to this kind of trip and I don't think I've ever had a guy turn me on like you did. When I asked you over tonight, I didn't know if you would go for it. Sometimes a guy will think I'm sick or something. You're damn good, where did you pick up the talent?"
"No talent, I'm just a mean, nasty, son-of-a-bitch. Look, I dug it and I think I might dig doing it again with you."
She moved next to me and softly touched my prick. Her touch wasn't one of desire now but more something of tenderness. "Baby, you think you might like to do it with some other people, too?"
"What sort of other people?"
"Look," she picked up another cigarette, "I belong to a kind of club, a group of people that dig the same things I do. We have meetings and parties-what the fuck-we hold orgies. Things are wide open and you can do anything you want. Do you think something like that might interest you?"
"I don't know, Donna, I really don't. Tonight was the first time that I've ever played it the way you seem to like it played. There have been a lot of other chicks I've roughed up in bed, but never any who went for it as much as you do. It is a strange feeling, I want to get my head straight on it before I get into a club thing. I know I'm going to want you again, to play it like we did tonight. Group sex is something that is going to take some thinking on my part."
"Don't rush it," she told me, "if it feels right, do it. I want to have you again, Ed, I want it a hell of a lot. Look, if you can't dig the group scene, we can still make it with each other."
We sat and talked for awhile, not about much of anything. After about an hour, I got dressed and split back to my own place. There was a lot of thinking I wanted to do. I plopped myself down with a drink and a pack of cigarettes and started to drill into my own head.
I had liked what had gone on between Donna and I too much not to think about it. There had seemed to be something more to our love making when it was mixed with violence than I had found in the more common forms of sex. I was concerned about my own head; I needed to find out if doing things that way was going to be the right path for me.
I thought about my own violent streak. A part of me that had gone wild in the army and was still being used in my present job. Being violent doesn't mean hitting and killing, it is more a way of looking at life. Public relations is a violent world and only the fast can make it. That was the reason MediaZap hired men like me. What we didn't know about P.R., we learned fast, what we knew about coming out on top was a basic part of our make up.
There had been a sense of power rushing through me as I had forced Donna to do things. It had been a good feeling, something that made my entire body glow. I had lost that sense of power with Sue, she had cut it out of me by being too willing to make me feel good. Slowly I accepted the fact that I was the kind of person who needed a fight, needed some kind of contest to make things seem worthwhile.
Even while I was in the service, I never got a kick out of hurting people. Still, the way I looked at life, what I called hurting and what some limp-ass back in the States would call hurting were two different things. The game I was playing in Nam was a deadly one. The people I played with knew the rules and there was always the chance of getting killed. When we grabbed one of their people and rubbed him out, in a way it was with his consent. He knew what he was getting into, that by doing what he was he could get killed. We all knew it. It was a basic part of the game.
If a chick like Donna wanted me to get rough with her in bed, it was fine with me. So long as I had her consent, so long as I knew she would be digging on what I was doing to her, everything was cool. I don't kill or hurt for my own thrills, there has to be something in it for the other person.
The idea of a club was interesting. I had read some novels about bondage and sex clubs and they had turned me on. Perhaps getting into something like that was what I needed. Violence should have an outlet, living in the city didn't give me the vent I needed. In Nam, there were more than enough ways to let my feelings out; I could take a gun and shoot someone. Life back in the States didn't give that sort of release; there was no way I could free my frustrations without getting put in jail.
I thought about my feelings toward Sue. I really wanted to kill that cunt, to lay her wide open with a blade. She had hurt me, attacked me and my basic nature was to destroy anything which did that. If she had been some cunt in a rice paddie, I would have blown her brains out and been done with it. Instead, she was a cunt living in L.A. and here there were laws that kept me from fixing her the way a man should handle a bitch who has shit on him.
There were a lot of things I wanted to do to her. However, I knew that the most I could do was drag her ass through a court. I made a note to head down to a lawyer's office during the week and start the process of getting our relationship ended. I didn't need her any longer, Donna was proof of that. I wanted nothing more than to be free of that cunt, to let her pay for her own trips. There were more things to do with my time and money than to waste them on some bitch who wanted to wear my balls around her neck.
Feeling tired from the night's adventure, I crushed out my cigarette and pulled my ass to bed. In the space of a few moments, I was deeply and dreamlessly asleep.
Donna was warm but slightly distant the next day. During lunch, I took her out for a drink. In the cool darkness of the bar, she warmed up and her hand reached under the table to play with my cock. There was something very sensual about sitting with a glass in my hand in a packed bar and feeling soft fingers poking at the hard tube of flesh between my legs. She played with me just enough to let me know she cared, but not enough that my balls were going to ache for the next three hours.
"Ed," her fingetips danced up and down my shank through the cloth of my pants, "would you like to drop by again tonight? I'd really like to see you again." She stopped for a moment, took a sip of her drink and the continued, "You ... you really didn't mind last night did you? I mean, even though you seemed to enjoy it, do you really want to see me any more? Look, I know my tastes are a little strange, sometimes that turns a guy off after awhile. If you say you don't want to see me again, that will be cool, I'm sort of used to it."
My own hand began to inch up the inside of her leg. "Listen, I told you last night I liked it. That wasn't any bullshit, Donna. I think I might even dig it a little more than you do. A lot of thinking went on in my head after I left your place last night. Look, if you can dig having it done to you, then you've got a guy who can really get it on doing it to you. Am I clear?" My fingers reached the tight, nylon mesh that covered her cunt and began to push past it. Tiny drops of wetness from her box seeped out and covered my fingers. I smiled at her, the type of smile that told her not to give me any crap. From the look in her eyes, I could tell she was getting turned on.
Her voice was soft, low with a slight hint of suppressed excitement. "Oh, that's what I want. You do more for me than almost any guy I've ever known. Ed, please come home with me after work; don't even bother to go home to change. If I could get away with it, I'd go down on you right here, I want you so much."
The last time I had been sucked off in a bar was in Nam. As much as the idea turned me on, I knew this wasn't the place for it. The throbbing in the lower half of my body clued me in to the fact that I really wanted her again, wanted her bound and helpless, a slave to my feelings. Fucking Donna the way she wanted it seemed like the best thing to do for my head. My ego had been shot to hell by Sue, and Donna's way of making love was the most effective method I'd found of getting myself back together.
We took my car to her apartment, a subtle, unsaid statement that I would be spending the night. The traffic was the usual riot of fast engined cars on a wide freeway moving at speeds up to twenty miles per hour. I felt the same ugly tenseness that build in my gut every time I'm faced with heavy traffic. Getting shot at or being sprayed with flack has never been as un-nerving to me as trying to cope with the five o'clock rush on the Hollywood Freeway.
It was a hot day and the air was filled with smog and the noise of horns. The entire scene was very ugly, most frustrating slum in the world is the L.A. Freeway System. Holding the wheel with both hands, I slowly guided my car through the mess. On all sides of us were people just as trapped as we were. It was going to take an hour to get to Donna's apartment.
She sat next to me in the car, smoking a cigarette rather than chance breathing the air around us. Her dress had worked its way up around her hips and she was wearing, I could see without any problem, red lace panties. The line of cars continued to creep along and I found myself wishing for a pair of large, angel-like t wings to get me the fuck out of this madhouse.
Her hand slowly moved into my crotch and began to rub me. My cock pushed up against the fly of my pants. Her fingers were getting more talented in making me very hard very fast. "What the fuck are you doing?" I said, my eyes on the bastard in the red MG in front of me, watching the prick try to make a three lane change.
"I want to play with you, Ed, I can't wait until we get home." She snagged my zipper and pulled down. With a flick of her fingers she had my cock free. Smog filtered sunlight poured down on it, I looked down and saw the tip was already wet with white drops of fluid.
"Dammit, woman," I said, feeling a warm glow fill my groin, "can't you hold off for another hour?"
Her head was moving toward my cock; I could feel the warmth of her breath brush over it as she spoke. "Ed, I've been thinking about sucking you off all day. I feel like my mouth is going to fall out if I don't get you inside of me. Don't worry, honey, I just can't stop myself." Her lips closed over the tip of my shaft and she started to suck.
A funny thrill ran up my asshole. I was sitting in the middle of traffic, surrounded on all sides by men rushing to get home to try and talk their wives into letting them have a little. I looked out of the car and could see hundreds of men in a hurry to get home and get laid. While they were rushing, I was getting sucked off. Donna's lips began to move faster and I could hear her muted grunting mixed in with the sounds of horns and motors.
For one I was glad the traffic was slow. Driving at a higher speed would have been very difficult. Using all of my willpower, I kept my eyes on the road and tried not to watch the bobbing head of hair that was perched on the top of my cock. Donna's lips felt very good and it was only going to be a matter of time before I would cum. I hoped like hell it wouldn't happen while some son of a bitch was trying to cut in front of me.
I shot my rocks during one of the worst traffic slow-ups of the year. While cars were slowed down to five miles an hour, my balls sent a supersonic burst of semen into Donna's mouth. My body jerked with pleasure and for a split second, I couldn't see the road in front of me. My sight returned and I felt a warm but empty sensation in my nuts. She lifted her face away and my wet joint fell back into my lap. I noticed the car in front of us had a bumper sticker that said, "Have A Nice Day." I caught the eye of the car's long haired driver in his rearview mirror and flashed him the peace sign. He flashed it back. I kept driving toward Donna's place.
CHAPTER FOUR
Nude, we sat on her bed smoking cigarettes. My body was relaxed; in the hour we had been at her place, she had worked me into cumming twice. Added to the time in the car, my balls were pretty well drained for awhile. Her mouth was something fantastic, an insane machine for pulling semen out of my cock. We hadn't got around to fucking yet; it would be a little time before I was ready for that.
"Donna," a cloud of smoke poured out with the wordds, "tell me more about this club you belong to."
Her hand was resting on my prick and while she talked, she slowly played with it. "I really can't tell you very much about it, a lot of it is secret. It is something more than just a club, in some ways I guess it is almost a way of life. There is a lot of ritual that goes into it, you know, things like the Black Mass. Some of the people are really into that sort of thing, Satan worship and all that."
"And you, Donna, do you do that part of it?" My thumb played with her nipple.
"Some of it. I get a kick out of being used as the altar. Whoever is playing the role of the priest pours wine into my cunt and then drinks it. Still, what I really go for is the bondage. Why shouldn't I admit that? Ed, I am the type of woman who needs to be tied up and forced to climax. While just sucking a guy off does something for me, unless I'm being forced into fucking him, I might as well have air up my cunt instead of a prick. That's just the way I am."
"Well, if you can't tell me any more about it than that, how the fuck do you expect me to figure out if I want in?"
She stroked my hardening shaft. "Look, if you want-I'll set up an appointment for you with the Master. He's in charge of the group. While there are a lost of things I can't tell you about, he can. Ed, I know you are the type of person who could really get into what we do. You've shown more than enough interest and talent right in this bed. Do you want me to set something up for you?"
I took a deep puff of my cigarette; the answer I would give her was going to have a major affect on my life. "Yeah," I said, "do that."
My mind left the room for a minute and I thought about what I might be getting myself into. The type of group that Donna had been talking about seemed to be what part of my mind felt I needed. In such a club, I might be able to give vent to my feelings of frustration. As I looked back on it, my getting married to Sue had, in some ways, been an attempt to settle the frustrations I felt at living in a place like the States. Maybe I would feel better with this club as an outlet. At the time, I couldn't be sure.
She kept playing with me as we continued to smoke. My prick was getting to the throbbing stage and soon I would need to jam it in her cunt to release the pressure that was building. There was a growing tightness in my ass and my heart started beating faster as I thought more and more about fucking her.
Donna looked at me, a fog of desire starting to fill her eyes. "Ed, have you ever whipped a woman?"
"Only with my cock and a gun butt, never with a real whip."
She got up and walked over to her dresser. Pulling open the middle drawer, she reached in and took out a long riding crop. "If you could," she said while her body started to shake with excitement, "use this on me tonight, I can promise you the most fantastic things will happen. I want you to tie me up and whip me, after that I'll be willing to do anything for you." She handed me the crop.
Slowly, her expression began to change and I knew she was getting into her role. Donna had to play this complex game to get release. She had to become a bitch and then get punished for her actions. I understood the psychological aspects of it; I also knew that knocking her down to size made my cock get even harder. It was a game with me, too, I just wasn't sure how much was only a game when it came to my feelings.
Her face had grown hard. She glared down at me like I was a piece of shit on top of a birthday cake. "You men are all alike," the word flew out of her mouth like spit, "all you want to do is cram your lousy cock up any hole you can find. Fuck you, buddy, I wouldn't let you fuck me if you were the last man on earth!"
I stood up, my voice cold. "Alright, sweetcheeks, we'll see about that. I'm probably the only man on this plant who wants to fuck you. That's my hang-up, not yours. Get your ass over here and spread your legs, I want to get my rocks off."
"Make me, you shit." She moved for the door.
I sprang after her, grabbing her neck and pulling her back. She tried to bite me. My palm flashed across her cheek and left a red splotch. Kicking her feet out from under her, I threw her onto the bed. I had already taken my belt out of my pants and I used it to tie her hands behind her back. A pillow-case was effective in tying her feet. Her nude, bound body looked up at me from the bed. Feeling like a class A bastard and loving every second of it, I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face up to my groin. Grabbing my cock with one hand, I pushed it into her ear.
"Hey cunt," I said as I moved the head of my joint around, "can you hear the ocean?"
"You fucking pig, you lousy shit-eating excuse for a man, you make me sick!" She tried to pull away.
"Nasty, nasty words from a little girl who thinks her body is so great a man can't fuck it. I know what you are, bitch, you're a lousy cunt eating dyke! That's why you are so up tight about feeling a real cock in your cunt, all you've ever had is plastic. Listen, cunt-eater, you are going to be number ten very soon. My shaft is number one, your mind is number ten, dig? You've been a very bad girl and I've got to make sure you aren't bad again."
I flipped Donna over on her stomach. Her full, round ass was waiting for the sting of the crop. If she was anything like some of the chicks I had read about, she would cum like a flood when I started beating her. Holding the crop tight in my hand, I took careful aim and then brought the leather wand down hard on her cheeks. She jerked, half in pain and half in pleasure. I hit again, this time leaving a long red line on her ass. My arm began to move with a regular beat, every second I connected with her skin.
"Feel that," I told her as my arm brought the crop down on her reddening flesh, "that's for being a whore. This one is for being a lousy cunt licker. I'm going to beat your ass until it bleeds. After that I may full out a knife and carve my name in your back. Maybe I'll just slit your throat and let you bleed to death while your mouth sucks me off. You've got me mad, Donna, and now you are going to pay for it."
What I was telling her was a collection of lines I had half-remembered from some sex novels and stuff I use to tell V.C. to get them to talk. It was all bullshit, but I could tell she was really going for it. Maybe spending five years of my life learning how to scare people was going to be handy for a change. Being a nasty son of a bitch is more fun when you can get your rocks off!
While hitting her, I saw something on her ass I first thought was a birth mark. I dropped my head down and looked hard at a small skull on her left cheek. It wasn't a tattoo, this had been burned in with something very hot. It was a standard skull, like the type found on bottles of poison. Someone had gone to great care to sear it into her ass. I made a note to ask her about it later.
Her ass was very quickly becoming a mass of red-welts. My belt was cutting into her wrists and she twisted and turned, trying to avoid being hit. The thought went through my mind that perhaps I was giving her a rougher time than she was used to. If I was, that was her tough luck. When I paly, I play for keeps.
She was sobbing, yet, at the same time, I could tell she was cumming like a waterfall. A stain began to spread out on the sheet, a wide splotch of juice from her cunt. My cock was throbbing, my entire body had become excited by beating her. The same sense of sexual power I had felt that night before began to fill me. Throbbing like a hammer-hit thumb, my prick was yelling for release. I wanted her, not so much because she was someone I dug, but because she was a body I could do anything I wanted to with.
Throwing the crop down, I pulled the cheeks of her red ass apart. She moaned as my thumbs dug into the tight flesh around her asshole. The tip of my shaft touched the blind brown eye of her anus and began to inch inward. Donna moaned and twisted. My hand shot out and grabbed her neck, pushing tight around her windpipe. "Hold still, cunt," I snapped at her, "you'll like my prick in your ass or else."
"It hurts," she moaned, "oh, fucking God, it hurts."
From the slack feel of the muscles that wrapped my cock, I could tell I wasn't the only one to fuck her asshole. She might be groaning, but I knew this wasn't as painful to her as she said. A tightness began to form around my shaft and she began to move in a way that spelled not escape for her, but release for me.
I slammed my prick deeper in her ass. Like a jack-hammer I plowed in, pushing and pouring my meat in her hole. It was good, damn good. Cunt may be pussy, but a tight asshole is a great way to get your rocks off! I let go of her neck and instead, cupped her large, swinging breasts with my hands. Her nipples were hard and rough to my touch. I squeezed her tits like I was milking a cow. Roughly I played with them, letting her know I thought of them as something to amuse myself with. She twisted her ass and grunting sounds were coming from her mouth.
My prick began to spurt hot fluid into her hole. Madly, my sperm rushed out of my cock and into the dark brown cave. Like a massive flood, they shot into her, looking in their mindless way for some egg to latch on to. All they would find was shit. Her ass made me cum as effectively as if it were a cunt, but there was still differences. I grunted, feeling my body drain of its load, sensing my juices creeping toward her lower intestine. My head flew forward and I sank my teeth into the skin of her back, tasting blood flow from her before I pulled away.
Getting off of her, I laid on the bed and sucked cool air into my lungs. I feld depraved, animal like. The sensations of total power over another person ripped through me and I felt like a small God. Donna was my toy. Any desire, any action that came to mind I could make her do. No part of her body or soul was safe from me.
My power was complete.
In my mind I became every ruler, every dictator who ever walked the face of the earth. I was her Hitler, ready to consign my six million sperm cells to the concentration camp of her ass hole. Alexander lived within me, his sword a massive prick to slit the insane knot made from her cunt hair. I was David, getting my rocks off by slinging them into the Goliath of her mouth. Savageness, desire rolled through me and the mad rush of power that can only come from owning a slave rippled over my mind.
Slowly I returned to the normal world, my insides still filled with the greedy light of lust. I grabbed her head and jammed it down onto my prick, driving in and feeling the tip hit the back of her mouth. She gagged, her throat muscles closing tightly around me. I began to fuck her mouth as if I were still deep in her anus. My strokes were hard and savage, hitting raw flesh and scraping over teeth with every move. "Suck me! Suck my cock, you no good bitch! Keep sucking or I'll break your fucking neck!" I clamped her throat with my hand, her eyes bugged out from the pressure.
I was starting to come again, a large charge of white-grey spunk went into her mouth and began working down to her belly. She would digest my sperm, turn it into muscle and energy, it would fill every cell in her body. I moaned, the savage grunt of an animal during orgasm. The hair on my arms stood up and for one second I could tast raw flesh on the back of my tongue. The last of my load dripped into her and I jerked her head away from my joint.
Sperm covered her cheeks and dripped from her lips. She stared up at the ceiling with a dull pair of eyes. Like me, she was an animal, a beast that could not understand being hit, that could feel only pain. There was nothing in her mind but a basic desire for sensation, for some unknown sort of thing that she only knew by the word "love." Donna worshipped the beast she had raised in me, the wild animal that could only take. Like the mindless mobs that cheer dictators and grovel before tyrants, she sucked at my power, trying to pull it into her powerless self.
Throwing her onto her back, I shoved my tool into her. Still filled with the sense of perverse glory that gushed from some stained corner of my brain, I humped her. No longer a prick, my organ had become some dark weapon. It was a M-16, cutting down her clitoris instead of gooks. For one instant, it was a long dagger, stabbing and ripping her body to sensual shreds. Thrusting my throbbing club with a force that wanted to rip her open, I mindlessly fucked the living hell out of her.
Her eyes were glazed white, she was no longer able to see or feel the outside world. I had no idea of the twisted dreams that were running wild in her head and I didn't care. There was only one thing that mattered; only one important aspect to the universe; getting my rocks off! With a hard, steady pounding of my genetic surf, I poured into her, feeling the hot juice of my manhood rage darkly into her box. My entire body seemed to be made of electricity, ten billion volts shot up my ass hole and through my spine. Part of my brain could hear the egg-thirsty battle cries of my sperm as they ran riot into her. Billions of angry tadpoles, ready to attack and destroy anything they could find.
A howl sprang from my throat and rushed out into the room. In the back of my eyes, I could see some great, grey wolf. It was a huge monster of an animal, covered with hair and blood. The wolf howled back at me and I knew it was the cry between two like souls. Part of me reached out to touch the stained, grey pelt of the animal, to hold it tight. The rest of my mind went blank from the strain and I collasped on top of Donna in a deep, drained stupor.
Behind my closed eyes, strange images moved in mental shadows. The inside of my mind seemed to fill with blood, red fluid that slowly changed to a jello mold filled with a million cunts and tits. A whip kept cutting into the red mess, sending bits of it flying around the inside of my brain. Wave after wave of sensation washed over me, my entire body felt soaked with a damp energy.
Pulling my weak body off hers, I shook my head and tried to clear my brain. My hand grabbed for a cigarette and the hot smoke seemed to bring me back down as it hit my lungs. Little bursts of fire were still jumping out of my nerve endings and there was a high pitched whine in my ears. Looking down, I saw my prick was a red mass of raw flesh. My balls throbbed and ached from the drain placed on them and I seemed to be devoid of any sexual desires.
Sweat poured off my body as I tried to get my mind to clear. Something very odd and wild had happened this time. Never had such feeling torn through me with so great a force. Parts of my inner self that had never been set free had come shooting to the top along with my many loads of sperm. Somehow the nature of my orgasm had released feelings and needs that had never been fully free. It was going to take some time to get used to them. I knew one thing for sure; I wanted to join the club Donna belonged to.
"Oh God...." I heard Donna softly moan, "Oh, my God ... so good ... good ... hard ... hot, hard prick ... in my ass, my mouth ... need it ... need fucking so much ... oh!."
I began to softly touch her body. No longer was I filled with a need for her, now I wanted nothing more than to be close to her. With a slow touch, I untied her hands and feet. She pulled herself over to me and dropping her head into my lap, softly kissed the end of my cock. It was the tender, loving kind of kiss a mother gives a new born child. There was nothing sexual in her actions, it was more a statement of thanks.
She sat up and I gave her a cigarette. Puffing for a moment, she closed her eyes and seemed to be trying to recapture something important to her. She put down her cigarette and turned toward me. "Ed," her voice was very low, "I think I love you."
We both sat in silence. After a few minutes and two more cigaretts, I pulled her close to me. "Donna," my lips were next to her ear, "it is far too early to tell. Come on, let's not get this thing messed up with too many emotions. Right now, I don't think I could take it. Look, I'm really not ready for another heavy trip right now, the thing with Sue is still too sharp in my mind. Please don't do anything that will turn me off."
"Ed, it's just you can do things to me that no other man has ever been able to do. Tonight you sent me someplace I'd never gone before. I feel like my insides have been ripped out and then shoved back into me. I don't want to lose you, to have to spend my life trying to find someone else who can do the things you can. Can't you feel it, can't you sense anything from me?"
"Yeah," I said, puffing on my cigarette, "just don't push it right now. I want to keep our thing going, to let it grow. But I can't make any commitments right now. Donna, I've got to test things out in my own head. Too much has been going on; I can't be sure of anything right now-can you understand that? Hey, let's not get wrapped up in it right now, O.K?"
We lay back on the bed, her hand between my legs. I reached out and turned off the lights. There was going to be some thinking needed to solve everything. Sleep was something that would help get my mind clear; I felt weak from the night's experiences. Holding her in my arms, I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off into a deep but not so dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
There was a chill inside the dark bar that wasn't caused by the air conditioning unit. A still coolness hung around the man I was talking to. He was perhaps thirty, maybe a little more. Thin, with dark eyes; there was a sense of icy power flowing from him. This was the man Donna wanted me to meet, the man who could get me into the club.
His voice was cool, each word was a perfect ice cubed, pear shaped tone. "Donna," he said looking at me, "has told me a great deal about you. If what she has said is true, you would make an interesting addition to our group."
I sipped my drink, the alcohol burning a blue path into my stomach. "I take it Donna has told you that I'm very interested in what you do and I want to gain a better understanding of your operation before I get too deeply into it. I don't take chances; I learned that in Nam. I've nothing against a risk, but I can always fight my way out of that if needed."
"How long were you in Viet Nam?" His eyes held a strange glow.
"About four years bush time. I was in the Army six years altogether. Part of that was spent in training here in the States, the rest of the time was spent palying games with the V.C."
"Donna told me," (that glow was still in his eyes,) "that you were in a special type of combat unit."
I wanted to shock him a bit, push on his mind just a shade. "Combat, hell!" I said looking into his eyes, "I was a killer. My team solved 'political problems' by exterminating the slant eyed son's of bitches. Torture was a standard part of the system; we often made 'examples' of troublemakers. I've got no idea how many I've killed, maybe a couple of hundred. It doesn't do any good to keep count; there were always too many more that still needed to be done in.
Killing, in the most effective and the most painful methods, was what I was trained for and it's what I did. I'm good at it, damned good."
From the light that seemed to be glowing in the back of his eyes, I could tell my message had gotten through. If he thought I was for real and not just giving him a line of crap, then he knew I wasn't some two bit freak who didn't know the score. I was a deadly person under certain conditions and I wanted him to know that. He could play secret club games all he wanted, but he had better not fuck with me.
"That's ... that's a most interesting background, Ed. I don't think any of our members have had as much experience as you seem to have had. It might even be possible for you to teach us some new things, perhaps some of the methods you picked up in the East."
"Well, yes ... I mean...."
"Then don't even ask about those methods. I learned how to kill-the pain and bondage aspect of it was just the lead-in. You want somebody to die in such a way that the look of fear on their face won't fade until the skin rots off the skull, then I'll tell you a few things. If you just want a new way to get your rocks off, there is where I can learn from you. Look, I'm new to this trip as an overt sexual thing, dig, and I really don't know my way around. That's why I want to get in with you people, so I can really check it out on a sexual level. Shit, I already know what it is like to kill-being with your club won't give me any new information on that topic."
He was taken back a bit by my frankness. I don't think he really expected me to be so open. A long time ago, I had learned that being up front with somebody was the best way to put them off key. This was my game now, he was not the mighty master talking to some perverted punk who wanted to play at being deSade, he was talking to somebody who already knew about the heavy stuff and was looking for a little light fun. So long as he felt that way, I was in the clear.
"Ah ... yes, Ed, I think I see your point." He took a drink from his glass, no longer so sure of himself. "Now, let me explain a few things to you about our group. We are more concerned with the art, the refined tools and methods of creating sensation then we are with the end result such as you are used to. Donna may have told you there are some mystical aspects to our...."
"She told me about the witchcraft," I broke in.
"That really isn't the best word to use; I think ritual is much better. We have found that often things can be more exciting with alittle stage work. Not all the members feel this way, and as a result, not all of them take part in the ritual. We try not to, you'll pardon the pun, tie anyone down to just one method. I'm very sure, for example, that some of the things you like would do nothing for me. Likewise, some of my tastes would be wasted on you. Consent is the keyword, if you want to do it and the other persons wants to do it, then there is nothing to stop you."
"Alright, that part of it I can dig. Now, tell me why everything has to be so secret. Why all the stuff with masks and code names and that sort of crap?"
"Well, a lot of our members don't want the word getting around about their sexual tastes.
Anyway, doing it this way is really more fun; there is something exciting about belonging to a secret order. In a way, it is no different than being in the Masons."
"Alright, you've got me sold-I'm willing to try it. What do I have to do to get in?"
"First, there is the matter of the fee. It is one hundred dollars to join and fifty dollars a month. That may seem a bit steep, but it really isn't when you look at what you are getting."
"And just what will I be getting?" I waved to the bartender for two more drinks.
"A complete," (the glow was back in his eyes,) "outlet for all your desires. Whatever you want to do at the club, whatever you want to do with the other members. Think what it would be like to have five, six girls like Donna, all young and lovely, ready to do your bidding. Ed, most of the members are of a passive, shall we say, nature. Someone with an active interest and talent like yours would have more than enough sex to keep him happy. Isn't that work it? Think what what are you going to do if you get tired of Donna or she of you. How long will it take for you to find someone with her tastes, desires that respond to your's? In the club, you'll have no problems finding partners."
Our drinks arrived. I picked mine up and took a sip, my mind filled with images of myself as a slave master, a powerful lord with a collection of sensual, young females begging for my whip and my prick. I liked the idea. "OK, what else do I have to do?"
"There are two things; first you msut stand before the council and attest to your desires. You will be asked to explain why you want to join and to cite some of the things you have done in the past. Donna will be called as a witness during this phase of the process."
"And number two on the list?"
He took a sip of his drink before he continued. "Number two is something that shuld not be trouble to you. It is a contest, a fight if you will, between you and a member of the club. Should you win, you will be a member."
"And what if I lose?" My voice was cold. "Then, you'll get your money back, that's all."
We shook hands as he left a few minutes. later. Donna was to contact me when things were ready. I wasn't sure he was telling me the whole truth; somehow, his version of what the club was like and what Donna had led me to believe were two slightly different things. I finished my drink; soon I would find out just what was going on.
Donna wasn't able to see me that night so I sat around my own place and watched TV. In my lap was a letter from my lawyer stating he had started work on my divorce. Under California law, no real cause, no details were needed to be given in court. I had filed on the grounds that Sue and I couldn't get along. Why we couldn't get along wasn't the business of the state. I sipped my drink and watched an inane show on the boob tube.
About eleven, the phone rang. Somehow, I knew it was Sue even before I picked it up. There was something ugly about how the phone rang when she called, like the bells were stuck up a diseased cunt.
"You slimy motherfucker," I heard her say as I put the phone to my ear, "just what the hell do you mean? What's this shit about a divorce?
Look, limp prick, you don't get off that easy."
"Hey, Pissgums," I answered, "you have such a subtle way of expressing your feelings. My, sounds like you've got sand in your cunt-been fucking yourself with a surf board again? Why should such a little thing as a divorce get you so upset?"
"I'll tell you why, you fucking bastard! After all the shit you put me through, I'll be damned if I'll let you get rid of me. Wherever I go and whomever I fuck, I tell them I'm your wife. If they remember nothing else about me, they do remember I'm Mrs. Edward Downing."
"My dear, soon-to-be-ex-wife, from what little I can remember about your sorry performance as a piece of ass, I'm very sure they would rather remember your name. The name at least has class, something you are rather devoid of, you sorry excuse for a woman. Listen, shit-face," my voice got very sharp and cold, "I'm getting a divorce because I'm sick and tired of your fucked up habits. I don't need you, Sue, I've got you off my back now. You're nothing more than some cheap freak who clals me up at night and says dirty things. I don't mind-you're a lot funnier than television. Keep talking sour-snatch, I've got some time to waste."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment. In the background I could hear her breathing. "Listen," she finally said, "you'll pay for this, Ed, so help me. If you think I've been a bitch up to now, you've been wrong. I'll destroy you, you mother fucker, I'll make you sorry for what you are doing."
"Hey, cunt," I said, my voice very relaxed, "just a little word to the wise. I get any more shit from you, and I'll kill you. Simple-you'll be dead. Now, if you want, you can run to the police and tell them what I just said, it doesn't matter. One way or another, you'll end up very dead and it will be a slow trip getting there. I've got nothing against cutting off your sagging tits and cramming them down your throat before you die, can you understand that?"
There was a stunned silence on the other end and then the phone clicked dead. I put my end down and took a long drink. Sue knew I wasn't shitting her, there was a good chance I would kill her if I could. I hope that thought would cool her off a bit and keep her out of my life.
She was nothing but a bad dream, an ugly memory that I didn't care to deal with any longer. So long as she stayed out of my way, she could do anything she wanted. If she gave me one bit of trouble, even in the court, I'd have her ass on a stock so fucking fast that she wouldn't be able to fart. I took another swig from my glass and watched an old movie on TV.
Three nights later, Donna took me to a club meeting. She picked me up, had me put a hood over my head and told me not to take if off until we were inside. It was strange riding through L.A. and not being able to see. She seemed to be taking a very roundabout way to get to the meeting, every few minutes the car would turn. It didn't bother me, I'd had enough training in the service to know when someone was trying to confuse my sense of direction. It didn't matter, I could find out where the place was without much trouble on my own.
The car came to a stop and I felt Donna reach out and touch my groin. "Don't worry, baby, you'll do fine." she said softly, "I've got great hopes for you." I heard the car door open and hands touched me on the arm. I got out of the car and let them lead me up to the house.
Inside, the hood was taken off and I found myself in a room with black walls. There were two people wearing black hoods and gowns in the room with me. "We are here," one of them said, "to get you ready to meet the council. Please do not say anything unless you are spoken to and make no rapid moves. May the great deSade have no mercy on your souless form" The last part was said in the tone of a blessing. I was handed a white robe and told to strip down and put it on. When I was dressed, a set of chains were put loosely around my wrists. I felt they were more for show than anything else. A gong sounded outside of the room and my two black keepers picked up the ends of the chains and started walking toward the door. Not having anything else to do, I went with them.
We walked into a large, as much as I could tell, hall. All around, there seemed to be people dressed in black robes, it was too dark to see how many there were. Ahead of me was a high bench, like the one used in English films, behind the bench sat three figures. Like the others, they were wearing black robes. Their hoods, however, were different. Instead of being a solid black, they had a skull mask sewn on them. The skull faces looked very unreal and for a second, I felt very foolish. I also realized now why Donna had the small skull burn on her ass, it was the symbol of the club.
The figure in the middle spoke. The voice that came from under the hood was strong and hollow. It was impossible to place its sex. "Who comes before the most frightful court of deSade? What weak mortal would approach us? Speak, ye craven who wears the color of the day, what seek ye?"
It took a second to realize I was the craven in the color of the day he was talking to. I hadn't been prepared for this sort of ritual shit, but my P.R. training took over and I got right into it. "Hear Ye," I said in as deep a voice as I could muster, "I, Edward Downing, so seek entrance within this select order. Long have I heard of it and long has my desire been to be a part of it. Hear me, for I would so approach thee to request a joining of myself with this most morbid order."
"Stand you then," he answered and I knew I had done the right thing in responding the way I did, "and hear the conditions which we charge you to so abide. Tell us, Edward Downing, do you exault the joy of Pain above all others, be it in the rite of giving or the rite of taking? Do you so recognize the great deSade as the bastard Son of God, a man who spoke the truth to all and showed the way to external damnation of their non-existent souls? Hear me, Edward Downing, these are mighty things you must swear to or forever be cast from us."
It had been a long time since I had heard such crap as this group was putting forth. In the back of my mind, I could remember watching some old monster films where this sort of shit happened every other scene. Still, if this was part of the price, I had nothing against playing it. "Yes, this I do swear by all that is unholy," I said pulling up some lines from a grade "Z" witchcraft flick I had once seen with a chick who gave a bad blow job during the second feature. "May the spirit of the great deSade subject me to the heaven of the Catholics should I fail in my oath." From the electric hum that was running subvocally around me, there was no doubt I was making a big hit.
"Each man," said the skull-hooded figure on the right, "has one act he is afraid to tell others. Each man, in his life, has done something so base and horrid that he attempts to cast it from his mind. Speak to us of that act, Edward Downing, show us how animal and destructive you have been. Tell us of something that has shocked you, has made you marvel at the savage beast that lives inside of you. Before us all and in the name of deSade, speak to us of Hell."
My mind flashed cold. This was something I hadn't expected. The figure was right, there was something I had done that had shocked me to the point I refused to accept it. A memory from Nam, it was even worse than the chick I had raped and kolled. It was the act that made me get out while I still had a mind left, a scene so ugly that my belly went numb at the thought of it. They wanted to hear it, by God then they would! My throat went dry as I started to talk.
"While in Viet Nam, I did many things most men would find repulsive and that deSade would have found enjoyable. There is, within the long list of things I did, one event which has shocked me as I have thought about it. Of all the things I have done, this is the one that has brought me closest to Hell.
"We were in a small village, six of us, when the V.C. began to fire on us. In Nam, it is impossible to tell who is the V.C. and who isn't. We returned fire, shooting at everything we saw. Women, children, it didn't matter, we were used to that aspect of war. After we had killed perhaps twenty or thirty people, we never went back to count, we spotted the V.C. team that had fired upon us. They were dressed in black, baggy suits and we mowed most of them down with rifle fire. Two buddies of mine and I went after three of them wo took off for the bush.
"One I shot while he was running, my M-16 ripping into his back and throwing his guts over the greenery. My buddy caught the second on and laid him open with his bayonet, one rapid swipe with the sharp blade was all it took. The fucking gook stood there and tried to push his insides back through the large wound that ran across the front of his belly. He didn't make it.
I caught the third one. This V.C. was female, nothing new. However, I had seen her shoot one of my buddies, and for all I knew, she might have killed him. I was sure she had killed at least one person I knew, that's something you can always count on when you grab a gook in the bush. If he hasn't killed someone you know, he's tried to. Any case, people like that deserve what they get. Playing war means you take a chance on being killed. When it happens, well, you've had warning.
"My two buddies tied the slant eyed cunt up and raped her. That was standard and didn't mean very much. Rape is a common part of war. They wanted to know if I wanted her, but I wasn't in the modd for sex. However, I told them I would kill her when they were done. I stood and smoked a cigarette while they took turns fucking her in the mouth, the ass and the cunt. In my mind I formed a plan of doing her in that really had class, the type of thing that would be talked about for a long time. Anyone can shoot a cunt in the head or slit her throat, fuck, the dumbest and most untalented bastard in the world could do that. I wanted to give this gook a real send off, something that would let her know how fucking little I thought of her.
"My buddies finished with her and split back to the village. I walked over and ground the tip of my smoke out on her tit. She opened her eyes and started to scream but my boot was in her mouth before anything came out of her lungs. Her hands were already tied, so I didn't have to bother with that. With the butt of my rifle, I broke both her legs and the knees in such a way she couldn't get up and run. The pain was almost enough to knock her out but after I applied the flame of my lighter to her other tit, she woke up.
"I reached into my pocket and pulled out a grenade, M-3 high explosive type. I pulled the pin and dropped the handle. I had twenty seconds before it went off. Holding it up so she could see and understand, I then crammed it into her cum filled cunt and, flashing her the peace sign, ran for cover. Her cunt and guts flew all over the jungle ten seconds later."
CHAPTER SIX
There was a very dead silence throughout the hall, the type of noiseless shock that is found only when people have been strongly affected by something. My war story seemed to have gotten to them. It wasn't something I was proud of, but it seemed to be the kind of thing they were looking for. I doubted if anyone else had told a tale to the council that was quite as brutal as mine.
After a very long moment, the figure in the center spoke. "Yes, I am very sure such a tale would have pleased deSade. Really, Edward Downing, that is a most interesting story. Still, while proper in intent, your motives were those of a man in war. To fully consider you within this order, we need to know of your actions in a more sexual battleground."
The robed member to his left began to speak. "Is there anyone here who will speak for this man? Come, are there any among you who can tell of his talents as a lover? Who can attest his feelings are not confined to the killing of those who would kill him?"
From the side, a figure stepped forward. "I will speak for him." I could tell from the voice it was Donna, the robe hid her rather excellent shape. "He is a master with the whip, a madman of sensual desire who has used every part of my body freely. He is brutal and cruel and thinks only of his own release. Many times, he has bound me hand and foot and after taking his passion in my anus, forced me to clean him with my mouth. His evil knows no limits, the only rules he follows are those of his own liking." She stepped back into the shadows.
"It would seem," said the central figure, "that you have impressed at least one of our members very strongly. In view of your statements and in view of the support offered you, it is the opinion of this High Council that you, Edward Downing, be allowed to enter the Great Contest to prove your words. Prepare him."
From behind, I was grabbed, my robe was ripped off and before I could move my arms had been chained behind my back. I stood in the center of the room naked and unable to use my arms. This seemed to be a little rough and a cold feeling was growing in my stomach. It looked like there was something more to this test than I had thought. My body tensed, ready for attack from any side.
"Edward Downing," boomed a voice into the hall, "hear now your task. You are to rape, if you can, the person who is about to step into the circle. If you are able to do so, then you will be granted membership within this order. If you fail, it will not matter to you or to us. There are no rules but those you give yourself. Have you the will to do this?"
I really wasn't sure, but no man is ever sure in combat, you just do what your body tells you. If I could make up my own rules, then the same must apply to the person I was up against. Things suddenly became very clear and real. This group played for keeps. If I didn't make the grade, I would more than likely be killed. I didn't think they put all their members through this sort of thing, this must be a reaction to my coming on so fucking strong. I had played up the part of the killer a bit too mucy, now I was getting tested to see just how far I was willing to go. In a prideful voice, I called out, "Send the cunt in, I don't need my hands to fuck her." It was an act of bravado, I just hoped it wasn't my last.
The wall of black figures moved apart and the most gross looking example of female flesh I had ever seen plowed her way toward me. She must have been at least three hundred pounds of ugly creature pushed into a package a shade taller than five feet. A massive black leather G-string set with metal studs clung tight to her cunt. There was a glazed, evil light in her eyes and drops of spit dripped from her mouth. In her hand was a very deadly looking straight razor. "Hey," she grunted in animal tones, "I'm gonna chop off your balls before you can stick your prick in me. Come here, weakling, and don't give me any trouble. All I want is your balls, if they are big enough; I'll eat them for breakfast." She moved toward me.
"I'll ram your ass to hell first, you ugly cunt." I snapped at her. Cold sweat inched down my back and ran into the crack of my ass. This insane cunt was for real. I didn't like this one bit and the idea of feeling that blade cutting into my sac was not my idea of a good time. I moved into an attack stance, hoping I was as fast as I once was. If I slipped, then it was good-bye to my balls.
As she moved closer, I could see she was the type who used her great bulk as a weapon. If she should be able to corner me, it was going to be all over. My best bet was to stay out in the center of the floor where I would have room to move. She pushed toward me like a tug boat. As she got closer, I noticed she smelled like a garbage skow.
With the fast movement found only in very fat people who know how to use their bodies effectively, she lunged at me. It was only a very fast sidestep on my part that saved my balls from being sliced by her razor. She began to turn and charge again when my right foot shot out and connected with her belly. The blow knocked her back but the fat of her gut was more than enough protection for her solar plexus. To really be effective, I was going to need to connect with her head or some other part of her that wasn't padded with six inches of yellow fat.
She recovered and came at me again. Not being able to use my hands was messing my style up. In the back of my mind, I realized it would be alright if I got my arms feee, yet at the same time I knew I was expected not to use them. As is often the case with heroes and madmen, my pride was stronger than my will to end this insane farce as quickly as possible. I would beat her with my feet or I wouldn't beat her at all.
She drew within range, globs of foaming spit dripping from the corners of her mouth. She had the look of a berzerker, a mad killer who wants only to destroy. I knew that look too well. Her hand swung out with the razor as I turned to the side and directed a strong kick toward her knee. The tip of the blade touched my hip and a small gush of blood began to flow down the side of my leg. My foot connected with her knee and something gave way. With a look of shock on her face, she started to fall. I recovered and slammed another kick into her good knee and like the first, it jerked back and then began to fold.
As she hit the stone floor, my foot plowed into her temple, a kick just powerful enough to knock her out but not to kill her. Her eyes rolled up into her skull and a low moan seeped out from her lips. Kicking the razor out of her hand, I got ready for the hard part of this bout, fucking her.
The grossness of her body was enough to turn me off under normal conditions but the pressure and the danger of the fight had aroused me. My cock was starting to jut out from my body and there was a dull throbbing in the tip. Screwing this mound of flesh wasn't going to do anything for my sex drive; I could have gained more release from a hot bathtub and a tight washrag than I could get from her. Still, I was taking something I had fought for, something, even though it was worthless to me, that I had won in combat.
I looked down at the leather cup over her crotch and was again faced with the problem of not using my hands. I dropped my head down to her foul groin and snagged the top of the G-string with my teeth. All it took was one hard pull and I was looking into the fat covered lips of her cunt. I pushed her legs apart with my own and shoved the head of my prick into her. Her cunt seemed to be filled with some sort of grease and my tool plowed in without any problem.
Keeping my eyes on her face to make sure she didn't wake up, I began to pump my hips quickly. The sooner I came, the sooner I would be free of both the chains and my gross partner. Fucking her was much like fucking a massive marshmallow, she weemed to have no bones, only endless layers of fat. It didn't matter, the friction of my own movements was more than enough to bring me to a climax.
Grunting, I could feel my juice start to flow. When it was almost all out, I pulled away from her and stood up. The rest of my seed shot out and landed on her face. She didn't move. My cock still hard, I turned toward the bench. Almost as an afterthought, my leg shot out and kicked my heavy sex partner in the head, just enough to make sure she stayed still. The action was not wasted on those who were watching me.
"See," I said loudly, "I have done as you have asked. Does not this prove my statements? I have taken my use of her, by combat and without the use of my hands. Now, have you another test or can we get down to what I came here for?"
"Indeed, you have done well and we welcome you into this Order. Prepare him for the ritual."
Hands undid the chains about my arms and a black robe was draped over my back. The gown hung open in the front and my still hard prick shot out from it. Slowly I was moved over to the side. One of the skull-masked figures stood in front of me. "Edward Downing, you have done well. Take this as a token of my esteem." He handed me a small, black whip, the kind that is useless except for hitting large dogs and slaves. I took the whip from his hand and stared directly into the human eyes that sat behind the skull's face. The eyes that looked back were very hard and cold. I began to get the idea that to wear that skull mask meant doing some very nasty things.
While I stood, the other members began to file past. As they came in front of me, each dropped to his or her knees, lifted the lower part of the hood and kissed the tip of my prick. It was some sort of ritual, I added my own little bit by touching each person with the whip while they kissed. Most of them seemed to like it.
Two of the members dragged my partner out of the room, her fat body bouncing as she was moved. I stood with the whip in my hands and sucked in cool air while the last few members put welcome kisses on the end of my cock. My entire body was feeling good and I was needing something more than a kiss to help me unwind. I had no idea how much longer the ritual crap was going to take. If things didn't get going pretty soon, I would be pulling off my second rape of the night.
The skull-clad figure walked over to me. "You have done well," he said, "you have shown that you are a man who can perform to his word. The whip you now have is a symbol of your rank, use it in wisdom. Because you have done so well, you may now choose three members of the order to your bidding for the rest of the night. Take those whom you wish and you will be shown to the special room where you may relax in any manner you so desire." A gong sounded in the hall and everyone slipped out of their robes. The hoods still hung over their faces, but the rest of their bodies were on display.
I was able to spot Donna's firm, full body with no trouble and touched her with the tip of my whip. While I could have her anytime I desired, something in my mind wanted her very much then. I also chose a dusky skinned, black chick with full, hard breasts. My third selection was a slightly built girl with rather flat boobs. My past experience with women told me she was going to be a real animal in bed, small titted cunts usually are. A man with a massive prick hanging between his legs and a tracework of fine scars on his back led us out of the hall.
We entered a small room that was painted black like the first room I had entered.'However, the walls of the room were covered with whips, chains and a great number of devices that looked like they belonged in a Chamber of Horrors. The floor was covered with deep pile carpet and there was a large bed that took up almost half of the room.
My guide turned and in a voice fit for a slave, mumbled, "Will there be anything else, Master?" He stood waiting, his cock slowly starting to rise.
Something inside of me indicated I needed to keep up my cold bastard front. Flicking him in the nuts with the end of the ship, I snapped, "Don't you ever get a hard-on arund me unless I tell you to, you weak scum! Get your ass out of here and leave me along." He stepped out the room, his entire body shaking with desire. I felt if I had hit him again he would have shot his wad on the wall. It seemed most of the members of this group were masochists, people like myself seemed to be more rare. There wasn't going to be any lack of sex in my life from this point onward.
I turned to the three girls, swinging my ship through the air like it was a sword. "Tell me," I said in the same voice I had used on green troops, "your names."
Donna, or the one whose body looked like Donna, I wouldn't be sure it was her until my prick was deep in her cunt, moved forward. "Master," she said softly, "I am called Sister Lust and your will is my command."
The colored girl spoke from behind her hood. "Master, I am known as Sister Pride and whatever you wish I shall do."
"I am called," said the thin girl, her breasts and body like that of a woman no older than fourteen, "Sister Sloth, Master, and my body and soul are yours."
I mused on the names. Three of the seven deadly sins, it was a nice touch and showed how deeply some of the members of this group took the mystical side of their Order. It seemed only natural that everyone would use a secret name at the meetings. I was sure I would be given one soon enough.
"My body demands release." I said, "let the three of you take care of the fires that burn within my groin."
None of them moved. It seemed it was going to take something more than just a command to get them to do what I wanted. The tip of my whip flashed out and touched the black girl's left breast. "You, cunt, unless you want your tits ripped to hamburger, get down on your knees and suck my cock." The whip flashed out for a second time and caught her other boob. She dropped to her knees, pulled up the hood of her mask and wrapped her large, soft lips around the head of my tool. I could feel her velvet tongue start to rub the throbbing flesh.
My eyes turned toward the thin one. "You," I snapped as the handle of my whip poked into her cunt. "Get behind me and eat out my asshole. Do a good job or I'll tear your cunt from your thin hips and trow it away." I poked again, this time the hard handle pushed past the lips and slid about an inch up her box. She gave a small groan, twisted free and walked around behind me. I could feel warm breath touching my crack and felt her fingers slowly pull apart of the flesh of my cheeks. Her tongue slowly began to explore the outer edges of my anus.
Donna stood in front of me, the points of her tits sticking up hard. I knew it was Donna, her voice had told me that much. I also knew she really wanted to be degraded, to be hurt by me in a way I had never hurt her before. PAIN AND SHAME WERE THE ONLY WAYS THAT Donna could feel anything, she needed to be knocked down and shit upon before she could enjoy the more conventional forms of sex. With a coldness in my eyes, I growled at her, "You, Sister Lust, go lay down on the bed."
"But don't ... yes, Master as you command." She was a little shocked that I wasn't going to make her suck my balls, the only part of my lower body that was in need of attention. Like a good but not very willing slave she walked over to the bed and lay down.
"Alright, whore, finger fuck yourself while I watch." The words shot out of my mouth like a razor's edge. Her body seemed to shake a bit with shock and then her hands slowly began to pull at the flesh of her cunt.
"Cram your fingers in, dammit, don't just fool around with your clit. Reach up in that cunt like you were trying to pull your guts out. Come on, bitch, let's see you react!"
First one finger and then two worked up inside of her. I knew Donna would be crying under her mask. Masturbation was something she hated, an act she had told me she couldn't stand. Making her do it would fill her with more pain than a night's whipping. Part of me, the part that really dug her as a human being, didn't care for what I was doing. It didn't matter. Donna would end up loving me all the more for being such a prick. The worse I could make her feel, the more she wanted me.
With lips on my prick and a tongue up my asshole, waves of sensation jumped along my nerves. The body of my whip kept hitting my cocksucker on the back. Each time I connected, she put a little more power into her mouth, a little more action into her tongue. When I had her worked up to the proper point, she seemed like the type who would suck until my balls turned to mush and dripped out my cock in one last try at an orgasm. There was a lot of education in her mouth, she was the kind who really did enjoy feeling a long tube of male flesh throbbing on her gums.
Putting my arm behind me, I grabbed my thin partner by the back of the head and forced her face deeper between the cheeks of my ass. Every five seconds, I would lessen my grasp to let her breathe. She had a very long tongue, the type that was thin and hard. I was rough with her and from the way she licked my hole, I knew she wanted it that way.
Cum began to pour from the end of my prick and the black girl went mad. For an entire minute, she sucked me like her very life depended on it. I rapped my whip along her back, each stroke sending thrills through her deep brown body. Hands tugged at my balls and milked them with a loving touch. Sweat dripped off my chest and my legs and I could see Donna was still giving her box a finger job.
As soon as the last few drops of my load had been sucked into her mouth, I pushed her away with my knee. Hitting the inside of her legs with the whip, I snapped at her. "You stupid, nigger whore, where di you learn to suck? Hell, I've had better blow-jobs in back alleys than what I got from you!" The whip lashed out again and I saw the inside of her legs were wet from her own juice. She had cum while sucking me. Each time I hit her, more fluid shot out of her box.
Pushing the other girl away from my now clean and wet ass, I walked to the center of the room and looked at the three. Donna was still on the bed, her fingers jabbing in and out of her cunt. The other two lay on the floor, wet spots on their faces and between their legs. "Get on the bed," they both jumped quickly and moved toward it, "and finger yourselves out. None of you are going to be able to turn me on until you are so fired up from your own hands, you can't stand it. Get busy, I want to see those fingers pushing deep into cunts." I walked toward the bed, the whip ready in my hands. Before this night was over, there would be three masochistic females who would do anything I asked. While they fingered themselves, I started beating them with the whip. They all groaned in joy:
CHAPTER SEVEN
Three weeks had passed since my joining the Order of Saint deSade. During that time, I had been exposed to more sex and secual conditions than I had in years. My bed was never empty now and the feelings that had been set free by my soon-to-be-ex-wife were no longer eating at my gut. A freshness of life seemed to be running through my body and every second seemed a little better than the last.
I sat alone in my apartment, sipping a drink and thinking about the last few weeks. No matter how I looked at what went on in the Order, I always ended up looking at it as a game. The trip with robes and secret names, the use of passwords and ritual were all part of a complex world of make believe to me. Even the use of pain and violence wasn't that real to my mind. While I found there were certain thrills and kicks to sex with a whip, to having women want me to beat them into doing things, that wasn't the main thrill for me. My kicks came, very simply, from getting sucked and fucking. I didn't mind the violence, it was interesting, but I didn't need it to screw. My prick would get just as hard looking at a nude body as it would when I went to the trouble of hitting it with a whip. Sex was the main thing for me and I was in a group where there was more than enough sex to go around.
I still saw Donna a great deal, but now we did things with three or four other people, small orgies in her apartment. The other members were always female. I didn't feel like sharing my harem with another man and there was no desire to fuck some guy in the ass.
That was odd in a way. Most of the men in the Order were bi-sexual, many of them favoring the passive role. The thought of another man going down on me or wanting me to shove my cock up his anus held no excitement for me at all. When I was younger, I had tried a few things with guys, even sucked off a friend of mine but I wouldn't let him cum in my mouth. It hadn't turned me on then and now that I was older, it had even less effect. Sex wasn't sex unless it was with a woman, as far as I was concerned. While I might kick the shit out of some guy if he wanted me to, that was as far as I wanted to go. My prick was reserved for females.
Part of my mind questioned my logic. After all, an asshole is an asshole, a mouth is a mouth and gender has nothing to do with it. If I was willing to fuck a chick in the ass, then why not a man? Since I enjoyed getting blown off, why bother with the sex of the mouth's owner. There seemed to be no logical reason why the tongue of a man and the tongue of a woman should be that different when rubbing the tip of my shaft. Still, it was something that for some reason just didn't seem right to me. There was no desire for a homosexual relationship, even a passing, faceless one in an orgy. All I wanted was women.
In a way, I was concerned with the ease by which I had taken the sadistic role. While it failed to do that much for me sexually, huring others seemed ta very natural thing. Without a second thought, I was able to hit and hurt and not even worry about it. I had become an expert at degrading others, ripping them apart with my words. A lot of it stemmed from my back ground and training in the service, a lot of it didn't.
Some deep soul searching had been taking place in my mind. For many years, I had lived with a strong streak of violence, a part of myself that offered to be very deadly if not kept under control. More than a desire to cause suffering, it was a deep need to get things done without any problems. From a very early age, I had been abrupt, curt and often plain nasty when it came to getting something done. It didn't make for many friends, but it did gain me a hell of a lot of respect.
There was another factor that played into my actions. I was basically a cold person. What emotions I had were kept under tight control and were let out only during a safe period, a time when I didn't need to worry about being attacked. I only felt the emotions I wanted to feel, everything else was pushed out of my mind.
With that sort of make up, it was no surprise to me when the Army gave me a chance to join the PAT section. When killing doesn't mean anything, it is very easy to kill. The people I went after knew the chances they had taken. Bricking people was a job, something I did and tried not to think about. Hurting people was the same sort of thing. It really didn't matter to me if I hurt them or not, I didn't care.
I sipped my drink and looked at my watch. In a few minutes, I was going to have to leave for Donna's. She had invited some of her frineds over for the night and it offered to be an interesting time. The black girl and the thin girl were going to be there and this time I didn't have to worry about the ritual bullshit. It was going to be a case of fight and fuck.
In the past week, I had realized what a really selfish bastard I was. The feelings of my partners didn't matter that much so long as I got what I wanted. Doing things for them was how I got them to do things for me. Hell, they were just as selfish as me, only I didn't know if they knew it.
Life, I had mused on for the the millionth time or so, was a very funny trip.
Getting into the car, I thought about Sue. She hadn't called since bitching to me about a divorce. She had contacted my lawyer and had a lawyer of her own. She wasn't going to contest the case-if I wanted out she wouldn't stop me. I didn't trust that and had told my lawyer to watch out for some shit from her along the way. Sue wasn't the type to give up without really getting nasty about it. More shit would be coming form her, that was for sure.
While I drove, I let my mind sink back to when I had first met her. She had turned me on in some strange way that I still didn't understand. Sex with her had been fantastic and her body was a well trained machine for getting my rocks off. I was very attracted to her, not only in a physical sense, but on a mental level. She was, I could sense, a very daring person in her own way. She liked danger, had gotten a thrill out of doing things that were a little insane.
We meshed together; we functioned as a team. That was the main reason I asked her to marry me, I dug on the idea of spending the next few years with a chick who was really on to life. I didn't love her then, not even when we took off to Reno and got married. Love is something I'm not sure of-I dug her and that was about all I could say.
If she hadn't turned out to be such a cunt, I could have really enjoyed life with her. There were a lot of things the two of us could have done, fun things that it takes a special type of person to understand and share. That, however, was something in the past and din't matter to me any longer. The trip I was getting into was something just as exciting and perhaps even a bit more enjoyable than being married to Sue. In a way, it looked like I would never really find out.
I pushed my car through the mass of traffic on the freeway and found myself disgusted with life in California. It was a hell-hole, a collection of smog, taxes and bullshit politics. It just wasn't California that pissed me off, it wasn't being in the States; I would have felt that way in any urban area. I still needed the freedom of the bush, the power to guide my own life with as little bullshit as possible. That couldn't be done living in the city, it was something I was going to have to cope with until I found some way to get out.
Once off the freeway, it was only a few minutes drive to Donna's. My prick began to throb at the thought, and as I got closer, I felt myself getting harder. There would be at least three, maybe more, women there tonight, all waiting for my cock and my whip. Those cunts almost worshipped me; I could do no wrong so long as I made them hurt. After three weeks, I had built up a steady stable of cunt, with Donna as the number one hunk of ass in my line. She seemed to flow into the part, was more than happy to line up other women for me to screw along with her. She still said she loved me and while I couldn't say the same to her, I made good use of her love.
Unlocking the door with the key Donna had given me, I walked into the apartment. Five sets of female eyes looked at me. Beside Donna and the two girls I had taken my night of joining the Order, there were two there that I didn't recognize without their hoods. As soon as they were stripped, I would know them.
They were sitting around smoking grass when I came in. Drugs, I had found out, played a very important part in many of the group's rituals. Most of the members used grass and acid during the orgies to make their feelings more intense. A few of the members had connections for such things as opium and ghee, an Indian form of Hash. One of the girls offered me a hit off the number and I took it, the pine-like smoke going deep into my lungs.
Drugs were nothing new to me. There were many times in Nam when entire months of my life were viewed through a pot filled pipe. Smoking dope was something to do and made the entire mess seem a little less difficult to cope with. I had never gotten strung out on shit like some of my buddies: there were a lot of the guys I knew who were hooked tight on heroin. That sort of junk never did anything for me, but a little grass was something I dug.
Donna walked over and hugged me. To someone who didn't know what was going on, the entire scene would have looked like a girl's boyfriend dropping by when she has some of the girls from the office over. When we were not at the meetings, when it was going to be nothing more than a casual orgy at her place, we played by different rules.
The game that seemed to be most popular with Donna and her friends was a thing she called, "Director." We would pretend we were shooting a dirty movie and the girls had to do what I told them to. I would direct scenes and use my whip to make sure that everyone did their part. When the scene was fully set, then I'd slip out of my clothing and become the leading man. While it wasn't as intense as the meetings, it was fun.
I gave Donna a kiss and pinched her left boob with my finger and thumb. She gave me a fake look of shock and turned around. While the other girls there couldn't see it, when she turned, she cupped my cock for an instant as a greeting. She walked back to the couch and I walked with her.
"Ed, I'd like you to meet," she looked toward the two new girls, "Paula and Carol. Both girls are very interested in being in your movie."
I looked at both of them. Paula was a dark-haired chick with a slight hardness to her face. Her body seemed to be full enough and I found myself wondering if her asshole was going to be tight. Most of the females I had been with in the last few weeks had really gone for the anal approach to sex but most of them had also been rather well used. I was getting horny for a tight anus for a change. I smiled at Paula and shifted my eyes to Carol.
Her hair was a rusty amber and fell down her back in loose waves. She was tall and a bit on the thin side. Her breasts pointed out and up and her hips looked like they were very useful items. Turning my eyes back to Donna, I could feel a cool, excited thrill running up my prick. Carol was going to be something very interesting and I wanted to poke my tool into her cunt before the night was over.
"Very good," I told the group, getting into my directorial role, "I think both girls will do fine. Now, why don't we get things ready? We shouldn't waste any more time."
The chairs and couch were pulled out of the way and Donna walked into the room with my director's chair. It was a folding thing made out of canvas, the type people think of being used by a film director and in reality never is. With the chair came my whip, the same short crop I had first used on Donna. I sat down in the chair and had the girls line up in front.
"Alright," there was a crispness in my voice, "here is the scene. Carol, you will be standing in the room. You have just gotten home from work and you are tired. I want you to start taking your clothes off as if you were getting ready for a bath.
"Now, the rest of you are in the next room, already nude. Carol doesn't know about you. All of you are part of a gang of lesbians, mad females who are lusting after Carol's body. When I give the word, I want you to rush into the room and grab her. Now, we'll dub the sound in later, so I want you to listen to my directions while you're on the set and we're shooting.
"Alright, God damnit, get to your places!"
The girls went out of the room, Carol stood in the middle of the rug and looked at me. "What if," she said softly, "I don't want to play the part? What will you do if I walk off the set?" She gave a small smile, the cold bitchy type of smile that women with red hair seem to be born with.
Before she could react, I had bounced out of my chair and slapped her across the face. I grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her. "Listen, cunt," I could see she was really hurting, "if you don't do as I tell you, I'll whip the shit out of your pale hide. You've got to play the game my way or you don't get to play. No bullshit, understand? I've got my whip and if I don't like what you're doing, you'll know it. Now start stripping and don't try anything stupid." There was a look of submission in her eyes. Now that she knew I wasn't going to play around, she was more willing to do what I wanted.
I walked back to my chair and a bit of insight flashed through my mind. The entire world was filled with masochists, even people who thought themselves as sadists were only masochists looking for someone to hurt them. The only way anything ever got done was through pain. Everybody had to hurt in order to live, nobody was an exception. Part of my mind thought the idea was very funny, that was the part that knew it was true.
Carol began to slip out of her clothing, in a slow and rather sensual way. She wasn't undressing for a bath, she was stripping to turn me on. I watched as her bare flesh came to light and noticed she really did have amber hair. The small patch between her legs was the same rust color as that on her head. It was as if she had a cast iron cunt that dripped rust instead of cum. Her tits were small but solid and stood up without any help from a bra. She was almost totally stripped when I told the others to come in.
Four nude women moved in on Carol and grabbed her. I noticed Donna had some rope with her. That was good, tying Carol down would make fucking her all the more fun.
"Alright you fucking dykes, let's see some action." I said, my whip touching pale asses. "Hold her down. Come on, you want to rape her. That's it, get her hands and feet. Good, now pull her feet apart. You, blondie," I said to the thin chick that had licked my asshole three weeks before, "stick your face in her cunt and start eating her out."
The blonde girl gave me a look of fear; I knew she had never done anything to another woman before. I hit her across the back with the crop and she slowly dropped her face down to Carol's carrot colored bush. With my foot, I softly kicked the back of her head and slammed her face into the box. Carol gave a muffled yell.
"The rest of you," I commanded, "start playing with her tits, kissing her body. Come on, let's see you act like a bunch of dykes, not girl scouts playing at sex. Shit, can't you whores do anything right! Fuck, you are the dumbest bunch of cock-suckers I've ever worked with. Can't even eat cunt without help. Shit."
The riding crop hit out and connected with skin. I really didn't care who or where I hit, just so long as there was that steady sound of leather hitting flesh. Groans and small cries were all around me, my prick was throbbing and it was time I got into the act.
I stepped back and took a look at the scene. Carol was being held down while the blonde continued to eat her out. From the look on Carol's face, she was digging the action. She tried to get free, small trails of sweat starting to form on her body. I took off my own clothing and holding only the crop, walked back over to the mass of women.
"What's this?" I demanded, "Did I tell you girls you could have sex when I wasn't here? Stupid cunts, you are all going to get punished for this!"
Looks of fear filled their faces as I started in to whip them. The crop came down hard on skin, leaving red wels that would take hours to fade. These girls like to be really hit, it wasn't playing. Often when I went home, my arm muscles were sore from use. I whipped them for real, being earful only not to hit the face or the eyes. The rest of their body was my target.
I looked down into Carol's pink box, still being held open by the other girls. Grabbing the thin blonde by the hair, I jerked her back and told her to stick her face in my ass while I took care of the cunt she had been eating in the proper manner. Feeling her lips pushing in between my cheeks, I looked down at Carol. "Hey bitch, feel this?" I poked part of the crop into her cunt. "How does it feel?"
"It hurts," she moaned, "it fucking hurts!"
"That's nothing, wait 'til you feel my cock.
This is just a riding crop-my prick will really make you cry out."
"Don't, oh please don't fuck me. I don't like it, it hurts too much!" There were tears in her eyes. "I can't stand being screwed, oh, please don't."
She cried out as I pushed into her. She was tight, I could tell she hadn't fucked that much. Still, she knew she stood a good chance of getting screwed when she came here. Donna always fills the girls in on what to expect from me. If she didn't care for cock, She should have gone somewhere else.
"Oh mother fucker," she yelped, "Christ! Take that thing out, arrh, I can't take it! Hurts! Hurts!"
"Tough shit, baby," I said as I slapped her across the face, "You asked for it." I continued to hump, knowing she would be only the first of what might be five different pices of ass tonight. I hoped my balls would be up to it, the pace of the last week had been very strong. I reached out for a torso next to me, it was covered with deep brown skin. Pulling her close to me, I pushed my face into the black hair in the dark vee between her legs and began to chew. Warmth covered my face as my cock drove deeper into Carol's tight and jerking snatch. Behind me, a tongue was getting me cleaner than double ply tissue ever could.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Ed," Donna's voice was soft in the darkness of her bed, "it was a good evening, even if Carol did get upset over you balling her. She's a strange girl, I've never been able to fully understand her."
"Baby, it is impossible for one human being to ever fully understand another." I flexed my sore muscles. The workout of the night had taken a toll on me; I felt very tired. Each girl had gotten fucked at least once by me and my balls were letting me know that cumming five times in one night was a little rough on them. I had reached the point where I couldn't help but notice my body was starting to wear out. It would take it a long time, even at the pace I was going, but it was still running down. In ten or twenty years, I would really notice it, the not being able to get a hard-on when I wanted, not being able to hold back my own climax as long. It was all part of the human process, everybody keeps getting old until they die.
I thought about the activities of the night. After taking on Carol, my prick had ended up Paula's very nice and very tight asshole. Like her friend, she had moaned at being screwed and she was so tight, there was a good chance I had been the first man to enter her anus. Carol and Paula were, it turned out, lovers. Like many lesbians, they shared an interest in bondage and being dominated. While both girls had known there was a chance they would be fucked, they really hadn't counted on it.
It had taken some rather strong blows with the crop to keep them in line and at one point, I thought I might have to break Carol's neck to get her to suck me. She really hadn't wanted to have me cum in her mouth, had no real desire to let me fuck her between the lips. There was nothing else I could do; she had to be forced into it. I had enough understanding of leadership to know the second I relented with one person, it was all over. Being strong, being able to force them to do things was what the girls wanted from me. The second I failed to be what they wanted, somebody else would be found to take my place.
Donna's hand snaked out in the dark and touched my sore organ. Like a mother touching a newborn child, she softly stroked my raw member. I knew she didn't want sex, she had been given more than enough to keep her happy before we went to bed. She was trying to be tender, touching my prick was a sign of affection.
"Honey," there was an undercurrent of need in her voice, "I love you. I love you so much, Ed. In these past few days, I've gotten so deep in you. You're so wonderful, baby, so very wonderful."
Feeling her need, part of me wanted to answer her, to tell her what she wanted to hear. But it would have been a lie, I didn't love her. Donna was a good person, great in bed and warm to be around, but that isn't love. I pulled her close to me and remained silent.
"Ed, do you love me?" The urgent need in her voice was stronger.
"Donna, I don't want to hurt you. Please don't press me on that topic. Look, I'm still trying to get over the burn Sue pulled on me. Don't ask me to push things. Please, just enjoy what we've got, all right? If it grows into something more, all the better."
"I need to know, Ed, I really do. I don't think I could stand feeling you didn't care. You mean so fucking much to me, damnit, I've never felt this way about anyone."
"Don't push me, cunt!" I snapped out at her, falling back into my role as the nasty sonofabitch. "I'll give you my answer when I'm fucking ready." I turned away from her and closed my eyes. Sleep drifted over me as I listened to her soft crying. Inside, I felt a little bit like cold shit.
The next morning, everything was right between us again. In a way, I wanted to tell her I was sorry, but it would have done more harm than good. She had pulled her emotions back into their shell and we were back to being friends and bed partners. For the time being, that's how I wanted it-emotions would only have fucked up our relationship.
She woke me up with a blow-job, something she had never done before. As my eyes were coming open, for a slight instant I thought I was in bed with Sue. There was a certain sameness to their lips, to the style both girls used orally that I hadn't noticed before. In any case, it was an excellent way to wake up.
Sucking morning air into my lungs, I could feel my rocks ready to shoot. I had been awake for perhaps a minute when my first load of the day went up my tube and into her mouth.
Cumming when you first wake up is better than taking a cold shower. My entire body seemed to sing as fluid flowed in her. The savage throbbing of my cock spread to my entire body. I felt alive, awake and ready to take on the world. It was going to be a good day, a day with nothing to do but lay around and fuck. The best way I know to spend a Saturday.
We spent the entire day playing around. In a way, our day was what most people think other people's honeymoons were like. We didn't bother to dress, it would have wasted too much time. The entire day was devoted to sex, in any way and style. For once, Donna didn't seem to need the whip or getting her hands tied. Something in the back of my mind pointed out that I had whipped and tied her more than enough the night before. My not being able to tell her I cared must have slammed hard at her emotions. Perhaps her willingness for sex now had something to do with that slam.
When she finished blowing me, we got up and headed for the shower. By the time we got out, I was ready for her. My prick was pounding with desire and energy flowed through me. I took her on the floor of the bathroom, laying her down on the cold tile and slipping in. It was good, there was a certain excitement about it that made me revel in my own lustful nature.
The rest of the day was spent in fucking whenever we felt like it. While she was in the kitchen, bending over to get a bowel, I slipped up behind and pushed the head of my cock into her cunt. She dropped the bowl and took a step back, pushing her cunt down around my prick. Grabbing a chair for support, she stood while I pulled in and out of her. Fluid gushed out of her box and ran down the inner part of her legs and onto the floor. My fingers raked her back and I dropped my hands under her to play with the two large tits I found there. I came with a wild groan of pleasure and almost fell from the impact.
That night as we lay in bed, our bodies sore and stained, she pulled close to me. The heavy scent of sex was strong in the room, both my essence and hers. No part of her apartment had escaped our erotic explorations, no part of her body ahd been ignored by my shaft. Her tongue inched into my ear and for a second she held me very tightly. I thought she wanted to say something, but instead she relaxed and went to sleep in my arms.
Sunday morning I left before she woke up. There had been no real reason to stop her dreaming, she knew I couldn't spend the day with her. Placing a soft kiss on her forehead, I went out to my car and drove off.
My first stop was the gym, the only gym I knew of in L.A. that wasn't overloaded with fags. This was a place where a man could take a steam bath and not have to worry about feeling a pair of lips with a moustache slip over the head of his prick. That sort of thing is all right if you happen to dig it. However, I go to a gym to work out, not to get worked off.
After doing a couple of laps in the pool, I made for the steam room and let the wet heat sink into my body. A steambath is the best known cure for damn near anything from a hang-over to the pains and soreness of too much sex. Filling my lungs with the moist heat, I relaxed and started building my strength for what I hoped would happen during the evening.
It was about seven in the evening when I pulled up in front of Karen's house. After a steam bath, a nap and a good steak, I felt relaxed and ready for anything she had to offer. From the one sample I had gotten of her talents at a meeting of the Order, I felt that Karen would be able to do a great deal for me. I rang the door bell.
I had never seen her without her hood, but she had the kind of face I expected. Karen was the type of girl who looked like a hippie no matter how she dressed. She had long straight hair and eyes that seemed to be glowing with some hidden power. Her body was trim, a bit on the lanky side and she sported one of the most perfect set of breasts I had ever seen. After I had balled her at one of the meetings, she had given me her phone number and told me to call. We had made a date for Sunday night.
Walking into her house, I caught the strong scent of money. The entire place was done in deep carpets and the walls were covered with rich Eastern hangings. The effect was very plush, very rich and very, very hip. Rock was coming out of the stereo and the room was filled with the soft smell of incense.
I sat down, letting my eyes explore her face as my hands had already mapped her body. There was a vivid strangeness to her entire being and I snesed she was a member who went more for the mystical aspects of the group than the sexual ones. That didn't stop my prick from doing a small dance in my groin as I thought about feeling her body under mine again.
"This is very nice," I said, "a very lovely place."
"I manage." She spoke with a casual tone that showed she was very sure of her place in the Universe. "It isn't much, but I like it."
"Karen," I didn't care to call her by her name in the Order, Sister Eroca. "I've been looking forward to this. There is a something about you that I sensed last time we were together, a deepness I want to explore."
She puffed on a thin cigarette, looking at me with her dark eyes. "I hope," she said with a smile, "that you aren't talking so much about the deepness between my legs? Look Ed, let's be up front. There may be some sex between us before you leave, but that isn't the main reason I asked you here. Before we do anything carnal, I want to talk."
"Alright," I said, pulling a cigarette of my own out of its pack. "I think that is a good idea. In the past few weeks, I really haven't been able to talk deeply about the Order. Maybe now I can."
"Good, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. You are a very strange man, Mr. Downing, unlike most I've met. You are violent, a confessed killer, given, I think, to deep pride and driven very strongly by your desires for pleasure."
"Right on." I blew a smoke ring. "My own shrink couldn't have said it better."
"However," she continued, "while you have many traits that even deSade would have respected, I don't feel you are taking all of this in a serious light. Somehow I get the feeling that you don't really care to get into the more symbolic aspects of what is being done. You know, I think there is more reason to the Order than just sex."
"Yeah," I crushed out my cigarette, "but I haven't had anyone really spell it out for me. For myself, I know I worship an animal type god I can feel rise up in me from time to time. However, I don't think that wild beast of mine is really where some people in the group have their heads. I am a savage animal and I like being that way. For the most part,, my outlook toward the Universe is that of a savage beast."
"The animal aspect is very important, it is the basic point where we all start. However, Ed, there is something more, much more. Not only is there an animal in you, there is also a God, a being able to make his own rules and control his own fate. I think you can become tuned in to your godself, to feel the power that comes from being able to do anything you want."
"So how do I plug in to this data, Karen, where's the slot? Let me warn you, I only know what I experience and sometimes even that can be false. I've very little faith in faith. If I'm going to believe something, I've got to be sure of it. Metaphysics has always been a lot of bullshit to me and it is going to take a lot for me to accept what you are saying."
"Fair enough," she gave a smile that promised some later proof in a more earthly, carnal area soon, "mostly I just want to rap with you and find out where your head is at. Now, see if you can dig this: a man is closest to his godself when he has an orgasm. The more intense the climax, the closer to the higher self. If a man could maintain his orgasm for a full minute, for an hour, or even for a year, he would be much more of a god than most ever dream of. To unlease and sustain that power, that force, takes a lot of man. Do you think you are man enough to try and be a god?"
She had an interesting outlook and it was a hell of a way to ask if I wanted to fuck with her. "I'm willing," I looked deeply in her eyes, "to find out. I'm not really going to know until I try."
She stood up and in a single, smooth move slipped out of her caftan and stood nude in front of me. "Come with me," her tone was both begging and commanding, "and we will find out if you are truly worthy of being worshipped. If your godself is strong enough, then I shall worship you until I find a stranger god. If your power is a lie, then perhaps we can find some mutual enjoyment in each other's body."
I walked with her to the bedroom. Like the living room, it was heavly draped in Eastern rugs and the scent of burning incense was strong. She sat down on the bed and from the way it moved, I could tell it was a water filled mattress. "Take off your clothes and join me. We will make love now to clean your body for the ritual. It is important that all the old semen has been removed from your organs."
I didn't tell her that any fluid she found in my organ would be new, she seemed to need this first bout for herself as much as for any metaphysical motives toward me. Stripping, I dropped my clothing on the floor and moved onto the bed.
Karen's hand wrapped around my stiff rod and began to rub. "You are very strong," her voice had a distance to it, "I felt that strength when we joined at the meeting. Blood, hot blood has filled your shaft, fill me with it. Let us fuck like animals, beasts with nothing else to do. Show me what sort of creature lives in your balls, Ed, let me feel the savage essence of your being." Her hand drew tight and she leaned back on the bed.
Movement on a waterbed is different than what I was used to. It took a moment to learn how to move on the thing. It was a very strange feeling, almost like falling. Feeling the water moving under me, I slowly pulled myself in between Karen's legs, her hand guided my prick toward her soft box.
She wanted an animal, a beast of pure lust to take her. Letting my inner filters down, I relaxed the modern part of my mind and gave way to the savage, basic part of me that wanted only to fuck, sleep and eat. With a low growl, I grabbed onto her neck with my teeth. Pure animal passion began to pump through me, a force that grew stronger each second. I jerked her hand away from my cock and pinned both of them above her head. An animal doesn't take chances when it comes to sex, he makes sure his mate can't fight him during the act.
A look of shock began to creep into her face as I began to handle her body in a savage and selfish manner. Pushing her legs apart with my own, my rod tore into her box, hard and forceful. My mind was filled with one desire, getting release. Nothing else mattered, I didn't care if I hurt her or not, so long as I could cum. Humping like a dog, I plowed myself deep into the valley of her body. She groaned, a soft and muted cry that flowed into my ear.
The water bed increased the force of my stroke, bouncing me back for every time I bounced on her. I was no longer a man but a rutting wolf, stabbing his mate. My teeth sank deeply into the flesh of her neck and the salty taste of blood dripped into my mouth. The red essence gave a boost to my desire and my body pounded hers with total abandon. An unhuman sound dripped from my lips as I moved closer to releasing my load.
"Ohhhhhh" she moaned, her body a toy for my needs, "so strong ... so very hard and strong ... take me ... destroy me ... ohhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAhhhh GOD ... GOD! GOD!" She jerked, her movements setting free a tidal wave on the bed. We rocked back and forth, pushed and moved by the fluid under us, moving closer to the fluids that would gush from us.
I came, feeling my entire body scream with the joy of release. For one second, I understood her talk about God and orgasm. In that single, electric instant I moved free of the earth and my body. My spirit sailed wild into the blackness of space and I saw myself from a billion miles away. Rivers of melted iron seemed to be flowing from my cock. The scent of freshly killed meat was strong in my nose and my ears heard the ultrasonic murmer of a million year old passion. In that endless interval, I was the first creature to fall from the trees and live in a cave while feeling sexual blood lust, a force so far beyond those simple, animal origins that I understood the meaning of all creation. As it had done before, the feeling hung in my mind, total and perfect and then began to fade before I could attempt to understand it.
With a grunt, my body fell on top of hers and there was no motion save the rocking of the water that supported us. I was drained by the impact of my climax, wrung limp of passion and desire. Part of me felt cheated, robbed because the sensation was gone. It was as if I had been almost ready to touch something very wonderful and had been pulled away before I could make contact. At the same time, I joyed in what I had felt, reveled in the moist storm of my desires.
Pulling away from Karen, I saw her body was still quivering. Her groin was sopping wet, from my fluids and her own. She sucked in air between tight, white teeth and her hands were drawn into fists. Slowly she began to move, to allow her muscles to relax.
"Holy God," she said half to herself and half to me, "that beast of yours is real. I could feel it, alive and deadly. Oh God, Ed, you don't know what this has done to me. You have it, it isn't something I can give you."
"What ... what do you mean?" I groped out for my pack of cigarettes.
"The godself, the being we talked about." Her eyes were glazed, "You have it. It is that animal, that mad creature running through your cock. I thought you would have an animal like other men, something small and rat-like, wanting only to gain release and run. But no, you have some sort of great killer beast in you, a thing that is a god by its own right. Much stronger than the gods I've known, something very basic and organic." She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of worship and submission. "I am yours, Master, do with me what you will."
CHAPTER NINE
Life was going very well for me and I was happy. It had now been two months since I had joined the Order and life was more relaxed and calm than it had been in years. My sexual pace had slowed a bit, now it was mostly Donna and Karen with some outside tail once or twice a week. Plus, there were the meetings and rituals where I was able to get more than enough of anything I happened to want at the time.
An interesting relationship had developed between myself and Donna and Karen. They both knew each other, very, very well. They also knew about me. It didn't seem to bother them, they both understood that each gave me something the other couldn't. Donna was soft, loving and gave me the mindless devotion I wanted. Karen, on the other hand, was mystical, deep and offered me a form of worship that sent thrills up and down my spine. There were times when I needed what she could give and times when Donna was able to take care of me.
We had tried a three way, myself and the two girls but it had failed to click. There was too much difference between the two; they couldn't function together. Part of my time was spent at Donna's and part at Karen's. There seemed to be no real problems that way.
From time to time, I would have a little something with one of the other girls from the group. I was something in demand as a lover, a fact that cheered me to no end. Also, at times I felt the need for certain styles of sensation that my regular girls couldn't supply. Not that they didn't try, they were willing to do anything I asked. It was more a lack of talent than anything else.
I do enjoy getting -rimmed; there is something very sensual about letting a chick lick my asshole. While Donna had some talent at it and Karen had given it a good try, they couldn't compare with Dana, the thin blonde who did it so well. For any other form of sex, Dana was a failure, no talent at all. She was insipid to screw and her attempts at sucking cock were almost shameful, masturbation would have been better. Still, let her put her lips to your ass, and a whole new world opened up.
Her tongue was a moving, sensual thing that would poke and probe into every spot of the anus. Like some erotic anteater, she would unroll her tongue and send it searching up my hole. While her actions didn't offer release, they did create excitement. With another chick to suck me off and later fuck, a three way with Dana was outstanding.
She had dropped out of my life by this time and the only way I knew she was alive was through my lawyer. One week-end while I was with Karen, Sue had gone by the apartment and picked up her things. Her key was left on the table and she hadn't bothered to leave a note. It didn't matter any longer, she had been cosigned to that part of my brain that deals with fucked but not totally forgotten females. I had even realized it might be nice, in a year or two, to look her up and screw the shit out of her for a week-end. Outside of that, I really had no desire to ever see her again.
Sitting behind the desk in my office, I marveled at how much better the entire world seemed to be. My work had improved, my mind was clearer and while I never really think about the future, my prospects seemed brighter. Most of the changes, I knew, could be traced to my membership in the Order. Not that their ritual and other bullshit was taking hold on me, I still felt the same about that. Instead, it was being in a set-up where I could vent my desires. It was being with Donna and Karen and being able to set free the things that lived inside my head. Under other conditions, had I been a different person, joining a church or living in a Singles Only apartment complex might have had the same effect.
My violence was under control, my sex life was teken care of and there really wasn't anything giving me any trouble. Until my new state of being came up with some unique problems that I couldn't solve in my normal manner, I had no real reason to change. I was a highly tuned animal, savage, but with refinements to my basic drives of eating, sleeping and fucking. My part of the Universe did what I wanted it to and there was nothing more I could hope for.
Looking at my watch, I noticed it was almost time to knock off. The last week had been a rough one at work and I was glad it was Friday. Most of the time had been spent carting around a fag writer from the East who was on the talk show route for his latest book. After three days of his trying to get his mouth into my pants, I had told him to cool it. He was part of my job and that was as far as it went. If he wanted some cock, I could get it for him, getting clients laid is standard in P.R. However, he was informed that if he continued to get on my case, I would shove a TV up his ass and watch test patterns float over his eye balls.
I got up and headed for the door. In four hours, the Order would be holding a meeting and I wanted to get some time in at the gym before then. A good steam bath would tone me up for the night's orgy. While I was now more selective, I still felt a thrill every time I thought about getting into an orgy.
Donna had taken the afternoon off so I wouldn't see her until the meeting. It didn't bother me, getting a steam and a rub down were more important than getting sucked off before the meeting. I bounced out to my car and after taking a look at the jam on the freeway, thanked some nameless god I didn't believe in for putting the gym so close to my office. Gunning the engine, I drove off in search of steam and warmth of a not very erotic nature.
My skin fresh and clean from the bath, I pulled into the driveway of the meeting place about nine o'clock. After my first meeting, I had been given instructions on how to find the place. Set up in the Hollywood Hills, it was the type of large, slightly rundown house that had been built for wild parties. Once owned by a leading star in adventure films, the house found nothing new in what now went on there. Sexual extravaganzas were not new to Hollywood, at least in the houses that set back in the hills.
Walking to the door, I knocked twice, waited a second and rapped again. That was the secret knock for this week. A small peephole opened and one pale, blue eye looked out at me. From behind the grill in the door, a deep, almost hidden voice spoke. "Who calls?"
"Master Malleus," I replied, using my Order name, the old Latin word for hammer. "Open, I bid thee by all that is unholy." There was a certain ritual that needed to be performed in order to get someone to open the door.
"Have thou the word, Master Malleus?" asked the blind voice from behind the door.
Each meeting there was a different pass word or phrase that was to be said. Sometimes it was something simple like the name, "Sodom." This week's secret message was a quote from a rather classic book about a man who sold his soul to Satan for earthly riches. Taking a deep breath, I muttered, "Faust is damned, though all the angles in Heaven weep, Faust is damned."
The door began to open, "Enter then," intoned the voice, "and pray that ye too may join good Dr. Faust in the fires of Hell."
I walked into the house and went to the dressing room where I slipped into my black robe and hood. Fully outfitted for the night's ritual, I picked up my whip and headed toward the main hall.
In the past two months, I had risen to a position of some power and respect within the order. My title was that of Master, a couple of notches above the Brothers and Sisters, but not even close to the level of the council members. Within the Order, I had the right to do anything I desired with any lower ranking member. Since most of the people in the group were classed as Brother or Sister, there were a lot of warm bodies I could vent my desires on.
The whip was my symbol, my badge of office. I hadn't fully understood all of this at first, when I had been given the whip at my first meeting it hadn't seemed that important. As time went by, however, I found out what a strong impression I had made. The giving of the whip in this group was like giving the ears, tail and horns to a bullfighter. They thought of me as being something special, a person who could do more than most of them. Because I was strong, there were few limits on my freedom.
I walked into the hall, the other members moving by to let me pass. Almost mindlessly, I lightly lashed out with my whip, touching bare flesh with the tip. No one would stand in the way of Master Malleus, no one who did not want to feel the kiss of my whip in anger at least.
There must have been close to a hundred people in the hall, far more than was usually in attendance. The word had been going around that someone special would be at this meeting, a high priestess of some sort. Whoever it was didn't really matter to me, as long as there was a decent orgy afterwards.
I looked up on the high bench at the end of the hall and saw a fourth person with the council members. Like them, she was wearing a black robe but instead of the death's head, her hood was a silver goat skull lined with red silk. From under her robe, I could make out the shape of two very firm and full breasts. At least she wasn't some old cunt who couldn't take part in things. The pace of the Order was too great for the aged to really take part in it. Most of the members, as far as I was able to tell, were somewhere under thirty-five.
The Grand Master gave a signal and a gong sounded out through the hall. A dull silence fell over everything as he stood up and looked out over the crowd. Softly he began to intone the opening ritual.
"Oh great deSade," he began, his voice like that of a priest saying mass, "Our Depraved Father who art in Hell, Painful be Thy Name."
The members repeated his words.
"Give us this day our daily Hate."
My whip, along with those of the other Masters, began to strike out at the bodies around us.
"And let us hate others as we ourselves do need to be hated."
Hot flesh jerked under the touch of my whip and low moans began to fill the hall.
"Lead us to Temptation and fill our lives with the Glory of Sin." Donna and Karen were side by side and my whip touched both of them. I could hear Donna moan.
"Protect us from the Forces of Light and Destroy us by the Power of the Great Nameless One we all adore.
"Open our bodies and souls to the million joys of earthly delights and forever Damn us to the Burning Creation of an unGodly Hell.
"Blame Us, Oh deSade, for our Crimes and give us strength to commit them again.
"For thine is the power without glory that shall shroud us in Darkness until the end of mortal Time."
Speaking louder, he called out, "Hear us, Oh deSade and give us Damnation!"
"Give us Damnation," responded a hundred voiced, "Give us Damnation."
The gong rang out again and the room was silent. Slowly the Grand Master dropped his arms and looked out over the group. Sounding as if his voice was coming from the bottom of a steel-lined well, he spoke. "Tonight is the most important night of the year. Of all ritual, none is more important than the one we are about to begin. Many of you do not know of this ritual and indeed, it is something that can never be spoken about. What happens in this unholy place tonight is something that can only be between each of us and Satan. Be there those among you who are weak, let them leave. Should there be any who have not the faith, not the feeling, leave us now and never return. Satan will walk among us this night, touch us and change us. Those who cannot accept Him do not belong within this circle."
I listened with only half an ear, my mind more concerned about screwing a little hunk of snatch I had noticed during the first ritual. Most of the Satanic and metaphysical aspects of the Order were still nothing more than bullshit in drag as far as I was concerned. I went along with it, I could even get into some of Karen's feelings on it, but still my mind looked at it as a waste of time. There was no need in my own make-up to hide my feelings under the guise of religion. I did not need to believe in a Higher or Lower being to get my rocks off, I couldn't help it if others did.
The Grand Master went on, the undercurrent of a very large thrill tinting his voice. "Once a year we are visited by a High Priestess from the Grand Coven. In the Name of Satan, she takes one of our members as a Mate. As they vent their unholy lust, Satan appears among us and joins the union on the altar. Great is the Power of that Union: Man the Animal, Woman the Harlot and Satan the Dark Master of our Desires.
"The mate of the High Priestess is a great Honor and only those who have proven their devotion may attain it. He that I am about to name has been chosen by the High Priestess and Satan as the third member of this most Unholy Union. Great has been his force and power and never in the history of this Order has anyone showed such continued following of the Teaching of deSade. Master Malleus, advance toward us."
A funny feeling ran around my gut. This was something I hadn't counted on. It looked like my night was going to be filled with fucking in front of everybody while the Grand Master intoned deep sounding things about the joys of Evil. Still, it was an honor and would give me even more standing within the Order. I walked toward them, my whip in my hand.
"Master Malleus, you will retire to the back chamber with the High Priestess and prepare yourself for the Ritual. May Satan Damn you, my Bastard."
I gave him the proper response to his blessing, "For Satan's Damnation I would give my worthless life, Oh Master." The High Priestess walked back behind the heavy, black drapes and was gone. Bowing to the robed figure in front of me, I followed her.
In the small room at the end of a short hall, I found her and the female member of the council. The High Priestess was bent over a couch, the bottom part of her robe pulled up on her back. The cheeks of her ass were very, very pale and well formed. A slight thrill of desire shot through my piick as I looked at those two perfect half moons.
"Master Malleus," said the female member, "because of the nature of the ritual, the High Priestess cannot speak to you at this time. However, I can instruct you on the proper method of what you will need to do.
"The Union for this ritual is done in an anal manner, as is written in our unholy books. Her Depravity would like you to take her in that manner now so there will be no problems during the ritual. The proper mood for you will be one of savage desire, a venting of your most animal passions. I am sure you will have no problems doing that." She should know that wasn't a problem for me, the last meeting I had screwed her asshole until it was dripping both blood and cum.
The more I looked at the ass in front of me, the more excited I became. A thick, throbbing tube of flesh began to poke out between the folds in my robe and a light layer of sweat formed on the inside of my legs. Her rear excited me, she had the type of ass I loved to screw. Only a few times in my life had I seen such a perfect tail as hers. Pulling my robe back, I walked toward her waiting blind eye.
Pulling the halves apart, I rested the head of my shaft on the tight anal muscle. Her body gave a slight quiver and High Priestess or not, she seemed like the type who enjoyed something hard and male up her colon. Putting power behind my hips, I slowly inched the head of my rod into her Satanic hole. A soft moan broke from her lips, a moan that sent a funny shiver through my spine.
I had heard that moan somewhere before, at some time in my life, I had screwed this woman. She wasn't one of the regular Sisters, that I knew. Yet somewhere, I didn't know where or when, her pale pink ass had been wrapped around my cock. Taking a deep breath, I plowed deeper in her, trying to place her in my mind.
Images of women raced through my brain as we fucked. There was something very familiar about the way she responded to my prick, as if she was very used to being laid by me. Slowly something began to build in my mind, a something that shook my insides. A sense of sickness began to flow into me, a sickness that was soon replaced by a heavy anger. I was almost sure whose body was under mine, there was little doubt in my mind that someone else could fuck in the same way as the person I was thinking about.
As I speeded up my stroke, my hands slowly inched up toward her mask. There was no doubt in my mind, the actions of the asshole I was dorking had removed them. There was only one woman I knew who could throw an anal fuck with such style and as soon as I tore off her mask I would know.
My fingers were ready to rip the hood free when my skull-masked instructor said, "Master Malleus, could you hold your hands over your head, please. Yes, that is the way to do it. Also, give a few more grunts and growl. It is important that you play the part of the animal-beast to the hilt."
Anger rolled through me as I lifted my hands. My eyes closed and a savage explosion of deadly emotion flooded my entire being. The tight glove around my prick continued to jerk and move in a very sensual way, a style that I could not mistake. With a low grunt I threw myself down on the jerking body under mine and sank my teeth deep into the cloth of the hood. With one rapid jerk, I ripped it free and looked onto the lust liffed face of the High Priestess. Shock etched my own face as she slowly realized what had happened. Her body jerked madly, trying to break free of my embrace. The other woman in the room gave a shrill gasp and ran out.
I pulled back and glared at my partner, my fingers reaching out for her neck, every part of me wanting to kill. "Well, Sue," I said to my ex-wife, the High Priestess of the Order of deSade. "Isn't this the shits?" Driven by a rage that had been fed on my disgust and hate for her, my hands began to close around her throat.
She was too scared even to scream. "Take a deep breath, cunt," I snapped at her, "and get ready for Hell." My hands drew tight and something very hard and fast crashed into the back of my skull. Blackness interspaced with little neon skulls flashed in front of my eyes and then there was nothing.
Cold bands of steel were wrapped around my arms and legs when I woke up. Responding to a reflex I hand't felt since Nam, I sprang to my feet, ready to attack anything I could get my hands on. The chains connected to the steel bands stopped me short and I was jerked back to the cold stone floor by the impact. My heart pounding like an irate husband beating a faithless wife, I gained control of myself and looked around.
Sitting just enough out of my reach to frustrate any plans of destruction I might have was my wife, devoid of her hood and robe and puffing on a cigarette. She gave me a cold look that foretold of a very unpleasant time for me. Flicking her ashes at my nude groin, she smiled and I could sense the razor blades and ground glass behind her lips.
"My, my," she used the same tone and voice that had filled my ear so many times at night, "if it isn't my dear ex-husband, all tied up. My, Ed, you don't look like you are very happy to see me; after all, I haven't even talked to you for months. Now, is that any way to treat the woman who cared for you like I do? Honestly, sometimes I think you really don't understand all the things I've done for you. Well, you always were a little dense; must be a side effect of being a sexual failure. You were your usual inept self tonight, still unable to do anything for me. Things must have been pretty poor around this chapter for you to have gotten laid as much as you did. Still, since the ultimate pain for a masochist is sexual frustration, being paired with someone who can't fulfill any needs, that would explain it. All the time you thought you were the great lover and the only thing your partners wanted was for you to fail at anything. I know how painful that sort of thing can be, you've taught me that."
"Sue, you are still just as full of shit as you ever were." My voice was harsh, my lips very dry. "You are by far the sickest cunt I've ever known. If I can get my hands on you, I'm going to snap your fucking neck."
"That is very big talk from a sonofabitch in chains." Her hand dropped down and came back up with a long, steel barbed whip. With a trained motion, she lashed out at me, the metal hooks ripping into the skin of my chest. "There, that should teach you some manners. By the Power you'll treat me with the respect due me!"
"You slime-cunted bitch!" There were a dozen small gashes in my chest, "I'll treat you with the respect due any pile of rancid shit. Fuck off, whore, fuck off." The whip shot out again, this time digging into the soft tissue of my inner leg. Blood began to seep out of the long wounds.
"The next time, Ed, I'll aim for your balls. There is nothing you can do; shut up and keep a respectful tone or I'll make your death so slow you'll first go crazy and then sane again before you die. Is that clear?"
I glared at her, my total being filled with hate. There was nothing I could do, Sue had me and I couldn't fight back. A dull ache that was covered with green-coated snot was building in my belly. Taking the mask off her had been a mistake, it looked like it was going to cost me my life. At the very best I would never leave this building, be turned into a toy for the members to play with. In time, my mind would snap and I would be nothing more than a brainless hulk to be whipped and kicked by any person who felt the need. Everything inside of me rebelled at the thought.
"Sue, what is going to happen?"
Her face took on a familiar glow, the one I had seen so many times as she was about to suck my cock. It was a look of desire, a picture of deep hope and need. "You will," her breath was speeding up and a few drops of fluid appeared on the lips of her box, "join Satan in the deepest reaches of Hell. You are going to take part in the most powerful ritual known: sacrifice. I'm going to do a kindness for you, Ed. I'm going to kill you and offer your worthless soul to Satan. You are such a failure, killing you in ritual is the only way to get you into Hell. You were never really evil, you just wanted to get your rocks off. With your fucked-up sense of honor and ethics, true evil is something you can't understand.
"Everything you've done in your life has been a reaction, hurting and killing, sex, fighting. There was nothing behind your actions but the thought that they felt right. You never did anything wrong; outside of your own desires, you have no feelings of truth or right or evil. I can only hope Satan will take your soul and put it to a good use. You are really going to die, Ed, and this time there is nothing you can do about it." She crushed out her cigarette and putting her robe and hood back on, walked out of the room. At the door she turned and looked down at me. "Don't brood about it, Ed, it will all be over in a few hours."
Waiting to die, knowing that in a short time your body will never do anything again is painful. Combat is different, there is a chance of life so long as you can fight. Being chained and used as the object of a sacrifice is a different matter.
The idea of death hit me hard. After all the risks and chances I had taken in my life, I realized I had never truly thought about dying. I could see my body a hunk of dead meat, slowly rotting in some hole in the ground. Never again would I get drunk, feel the passion of a pair of lips around my prick or drift off to a heavy sleep after a night's fucking. For one instant, I would cause a hole in Creation and then the Universe would flow in and fill it. As soon as that happened, it would be as if I had never existed. The back of my mouth filled with green shit and I puked.
Strange things happened to my body as I waited. A cold layer of sweat covered me and the inside of my gut was filled with ice. While I watched with dumb eyes, my cock rose up strong, larger than I had ever seen it and fired a grey-white wad of cum at the ceiling. I felt nothing, no sensations of release. In one last, animal attempt at procreation my mindless cock had released sperm in the vain of hope my genes would carry on. My cock wilted and dripped a few drops of fluid onto my balls.
I thought about the men I had seen die, how they had reacted. Most of them had screamed and cried, shitting and pissing on themselves as Death carted them away. There had been a time in Nam when we had raided a hamlet at night. I hit the hootch of a V.C. political officer I'd been after for a month. He was fucking some local-slant-eye when I broke into the hut. In slow motion, I could still see him jumping up from her, his prick hard and wet. His hand was going for his gun as I opened up with my M-16 and ripped his chest open. While blood spurted out through the holes in his back, his small, yellow cock discharged the whitest cum I had ever seen. A glob of it flew through the air and landed on my boot. I walked over to his fallen form and kicked him in the mouth with it. Turning, I emptied the rest of my clip into his bed partner. No cum shot from her cunt as ten rounds of steel-cased lead removed the top half of her head.
I could see that scene and so many others as I waited. Slowly, a sense of calm washed over me, an understanding that I was helpless. Since there was nothing I could do, it seemed senseless to try and do anything. If my death could not be avoided, I would at least have the knowledge I went without crying. My hate for Sue had reached the point I would give her no satisfaction at my death. She wanted me to cry and beg, to look at her as if this were all a joke. I would go to my death with a smile on my face and let her wonder for the rest of her fucking life what I was thinking about. A small ball of shit poked out of my ass and stained the cold floor.
Sue, fully covered by her hood and robe, walked back into the room with four large Brothers. Pointing to me, she said in a voice laced with shadows, "In thirty minutes you will unchain him and bring him to the hall; until that time he is yours. Do not cut his body, or destroy his eyes for those must be intact for the ritual. However, my brothers, you may use his body for your own pleasures. If you wish to have his soul carry your sperm to Satan, make good use of this time." She turned and walked out of the room ,as the four bowed to her.
"Well, Malleus," said one very gross and, I knew, gay brother, "looks like the only time I get in your asshole will be the last time I can screw you until we meet again in Hell. Shame, really, I've wanted to get my dick in you for a long time. Never did care for the way you carried on, always doing it with women but never having anything to do with us. Only right we should be the last ones with you; it will be something new." He slipped out of his robe and I looked at mounds and mounds of fat. Pressed in by his heavy legs, a small, thick cock pointed toward me. There were scabs and blisters around his loose balls and I felt myself getting sick.
Three pairs of hands grabbed me as the fat faggot moved around behind me. His chubby fingers pulled open the cheeks of my ass and the blunt head of his tool began to drill into me. Feeling my backside start to burn, I twisted and tried to jerk free. It was no use, his prick kept coming into me, ripping at the tight brown muscle of my hole and driving into my colon. Tears filled my eyes, not from the pain but from the frustration I felt. I was being used like an animal, a hole for fucking. Waves of pain pounded through me and before I could yell, a large piece of tape was put over my mouth.
Thirty long, painful minutes later I was taken into the hall. There was a dull throb in my ass, the after effect of being screwed by four different pricks in a half an hour. The bile taste in my mouth was mixed with the salty essence of cum, a gift from my fat friend. His had been the only cock to get in my mouth, I had fought too hard. He had become afraid of getting his squat tool bitten off, something I had tried to do, and had pulled out and placed the tip on my lips and had beaten off. There had been no way I could keep his cum from seeping into my mouth.
When he was done, he replaced the bandage on my mouth and I was forced to drink his sperm, not being able to spit it out. The other three had contented themselves by cramming their pricks into my ears and under my armpits. One dull ache covered my body and I seemed to be drained of all energy. Drops of their cum kept leaking out of my hole as they walked me toward the waiting ritual.
"All of us," the Grand Master was saying with-a voice filled with both fear and excitement, "must never reveal the powerful thing that is about to happen. This is a ritual with far more power than the Ritual of Union. There is nothing more powerful than the giving of a soul to Satan, of ending this pale life and become a total being in the world of Hell. Master Malleus has obtained the ultimate honor, a request of Our Master that he join him. Nothing can be more wonderful than Damnation now, something we must all hope and work for." He stepped to the side as I was brought up and laid me down on the cold surface. I could see Sue standing off to the side. With all the self-control I could muster, I forced myself to be still. In no way would I show her any sign of fear.
Everything seemed so absurd, so insane. Sue being the High Priestess and my being the sacrifice. Somewhere along the way to this moment, I should have realized a trip like the Order would be something my soon-to-be-widow would have gotten into. After all these months, I knew she hadn't been taking night classes at a junior college. What I had been told was a class in Social History had really been her meeting night with her branch of the Order. I had been stupid, never thinking to see if she was really going to school. It no longer mattered, nothing really seemed to make any sense.
The lights dropped low and two large oil lamps were set aflame and filled the room with a soft golden haze. My eyes bounced around and for one last time I looked at the thick, heavy drapes that covered the walls. The light from the lamps sent dancing shadows across the ceiling and I remembered being three years old and watching the fireplace in my parent's house. Air flowed in through my nose as I waited for something to happen.
Sue stood behind the table, on a line with my groin. Putting her hands into the air, she began the ritual. My eyes roamed around the room in a last effort to spot help. I couldn't let myself die without some attempt to save myself. Most of my life had been spent fighting one thing or another. If I had to die, I might as well go causing trouble. With my tongue, I continued to work on the bandage over my mouth. If I could only talk, I might be able to get one last insult in on Sue before it was all over. Calling her a stupid cunt while she offered my soul to Hell might just blow her image a bit with this sick crew. It was worth the effort to try.
"Oh Mighty Satan, Evil Master of the Universe, Oh Damned deSade, bringer of the Dark Light, hear our pleas. We offer to you the soul of our Brother, a soul so twisted and evil that we have felt you requested it. We shall free this mighty soul from the Damned container that has been fashioned in the ugly image of God. As it is commanded, we shall first free his sexual organs, cut them from his body and offer them to you. Then shall we free his eyes, ripping them loose that he might never see anything but Thy Black Damnation. Then, after his organs and blood have been offered Thee, his heart shall I rip from his body with my own two hands in Thy Name. His soul shall be freed and with you and we, your unworthy servants who are forced to await your call, shall drink his blood and eat his flesh in Thy Name." Sue bent her head down and pulled up the bottom of her hood. "Oh Master of Evil, I accept the Host of Thy mighty Power." Her lips dropped around my cock and began to suck.
Ever hopeful, my prick grew hard and solid in her mouth. Sucking with more fevor than she had ever shown me in bed, Sue worked and coaxed my tool into blasting one last charge into her mouth. A strange thrill shot through me as my sperm flew into her mouth. At least I was going to die with my balls empty and it would be at least an hour after I got to Hell before I would try to screw some nice little imp with big tits and a fire in her cunt.
Drinking in the last few drops, she pulled away and stood up. Looking out into blank space, she raised her arms and began to speak again. "The Host has been taken by me in the name of Satan. Now is the time to offer unto our Master that part of this lustful body that is His by all rights. Bring forth the blade so that Satan will not need to wait for the sexual parts of our Brother."
Ice and fire rolled from my throat to my asshole. In a moment, there was going to be very cold steel cutting free my cock and balls. While blood was gushing from that wound, my eyes would be poked out and then my chest cut open and my heart pulled loose from the rest of me. If I was going to come up with a plan of escape, it was going to need to be formed and ready in the next fifteen seconds.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a girl walking toward the table with a long, sharp knife. I turned my head slightly, driven by some morbid desire to watch everything. As the girl got closer, I realized it was Donna. Somehow, I could see Sue telling Donna it was a great honor to carry the blade that would kill me. My dear ex-wife must have known about Donna and I, this was her way of letting me know she did. Perhaps Sue had told Karen to bring in the dull spoon that would be used to pull out my eyes, it would have been in keeping with the High Priestess's sense of humor.
Donna stood facing Sue, her eyes drilling into the goat-skull hood. I sensed that Donna didn't want to go through with this. Somehow, I don't think she could see me as a sacrifice, it wasn't in character for me.
"Hand me the blade." I heard Sue intone. Donna stood still, both hands wrapped tightly around the grip of the knife. "Do you wish to defy Satan?" Sue's voice was tense, "Give me the blade and stand back." Slowly Donna's hands began to move the blade, its point toward the ceiling, over my body and into Sue's hands.
With a fantastic burst of effort, I freed my mouth from the tape. "Holy God, Donna," I yelled out in one last, desperate attempt to save my life, "I love you! Don't let them kill me-that is my ex-wife. She wants to destmurrrrffh." A hand slammed down over my mouth. I bit at it, feeling blood and flesh slip from the palm and into my mouth.
For a single instant, everything seemed to be frozen in time. Donna and Sue looked at each other. The blade was still, a hard shaft of death that pointed toward heaven. As if in slow motion, things began to move. The point of the blade shifted and began to point toward the wall. My body tensed, ready for a burst of action that I knew was going to happen.
Suddenly everything was back to normal speed. The blade was a silver blur as it swung through the air and ripped into the throat of the fag holding my left leg. Donna's scream of violence mixed with his shocked gasp as his hands slowly slipped free of my leg and he fell to the floor.
Able to move, to fight, I swung my left leg up and over into the face of the Brother holding my right leg. Blood sprayed out as my heel connected with his nose. With both my legs free, I did a body twist that freed my arms and sent Sue flying into the wall. No longer helpless, I grabbed the blade from Donna's hand and began to slash.
Screams filled the hall as the members began to riot in an effort to escape my sword. Like a mad Viking, I slashed and jabbed, thinking only of the blood-lust that poured through my still-living body. Every nerve in my body seemed to be singing, blue sparks filled my mind. Were I to die, I would die like a man, not some sheep to please a god I didn't believe in.
I spotted the fat queer who had used my body in the cell. His hood had slipped off and I could see the fear in his eyes. I threw a hard kick to his groin, trying to miss the fat and smash his balls to pink-grey jelly. The kick went true and he began to fold up as vomit shot from his fat lips. I recovered and kicked high, hitting his chest and sending him falling backwards. He hit the large oil lamp on the right of the table and knocked it over. Burning oil poured out and reached for the thick, old drapes on the wall. The room began to fill with light as the curtains took flame.
Grabbing Donna's hand, I kicked over the other lamp and waited for a second to make sure it was burning. The hall was a mad house, yells, groans and a hundred people trying to get free. The heat was growing stronger every second and I knew we had to get out if we wanted to live. Pulling her behind me, I ran to the side of the hall and down a short passageway that led to some rooms. I remembered that one of the rooms had a window. Kicking the door open, I saw I had been right. I threw a chair through the glass panes and lifted Donna over the sill. She dropped to the ground with a soft thud and I got ready to leave by the same way. As I was lifting my leg up to the sill, I spotted a shadow out of the corner of my eye. With pure reflex I dropped to the floor and heard the report of a small gun as I hit the rug. Sue stood in the doorway, a small blue gun in her hands. "You fucking bastard!" she screamed, "I'll kill yout fucking ass. So help me I'll ki-."
The blade tore into her throat before she could finish. For a split second, as I watched her fall to the floor, her neck an open gash, I felt sorry. I had loved her once and there had been a lot between us for a while. It is much better to kill one of your old lovers in dreams than it is in mortal combat. Taking one last look at her sensual form, I turned and jumped out the window.
Donna was waiting for me, her eyes filled with fear. Before she could ask about the gunshot, I grabbed her hand and pulled her around the house to the parking lot. A quick glance told me no one else was out of the house, they must have been jammed in the small entry hall.
We ran to her car, the wind hitting our nude bodies and the running making Donna's tits bounce like water ballons. Reaching under the fender, I pulled out the extra car key, jumped in and started her heavy, overpowered machine. Two seconds in forward and three in reverse was enough to get the car lined up with the front door of the house. Slamming down hard on the gas, I plowed the car up the stairs and into the front door. That would act like a plug, I didn't want anybody out before we got away.
At my car, I jerked open the hood and took out my spare key from the safety box by the horn. Looking back at the house, I could see a golden light laced with red pouring through the windows. In a matter of seconds, the house, old and dry, would go up in a burst of flames. I didn't have time to worry about the people inside, they had taken their chances same as the rest of us.
Throwing my car into low, I gunned the motor and tore toward the street. Out of the shadows someone sprang at the car, yelling for us to stop. The part of my mind that sees and places things told me it was Karen standing in front of us. The aspect of my brain that keeps me from getting killed told me she couldn't be trusted, Karen was far too deep into the religious part of the Order not to react to what I had done. Feeling sorry for the second time that night, I gunned the engine and drove straight ahead. I heard a dull thud and part of a scream. Donna sat on her side of the car, naked and sobbing.
Eight hours later the stewardess asked me if I wanted another drink. While I looked at her solid, hot-panted form, I refused. Next to me Donna slept, dressed and free of tears for awhile. Soon the plane would be in New York. From there it was only a problem of buying some false I.D. and getting a flight to Paris.
I was drained, empty of almost every feeling except a great desire to put as much distance between L.A. and myself as I could. Perhaps this had been foolish, there was little chance I would have been caught. Still, the Order was more than one unit, the chapter Sue had belonged to would not look lightly upon my killing her and a large portion of the membership. Distance and a new name were the best things I could do. It would be a long time before I could go to sleep and not worry about opening my eyes to find myself on the sacrificial block, a knife at my balls and a live rat shoved up my ass.
Donna moved in her sleep and I put my arm around her. For the past eight hours I had been trying to figure out why, when she was starting to hand the knive to Sue, I had called out my love for her. She hadn't said anything to me about it, but she would in time. Perhaps when she did, I would know why I said it. I pulled her a bit closer and puffed on my cigarette in an effort to finish it before the No Smoking sign turned on. The plane began the approach to New York.
I beat the No Smoking lamp by one puff, a good sign.
