I can't take it any longer, Curt thought. I can't take one more minute of this, I can't take another word from her, another movement of her body without doing something about it this time.
He was sitting on the couch, staring at Cissy, who sat on the chair opposite him. Her smile was enraging Curt, her sly, knowing smile, as if she were just daring the man to do something. Curt knew it was working, for he could hardly sit straight on the couch any more.
He longed to get up and run to her, to grab her hard and hold her in his arms, to feel the warmth of her flesh against his, the flesh that he had tasted before, but which she still held back from him when she wanted to, as if she were trying to torment him.
She raised a cigarette to her lips, then blew out a thin stream of smoke in Curt's direction. The man stared at her with a look that resembled hatred, his eyes scanning the slopes and hollows of her body.
Cissy was shapely, quite shapely, with short brown hair, wide brown eyes, and thick red lips. Her tits were large and bounced every time she moved, quivering deliciously under her tight blouse. Her legs were thin and shapely, sheathed in the tight material of her jeans, her feet bare and her toes painted an enticing bright red.
Shit, what a hunk of ass, Curt thought. It drove him crazy to think that only a few days ago, he had been with her naked, had been lying on top of her with his body pressed against her, their flesh exposed and warm, her tits soft under him, her cunt tight and wet around his swollen rod.
He remembered that night, how they hand gone to dinner, and how anxious she was to get back to his apartment. He could recall how anxious she had been to get out of her clothes, too. He had been sure he had stumbled on a hot box with Cissy, and figured he would be seeing a lot of her. After all, dishes like her are hard to come by, and one that has hot pants for him, Curt knew, he should hold on to.
But this night, how different. She had him, he knew that, and she knew it. She was holding it up to him. He knew that he was just waiting for him to make a move, so she could humiliate him with a rejection. That's her game, he thought.
Curt knew he should throw her right out. But how could he? There she was, in all her luscious splendor, her tits still bobbing like balloons under her blouse, and he had to throw her out? No, that wouldn't do. His cock was already swelling at the mere thought that he might get to make love with her again that night.
It had been a long day, and Curt longed to relieve the tension with a good, long session of love, to drain his balls before retiring and satisfy the nagging lust that had plagued him all day, after Cissy had called at the school and told him she was coming over.
Curt Taylor was a teacher, working in a high school for students interested in the fashion trades. He taught the usual subjects, English, History, but most of the other teachers had more unusual jobs, perhaps teaching sewing, dress designing, and so forth. He enjoyed the school, however, for it gave him an opportunity to meet different people, unusual people, and the chance to work in a school that was ninety-percent female in the student body.
But every ass, every pair of tits, every pair of red lips, every bare white leg that he had seen that day had only served to remind him of Cissy, and their date. He could hardly wait to get out of work, to shoot right home, shower and eat, and wait for her arrival.
For what he asked himself, lighting another cigarette. She's a tease, a bitch, a cock-teaser that won't come through now. She had given him a taste, and now wanted to watch him suffer, he was sure of it. As he stared at her smiling, smug face, he had the urge to punch her in the face.
"How about some records?" he finally asked, breaking a long silence.
"If you want," she replied, unconcerned.
Her cute reply did nothing to cool his anger. The thought of punching her made - him suddenly fill with satisfaction, as if he knew he would enjoy that. Yes, that would be great, to watch her surprised look as I wiped that grin right off her face with a good hard crack. He had never thought of actually punching a woman before, but now that he did, the idea thrilled him.
But he could remember making love with Cissy, and other girls, and how their howls had driven him up the wall with delight. He loved nothing better than to hear a girl moan, or scream, in pain of pleasure, it didn't matter to Curt. He liked to stare down at their faces at he drove his rod in and out, watching their bodies rock with lust and the force of his blows, and hear them screaming loudly, their faces contorted with bliss or agony as he slammed his tool in and out and stared down, smiling in a self-satisfied delight.
Perhaps that was just the tip of the iceberg, he thought. If I could get that much pleasure out of listening, I could certainly enjoy tormenting a girl even more. And who would be a better target than Cissy, that bitch?
He put a few records on and then sat back down on the couch across from her. He was smiling now, and she was surprised, and puzzled. She knew what she was doing, and satisfaction on Curt's part was not in the script.
But he was grinning, and staring at her just as hard as she was staring at him. He was picturing her face as he choked her hard, her lips wet, her eyes glazed, her voice broken as she screamed out for mercy. I would show her what it's like to really be in torment, he thought.
"What's the big joke?" she finally asked.
"I'm just thinking."
"Some evening," she said, as if to blame him for the boring, eventless night they had spent together.
"That's not my fault," he said. "You sure you just want to sit here?"
"What else is there to do?" she drawled.
Her voice sent shivers up and down Curt's spine. He hated her, hated her snug scowl, her raspy voice, hated everything about her. That bitch! That tease! How could I have ever liked her? She's good for nothing.
Curt was tired of playing games. His cock was still half-erect, and he figured he might as well shoot for the moon. He didn't care if he never saw her again. She was only another girl, a secretary, only a twenty-three-year-old secretary, and they were a dime-a-dozen for a good looking man like Curt Taylor.
"I could think of a lot of things to do," he replied, glaring right at her.
"Oh?" she sighed. "I bet you can. You could have taken me out, you know."
"That's what you want, eh?" he smiled.
"What's the matter with you all of a sudden, Curt?" she frowned. "You're acting so funny."
"I could think of things we could do right here," he went on, without taking his eyes from her face for a second.
She shifted nervously on the chair. I'm getting to her, he thought. Now I'll really see how tough she is.
"I suppose we could sit around all night and stare at one another," she sighed.
"I asked you if you wanted to go into the bedroom," Curt snapped. "You know what we could do. I could fuck the living shit out of you, Cissy, and you know it."
He was thrilled as he watched her glow bright red, and turn away from him to stare at the corner of the room. She spoke without turning to face him.
"You've got some damn nerve," she said.
Curt suddenly stood up in the center of his living room. "Don't give me that shit," he snapped. "I fucked the ass off you last time, and you loved it. I can't stand teasers, Cissy, so knock it off."
"You can't expect to get something if you haven't worked for it," she replied coldly. Rage welled up inside the man. He again longed to run at her and punch her, but decided to scowl instead.
"You want it," he glared in rage, "you want to suck it, you want me to ram it in your fuckin cunt, don't you, bitch? Say it, don't play games. Tell me you want my cock!"
She stood up, shocked and puzzled. "What the hell are you talking about. No man talks to me like that, you creep. I'm leaving right now.
Curt watched her ass shake deliciously as she walked toward the closet for her coat. He was glad he had spoken up, glad he had spoken his mind. He hadn't expected her to react any differently than she had, but it didn't matter. The thrill of abusing her, he realized, couldn't be matched even by having her sexually.
"You cheap cunt," he laughed, wallowing in his delight as he shouted his abuse at the woman, who was searching for her coat in the closet. "You think you're such a piece of ass, don't you?"
"Please, Curt, stop it, it's getting really ugly," she replied.
"It'll get a lot more ugly," he snapped. "I hate you, you fuckin cheap bitch. You're such a tease, you think you can make me worship you, don't you. You want me to follow you all over in worship of your cunt!"
"Stop it! she screamed, now visibly upset by his remarks. She had found her coat, but could hardly put it on. "Please, Curt, what's got into you?"
Curt couldn't have answered that question himself. Curt Taylor was usually a quiet, friendly man, never a brute, never nasty or snobbish. He was liked by everyone in the school, and by just about every girl he had ever gone out with. He had many friends in the city, and no one would have imagined for a minute that he was capable of such brutality, of gaining such pleasure in Cissy's humiliation. He could see her hands trembling, and knew he had riled her good. His cock was stiff, and he felt the blood pulsing against his pelvis as the rod swelled further, his heat aroused by the sight of her helplessness.
"You're better than a whore?" he asked. "Why? You wanted me to take you out, to spend money on you, and then you were going to fuck the ass of me, weren't you?"
"Stop it!" she moaned.
"You were, say it! he bellowed. "You would have sucked on my cock all night, and loved it! You cheap piece of shit, I should slap your face!"
Her body started to shake, as the tremor of her sob took hold and she let lose to her agony. His words were still booming in her ears, and she tried to slip her arm into the coat. She had to get out, and to get away quickly.
"You'll find another cock, won't you, cunt?" he screamed "Fuck you!" she howled back, finally slipping one arm into the coat and starting for the door.
Curt ran to the door and stood in front of hit, block her way.
"Please, Curt, let me out," she said firmly.
"Suck my cock," he grinned.
"Please," she said, getting more worried now. It was as if he were suddenly crazed, and she feared him. "Let me go, Curt."
"Why should I?" he smiled. "I like to see you suffer. You made me suffer."
"I never did that."
"I call it suffering," he snapped. "You come over here and flaunt yourself all over, and I have to sit there and watch your fucking big tits, and your ass, and you know how much I want you. But you've got to play games, right? That's how it always is. And I'm sick and tired of it, you hear? It's about time that someone else was made to suffer."
"I think you're losing your mind," she said, stepping back from the door.
"No, I coming to my senses," he replied. "I'll make you suffer, and I'll like that."
"No, get out of the way," she screamed.
"Please, Curt, let me go, I won't come back."
"Ha, bet your ass you won't, he said.
His eyes were glued on her bobbing tits as she stepped back in fright. His rod was pulsing against his bush, hot and hard and fully elongated, the cap bloated with his lust. The sight of her in fear, the sight of her helpless, and still enticing, made his heart beat wildly. No, he couldn't resist, he said to himself. But why should he?
"I'll ask you one more time, Curt," she said, "please le me go."
She walked right up to him and stood face to face, as if she were trying to stare him down. He glared back, and his eyes were glued on her mouth, her rich, full lips, her smug scowl. Suddenly he was filled with a disgust for her, a rage against her, and he spit in her face.
"Curt" she screamed, her scowl disappearing.
Curt hauled off and slapped her face hard, and she went stumbling backwards into the apartment, finally tripping up on an ottoman and falling hard on the rug.
"You cheap bitch!" he screamed.
"You're crazy!" she moaned, holding her cheek which warmed and smarting from the blow.
"Get up," he said, walking over to her and standing above her, his arms on his lips.
"Please," she shuddered, "what's going on? I didn't do anything, please, Curt, you're going crazy."
"That's what you thin," he replied. "I'll show you who's going crazy, when I get finished with you you'll be out of your mind with pain."
The gleam in his eyes terrified her, and she began to crawl away from him on the rug, her lips now trembling in fear.
"I said get up!" he shouted.
"No, don't hit me," she cried.
"I swear I wont," he said, still standing right above her, following her around as she crawled.
"Promise?" she said, rising to her knees.
"I won't, I swear it, just get up."
She started to rise, first climbing up on one leg and then standing. When she was standing on both feet, Curt swung with all his might and slapped her across the face, knocking her right off her feet again.
"Cunt!" he bellowed.
She was sobbing madly now, curled up in a ball, as much from the sudden shock of the blow as from the pain itself. "Oh, shit, what's going on?" she moaned.
Curt ripped off his shirt, then pulled his pants down over his legs as she sobbed. His cock was completely swollen, and bulging out from under his tight white briefs as he stepped out of his pants and left them on the floor.
"Look at this!" he smiled.
She looked up and screamed when she saw that he was almost naked. His cock was pulsing visibly under his briefs, and his flesh was white and bare in the bright light of the living room, covered with a thin mat of black hair.
"Oh, no, please Curt," she sobbed.
"Take your clothes off, bitch," he said.
"OH NO!" she moaned.
"I said take your clothes off," he screamed, running at her and grabbing her by the hair.
He pulled her hair out and started to drag her around on the rug, and she wailed in pain and fought to keep up with him so that her hair would not be pulled out that hard.
He pulled her to the couch and then picked her up. She had no choice but to rise as he pulled on her brown hair, and once she was on her feet he pushed her down onto the couch and leaped on her.
"Get off, oh shit, Curt, no, please, don't stop it!" she howled as he pinned her tightly to the couch.
"I'll take them off myself," he laughed, still holding her hair to keep her still.
He slipped his finger between the buttons of her blouse and pulled out hard, and the buttons snapped off and flew into the air. Her blouse fell open, and he saw the white material of her bra underneath, barely hiding the soft pillow of her tits.
"Please, oh, shit, no!" she continued to wait, struggling feebly under him as he pinned her with his weight and pulled harder on her hair.
He pulled the blouse off and then reached under her body for her bra clasp. He found it and undid the snap, the ripped the cups off her breasts, leaving the white mounds quivering on her chest.
He was delighted to feel her chest heaving as he came down on top of her, his chest pressing against the soft, warm bulge of her globes. Her tits were round, firm, without the slightest sign of a droop, and her nipples were wide and long, a delicate tint of pink.
He reached in and grabbed on of her tits, yanking it hard and pulling the nipple outwards.
"Oh, shit, Curt STOP IT!" she bawled, struggling madly to push him off.
He picked his chest off hers and slapped her tits together, watching them quiver madly and the orbs bound into one another with a loud slapping sound. He slapped again, and she cried out in pain and despair.
"I'll show you what happens when you TEASE!" he laughed. "I'll show you how much fun it is. Isn't this fun, bitch?"
"Please, Curt, you're hurting me, let me go."
He slipped his fingers under the hem of her pants and down towards the heat of her crotch. But her jeans were tight, and he had to pull the snap open to push his head down further.
Her crotch was warm under his hand, and he pulled her zipper down to spread apart the folds of her fly. He could hear her moaning, begging him to stop, and could feel her hips swirling as she tried to hinder him from removing her pants.
"You weren't so worried the last time," he said. "You couldn't wait to get your pants off. Well, I'm going to help you now."
He tugged on the pants and slipped them over the bulge of her ass, feeling his hand brush against the warmth of her thighs as the jeans were pulled down along her legs.
"Oh, God, no!" she blurted out, feeling her legs suddenly bare, her crotch covered only by her thin panties.
He pulled her pants right off her ankles, and then ripped hard on her panties until they too were gone from around her legs, and she was naked. Then he leaped up from the couch and stared at her, smiling in mockery.
She sat up on the couch and looked around for her clothes. What a body, he thought. Her tits were swinging madly, her nipples long and pink, her legs were white and smooth, the bulge of her hips circling the dense blackness of her bush in the center. Her ass cheeks were shaking as she rose from the couch, trying to hide her nudity with a hand in front of her bush.
"You make me laugh," he said. "You're naked, and you're trying to cover it up. That's not the way you acted the other night. Don't you remember? You sucked my cock, and you couldn't get enough of it. You wanted to fuck all night, didn't you?"
"Please, Curt, this has gone far enough, I want to leave," she said, reaching for her clothes.
He ran at her and threw her back on the couch, then picked up her clothes and threw them across the room. Then he turned around and glared at her again.
She was trembling. She could certainly see how angry he was, and, worse yet, how much he was enjoying tormenting her. She had no idea just how far he would go.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson," he said. "I'm going to make you beg to suck my cock."
"Never!" she scowled.
He smiled and pulled his briefs down. As the elastic band passed his tool, the rod snapped against his belly, stiff and hot, the cap wide and red and fully bloated.
'Oh, God, no!" she said, getting up and running from the couch as he stepped out of the briefs.
But the sight of her running made Curt even hotter. Her tits swung madly as she ran, and her buttocks were quivering like never before. He longed to dive on her, to feel her under him writhing in pain, to mark her body with the scourge of his love.
"You need to be taught a lesson," he said, cornering her and coming at her, both now completely naked.
But she took off and ran into the bedroom, and he chased her there and shut the door behind them.
"No, you cant get away," he laughed. "There's no way out now."
She dropped to her knees. "Please, I'll do anything," she whimpered, "don't beat me, Curt. Please, let me go, I'll do anything, just don't hurt me."
"You sure changed your tune," he said. "But I think you still need a good spanking."
"Oh, no, don't come near me!" she screamed as he started to walk towards her. Her eyes were glued on his rod as if she feared he would beat her with it.
He threw her on the bed and dove on top of her, then grabbed a wad of her hair and tugged so hard that her breath was taken away. He maneuvered her around so that she was lying across his knee, her buttocks right under him.
The sight of her buttocks, white and round, so soft and warm, made him more eager than ever. He held her hair in one hand as he started to spank her hard on the ass, his open palm clapping loudly into the soft flesh of her ass.
"Oh, stop!" she shrieked. "Oh, please, STOP IT!"
"You've been a bad girl," he said. "This will do you good, believe me."
He pummeled her behind, spanking her again and again, leaving her buttocks quivering and red. He alternated from one round cheek to the other, and left them both equally red. He knew how much they were smarting, for even his hand was already paining him.
Why should I hurt myself, he thought. He spanked her again a few times as she continued to howl, then pushed her off and onto the floor and ran to the closet.
She curled up in a ball on the floor, her body racked with pain. She certainly thinks it's over, he thought. She's in for a surprise.
He found the leather belt in the closet, the thick, heavy black belt with the large gold buckle. This will do the trick, he thought.
He ran at her again, and when she looked up and saw him coming at her with the belt, she screamed as if she were in the throes of death.
"Oh, shit, Curt, don't, please, I can't take it any more, let me go. Please, I beg you, don't beat me!" she cried.
She jumped over the bed, trying to get around to the other side, but he swung hard with the leather end of the belt and caught her on the ass, the crack echoing through the room, followed immediately by her agonized howl.
He had knocked her to the bed with the blow, and she tried to dive again. But he raised the belt high and swung down with all his might, and the leather slashed across her back, leaving a long red mark and knocking her right back on the bed again.
"Oh, no more," she barely got out.
"You bitch, I'm just beginning," he shouted.
"You need this, you need a lesson. Beg me, beg me to stop."
"I will, I will," she cried, quickly climbing to her knees on the bed to beg him.
"Beg me!"
"Please, don't beat me," she pleaded. "I'll do anything, I can't take this any longer."
"Say you learned your lesson," he replied. "Tell me you were wrong, that you need me, that you want me, that you deserved the lesson."
"I did," she replied quickly.
"SAY IT!"
"I deserved it all," she cried. "I'm no good, and I want you, I'm lucky to have you, I need you, please, stop!"
"What are you?"
"Please, Curt, no more."
"You're a BITCH!" he snapped. "Say it. Tell me what a cheap piece of trash you really are."
When she hesitated, he raised the belt above his head, and she broke down again.
"I'm a bitch!" she howled. "It's true, I'm no good."
"You want me," he scowled. "You'll worship me for the rest of your life.
"Oh, shit, YOU FUCKIN BASTARD, LET ME GO!" she shrieked. "I hate you, I hate your fuckin guts, let me out of here!"
She dove off the bed, her rage having taken control of her fear and agony for a brief, unfortunate moment. Now she curled up in the corner, shuddering at the thought of what was in store for her.
"You cunt!" he bellowed, running at her. "I see you haven't learned your lesson."
"I have, I have!" she cried out. But it was too late. He was on her, and started to whip her savagely with the belt, the sharp black leather coming down hard and often over the expanse of white flesh under him.
He beat her until she was whimpering on the floor, her back and buttocks reddened and her tits sore and smarting with the lingering blow of the leather. He stepped back and laughed at her, his cock still hard, still beating madly with blood. He knew that it would not be long now before he relieved the tension inside him, the tension that was driving him to beat the girl so unmercifully.
This is pleasure, he thought, this is real pleasure. I had no idea. He did know that he had no resets about what he had done to her, and that he was eager to continue. His only regret was that he hadn't learned the pleasure of brutality a lot sooner.
"Now who's tormenting you?" he laughed.
"Please, Curt," she said, "I didn't do anything to you."
"You teased me."
"I'm sorry, but this is too much, I can't take it. You've got to let me go."
"I don't ever have to let you go, bitch," he laughed.
"Oh, shit, it hurts all over," she sobbed.
He strapped the leather belt around his waist. Strange, he thought, but the feel of leather, the warm, soft leather, aroused him. He had never felt like that with the material, but there was no doubt about it now, he enjoyed the sensation.
"Feel the leather," he said, letting the end of the belt dangle down near her face as she sat on the floor.
"No, get away with that thing," she replied.
"I said FEEL IT!" he barked.
She gripped the leather and held on to the end of the belt. "What of it?"
"It feels good," Curt said. "Don't you agree? Or perhaps you will find it better when it's on your ass."
Suddenly she yanked hard on the belt, and pulled it from his hand, then jumped up and stood against the wall.
"You bitch!"
"Don't come near me," she said. "Now, I'm leaving, and if you try to stop me I'll whip the shit out of you."
"You bitch, I trusted you, and this is what you do."
"Get away," she warned.
"Try to whip me," he laughed. "You're really in for it now, bitch. Boy, are you going to get it."
She began to tremble with fear, realizing that she would still not get away, and that she had angered him as never before.
"I'm going to tear you apart," he laughed.
"Oh, please, I'll give it back, just let me go," she wailed, her voice cracking in terror.
"No dice," he grinned.
She started to wail, and he ran at her. But she swung hard with the belt and caught him on the shoulder, knocking him back. She bolted for the door as he held his injured shoulder.
"STOP!" he shouted. "I'll fix you!"
He dove at her, and she turned again to lash him. This time the blow did not stop him, and he grabbed her hard around the waist and threw her on the floor.
She tried to get up quickly, but he slapped her across the face hard enough to knock her down on the rug again. She squirmed in terror as he ran after her and grabbed the belt, then started to beat her all over the back.
"No, no, no more!" she moaned, barely able to speak between the hard, loud cracks of leather on her white flesh.
When some of Curt's rage had died down, he grabbed her by the hair and brought her back to the bed, throwing her down violently on the mattress.
"What are you going to do?" she whimpered, tears running down her face, tears of pain, tears of utter humiliation.
Curt ran to the closet and dug through a pile on the bottom until he found a piece of coarse twine. Then he returned to the bed to find Cissy curled up in pain, afraid to move or speak any longer.
"You should have been a good girl," he said. "You shouldn't have tried to get fancy like that. Now you'll have to pay, now you'll have to learn your lesson."
He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her arm back so that he could wind a piece of the twine around her wrist. When the cord was tight around her white flesh, he attached the other end tot he post at the head of his bed, then did the same with her other wrist.
"What are you doing?" she wailed, kicking her legs madly but unable to do anything about stopping him. Her hands were now both bound tightly to the bed.
"You're going to be helpless," he said. "That's the way you should be, helpless, completely unable to move. Then you'll obey, I can tell you that. You won't have a choice."
"Oh, this is all a dream, it has to be, a terrible dream," she sobbed.
"It's read, bitch, it's real," he laughed. "You'll see just how real the pain is in a minute."
She started to wail hysterically as soon as he grabbed her legs and held them steady. The feeling of being completely helpless was too much for her, and she tried to kick her legs about madly to escape.
But he had her where he wanted her. Her arms were tied back, her tits stretched almost flat by her arms, and her legs, long, white, and fleshy, were sprawled out, spread apart wide by the angle, for each ankle was tied to a post at the foot of the bed.
Curt stood over her and glared down at her body. Her flesh was alive, glowing, covered with sweat, and he felt his cock swelling so hard that he thought it would burst with lust. He could hardly wait to dive into the pillow of her naked body.
"The twine hurts so much," she cried. "Please, let me out of here, Curt, I'll do anything."
"I want to hear it again," he said. "Tell me you want my cock. Tell me you want me to beat you again."
"No, I don't."
He swung with the back of his hand and slapped her across the face twice, once on each cheek. Then he reached down and held her two nipples between his fingers, pulling them out slightly from her white, fluttering globes.
"Say it!"
"Let me go!" she said. "You can't get away with this!"
He started to tug on her nipples, and she howled in pain as the tender pink buds were stretched out from her tits and squeezed hard between his fingers.
"Say it!" he shouted in her face, his nose only inches from hers now.
"I want it, I want it!" she shrieked. "I want you to beat me, I was you to fuck me, oh, shit, FUCK ME!"
He dove on her, his ass coming down hard on her tits as he let her nipples go. He sat up on top of her body, and could tell by the redness of her face that she could hardly breathe, his weight resting fully on her chest.
He took his cock in his hand and rubbed the swollen cockhead against her face, around the nose, over her eyes, then down along her cheeks as she twisted her head back and forth to avoid him.
Suddenly he slapped her face hard.
"Stop moving, stop it!" he barked.
She couldn't answer. Her breath was long gone, and she was struggling to breathe. He raised his ass from her slightly to let her get a breath, feeling the heat and softness of her tits under his buttocks.
He rubbed the tip of his cock against her face again, then pushed in on her lips. She bolted them shut.
"Open up, tell me you want it!" he shouted.
He slammed down on her body again, knocking the wind out of her. Then he reached back and grabbed a wad of pubic hair, yanking it hard.
"NO, oh, God, no!" she blurted out. "Say it!"
"I want it," she moaned. "Oh, I want to suck it, give it to me now!"
He pushed the tip of his cock through her lips and down into her mouth, and saw her face redden as her mouth was stuffed with his long, engorged member. He pushed until the cock was fully buried in her mouth, her lips against his bush.
He knew that she was choking on his rod, for it was pushed all the way into her mouth and deep inside her throat. He pulled back and saw her gasp for air, then lunged again and quickly surrounded his tool with the hot, wet sheath of her oral cavity.
He could feel her tongue licking around his rod, as she tried to keep it from being pushed down her throat. When he pulled back and lunged again, her whole body was shaken with a violent jolt, and the bed creaked loudly.
She was screaming, but her screams were muffled by his cock as he pumped in and out and swung his taut balls into her lips. She was gasping for air, and every time he pulled back she inhaled deeply.
He knew that each lunge jolted her body and made the twine dig further into her flesh. He started to drive his rod home as if her mouth was a cunt, and he could feel the soft, wet flesh of her tips slipping down along his cockflesh, her hot mouth enveloping his tool in her creamy wetness.
He hinged again and again, and heard her grunt in pain and lack of breath each time he sliced in. The gism was already soaring towards his pole, and he could hardly wait to dump it in her mouth.
'Take it, take it all!" he laughed, watching her face contorted in agony as her mouth was stuffed with his cock, her body rocked with pain, the twine boring into her flesh, his weight pressing down on her helpless, naked body.
'This will teach you, bitch!" he shouted. "You wanted it, and now you've got it. Oh, shit, take it all, take it all!"
He lunged in as fast and as hard as he could, and started to shake all over as his rod was filled with gism. Her mouth was like an over around his tool, and the steady grunt that rose from her throat with each painful lunge made him hotter and hotter.
"YOU'RE IN AGONY. BITCH!" he barked in her face, just before his voice cracked and he started to lunge faster and faster into her, his cock driving hard and deep into the heat of her mouth and throat as his gism swelled the cockhead and prepared to spurt into her mouth.
He could feel her whole body shaking in pain as he pulled back and then sliced his rod up into her mouth again, the gism shooting out and splashing into her mouth in a long hot spurt, then another, then another, as she groaned and gasped for air.
He shot his spunk in long, scalding spurts, filling her mouth and driving the seed down into her throat as she writhed madly under him, her head impaled on the stake of his cock. She was completely helpless, he knew, and the idea made him shiver with unbelievable delight.
When his balls were drained and his cock was starting to grow limp inside her, he slowed his thrusts and then glared down at her contorted face, his smile mocking her.
"How was that, bitch?" he asked. "You still want to tease me now?"
He pulled the rod out of her mouth, then grabbed her head and pulled her up painfully.
"Lick it clean," he ordered.
She had no choice but to obey, and left his rod sparkling clean. Then he laughed again at her, and bounced up and down to make her groan in agony.
"Please, no more," she wailed. "Let me go, I can't take it, please."
He glared at her, then spit twice in her face, the white bubbly fluid hanging on her tear-stained cheeks.
"Cheap bitch, this is nothing compared to what you deserve," he said, spitting a third time and then rising from her body.
She said not another word as he untied her and sat on the bed to watch her dress. She dressed quickly and then started to run for the door, too glad to be free to think of saying a word.
"Wipe your face off, bitch," he laughed. "You've got come all over you."
He sat back on the bed, fully satisfied. No, he had no regrets. He didn't care if he never saw her again. There would be others. His only regret was still that he had not realized sooner the delights of brutality.
CHAPTER TWO
Curt found that his conscience did not plague him the following morning either. In fact, he woke refreshed, and thrilled, as if he had just entered upon a new period in his life, an exciting new period, and was looking forward to the day for some reason.
But the day was just like all the others. He awoke in his apartment, dressed and ate, and left the house for school, which was only a short bus ride from his apartment house. On the way, he read the paper, sitting among all the other commuters as they made their way downtown. It made him laugh to think that no one would have suspected how he had spent the previous evening, and he had to laugh again to think that perhaps some of the people on the bus with him had indulged in similar activities, all hidden from one another. There was, after all, no way of being sure.
Just like any other day, he walked from the bus stop to the school and stopped off in his office before his first class. The school was busy already, the corridors crowded with cute young schoolgirls, all wearing the latest in short skirts and low necklines.
But Curt was somewhat tired this morning. He walked down to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, then started up for his first class. He knew that the sight of so much young flesh, so many young girls all eager to get to know him, would certainly cheer him up.
Curt had been working in the fashion high school for close to five years. He had started there right after college and therefore was still quite young. He found that he could be the center of attention easily if he wanted to, since many of the other male teachers, almost all, in fact, were much older, and the majority were female anyway. He was popular with the women teachers as well as the students.
The girls in the school, all of whom were quite interested in fashion, having chosen to make it the study of their high school years, were always well dressed. They would show up in styles that wouldn't become popular on the mass market for months, and they were always in constant competition with one another, trying to make the biggest impression.
Sometimes they showed up for school in dresses that were so revealing Curt found it almost impossible to concentrate on his work. Some of the girls had bodies that were nearly those of mature women than young girls, and he would have loved to take some of them home once in a while.
But they're just teasing, he knew. He had come to hate some of them, to despise the way they tried to catch his eye, only to reject him if he ever made a pass. They were no better than Cissy, he thought, no better than a tease. They need to be taught a lesson too, just like Cissy. They wouldn't be proud and flirty if he could catch them along in his apartment, he knew that.
The corridors were starting to clear out as he made his way down towards his class. As he neared the door to his class, he saw one of the women teachers, Miss Stone, walking towards him down the hall, smiling.
Oh no, he said to himself. He didn't feel like chatting with her now, but he knew she would certainly try to catch his ear. Miss Stone had had a crush on Curt for two years, and she was constantly trying to get him to ask her out.
Miss Ella Stone was fairly attractive, with a shapely body and a pair of huge tits tat had always been a source of wonder to Curt. But he had tried to avoid her, since he knew she had a big mouth. If he were to take her out, or to go to bed with her, he was afraid the word would travel quickly around the school and jeopardize his chances with some of the other teachers, and even the students. She wasn't worth that, he figured, and tried to steer clear of her.
But now she had him cornered. She walked straight for him, and as usual his eyes fell down to her tits, those huge globes that bounced like buoys on an ocean with each step she took. He was sure she shook them a bit on purpose, just to torment him.
"Good morning," she smiled, as they came together near the door to his class.
"How are you?" he asked mundanely.
"The same," she smiled. "Nice day, isn't it?"
"Sure, I'm a bit tired."
How long is she going to talk, he wondered. The bell had already rung, and he was late for his class.
"I bet you were up late last night," she grinned, as if to suggest she had an idea of what he had been doing.
He grinned. "Yeah, but if I told you what I was doing you wouldn't believe me."
"Studying, I suppose," she laughed.
"No, you're not even warm."
"I can get warm very easily," she smiled, her long blonde hair shaking loosely over her shoulder. "What were you doing?"
"It's a long story," he replied. "You wouldn't be interested anyway."
"I bet I would," she answered. "Why don't you try me sometime?"
Shit, this bitch really comes on hard. She's practically asking me to bed. I'd sure love to get a handful of those tits, too. But no, he reminded himself, I couldn't let her do it. She's probably just teasing, like all the rest. If I got her alone, I'd really see her shake, shake in pain.
"Well?" she said. "Is it a date?"
"Urn, I'll be busy for a while," he stammered. "Maybe sometimes, but I can't make a date now."
"I think you're trying to slip away," she smiled.
"I'm late for class, as a matter of fact," he said. "I'll have to go."
"Coward," she laughed as he stepped away.
That bitch, I'll show her who the coward is. She's got some fuckin nerve to expect me to jump when she wants to go out. Maybe I'll get her after all, and show her a few things about love, the way I love.
The class was waiting when he stepped into the room. They were chattering loudly and quieted down as he began the lesson. But his mind wasn't on his work, and it was obvious. He was thinking of Cissy, and what had happened the night before, and of Ella, and what could happen, if he wanted it to.
He found the stare of some of the girls to be nerve-racking, especially the ones up front. One girl especially bothered him, although he knew that she was by far the foxiest in the class. Ann Thomas sat in the front row, right near his seat, and her eyes never left him.
Sometimes, when the class was engrossed in a test, Curt found that his eyes never left her either. She was so cute, he thought, so small and fragile, and such a piece of ass. He would stare at her white, smooth hair flowing down on her thin shoulders, at her white, unblemished face, at her soft, pink lips, and her thin, but fleshy body.
Her arms and legs were not thin, although somewhat frail-looking. He knew that they would be as soft as cotton to his touch, and could see the loose white flesh quivering on her thighs when she wore one of her super-short dresses into class. Her tits, judging from the bulge under the tight blouses that she always wore, were large and full, and he often tried to imagine what it would be like to grab them, to feel their heat and softness in his hand, perhaps even to bury his head in her youthful bosom and feel her delicate pink bud against his face and between his lips.
But she never came off to him the way some of the other girls did. He often wondered why, since she was obviously interested in him, and could never take her eyes off him in class. Then he learned that she had very strict parents, and she lived in fear of getting into trouble. She may have wanted to meet him, to get to know him better, Curt thought, but she won't take the chance.
But the shock had come when he heard a rumor that her relationship with Jane, her best friend, was more than one of close friendship. Jane was reputed to be a lesbian, and they were supposed to be going out together. But many of the lesbians in school walked arm in arm through the halls, yet Jane and Ann never touched one another. Perhaps it's not true, Curt thought.
He led the class through the lesson without hardly paying attention himself. When the bell rang at last, he ran down to the lounge to grab a quick nap.
It would be a light day. He had a class in the morning which was over now, and then another later in the afternoon. The day was his, and he planned to put it to use by falling asleep to catch up for the night before.
When he awoke later in the day, he was surprised to find he had slept for a long time. When he left the lounge, he found the corridors almost empty.
But in the school, the classrooms were never empty. The girls always had a great deal or work to do, dress-making and pattern cutting, and they would have to stay late at school to use the equipment, since few of them had such machinery at home.
The lights in the school rarely went off before seven o'clock, and in any classroom or cutting room he could find a girl or two staying late, working on a dress for class, or perhaps just for themselves.
Curt rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and started to walk down the corridor. He hadn't missed his afternoon class, he hoped. No, it couldn't be that late.
But sure enough, he found that it was after four, and that his class had been dismissed when he hadn't shown up. The girls were all gone, and he would certainly catch hell the next day from the principal.
He met one of the girls from his afternoon class, which was roughly the same as his morning class, and learned that many of the girls had taken advantage of the free period to catch up on their work in the cutting rooms. Most of the girls, Curt learned, were still hard at work.
He decided to take a walk down to the cutting rooms to see some of them, to apologize for now showing up in class that afternoon.
The cutting rooms were on the third floor, all in a row. Each one was small, but fully equipped. Three of the walls in every room were covered with mirrors.
Curt tried the first room, but it was empty. He didn't even have to look in the rooms to check them out, for the doors were usually left open, as required, and he could hear in the hall if anyone were inside.
They were empty, all of them, he decided. He was nearing the end of the corridor when he thought he heard a noise from one of the rooms at the far end. Sure enough, the door was almost completely closed, open only a few inches. Curt thought he heard voices inside.
He stepped down to the door and was about to push it open and walk in, to find out which of the girls were working inside, when he caught a flash of movement in one of the mirrors on the wall. From the hall he could see through the crack in the door to one of the mirrors on the wall, and about half of the room was visible in the mirror.
At first Curt thought he was seeing things. He had seen a girl embrace another, and didn't think twice. It surely was a girl helping another into her clothes, for the girls often tried on their work in the cutting rooms.
But no, he could see now that he had been wrong. He was glad he hadn't burst right into the room, for as he stood in the empty hall, he saw plainly in the mirror that the girls were Ann and Janie, and that their embrace was one of more than the necessary enthusiasm.
Curt saw the long, blonde, almost white hair of Ann, flowing down over her shoulders. Her back was to the mirror, but Curt would have recognized her hair anywhere. She was standing up in the center of the room, and Janie was embracing her, her arms around Ann's back and her hand running up and down the smooth surface of the blonde girl's flesh.
Janie's face was visible in the mirror over Ann's shoulder, and her hands were very much in evidence as she continued to caress Ann. Ann stood still, and Curt wondered if her eyes were closed. Could he be mistaken? No, it looked fairly obvious now, they were fooling around.
Maybe Janie is just teasing her, he thought. Perhaps Ann will stop her. As of now, she stood still without even acknowledging the girl's caresses. Her clothes were on, but she wore a scanty blouse with the back cut away, and Janie's hands were caressing bare flesh as she roamed over the expanse of Ann's white back, her fingers trailing up and down in the smooth groove of her spine.
Curt found that he could not move. He wanted to leave, or else wanted to break in, but he couldn't bear to break them up. He wanted to watch just how far they would go, wanted to see if Ann would react.
Curt through of himself as a fool now, a fool to think that Ann wasn't a lesbian even after all the rumors he had heard. But she was certainly enjoying herself now, he thought, as he heard her sigh loudly at Janie's caress of her breasts, reaching around front to push in on the two soft globes of warm flesh.
Janie too was fully dressed. Her eyes were closed, and there was no chance she would see Curt in the mirror. The show, he thought, was his for the watching.
And watch he did, his cock starting to swell up in his pants as he saw Janie reach under the material of Ann's blouse in front and pull the blouse right out of her jeans, then pull it up over her head. To his surprise, Ann reached up and pulled the blouse off herself, then reached out and held Janie tightly as the brunette gripped her tits and began to caress them lovingly.
That bitch, Curt thought. She's really a tease. He could remember the way she antagonized him all day long, stretching her long, smooth legs out in the aisle in front of his desk to tease him, sighing deeply and leaving her tits quivering whenever he glanced down at her desk, shaking her ass when she walked past him, smiling and staring at the teacher all day long. Yes, he knew now it was all a game, all an effort to tease him. He realized now that he would have been getting himself in trouble had he made a pass at her or taken up any of her bait, for she would certainly have rejected him. He would have been brushed aside cruelly, and she would have had something on him, something that would prevent him from even talking about her or getting her in trouble.
But, ah, the situation has changed now, he thought. Now he had something on her, and she would certainly not want anyone to know what he knew now. He remembered that she had very strict parents. He figured that she would do just about anything to keep the truth from them.
In the mirror Curt could see part of the room, and noticed that the table was covered with leather scraps. Many of the girls had been working in leather lately, and the two girls had probably been catching up with some of their work when they got carried away, and the work remained on the tables.
But Curt's eyes were not on the table, they were on the couple. Janie was getting aroused, and her hands were moving over Ann's body more quickly, delving into new parts of the blonde's sloping flesh. Her back and chest were completely exposed now, and Curt wished he could catch a glimpse of Ann's tits. But she still stood with her back to the mirror, and Curt could do nothing but wait.
Janie dipped down slightly and began to caress Ann's nipples. Ann sighed and held Janie's head in place, then closed her eyes and turned her head, raising it up towards the ceiling in her bliss.
Janie's hands appeared suddenly around Ann's thighs, then between them, and the blonde girl stepped apart more to allow the brunette's hands to slide up between her legs and into her crotch. Curt saw her hand slipping up slowly and then stopping in the tight crevice of her crotch, her white hand pressing up against the bulge and crack of Ann's round, firm ass.
Ann was piping hot now, Curt could see that.
When Janie slipped her fingers in the top of her pants and moved them around her waist slowly, Ann gasped and started to move her hips around in heat.
Curt too was hot, very hot. He wanted to burst in on them now, and make them do for him what they would do for one another. But he decided to wait, things would become even more interesting if he waited long enough.
He was right, for Janie pulled Ann's zipper down and started to tug on her pants, then reached around back to pull the jeans over the bulge of Ann's ass. When the jeans slipped off her buttocks and fell over her thighs down to her ankles, Curt had a clear view of her ass and thighs, and he liked what he saw.
Ann's flesh was a soft, creamy white, smooth and unblemished, with a slight pink tinge. Her buttocks were quivering under the thin material of her panties, and he could plainly see the crack of her ass parting the round, soft cheeks. Her back was smooth and trim, the line of her spine trailing off into the crack of her ass, and when she stepped out of her pants and embraced Janie again, she turned slightly to the side. Now Curt would see her tits.
His cock was piping hot, the blood racing through the veins in the thick staff, as he saw the blonde's tits, large and full and firm, shaking on her chest like mercury as she turned to hold Janie again. She was naked now except for her panties, and Curt didn't think they would remain on for long either.
Janie was sucking furiously and noisily on Ann's tits now, holding the globes on the bottom and thrusting the caps into her mouth. Curt could see the pink tongue shooting out between her lips and licking around the swollen pink buds on Ann's milky breasts.
But her hands were already working on her panties, tugging on the elastic band in the back and molding the soft flesh in her hands as if she were shaping putty. Ann held her tight, then slipped her hand down front and started to caress Janie's tits.
But the brunette was eager to please Ann, and tugged her panties right down to her ankles. Now Curt saw the full round buttocks completely exposed, quavering lightly, her crack long and deep and pearly, her whole body alive with the fire of lust.
Janie plunged down on her, kissing her all over, licking out to caress her ears, her nipples, her navel, then kissing her way down along her hips, around the crotch, and down along her long, white thighs.
Ann was panting now, moving her hips around in the slowly sensuous motion of her heat, her eyes closed, her tits quivering, her body now turned to the side and in plain view for Curt in the mirror.
Curt didn't know how much longer he would be able to stand it. He knew he should leave. Yet his feelings were mixed. On one hand, he wanted Ann, he thought he had to have her. But he hated her, for being a lesbian, for not wanting him, for teasing him for so long in his classes.
Now, he would have to decide. He stared in the mirror and saw Ann part her legs as Janie dropped to her knees and started to lick her way up along the hot inner flesh of Ann's thighs, then reached in to part Ann's cunt lips, and bury her head in the warmth of her snatch.
"Oh, God, Janie, suck it," Ann murmured, her soft, raspy voice reaching Curt's ears in the hall. She was standing with her legs about as far apart as possible, and the brunette was now sitting under her, on her ass, her fingers working on the folds of Ann's cunt as she tried to open the lips and find her bulging clit.
Ann gasped loudly when she felt Janie spread her cunt lips and then lap once along the length of her cunt slash. When she buried her head again and shot her tongue through the lips, into the tight, hot cavern of Ann's pussy, the blonde girl let out a muffled scream and locked her legs together to hold Janie's head in place.
If there was going to be a time to burst in, Curt thought, this was it. Ann was clearly at fault to the unknowing observer. She had the brunette's head trapped between her legs, she was nude, she was moaning loudly, she was swirling her hips around in heat. It was obvious she was well on her way to an orgasm as Janie sucked loudly on her wet, hot snatch, her tongue licking feverishly, her lips sucking hard, her hand kneading the delicate flesh of Ann's buttocks and her fingers slipping up and down in the long hot slice of her ass.
Curt would wait no longer. He would confront them, he would show them what happened to a girl that teased him. Now was the time to act.
He pushed open the door hard and bolted into the room as if he just happened to be walking in briskly. The girls both let out gasps of horror as he entered, Ann opening her eyes and turning to look, Janie pulling her head out from between her legs and staring in terror as the man walked in.
"What's this?" Curt said, stopping in the center of the room and staring in pretended disbelief.
"Oh, Mr. Taylor, please don't tell," Janie wailed.
"What's going on here?" he asked. "You're supposed to use this room for working, Ann."
"It wasn't me, Mr. Taylor, it wasn't me," the blonde girl cried, reaching down for her clothes and holding them in front of her naked body.
"I saw what I saw, Ann," Curt replied. "And it was plain to see who was in charge here."
"It's not true," Ann wailed.
"Is it, Janie?"
The brunette didn't answer. Curt knew he had her on the spot. Either she would have to admit guilt herself, or else push the blame on her best friend.
"Then it's you, Ann," Curt said. "This is an outrage. It's bad enough you have to do a thing like this, but in school, it can't be tolerated."
"What's going to happen?" Ann asked, her voice cracking and her lips trembling.
"I'm afraid the proper authorities will have to be notified."
"My parents too?" she asked, tears welling up inside her wide, blue eyes.
"I'm afraid so," Curt replied.
Ann broke down in tears and fell to the floor, still holding the clothes in front of her. She was trembling with fear. Curt knew what would happen to her if her father found out what he knew. But right now, Ann was in no condition to reason.
"Jane, perhaps you better leave," he told the brunette. "Of course, I'm not excusing you from guilt, but I'll talk to you at some other time. I'm afraid Ann needs some help."
"I'll help her, Mr. Taylor, please, just let us go," the brunette pleaded.
"I said you better leave, and consider yourself lucky."
Janie took the hint and walked quickly out of the room, and Curt looked down at the girl at his feet. Her head was bent over, and her flesh was white and glistening in the light of the bulb overhead. On the table to her right he saw piles of leather scraps and a few finished pieces.
"Ann, stand up," he said, in a more determined tone of voice than before.
She rose to her feet slowly, still holding the clothes in front of her body. Suddenly he reached out and grabbed the clothes, ripping them away from her.
"Mr. Taylor!" she blurted out, finding herself naked in front of him.
"Don't talk back," he said. "You're in no position to complain."
She sank to her knees again. "Oh, Mr. Taylor, if my father finds out I'll die. Please, don't tell, I'll do anything."
"Get up!" he barked, reaching down and grabbing her hair to pull her up to her feet again. "Stand still, you little bitch."
Ann was shocked at Curt's words, and realized that he was angry, and meant business.
"Let me get dressed, please."
"No, and don't ask again," he snapped. "After what you've done, you have some nerve to ask for anything. I could have you thrown out of school for this."
"Please, oh, don't tell, why not just let me go?"
"Because you had your fun when you teased me," he replied. "I didn't."
"Yes, you certainly did, you little bitch. Don't lie to me. Look at you, you're in no position to tease now, are you?"
Ann was almost in tears now, embarrassed at her nakedness. Curt assumed she was not fond of men, and being naked in front of one was agony for her.
"Please, give my clothes," she said.
Curt suddenly swung hard and slapped her face with his open palm, knocking her back a few feet and making her scream more in shock than in pain.
"Shut up, I said," Curt barked. "If you open your mouth it better be to beg."
She held her cheek, reddened by the blow, and dropped to her knees again. "Please, I'll beg you, I'll plead with you, don't tell anyone what happened."
"BEG!" he blurted out, standing over her as she curled up in a ball at his feet to hide her nudity.
"Please, I beg you, I plead with you, don't say anything."
"Admit you're a cheap little bitch," he said. "Anything," she wept. "I'll do anything."
"ADMIT IT!"
"I AM!" she cried out in frustration. "I'm a cheap little bitch, please don't tell."
"Admit you were teasing me all this time, admit it."
"I admit it," she wailed. "I admit I'm a tease, I'm a bitch, oh, please, let me go, Mr. Taylor, I can't take any more of this."
"Admit you're a lesbian, a bitch lesbian."
She started to cry bitterly, but her tears did nothing to quell Curt's rage and heat. He glowed in an increased anger, and stamped his heel on the floor.
"I said admit it, you're a lesbian."
"Don't say that word!" she cried out. "Please, don't make me say it."
Curt reached down and pulled her head up by tugging under her chin, and held her head in his hand as he bent over, his nose now inches from her face.
"I said admit it, you're a LESBIAN!" he grinned in mockery.
She started to bawl again, and tried to look away, but he held her head tight and stared at her, still smiling. She obviously could not stand to hear that word, and could not bring herself to utter it.
"You cheap lesbian bitch," he spat out in her face. "Admit it or I'll shake it out of you."
"No, I can't, I can't," she cried, tears running down her cheeks now. She was trying desperately to pull her head away so that she would not have to look in his gloating face.
Curt threw her backwards on the ground and stood over her. "I'm giving you one more chance," he said, "tell me what you are, and tell me right now."
She was weeping as he bent over again, and grabbed her two hands. She was helpless to protect her body, or turn around. She was totally humiliated, he thought, sitting completely naked and unable to cover herself, her face held up at his, his grin inches from her face, mocking her.
"All right, all right!" she wailed. "I'm a lesbian."
"A cheap lesbian bitch!"
"A cheap lesbian bitch," she cried out, then broke down completely on the floor.
Curt let her go and stood over her, his eyes feasting on the white smoothness of her flesh. His cock was still hard, and he figured that she would have to do just about anything he wanted her to.
"You should learn what it's like to do it with a man," he said, "a real man. I can show you what a man looks like."
She turned her head to glance up at him and saw that he was pulling down his zipper. A bloodcurdling scream rose in her throat.
"Oh, no, you can't do that!" she moaned.
"You need a lesson," he said. "You need to be punished."
She jumped up and ran to the corner of the tiny room, trying to get away from him. But she was trapped. He could see that she was deathly afraid of his maleness.
"I'm telling you," he said, "if you don't do just what I say, I'll tell your father tonight."
She almost swooned, and dropped to her knees. "Oh, no," was all that came from her throat.
"The choice is yours," he said. "I can have you thrown out of school and who knows what else when your father gets hold of you. But I don't have to tell, I could spare you, you fuckin dyke cunt."
She was weeping bitterly now, faced with her choice. Finally she wailed loudly and started to pound her fist into her thighs with a loud fleshy slap.
"No, no, I can't, I could never do it. NO!" she cried out in a mad frenzy. "No, stay away, I don't care what happens, I won't do anything for you!"
Curt was enraged. He had played his cards right and hoped she would submit, but now he was disappointed to learn just how hard it would be to satisfy his cruel lust with the young girl. She was too terrified to look up as he let his pants fall to his ankles and stepped out of them.
He ran at her in his anger and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up and off her feet and throwing her down again. She was shaking madly in fear and pain as he pulled her up again and then dragged her over to the chair.
He sat down and pulled her body on top of his. He still wore briefs, but his thighs were bare, and the contact of her naked body with his flesh made him start in lust, his cock now as hard as ever and longing to find relief.
She was squirming madly and howling as he held her down on his lap, the wide, quivering buttocks facing up, her tits hanging over his legs and her cunt hair caressing his thighs as she fought to free herself.
"Let me go, please!" she called out.
"You need a lesson, bitch!" he replied. "You'll learn what's best, you'll pay for what you're doing to me.
He started to spank her furiously, raising his hands as high as he could and bringing them down on her soft white buttocks as hard as possible. Each shot rang out as his open palm clapped against her bare flesh, and her buttocks reddened and quivered as she wailed in agony under his blows.
"Take that, bitch!" he laughed, beating her madly now. "You'll learn, you'll beg me for cock before I'm through with you."
He spanked her again and again, his palms starting to smart in pain after all the blows as he continued to pound on her cheeks, her flesh stinging with each shot, her whole body shaking now in pain and humiliation.
"Stop it!" she barely got out between shots. "Oh, God, please, stop it!"
"Are you ready now?" he asked, reaching under her waist to pull his cock out of his briefs.
"No, not that!" she screamed.
Enraged, Curt threw her off and darted over to the table that was piled high with leather. She fell to the floor when he pushed her off his lap, and started to bolt for the corner as he left her for a moment. But there was no way out, she could never leave the room without her clothes.
He grabbed a long hard piece of thick leather, hard enough to stand almost erect when he held it in the air, and charged her as she darted towards the corner. He grabbed her in the center of the room and spun her around by the wrist, then grabbed the other wrist and held them both in one hand as she struggled madly to break free.
"You're in for it now, bitch lezy!" he spat out, holding her hands high above her head, and spinning her around at will. He swung the leather strip through the air and slashed it hard across her buttocks, and the blow resounded through the room in a crack of leather and flesh.
'Oh, shit, no, stop it, STOP IT!" she screamed. The pain of the leather was obviously more than ever she could bear.
He held her hands high up and swung again, once more bringing the leather across her buttocks and leaving a long red welt on her white flesh. Then he swung again, and slammed the belt over her thighs, and then again, across her back, as she wailed in agony.
Curt was getting carried away as he watched her buttocks quivering from each blow. He slammed the leather into her flesh again and again until her ass, back, and thighs were red and welted, and continued spinning her around by her hands as is she were a ballet dancer, swinging the leather around each time she spun.
When at last he let her go, she dropped to the floor like a pile of bricks, her body wracked with pain, unable to look at Curt's face again.
"Get up!" he barked.
"Oh no," she muttered.
He pulled her up again, and as she rose he ripped down his briefs so that when she was standing in front of him, his hand still holding her hair tightly, his cock was plainly visible to her, thick and hot and throbbing with Curt's lust.
"Now, touch it!" he shouted.
"I could never do that," she squealed. "Don't make me, I beg you!"
"It's COCK!" he shouted in her face, as if in mockery.
It worked, and she turned her head away and started to moan. The word had the same effect on her as "lesbian."
"Suck my cock, lesbian!" he grinned.
She started to tremble, her whole body shaking violently in fear and shame as she tried to struggle free. But Curt still held her hair with one hand, and every slight motion brought intense pain.
Curt could hardly wait. His cock was stiff and as hot as ever, and he could imagine already what her touch would do for him. He was determined to succeed.
"Touch it!" he shouted. "I'm telling you right now, if you don't touch it like I say I'll tell your parents what I saw here, and I'll tan the shit out of your ass with that leather, understand, lezy?"
She wailed in agony as she felt his cock brush against her naked waist. "Oh, God, don't make me, I'LL DIE!"
He pushed her down to her knees and held her there by tugging on her soft blonde hair. The leather strand still swung from his hand.
"Touch it right now!" he bellowed, pulling on her hair for added emphasis.
He pushed with his hips and drove the stiff rod into her face, and she almost retched. But she could not turn her head, and he maneuvered his hips so that the tip of his cock was brushing into her face.
"Oh, shit, NO NO NO!" she shrieked as she felt the hot flesh of his rod against her nose, against her lips, rubbing along her tender white cheeks.
"Fuck, touch it, now, now, lezy, SUCK MY COCK!" he howled in rage and impatience.
As he continued to shout, he brought the leather strip down again, and right over her back. She gasped in shock and pain, and he lunged his rod into her face again.
"Suck it!" he barked, "suck it or I'll beat you to death!"
She gasped as if she were already dying as she opened her mouth and he sliced the rod into her cavity, slipping it slowly along the wet, warm flesh of her lips.
"Suck it, bitch, you cunt lapping pussy, or you'll regret it."
He swung the leather down again, then lunged to drive his rod deeper into her mouth. The delight of her heat, of her wetness, and the sight of her helpless condition made him boil with lust, and his gism was already racing towards his cock as he lunged in and out of her mouth.
She wailed, and then gagged on his rod as he drove it into her mouth. Tears of disgust and humiliation were running down her cheeks, but she could no longer scream out. Her mouth was filled with his hot cockflesh, the cockflesh she detested so, the cockflesh she feared.
"Oh, shit, suck it," he gasped in delight.
But Curt realized suddenly that he enjoyed it even more when he could hear her moaning in pain, enjoying her touch more when she was giving it less willingly. He started to beat her on the shoulders with the tip of the leather, bringing the hide down on her flesh so often and so hard that the leather was getting warm.
She shook violently from each blow, but her mouth was still filled with his organ. She tried to howl, tried to break free, but it was in vain.
"Suck, you lezy bitch, suck my cock!" Curt wailed out in triumph, the final degradation, the ultimate humiliation of Ann now accomplished.
Suddenly he thought he heard another noise between the cracks of the belt and the muffled cries of the girl. He was brought back abruptly to reality, and realized just how much trouble he would be in if he were caught.
He listened carefully, and heard a door slam and a lock catch. IT WAS THE CUSTODIAN! He was locking the rooms, and would certainly glance in each to make sure they were empty.
In horror Curt pulled his cock out of her mouth, just as it was starting to fill with his love juice, and pulled his pants up quickly.
"Get dressed, get dressed, bitch," he barked.
She bolted to her clothes and started to dress as Curt pulled his pants up and fastened his buckle, then opened the door to peer down the hall.
Just in time, he thought, for the custodian, an old bald man, was just locking up the room next to his. He found the leather in his hand, and threw it aside.
She was pulling her blouse over her head, her jeans already covering her legs. They had made it.
"Just in time," he said. "If we would have been caught I certainly would have had to tell on you."
She didn't reply, as the custodian entered and asked them to leave. Curt walked one way down the hall, and Ann another, but they both knew they hadn't heard the last of the incident.
CHAPTER THREE
Curt paced around his apartment like a lion in a cage. He couldn't relax. All evening he had been on edge, and he knew exactly why.
The incident with Ann that afternoon had not satisfied him. He had enjoyed tormenting her, and felt as if he had gotten even with her for something. Yet the scene had not reached its ultimate conclusion, and he was still hot and bothered, and longing to relieve his itch.
If only that custodian hadn't happened upon the scene, he thought, everything would have worked out fine. He knew that he had Ann, that there was nothing she could have done to prevent him from releasing his anger on her. Now he was home, alone, and there seemed to be no way of forgetting her.
Preparing dinner would have been a waste of time, for he was sure he couldn't eat. He stopped by the large picture window in his apartment and stared out. Below he could see a good portion of the city sprawled out over the ground, stretching out to the tips of bridges in the distance. Cars and people streamed through the canyons of the street.
Curt lived in a rather fashionable apartment building in a good neighborhood, close to downtown, and the school, yet residential. At his height of twenty stories, his apartment was quiet, the racket of the city far below him. He had been living in that apartment for three years now, since the time he started working at the high school.
He found it easy to pay the rent, since he lived alone and was paid well at the school. Also, he rarely spent a great deal of money on anything. He preferred to live simply, and had few vices, few vices, that is, that would cost money.
He usually went out with a girl once or twice a week, but that didn't run into much money. He had been seeing a number of girls lately hut none of them had satisfied them.
He thought about some of them. There was Alice, she was a real tease. She always wore the sexiest blouses, the tightest pants she could pour herself into, and always spoke as if she were the most experienced girl in the world when it came to sex. But he had found out just how much of her was front, how much of a phony veneer she presented to the world, and just how much she was willing to give.
No, he thought, he didn't need her type. She was just a tease, a cock-teasing bitch. Then there was Sally, but she was even worse. She would do nothing. There was Janet, who stopped over once in a while and stayed the night, but he was getting tired of her calm, nonchalant way of making love. Curt was in the mood for adventure.
He was starting to think over his own mind, too. He knew he had been going through a lot of changed in the past few weeks, and he knew he needed a lot more now to satisfy himself.
In the past he had always been willing to take what he was given, and be thankful for it. Like any young boy, or young man, to a point, he thought that he was lucky indeed if a girl let him dip into her snatch, and he wasn't going to be the one to complain.
But now, as he grew older, he realized that the girls he made love with needed a man just as much as he needed a woman. They should be the ones to be thankful, he thought. They should be the ones to go out of their way for what he had, and be thankful for whatever they received.
But they didn't realize this, he thought. They were still the same, still demanding, still expecting him to suffer for whatever they deemed fit to give. He resented now the way a girl teased him, or the way she made him feel cheap for trying to get into her pants. It's all a game, he said to himself, and I'm sick of playing it.
He couldn't, quite put his finger on the reason for his sudden changes. Perhaps it's coming with age, he thought, age and experience. A cunt isn't the mystery it once was, he knew that, and now he wanted to do more than just empty his balls from time to time.
He knew also that the recent experiences he had had with girls, with Ann and Cissy especially, had thrilled him, thrilled him more than any of the other sessions he had had in years. He knew that he enjoyed hurting them, enjoyed watching them suffer, as much to pay them back as to gain satisfaction for himself.
It was hard to believe. But there was no denying it, he was more interested in satisfying his cruel impulses now that his sexual urges had been sated. He wanted to see his lovers scream in pain, not delight. He wanted to see them writhing in agony, not ecstasy, wanted to hear them beg not for him to go on, but so spare them. Yes, that was the way he wanted sex from now on, and that was they way he intended to get it.
But now, at home alone, how could he release the tension that had been welling up inside him for so long, the fire that the session with Ann had fanned to an incredible intensity.
He knew that he would not rest until he had done something to satisfy his drives, and he would have given anything to be back with Ann again.
But he knew that was impossible. He knew that she would never say a word to anyone about what had happened, and that if he really wanted to, he could get her alone again, using the threat of revealing her to her parents to the best advantage. But he would have to wait for that, and there was certainly no way he could get at her that night.
He thought of Cissy. No, she would not even speak to him, he was sure of that. He was sure she would hang up as soon as he called her. She was fuming mad, and deeply hurt, he suspected, by the way he had treated her the last time they were together, the time he made her scream in pain and pay for all that she had done to him, for all the times she had gone out of her way to tease him, only to leave him hanging, like the way he was hanging that night.
But this time, he decided, he wasn't going to remain hanging. He had to do something, and he would have to act soon, or it would be too late. It was already past seven.
Then he thought of Ella. At first, he had to laugh to himself, for she was the last person he wanted to make love with. Yet, there was no one else that night, and perhaps she wouldn't even be available.
He knew that she had been chasing him for three years, and that she still hadn't given up. He knew she would jump at the chance to go out with him, and that once he had her alone she would be his.
Then again, he thought, she might be teasing. Maybe she comes off strong when we're in school, but wouldn't do a thing if we were alone. The thought that she could have been leading him around all this time on false premises made Curt fuming mad. Now he not only wanted to bet at her to relieve his built-up tensions, but to get back at her. Yes, the more he thought of it, the better it sounded.
The way Curt looked at it, he couldn't go wrong. Either she wasn't kidding around, in which case she would do just about anything for him, or she had only been teasing him, in which case he would love to get a chance to get even with her sooner or later, and there was no point in putting it off when the chance could be his that night.
Yes, the decision was made. He looked up her number in the directory of teachers he had, and dialed. She must be home, he thought, she never goes out.
The phone rang only once before she picked it up. He heard her snotty, aloof voice on the other end of the line.
"Hello, who is this?"
"Ella? This is Curt, Curt Taylor," he replied.
"Curt? Is that you?"
He could sense the delighted surprise in her voice. This was the first time he had ever called her, and she was bursting with curiosity. "How are you?"
"What's up?" she asked.
"I was thinking over what you said today," Curt answered. "I thought maybe I'd take you up on that after all."
"Really? You caught me by surprise."
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Nothing," she replied.
As if I didn't know, he laughed to himself. "Why don't you come over, I was just sitting around and I could use the company."
"I'd love to," she said. "I'm pretty bored now myself."
"Then I'll see you soon?" he said, remembering that she too lived near the school.
"I'll take a cab," she said. "See you in a bit."
Curt found himself laughing when he hung up the phone. This bitch is really in for a surprise, he thought.
The seconds ticked by at an agonizingly slow pace as he waited for her to arrive. He knew what he wanted, and wasn't going to back down at the last moment. He would put her to the test, and in a way hopes she would fail, to confirm his suspicions.
He knew what he would do. He would feel her out, see what she wanted from him, and then let her have it the way he wanted to give it, the brutal way. She wouldn't dare object, he figured.
The doorbell rang, and he bolted to answer it. There she was in his doorway, smiling at him like an idiot.
"Come on in," he said.
She stepped into the living room and dropped her coat on the chair, then sat on the couch as Curt poured two glasses of wine.
"You really surprised me tonight," she said as he handed her a glass. "Why the sudden change?"
"I don't know," he grinned. "Thought we could just get together, we've been working together for so long."
Curt sat down next to her with his glass, catching a quick glimpse of her legs as she stretched them out. Her flesh was white and smooth, very smooth for her age, and her legs were quite shapely. He always thought that she was about his age, which would make her close to twenty-five.
Her dress was not a fancy one, for she obviously didn't want to give him the impression that she was out to get him and would dress up to visit. No, it was plain, but she had chosen one that revealed a small bit of the slice between her round, firm breasts, and he could see the loose flesh quivering lightly as she moved around on the couch.
He was sitting close enough to be able to get a good look at her chest, and his glance strayed down along her wide, bulging hips, around the hollow of her waist, and down along the smooth length of her thigh, which was sheathed very tightly in her dress.
Her hair was the same as always, neatly tied up with a long braid down her back, only the color changed slightly from month to month. Now it was a sort of reddish brown.
Those tits, he said to himself, I can't stop looking at them. His eyes were glued on the slice, and he longed to peer down her dress for a good look at the large, bobbing tits that had been such a source of wonder to him for three years.
She was getting comfortable, he would see that. She stretched her legs out as he returned to the couch with two more glasses of wine, and they resumed their conversation.
"I find it easy not to get attached to the girls," Curt said. "I ignore them."
"But they don't ignore you, do they?" Ella smiled, sipping from her wine.
"I think they do."
"I know they don't," she giggled. "Some of them have a crush on you."
"I think you're mistaken," he said, to egg her on. "Who, for example?"
"Well, that little blonde girl, the cute one," Ella replied.
"Ann?" Curt laughed. "That's a joke. If you only knew?"
"Knew what? I know she has a crush on you, she's always looking at you."
"And I know a lot more than you do," Curt laughed.
He could see that he had aroused her curiosity. He figured continuing the conversation might provide some means of starting the session he hoped would ensue between him and Ella.
"She likes you, believe me," Ella said. "Why don't you try her out, just talk with her, you'll see how nervous she gets."
"She'll get nervous all right," Curt chuckled, "but for another reason. She doesn't like men too much."
"What do you mean?"
Curt turned and faced her, glaring into her eyes and smiling as he replied. "Ann is a lesbian."
The woman acted shocked, but her curiosity was bubbling all over her.
"You're kidding," she said. "How could you know that?"
"Because I saw her in action," Curt replied. "I saw her with another girl, and they were making love, in the cutting room. I saw the whole thing."
The woman seemed thrilled. She curled her feet up under her after kicking off her shoes, and sat in a ball next to him on the couch. As she tossed around, her tits shook madly on her chest, and Curt's cock began to stir.
"You really saw the whole thing?" she asked. "What did they do?"
Curt leaned over closer to her and let his arm fall from the back of the couch on her shoulder. But in her state of curious excitement, she hardly noticed.
"They fooled around, and Ann was naked."
"Tell me about it," she smiled. "What did they do?"
Curt decided he wasn't going to be subtle any longer. "They fooled around, I told you. The other girl bent over on her knees and sucked on her pussy, and caressed her all over with her hands."
"Did she make a lot of noise?"
"She wailed like a baby," Curt grinned.
"Oh, dear," Ella sighed, sinking in the couch closer to Curt. "I never thought it could happen. She's such a nice girl, I don't know why."
"And you don't know how, either," Curt laughed, letting his hand fall further down over her shoulder, until his wrist was resting on the heaving pillow of her huge tits.
"Maybe they were just fooling around," Ella said.
"I doubt it," Curt replied. "I got to her admit that she was a lesbian later on."
Curt let his hand brush over her tits, and felt the incredible heat and softness of her globes. He couldn't resist reaching in, and doubted if she would stop him.
He bent over and caressed her neck and his hand came around her tit and squeezed softly. He was amazed at the softness, the flexibility of her breasts, and pressed in with his palm against the orb as he felt her hand come up between them.
"How did you get her to admit that?" she asked, pushing his hand away and pulling her neck back slightly.
Curt was fuming mad. He hated to be tossed aside, hated to have his advances brushed off as if he hadn't done anything. That bitch, he thought, she wants to find out what I did? I'll tell her. She acted so brash all the time, and now that the chance is hers, she wants to talk, not act. I should have known better.
"How did you find out?" she asked, almost annoyed that he hadn't answered.
Suddenly Curt pushed her down towards the couch and climbed on top of her brutally, pinning her to the couch and reaching in for her tits. He found them, and squeezed both in his palms as she started to struggle.
"Curt, what's got into you?" she asked. "Can't you see I don't want to go so fast. Please, get off me."
"You wanted to know what I did with Ann?" he asked, gloating in her face. She was pinned under him, and he had her where he wanted her. She could do nothing to stop him, only beat him feebly on the back if she wanted, and he couldn't have cared less if she did or not.
"Please, tell me, but get off," she complained.
The heat of her tits filled his palms. They were like balls of fire in his hands, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she tried to squirm free. But his waist lay over her thighs, and she could not even kick with her feet.
"I forced her to admit it," Curt glared.
"Please, Curt, stop it."
Curt continued to squeeze her tits. Suddenly he yanked on the globes and felt her wince in pain as he twisted it around like a doorknob.
"I'll show you what I did, as a matter of fact," he said. "You're a bitch like she is, aren't you? I wouldn't be surprised if you were a lesbian too. You're all the same, you only wanted to tease me, right? Well, now I'm going to tease you, only I don't tease lightly."
"Please, Curt, stop, you're hurting me," she wailed.
"You wanted to know?" he asked, gripping her other tit and yanking it hard. "Scream, and I'll tell you. That's what she did, she screamed!"
He ripped the front of her dress off, and her tits were both left exposed. Curt was tempted to dive right down on top of them as if he were going to eat them, as he watched them swing and bounce like jelly on her chest, the flesh smooth white, the nipples pink, very thick and long.
"Stop, stop, Curt, get off, please, not like this," she moaned, still squirming.
He held her down with his body as he reached for her nipples, gripping both of the long buds and pulling them out from her white breasts, as she howled in agony.
"You asked for it, you cheap whore," he said. "What did you want from me?"
"Please, Curt, I just don't want it to be like this, not this fast, not this hard."
"You bitch, that's the way you want it, isn't it?"
"No, get off, please."
"Admit it, you want it!" he screamed in her face, pulling her nipples out so far she could hardly speak, her body wracked with pain as he increased the pressure.
"Admit it, you want it, you want to be hurt, you want it hard and fast!"
"No, oh, shit, Curt, get OFF ME!" she wailed.
But he continued to pull on her nipples. He knew she wouldn't last much longer, and glared right in her face, his nose inches from hers as he spat out his words.
"ADMIT IT!"
"I want it!" she shrieked, as the pain took over and carried her away. She felt his body all over hers, his hands brutally assaulting her breasts, his breath on her face.
"You BITCH!" he screamed, then spit hard in her face twice as she shook her head violently.
He jumped off the couch, and she sat up quickly as if to prepare herself for what came next. In two seconds flat Curt had his belt off, the buckle end wrapped around his wrist, and the leather end dangling.
"You want it, you'll get it, bitch!" he snarled as he charged her.
She screamed loudly as he leapt at her and swung hard with the belt. The leather caught her on the shoulder, and her dress fell further down in front.
He dove at her as she reached for it, but just as he was about to grab her dress to stop her from pulling it back over her tits, he realized she was not trying to dress, but to undress. She was ripping her dress down in front.
Her tits bounced heavily on her chest as she ripped the material off and let them swing freely. She wore no bra, and her chest was bare as she stripped the dress down over her hips and along her thighs.
He couldn't wait. With all his might he swung the leather again, and the sharp tip sliced over her shoulder and down her chest, leaving a long red welt along her neck and over the bulge of her tits, crossing the circle of her nipple.
"Oh, shit, Curt," she gasped, "don't stop!"
He swung again as she savagely ripped off her dress and stood up to pull it off her legs. He swung sideways and the leather tip sliced across her neck, knocking her back on the couch, where she bounced, her tits flapping in front of her as if she were juggling.
"You cunt, you do want it, don't you!" Curt snarled. "I'll give it to you all right. You'll feel what pain is really like tonight!"
She ripped down her panties, and her buttocks quivered as he slapped them with his palm. A loud clap rang through the living room, and she gasped in pain and surprise.
Curt pushed her back down and jumped on her on the couch, then opened his zipper as she squirmed madly under him. He slapped her face twice and then started to slap her tits back and forth, hard and often, watching them bound into one another loudly, shaking as if they were about to come off her chest.
"Oh, shit, Curt!" she blurted out. "Suck on them!"
He plunged onto her chest as her tits continued to swing from his last slap, and bit into her nipple hard without even pausing to suck it. He felt the supple flesh of her tits against his lips and then hot pulsing nipple in his mouth as he bit down hard and felt his teeth sink into the spongy softness of her breasts.
"Oh, no, CURT!" she shrieked, not that!"
"Scream, cunt, scream!" he shouted, his mouth stuffed with her whole nipple and aureole as he bit harder into her flesh. "You want it, scream for it!"
"Oh, GOD!" she howled, "I can't stand it. SUCK!"
He pulled her tit out with his mouth, digging into the flesh with his teeth for a grip and then pulling outwards, and he could feel the tension in her tits as they were stretched out from her chest.
Her face was contorted in a strange grimace. He couldn't decide whether it was one of torment or bliss. She was enjoying it, he realized. She wanted it! He felt his cock hard as rock under his loose pants, as he realized he would be able to do anything he wanted to her now, anything.
He let her tits swing free, and slapped them back and forth a few times before leaping up from the couch and ripping his pants down his legs. She was still squirming in heat and rage on the couch, and turned to him just as his briefs slipped over his crotch and his thick, pulsing tool was revealed.
"Hurry," she gasped, "Curt, hurry."
Curt was still furious, furious that he was unable to make her howl in pain, but then again delighted that he had found such a willing, such an eager victim.
He stripped naked, and she started to rise from the couch as if to come to him. But Curt ran at her and pushed her back on the couch with a hard slap in the face.
"Don't move!" he shouted.
"Please, Curt, don't make me wait," she cried. "I'm so hot I can't take it any more."
"Don't MOVE!" he shouted. "Get on your knees if you want something from me."
She flew to her knees at his feet, and his cock pulsed over her head like a carrot on a stick.
"Beg me, you bitch," he snarled. "Beg me for what you want, plead with me."
He raised the leather belt over his head now, and she started to whimper as she braced for the blow. He brought the leather down over her shoulder hard, and her body shook with the force of the brutal blow.
"Please, I want it," she said. "Don't make me wait."
"Tell me you want my cock, beg me for it!" he glared down at her.
"Please, I want it!" she bawled. "Please, Curt, I want it."
"Say it," he shouted, "say it!"
"I want your COCK!" she shrieked.
Curt swung hard and the leather knocked her to the ground. She looked up in fear as he ran to the closet and pulled out a rope.
"No, not that!" she cried out.
Ella hoped from the couch and started running in panic as Curt pulled a rope out of the closet. She darted blindly out of the room, into the bedroom.
This will be even better, he said to himself, running after her. Now he could use the bed instead of the couch. In a matter of minutes he would have her totally helpless.
She was cornered in the room, and turned to face him. His cock was arched up his belly hi his heat, and she screamed when she saw the rope.
"No! I don't want to be tied, please!"
"You begged me for it, didn't you?"
"No, not that."
"You begged for my cock, you begged me to hurt you, just like all the others want to, isn't that so? You're going to get hurt, and you'll get my cock, the way I'm going to give it to you."
She screamed again as he came at her, but he grabbed her arm and swung her around, slapping her twice across the face and then dropping her on the bed.
He leapt on the bed and pinned her tightly to the mattress, then grabbed her wrist and held them in one hand as he tried to fasten the rope around her hand.
She kicked and screamed wildly as he struggled, but he had her pinned tight, and her motion only served to make the bed creak louder and louder.
"Please, anything but that, Curt," she wailed.
"Shut your mouth, cunt, you're getting what you asked for."
He managed to fasten her wrists to the end of the bed, so that she would have to lie on her belly. She bounced madly in her vain effort to escape, but Curt was determined and held her down tightly with the weight of his body.
"Squirm, you worm!" Curt snarled as he slapped her in the back of the head. "Now, you're in for it."
He grabbed her legs and spread them apart, then fastened one, despite her mad kicking, to the bedpost. Then he did the same for the other leg, leaving her bound on her belly with her legs spread wide.
He was delighted with her ass. Her buttocks were quivering madly as she bounced on the bed, but her legs were tightly tied and there was no way for her to get out. The crack of her ass was deep and wide, and her thighs and buttocks were joined by the same expanse of meaty, white flesh.
"Please, Curt, please!" she howled.
He didn't know now whether she was screaming for release, or screaming for him to hurry. But he could not leave her buttocks so white, so smooth, without punishing them, and he walked over to sit on the bed.
"Oh, Curt, oh, shit, don't hurt me, I beg you," she whimpered in fright.
"Beg all you want now, bitch!" he growled. "It won't do you a bit of good any more. You haven't got a chance."
"Beat me, Curt," she cried out. "Oh, shit, hurry!"
Curt slammed his open hand down on her large white buttocks, and her body was rocked by the force of the blow. Her buttocks were left quivering, and he felt the heat of her ass, and the softness, even during the short slap.
He slammed her again, then again, and her body continued to be jolted hard.
"Oh, that's it!" she moaned over and over again. "Don't stop, oh, Curt, give it to me."
"Take it, cunt," he laughed, "because I sure can give it."
He was delighted, in near bliss as he sat on top of her and spanked her frantically, punishing her buttocks with his open palm until they were both red and sore, and she was still howling under him for more.
Suddenly Curt had an idea, as he sat on top of her and rode the painful convulsions of her writhing body. He darted for the dresser and began rummaging through the drawers as she screamed out, feeling him leave her.
"Curt! Oh, shit, Curt, don't leave me now, not now, please!"
Curt found what he was looking for, a black leather studded dog collar. He hadn't used it since his dog had died a year ago, but now he had to have it.
He returned to the bed and sat back on top of her, and she screamed in rapture to feel his body back on top of hers, his rough, wet flesh rubbing like sandpaper against her naked white skin.
He bent over and slipped the collar in front of her neck, then yanked it backwards around the white, smooth neck, and fastened it in the back. She was collared, and he held the band tight, with his fingers against her flesh, and began pulling backwards as she began to gag.
"Oh, Curt, I can't breath!" she mumbled. But he could hardly hear her words as he pulled on the band hard and felt the studded leather digging into her soft flesh.
He began to bounce up and down on her, and he heard her grunt each time he pounded down hard. From time to time he turned around and slapped her buttocks, then moved down to her thighs and started to pound them steadily.
His cock was stiff, and pointed up at his face as he sat up on top of her. She screamed each time he struck her, and her howls were stifled by the collar around her neck.
"Take it all, bitch!" he roared with laughter, bouncing up and down and pulling on the band while he continued to slam away at her ass. "You and pulling on the band while continuing to slam away at her ass. "You cheap scum, you worm, your beggar!"
She was quivering all over in heat as she felt him brutalizing her. She felt his flesh all over her, and his hard, sure blows on her buttocks, just the way her father had spanked her. She felt his nakedness, she felt his strong hands, she felt the tension of his grip on the collar, and the pain of the leather against her flesh. She wanted to be able to move more than anything, but then again, being totally at his mercy made her even more excited. She was his, she had to do nothing, he would do it all for her.
"Oh Curt, Oh, shit, give it to me!" she shrieked when she suddenly felt his cock against her ass.
Curt had the rod in his hand, pointed downwards, and rubbed the piping-hot tip against her ass crack, then over the white, warm expanse of her buttocks.
The way she was shaking and howling, he knew she was hot, almost nearing her orgasm, in fact. She could hardly speak now, and he felt his own voice cracking in heat as he moaned out loud in triumph.
"I'm going to fuck you up the ass, whore!" he cried out. "I'm going to split you wide open!"
He lay down on top of her, without letting go of the collar around her neck, and felt his cock slip into the groove of her slice, the warm flesh of her buttocks surrounding his tool on both sides.
"Oh, fuck, it's so damn warm, and so soft!" he gasped out in bliss.
He moved his hips to rub his rod around in her crack, and felt the skin of the tool pulled along her flesh. Her buttocks wobbled as if they had a life of their own, and he could hardly breathe as he ground his pelvis on the smooth surface of her cheeks, her body still rocked with the pain of the collar.
Her voice was broken as she gasped out loud in bliss, and the sound of her heat and agony made Curt even more anxious for her. His rod was now pulsing furiously with blood, and he could wait no longer.
"Choke, cunt, choke, I'm going to slice you apart!" he shouted into her ear, then, just as she started to reply, tugged on the collar and heard her gag.
He reached under her with his free hand and grabbed one of her huge tits. They were dangling from her chest under her as she writhed upwards, and crushed under her when he slammed her onto the mattress again. He took hold of the loose hot flesh and his palms were baked in the heat of her tits.
He could feel the heat of her tits in his hand, and the tautness of her nipples pressing out against his palm. He felt the blood pulsing through the pink caps, and tugged on the whole orb as she continued to writhe in ecstasy.
His rod was poised at the entrance to her bunghole. He rubbed the hot tip in the slice of her ass, then tried to pry open the tight jaws of her asshole. But she was too tight.
He couldn't delay one moment. It was suddenly clear to him what he had to do, and he leapt off her and ran from the bed.
He returned on the run, with his electric shave-cream dispenser. She saw him flash past, but didn't yet know just what he had in mind.
"You're in for it now," he said, leaping on top of her again after plugging the appliance into the wall. "I'm going to fill you up with hot cream, bitch, right to the gills."
The appliance was shaped like a box with a snout, the long tube through which the lather was dispensed. It was about three inches long, and already piping hot as the lather inside warmed over.
He waited until the lather was red-hot, then rubbed the end of the nozzle against her buttocks, parting them with his hands to get at the pink bud of her asshole.
When she felt the hot metal against her flesh, and then on the pink softness of her bunghole, she howled at the top of her lungs and started to writhe furiously under him. But he had her pinned tightly, and she could do nothing in the way of escape, only shake and bounce his body on top of hers.
He pried open her buttocks and pressed the hot nozzle against her bunghole, then pried open the hot jaws and tried to insert the tip. But it was too wide for her channel, and he pulled it out for another shot.
This time the very tip slipped between the wet folds of her asshole, and he readied the lunge that would slice the tool up into her ass.
"Okay, you rag, I'm going to split you open right now," he shouted in her ear, then pushed with all his might and felt the nozzle bore into her channel, slicing through the tight doors of her rear love and driving on into the depths of her anus.
She shrieked at the top of her lungs when she felt the rod entering her body. The metal tube was red-hot, and she felt the tip reaching in to the furthest regions of her ass and filling it with heat.
When the nozzle was completely buried, Curt stopped pushing. The entire tube was immersed in the juices of her asshole.
"Here it comes, and it's hot as hell!" he howled in delight, then shot the first spurt of hot lather through the nozzle into her bunghole.
"Oh God, I DONT BELIEVE IT!" she howled.
The lather quickly filled up her anus and began to overflow on her buttocks, he felt the lather as it flowed from her asshole, and it was still piping hot. He could imagine that pain she was feeling, the sensation of the hot lather filling her ass as it shot hard from the red-hot nozzle.
He poured the lather in until her buttocks were covered in white, then ripped the nozzle out painfully hard. She was speechless with lust and heat as she felt her ass emptied of the hot metal.
"My cock it twice as hot as the nozzle," he told her, throwing the machine on the floor and mounting her.
"Hurry!" she whimpered. "Oh, Curt, split me open, I can't wait to feel my ass filled like that again!"
He poised the cockhead against her bunghole after caressing the jaws of her ass with his rod, then felt the lather all over his bulb, and knew the entrance would be no problem at all now.
When he pushed even slightly, he felt the tip of his rod enter the jaws of her anus. He readied his lunge, and grabbed her by the dog collar again.
With one strong lunge, he pulled her neck back sharply, forcing a grunt from her throat, and drove in with his hips, slicing hit tool right up into her anus. Her entire channel was filled with the heat of his member as he drove it in, slamming his pelvis into her buttocks hard and knocking her back down on the bed.
She shrieked in rapture as her neck was pulled and her ass stuffed with his rod. He could hardly wait, the gism soaring into his rod already as he felt his whole tool surrounded by the incredible heat of her asshole.
When he pulled back and lunged again, the rod slipped noisily into her anus again, right to the hilt. It was like trying to ride a greased pig. His cock was slick and wet with the juices of her ass and the lather, and her channel was greased so well there was hardly any friction. His rod bore in easily, and filled her anus with the whole painful length of his long, thick member.
"Oh, I can come!" she blurted out. "I can come!"
He knew he would be coming himself in a matter of moments. He started to lunge in and out at top speed, and his body slammed into hers again and again, his rod slipping in, his bush careening into her buttocks, leaving them quivering, his pelvis slamming her cheeks hard at the end of each lunge, his hand under her chest and filled with the heat of two huge tits, his other hand continually pulling on the collar and stifling her loud, agonized screams.
She began to writhe under him as if she were in the throes of death, and he knew she was about to come. He sliced his cock in and out, in ecstasy himself as he poured the pain on her and watched her drink it up greedily, and scream for more.
Suddenly his tool filled with come, and he pulled the cock back until the cockhead was left along between her wet, juicy jaws. Then he drove it in again as it burst apart and tilled her chute with his piping hot gism, the load shooting out and splashing into the channel hard.
She moaned and squirmed as she came, feeling her ass filling with his hot come, and his body brutally slamming hers into the bed. Her neck was almost bleeding now from the friction of the leather, and his body was chaffing her all over as he drove his spurting hose home.
When his balls were empty, he came to an exhausted halt on top of her, feeling her just starting to slow down the frenzied movements of her lust. He pulled on the collar again, then realized he didn't have the energy to continue any longer. He had punished her, he thought. Now he had to rest.
She lay under him without stirring, completely satisfied. Neither she nor Curt were sure the next morning just who had fallen asleep first.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ann Thomas had not spent a relaxed moment since the afternoon she had been caught with Janie in the cutting room. Every time she walked in the door, she shook with fright in the thought that perhaps Curt had called her parents since she had left, and now they knew what had happened.
She kept expecting to hear her father's bellow when she walked in the house some night. It would be a brutal scene, she knew that. Her father would be positively aghast when he learned the news, and when his shock subsided, he would be furious.
She knew how he would let his rage loose, and who would suffer. She had been through that so many times in the past. She could remember the times her father tore into her for something or other, how wild he got when he was angry, how he could hardly think straight, hardly talk, pounding furniture and walls with his bare fist.
She dreaded him. Sometimes when she was in her room and her father was angry at her mother, or else just mad at someone, she would hear him raging and pounding things, knocking over dishes, tearing through the house on a rampage, and she would shudder in fright at the idea that he might be mad at her like that.
When he was angry with her, she could do nothing but run. He could not be reasoned with, and she had learned to keep her mouth shut until it was over. But before it ended, before his rage would die down, she was sure to end up cornered in her room with her raging father coming at her, swinging.
She remembered the last time he had beaten her. She had played hooky from school, since Janie's parents were going to be out for the day and they wanted to spend the day alone. She had been seen by a teacher, when she walked Janie's dog, and her father had been notified.
The phone rang. Her heart leapt into her mouth when she heard her mother call for her father, and tell him it was Ann's school.
Then she had heard a few mumbled words of conversation, her heart beating like mad, tears of fear almost welling up in her eyes. Then there was the loud slam of the phone, and her father's first rapid footsteps. At that point she had broken down in tears, shaking in fright and curling up against the wall on her bed.
There was nothing she could do. He would be up the stairs in a few seconds. Already she heard him grunting, and then begin howling in rage at her, calling her every name he could think of in his state.
She had been crying and moaning already when her father flew into the room and ran right at her, screaming his curses. She remembered how he had grabbed her by the pajamas and pulled her right off the bed and onto the floor, slapping her brutally across the cheek as he grabbed her.
"You cheap slut!" he screamed as he threw her on the ground. "I should tear every hair out of your head, how dare you! How DARE you!"
She was screaming too as he held her by the collar and slapped her across one cheek, then the other, then the first, her head slammed back and forth with each shot. Then her pajamas had ripped, the whole front coming off in his hand, and she fell to the ground with her girlish breasts bobbing naked.
He had picked her up again, this time by her long blonde hair, and slapped her again across the face. As she tried to dodge the blow, she pulled back, and his slap came down on her chest, right on the nipple, knocking her back to the floor and leaving a wad of her hair in her father's hand.
He was still screaming when he stormed out of the room leaving her crying and shaking violently, naked from the waist up, her cheeks smarting and her head spinning from the volley of blows he had rent on her before he left.
It took him the rest of the night to cool off, and when she arrived home the next day she learned she was to be kept in for two weeks. That had sent her up to her room again crying, wishing again that she could somehow leave.
Now, the thought of what her father would do if he learned what had been going on with Janie made her shiver. It was almost too horrible to think about. If he had been so enraged over a day of hooky, what would he do if he were to learn his daughter was having a lesbian affair with her friend?
She knew how her father always warned her about what he would do if he found out she'd been having sex with a boy. If he found out that she was not only having sex, but with a girl, he would certainly lose his mind. She didn't expect to come through that one at all.
Yet, what could she do? There was no way of being sure that Mr. Taylor would not tell. She had always been careful not to risk being caught with Janie, and now she knew that staying late and taking chances in the cutting room had been a foolish idea.
She hated Curt for what he had done. Yet, he knew he still hadn't called yet. Maybe he would never tell. But she knew that he might expect more from her, once he learned just how terrified she was, and just how far she was willing to go to keep him from revealing her.
She remembered what Curt had done. Yet, somehow, that hadn't been as bad as what her father would do. No, far from it. She could go through that again, but the mere thought of her father made her shudder.
She was very nervous every day at school. She dreaded running into Curt Taylor in the halls, where he might talk to her. In class, she refused to look at him, and he didn't say a word. She knew that if he was going to try to talk to her, he would do it in the halls, and she spent all her time in the ladies room to avoid him.
She wished she had someone to talk to, someone she could trust. She had told Janie about it, but she hadn't been able to help. Ann wanted an adult to talk to, but she couldn't think of anyone.
She did consider talking to Ella Stone. They had become very close friends while they were at school, and often had lunch together. She went to the movies once in a while with the woman, and she felt she could trust her.
But she hesitated. She couldn't be sure. She did know that Ella thought she had a crush on Curt Taylor. In fact, she had asked Ann why the girl hadn't been looking at Curt the way she usually did in the lunch room, and wanted to know if anything had happened. It was almost as if Ella knew all about it.
She wished she could forget about the whole thing, but it was driving her out of her mind. Finally she decided to go to see Ella, and made an appointment to see her in her office, in the morning.
Ella was cheerful, and willing to help, as they chatted in the privacy of her office. She obviously was quite fond of the girl, and Ann knew Ella didn't have that many friends.
Ann tried to tell her what had happened, but all she could say was that she was very frightened her father might find out something, and she thought she wouldn't be able to stay at home any longer if he did.
"You can't tell me about it?" Ella asked.
"It's so hard," Ann sighed. "It's just something terrible, something that someone knows about me."
"Is that someone Curt Taylor?"
"Yes!" Ann blurted out. "How did you know?"
"He talked about something with me," she replied.
Ann turned green, but Ella laughed. "Don't worry, he hasn't told anyone else, and I won't say a word."
"Then you know?" Ann asked. "You know what happened. You know he could call up my parents any time, and what would happen to me then."
"Yes," Ella replied. "But he hasn't done anything yet."
"Do you think he will?"
"I can't be sure," Ella replied.
Actually, the woman felt sure that Curt would never tell. She knew from Curt just what the man had done to the girl after he had caught her and Janie, and Ella doubted if Curt would risk letting that cat out of the bag by reporting Ann.
Yet, Ella didn't want to tell the girl that. For some reason, she thought she might be getting Curt in trouble. She felt the best thing to do would be to talk to Curt, and tell Ann he would talk to her later and let her know how he felt about the matter. Ella felt there might be something for her to gain in the deal, as well.
"Please, talk to him if you can," Ann pleaded. "I'm so worried. Tell him I beg him not to tell, and that I won't say a word either."
"About what?" Ella asked, not to let the girl think that she knew what had happened afterwards between Curt and Ann.
"Oh. Then, nothing, just tell him what I said," Ann said nervously, getting up from her chair. "I'll talk to you later, Ella, thanks."
With that she ran out of the office, and Ella had to chuckle to herself to think how she had fooled Ann. Curt was interested indeed to learn how worried Ann was. He and Ella had lunch together, and the woman was dying to tell him, to show him how she could be of aid to him.
"She's shaking like a leaf," said Ella. "She's shitting in her pants at the thought of you telling."
"I thought she would be, but is it really that bad?"
"You should see her," Ella replied.
"I can't, she won't look at me," Curt smiled. "But I've got her good now."
"What do you plan to do?" Ella asked. "You wouldn't tell, would you?"
"Of course not," Curt laughed, "but she doesn't know that, right? Shit, there's no telling what I could get her to do."
If Ella had seen the gleam in Curt's eye a few days before, she would have been puzzled. But after the session they had had a few nights earlier that week, she knew just what he had in mind.
In fact, the idea was starting to appeal to her. She was wondering what it was like for Curt to punish her as he had done, and what it would feel like for her to try it. She knew she enjoyed the torment, but wondered if perhaps she could enjoy tormenting someone else even more. And she couldn't think of a better victim than Ann. The girl was so frail, so helpless, and so trusting. Best yet, she could never say a word.
"What have you got in mind?" she asked.
"I'd like to collect some of my reward," he grinned. "I'm doing her a favor, she should do me one."
"I can ask her to come over your house," she suggested.
"No, she would never come," Curt said. "Tell her you talked to me and that I wouldn't tell, but that you wanted to talk to her alone, to straighten her out, and you want her to come to your house. I'll be there waiting."
Ella grinned broadly. Sure, that was it. She would come fully trusting, and wouldn't she be shocked to find Curt waiting! Besides, if it would take place at her apartment, she would be sure to be around.
The girl was delighted to hear the news. She thanked Ella over and over and Ella almost laughed in her face. She even kissed Ella, and said that she would be able to relax now, that Ella had "saved her life."
Ella made her promise to come to her house that night, right after dinner. She knew Ann lived only a few blocks away. The girl assured her she would attend, thanked her a few more times, and then skipped away.
Curt was delighted also, to learn the news. He could hardly wait to get at her. Ella was one thing, but the young girl, he could never get enough of her. He could remember her body, naked, her young, girlish tits, her soft pliable buttocks. His cock was swelling already as he thought that he would have her again that night, all to himself, and this time he could be sure she would never open her mouth to turn him in.
He raced home from school and grabbed a quick bite, but he wasn't hungry. He could not wait any longer to begin the night's work, lusting for the young blonde, the young blonde at his feet.
At Ella's house he found the woman waiting also, and she too appeared to be quite anxious to start. Curt had to laugh to think that she would help him. If he tired of Ann, he could turn on Ella, as long as she was there. Perhaps he could even go at them both.
Curt was hiding in the bedroom when the doorbell rang. He could hear every word of conversation in the living room, and could even glance out once the two were sitting on the couch. He saw Ann dressed in tight jeans, and a loose blouse that did not cover her belly, but hung loosely from the bulge of her tits. Her hair was loose, and swinging as she shook her head in the conversation.
"I'm so glad," she said to Ella. "You don't know what I've been going through the past few days."
"You should have been more careful," Ella said.
"I know, but it just sort of happened in there," Ann replied.
"You could be thrown out of school, in addition to whatever your father would have done."
The girl laughed. "You don't know my father. After he got through with me, there wouldn't have been anything left to throw out."
Curt was laughing too. His cock was starting to swell at just the thought of what he would soon be doing. He could hardly wait to jump out of the bedroom and surprise the girl, but he decided to wait a bit longer, to choose just the right moment to make his appearance.
"Then you're really lucky Curt won't tell," Ella said.
"You're not kidding," Ann replied.
"You must really like Curt, then."
Ann didn't reply. Ella chuckled, and the girl looked down in her lap. "No, I don't really like him."
"You should be thankful."
"I already thanked him," Ann mumbled.
"How's that?" asked Ella.
"I'd rather not discuss it," Ann replied. "But I can tell you this, Curt isn't the way you think he is."
"I don't understand," said Ella. "I know him well. I think Curt is a very nice man, and I can't understand why you wouldn't like him, especially after what he's done for you."
"He did a lot more," Ann frowned.
"You're talking in riddles," Ella said. "Why don't you tell me what you're talking about."
Ella wanted to get the girl to admit what Curt did. That way Curt would have a reason to be mad, but the girl refused to discuss it. Ella could see that the conversation was making her uncomfortable.
"Well, I think you should thank him again, really thank him," Ella said. "When you get the chance."
"And you've got the chance right now!" Curt's voice boomed out as he stepped into the living room.
Curt saw Ann's face flush white, as if she were about to faint, when she saw him. He was furious, and ran into the living room as even Ella stood up in surprise.
"You cheap whore bitch!" Curt shouted. "You're ungrateful, that's what I think. And you were about to tell her."
"No, no, Curt, I wasn't going to tell!" she cried, standing up from the couch in terror.
Curt ran at her and slapped her hard, knocking her back on the couch. "You bitch, I should rip you apart!"
"Curt, not so fast!" Ella said, shocked at his rage.
"Shut up, you bitch!" Curt snarled. "I don't need your help. This bitch needs a lesson, a real lesson. She hasn't learned the meaning of gratitude."
"I swear I won't tell!" Ann cried, breaking down again in tears on the couch. "Please, Curt, let me go, I have to be home by nine."
Curt laughed heartily in her face. "Forget it, baby."
"My father will kill me if I'm late," she moaned.
"Too bad, bitch," Curt snapped. "I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget."
Ann bolted towards the door, screaming and crying, but Ella dove after her and brought her down on the rug. Curt was fuming mad now, and ran at her as she sat up.
"Cunt! Don't you MOVE unless I tell you, understand? From now on you're a slave, my slave."
"Please, Curt, I haven't done anything to you," Ann whimpered.
"You haven't done anything FOR me either, you ungrateful cocksucking bitch whore. I'm sick of your face, sick of your weeping, wailing face. I feel like pushing it in for you."
Ann jumped up again to run, her fear taking hold and making her lose all reason. All she could think of now was getting away from Curt, for she didn't even want to think of what he might have in mind for her now.
Curt ran after her, and grabbed her at the entrance to the bedroom. With one hard lunge he ripped the buttons off her blouse in front, leaving her tits swinging freely on her pearly white chest.
She screamed loudly when she felt her buttons pop. Curt knew she was thinking what her father would do when she came home late without any buttons on her blouse, but that would just be further punishment. He didn't care what happened to her after he was through with her.
She fell to the rug again, and Curt picked her up by the hair, pulling her blouse off completely and then grabbing her tits, one in each hand, and yanking on them brutally as she cried out in pain.
"No, no, please, I can't take any more of this!" she wailed.
"You're a slave now, understand?" Curt glared at her, still pulling on her soft, white tits.
"Please, I beg you, I'll never tell!"
"I said you're a SLAVE, bitch!" he screamed. "You understand?"
"Yes, yes!" she blurted out as he pulled harder on her tits, twisting them around like doorknobs.
Curt let her drop to the ground, then walked straight over to the closet. When Ann saw him reaching in, panic lit up her face and she bolted up, standing transfixed in horror in the middle of the room, waiting to see what cruel device the man had for her now.
"Oh, NO, not THAT!" she cried out when he turned around and she saw that he was holding a long, black whip.
"This is just what you need," Curt said. "A good whipping."
"Make her strip, Curt," Ella said, gleaming with delight and anticipation in the corner of the room.
"Take off you pants, whore," Curt said, walking towards her. "Right now."
"No, don't make me," she whimpered. "Please, oh, shit, PLEASE!"
Curt ran at her with the whip, and she slammed into the wall behind her as she started to run, cringing down as he raised the whip over her head.
"I said take them off, right now!" he bellowed. "Or else I'll whip you so hard they'll fall off."
She had no choice. The long, black leather whip was above her, ready to strike. She didn't want to feel it on her bare chest.
Curt felt his cock swelling quickly as she stripped, slipping her pants down along the length of her ivory thighs and then stepping out of them, still trembling visibly.
"The panties too," he said.
She hesitated for a moment, and he raised the whip higher as if he were about to bring it down. She quickly pulled her panties down and stepped out of them.
Now she was nude, completely nude in front of him. He could still not get over her body, the smooth, unbelievably white flesh, the long, shapely legs, the quivering thighs, the fleshy hips, the firm, ripe tits, the round, pink nipples. She was certainly too beautiful he thought, too beautiful for any girl to be.
Right now her cute round face was bathed in tears, tears of fear, tears of frustration, and fears of humiliation. It was bad enough being nude in front of Curt, but in front of Ella too? She still couldn't believe that the woman had tricked her. She would never trust her again, she would never trust anyone again as long as she lived.
"Look at you," Curt laughed mockingly. "You're a fine sight. There's nowhere to hide now, bitch. You're naked, and you're nothing but a slave here. .
"Make her bend down," Ella said, walking over. She couldn't stay on the sidelines any longer. Already her cunt was juicy with lust as she saw the naked girl and thought about what they could do to her. There was no stopping them, they could do anything they could think of.
"Kiss my feet," said Curt. "Bend over and crawl to me like a real slave."
Curt kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks and shirt. His cock was hard as diamond under his pants now.
She bent over as if she were praying, still trembling from the sight of the whip, which Curt still held above her head. She crawled over and bent down at his feet.
"Kiss them," he said. "Both of them."
She kissed his feet, and he pushed his toes hard into her face to mock her. Then Ella came over, and Ann kissed her feet as well.
"You're doing fine," Curt chortled. "Let's hear it from you, you're a slave. Tell me."
She didn't answer. She hardly had the energy perhaps, or else just couldn't stop trembling long enough to speak.
"SAY IT!" Curt shouted, bending over and screaming right in her face.
"I'm a slave," she stammered.
"MY slave," said Curt.
"I'm your slave, your slave," she corrected. "And mine too!" said Ella. "You're OUR slave!"
"I'm your slave!" Ann wailed, then curled up in a ball and began sobbing violently.
"This bitch is always crying," said Curt. "I'll give her something to cry about."
Ella was beaming with delight as she saw Curt rip down his pants and throw the whip aside. Now he was really going to start, she figured, and she could hardly wait to join in.
Curt's cock was thick and long, and quite stiff, under his tight briefs, as he pulled off his pants and threw them aside. But he left the briefs on, and grabbed Ann by the hair, pulling her up and dragging her over to the couch.
He threw her brutally on the couch, then sat down and pulled her over his lap.
"Does your father spank you?" he asked.
"No, no, he beats me," she said.
"Didn't he used to spank you?"
"Yes, all the time," she cried, trying to writhe free of his lap.
Then you must have deserved it, just like you deserve it now," Curt scowled.
"Please!" she cried out. "I haven't done a thing to you, Curt, let me go."
"That doesn't matter," he said. "You're our slave now, understand? From now on, you do exactly what we want, and everything will be all right. If you don't just say so and I'll get on the phone to your father right now."
She started to bawl, realizing that there was no way out. They could and would do anything they wanted, and she could never think of revealing them or getting back at them, for fear of her father, and what he would do when he learned about her and Janie.
Curt watched the girl's clean white buttocks quivering as she bawled and squirmed on his lap. The heat of her body was baking his crotch, her cunt pressed down on his thighs, and he raised his hands high to spank her.
"Oh, shit, Curt," Ella wailed, "give it to her HARD!"
Curt slammed down with his hand and slapped into her soft flesh, leaving a round red mark on her ass cheek, and leaving the girl howling in pain.
"Again!" shouted Ella. "Give it again, and again!"
Curt clapped his hand into her ass first on one cheek, then on the other, then back to the first again, in a rapid-fire volley of slaps. The spanking had taken the girl's breath away, for each time he struck her she gasped, and as the blows became more and more rapid, her gasps grew shorter and shorter until she could hardly breathe.
"That's it!" Ella beamed. "Oh, shit, Curt, beat her good!"
Curt continued to spank the girl until his hand was red and sore. He could imagine what her buttocks felt like. He pushed her off his lap and told her to sit down, but she remained kneeling.
"Sit!" he said. "Sit when I tell you."
"Oh, please, I can't," she cried.
She was trying to sit on the couch, but she could not stand to let her ass down, it was so sore. He laughed, and stood up over her, picking up the whip again.
"Sit down now!" he barked.
The girl was sobbing as she sat on the rug. Curt circled her and laughed, and Ella joined in the mockery as Ann closed her eyes and held her head in her hands.
Curt suddenly cracked the whip all the way across the room, and the shot rang through the apartment, shocking both Ella and Ann. But the sound shocked Ann quite a bit more.
Curt pulled the leather back and then slashed out again, the force of the snap knocking a picture right off the wall, shattering the glass loudly.
"Oh, shit, not that," Ann wailed. She couldn't believe that anyone would use the weapon on another person.
"I'm going to whip the living shit out of this tramp," said Curt. "This liar, this cheat, this ingrate, this bitch. She's really going to feel what pain is all about now."
"I can't take it," Ann moaned, then screamed loudly as she jumped up from the rug and started to run around the room.
"Stop, stand still!" Ella shouted. "I said stand still, slave, stand still."
"Let her run," Curt laughed. "Watch me knock her right on her brutalized ass."
He watched her run across the room, towards the bedroom in the back, and swung hard with the whip, aiming it for the point she was nearing. The black blur curled and snapped right at the doorway, and she ran right into it. The tip sliced across her cheek and the full force of the blow slammed into her shoulders and knocked her right to the rug.
"Great shot," Ella laughed. "You sliced her face apart,"
Curt was raging now, his rod piping hot as he saw just what the girl was going through. She was dazed, lying on the floor, moaning softly, holding her cut cheek.
"That's calmed her down," Curt said. "Maybe she's ready to give up now."
Ella walked over and stood above the girl.
"You disobeyed me."
"Please," Ann said feebly "I swear I'll never disobey again, I swear it."
"The whip did it," Curt said. "She doesn't want another shot with this."
"Give her one," Ella said, smiling in mockery as the girl looked up.
"Oh, Ella, how could you do this to me," Ann bawled. "We were friends, I trusted you."
"Shut, up," she replied. "What do you think I want with you, a little cunt punk like you? You're a fool, Ann, a big fool. You deserve nothing but humiliation."
She girl sobbed violently, unable to move. She had lost hope in everything now. There was no point in even fighting back against the two.
Curt couldn't resist using the whip again. He knew the long, red slice he could make on her white flesh, and walked around so that he was standing directly behind her, about ten feet away. The long smooth groove of her spine was facing him, disappearing into the wide dark slice of her ass.
The girl didn't expect the blow. He had quietly raised the whip and by the time he brought it down and she heard the loud clap of leather on flesh, the pain was already streaming through her body, and she was screaming. The blow knocked her forward as the leather slice down along the length of her smooth white back. A thick red lone appeared on her back immediately as she was thrust forward, ending up lying prone on the floor, howling in agony.
Ella raced over to the girl and jumped on her, sitting upon her ass and holding her head down with two hands. Curt could hardly wait to get at her now, and ripped off his briefs.
Ella was delighted, and Ann shocked, when the man stood in front of them and laughed, his hands on his hips his cock long and fat, and fully erect. The tip was gleaming and bloated, sparkling at the end with a pearly drop of lubrication, his balls hairy and taut underneath.
"Curt, get me a rope, hurry," said Ella.
Curt didn't like the idea of snapping to Ella's request, but he found a short piece of rope in the closet and brought it to her. She was still sitting up on top of the girl, as if she were riding her.
"I'm going to take her for a ride," said Ella, taking the rope from Curt and wrapping it around her neck, slipping the loose rope over her head and pulling up, Ann snapped her head back when Ella tugged, and the woman began howling in laughter.
"Ride, slave, ride" Ella howled.
Curt was too hot to handle now, as he watched the woman riding her, bouncing her whole weight up and down on top of the girl's body. Ella could feel the girl's soft, supple ass under hers, and she would see the long red welt down her back, right along the groove of her spine. The woman was getting hot herself, and wished she had taken off her clothes.
She tugged on the rope and jerked the girl's head back violently, almost snapping her neck. She bounced and tugged as if she were really riding, using the rope as the reins as she howled in laughter.
Curt could not wait any longer, though. His cock was hurting him now it was so hard, so hot, so ready to plunge into the soothing bath of the girl's tight young cunt.
"Get her up." Curt barked, "I want to fuck her. Shit! I'm going to split her right open."
Ella pulled the girl up and then let go of her, running off the bedroom.
"Please, Curt!" she called out as she ran, "wait a minute, wait for me."
Curt couldn't wait. He grabbed the girl and held her up straight shaking her violently as if he were trying to revive her. Her eyes were glazed and she could hardly stand on her two feet.
Curt thrust his crotch against her, and felt his rod brush along the soft wet hair of Ann's bush. But Ella ran out of the bedroom, holding a long, greased dildo.
"It's as slippery as a greased pig." she said, "it'll slide right in."
Curt wanted to fuck the girl and he wanted to fuck her immediately. He couldn't think of waiting another moment. Yet, he could not hold the girl up straight, she would have failed right to the rug.
But Ella had strapped the dildo on, and walked up behind her the long, thick tool gleaming with grease.
"Hold her up," Curt wailed. "Shit, I can't wait."
She threw the rope around the girl's neck and yanked it, and Ann stood on her tiptoes as she tugged hard. Then Ella pressed her body against the girl's in the back, and Curt could see that she would not fall.
He brutally spread her legs as she stood, and rubbed the tip of his engorged member along the wet lips of her cunt. Then he felt he rod slip between the pearly gates, and he thrust hard, slamming his body into hers and driving his stake deep up into her body.
Ann howled in shock and pain as she felt her cunt filled to the brim with Curt's hot organ. But then she felt the woman's hands parting her buttocks in the back, and then felt the warm, slippery tip of the dildo prying on her asshole, jaws, trying to slip it in.
"Oh, shit, no, not that" the girl cried out. The pain she was enduring, she didn't think was possible.
"Hurry," said Curt, working his cock around in her cunt, "ram it in" Split her open."
The woman twisted her round, fleshy hips around pulling her pants down along her thighs more and letting them drop to the ground. She felt the tip of the rod enter the tight jaws of the girl's bunghole, and rammed into her hard, slamming her pelvis into Ann's buttocks, and driving the rod all the way up into her tight asshole.
"Oh, shit, NO NO NO!" Ann shrieked as she felt her bunghole stuffed with the greased tool.
"It's in," the woman shouted out, starting to pull back and then lunge in again hard, splitting the tight jaws, apart and filling the long, deep channel again.
Curt felt the gism soaring as he pulled his rod out and thrust in hard. Each time he pulled back, she twisted his hips around and felt the cockhead bend around in her cunt lips, and when he thrust in hard and his cock slipped into the tight channel of her love, his body slammed into hers, and she was jolted brutally.
But just as he pulled back, she was thrust forward on the stake of his rod by the cruel lunge of Ella in the back. She was slapped back and forth between the two, like a piece of meat, and each time one of them lunged, she gasped in pain.
Curt's cock was filling with gism, and Ella was starting to tremble as she neared her orgasm.
"Oh, Curt, I'm going to come," the woman yelped.
The girl was almost faint now, as her body was jolted back and forth, her neck smarting from the rope, which the woman still held and pulled on hard, yanking Ann's head back brutally each time she thrust into her asshole.
"Oh, shit, I'm coming now," Curt howled, feeling the gism blast his cockhead fully as he slipped in out along her tight, wet canal. His balls were swinging madly into her warm white flesh.
The girl felt the rope tighten and her head snap back, then felt Curt slam into her, his hot member filling her cunt quickly. She suddenly felt the hard spurt of gism in her pussy as Curt's cock erupted and splashed into her snatch.
But just then Ella started into her orgasms, and pulled the rope even harder in her ecstasy. She writhed around in back of Ann, swirling her hips savagely, and twisting the rod around as it bore into the tunnel of her asshole.
She creamed over her own bush, feeling her pelvis flush against the girl's ass, her dildo completely buried in the tormented girl's bunghole.
Curt wound his cock around in her chute, bending it and laughing loudly as he came to a rest, watching the girls" body shaken painfully by Ella's even harder thrust, and her head pulled back again and again by the rope.
When Ella had finished her orgasm at last, she pulled the rod out of the girl's ass and let the rope fall free of her neck. Ann hit the rug like a bag of bricks, sobbing insanely now.
"Get her out of my sight" Curt scowled. "I can't stand the sight of that bitch."
Ann rose to her feet, still almost swooning, and started to pick up her clothes. Ella chucked in her face.
"You're our slave, and don't you ever forget that, bitch," Ella said.
"Get her out of here, I said," Curt complained. He was sick of Ann. He couldn't do anything to her now, anything that was still a challenge. He wanted to relax, and then get at Ella. He knew she would crave it when he started, that she wouldn't scream out for him to stop, but to work even harder.
The girl was dressed, and glanced at the clock.
"You're late," Ella laughed. "It's already ten. You won't be home until ten-thirty."
She girl started to tremble, remembering what her father would do to her when she got home. She didn't think she would be able to take it.
"Oh, please, I can't go home now." she cried, "Can't I stay here, please, I beg you, I can't leave."
Ella looked at Curt. The woman wouldn't have minded having the girl around all night. But the thought that she would rather take her chances with Curt and Ella, who had done so much to her, rather than go home to face her own father, made Ella shudder. What kind of man could he be?
"Please," Ann cried, "I can't go home."
Curt rose and walked over to her, then spit in her face and broke up laughing. "Get out, get out RIGHT NOW!"
The girl was trembling again as she started for the door. It was plain to see she would have done anything to be able to stay, to avoid facing her father.
Ann opened the door and was about to step out in the hall, when she looked back again as if to plead with Curt.
"Get out," said Curt. "You heard me, you make me sick."
The girl was clutching the loose folds of her blouse, since she had no buttons left. Ella laughed loudly as she let the room.
"Better hurry," she called out, "your father is waiting for you right now."
CHAPTER FIVE
Cissy had not forgotten about her beating, as Curt thought she had. When she didn't call, or didn't try to get even with him for a few weeks. Curt forgot about her. Curt would have loved to gel at her again, but he knew she would never come back, she had learned her lesson. He figured she had forgotten about him, and counted the session towards experience.
But the girl had not slept one night since then without dreaming of revenge. That was all that occupied her mind. She hated Curt with all the passion in her. She detested his name, hated the thought of him. She couldn't stop thinking about him, however, and how sweet her revenge could be.
She dreamed about what she could do to him. She thought of really hurting him, like with a pipe or a knife. But no, she wouldn't want to kill him, she wanted to make him suffer even more than that.
She thought want it would be like to have him tied down, completely helpless, with a whip in her hand, perhaps with metal spikes. She relished the thought of hearing him howl in agony, of making him beg for mercy and admit he was sorry he had ever laid a hand on her. She wanted him to admit that she had gotten the best of him.
But she didn't see any way that was going to be possible. She was alone, living in a one-room apartment, and she knew few people in the city. She had come to town only a year earlier, after getting fed up with her small town life, and immediately had gotten a grueling job as a secretary.
But that left her little time for herself. She was always tired, and didn't go out after work except on weekends. If only she had friends, she thought, she would get back at Curt. But besides a few girlfriends at work and few dates, she couldn't think of anyone.
She had been thinking about beating Curt for weeks, and had come to realize that she too could get great satisfaction out of tearing into him, out of beating someone mercilessly. She hadn't thought about it for years.
But she could recall when she was a teenager, and her mother always made her take care of her younger brother. How she hated that, how she hated him when she had to mind him, and how she had punished him for it.
The memories of her nights with her brother made her titter in delight, and long to do the same to someone else, especially Curt Taylor. Her brother had been about nine or ten at the time, and she was sixteen. She wanted to go out every night with her friends, but she was stuck with little Jackie, and she grew to hate him.
She remembered the way she had tormented him, pulling on his ears, slapping his face, ripping his hair out of his head when they struggled. She remembered how she used to make him pull down his pants and show his 'thing.' then slapped him hard and spanked his buttocks good until he was weeping like a baby.
But it had almost gone to far. She remembered the last time it had happened, the night she almost got herself in more trouble than she could handle.
It was a warm summer night, and she had been dying to go out with her friends. She was supposed to have a date with a certain boy she had a crush on, and they were going to the woods with a bottle of wine he was supposed to steal. She had been thinking about it all week, wondering what would happen, thinking how great it would be to fuck with the boy in the woods, to feel his cock, to let him touch her all over and beg her to let him fuck her.
But she had learned her mother was going to work late that night and she would have to stay home. No amount of pleading made any difference, she was trapped.
She had sat brooding in the kitchen after her mother had gone, and she was waiting for the first word from her brother. She didn't want to talk to him, didn't want to hear his voice, she wanted to be left alone to think.
But he had started nagging her, asking for things, then calling her names to get her mad. She had warned him, but he was such a fool, she thought, he asked for it all along.
"Please, play a game of cards with. Cissy," he'd nagged over and over again.
"I'm telling you, Jackie, shut up or I'll beat the shit out of you."
"Cissy, Cissy," he taunted, "can't go out and play with the boys."
She felt the rage sweeping through her body. He was the cause of all her troubles. She hated him. She turned and saw his stupid gloating face staring at her, and she ran after him.
She remembered the way he had laughed as he ran, thinking she was only fooling, and I he way she was gasping for breath as she chased him up the stairs, as if she couldn't wait to get hold of him.
He ran into the bedroom and slammed the door.
"Open up," she screamed, "I'll KILL you."
The boy starting crying, realizing his sister's rage, and the beating he was in for. "Please, don't hurt me, Cissy." She pushed open the door and ran at him. He raised his hands to shield his face, and she kicked upwards with all her might, the toe of her foot slamming right up between his legs and into his crotch.
He'd dropped to the floor like rock, screaming and clutching his injured crotch, and she'd ripped down his pants in her rage, punching and kicking him brutally.
When his pants were down, she'd started to spank him furiously, so hard and so long that her own hands were numb. He howled bloody murder all the while, his balls smarting like a toothache.
Then she ripped his belt out of his pants and began beating him on the ass, and then pushed his legs apart so that his small sac was exposed in the back.
"I'll teach you to fool around with me," she screamed.
"No, not there," he howled.
She swung the leather belt down and lashed across the soft white flesh of his ass, then came down hard again. The belt was a cowboy model, and the buckle was large and heavy. She reversed the belt and wrapped the leather end around her wrist, then swung down hard with the buckle.
She remembered the way his whole body and shaken like it had been jolted by electricity how his voice had been sucked clean with his breath, how the sound of the metal had echoed through the room, as she swung the buckle down and slammed it across his ass, right on his small scrotum and balls. A second blow was not necessary.
The boy hadn't been able to speak for almost an hour. She had gotten worried when he turned blue, and was about to give him artificial respiration when he came to. He never spoke to her again, and told her mother what had happened.
Hut even through she had been punished severely for what she did, she didn't regret it. As a matter of fact, when she thought of Curt. She was glad she had gotten even with men at one time in her life. But she still wanted to get back at Curt personally.
After weeks of thinking and dreaming, she suddenly was struck by wanted to get back at Curt personally.
After weeks of thinking and dreaming, she suddenly was struck by an idea. Why hadn't she thought of it sooner? But she knew she had tried not to think about Rickie since their last date, because of what had happened.
She had met Rickie on the subway, and dated him twice before that night. He was a tremendous hulk of a man, working as a laborer, and looking like it. His shoulders were massive, his arms thick as trees, and he was over six feet tall.
She wasn't attracted to big men, but Ricky had seemed so nice, almost gentle during the first two dates. But she had made the mistake of inviting him to her apartment on the third date, and he must have gotten the wrong idea.
She was also sorry she had decided to wear that low-cut dress that night. It was the shortest, most revealing dress she had, and she could recall bending over a bit more than needed during dinner, to give him a glimpse of her luscious, ripe breasts.
He had certainly gotten the wrong idea. It didn't take him more than ten minutes on the couch to be panting in lust, his hands mauling her, his kisses smothering her. She had become frightened. She had no objection of making love, but he was coming on too fast. She couldn't handle him.
He loved brutally, she could see that. She didn't want it that way. She tried to stop him, but he was like a machine wound up, unable to stop until the key in his back had stopped turning. She fought in vain.
She remembered the thick, black net of hair on his chest when he ripped off his shirt, and the strong, rippling muscles in his arms and chest. She was panting under him, and felt his hands ripping off her clothes.
"No, oh, no, please Rickie," she'd shouted. But it was no use. He was kissing her, he was trying to get her excited, but he was too brutal. She felt her body crushed under his, his hands tearing at her flesh, then his mouth ripping at her tits as he pulled them out.
She had even started to pummel his back, but that seemed to get him even more excited. He grunted and groaned, pumping her into the couch with his powerful hips.
She remembered the sight of his cock when he stripped. It was so thick, like his arms and legs were thick, and so long, so covered with veins. She'd howled in fright, but he went right one, spreading her legs brutally and then ramming his cock deep into her body.
She remembered the sensation of his cock slicing through her cunt lips, prying them open, filling her cunt completely with his hot cockflesh, ripping at her channel walls so hard she thought he would actually split her right open.
She remembered the weight of his body on top of hers, the hair in his chest, his rippling thighs as she started to pump into her cunt, his hot breath on her face as he soared towards his orgasm.
She'd fought wildly as he went on, crushed under him, her tits flattened on her chest, her flesh torn by his groping hands. Then she's felt the sudden rush of warmth through her pussy as his huge rod exploded in the first burst of come, and he jammed his rod in and out faster than ever, slapping her back and forth under him like so much raw meat.
She had been breathless and her body was racked with pain when she finished. She had thrown him out screaming, and she never called again. But now she thought, he could do her a favor. She did know he had called her office once right after the incident, and she had given word she would not speak with him.
He was the answer. He would have something to gain in the fight, she thought. If he would do her the favor of brutalizing Curt, with her there and perhaps participating, she would let Ricky do anything he wanted to her. He would be sure to jump at the chance, since Cissy knew just what a fine-looking girl she was, and how her body appealed to men.
She decided to call and arrange a meeting. She could have him show up at Curt's apartment right after she got there. She figured Curt would certainly be anxious to see her if she told him she was coming over.
Sure enough, she was right on both counts. She spoke with Ricky. She made no bones about the fact that he would be amply rewarded. In fact, she was quite explicit on the phone, and promised, in so many words, to give him the best blow-job of his life.
The man needed no convincing. His cock was stirring already when he thought of having her to himself, having the buxom, eager, willing blonde all to himself. He said he would do whatever needed doing, and added that Curt wouldn't be the first man he had beaten to a pulp.
Curt was just as anxious to help her in her plan. He said he would love to see her again, and that he was glad she wasn't mad at him. She knew he was delighted to think she may be coming back more, since she would certainly know what to expect.
She made plans to come over that night, then called Ricky and told him to arrive a little later on. She wanted him to come right in and start, she would have Curt off guard when he arrived.
Curt and Ella had been seeing a lot of one another in the past few weeks. Curt had found that even alter a number of sessions, he hadn't lost interest in her. She was unlimited in her sexual abilities, and she loved the way he worked. They had no complaints about what went on in bed.
He found she was more of an interesting person now too, as he got to know her. He felt he might even be really falling for her, but couldn't be sure. He did know that he felt more for her than any other girl he had ever gone with.
They had started to see each other regularly during the day, too. They would have lunch together, and he would often ride the bus home with her at night. They met after dinner almost every night, and had dinner together quite often.
She really liked Curt now, even more than before when she had a crush on him. She found that he was warm and somewhat considerate when they went out, and he was very interesting. But he left no doubt as to who was in charge. She knew that. He told her what was going to happen, and she did it. But she didn't mind, she too felt she was falling for Curt.
When he learned that Cissy was coming over, he told her on the phone. At first she was upset, and feared she may be interested in getting an old flame burning again. But he laughed.
"Don't worry" he said on the phone, "I can't stand that bitch. She's a real tease, just like I hate."
"Maybe she wants another lesson," he said. "I wouldn't mind giving it to her either."
"You can come over," he suggested. "That would be fine. That would show her I don't need her, and we could both make a fool out of her."
"You really hate her, Curt?"
"Sure, come over and you'll see," he laughed.
Ella had agreed to come right over, and she found herself looking forward to the confrontation. She would personally spit on her if she tried to tease her.
Curt was jubilant, He would have them both, he thought, both of the luscious dishes in his apartment at the same time. And they both knew who would be the boss. If Cissy wanted to see just how he loved, she would find out soon enough. But Curt was surprised to see how interested he was in Ella while they waited. He realized he couldn't care less if Cissy showed up, and that was a surprise. He figured he must be falling for Ella more than he had thought.
They fooled around while they waited, but Curt didn't want to spend his seed on her, he wanted to be hot and bothered when Cissy arrived. He knew that in that condition he was his sharpest, and he wanted to be sharp as a knife for the old girlfriend he detested so.
But Ella had done her best, even opening his zipper and stripping down his pants as they made out on the couch. Once he felt her hot, wet mouth around his cock, rising and falling so gracefully, her tongue licking around his bloated bulb, he knew it would be tough to stop her if she wanted to such his gism into her throat.
But the door bell had saved him, of at least his load. He pushed her head away and started to pull up his pants.
"I'll get it," he told Ella. "Just sit there on the couch, I'll let her in."
He walked to the door, and found Cissy smiling at him when he opened it. She wore a dress, a short one, with a low-cut neckline, and she was looking fine. "Come on in," he said, leading her into the living room.
She was all smiles as she strolled in, but her smile was wiped clean when she spotted Ella sitting on the couch, grinning at her as if to mock her.
"This is Ella," Curt smiled as he joined her. "And this is Cissy."
The woman sat on the chair, across from Ella. She obviously was confused. Why confused. Why did he have the girl here? This didn't seem like the old Curt Taylor. It was plain to see she resented Ella, and hated her at first sight.
"Well, what brings you her?" asked Curt.
"Curt, I told you on the phone," she stammered, "I thought we were going out or something."
"It's the something I think you're interested in," Curt laughed. "Why don't we spend a nice evening at home?"
Cissy was disturbed. She wanted to leave, but she had already set up the surprise entrance of Ricky. She would have to wait him out.
"What's the matter?" Ella smiled. "You nervous about something?"
Cissy shot Ella a hateful glance, and Curt tittered where he stood. But then he walked over and sat down next to Ella, smiling with the woman at Cissy.
"So, what brings you around?" asked Curt. "I didn't think you'd be seeing me again, alter what happened. Are you still mad about that?"
"No, of course, not, it didn't bother me," she lied.
"Then maybe we could get to know each other, I mean all three of us. We could have a good time, really we could."
"I don't know," she said. "Things seem to be a lot different."
"You mean Ella?" Curt asked. "We've been going together for a while now. She knows just what happened between us."
Cissy turned bright red.
"Every last detail," Ella smiled.
Cissy couldn't stand it any longer. Hate was rushing through her and overflowing at the mouth. "I can't stand your face," she told Ella.
Ella flushed white. "You've got some nerve, you bitch, coming in here and insulting me."
"Stay out of this," said Cissy.
"I'm in it, and I'm staying," Ella replied. "Why don't you go fuck yourself."
"You stupid bitch," said Cissy. "You haven't learned yet what he's like, have you."
"Why don't you just leave, no one wants you her," Ella gloated. "Curt doesn't want you here. He hated you."
"Is that true, Curt?" asked Cissy.
He grinned at her in mockery. "You bitch, I can't stand the sight of you."
Cissy was having second thoughts now. She wanted more than anything to run. They expected her to, to run away in humiliation and leave them laughing at her. But she would have to stay, she would have to endure their taunts. If only Ricky would arrive, she thought.
"You've got a lot of nerve to even show your face around her," said Curt.
"Why don't you go jerk off," she snapped. "I can't stand you either."
"Then why'd you come," asked Ella. "Your pussy too hot to handle."
Cissy jumped from her chair and ran at Ella, spitting venom in her face. Ella stood up when the woman spat at her, glowing with rage.
"How DARE you!" she screamed.
With one blow she knocked Cissy right off her feet. Curt saw her wind back and then shake her tits wildly as she swung with closed fist, catching the woman on the chin and knocking her back towards her chair.
"I'll tear you apart," Ella spat out.
Curt jumped up to stop her, but she was already on Cissy, tearing at her hair and ripping at her clothes. Cissy howled in terror as she felt her clothes ripped from her body, her hair being ripped from her head, her body pummeled by Ella's fists.
Curt's cock began to swell as he watched Ella rip Cissy's clothes to shreds, exposing her pearly white tits and her smooth thighs, the blonde hair on her head ruffled and disheveled by Ella as she continued to tear into her.
She pinned the woman to the ground with her knees on her shoulders, and Cissy kicked her legs madly under her. But it was no use, she was pinned tightly and she could not shield her face from the woman on top of her.
Curt walked over and ripped off her skirt. She could do nothing to stop him. She was thick and dense and wet with the sweat of fear as Curt pulled her panties down and left her nude, except for the shambles of her dress that still clung to her waist.
"You're trapped like a rat," spat Ella. "You can wiggle all you want, you won't get out."
"Give her a smack for me," Curt said. "I can't stand her face."
Ella slapped her across the face, then again on the other cheek Cissy's head was jolted back and forth by the cruel blows. Then Ella bent over and spat right in her eye, and Cissy began to howl at the top of her lungs.
"No, no, no more, let me go, please, I'll leave, let me go, Curt, make her stop!"
"Forget it," he laughed. "You're trapped, and you'll pay for the insults you gave us."
"Please, let me go," she pleaded.
Ella laughed in her face, then started to bounce up and down on top of her as Curt left the room.
"You'll be sorry you ever step foot in this apartment," Ella said. "I'm sure you won't come back this time."
"You just wait," Cissy spat back. "I'll get even with you, and a lot sooner than you think."
Curt returned from the bedroom, and Ella beamed with delight when he saw he had the enema bag.
"That'll clean her out good," she laughed. "She could use it, the slut."
"Oh no," screamed Cissy, when he had spotted the bag in his hand "Please, no!" She began kicking her legs about madly, but she felt Curt punch her in the thighs, and her legs stiffened in a cramp. She could hardly move them, and she felt him sit on her legs, pinning them to the floor. She was totally unable to move now.
Curt had filled the bag to the brim with ice-water, and he knew how the water would sting her most tender flesh. He reached in and spread her cunt lips, as she howled for mercy and tried in vain to kick free.
He slipped the tip of the tube into her cunt and pushed hard, driving the snake-like rubber up into her snatch until the bag was pressing against her cunt lips.
"I've got it all the way in," he told Ella. "It's in at least eight inches."
"Oh, shit, I can feel it, please, take it out, take it away" she cried out.
Curt felt the ice-cold water stinging his hands even through the rubber of the bag as he readied the squirt. He laughed at her face and then squeezed it hard, and felt the huge gush of water race through the tube and pour out into the depths of her cunt.
She gasped aloud in disbelief when she felt the water filling her pussy. It was all over her, her snatch was filled to the brim, and she felt faint with pain.
"She going out, Curt," Ella said.
"This'll bring her to," he replied, squeezing the bag and sending another burst of water up into her cunt.
He was right. As soon as the water began pouring into her cunt again, her whole body stiffened and she tried desperately to writhe. She could do nothing to relieve the pain, nothing but shake her head back and forth and wiggle her toes, for she was pinned tight by the two bodies.
Curt emptied the water bag into her cunt, then dismounted and ran into the bathroom as Cissy swooned.
"We're not through yet bitch," Ella mocked.
Curt returned with another bagful, but this time it was piping hot, not cold.
"This will warm you up,'" he joked.
She screamed in pain as he slipped the tube back into her cunt, as the hot metal tip of the tip burned her cunt walls. The water was so hot it was almost steam.
"Oh, shit, not that" she gasped. "You couldn't."
"Watch me," he snarled.
She howled at the top of her lungs when he first burst piping hot water filled her cunt. She had never experienced such pain in her life. She didn't think it was possible. Every last morsel of her cunt was scorched by the boiling water, and it was starting to run down her thighs and soak her bush. One drop slipped down to burn her asshole.
"She's going out again," said Ella, slapping her face to humiliate her further and try to keep her conscious.
Curt was ready to squirt again when he heard a loud knocking on the door. He cursed and raced to the door, planning on just cracking the door a slice to get rid of whoever was there. He knew there was nothing important enough to make him want to stop what lie was doing.
He asked who was there through the door, but when he received no response, he cracked the door at bit.
As soon as he poked his head out the door, Cissy began howling at the top of her lungs.
"Ricky, they're beating me, help!" she screamed.
Ella thrust her hand over her mouth, but it was too late. Ricky heard her words as the door opened, and wasted no time in barging through the door.
"What's going on here," Ricky bellowed, seeing Cissy almost naked on the floor under Ella.
Curt could see that it wouldn't be wise to tangle with the massive brute. He stepped back, noticing that Ricky was raging mad.
"Who are you?" asked Ella.
"Get out of my house," Curt added.
"I'll rip you apart," Ricky boomed. "How dare you hurt her, you cocksucker, I'll kill you."
Curt saw that the only chance he had was to rush the man. He now realized that Ricky knew Cissy, and suspected what had been arranged. And he had been foolish enough to fall for it.
He lunged at Ricky, but the big man merely sidestepped him and slammed him on the back of the neck, knocking Curt to the rug hard.
"That's it," Cissy shouted, "He's no match for you."
Ella leaped up and darted into the corner of the room. It was obvious to her that Curt was in for a beating, and she didn't want to get in the way and catch some of Ricky's rage.
Ricky stood over Curt, and Curt began to tremble as he looked up, his head smarting, and saw the huge man standing over him.
"I'm going to beat the shit out of you, boy," Ricky smiled "And I'm going to enjoy every minute of it too."
Curt saw he was trapped. He couldn't fight back, that would be futile. Yet, he didn't like the idea of standing still while Ricky tore him apart.
"Wait, Ricky, get her, get that bitch," Cissy screamed, pointing at Ella in the corner. "I want to see her scream."
Ella dropped to her knees in fright, trembling madly as Ricky glared at her. She had nowhere to run, and she knew Cissy would hold Ricky to torment her.
Ricky grabbed Curt and threw him in a chair, then strapped him in with the rope he made Cissy fetch. Curt did not try to struggled, after catching a good clout on the ear when he tried. Ricky was no man to fool with, Curt was learning that.
Meanwhile Ella trembled in the corner. It was agony to wait, to crouch in terror in the corner and now that when the man had finished tying up Curt, he was going to start beating her brutally. She was sobbing and crying bitterly, her heart racing madly.
Curt was tied up tightly, his arms behind his back and behind the chair, his legs tied to the post with his thighs spread by the angle.
Cissy walked over and spat in his face, and Curt was helpless to shield himself.
"You bastard," she spat, "you're really going to get it now. I hope you really like that bitch, because you're about to see her ripped to shreds. Believe me, Ricky can do it."
Ricky smiled in anticipation as he walked towards Ella. He liked what he saw, especially the huge tits that were quivering as she shook in fright. This was going to be easy, he thought, and fun to boot. When it was over, he could still collect his reward from Cissy.
He stood over her and glared. "You bitch, you're really going to get it. Get up."
Ella could not move. She tried to speak, but her words caught in her throat.
"I said GET UP!" Ricky bellowed, scaring her and sending her to her feet.
"Please, don't hurt me," she wept. "Curt, help me, oh, please no, don't, please."
"Make her howl, the bitch," Cissy said, standing near Curt and watching as Ricky grabbed Ella by the wrist and threw her on the couch.
She tried to hold him off, but he ripped her clothes to shreds, tearing down her blouse and leaving her tits exposed to his mauling hands. Then he ripped off her bottom and left her completely naked, shaking madly on the couch.
"That's it," Cissy shouted, "no mercy, Ricky, no mercy."
Curt couldn't bear to watch. The girl he cared for was about to be brutally raped and beaten by the huge man, and he could do nothing to stop him.
Ricky stood up and started to strip, and Ella was so shaken in her fright she could not move. She curled up on the couch, shaking madly and watched as Ricky exposed his massive, hairy chest, and then his rippling thighs and finally his thick, immense cock, his rod fully elongated, his bulb gleaming, his balls hairy and taut.
"This is going to be fun," Ricky said. "You can scream all you want, bitch, you'll just make it better for me."
"Aiiieeeehhh!!! Oh, please, let me go!!"
He pushed her down on the couch, pinning her as he mounted her, and then slapped her face in a rapid volley to simmer her down. She was howling insanely, and trying to writhe under him, but she was pinned to the couch.
His flesh was wet and rough on her nude body as he pinned her and pressed his chest on top of her tits, then thrust his crotch hard again hers, slamming her into the couch.
"Stay still, whore," he spat out, slapping her back and forth again.
Curt was almost in tears as he saw the man take his enormous cock in hand and rub it along Ella's wet cunt lips. She screamed in pain and terror as she felt the bloated cap enter he cunt and then the entire length of his huge tool slice into her pussy hard and fast.
"No, please Cissy, make him stop," Curt wailed.
"Suffer, you bastard," Cissy scowled.
Ricky was pushing Ella into the couch with his brutal lunges. Curt could hear the man grunting like an animal as he slapped his massive body into Ella's naked flesh, slamming his into the couch.
"Oh, Curt" she howled. "Oh, God, help me." Ricky was slamming his hips down with all his might, driving the whole length of his tool deep into her pussy. She was crushed under him, for he made no attempt to soften the lunges, to hold himself up at all. No, he rested all his weight on her, and slammed his body into hers at the end of each lunge.
Curt was shaking with agony as he saw her thighs spread and his hairy legs scissoring over her crotch. When he pulled back, Curt could even see the length of his thick member as he slipped it out of her cunt, and then watched it disappear back into her pussy as he rammed it home with a loud groan and grunt.
She was howling under him on horror, her cunt stuffed with his horrid cockflesh, his brutal body all over hers, his breath and his groans right in her face all the while. She could do nothing, and knew she would have to wait. When she suddenly realized that he was going to continue until her cunt was filled with his gism, she started to scream even louder in terror.
Curt struggled to free himself. The sight was too much for him, he had to escape, if not to help her, at least to take himself away from the scene. It was too brutal for him to watch any longer, he thought.
Cissy laughed in his face, spitting in his eye and then slapping him across the check, not hard, not to hurt him but to humiliate him.
"Keep your eyes open," she said. "I want you to watch every second of this."
He refused to open his eyes, and she reeled back then drove her fist right into his spread crotch, shattering his balls in pain.
"Oh, shit, no more," he blurted out.
"Keep your eyes open," she said. "If you close them again I'll slice your balls right off."
Ricky was crushing Ella almost to death. He had slipped his hands under her naked body, and was kneading the flesh of her ass as he continued to pump. But now he was pulling her up as well as pushing himself down, so that when he lunged inwards with his rod, he pulled her ass upwards, and her body was splattered into his, knocking her senseless each time he lunged.
"Oh, help me, Curt, help me, someone," she wailed, in between his quickening lunges.
Cissy laughed to hear her scream, and checked to make sure Curt had his eyes open. The man on top of her was much too busy to reply, his breath very quick now as he felt his tool surrounded by her tight wet channel again and again and his gism seeping into his staff as he moaned and groaned towards his orgasm.
"He's going to come," Cissy mocked Curt. "He's going to empty his balls in her snatch, Curt, and believe me, Ricky has some load."
Curt screamed aloud and struggled madly to free himself, but the woman only laughed, and slapped his face again. Suddenly they heard Ricky start to howl, and then watched him bound his body in Ella's harder and faster than ever before, so hard in fact that Curt couldn't believe she was remaining conscious.
Ricky groaned and lunged, pulling her ass up and slamming her hips into his. His rod sliced downward and burst open in the flood of gism, and Ella howled at the top of her lungs when she felt her cunt filling with his unwanted seed.
Cissy laughed loudly and stared at Curt in mockery as the man erupted, and Curt could do nothing but watch. Once, when he tried to close his eyes for a moment, his face as slapped very hard.
Ella was panting and wheezing like a dying horse when Ricky stopped. He lay on top of her and she began to struggle feebly to free herself, crushed and out of breath from the weight of his body.
Finally he propped himself up and slipped his rod out of her cunt, then sat up on the couch as she almost swooned with relief.
"How does it feel?" Cissy asked. "How does it feel, you bastard, to see someone you like beaten and brutalized? How does it feel now, Curt?"
He didn't reply. He couldn't bear to look in her face any longer, and tried to turn away. But she grabbed his hair and pulled his head around so that he couldn't avoid it.
"I asked you how it felt," Cissy snarled. "You fuckin creep, you had some nerve. I told you you'd regret ever paying around with me."
Ella was groaning, and Ricky leaned over and spat in her face. "Cheap bitch, didn't even put up a fight," he chuckled.
"You watched her taken care of," Cissy said. "Now, you're going to find out just what it feels like yourself, Curt. You're going to suffer like you never did before."
CHAPTER SIX
Ann Thomas listened by the door of her bedroom, trying to decide whether or not her parents were sleeping yet. She had something important to do, something very important.
"Oh, please, Daddy, I swear it, it wasn't my fault, I SWEAR it!"
"I don't want to hear any excuses from a SLUT!" he scowled in her face, shaking her violently by her blouse. "Look at this blouse."
He shook her madly and ripped the blouse off her, throwing the shreds all over the hall. She was terrified, and frozen in fear as she realized her father was even madder than usual, that he was going off the deep end.
"Oh, PLEASE, I SWEAR it!" she screamed.
He ripped the blouse off and then grabbed her by her long hair, swinging her head back and forth. When the first crack of his open palm slammed into her face, it almost knocked her senseless.
But she felt the slaps continuing. There was another, and she felt faint, and another, and another, they wouldn't stop. She thought for a moment that her father was actually in the process of beating her to death.
She couldn't believe he would slap her for so long. She had never felt such fear in her life, the fear that she was dying.
"You WHORE, you SLUT, I'LL RIP YOU TO PIECES!" he shrieked, starting to slap her head back and forth at twice the speed of before.
"Please, John, stop it, Oh, God, stop it, you're killing her!" Mrs. Thomas cried out, running to her husband.
He felt her on his arm and turned to grab her, throwing her down on the floor hard. "Stay out of this!"
"Please, John, take it easy with the girl!"
Ann realized that her father was really flying. He had never laid a hand on her mother in all his life. Now, he appeared ready to kill them both.
She remembered feeling her tits shaking back and forth as he shook her and slapped her, her naked tits swinging and her hair pulled hard by her father, back and forth. He would pull her head one way by yanking her hair, and meet her turning head with a brutal slap that would jolt her head and snap it the other way, tearing at her hair and snapping her neck hard. She felt as if she would not have any hair left when he finished.
Her mother grabbed him again, just as he knocked Ann to the ground and started to pummel her belly, chest, and ribs with his closed fist. A few loud thuds rang out as he punched her with all his might, and she felt breath sucked right out of her immediately.
When the smoke cleared, Mrs. Thomas was holding her husband, whispering calming words into his ear as if he were a racehorse. He stood with a glazed look in his eye, fuming. Ann lay on the floor gasping loudly for breath, her ribs bruised and her body black-and-blued.
She never wanted to go through that again, she knew that now. She feared her father would actually kill her soon if she made another mistake. Besides, he was intent on keeping her in the house for years, it seemed.
No, she couldn't take that. She wasn't going to be foolish enough to stay around when her father was slipping fast, almost longing to kill her. He refused to take his meals with her, and forbade her from coming downstairs when he was home. This meant that she had to flee to her room every night when he came home from work, and wait for her mother to bring her dinner. She had no TV, no radio, no stereo in her room, and there was absolutely nothing to do up there but plot revenge.
She wanted to get back at Curt. But she wasn't going to try anything, she needed him. He and Ella were the only people she thought might take care of her if she were to leave home. She knew sympathy wouldn't work on them, and figured if they were threatened, they might take her in.
She had worked out a plan, and tonight was the night. She knew it was a long shot, but anything was better than this. The way she figured, she couldn't lose.
No, if she succeeded, and the gun she was about to steal from her father scared Curt enough to stay away from her and let her stay with Ella, she would win. But she thought that what was more likely, was that Curt would call the police at the first chance he got, and she would be taken away. She would win there too.
She figured that if she were arrested for carrying the gun and threatening Ella and Curt with it, she would be taken away. Then she might have a chance to tell someone what was going on at her house.
She was sure that if she could talk to a judge, a lawyer, even a policeman, she could convince them that her father was a danger, and that if she were to remain there her life was in danger. She knew it sounded wild, but it was true. Her father was certainly going mad, she thought.
She knew where the gun was, her father had a small pistol, and a box of bullets. She had watched him load the gun many times before going off to the range, and she knew she could do it too. She would steal the gun, run off with it to Curt's apartment, and never return.
She missed Janie more than anything. She hadn't been able to see her in weeks. In fact, she hadn't seen anyone except the girls at school. Janie begged her to come to her house after class, but she would have to hurry home. Her father had told her that unless she came home right after school she was in for a beating. A delay of fifteen minutes and she would regret it.
There was no way around it, she couldn't be with Janie any more, at least not alone. To satisfy the cravings that she had every night, she had taken to masturbating, but that didn't satisfy her like Janie did. She would he naked on her bed, with the lights out, and the blanket over her legs so that she could pull them over her body if someone walked in. She knew what her father would do if he caught her masturbating. She would think of Janie while she massaged her clitoris, pretending that it was not her own hands, but Janie's light, delicate fingers fondling her most tender flesh.
She would work her fingers into her cunt, slowly and softly, tickling her clit and moving her hips around in a circular motion. Then she would add another finger, then a third, holding them together tightly to form a thick rod. She would work the fingers in and out of her cunt, trying not to make it too noisy as the digits sloshed through her juices and drove on to the depths of her pussy.
When she entered her orgasm, she would close her mouth and hold her breath so that she would not moan aloud. She knew that if her father entered the room at that moment, she was finished. She could never stop her body once she had entered her end, she would writhe helplessly on the bed even if her father was standing in the door.
She pictured what would happen. She would gasp and squirm with her fingers in her cunt as her father stood in the doorway aghast, his hand on the light, his face turning red with shock and rage. Then he would tear into her and rip her pajamas off, slapping her silly and throwing her to the floor for her cruel beating. Every time she started to come, she would think of that, and her orgasm would be a pleasureless one.
But it was all she could do. Now, she had had enough of that. She wasn't going to stand for it any longer. She listened again at the door, and heard her father snoring down the hall. It was time for her to make her move.
She stole down the hall and slipped into her father's room. There in the bottom drawer of his dresser, under a pile of clothes, she found it, and the box of bullets. She picked up the cold steel object and the bullets and slipped out of the room. She had a lot of work to do that night.
As Ann stole out of her house not far away, her tormenter was a victim. Curt was sitting in a chair, bound to the chair with rope, as Ricky left the couch and Ella, and walked towards him. Cissy was still spitting in his face, laughing at his agony.
Curt looked over at Ella. She was shattered. Her body, he figured, must have been hurting all over after the brutal rape. Her cunt was filled with Ricky's hot spunk, and her bush was damp and sticky. Her flesh was covered with sweat, and she felt as if every muscle in her body ached. She could hardly move.
But Ricky was walking over to Cut, still nude. His muscles rippled in his arms and legs.
"It's your turn now, boy," he laughed. "I'm going to whip the shit out of you."
"Anything this bastard gets he deserves," Cissy smirked. "I should tear him apart personally."
"Why don't you?" Ricky asked. "Go ahead, he's tied up and if he should get away I'll pound him out."
Cissy stood in front of Curt, He feared another devastating shot in the balls, and tried in vain to close his legs. But they were held open by the angle of his bound legs.
"All right, Curt, now the time's come to pay you back," Cissy snarled. "I'm going to strip you so that you can feel everything."
He was helpless to resist as she pulled off his shoes and socks and then pulled his pants and briefs down his legs. He felt his balls and his limp rod suddenly exposed, but also noticed a faint stirring in his balls as her hand brushed over his cock.
"Look at that," Ricky mocked. "He's getting a hard-on."
Cissy laughed and watched Curt's rod stir with a life of its own. He was helpless to stop it.
"I could get it hard for you, you bastard, and then bite it off," she laughed.
"Please, leave me alone, don't touch it," Curt pleaded. "Let's talk it over, we can get along with each other."
"That's what you say now," she scowled. "But what about when you were ripping me to shreds? Nothing I could say meant anything. You can talk all you want, I won't even listen."
"I'll get back at you," Curt snarled.
Cissy smacked him across the face twice. "You need a whipping, that's what you need. And I'm going to give it to you right now."
She found Curt's leather belt and walked back to his chair, dangling the leather in front of his face.
"See this?" she smiled. "This is going to welt you, it's going to scar you, and make you howl for mercy."
"Please, Cissy, don't do it," Curt stammered.
She stood back slightly and started to swing the belt at his naked body. He felt the sharp, hot leather slice through his flesh, ripping into him again and again as she swung madly at him.
He rocked the chair back and forth as she beat him, trying to pull free, but his body was wracked with pain over and over as she whipped him. The leather made a loud sucking sound as it blurred through the air, and then a loud clap when it snapped on his flesh. He felt the leather stroke and then worm around like a snake on his flesh, digging into his and stinging him to no end. He never thought such pain was possible.
But there was something about the pain that enticed him. He felt the leather rip over his belly, and his face, and then one lash slice down over his navel and crotch. The tip of the belt ripped over his rod and his balls, sending bolts of pain through his body, but it was somehow arousing.
He shuddered when he felt his cock rising. No, he didn't want it to happen, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. As she lashed, it continued to swell. He was feeling the leather all over him, his body numb with pain, it didn't matter any more, he was bathed in pain, in a delightful, sensuous pain.
He opened his eyes and saw the girl's naked breasts swinging back and forth madly as she reeled back and swung down on his body with the belt. But when she glanced down at his battered crotch, and noticed that his tool was swelling rapidly with lust, she stopped the beating.
"Look at that," Cissy laughed. "That turns you on, Curt? IH show you what I'll do to that."
She grabbed his cock in her hand and squeezed, and he felt the sensation of her grip thrilling him even more. But she suddenly pulled on the rod, as if she were trying to uproot it, and pain sheared his body.
"Oh, shit, stop now, please, SHIT NO!" he howled as he felt her pull hard on his sac, squeezing the balls together hard and pulling on his pole.
"I'll get rid of that!" she shouted.
Cissy began to pummel his cock, first with her hand and then with the belt, but she could not kill his erection. He felt her hand on his rod, then pulling on his balls again, and heard her screaming out insults and spitting in his face with all her hatred.
"Do you realize that Ricky could pull your cock right out of your crotch?" she said, gloating in his face. "Think of that, you'd be left with nothing, to die like a dog."
Curt glanced over at Ricky, who stood right over his shoulder, and realized that she was right. The man was immense. He would certainly pull anything he wanted to off a body, an arm perhaps. But the idea terrified Curt. No, they couldn't, the wouldn't dare try it.
"Get the bitch to suck him off," said Ricky. "That's no punishment," Cissy frowned.
"Make him suck him off and drink his gism, then spit it in his face," said Ricky. "Come here, you rag."
Ella stiffened up in fright when she heard him calling her. But he started towards her, and she immediately jumped to her feet, pain jolting her whole body.
"Suck him off," Ricky said. "And don't you dare swallow it. I want to see it on his face, understand? If I don't you're going to suck my cock and spit my gism in his face. Maybe I'll make you do both."
"Oh, please, Ricky, "Ella wailed, "don't beat me any more. I can't take it."
"Start sucking."
She dropped to her knees and put her hands on Curt's thighs. He felt her hot breath blowing on his crotch, then her giners as she took the tool in her hand and pointed it up at the ceiling. "Hurry up," Cissy said. "Get down on it!"
Curt felt her lips around his bloated cockhead, and her breath blowing hotter and closer to his bush. She licked out with her tongue and swirled it around the rim of his bulb, right where the long staff met his gleaming ball.
"Go down in it!" Ricky bellowed. NOW!"
She plunged, and Curt gasped aloud in delight as he felt his cock immersed in the hot bath of her mouth.
"Enjoy it, you bastard, because you're going to feel your gism all over your face," Cissy laughed.
She plunged again to the root, taking the length of his rod in except for the last inch, and licking around the stake as she dropped down.
"All of it!" Ricky shouted. "I want you to go all the way down and take his balls too."
She rose to the cap and sucked gently. Curt knew she was dreading her next move, when she would have to swallow his entire cock, and she was savoring the last few seconds before she plunged, licking around his cockhead with the tip of her pink tongue.
Curt watched her tongue whirling around his crown, her tits dangling loosely on her chest, her nipples pink and wide, her bush between her bent legs, dense and wet.
"Now!" Ricky howled. "Take it ALL!"
She dropped down sharply, and took the long vein-studded pole into her mouth all at once. He felt her lips caressing his bush, and then felt her twist her head slightly so that she could take the last bit of his pipe, and then lunge for his balls.
The tip of his cock was rubbing against the back of her mouth, and she felt it twist down her throat as she turned her head and pushed down further. She felt the thick, hot base of his rod slipping through her lips, and then pushed her head down and impaled it on his cock, the rod deep down her throat, as she took his balls in her mouth and tugged upwards on the sac.
He had never felt such a sensation in all his life. Suddenly not only his entire staff, but his whole crotch, balls included, were bathed in the heat and wetness of her mouth. She remained on top of the stake for a long time, sucking on his balls with her lips, and worming her tongue out to caress them, and he felt the gism racing through his groin towards his cock, ready to erupt deep into her gut.
He was moaning loudly, and Cissy suddenly realized that the pleasure he was getting would outweigh the displeasure later on. Besides, she didn't believe the woman could go down that liar, and found the sight revolting and terrifying.
"Stop it, get off him!" she yelled.
"No, no, suck it off, take it all in!" Ricky insisted.
"Please, Ricky, I can't stand watching," she replied. "Look, he's enjoying it, I want to get even with him."
"All right, bitch, take it out of your mouth," Ricky finally agreed.
She rose slowly and felt the cock slip out of the tube of her throat, then through her mouth and between her lips. She saw his rod swollen, pulsing madly like never before, his balls dangling underneath after she had dropped them.
"Oh, please, let her finish," Curt pleaded. "I'll do anything for you, just let her finish."
Curt was so hot he didn't think he would be able to survive for long without releasing his gism. If his hands had been free he would have gladly jerked off.
"Get out of my sight," Cissy snapped at Ella.
"Oh, shit, please, take off the ropes, I wont try anything, please, I have to touch it!" Curt howled.
"Take them off," Cissy said. "I want to see him jerk off, that will be the final degradation."
Ricky pulled the ropes off his legs and then unbound his hands. "One move and I'll knock you senseless," Ricky told him.
Curt reached for his cock and held it in his hand. The blood was pulsing through his rod, and he could feel the gism still in the base. He couldn't wait.
"Go ahead, jerk off, you bastard!" Cissy laughed. "You'll never forgive yourself later on, after you make a complete fool out of yourself."
"Make it snappy," Ricky added.
Curt started to pull on his rod, feeling the gism soaring towards his cockhead. He could think only of relieving the tension in his loins, of spilling his seed in a tremendous explosion of piping hot cream. After that, he didn't know what would happen, but it didn't seem to matter.
Ricky and Cissy glared in mockery as he pulled on the loose skin of his cock, jerking his balls underneath with each stroke. They knew it wouldn't take him long to dump his load, and hoped it would arch up and splash in his face as he came.
Suddenly the door burst open, and Ann ran in with her gun aimed at the chair. Curt stopped in his tracks, and Ricky turned in shock to see the young blonde standing in the doorway aiming the gun at them.
"I'll shoot, don't come near me!" Ann screamed.
"What the hell is going on here?" Ricky shouted.
Curt leapt from his chair. "Ann, put that away, please, put it away."
"Don't give me orders, Curt," she stammered. "I'll shoot, I swear it."
Ricky and Cissy backed up against the wall, terrified. "That crazy bitch's got a gun," said Ricky. "What is this?"
"Please, Ann, calm down, and give me that gun," Ella said. "Please, before someone gets hurt."
Ann thought the scene was- rather strange. She had burst in expecting to find Curt alone, but she found the apartment crowded with people, all of them nude. Now she had no idea what to do next.
"I need help," she said. "I've got to get out of my house, Ella. I can't go home again. Please, I need help, I just don't know what to do."
Ella started walking towards her, and Ann aimed the gun at her head. "Don't come any closer!"
"Please, Ann," Ella replied, jumping back, "put it away, it might go off."
"It'll go off all right, and you'll be hit," Ann said coldly.
Ricky suddenly made a motion towards her, and the gun exploded in her hand with a tremendous roar. The bullet came nowhere near Ricky or anyone else, shattering into the wall behind him, but the roar and the smoke drove Ricky back against the wall.
"Please, don't shoot!" he screamed.
The shot had taken even Ann by surprise. She hadn't really thought she would ever fire the gun. It had jolted her violently when it went off, and now she found herself holding the smoking gun, with three people backed up against the wall. Only Curt stood near her.
"I told you I'd shoot," she said.
"Please," Curt whimpered, "Take it easy and put that thing away. We can talk about it. You can stay, I swear it, just put the gun away."
Ann trained the gun on Curt. "I should blow your head off, after what you did to me."
"Oh, shit, please no," Curt wept, trembling wildly as she aimed at him. He thought that any moment she could pull the trigged and his head would be splattered like the wall.
Ann turned to Ella and aimed at her. "Or you," she said, "you deserve it too. After all the time we were friends, you did that to me."
"Please," Ella cried, almost dropping to her knees, "It was just for fun, we didn't mean any harm."
Ann was shaking, and the gun shook in her hand. Curt realized that in her condition she just might shoot one of them, and he feared that he was the most likely prospect. He knew what he was risking if he dove at her, but he couldn't wait, he couldn't take any more chanced that he could talk her out of it. The gun might go off accidentally, she was shaking so much.
She was staring at Ella, only ten feet away from Curt. Suddenly he dove at her, leaping through the air as she turned to face him.
He crashed into her as she turned the gun around to aim it at him. She screamed in terror as he crashed into her hard and knocked her down, and his hand immediately shot out to hold her wrist, keeping the gun aimed at the floor.
"Ella, grab the gun!" he shouted.
In a flash Ricky was there, ripping the gun out of her hand. But it flew from her hand and sailed across the room, skipping over the rug and bouncing against the wall, and Curt dove for it He came up holding the gun, and aimed it at Ricky. "Get back, all of you, all of you against the wall," he said, standing back himself.
Curt's cock was still stiff and throbbing. He still longed to empty his balls, in face now that he was safe he could think of nothing else.
"You're in for it now," he glowered at Ann as the girl stood against the wall. "You have some nerve scaring us like that."
"You bitch, you could have killed me," Ricky spat.
Ann was shaking like a leaf, cringing against the wall away from them all. "Please, call the police, I can't stand it any more, call the police."
"Fat chance," Curt laughed. "You're going to suffer."
"Please, oh, shit, no more," Ann cried.
"Get on your knees," Curt barked.
Ricky made a motion to leave, and Curt trained the gun on him. "Don't you move either or you'll get blown apart. I mean it."
Ricky stood next to Cissy, and both reached for their clothes. But Curt didn't care, he wanted to see Ann suffer now, and he wanted to empty his balls.
She knelt at his feet, as he ordered. "I swear I'll kill you if you lay another hand on me," she wept.
"I suppose you've got a whole arsenal," Curt laughed. "You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to call your father and tell him everything.
Then I'll just say your tale of what I'm about to do with you is fiction, an attempt to get even with me. You don't have a chance. Your father will slit your throat."
"I don't care any more," Ann said, "I'm never going back to him."
"Suck my cock," Curt ordered. "Right now."
She hesitated, and Curt grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head to his crotch. She screamed in pain as her hair was tugged out of her head, and he had to slap her to calm her down.
He thrust his cock in her face, and she closed her mouth tightly.
"Open up!" he screamed He began slapping her silly with his free hand as he held the gun in the other, then lay the gun down to hold her hair. He pulled her head into his crotch and slapped her again and again.
"Suck it!" he howled. "SUCK IT!"
Ricky dove at Curt, and both men hit the ground. One shot from Ricky's hand and Curt was sprawled out on the ground. When he opened his eyes, Cissy held the gun.
"You lose, you bastard," she laughed. "Come on, Ricky, we're leaving, with the gun."
"Oh, no, please, I can't stand it any longer, I want you to stay!" Curt bellowed.
Ricky and Cissy dressed, holding the gun on Curt. Ann was kneeling on the rug at his feet. He could do nothing but watch as Cissy and Ricky left the apartment, holding the gun on him until the door had closed.
"Those bastards!" he blurted out when they left. He felt his rage welling up, he felt his lust swelling, he felt as if he had to strike out soon or he would go out of his mind.
He turned to Ann, but the girl suddenly broke for the door. He dove after her and tripped her up, but she sprang to her feet and opened the door, then slipped out into the hall, leaving him on the rug behind her.
'You FOOL!" he screamed. "Why didn't you stop her?"
Ella didn't reply. She had been so shocked by the whole scene that she hadn't even thought of chasing the girl.
Curt was fuming mad, but his cock was still pulsing madly on his crotch. He turned to Ella, and she saw the gleam in his eye.
"Oh, no, Curt, not me!" she stammered.
"You fool, it's your fault, now I have nothing, NOTHING!"
He ran at her, and she stepped back until she was pinned against the wall. He picked up the belt as he walked toward her, and then ran full speed at her, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"I'LL TEAR YOU APART!"
He began whipping her brutally with the belt, lashing into her naked body and making her drop to the rug in agony, screaming and crying.
He whipped her hard, on the back, on the chest, on the face, and left her body covered with welts.
He grabbed the rope that had bound him to the chair, and threw it around her like a lasso. She had stood up to run and now the ropes swirled around her, and left her tied up helplessly, arms tied to her side, legs bolted together.
He pushed her on the couch and jumped on top of her, slapping her face madly and pressing his cock at her crotch.
"Oh, shit, stop it, stop IT!" she shrieked as her head was battered by his blows. She felt as if she were about to faint from the beating.
He ran for the belt, and she struggled to run. But she could hardly step, and the moment she rose from the couch, he ran at her and whipped her savagely with the belt, then knocked her back on the couch and leapt on her.
"I can't wait!" he gasped out, reaching down to slip his rod into her twat. In one smooth motion he inserted the cockhead and rammed with his hips to drive the rod in, and he moaned aloud when he felt his cock surrounded by her hot wetness.
"Oh, shit, give it to me," she blurted out. "I feel it, it's so hot, so hard!"
He started to pump in and out at lightening speed, his rod slicing noisily through her wet juices. His body crashed into hers and his balls swung into her ass as he pumped, feeling the gism seeping into his cock again.
"OH SHIT!" she howled, "ram it in, make it HURT!"
He twisted his cock around and thrust in so hard he thought he was going to split her open, his rod ramming into her cunt fast and hard, his whole body slamming into hers again and again.
She started to lunge upwards, and her hips clapped loudly into his own, her cunt bouncing upwards over the incoming stake.
"I feel it coming!" he howled, slapping her face again and again and hearing with delight her loud, sensual screams of agony and pain.
But she was coming too, and coming quickly. She lunged up and was knocked back hard with his thrusts, and her cunt was stuffed once more with his burning cockflesh.
"I'm COMING!" she shrieked. "Don't stop, please, give it to me!"
He felt his gism swelling his cockhead, the cap bloated as he pulled it out and felt it trapped between the tight lips of her cunt. But at the last minute, he pulled the tool out sharply and left her writhing in agony.
"Oh, Curt, stick it in!" she howled. "Please, I NEED it!"
"I'll make you suffer first, " he smiled in mockery. "Tell me how much you need it."
He rose from her squirming body and stood up next to her. Her face was contorted in pain and lust. He would fuck her, he would fill her cunt up with his hot spunk until she couldn't take it any longer. But first, he would make her suffer.
He untied her quickly, then commanded her to rise. She was just starting to simmer down, but still her breath was short and her eyes glassy.
"I'm going to fuck you up the ass," he smiled.
"Oh, no, Curt, that hurts so much!" she whimpered.
"Shut up," he spat, already heading for the bathroom.
When she heard him open the medicine cabinet, she began shaking with fear. "Oh, no, please, not that!" she howled, running into the bathroom. She dropped on her knees on the cold tile. "Please, Curt, I beg you, don't make me do it."
He laughed in her face, then pulled the small jar of lubricant from the medicine cabinet. Her eyes glowed in fear when she saw the familiar looking jar.
"Come with he," he said, grabbing her hair and dragging her along the floor back to the living room.
"I'm going to make you put it on too," he grinned, releasing her hair when he had left her in the middle of the living room.
"Oh, no, please, no more," she cried.
"Do it," he said. "You're my slave, and I want you to grease my cock."
She looked up as if to beg him again not to torture her. But he only glared back.
"You heard me, now do it or I'll beat the living shit out of you," he said.
She took the jar and unscrewed the lid. Curt's cock was still thick and hard, waiting for her caress as it pulsed over her body.
She dipped into the jar and scooped out a huge glob of the jelly-like grease. First she rubbed it over her palms, then gripped his tool and began stroking it, rubbing the grease in carefully and making sure to cover the head.
"Grease it good," he purred.
She covered the tool carefully with grease, leaving it glistening and slippery. Her hand slipped easily along the shaft and over the rim of his cockhead as she massaged the grease into his flesh well.
"Grease my balls too."
She gripped the dangling globes and worked the grease into the hairy flesh. He felt his body seized with a convulsive shudder as his balls were tossed back and forth in her fingers, his rod now pulsing madly above her head.
"That's perfect," he said. "Now, lie on the rug.
She lay out on her back, her eyes imploring and wide.
"On your BELLY!" he said.
"Please, Curt, fuck me, oh, I'll make it so good, I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
"You heard me," he said calmly.
"Please, I beg you!" she wept.
Curt was losing patience. His cock was so hard he thought it might burst. He could wait no longer to plunge his burning stalk into the hot tight caress of her asshole.
"I said get over," he screamed, kicking his foot into the soft flesh of her waist.
She flipped over quickly. Before she could change her mind, he dove on her and pinned her tightly to the rug, his cock resting snuggly in the warm groove of her ass.
"No, no, please!" she cried out in desperation as she felt Curt spreading her huge buttocks and rubbing the hot tip of his pole against the long, warm slice of her ass.
But Curt could think of nothing but her tight channel. Moving the tip back to the puckered jaws, he spread her buttocks as wide as he could and watched the pink jaws open slightly.
He fit the tip into the small opening, and then, holding her down with his thighs and arms, thrust hard to drive the hot pipe up into her cavity.
"Oh, good GOD!" she shrieked in agony as the long, fat rod bore easily through her tight jaws and up deeply into her hot chute.
"Oh, you're so tight!" he moaned as he felt the wet walls of her bunghole caressing his burning cockflesh.
He pumped until the rod was fully inside her, his bush caressing her soft buttocks. When he twisted his hips slightly and the rod began churning around in her asshole, she let out a raspy groan and began flailing her arms wildly.
"No, no more," she bawled. "I can't stand the pain, please, don't do it any more!"
"I'm going to fuck the ass off you," he said, still grinding his hips around slowly.
When he pulled back and felt the tightness of her chute caressing his retreating member, she groaned once in relief. But the groan changed quickly to a howl of agony as he rammed the rod back into her sharply and felt it bore to the very ends of her long tunnel.
He began to pump hard and quick into her body. Her back was soft and warm under his chest as their bodies met, and he reached under her to fondle her crushed tits.
Now, he was able to yank her backwards by pushing up on her tits, and slammed his body down into hers even harder. His flesh slapped hard into hers, and as he pulled her backwards, the force of the collision was enough to knock the wind out of her and send her reeling back into the rug.
"STOP IT!" she wailed.
"Suffer," he replied, still pumping steadily.
"I want to hear you scream in pain, you understand that? The more you scream the better, so scream, scream all you want. I'm going to make you wish you never met me."
"No, never!" she howled.
"SCREAM!" he spat into her neck.
She screamed at the top of her lungs as he drove the hot poker into her bunghole. Her body was flailing like a whale under him, her breath gone as she continued to howl at the slightest movement of his hips.
Curt wanted the pleasure to last forever. He never wanted to spill his seed, he wanted to stay inside her for the rest of his life, feeling her tight wet flesh locking his pipe in a hot caress, feeling her soft body quivering under him, hearing her scream loudly in utter torment.
The rod slipped easily in and out of her channel, well greased by the lubrication and the juices of her asshole. He could feel the cockhead reaching into the deep regions of her body, pressing in against her hard.
She wailed like a baby with each lunge. He feared she might pass out from the agony, but he could not think of stopping. He could not think of ever stopping until his spunk had filled her to the brim.
Suddenly she changed her tune. Instead of howling in pain, he found her wailing in bliss. Each inward lunge of his bold stake brought a loud whimper, then a short shriek, as she felt her channel stuffed fully again and again. She was shaking with ecstasy, a violent spasm shaking her every muscle as he fucked her.
"You love it," he said.
"Oh, yes," she muttered.
"You fucking cheap whore bitch," he spat out, trying to ram his rod even harder and faster into her body, "you love every minute of it don't you? Don't you, admit it!"
"Yes, it's true!" she cried, thrusting her hips to the rug, then bounding her buttocks back at his down-coming stalk. Their flesh clapped together loudly. They were both bathed in sweat.
"I'll make it hurt," he said.
"Please, do it!" she wailed. "I want pain, Curt, I want you to OWN me! Oh, please Curt, make it hurt, make me feel it."
He began thrusting with all his might. The harder he thrust, the more pain sheared her body, the louder she wailed in delight. He was going out of his mind with frantic lust. He realized he could no longer hurt her, that he would only please her. The idea didn't sound bad.
Here's a girl I could get along with, he thought. He knew there was nothing, nothing at all any more that could give him the delight he got from torturing a woman. But he also realized that if he continued his games, sooner or later he could get caught. In fact, it was almost inevitable. Already, Ann had tried to get even.
And he had suffered cruelly at Ricky's hands.
No, he might do better, he thought, to stay with Ella. There was no limit to what they might do, no limit to the nights of pleasure, the nights of pain they might share. This was just the beginning. From now on, he thought, I'm going to make her feel pain every moment she's with me.
But Ella was still whirling her hips around furiously under him. She couldn't get enough. He realized he would have a tough time hurting her now that her asshole was so well greased. But he had an idea.
Yes, the more she wants it, the more shell howl in agony when I take it away. So, he began thrusting into her like he had never done before, twisting his cock around inside her and thrusting his hips against her buttocks, bending the rod around hard in her channel and then slicing it up into her at lightening speed.
She was squirming in agony and bliss under him, her body shaking with a wild fury. She felt the rod slice easily through her tight jaws and then wind down the long, tight channel of her asshole, until he was pressing against the innermost regions of her body.
"Harder!" she screamed.
He pumped harder, but still she squirmed in pain and delight and begged for more.
"Harder!" she moaned. "Fuck me harder and faster, Curt, make me feel it!"
Curt was already fucking her as fast as he could. She was nearing her breaking point. Something had to give.
Suddenly he felt her contract her sphincter sharply. Her tight channel gripped his cock in a hot caress. She had tightened her chute and was pulling his root into her as if she were trying to uproot it.
"Oh, good GOD!" he blurted out.
"Harder," she screamed.
"I can't believe it!" he moaned.
Her asshole held him tightly, sucking the rod into her body with a strong vise-like grip. He could feel the straining at his root, the suction of her asshole pulling his cock out violently.
He could hardly breathe. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. His whole body was shaking, his breath was very short, sweat poured over his body. His cock was clenched in the tightest caress he'd ever felt as she sucked him down into her winding channel.
She was groaning under the weight of his body, her whole body jolted hard each time he pumped inward. Her flesh too was soaked in sweat, her breath short, her body writhing. Already she could feel the orgasm approaching, and there was nothing in the world that could have made her stop.
But Curt too knew that she was nearing her end. He wanted to wait until she was just ready to enter her violent climax, and then take away the poker that was stoking her flame.
He wouldn't have long to wait, he realized. Already she was gasping like a dying animal, sucking his rod in like never before. To tease her even more, she began pulling his body upwards so that the immersed tool would bend against the tender walls of her asshole.
"I live it!" she wailed.
"You're coming."
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, soon," she cried out.
"I'm going to pull it out at the last minute," he laughed.
"Oh, shit, no, Curt, you WOULDN'T!"
He thrust into her a few more times, waiting until she was just starting to gasp for final breath. He pulled his rod out, then rammed it into her harder than ever, jolting her whole body and knocking her savagely to the rug again.
"Here it comes," she cried out. "Oh, shit, it's like nothing else ..."
He lunged in again just as she started to writhe more furiously, then pulled back and slipped the rod out of her asshole completely.
"NO!" she wept. "PLEASE PUT IT BACK!"
He laughed loudly in her face, leaning down and holding his cock away from her swirling buttocks. His gism too had neared his cock, and the rod was pulsing as if it were about to burst open any minute.
She was weeping bitterly in pain and frustration under him. Her asshole oozed with grease. He let her howl and beg, waiting to ram his cock into her again.
"Please, Curt, I'll do anything for you," she said. "I swear it, I'll do anything you want. Just fuck me, fuck me now like you've never fucked me before."
"You're selfish," he chuckled. "You're just like all the other bitches, you're only interested in satisfying yourself."
"I'll satisfy you later," she promised. "Oh, you wont believe how I'll satisfy you. Just fuck me now, please, Curt, I need it."
"You're not worth shit," he said. "Admit it, tell me you're nothing but a cheap whore."
"Please, fuck me!"
"SAY IT!"
"I'm a cheap whore," she screamed. "I'll say anything, but please, Curt, fuck me!"
Curt rubbed the tip of his cock along the wet jaws of her asshole again, but did not stick it in. He could feel her buttocks contracting in anticipation as she waited and longed for her channel to be stuffed again.
But Curt had other ideas. He suddenly pulled her thighs apart, and thrust his cock down under her spread cunt lips, he felt them dripping with an eager nectar.
"Oh, yes, do it!" she bawled.
He spread her cunt lips and drove his rod easily through them into the tight heat of her cunt. She groaned and sighed as she felt her chute stuffed to the brim with piping-hot cockflesh.
He lunged again, then pulled back, then drove his battering ram back into her body. She was wiling and squirming under him, her orgasm nearing already.
He felt her cunt begin to contract, just like her asshole. It too was pulling his cock inward, almost uprooting the trunk as she gripped it tightly in a desperate caress. He wasn't going to stop this time, no, this time he would fill her canal to the brim with burning spunk.
She couldn't writhe fast enough to satisfy him. He wanted her to swim under him. He started to ram his cock into her body harder and harder, bounding his pelvis into her soft, tender buttocks, reaching under her again and gripping her molten tits and pulling her back sharply each time he lunged hard and filled her again.
Gism was shooting through his rod. He pumped faster and faster as she began to suck in the rod with even more strength. Their bodies were soaked with sweat, flailing madly on the rug, the sound of cockflesh slicing quickly through wet cunt loud in their ears. They were both panting loudly.
"I'm going to come again," she said.
"This time it's all the way," he said, twisting his cock around inside her and pressing his body into hers again.
"Oh, Curt," she wailed, "I LOVE YOU!"
A tremor seized her body. She was very near. He began pulling her tits back hard, digging his nails into her soft nipples. But the pain only made her writhe more and scream louder as they both neared their furious end.
He bent the rod around, and felt it sucked into her by the grip of her tight vagina. He pulled back and shook her and pinched her tits, but she continued to soar upwards towards her end.
The crown of the immersed stake suddenly bloated fully with gism. He could wait no longer. He felt her just starting to shake in the first throes of her orgasm, and decided to let loose and fill her to the brim with scalding seed.
She was screaming at the top of her lungs. "I FEEL it, it's HERE!"
"And here it is," he screamed himself as the gism swelled inside her and prepared to spurt cleanly into her wet chute.
He found it difficult to breathe as he pulled back the rod, twisted it around inside her, and felt the ball straining to burst open. He twisted it around in the lips of her cunt. Then he rammed it back in hard just as it exploded into her snatch with a hot spurt of his long-awaited gism.
"I feel it!" she screamed. "It's hot! Oh shit, I'M COMING TOO!"
She entered her orgasm with a howl, and he lunged in as fast as he could as his cock spurted deep into her creaming cunt.
"I'M COMING FOREVER!" he moaned, as his cock shot its spunk again and again. He felt as if his rod would continue spurting forever, as if his load was unlimited.
When the brutal session was over, she felt her body bruised all over by his lunges, and her cunt filled to the brim with his gism and her own cream.
He came to rest on top of her and felt his cock swimming in her pussy, and let out a loud sigh of relief.
"I couldn't believe it, how hot I was," he said.
"Me too," she sighed. "What's going to happen now?"
"Who knows?" he replied. "Let them all go to hell. We don't need them."
"Ann will get what's coming to her."
"You can bet on that," said Curt. "And Ricky will beat the living shit out of Cissy when they make love."
"What about us?" she asked. "Now what?"
"I'm not sure," Curt said. "But I think we could learn to get along really well together. Yeah, that's what I want now, just you. I want you to be my slave."
"Oh, I will, Curt," she smiled. "I'll do anything you want, anything at all."
"That's what I like to hear," he said, feeling his cock stirring slightly inside her body. Her flesh was glowing under his, her massive tits heaving.
"I'll make you happy," she said. "Just give me a chance."
Curt didn't need any convincing. "Well, I guess it's sure worth a try," he laughed. "You learn quickly."
"You know, that was fun," Cissy smiled at Ricky as the car drifted slowly down the street. " I never thought I would be able to get enjoyment out of it, but, wow, it really turned me on."
"That's right, baby," Ricky smiled. "If that little whore hadn't burst in we would have really got something going."
"Speak of the devil."
The headlights played over the empty street, but at the end of the block they could barely make out the figure of a young girl walking slowly in the cold night.
"It's her," Cissy said. "She must have gotten away."
Ricky accelerated down the street. Ann, suspecting nothing, continued walking slowly until the car pulled up beside her.
"Hey, bitch, come here!" Ricky called out.
Ann turned, but the headlights blinded her. She was shivering. Ricky opened the door and ran towards her.
"Get away from me!" she shouted.
"Calm down," Ricky smiled, "we'll take you home."
She frowned. "I can't go home."
"Sure you can. Come on, hop in, well explain everything to you parents."
"They'll kill me."
"Well lie."
"I don't know," she frowned again, stepping back.
"You can't stay out all night, you'll freeze," Ricky said. "Come on, it's late."
Cissy's eyes were gleaming with joy as Ricky led the girl back to the car and helped her in the back seat. Hoping in again, Ricky sped off down the street.
"It's nice of you to help out," Ann sighed. "Think nothing of it," Cissy grinned, winking at Ricky.
After what seemed like a long drive, Ann was almost sleeping in the back seat when the car stopped. Jumping up, she looked out the window and found the neighborhood unfamiliar.
"We're home," Cissy turned and smiled.
"This isn't my house," Ann said worriedly.
"No, but it's ours," Ricky grinned.
"Oh no!"
"You can't go home at this hour," Cissy explained. "Come on in and spend the night. Well take you home in the morning."
Ann had little choice. She was cold, tired, and had no idea where she was at the moment.
She followed Ricky and Cissy into an apartment building, rode silently up in the elevator, and dropped down on the couch when they entered the apartment.
"Don't get too comfortable, bitch," Ricky grinned. "You ain't going to sleep just yet."
Ann stood up. "You're not going I to hurt me, are you? Oh, not again."
Cissy's coat was off. "Shut up, you don't have a leg to stand on. We're going to teach you a few things, right now."
Ricky stood near the couch and stripped off his shirt. Muscles rippled on his wide, hard back. "Take off your clothes, you'll feel more comfortable."
Ann broke for the door, but Ricky stuck out his foot and brought her crashing to the rug. Reaching down, he gripped the back of her blouse and with one strong yank ripped it in two.
"Oh, look what you've done!" Ann screamed.
"That settles it," Ricky said. "You can't go home like that."
"School is starting," Cissy smiled, reaching back to undo her bra strap. "You're going to be a good student, aren't you?"
Ann's head was reeling. -She didn't believe anyone could go through so much in one night. I should have stayed home, she thought, anything is better than this. Even her father. She knew that if and when he got hold of her again, after she had spent the night away, he would surely do her in. She didn't expect to see daylight again for a long while.
But there were other things on her mind at the moment, namely, the bare, quivering body of Cissy, and the hard, naked body of Ricky as they stood around her hands on hips and glared mockingly at her.
"Now you listen to me," Cissy said sternly. "You're name is Ann Thomas. We know that. It won't be hard to find your phone number. And we know what you've been through. The choice is yours. Either you strip right now and submit to us, or I get on the phone and call your father. I'll tell him you came over here with a gun, his gun, most likely, and tried to get Ricky to fuck you."
"You wouldn't!" she shrieked. "Watch me."
She went to the phone book. Ricky stood over the girl, his thick stalk rock-hard under his briefs, to make sure she didn't break for the door.
"What street do you live on?" Cissy asked.
"I'll never tell you," Ann glared.
"Oh no?" Ricky reached down and grabbed her by the neck, picking her right up off the floor and holding her in the air. She gagged madly for breath as he choked her. "What street, baby?"
"No," she gagged.
"WHAT STREET?" Ricky screamed, slapping her savagely across the face with the back of his other hand. She was turning red with lack of breath. "ALVIN!" she tried to scream.
Ricky dropped the frail girl to the rug, where she lay with her hands around her bruised neck, trying to regain her breath.
"Here it is," Cissy announced, finger in the phone book. "I've got the number."
"Your choice, baby," Ricky said.
"No, I won't do anything, I've had it!" Ann cried.
"Here goes," Cissy shrugged, starting to dial.
Ann stared at the woman in total disbelief. She wouldn't. She couldn't. But she was. Right now, she thought, the phone is ringing in my house. My father is awake. Oh, shit, what can I do?
"Make up your mind," Cissy said. "Any second now I'm going to seal your doom."
The girl was trembling madly. "Please, don't tell him!"
"Submit," Cissy smiled.
"I can't!"
"Hello, is this Mr. Thomas?"
"I WILL!" Ann screamed. Cissy slammed down the phone. "Wise decision. I wasn't bluffing."
"All right, baby, let's get going," Ricky said, stripping down his briefs and letting his thick, enflamed tool snap upwards on his belly, fully erect.
Ann howled in utter fear as she saw the huge member before her face. "Oh, don't make me."
"I want her to suck on my pussy," Cissy said. "You heard her, "Ricky smiled. "Take off those clothes and start lapping."
The girl stood up and glared back. But when Cissy walked towards the phone again, she began removing her shredded clothes. By the time she was naked, Ricky's cock was puking with an even greater lust, as he stared in delight at the girl's white, bare flesh.
"Over here, darling," Cissy said, sitting on the couch and spreading her naked thighs. "It better be good, too."
The girl walked sheepishly to the woman, knelt down between her parted thighs, and dropped her hands to her body. Under her, Cissy's wide, pink cunt lips were glistening in anticipation.
"Dive in, dear," Cissy smirked.
The girl bent her head slowly, smelling the strong aroma of the woman's needing cunt. When her lips brushed against her thick, wet hair, she pulled back, but Cissy pulled her head in again and locked her tightly between her thighs.
The girl had no choice but to suck. Her lips caressed the wet red lips, then her tongue edged out and nudged her swollen clitoris.
"Oh, that's it, baby, that's beautiful," Cissy beamed, lolling her head back to savor the girl's careful caress.
Ann ate steadily on Cissy's pussy, parting her oozing flaps and sucking the trembling bud of her clit into her mouth. Cissy shook with delight, thrusting her hips upwards into Ann's face and moaning loudly as she felt the girl's probing tongue slipping between her cunt lips and entering the tight channel of her pussy.
Ann's only thought was to avoid pain. She had had enough. I'll do anything they want, she said to herself, drinking in Cissy's ample cunt juice, as long as they don't hurt me. I'll be their slave if they want, as long as I stay away from my father, and as long as I can please them without enraging Ricky.
Ricky's only thoughts, however, were of the white, shimmering flesh of the young girl kneeling between Cissy's fleshy gams. His cock was throbbing so furiously he thought he couldn't wait another moment. If Cissy doesn't come soon, I'll have to interrupt, he thought.
But it did not take long before Cissy began bucking her hips and screaming madly, flying into her orgasm with a wild shriek. Still the girl sucked, wanting only to please her, lapping furiously at her love juice and ripping her clit out from her face greedily.
"That's enough, baby," Ricky said, as soon as Cissy started to slow her convulsions. "Over here now, and hurry."
Ann went willingly to Ricky, and knelt at his feet. "Just don't hit me," she begged. "I'll do anything."
"Suck on my asshole," Ricky glared down at her.
Ann retched, but obeyed. Kneeling under Ricky's spread legs she reached up and parted his buttocks, then lapped delicately along his slice until she felt his whole body trembling in delight.
"Wonderful, baby, wonderful!" Ricky sighed. "Your breath is just so warm, and that tongue!"
"She's fantastic," Cissy smiled, sitting back fully satisfied and relaxed on the couch. She could still feel Ann's saliva on her cunt lips, mingling with her oozing love juice. "I could have her suck on my pussy for days."
Ann clamped her lips firmly over Ricky's shit-chute, and sucked hard. Ricky squirmed in glee. Her tongue lapped out and slipped gracefully along his hot slice, then entered the puckered jaws of his asshole and bore in as far as she could.
"Use your finger," Ricky ordered, eyes closed to savor her caress.
Obediently she slipped on thin finger through the wet jaws and pushed it deeply into his rear channel. She could feel his body rocking in pleasure as she pushed on, stopping only when her knuckle was flush against his buttocks.
"Oh, shit, that's fantastic!" Ricky bellowed. "Suck on my cock, the cock, hurry!"
Ann pulled her lips from his bunghole and with her free hand pulled his arching tool downwards towards her face. Her finger was still worming in and out of her asshole. She opened her eyes just before her lips met his cock and found the crown bloated and reddened, as if it were about to burst.
Ricky too could feel that it was about to explode. Shit, he thought, just one touch, just one kiss, and I'm going to fill her mouth with the hottest gism she'll ever taste.
Her lips closed slowly around the bulging organ, tightening around the bulbous head and sucking gently on the warm, soothing cockflesh. This isn't so bad, she thought. It's certainly better than putting up with my father.
"Go down, baby, go down!" Ricky whimpered.
She slipped slowly along the thick trunk, moving a hot ring of wet heat along the throbbing stalk until she felt the head pushing against the back of her mouth. Slipping upwards, she sucked on the head again, then started down to the base.
"Oh, shit, she's so warm, so wet, so WONDERFUL!" Ricky screamed as he felt his gism swelling his cockhead to the full, her finger was still thrilling his impaled asshole. "HERE IT COMES!"
Ann felt first the sudden stiffening of the post in her mouth, the hardening of the cockhead against the back of her throat, then the strong, sudden spurt of wetness deep in her mouth as Ricky screamed and blasted the first spurt of hot love juice into her gut.
Squirt after squirt of the juicy cream exploded into her mouth as Ricky shook with rapture, clenching his buttocks to thrill his asshole and lunging inwards to push his rod deeper and deeper into her wet mouth. By the time his balls were empty, Ann's mouth was filled to the brim with scalding seed.
"Swallow It!" Ricky barked.
She swallowed quickly, feeling the slimy fluid dripping down her throat. Ricky slipped his cock from her mouth and ordered her to remove the digit from his asshole.
"That was great, baby. Now, lick it clean."
Like an obedient child Ann held the deflating member in her fingers and started to twirl her nimble tongue over the come-wetted hose. The very tip of her implement lapped over Ricky's thrilled cockhead.
"Great, baby, wow, that feels great! Don't stop."
"It's clean," Ann whispered. "Keep going," Ricky said, "you're driving me crazy."
The longer Ann licked over the rod, the harder it got. Within minutes Ricky was standing over her with another long, thick, hard erection, the tip bloated, his balls taut underneath. Her tongue could pick up the vibrations of hot blood through the staff as she curled it over the dry flesh.
Soon, it was wet again, but this time from her warm saliva. Ricky was holding her head steady, guiding her in and out along the staff.
"Put it in your mouth again," he said.
"Wait a minute," Cissy cried out. "You just finished. What about me?"
"What about me?" Ann whimpered.
"I almost forgot," Ricky chuckled. "I'll tell you what. Instead of sucking on my cock again, I'm going to ram it into your juicy little twat. How does that sound?"
"Oh, no," Ann cried.
"You'll love it," Ricky smiled. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you wont know which end is up. As a matter of fact, I just might decide to fuck you up the ass."
The length of hard cockflesh in her hand made Ann wonder what would happen to her if it was pushed into her body. Her cunt would rip to shreds, she thought. But there was something about its heat, its stiffness, that made her long to feel it inside her. But what about the asshole? No, she thought, she certainly couldn't take that.
"I'm waiting," Cissy called out.
"Cool off, bitch," Ricky snarled, "or I'll fill your asshole instead."
Ann gripped the tool firmly, squeezing it curiously and rubbing her palms over the burning flesh as Ricky's balls swung loosely underneath. She thought she detected a slight wetness in her pussy.
"That's great, baby," Ricky grinned. "I think we're going to get along fine together."
"I think we're all going to get along just dandy," Cissy said from the couch. "You've got a new home, darling. Now, come on over here and start sucking on my pussy."
