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                              BlkMthr.zip -- 12/16

                             The Blackmailed Mother
                                   Chapter 12

      Sam Zeigler, for all of his aching desire to once more delve into
the
hot, tingling pussy of Mrs. Lonnie Carmel, wasn't able to drive to her
house
until the early afternoon.  Business before pleasure, he ruefully had to
admit,
and there were many things to take care of at the Club Royale before he
could
break free.

      The girl performer from last night, for instance. She had been due
for a
bonus, after letting Fang, the German Shepherd, fuck her with his long
animal
penis during the show, but Zeigler had discovered that the girl was
still
moaningly delirious, almost insane from the perverted act, and he'd had
to
arrange for sanatarium care for her instead.  Which was too bad, because
she
was a star attraction on his second-floor theater-of-the-lewd. They
couldn't
get over the different way different women reacted to Fang -- the
lascivious,
totally debauched wife of Martin Oliss, luscious blond-haired Cylvia,
had
nearly gone mad when she had let Fang fuck her, but in the opposite way;
she
couldn't get enough of the dog's immense wet shaft, and cried out for
more,
more! Idly, Zeigler wondered how Lonnie Carmel was going to react, when
she met
the carnally trained German Shepherd for the first time...

      And then there was an order of broken glasses to take care of and
an
explanation to his superior in Los Angeles why the weekly take wasn't
its usual
high figure... little things, but what with one thing and another, he
didn't
park his Cadillac El Dorado in the tract-house driveway of the Roger
Carmel
home until after one o'clock.

      Lonnie, black-haired and eyes swollen with fear and regret,
tremblingly
answered the door.  She meekly let him in and the gangster had a hard
time
controlling his cock from leaping into full erection just at the clothed
sight
of the lovely wife.  She was as delicate as an orchid, and her eyes were
half-lidded and sensually downcast, and it was obvious that she'd spent
the
torturous hours while she agonizingly had been waiting by drinking... 
Good,
good...

      Lonnie was in a disparaging, irrational state of panic; the frozen
kind,
in which the body is too confused and terrified to really plan out a
course of
action, and now facing the gruff, not unhandsome but craggily ruthless
face of
the sneering gangster she was ready to bolt and run past him, out into
the
quiet Saturday afternoon suburban street, screaming at the top of her
lungs for
help... but then her desire to protect herself, her marriage, her family
occurred to her and she stifled her first impulse.

      "Come in," she said softly, with a choking catch to her normally
smooth,
warm voice, "come in, Mr. Zeigler.  I -- I expected you before now."

      "Business, Lonnie," he said, grinning and entering the foyer. 
"And call
me Sam.  After all, we're good friends.  Intimate friends," he added
with a
snicker.  He threw his hat on the hall table and rubbed his hands
together,
eager to get down to business.

      The trembling, misery-and-guilt-laden wife of Roger Carmel felt
unsteady,
and the room swayed as she stepped with him into the living room. She'd
had too
much to drink, she knew that, but she'd hope that the headiness the
scotch gave
her would act as a blessed covering over her naked shame, and she felt
naked
under his lascivious gaze, naked and dirty, even though she had showered
twice
and was wearing a dress.  Perhaps it was the black brassiere and
panties.  The
very thought of what he had so pruriently demanded her to wear, had made
abundantly obvious on the phone this morning would excite him to see,
was the
implied filth crawling over her white, satin smooth skin...

      She took a seat on the low couch, aware that her shapely legs were
provocatively exposed to his gleaming, salacious vision, and as she
looked up
at his reddening face and saw how hard he was breathing, there was no
more
doubt in her mind as to his intentions.  Sam Zeigler was after only one
thing:
her body.  The gangster walked slowly around her and sat down close to
her
thigh, leering at her ripe, quaking form, his lips glistening with
saliva and
his left eye ticked slightly from his obvious anticipation.

      "Now, Lonnie, let's consider you and me," he said softly.  "I want
something you've got, and you want me to give you something in return. 
I think
a straight trade can be arranged very easily. Don't you?"

      "Mr. Zeigler -- Sam," she said hastily, catching the fire in his
eyes,
"Sam, I love my family..  I want to forget about what happened between
us last
night... I've never been with any other man except my husband before...
please
let me alone."

      "You joke," Sam replied, his voice cool and contemptuous. "A great
deal
of money was spent on you last night, and I don't like throwing money
away.  I
like to get a return for my investment, and damnit, you're going to work
it
off, let me tell you."

      Lonnie stared wild-eyed at the sweating, greedy gangster, his
beady eyes
glowing like burnished wet olives in their sockets as he devoured her
full,
rich body.  "Money... I'll pay you back.  I'll give you money," the
hapless
wife babbled.  "How... how much?"

      "I don't want your money," Zeigler spat with a cruel smirk.  "No,
I want
you, Mrs. Carmel, you and your wild-ass, swinging body."

      "Oh, God," Lonnie Carmel moaned and fell back against the couch,
her
whole body displayed to this evil underworld leader, her skirt hiking up
to
expose most of her slim, young, milk-white thighs.  "I can't make love
to you
again, Mr. Zei --  Sam, I just can't!"

      "Yes, you can," Zeigler coaxed, thick lips shining as he licked
them.
"And you will.  God, you're too beautifully built not to, for Christ's
sake.
I'm going to really enjoy this little swap."

      Lonnie's mind whirled from the scotch and the humiliation of
sitting
beside this vile, depraved man while he uttered his degrading monologue
of
lurid demands, and frantically she attempted one last desperate act of
bravado
in the faint hope that she could scare him into silence and letting her
free
from his evil bondage.  She looked at him, steeling herself to be cold,
her
courage spurred by the overdose of liquor and her desperation.

      "If you don't leave right now, Sam, I'm going to call the police. 
You're
trying to blackmail me in the most despicable way imaginable, and that's
against the law.  You'll be arrested as a sex offender, I bet, on top of
blackmail and coercion, and in this state that means even after you
serve your
prison sentence, you have to always report to the police in every town
you live
in.  You'll lose your license to operate that dirty nightclub of yours
and
you'll be out of a job and --"

      His harsh, biting laughter cut off her threats like an axe through
a
piece of kindling wood. "Don't be so damned naive, Lonnie.  You think I
could
operate without the cops knowing about what I do?  Do you know that the
county
deputy sheriffs deliver my bootleg in the trunk of their cruisers at
night, and
the mayor, two councilmen and the chief of police himself not only take
cuts,
but were at the performance last night?  You think they'd do anything
about
your accusations, even if they believed you -- you, who willingly came
to my
club and joined in the fun?" Zeigler chortled at the young,
tear-streaked wife
and dropped his hand down between her clenched, defensively resisting
thighs.
"Lonnie, I'm going to fuck you and fuck you good, or otherwise I'll ruin
you."

      Lonnie had to face the stark, cold fact that there was no other
choice if
she wanted him to always keep what she had done a deep secret from her
husband
and daughter, and if she didn't do as he commanded, she would lose Roger
and be
castigated beyond belief.  Her hips and rounded buttocks jumped at his
familiar, decadent touch, but she didn't protest as Zeigler's hand slid
her
dress up her front until his cool, grasping finger tips suddenly came
into hot,
searing contact with her thinly covered flesh.  She squirmed back a
little,
whimpering helplessly as he slipped one finger under the tight elastic
band of
her erotic panties and gently teased the narrow, sensitive slit of her
vagina,
parting her soft raven-hued pubic hair and tickling her throbbing tiny
clitoris. She sucked in her breath tightly, trying to hold back her
overwhelming urge to hit and scratch the gangster's gloating,
blood-infused
face, to pick up a knife and plunge it through the ice-water heart of
this
insidiously corrupting man.  But she couldn't; all she could do was
sprawl
helplessly while Zeigler roamed his hands over her body at will,
building up to
the final, most indecent liberty of all, and a cascade of tears once
more
poured her mortification and sickness down over her trembling cheeks.

      "Spread your legs, Lonnie," Zeigler breathed harshly.  "Big Daddy
Sam
wants to see those pretty black panties stretched over your pussy."

      "Oh God, no, not here.  Don't make me do it here," she pleaded
softly.
"My daughter might come home and catch us."

      Sam Zeigler, well aware that her daughter wouldn't be home, that
Jennifer
Carmel was at the home of Stan Lubin getting gang-fucked by some of the
boy's
friends, didn't tell the distraught woman that lewd fact.  Instead, he
removed
his hands and stood up, pulling her upright and giving the now totally
capitulating wife a moment to smooth her dress down.

       "You're right, Lonnie baby.  We'll fuck in your bedroom."

      The full impact of his evilness hit Lonnie then. He was going to
force
her to make love on her own marital bed!  On the same sheets where she
had so
often taken the warm and loving embrace of her husband, Roger!  Sam
Zeigler
couldn't possibly find a more despicable way of debauching her, truly
crush her
slightest mental resistance, but the wretched young wife allowed Zeigler
to
lead her down the hall to her sacrosanct bedroom, shocked into surrender
by the
utter baseness and brutal obscenity of the gangster.  How could he do
such
things?  He wasn't human.

      "Now, come on, Lonnie-baby, get that dress off and let's see you
in the
nude," Zeigler grunted, and before she even had time to react, he was
unbuttoning his own clothes.  She watched him strip, frozen trancelike
in
horror as his thick penis stood out from beneath his slight paunch like
a
heavy, blunt spear, and he grinned lewdly at her and stroked his massive
uncircumcised shaft back and forth, taunting her.  "Like that, Lonnie?
Remember
it from last night?"

      Lonnie tried to speak, but no sound came from her constricted,
parched
throat.  Against her will, her eyes dropped again to his hard, fleshy
cock that
he was holding in his hand, and she knew that there was no possible
escape. The
crude gangster was going to ravish her defenseless body no matter what
she did
or tried, and she was alone and completely at his mercy -- and she was
well
aware now that he had no mercy in him to give. Only lust and sadism.

      "Are you going to take that dress off or do I do it for you?"
Zeigler
snarled, reaching out his thick, meaty hand, and with a sudden jerk he
drew her
hard against him, his erect and throbbing prick ramming her in the belly
painfully.  He snaked his hand around her body and in one swift downward
motion
unzipped her dress; Lonnie could feel the cool rush of the afternoon air
against her naked skin as he slid the garment from her shoulders, and
then she
heard him mutter in lusty appreciation as the dress fluttered to the
carpeted
floor.  He dropped in front of her, his knees thumping hard against the
floor,
and while she swayed above him, he hooked his fingers in the elastic
band of
her black lacy panties and pulled them down slowly over the softness of
her
round, full buttocks, letting them drop with her dress in a skimpy pile
on the
floor.

      "Don't... don't take off your brassiere," he ordered in a panting
voice,
his gasps having a wheezy quality to them as if he was laboring with an
asthma
attack.  "It... it turns me on with you like this!"

      She stood before him, humiliatingly naked except for the black
cups of
thin material surrounding her white, quivering breasts, and she almost
lost her
balance when she felt the sudden wet contact of his glistening lips
pressing
tightly into the nude, flesh of her soft, vaginal area.  Her soft, dark
pubic
hair grazed his cheeks and he spread her pink, moist pussy lips with his
fingers and flicked his lizardlike tongue into the sheath of the softly
pulsating slit.  The beautiful fear-crazed wife jumped from the
electrifying
assault on her female genitals, falling backwards, the edge of the
double bed
catching her behind the knees, and she sprawled with a soul-searing moan
on the
mattress, flat on her back, her thighs inadvertently wide as she landed.

      Zeigler pounced on the bed and caught her by her ankles before she
could
close her legs; she struggled, but it was a one-sided battle, and then
she
relaxed, offering all of her pink, hair-fringed cunt to his salacious
and
greedy eyes, knowing that she would have to give in eventually, and that
there
was nothing left now but the horrible submission to the gangster's every
obscene whim. Her body was a helpless toy to be abused as he wanted, and
he
would only cease his animalistic quest for satisfaction after he'd
exploded his
hot liquid sperm inside her soft and resilient belly.

      "On... on your knees, Lonnie-baby," Zeigler groaned, his
licentious
excitement aroused beyond belief by the mere sight of her voluptuous
body. Her
inspiring nudity with her erotic, pleasure filled thighs, perfectly
formed hips
and legs, trembling, begging vaginal lips -- never in Zeigler's
debauched life
had he seen such perfection! "On your knees..." he husked impatiently.

      "Why?" the bitterly humiliated young wife mewled.  "What... what
are you
going to do to me?"

      "Just a little fun, Lonnie-baby," Zeigler crooned hoarsely. 
"Don't you
worry none.  You're going to get the ride of your life, because Big
Daddy Sam
here loves to fuck ass."

      Ass!  He wants to put his giant penis up my anus, to clam in my
rectum!
Lonnie had prepared herself a little bit, as much as she could, for any
thing
he had wanted of her -- but this, this sodomy between her buttocks
wasn't
human!  It wasn't right!  He couldn't mean what he said, he was only
trying to
frighten her further, to make her crawl and plead with him.  He wouldn't
dare
make love to her there, like some rutting animal!

      Rough hands suddenly pressed against her firm, hot flesh,
Zeigler's
massive paws digging into the resilient, protesting skin of her buttocks
and
thighs, leaving painful red marks of his clawing fingertips.  "I said
turn
over, bitch!" he snarled impatiently.  "Turn over, or by God, I'll break
your
arms!"

      Whimpering, sucking back her desire to cry out in torment and
horror,
Lonnie Carmel obeyed, rolling over and then kneeling with her head
pressed
tightly into the sheets, her frail little hands clutching desperately at
a
pillow for support, the full, white moons of her buttocks stretching up
in
sacrificial offering to the lewdly uncontrollable gangster.

      God! Zeigler heatedly thought, my balls are aching... and he
longed to
thrust forward, into the narrow teasing slit of the clenched, soft
crevice
between her quivering cheeks.  But he knew that this was the moment for
the
conquest of her mind, now that the first stage of physical submission
had been
successfully breeched, and the change of spirit was best accomplished
with
softness.

      He slid to his knees behind her wavering white buttocks, leaned
forward
and planted a warm, wet kiss with his thick, slavering lips on the thin,
pink
folds of flesh which covered her protruding vagina, and he felt her
quiver and
heard her groan slightly as her body trembled from his moist contact. 
Then he
ran his long, wet tongue slowly and teasingly down the full length of
her
tightly clenched crevice, and with gleaming eyes, perceived that the
submissive
wife slowly let the straining muscles of her inner thighs relax and the
beginning formation of aroused moisture gleaming on the soft pubic curls
lining
her cuntal lips as Lonnie let her buttock cheeks slip wider and wider
apart.

      Lonnie had geared her mind to the fighting of pain and
subjugation, but
not the softness and pleasure she was feeling now as Zeigler pressed his
open
mouth hard against the pink lips of her vaginal slit and thrust his
tongue deep
inside the smooth, fleshy folds of her gently throbbing cunt mouth.  She
squirmed slightly, and he tightened his hands on her buttocks so she
couldn't
slide from him, and then he began to work the whole inner crevice,
sucking and
licking at it crazily as her buttocks throbbed and swayed around his
face.  The
unexpected switch from brutality to caressing tenderness had, in spite
of her
vow not to succumb physically to his rapacious demands caught her off
guard,
and she sensed a great weight being released from around her constricted
heart
and soul, and unconsciously, the unbelievable relief that follows such
lifting
of a burden began to allow her body to respond sexually.

      "Ahhhh," Jenny Carmel's young mother sighed as slowly she found
herself
being unwillingly but irresistibly drawn into desiring more delicious
and lewd
sucklings of her loins, and from deep within her belly and flowering,
palpitating cunt came strange, magical stirrings of tingling ecstasy. 
She
shivered as the heat of spasming lust first started small and then grew
with
the impetus caused by Zeigler's curling and flicking wet tongue imbedded
up
between her thighs until she couldn't help but screw her buttocks back
against
his wildly licking face, her taut hip muscles making them hollow and
contract
around the sides of his cheeks.  She was unable to prevent herself from
writhing and churning in a lascivious dance of ravishment as the
gangster
licked and sucked at her with a greedy, untamed lust that threatened to
drive
both of them crazy.

      Her wide-splayed cunt surrendered completely to Zeigler, for in a
gasp of
dazed, purely emotional reaction, Carmel's terror-stricken and
humiliated wife
no longer even wanted to resist the hot, teasing swirlings of tongue,
mouth and
lips in her swaying vaginal crevice, and her pussy secreted lubrications
which
ran in warm trickles down her inner legs and over the oscillating cheeks
of
Zeigler. The depraved gangland leader lapped up her sexual secretions,
adding
them to his own saliva as he teasingly bathed her cunt and the tiny
puckered
sphincter ring of her defenseless, fully exposed anus.

      Zeigler sensed from the wild abandoned tempo of her body that she
had
capitulated mind, body and soul, and knew instinctively that it was
time...
time to ram his burgeoning cock into her innocent, softly working
rectum, its
tiny, tender opening now well lubricated.  He raised up behind her
buttocks on
his knees and taunted her cunt with the violently quivering head of his
blood
raging cock, her helpless little whimpers drifting back to him as he ran
its
insinuating tip between her wide-splayed pussy lips.

      She was moaning incessantly as he wormed the first, small portion
of his
blunt cock-head into her anus with a slight pop as the tiny puckered
mouth gave
way to his pressure.

      "Oooooooh, God!" he heard her groan down into the pillow but still
continued his constant penetration of her viscous-coated rectal channel
until
the entire length of his massive penis was being submerged up inside in
slow,
tormenting inches. Zeigler doubted whether the lovely, now completely
conquered
young housewife really was aware that he was going to fully penetrate
her
asshole and he grinned lewdly to himself and wormed more of his large
cock into
her snugly tight aperture, savoring with pleasure the clenching fist of
her
burning entrails as they closed over his thick penis like a custom-made
fleshy
glove.  And then, he gave a quick hip-thrusting stab, seething with the
knowledge born of experience and intuition that the devastated mind of
the wife
beneath him could only flash signals that it was all right... that it
had to be
all right, because she could say nothing else to counteract the rape of
her
back sides.

      Lonnie thought crazily, it's all right... it's all right... as his
passion-inflamed cock ground its way through the vainly resisting
barriers of
her clutching anal muscles.  Then suddenly she felt as if she was filled
with a
telephone pole, and a warning spasm that her tortured body was being
ripped
open, her belly painfully bursting at the seams, flooded her brain.

      "AAAAAAggggggg!" she cried out deliriously, "God, nooooo... it
hurts!
It's going to kill me!" She tried to pull away, but she was too fully
impaled
now by his tremendously throbbing penis, and Zeigler held her fast by
the
buttocks and rammed in some more.  He grinned excitedly: Of course it
hurt her.
It was supposed to hurt... at first!  His penis moved forward
inexorably, and
he thrust his thighs forward until she could barely think for the pain.

      "Push back!" he commanded.  "Push back, you hot little bitch!"

      She did, for she knew that every way was agony, and she opened her
ass
that final inch because she had been so ordered and stretched her
quivering,
tortured buttocks wider until she thought she would die.

      Zeigler's vicious prick surged into the full confines of her back
passage
until his balls slapped harshly against the wetness of her up-turned
vaginal
slit, and then crooning with delight, the gangster began to fuck
rhythmically
and mercilessly in and out.

      He watched as he kneeled above her white moon-shaped bottom,
seeing the
reddish skin of her round little anus draw back with his cock, grasping
it as
if it didn't want him to leave.  At first the pressure had been almost
unbearable, but now it was just tight and warm, the type of squeeze
which
always promised to draw his sperm out of his testicles with the ferocity
of a
sucking whirlpool.  He thrust forward again, hearing a howling cry of
pain tear
from the grimacing lips of the Jenny's mother's wide-open mouth, and his
cock
tingled with fire.  He would cum soon, and he wanted to feel his torrent
of
semen surging into her beautiful white, once proud buttocks. That would
be the
ultimate subjugation!

      "My God!  My God!" Lonnie screamed.  "You're killing me!  My
husband will
kill you for this!"

      Zeigler laughed cruelly.  "Are you planning to tell him,
Lonnie-baby?  If
you do, I'll have to tell him all about last night," he taunted, and
stroked
more rapidly into her anus hard and fast, battering her defenseless,
tormented
thighs with his hips.  Lonnie groaned loudly with the agony, and then
moaned
abjectly as Zeigler added: "Don't forget, bitch, that this is your
husband's
house, you husband's own bed... and I'm fuckin' you in the ass in it! 
You
think he would ever touch you again, your preciously upright husband?"

      Lonnie dug her nails into her palms and bit her lower lip as the
lashing
of his words stung her mind insensate.  But for all her humiliation and
tearful
misery over the situation to which she had allowed herself to fall prey,
she
began to sense that his rape of her anal passage was not as painful as
it had
been when he first thrust his cock in.  There was an odd mixture of
stimulation
joining in, and the constant plunging was now more a discomfort than
torture,
and she felt strangely wet between her buttocks and throbbing vaginal
lips
below -- wet and morbidly ashamed, for she was being sodomized and knew
it, and
yet the pain was weirdly turning enjoyable. She tried to concentrate on
this
horrid, perverted response of hers, but Zeigler thrust a
buttock-splitting jolt
into her just then and astonished, she found that she automatically
squirmed
back on his fleshy shaft, heaving and undulating her body, moving her
buttocks
in tiny, welcoming circles.

      Roger Carmel's wife couldn't halt the maddening excitement which
was
starting to reach her through the torment of muscle and flesh, and a
violent
shudder rippled through her, and she fell to mumbling unintelligibly,
wiggling
her thighs salaciously back against his pounding cock, unable to
comprehend
what was seething through her body.  But too dizzyingly numbed by her
overwhelming growth of unquenchable lust-fire to question it.  She could
feel
the increasing wetness back in the crevice of her buttocks and try as
she
might, she couldn't feel her initial pain any longer -- but only the
wetness
and Zeigler's magnificent cock pummeling her battered rectum and
smoothly
widened anus.  Lonnie dropped her shoulders to the bed, raising her
buttocks
and gleaming thighs higher in the air so that the hungrily surging penis
could
fuck up into her heaving belly more deeply.

      Sam Zeigler, seeing her obscene acceptance to his cruel fucking of
her
backsides, was drawn on like an infused satyr.  He watched her beautiful
profile as the wife's complexion flushed to a crimson red and her hair
strewed
down over her forehead, and Lonnie Carmel unashamedly shook her head
from side
to side like a mad-woman, her teeth bared, her breasts jiggling.  She
was his!
A slave, submitting at will!  He reached down and pulled the soft,
pliant
cheeks of her thinly perspiring buttocks wide apart and drove his cock
into her
with hard, ramming jerks, his aching testicles slapping against her
quivering
flesh below with resounding whaps, heavy with the sperm which had to be
emptied
soon or burst from the excruciatingly delicious pressure.

      "Fuck back harder!" he yelled at her.  "Fuck back!"

      "Oooohhhhh, yes... yes." Roger Carmel's now wanton wife hissed to
the
gangster sodomizing her.  "Fuck me harder tooooo!"

      Her sudden lewd response was too much!  Sam Zeigler threw back his
head
and blurted: "I'm cuuuuummmmiiinnnggggg!"  He thrust his cock's full
expanded
length into her wide stretched, defenseless anus and his body jerked
convulsively, his mouth hanging slack, his vision clouded as he clawed
at her
buttocks with harsh grasping fingers, pulling her moist, fevered crevice
even
farther apart to receive the full blast of his orgasm.

      Lonnie felt the first torrents of his hot, white cum splash up
into the
depths of her open rectum, surging through her desire-wrenched belly
with the
force of a fire-hose stream.  The delectable sensation touched off her
own
climax -- a climax which she would have stoutly and angrily denied could
happen
only short moments before and she creamed out her spiraling pinnacle of
release
in a vast flow of rising female juices as pleasure ran rampant through
her; she
shivered from the welcomed congealing of his hot, sticky sperm with her
orgiastic secretions as together they pooled around the throbbing
crevice of
her wide-split buttocks and the open slit of her still pulsating cunt.

      Then Sam Zeigler withdrew his rapidly shrinking penis from inside
her
deflowered, sodomized rectum and fell over with a deep, satisfied sigh
on the
bed covers.  Lonnie, unable to support herself, her every muscle
trembling from
sheer exhaustion, collapsed beside the gangster and lay on her belly,
her
throbbing body falling into an obscene spread-eagle position, her legs
still
splayed wide.

      Then, a few moments later, her passion-clouded mind cleared in the
wake
of her played-out sexual ecstasy, shame and revulsion once more
inundated her
passion-fogged mind, causing tears to once more blur and darken her
swollen,
guilty eyes and dribble down her cheeks to soak into the sheets.  Dear
God,
forgive me... I must be sick!... I had to submit, but there is no excuse
for
allowing myself to desire him...  I actually wanted him to perform that
bestial
act on me... Oh God, let me die, let me die...!

      Sam Zeigler rolled closer and put his arm around her sobbing
waist, and
through her still partially glazed pupils, the self-loathing wife saw
that he
was smiling in lewd triumph.  "That was fine, Lonnie-baby.  As fine as
I've
ever had," he complimented, showing his pearly, even teeth. "You mustn't
grow
morbid or sulky on me; a good fuck in the ass never hurt any girl, and
you have
to admit you really turned on something fierce by my cock up your
asshole.  Let
me rest for a minute, and then I'll fuck you in the cunt, like I did
last
night."

      The completely crushed wife of Roger Carmel, submissive in her
obeisance
to the gangster's superiority over her, shut her eyes tightly as his
filthy
words sent a wave of sickening nausea coursing through her.  She was
caught in
an abominable trap and there was no way out, no where to turn.  She had
to
protect herself, and Roger must never know how badly she had broken her
wifely
promise of fidelity.

      "Later on, we'll go down to my club, Lonnie baby," Zeigler
continued, his
hand now fondling unhampered with her moist, red, quivering vagina.
"Yeah,
we'll go down there... after we stop by a house and pick up something. 
I think
you'll get a real big surprise at what we're going to pick up, too."

      The gangster's chuckle was obscene, and Lonnie trembled at the
lurid
thought of what that "surprise" might be -- but she never even
considered in
the most dark, forbidden recesses of her trepidations that what Zeigler
was
going to pick up was Jennifer, her own daughter, who would also be in a
somnambulistic state of sexual satiation.


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