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The Stories of Edwin Amboy
Love - Sex - Punishment - Lust - Depravity - Brutality
'Get excited! Stimulate your imagination.'
www.edwinamboy.com


Each of Edwin Amboy's novels contain numerous inter-relating
characters, plots, and sub-plots. These characters, as well as new
ones, will re-appear in subsequent books in the series. Scenes of
love, violence, raw sex, punishments, and some brutality are
plentiful.  

Following is a brief scene from early in the novel, 'Adele:  Book
One'. It occurs in the morning, before the late afternoon events with
Becky Jorgensen that are described on the back cover.  There is little
eroticism in this confrontation.  John is focused on 'settling the
score', and Becky on coping with her submission and humiliation.

With no hotel in the little town of, 'Adele', John Wells has taken a
room at Jorgensen's Lodge.  It's off-season and he's the only guest.
Becky Jorgensen has been rude, discourteous, even disdainful, from
their first meeting. The night before, John was present during a
violent Jorgensen family confrontation which he had instigated,
watching while Becky was visciously slapped around and essentially
raped. This morning at breakfast Becky has a cut, swollen, lip.  She
completely ignores John and leaves the kitchen before he's finished
eating. While not pleased that Becky had been brutalized, John is
still in a 'get even' mood.  

SCENE

John found Mrs. Jorgensen again when he was returning to his room
after breakfast.  As he reached the top of the stairs she was coming
down the hallway towards him.  "Mrs. Jorgensen," he said as she
approached, "I'm glad to run into you again.  I wanted to know if
you're okay," he explained, trying to show some concern over her
well-being.

Becky glanced at him with venom in her eyes, about to pass him.

John moved to the side to block her passage.  "You're not very polite,
are you?"

Becky was standing still, staring straight ahead at his chest. "Get
the fuck out of my way," she growled menacingly.

"I've been accumulating some laundry.  Would you do it for me?"  Becky
stepped to the other side of the hallway to get past him, but John was
almost twice her size and weight and easily prevented that.  "You
know," he said, shaking his head sadly, "The service in this lodge is
atrocious."

Becky sighed in angry frustration then, in a mini-fit of temper, tried
to force her way between John and the wall.  She might as well have
been trying to move the wall itself.  She quickly gave up the effort. 
"I really think you should do my laundry," John advised her.

"Go fuck yourself," Becky snarled.

"No, but I may want to fuck 'you'."

Becky snorted derisively.  The nerve of this guy.  "In your dreams.
Get out of my fuckin' way before I kick you in the balls."

John shrugged.  "Okay, suit yourself," he said as he moved out of her
way, "But I'll bet you a buck you're on your knees sucking on
Theodore's little weenie before the week's out.  Betcha that's really
going to stink."

Becky looked at him, wondering where this was coming from.

"Didn't you wonder how I came to be with your men last night?"

Becky had.

"I met Leif in town.  We put down a few.  I sort of clued him in on
how much his son was suffering from lack of  -- marital attentiveness."

Becky's lips curled.  "You fuckin' bastard."  Her fists balled, but
she quelled the urge to punch him in the face.

"You know, Leif has a problem.  He cares for you.  When he's sober he
wants you all for himself.  I could see he wasn't happy when Theodore
was fucking you.  But he does love his son, and it doesn't take much
booze to make him feel guilty.   I'd bet he'd be open to the
suggestion that Jorgensen family life might be much better if he kept
your pussy to himself and Theodore just used your mouth, and maybe
even your ass, on a regular basis."

Becky had briefly focused on Wells' comment about Leif's feelings for
her, but now her stomach was in a knot.  The picture he was painting
could easily become very real.

"So, I don't think you really want me as an enemy.  And all that takes
is doing my laundry and giving me a blow job."  

Becky's mouth dropped open.  The gall of the man.  She wanted to crush
him with a retort, but he had put some fear into her and she was
speechless. 

John waited patiently for a response.  Becky was a very fuckable
woman, but somehow he didn't go for the idea of sticking his dick into
something that had so recently been filled with Theodore's scum.
"Well," he concluded after a few moments of silence, "You know where
my room is.  Please knock first." 

 He left her standing there and went into his room.

Becky's mind was working furiously.  There was no bluff here.  She had
no doubt that Wells could and would influence Leif, especially now
that Leif was looking to fish the Caloochee, but there was no way she
could bring herself to give Wells the satisfaction of going down on
him.  She imagined giving Theodore a blowjob.  The smell of him came
flooding back to her and she had to hold back from retching.  She
imagined Wells telling Leif to forget about using his land because his
wife had refused to give him breakfast and hadn't done his room.  Leif
would beat the shit out of her.  The image of the bottles in Leif's
liquor cabinet flashed through her mind.  Maybe she could kill Wells
and dump his body in the lake.  There was a rifle over the fireplace.
She began to seethe inside.  There was no way out of this.  She
mentally braced herself, trying to steel herself against the
humiliation to come, then went to Wells' door and knocked. 

John hadn't been a hundred percent certain, but he would have given
odds there'd be a knock.  'Let her stew a little,' he thought.

Becky clenched her jaw and knocked again, knowing full well that Wells
was playing with her.

"Who is it?" John called out.

Becky closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, "Becky."

"Come on in," John called back casually.

She opened the door and walked in.

John was standing in the middle of the room.  "What do you want?" he
asked innocently.

Becky never hated anyone so much in her life.  He so easily crumbled
her efforts to harden and numb herself.  

There was no camouflaging this kind of humiliation.  Tears suddenly
threatened.  She looked away.

"You knocked on my door," John explained, "Tell me what you want."

Becky had no choice but to play his game.  She kept her gaze in a
corner of the room and took another deep breath to bring herself under
control, "I want to do your laundry and give you a blow job."

John was enjoying himself immensely.  "That's very nice of you.  Take
off my pants and I'll be happy to accommodate you."

Becky moved to him quickly, determined now to get this over with as
fast as possible.  She opened his belt, undid his buttons and pulled
his pants and shorts down to his ankles.  His semi-erect dick sprang
out at her, surprising her a little.  It was big, much bigger than
Leif's.

"I'll be more comfortable with everything off," John advised her.

Becky got down on her knees and began untying his shoes.

Eventually, John was naked from the waist down.  He sat on the chair,
slouching down a little so his balls hung clear as Leif had been. "You
know, I saw you down on Leif the other night.  You really should keep
your shades down, even in the off-season.  So I know how well you can
do this.  I want a first class job."  

Becky braced herself, dropped to her knees between his legs, hesitated
a moment, then picked up his penis and took it in her mouth.

John closed his eyes and began to float in the pleasure of her warm
wet mouth massaging his dick.  Becky was doing everything right, from
the top of his dick to the bottom of his balls.  

Becky knew what pleased men.  She'd been doing this since she was
eleven.  She licked and kissed and caressed and used her mouth like a
pussy, refusing to admit that this was probably the best looking dick
and balls she had ever had in her mouth, but that reality did take the
edge off her anger and humiliation.     

It wasn't too long before John felt himself beginning to come.  He
opened his eyes, the pressure inside growing rapidly, then moaned
involuntarily as he bucked and climaxed. 

Becky took the first spurt in her mouth, the rest on her face and
chest.  This was nothing new to her.  Even Leif had her satisfy him
this way on occasion.  She rose to her feet, took a tissue from the
dresser, wiped her face, then went for the door.

John was aglow and drowsy.  "Thank you," he said to Becky's retreating
back, "That was very good.  Don't forget my laundry.  It's in the
closet."

Becky retrieved the armful of clothing without a word and left the
room.

John rested in bed a while.  This also had been a superior sexual
experience, more complete and satisfying than any blowjob he had ever
had.  He tried to imagine Becky crying and screaming and shaking her
beautiful ass under the Sheriff's paddle.  That was what she really
needed, not cuts on her lip.  


The Stories of Edwin Amboy
Love - Sex - Punishment - Lust - Depravity - Brutality
'Get excited! Stimulate your imagination.'
www.edwinamboy.com

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