The Stockbroker's Prisoner
by Rod Strong


CHAPTER ONE 

The tickertape seemed to fly by, and Susan simply sat there, staring. 
Actually, tickertape was a misnomer. Now it was called the electroscan. 
Little light bulbs lit up, first two or three capital letters, then beneath 
the letters and a little to the right there appeared a single number 
representing the amount of shares of stock traded-said stock represented by 
the capital letters. Next to the number of shares was the price at which the 
stock traded, always in eights. 

Susan had invested in three different securities, all high-risk companies, 
but all promising big profits if they came through. She had a thousand 
shares of Southern Motel Units, represented by the letters SMU, now trading 
at three-and-three-eights. She also had five hundred shares of Federal 
United Communications, FUC trading at one-and-one-quarter, and last but also 
least she had Commonwealth Rubber Plantations, CRP trading at under a 
dollar. She had two thousand Crp. She had put her last penny into these 
securities on the word of a certain know-it-all, who had previously been 
known to make money. But this time it looked as if her money was going to go 
down the toilet. Oh, she would have enough to pay the final month's rent on 
her lease, a lease her landlord had no intention of renewing, but if these 
stocks didn't come through for her, Susan would be in trouble. 

Susan Kean, now close to forty years of age, and yet looking almost half her 
age, was perspiring. Her white skin was still flawless, untouched, unlined. 
She was merchandise that had been hardly used. 

Her hair was the color of the sun just before sunset, golden-red, fluffed 
out, almost wing-like. Her deep hazel eyes were red at the moment from 
staring, and she had to take her glasses off and she cleaned them. She had a 
small, uptilted nose, and a very full pair of lips colored with brilliant 
orange-red lipstick. 

Her petite frame, curvaceous and alluring, was clothed with great care in an 
immaculate red skirt-suit. It had long sleeves and white cuffs and matching 
collar. 

Susan sat right up front in the brokerage office, near the desk of her 
customer's representative, Tom Warren. He was the latest in a long line of 
brokers she had used over the past few years. It seemed as if no stock 
broker was satisfactory. When Susan wanted to buy a stock, she felt the 
broker ought to warn her if it was a bad investment. However, if the broker 
did warn her, she was angry that he was disputing her choice. As a result, 
she consistently lost money. 

Money was never easy to come by, and Susan had found honest work almost 
impossible. As a result, she had turned to somewhat dishonest work, of late. 
The worst part of it was, unable to handle things by herself, she had conned 
Tom, her latest broker into helping her. 

Tom Warren was tall, good-looking, but overweight. As a result, the 
black-haired man with the aquiline nose and the tan skin had trouble finding 
interesting women. He dressed well, had money, but because of his weight 
women found him unattractive, at the very least. So when Susan began showing 
an interest in him, Tom went along with what she wanted. Because of this, 
Susan had stayed with Tom longer than any other broker. Tom was a good 
broker, too. But she consistently disregarded his advice, going purely by 
hearsay, and as a result continued losing money. 

Susan had known Tom for six months now, and in that six months, she had 
promised him many things, and had delivered nothing. Each time he did 
something for her, instead of her showing her gratitude in any way, afraid 
that so much as a kiss would lead to something sexual, she found a reason to 
quarrel with the man, making him storm out of her apartment, thus keeping 
the "temple of her body" safe. 

It wasn't that Susan liked Tom any the less. She liked him more than other 
women did, and she liked him more than she liked other men. But the truth 
was, Susan was terrified of sex. 

Twenty years earlier, Susan had been married to an overbearing, uncaring man 
who had used her body for his own pleasure for more than five years. Not 
once had she been able to enjoy what the man had done to her, rather 
experiencing pain every time, and as a result, after she had finally 
divorced the man, she had sworn to never become sexually involved with any 
man again. For more than fifteen years her body had been untouched. As a 
result, her flesh remained unwrinkled, her muscles, well-supported by 
foundation garments remained firm, and her skin was as soft as a baby's. She 
was as beautiful as a porcelain statue, and just as fragile. 

When Tom's work day was over, he always drove Susan home to her apartment in 
an area known as City Park. He was well aware that she would have to be 
moving shortly since her landlord wasn't too keen on her. 

Susan's primary source of income was diamond-smuggling. Three or four times 
a year she flew to Europe, going to Amsterdam, Brussels, and Tel-Aviv, the 
diamond capitals of the world, and each time she returned, she had Tom meet 
her at the airport, where she was able to hide the diamonds she had smuggled 
in, in a hidden compartment in his car, and then he would take her to meet 
her contact, who would give her instant cash for the diamonds. Tom had never 
met Susan's contact and didn't want to meet the man. 

As far as Tom was concerned, Susan was an enigma. She was willing to steal, 
to smuggle, to lie, and to cheat, but she refused to go to bed with him. But 
now she was also starting to steal from him, though he was a willing victim. 

In the past few months he had shifted money from his own private account to 
hers in order to help her cover her losses, but he had told her he would not 
do so again. From now on, if she lost, she lost her own money, because at 
this point she owed him well over eighteen thousand dollars, and Tom was 
smart enough to know he would never see that eighteen thousand again. 

The last time, when Susan started begging him for a few more thousand to 
keep her margin account alive, Tom insisted she sign a paper stating that in 
return for the money, assuming she was unable to pay him back within a 
reasonable time, he was to have complete control and use of her body. Susan, 
certain he would never press such a demand since it was illegal, had signed 
the document. But now, her stocks were dipping. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

It was Friday, and the exchange had just closed for the day. All three of 
Susan's stocks had done so badly, her accounts were wiped out. Now all she 
wanted was to go home, take a bath, and then contact a man who would help 
her smuggle some more diamonds into the country. 

She sat beside Tom Warren in his brand-new Imperial, muttering to herself, 
occasionally breaking the silence between them by cursing him out for 
letting her invest in those "dogs" in the first place. As usual, everyone 
else was to blame, and Susan Kean was faultless. 

Susan was so caught up in her thinking, she didn't realize that Tom, instead 
of heading for City Park, drove away from the city, heading into the 
mountains. By the time she realized they were no longer in the city, they 
were high up. 

"I want to go home," she insisted. 

"Of course," Tom nodded. "I'm taking you to your new home." 

"New home?" she asked. 

"The landlord has been giving you a hard time where you've been living, 
anyway," he told her. "So I'm taking you to a new home, a house this time, 
not an apartment. There's land around it, and there's lots of fresh air." 

"But I have to keep in contact with...," 

"By phone," he smiled. "Don't worry. This place is rent-free. I own it, 
Susan." 

"You're giving it to me?" she asked, suddenly filled with both, wonder and 
suspicion. She was always suspicious when a man wanted to give her something 
for nothing. 

"You might say that," he nodded, smiling. 

He drove for almost an hour, then she realized they were high up, with lots 
of hilly areas, lots of forest, but no other homes. 

He finally turned off the main highway and drove for ten minutes along a 
barely visible trail wide enough for two cars. Tree branches beat at the 
windshield as he continued on, and then he turned left, right, left, then 
left again, then right, and finally pulled into a clearing. She got out of 
the car when he parked it, standing in front of a one-story bungalow. Just 
below the bungalow was a deep pool filled by streams that trickled down the 
side of the mountain on which the bungalow was located. But below the pool, 
there was nothing but sheer wall. In fact, they were surrounded on three 
sides by space. The fourth side was the trail they had just come along. 

Susan realized they were totally alone. The car was the only way out, and 
she had never learned to drive. Trying to walk out was ridiculous. It would 
take almost half a day to walk back to the main highway, assuming she was 
able to negotiate her way out. 

Getting back into the car beside Tom, she said, "I don't like it here. Take 
me back." 

"Don't be foolish," he smiled. "You don't think I came all this way for 
nothing, did you?" 

Something in his voice made Susan look at him. What she read in his swarthy, 
handsome features shocked and horrified her. His dark, penetrating eyes 
reflected the total animalistic lust that had been developing in him over 
the months. The intensity of it made her shudder. 

"Please, Tom...," she said in her soft, girlish little voice, "I want you to 
take me back." 

"I came out here for a reason, Susan," he told her. "You might say you're 
going to begin honoring that contract we had drawn up between us." 

"What do you mean?" she asked, fear getting stronger in her with every 
passing moment, for suddenly this was not the Tom Warren she had been able 
to control so easily before. "You know I don't have any money at the 
moment." 

"Even if you had money, you wouldn't be able to hold onto it long enough to 
pay off whatever it is you owe," he snorted. "No, honey, the time has come 
for me to find out just why your cunt is so precious no one can touch it." 

Susan's white face suddenly blushed a bright scarlet-red, and another wave 
of terror blasted through her shuddering body. She had no idea at all what 
to say. Surely this man didn't seriously expect her to ... but then she 
remembered the document he had made her sign. Legal or not, out here he was 
in a position to enforce it, and it was obvious this was precisely what he 
intended doing. Her mind went back to the few times she had permitted him to 
kiss her. His kisses were always seethingly passionate. Then there had been 
the one time when his hand had gripped her breast, frantically kneading it. 
The man had an insatiable desire for her, and now, out here, where there was 
no one to help her, and no way for her to escape without his assistance, he 
was going to collect what he felt was a debt long overdue. 

Dear God! What a fool she had been. The helplessness of her situation began 
crowding in on her. He had brought her all the way out here on the flimsy 
pretext of once again helping her, but she should have realized she had run 
out the string with this man a long time ago. He wanted the same thing every 
other man wanted, but now he was in a position to collect. There was no one 
else around, no other home in sight, and probably no one within hearing 
range if she should shout. She was this man's virtual prisoner, and God and 
Tom Warren only knew what he intended doing with her. 

"Please ... Tom ... don't do this ... it's a sin...." she begged, her eyes 
looking large and imploring behind her glasses. 

Reaching out, he took her glasses off, and casually smashed them, knowing 
she was unable to see more than five feet in front of her without them. Now 
she was even more helpless. His eyes were cold, his face hard as he stared 
at her with desire. She felt as if he was devouring her with a look, and her 
fearfully quivering body shrank away from him. 

"Come now, Susan," he taunted "Surely you aren't afraid of me. You, so 
proud, so self-assured all the time, so poised...," 

"Tom!" she shrieked hysterically. "Take me back ... take me back now!" She 
was sobbing, horror filling her throat, her mind spinning as she realized 
the web woven around her was growing tighter with every passing second. 

"There is no use screaming, crying, pleading, or shouting," he told her. 
"There's no one around for miles." 

Susan knew he was telling the truth. He always told her the truth. What was 
there for her to do? If she jumped out of the car, he would probably catch 
her. Even if he didn't run after her, where would she go? She was unable to 
see without her glasses. At the moment she was completely at his mercy ... 
assuming he had any. 

"Wh-what do you want from me?" she finally gasped. 

"I told you," he smirked. "I want to find out just how deep that prudish 
streak of yours really goes. I'm willing to bet under all that resistance is 
a hot and fiery woman waiting to really appreciate a good, solid fuck." 

"You're just like all those other men," she gasped. "You don't know what it 
is to be a friend. You think that because a woman smiles at you, she's yours 
to be used any way you please." 

"And you?" he laughed. "You're no different from most of the other women in 
the world. You wear a 'don't touch me' sign, but we both know that deep down 
inside, you're dying to be fucked to death. You're crazy to have some hot 
cock crammed into that tight little cunt of yours, and we both know it, 
Susan." 

"How can you be so disgusting?" she gasped. 

She knew as soon as she had said it, it was a mistake. The man was no longer 
sneering at her now. Rather there was anger in his eyes as his right hand 
suddenly reached out, the fingers tangling themselves in her red-gold hair 
as he yanked her horrified face toward him. 

"So I'm disgusting, am I?" he snorted. "And you, Miss pristine and pure? 
What are you? I think it's about time the high-and-mighty Susan Kean got a 
look at herself and what she's really like." 

His left hand fell to her thigh, fingers digging into her white flesh as his 
palm began instantly sliding upward along her firmly curving pillar. Susan 
refused to struggle. She wouldn't dignify what this man was doing by 
fighting back. She stared stonily ahead, determined to ignore and endure. 
There was no way for her to resist. She was in Tom's power, and she knew she 
would have to submit to what he wanted. But for the first time she was 
blaming herself, admitting she was at fault for not seeing ahead, realizing 
that sooner or later this man was going to make demands of her, and the 
demands he was making he was in a position to enforce. 

Her mind suddenly snapped back to reality by the realization that the man's 
hand was still moving higher. His finger was already pulling out the elastic 
leg band of her panties. 

Damn! It had been too hot today, even if it was late September, to wear her 
heavy girdle. She had left it off for the first time in weeks. She was now 
paying the penalty for leaving it behind. 

Without hesitation, Tom's outstretched middle finger slipped under the 
elastic leg band, and Susan was unable to keep herself from drawing in a 
quick breath, gasping when the fingertip came into contact with the first 
wisps of straying reddish-blonde pubic curls. She tried to shut her mind to 
what was happening, but she soon discovered that to do so was impossible. 
What was taking place was a horrible reality. This man, whom she had thought 
she had known better than any other man, including her brutish ex-husband, 
was touching her secret flesh under the crotch band of her panties. 

She wondered if she ought not to make some kind of attempt at escaping. No, 
no, that would be foolish, since she was unable to see and might find 
herself going over the edge of the cliff. She was going to lose no matter 
what she did. Now she was gaining an insight into this heavy man's 
disposition, and she realized she had pushed him a bit too far. At this 
point, if she tried fighting him, he might hit her. After all, even if he 
bruised her, he'd keep her here until the bruises healed, and the longer he 
kept her here, the more he would be able to "use" her. He might even kill 
her if she enraged him enough. 

She involuntarily writhed back against the seat of the car as his attacking, 
invading digit suddenly came into direct contact with the ultra-sensitive 
lips of her trembling vagina. No man since her disgusting husband had 
touched her down there, and thinking of him sent a shiver of disgust through 
Susan. Hers were the only hands to touch that delicate area, hers when she 
washed herself, and the hands of her female gynecologist when she had her 
semi-annual examination. Now this man, this overpowering, fat person on whom 
she had come to depend monetarily, to a certain extent, was violating her 
there, with no thought of decency or morality. What was more, from the 
sneering look on his face, he was doing it with more than a little contempt 
for her and her inner feelings. Not for the first time did Susan wish she 
had never set eyes on Tom Warren. He was good for her in many respects, but 
he was even more lascivious than other men she had known, and now he was 
proving rapacious, as well. Now her life was hell. 

Not that her life was anything about which she would be able to boast. She 
had been unhappy for as long as she was able to remember. First there had 
been the deaths of her parents when she had been a young girl. Then there 
was being brought up by a stiff-necked prude of a maiden aunt who had driven 
all sorts of fears into her about sex, as a result, making her body tighten 
up. 

Then there was that early marriage her aunt had forced her into because she 
had caught Jack on the front porch trying to kiss Susan. Jack had been a 
boor right from the start, dragging her to bed every night, beer on his 
breath, stink emanating from his armpits and crotch, and he had fucked her 
and fucked her and fucked her again. The man was totally insatiable. His 
cock wasn't overly long or overly thick, but to Susan it was monstrous. He 
had all but ripped away the outer flesh lining her vaginal walls he used to 
fuck her so hard and so often. 

He had never bothered caressing her, though he did squeeze her breasts until 
he hurt her, pinching her nipples until she was afraid he would pull them 
off. Then he would ram his long, hard fleshy stick into her tight, dry well, 
and he would pump for a few seconds and suddenly erupt with that white 
slime. Without pulling out, he would pump into her cunt again, making his 
soft organ hard, his sperm smoothing the way. But his cock was so narrow, it 
barely touched her tight walls. As a result, there was almost no friction, 
and all Susan had felt was discomfort. She would lay there until he came 
again. Then he would roll off her, go to the bathroom, take a leak, wash his 
cock, come back to bed, roughly squeeze her, and when he was hard, he would 
fuck her one more time. 

This had gone on every night, even during her "time of the month," and 
finally, unable to stand the brutality any longer, Susan had divorced the 
man. But now she was with an equally vile man. 

"Well, honey, how do you like my finger in your pussy?" he asked. 

Susan decided her best course lay in not responding to him, either 
physically or verbally. What should she say, after all? The truth? That he 
disgusted her? No! That would only serve to make him all the more angry and 
bitter. She was in no position to lie, anyway. Lying was something she was 
able to do to others, but not to him. But under no circumstances did she 
intend pretending to enjoy what this bloated, horrible man was doing to her. 
His lewd manipulations sickened her. That he actually imagined that she was 
enjoying this horrible thing for even one minute, that this salacious 
behavior was palatable was, to her, totally incomprehensible. The most she 
was able to hope for at this point was that all this would be over and done 
with as quickly as possible. 

Abruptly, without warning, his prodding finger plunged headlong between the 
warm, velvety drape-like curtains of her softly quivering inner labia, 
slipping into her canal, making her gasp because of the sudden and 
unexpected contact. She slammed her body forward, thinking to herself that 
the pressure of his finger wasn't quite as bad as she had initially 
imagined. At least there was no pain. She gritted her teeth tightly 
together, compressing her lips and clamping her eyelids shut as Tom 
continued prodding in and out with his poking forefinger, pulling it out 
only to replace it with his middle finger as he ran his thumb and pinky 
through the entire pink length of her vaginal slit, touching the tender 
inner labia. He moved his finger in and out, digging, probing, massaging, 
stroking, all gently, carefully, slowly, causing her satin inner flesh to 
secrete hidden moisture she had never been previously aware of. In fact, at 
first she thought she might have shamefully urinated. 

Susan's red skirt was bunched up around her slender thighs, and Tom's 
extended middle finger pushed all the way in as his forefinger stretched the 
elastic leg band of her panties to the breaking point. 

She didn't want to open her eyes and look at this lewdly horrifying sight. 
She was pretty certain of how disgusting she must look. She had no wish to 
witness the anguish she was undergoing. Her humiliation, was complete. 

Tom had released her hair now, and with his free hand he tugged at the 
confining panties, pinching her buttocks, forcing her to lift them from the 
seat for a moment so he was able to slip them down to her knees. Unable to 
help herself, Susan opened her eyes, glancing down, seeing the panties fall 
around her ankles as the fiery-golden V was exposed, totally naked now, her 
thighs unwillingly separating in a way that was totally obscene. 

Dear God! she thought. What's happening to me? This is one humiliation I'll 
never be able to live down. With my husband I had no choice because I was 
married to him. But this.... 

At that moment, Tom's deftly stroking fingers came into sizzling contact 
with that tiny little bead hidden by a membrane of flesh-the one part of her 
body her husband had never stroked. All her life, her clitoris had remained 
hidden inside the protective frenulum, but now, touched, it suddenly sprang 
to life as if it had been waiting for this moment its entire existence. 
Susan gasped when she felt the touch down there, totally unaware she had 
anything there capable of sending such electrifying feeling through her 
body. She went rigid with surprise and shock. 

An instant later, realizing what was happening, she marshaled her thoughts 
in an attempt to fight off the new sensations she was beginning to feel. But 
she was unable to do so. She was powerless against the tide of sudden 
rapture washing over her with every titillating touch. The contact jolted 
her. God! This was so revolting! She was actually feeling herself becoming 
aroused for the first time in her life. 

"Oh, no, God no, please ... oh n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o...," she sobbed insanely, 
twisting and turning her naked buttocks in a final desperate effort to 
escape the sensations of unwanted rapture first building in the center of 
her body. Delight ran rampantly through her; delight she didn't want. But 
she was too late. She was totally overcome by the outwardly spreading 
ripples of passionate arousal continually emanating from the core of her 
wetly tingling hot cunt as the man's fingers continued plundering the warmly 
pulsating canal between her widespread white thighs. 

Each skillful caress of her clitoris, making it enlarge and swell beyond 
belief caused her to gasp and tremble with new and wonderful pleasure. 
Against her will she realized she was beginning to actually enjoy the way 
Tom was rubbing his finger in and out of her now-sodden vagina, and there 
was nothing she was able to do to resist him. 

"Ooooonnnnhhhh ... hhhhuuuunnnnhhh . . nnnhhhh ... ummmm ... hmmmmmm ... 
hhhhaaa-nnnhhhh ... gggghhhhuuunnnhh...." she gasped, unable to restrain 
herself, giving herself over completely to the wild and wonderful new waves 
of pleasure convulsing in the depths of her maddeningly throbbing body. 
There was no hiding her desire at the moment ... it was far too late for 
that. She liked it! For the first time in her life she liked something to do 
with sex. 

Damn him! He was right when he said she was no different from other women in 
her ability to feel desire. Anything he had said no longer seemed to 
register on her mind. Let him taunt her. All she seemingly cared about at 
this moment was being able to grind her desire-ridden vagina against the 
wonderful, pleasure-giving fingers which were moving so surely over the 
churning flesh of her wetly pulsing vagina. 

Her creamy thighs flew apart voluntarily, swinging open and shut in rhythm 
with the way his finger moved in and out. Her heels pressed into the floor 
of the car as her legs stiffened and she lifted her creamy white, naked 
buttocks off the car seat, willingly presenting the open lips of her 
helplessly aroused and tantalizing vagina to the pressing fingers of her 
stockbroker. She no longer cared for one moment about the lewd image she 
presented, half-sprawled on the seat, her legs wantonly spread, her hips 
churning rhythmically in simulation of the tempo of love-making. 

Tom added a second finger to the clasping tunnel that was her seething cunt, 
causing her elastic tightness to spread a little more, feeling hotly 
contracting pulsations. 

"Hhhh aaauu nnnn gggg hhhhh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! It feels so heavenly 
... uuuun nnhhhh...," the beautiful golden-red-haired woman moaned, mewling 
and gasping like a mad woman. 

The inner membranes of her greedily clamping cunt closed in on his fingers 
with surprising strength, but it didn't slow Tom down. He thrust with as 
much vigor as ever, his thumb continuing to massage her clitoris while his 
two fingers plunged incessantly in and out of her tubular interior. Susan 
was unable to get enough of the hard-driving digits. Without thinking, her 
hand dropped between her outstretched legs and she began pressing Tom's hand 
all the harder against her vagina. Oils from her cunt had seeped all over 
his palm, and now fell onto her hand as well as she forced his fingers to 
push all the deeper into her frantically writhing cunt. 

Tom had known she'd had fire inside her, but he was completely astonished at 
the intensity of the flame. He'd had no idea she would respond either this 
quickly or this passionately, and inwardly felt proud of himself. Being an 
overweight man, he'd had difficulty in making time with too many women. 
Those who did make it with him invariably came back for more, but after 
awhile he tired of them, and always went on looking for newer, more fertile 
ground. Besides, the other women invariably wanted to get serious after 
awhile and talked of marriage. Tom was happy being single. Granted, his 
quota of nookie was less than he would have liked, but nevertheless, his 
freedom was too precious to give away just to have an available cunt around. 

Susan had been the untouchable one. Other men had tried, other men had 
failed. She had used men time and time again, promising, but never 
delivering. He was the first one to get this far with her since her 
disastrous marriage. There was that thrill, that pride in knowing he was the 
instigator of the wanton lust now building in the golden-red-hair covering 
the pussy down below. He was pleased that he had been able to read this 
woman correctly, finding that reservoir of pure passion. What made it all 
the more interesting was the fact that Susan, herself, had been totally 
unaware of its existence. 

The knowledge of her hidden sexuality aroused and excited him all the more, 
making him realize she was not going to be the one-night stand he had 
initially planned. She was probably good for a whole weekend, maybe even 
longer. Not that he was the least bit sorry in having tricked her into 
coming out here with him and being forced to surrender to him. He had this 
beautiful woman totally in his power, and he intended making full use of 
her. like every man who had met Susan, Tom had wanted her the first moment 
he had seen her. She was a few years older than he, but Tom was never one to 
let age stand in his way. From sixteen to sixty-five, if they looked good, 
and if he was able to seduce them, he went ahead and did so. Once, when he 
was only nineteen, himself, he had seduced a sixty-four-year-old woman, 
whose body had been in unbelievably good shape, and it had been the best 
screwing for both of them, at that time. 

Susan was aware of a new, different feeling invading her body. She was 
approaching orgasm, the first one she would ever know-the first of many, 
though she was unaware of the quantity she was going to experience in the 
near future. It was incredible to feel her climax building merely from the 
pressure of the man's fingers. It was a feeling totally unlike anything she 
had ever previously known. She was already feeling a certain tension at the 
base of her spine, and tiny spasms of sizzling electrical pleasure were 
beginning to convulse through her. Her wildly uninhibited churning continued 
to increase with every passing second as her avaricious vagina tried sucking 
in the man's continually plunging fingers. The two fingers combined seemed 
slightly thicker than her husband's cock, as she remembered it, and the 
pressure resulting therefrom was that much greater. 

She moved in desperation grinding her hard, trembling clitoris against the 
thumb that pressed it like a doorbell, and wave after wave of erotic delight 
began madly rippling through her steaming cunt. Involuntary moans of animal 
gasping came from her lips, lips still moist with the orange-red of the 
bright lipstick covering them. Then, almost unexpectedly, she peaked. 

"AAAAHIII YYYYAAAAIIII YYYYYEEEE-AAAAGGGGGG HHHHAAAAAA IIIIYYYYY 
AAAIIIIIIYYY!" 

It was a high-pitched scream, and it filled the entire car, and Susan barely 
recognized the fact that she was the one doing the screaming. Then she was 
falling, falling, falling into the vortex of a whirling tornado which seemed 
to suck her right into its center. Her hips rose and fell relentlessly, 
battering against the seat of the car without mercy, and her slender white 
thighs clamped tightly around the man's thrusting hand. Her softly fleshed 
buttocks lifted once again as her body remained stiff, and they hovered in 
the air as a gigantic shudder began sweeping through her. 

She was unable to stop the strange, animalistic gasps which flowed from her 
throat, nor was she able to slow down the spasmodic jerking of her pelvis, 
slamming against the man's thrusting fingers again and again. She had never, 
but never, experienced anything like this before. All the circumstances 
surrounding her shameful submission to her stockbroker seemed to converge 
and turn what ought to have been a mortifying experience into something 
sublime and totally unique. 

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she sighed, chanting repeatedly as the strength left 
her limbs and she sank back to the car seat, finding herself sitting in a 
puddle of oil that had dripped from her vagina, not caring in the least. 

Tom smiled. It was the beginning. Just the beginning. She would revert to 
type again. He knew her. But each time he forced her, she would once again 
become filled with savage desire. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The idea of being a prisoner at any time didn't go over too well with Susan. 
Her husband had held her virtual prisoner for five years before she had 
mustered the courage to divorce him. Her only solace was, that in spite of 
his continual fucking of her, the man had never impregnated her. She never 
did know whether it was his fault or her own. At the moment she was hoping 
the blame lay with her, because she knew Tom wasn't going to settle for 
merely shtooping her with a finger every time. The last thing she needed was 
a permanent souvenir of this encounter. Knowing Tom as she did, and she knew 
him very well, she was certain the man was going to use her again and again. 

They had gotten out of the car, and she was surprised to see him lug two 
suitcases from the trunk of the car, inside. It was a nice-enough little 
cabin, and she noticed electric wiring came from somewhere so that the cabin 
not only had electric lighting and refrigeration and air-conditioning, but 
there were also electric heaters all over the place so that the cabin was 
something one might use year-round. 

It had a pleasant-enough atmosphere inside, with a huge main room that 
doubled as living room/dining room/kitchen. The floor was covered with throw 
rugs, and to the right, as one entered, beneath thermal pane windows, she 
saw three long sofas running the width of the bungalow-cabin. To the right 
at the far end was the sink. To the left of the sink, under the north 
window, was the stove, an electric stove. To the left of the stove was the 
refrigerator. The dining area was to the left of that. 

All the way to the left were three doors. They were open, and Susan saw the 
middle door led to a bathroom, while the other two were bedrooms. She hoped 
she might be able to at least sleep by herself, but even as she thought 
about it, she knew it was a forlorn hope. The beds in each of the bedrooms 
were king-sized, and big enough to hold four people each, if necessary. 

"This is for you," he told her, putting down the small suitcase. "I pretty 
much know your size, what with all the clothing I've bought for you over the 
past six months. You'll notice there's a washer and dryer in the far left 
corner of the room, in the small alcove. I've bought you two more 
skirt-suits, both wash-and-wear, like the one you have on now. In addition, 
you have a week's supply of undies, and even a bikini if you should wish to 
go swimming in the lake beneath the cabin. There are no foundation garments 
other than bikini brassieres and skimpy panties. If you want to keep your 
muscles firmed and toned, you'll have to exercise a little more." 

"A little exercise wouldn't hurt you," Susan observed. 

"Oh, I intend exercising," he assured her. "I intend exercising quite a 
bit-with you. I'll be doing push-ups with you under me, and sit-ups with you 
sitting on top of me. Together we'll be traveling a hundred miles an hour, 
yet we'll hardly go anywhere at all." 

"You're a shameful man," she insisted. 

"Susan, use that mouth to say other things, or I'll put it to an even better 
purpose," he told her. "I know you can see well enough without your glasses 
so you won't trip over the furniture, and you can cook. I'll expect you to 
do all the cooking, cleaning, and washing for as long as you're here." 

"How long will that be?" she asked. 

"As long as I wish it," he snapped. "I didn't take my vacation this past 
summer because of you, staying at that office during the summer heat to keep 
an eye on those dogs you insisted on buying, watching them go down 
consistently. Well, I've told the firm I'll be away for at least three 
weeks. I have other men covering my clientele for me. Meanwhile, I intend 
devoting my entire attention to my favorite customer. You've become an 
investment, Susan. It's time for that investment to pay off. Just before, 
you received the first dividend. After dinner, I'll get my dividend, and if 
you behave properly, you'll probably have another one, yourself." 

"Very funny," she snapped. 

"Not funny, factual. You'll find the refrigerator filled with food, and 
outside, in back, you'll find a freezer stocked with all kinds of frozen 
meats and vegetables. I expect you to make certain neither of us goes 
hungry. We have enough food to last us three weeks." 

"What happens after that?" she asked. 

"After that, why, I suppose the smart thing is to wait the three weeks and 
see. For now, get supper ready." 

Surprisingly enough, in spite of all she had been through, she had a healthy 
appetite, and she ate. After dinner, she took her time washing the dishes, 
while Tom sat and watched a news show on TV. 

When she had finished washing the dishes, she sat on a couch near his, 
refusing to sit next to the man, and they watched more TV. In fact, she was 
surprised he made no move until ten o'clock. Then he said, "I'm going to 
take a shower. When I come out, you can take over the bathroom. We'll be 
using the larger bedroom." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The shower was finished, and she had put on a hip-length see-through nightie 
he had bought her-one of a half dozen. This one was white. She had never 
worn anything like this before, and the sensual feel of the smooth, light 
material as it slid over her otherwise naked, cleansed body thrilled her. 
She ought to be ashamed, she knew, but she wasn't. She knew she was going to 
be made love to, and though she didn't relish the idea, she had decided it 
might be a good idea to submit, if only to avoid pain. 

She stepped out of the bathroom and entered the larger of the two bedrooms. 
Tom was there, wearing only pajama bottoms, and her heart began thumping the 
moment his eyes fastened themselves on her. He had never seen her like this 
before, and the sight of her was having its effect as she saw the swelling 
take place in his pajama pants. Every sensuous detail of her delightful 
nakedness was lucidly clear, from the rising swell of her tiny pink nipples 
right down to the soft triangle of reddish-blonde pubic hair that nestled 
mysteriously below her tantalizingly white, flat belly. 

His eyes were those of a madman. Susan knew he was going to hurt her, not 
because he wanted to, not because he was sadistic, but because his desire 
for her was so great, like her husband he wouldn't be able to wait to get 
her aroused enough. 

Fear trilled its way up and down her spine, and she began to automatically 
back away from the man. But he was circling, and he had moved between her 
and the door so that the only direction she might travel to get away from 
him was toward the bed. 

At that moment, nothing mattered to Tom Warren other than the finality of 
ramming his hard, throbbing phallus into the sweet glove of cunt that had 
surrounded his fingers, earlier. She had become more than a love-object to 
him. She was a creature of wanton desire, that is, a creature wantonly 
desired by him. He had to have her. He had to fill the cup of her with his 
own hard flesh. Nothing else in the world mattered at that point. 

Susan was dazed at the lust in him, and really didn't know what to say. 
Finally, out of sheer terror, she gasped, "What are you thinking? Why do you 
look at me that way?" 

There was no verbal response from the heavy dark-haired man. She noted he 
carried all his weight in his belly. His buttocks, beneath the pajama pants, 
were small and flat, and he had powerful thighs. Even his arms had no flab 
on them. 

He approached her and she backed against the bed. Then his hand was reaching 
for her, a deep, animalistic groan coming from the depths of his throat. He 
tugged her roughly down onto the bed. His hands gripped the nightie and 
tore, and the material was ripped away like so much tissue paper. 

"So long," he muttered. "I've waited for this for so long." 

"I'll do it, I'll do it!" she gasped. "But be gentle. For heaven's sake, be 
gentle." 

Her voice was resounding through the bedroom in terror as he held her down 
with one hand and ran his other hand greedily over the lush contours of her 
body. She automatically resisted. Her breasts were white bowls, firm, yet 
soft, pink-tipped with circular areolae and centered with equally pink 
nipples. Unable to help himself, he squeezed one of her breasts between his 
fingers, and tight puffs of white flesh protruded painfully in bloodless 
ridges as he compressed all the more tightly. His head fell to the swollen 
bowls, his mouth moving to the budding nipples. He sucked, his teeth biting 
into the resilient flesh of the nipple, feeling the rubbery flesh yield to 
his mouth as he all but gnawed. Though he didn't break the skin, the 
pressure of his teeth was painful, at best. 

"No, oh, God, no ... not like this ... not the way my husband used to be ... 
please ... be merciful ... be gentle ... I'll do whatever you wish...." she 
pleaded, but the words rolled unheeded from her tortured lips. 

In his insane desire for her, Tom held Susan's straining body firmly against 
the bed's solid mattress, made even more solid by the board underneath. She 
was imprisoned now, all but crushed by the heavy weight of the man's chest 
that felt like a huge, flat stone crushing her. Her short blonde-red hair 
whipped this way and that as she thrashed helplessly on the bed, her face 
contorted with horror, her hazel eyes flashing wide in their disbelief that 
this was happening to her. She continued pleading, but he had knocked the 
wind out of her, and no words came from her moving lips. Then he did it! 

Ignoring her low moans, paying no attention to her pleas, he kicked off his 
pajama pants, and Susan felt it before she saw it. The sheer breadth and 
length of it made her look down, and she was stunned at the sight of his 
penis. It had to be nearly twice the length of her former husband's, and it 
had to be more than twice as thick. It looked to be almost as thick as her 
forearm, and half as long, no, three-quarters as long. He expected to fit 
something that huge into the tiny hole into which he had barely been able to 
fit two fingers? He was insane. 

Her slender white thigh scissored out in a final desperate effort to escape 
the brutality of what was going to take place. His hips had fallen weightily 
between her wide-splayed loins, thus pinning her quivering ass-cheeks to the 
bed. The soft, fleecy down of her red-gold pubic hair was brushing teasingly 
against his pulsating phallus, inciting and arousing him to incoherent 
mumblings of crazed and uncontrollable lust. 

There was a mirror attached to the dresser off to the left, and in it, Susan 
saw, as if in slow motion, the assault taking place on her helpless body. 
The man's heavy knees were digging into the soft hollows of her inner 
thighs, forcing them even wider apart, and he was pressing his fulcrum down 
against her, grinding his pelvis against her defenselessly squirming crotch. 
He was gripping his thick cock now, not giving her a chance to lubricate as 
he had done when he had fingered her. Brutally, cruelly, he shoved the 
solidified head of his cock against her vaginal opening. She was so tiny 
down there, it made her all the more aware of how thick his penis really 
was. Without warning, he jammed the penis forward, parting the full 
fleshiness of her moist inner labia. He groaned, and without waiting for her 
to adjust, crammed the full length of his swollen cock all the way into the 
narrow closure of her cuntal crypt, burying his "caesar" as deeply as 
possible into her. 

Susan kicked insanely, squealing like a stuck pig, "Yyyyyaaaaaiiiii...." 

Her legs wildly flailed the air, hoping to escape from what this insane man 
was planning, but the cruel impalement continued. Each movement on her part 
merely worsened what was already happening to her, and she still heard the 
guttural screech of total torment that came tumbling pitifully from the 
depths of her throat as the rock-solid pylon of flesh battered its way 
deeper and deeper into her womanly culvert. The head of his penis battered 
into the back wall of her cunt, and for a moment she feared he would drill 
his way right through. But at last his hairy pelvis smacked into the 
delicate flesh of her groin, signaling it was impossible for him to sink any 
farther into her. His rigidly fleshy column lay buried all the way inside 
her quivering belly, much deeper than her husband's had ever reached, 
stretching her walls much wider than her husband had ever been able to. The 
inner membranes of her cunt had wrapped themselves around his cock as if 
intent on adhering to it. 

"My God! My God! My God!" she gasped. "Please ... wait ... let me adjust ... 
please ... you're killing meeeeee...." 

But he didn't stop. He didn't even give her a chance to widen inside to his 
sudden driving presence in the depths of a womb that had, after fifteen 
years, returned to its virginal tightness. 

He began fucking insanely. He had only one thought at the moment, and that 
was to unleash the glut of sperm filling his reservoir into her cunt, 
putting a part of himself permanently inside her. She deserved to have him 
spew his seed into her. She had used him, teased him, and now deserved 
anything and everything he was going to give her. He was venting his lust, a 
lust that had grown over six months, into the tightness of her groaning 
belly time after time, intent on flooding her interior with the seed 
manufactured in his own body. He would fuck her again and again, until all 
his frustrations were gone, and he no longer gave a damn about her. Then he 
would turn her loose, back at her old apartment, never seeing her again, 
because he intended transferring to another stock brokerage firm up here, in 
the mountains, and he would live at this cabin where she would never again 
find him. 

Susan felt her belly move with his thrusts, her body lifting, her cunt 
moving forward, then back, forward, then back, and the pain in her became 
almost monotonous, until once again the feeling she had enjoyed when he had 
pushed his fingers into her began mounting inside her, and she knew she was 
going to come in spite of the agony and in spite of being manhandled, and 
not because of it. 

She didn't realize it at the time, but Susan had found her soul-mate. No 
matter what he would do to her, she would enjoy it, simply because he was 
the one doing it to her. He was marvelous, yet he was horrible. He was 
wonderful, but hateful. He thrust his cock into the pocket of her tight cunt 
again and again, and when she realized his phallus was thickening even more, 
and his urethra was twitching, knowing he was on the verge of orgasm, that 
was when she came. 

"YYYYYAAAAAIIIII YYYYYAAAIIII YYY-EEEEAAAA IIIYYYYYAAA GGGGHHHHUUUU 
NNNGGGGHHHH AAAAIIIIYYYYY EEEE-AAAAAIIIIYYYYAAAAHHHHH!" she shrieked, as he, 
out of breath, was unable to shout as he spurted his seed into her. 

He fucked into her for a long time, as if making sure all the seed he 
spurted was pumped into her, not wanting it to come out. Susan was so 
exhausted by what he was doing, she fell asleep before he finished. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Susan was in a quandary. She hated the man for forcing himself on her, but 
at the same time her body was feeling the urge for more of what he had done 
to her. The simple truth was, she was, for some reason, enjoying sex 
immensely with this man, but she wasn't enjoying the fact that he was rough 
with her, abusing her, even hurting her. Granted, the orgasms all seemed to 
make it worthwhile, but if there was one thing Susan had learned to hate 
because of her ex-husband, it was the idea of a man dominating her. This was 
another reason why she had not only avoided men wherever possible, but when 
she did come into contact with them, she allowed herself to deceive them, 
taking money from them under false pretenses, making promises she never 
intended keeping, lying to them, one and all, cursing them out, making 
accusations, putting the blame on them for things obviously her own fault. 

Somehow she had to convince him to be gentle with her. She was, after all, 
his prisoner up here, and there was no way she'd be able to escape. There 
was no reason for him to be cruel. 

She was awake now, alone in the large bed. The position of the sun told her 
it was mid-morning. She rose, went to the bathroom and took a long shower. 
Then she decided to dress. The green skirt-suit with the white blouse that 
he had bought her was a twin for the red one she had worn the previous day. 
She put her other clothes in the washer, but when she did put on the green 
skirt-suit, intuition told her to keep the undies off. He had torn her 
nightie to shreds, and he would no doubt do the same to the undies. So 
beneath her skirt she was completely naked, and she wore no brassiere under 
her blouse. Though it was cool outside, she kept the top to her suit off. 

She went out in time to see him driving back. When he parked the car in the 
same place as before, she saw him open a newspaper and turn to the financial 
section. 

Walking over to the car, she opened the passenger door and got in. Leaning 
over, she looked at the stock prices and flinched, barely able to see. Her 
own stocks had dipped so low, her account had to be closed out. She had 
bought on margin, and had covered the margin a half dozen times, but it had 
never been enough. When she had wanted to throw more good money after bad, 
Tom had refused to give her any more money. 

"Well," he said, nodding at the paper, as she slid closer to him and held 
one side of it, "those three bowwows of yours have been thrown off the 
exchange. From now on they'll be trading over-the-counter, assuming that 
they'll be trading at all." 

His right hand was resting on her left thigh, already sliding under her 
skirt. She took the other section of the paper from him, holding it herself 
as his right hand moved around her shoulder, and his left hand took its 
place on her thigh. Her blouse was open at the top, and she felt his breath 
as he peered down and saw she was wearing no brassiere. 

"Why must you be so hateful?" Susan asked. 

"Respect got me nowhere with you," he shrugged. "I showed you respect, I 
even loved you for awhile. You took advantage of it, Susan. You used me. Now 
I'm going to use you." 

"Are you saying you don't love me anymore?" 

"Can you love someone who has no love for you? Can you love someone who has 
conscientiously used you again and again?" 

"Perhaps in the end, if you had persevered with love, you would have won." 

"We're too old for games, Susan. You're almost forty, and I'm not much 
younger. With every passing second we get a little older. Don't hand me any 
crap about really loving me. We both know you have this big hang-up about 
not wanting to be sexually involved with anyone, and that being the case, it 
means you don't love anyone. The truth of the matter is, you're too afraid 
to love anyone. So I've stopped loving you. I know I'll never see the money 
I've 'loaned' you, so I propose taking it out of your hide. I can either 
beat it out of your hide, which means continual beatings for about a 
hundred-and-eighty days straight, or I can fuck it out of your hide. I have 
the feeling that in spite of your fear of fucking, you would prefer that to 
my beating it out of you." 

"I see," she signed, putting the paper down. "Very well, you have me a 
prisoner here, so do what you wish with me." 

"I will, I will," he nodded. 

"But at least be gentle about it. The cruel way you handled me last night 
was sinful." 

"Didn't you come?" 

"Yes," she admitted. "But you hurt me so much, first." 

"And how many times have you hurt me?" he asked. 

His fingers were inching down from her throat, moving inside her blouse, 
touching her breasts. She wondered what he was going to expect from her, and 
then his hand folded over her breast and a charge of lightning blasted 
through her as he caressed the nipple. 

"Wh-what are you going to do?" she asked. "For the moment, you'll do the 
doing. Open my fly, pull out my cock, and start tugging on it." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Why did he have to talk to her that way? Why couldn't he use decent words, 
at the very least? She wriggled uneasily. 

"So, not loving me, what will you do when you get rid of me?" she asked. 

"That's my business," he shrugged. "Besides, the pleasure of using you will 
take a little while to wear off. You're not going anywhere so fast, Susan. 
I'm going to fuck you in every conceivable way, first, and do it more than a 
dozen times each way." 

"I see. Then all I am is something to be used." 

"Just as I was something to be used by you," he shrugged. "Come on, dear 
woman. Where's your hand?" 

Her attempts to continue the discussion in the hope of distracting him for 
awhile hadn't worked. Well, she had tried. 

Her ears picked up the sound as he unzipped his pants, himself. His left 
hand reached out and grabbed her left hand, and he pushed it into his fly. 
Her fingers wrapped themselves around the cock and pulled it out again. God! 
Now that she gripped it, it felt like a thick, electrified cable. She had 
already forgotten how huge he was when compared to her husband. She 
remembered a girl-friend of hers once telling her, "Don't let anyone kid you 
about size and thickness not counting. Granted, a skinny whang that knows 
how to be used is better than a fat one that doesn't know how to be used. 
But a fat cock that does know how to be used is better than all of them." 

Well Tom had proven he knew how to use his cock. It was apparently in 
proportion to the rest of him, because he had a fat belly and a fat cock. 

Susan shuddered, gripping Tom's throbbing phallus very gingerly and 
daintily. It was almost as if she was afraid it might impregnate her through 
her hand. She wondered if what he did to her last night would make her 
pregnant. God! He had almost killed her when he had stuffed that oversized 
sausage into her. If it had been her ex-husband and not herself who was 
sterile, then she would no doubt become very pregnant before leaving here. 

The penis felt hot in her hand, and she quivered, wanting to let go of it, 
not daring to. It was obvious from what this man was telling her that he 
intended making her perform all kinds of sick and perverted acts; acts she 
had read about, heard about, but acts her husband had never made her do, 
thank God. 

"Hold it like you like it," he snapped. "Pull it up and down and stimulate 
it, honey." 

Obediently, she tightened her grip, though inwardly she was beginning to 
feel a little ill. God! What was the matter with this man? For that matter, 
what was wrong with her that she was unable to bring herself under control? 
Once, for a little while, she had fancied she might love this man. That was 
before he had displayed his heavy ardor. Now he made her feel like some kind 
of street tramp. He made it all seem so dirty. She felt like a whore. 

It was warm in the car even if the air outside was brisk. Her hand squeezed 
his pulsing prick even more tightly and squeezed it. Her ears picked up the 
sound of his breathing, and she realized his panting had become somewhat 
heavier in the past few minutes. Suddenly he turned and grabbed her, 
crushing her against him and pressing his mouth fiercely on hers. It was 
last night all over again. When he behaved this way, she wanted to cut and 
run. There was no tenderness in him, although just holding his hot joystick 
was doing things to her. He seemed to thrive on naked sex, expecially with 
her. 

He tore his mouth from hers, and she saw the wild look in his eyes. His hand 
moved away from her breasts and his fingers encircled her neck from behind. 

"Wh-what are you going to do?" she timidly asked, squeezing the base of the 
penis even harder, holding it upright. 

Before she realized what was happening, his hand had pushed her face down 
until her lips were hovering over the head of his pulsing cock. He squeezed 
her neck a little, and she opened her mouth to protest, and that was when he 
jammed her mouth right onto the throbbing organ. It was all oily and sticky. 
He pushed harder, and half the length of cock was in her mouth before he 
realized what had happened. 

"Ggggglllluuuurrrr ccccchhhh!" she gasped. 

"Suck it!" he gasped. "Come on, suck it! I'm going to teach you how to 
really suck a cock, Susan. By the time I'm through with you, you'll be the 
best cocksucker this side of paradise." 

Oh, God! She was going to be sick. She just knew it. The purple tip of his 
throbbing organ was pressing against the opening leading to her gullet, and 
it made her want to gag. This was sick, depraved, completely unclean. She 
felt the sticky ooze, and it tasted faintly sweet and pungent and salty. It 
should have been nauseating. The fact that she actually swallowed some of 
that sticky mess ought to have made her sick, and the fact that it didn't 
... that she actually liked it, was something her mind was unable to accept. 
His two hands were gripping her head in place, forcing her face still lower 
until the massive organ was pushing its head into her gullet. She twisted 
her head in an attempt to pull the penis out of her throat. Her hands dug 
their nails into the backs of his hands and she pulled until he let go and 
she was able to free her mouth. 

He grabbed her neck, turned her to face him, kissed her full on the mouth 
and licked his own secretions out, and snapped, "Don't you ever dare do that 
again. When I tell you to suck, you suck." 

"P-lease," she whimpered. "N-not here. In the house. I'll do a-anything 
inside the cabin, but not out here." 

"What the hell is wrong with out here?" he wanted to know. "There's no one 
around, no one to see or hear, or anything." 

"I know," she said, crying. "I know, but I feel so much more exposed out 
here. All right, I'm your slave, and I know it. I'll do anything you want, 
even if I sometimes fight you, but have the decency to do it to me inside. 
Please!" 

As she spoke this last word, she pulled her face away and he let go of her 
neck. Turning, she opened the car door and ran out, heading for the house. 
She was glad of the momentary reprieve, but was unable to shake the taste of 
his penis from her mouth. Shaking, she ran into the bathroom and locked the 
door. What was happening to her life? 

Finally she brushed her teeth-he had brought her a toothbrush-and she rinsed 
her mouth with Scope. Oh, God! What in heaven's name was she going to do? 
There was no phone, and she was so blind without her glasses, she would 
never see to be able to get away. The worst part of all this was her having 
liked it. 

Yes, in spite of her tears and the fact that she hated his forcing her head 
down, underneath there was an eerie, almost astral sensation of inner 
excitement that continued flaring just under the surface. He was teaching 
her the meaning of desire, even if it was in a forced manner. It had been so 
long since any man had touched her that Susan hadn't realized how, in all 
these years, she had become so taut and strung-out. There was a weird 
feeling in her now, a feeling of need and anticipation. Tom had "forced" her 
to understand what lay beneath her hate of sex. He had brought out the 
desire in her, and she hated him all the more for it, for he admitted he no 
longer loved her. 

She had read somewhere that when a woman enjoys sex and then is deprived of 
it, an unbearable need for it builds up inside her. She was certain 
something like that would never happen to her, but the truth was, something 
like that did happen to her. There was an incredible urgency in her, 
screaming for all kinds of relief, and she realized that alone, up here, she 
had the opportunity to give vent to those inner feelings. But to do so with 
a man who hated her? Even if she was beginning to understand him, and ... 
yes ... love him a little, she felt unclean because he no longer loved her. 

Her mind raced and her heart pounded and somehow her tears dried and she 
became somewhat calmer. An idea was taking place in her mind. What he wanted 
her to do was dirty. But if she were able to seduce him, to make him want 
her vagina, then maybe he would forget about dirty sex, and he might be 
content to simply fuck her. She wasn't worried about his making her pregnant 
at this point. After all, he had fired one big load into her last night, and 
if that didn't do the job, then there just wouldn't be enough sperm in the 
future ejaculations to really be of any danger to her. Yes, yes, that was 
it. She would try seducing him and making him "fuck" her. God! What a filthy 
word. 

Sighing, she finally unlocked the bathroom door and hurried to the bedroom 
before the man came in. She heard the front door open and close, and she 
called out to him, "Don't come in, yet. I'm making myself look nice." 

There was no answer from the other side of the door, but he didn't open it. 
So she assumed he was being somewhat agreeable. 

A thought came into her mind. He had seen her in the shortie nightie the 
night before and he had ripped it off her. Would he do the same with the 
next shortie nightie? After all, he had only bought her six, and there were 
only five left. Oh, she wanted to arouse him. Now that she thought about it, 
she wondered if she might not be able to rekindle the feelings of love 
inside him. But she wanted him to want her for more than her body. He wanted 
her solely on a physical plane at the moment, and she preferred it if he 
would want her for her inner self, as well. Besides, being practical, the 
man, a bachelor all these years, had put aside a tidy little nest-egg, and 
even if he wouldn't allow her to gamble with it in the stock market, it 
would give her some sense of security. 

She dug out the next shortie nightie, an orange, frilly affair that seemed 
to almost match the color of her hair. It was no less transparent than the 
one she had previously worn, but what the devil! He had already seen as much 
of her as there was to see. So she put it on, seeing the way her breasts 
spilled out of the top of it because of the cord under the cups which pushed 
her mammaries up. She wore nothing below, the transparent frilly bottom of 
the nightie covering nothing, in fact blending with her pubic hair so as to 
make it almost invisible. 

Unlocking the bedroom door, she stepped outside, her heart hammering now. 
Susan had to try and win the man over again, if only for her own safety and 
peace of mind. That he would be forcing her to go to bed with him again 
didn't matter. He was doing that now, anyway. 

The only light in the large outer room was the light coming through the 
windows. By now, it was almost noon, and the sun was almost directly 
overhead, so almost no actual sunlight came into the room. 

"Tom?" 

She felt foolish all of a sudden, putting on a shortie nightie in the middle 
of the day. Would he laugh or be sarcastic. 

"Ah, I see the slave of the house has finally decided to descent from her 
ivory tower." 

She turned to find Tom sitting in the one large chair in the room. He had a 
drink in his hand. She had known Tom to take a drink now and again, but this 
was the first time she had seen him with one during the day. He was staring 
at her, devouring her with his eyes as he had done the night before. Dear 
heaven! He sounded nasty again. Was he drunk? 

She would have to brave it out. She knew he was intent on using her, so what 
the hell, try and make him do it her way. 

"I only put this on to make me look good for you," she told him, laughing 
nervously. Hell! She had never seduced a man before. How did one go about 
doing it, anyway? 

"D-do you like it?" she asked, turning around slowly, letting him see her 
nakedness through the transparent cloth. "Y-you see, it's better inside 
here. I mean, we have the whole place to ourselves anyway, and we can do 
what we want wh-where we want. I would never feel as relaxed outside as I do 
here." 

"You are such a liar, Susan," he spat at her. "Have you any idea how 
transparent you are? I can see through you as clearly as I can see through 
the nightie you're wearing." 

She froze, suddenly clutching her elbows with her hands, pressing her arms 
into her body as if he had actually taken a spear and had jammed it into her 
belly. How was it possible for him to be so cruel? Here she was, just about 
agreeing to anything he wanted, and he was calling her transparent and a 
liar. She was trying so hard, so hard, and all he was able to do was make 
fun of her. Suddenly she was furious, blindly, burningly, angrily furious. 

"How dare you talk to me that way?" she gasped. "I don't know what it is you 
want from me any longer, but whatever I do, it just isn't good enough. I've 
had all I'm going to take from you, Tom." 

Susan turned and fled into the bedroom, feeling more humiliated and hurt by 
his words than by anything he had previously done to her. Inwardly she was 
shaking with anger. His hand was suddenly gripping her arm, first one, then 
the other, and he began shaking her from behind. 

"Oh, no you don't, you sweet little bitch!" he snarled. "I'm the one man in 
the world who knows you better than you know yourself. You knew there was no 
way to escape being fucked, so you figured you'd do it on your terms, 
demurely, in a lady-like way. Well, I brought you here as my prisoner, my 
slave, my captive, and that means you're going to do anything and everything 
I want, and you're going to do it all my way." 

Susan listened, staring at the fat man, hearing him through a maze of 
confused mental anguish. There was pain in the pit of her belly. The pain of 
humiliation, anger, fright, and the terror that he knew her so well he had 
seen right through her. He had obviously loved her at one time or another to 
know her so well. Why did he hate her so, now? Why was he hurting her when 
he was able to have her willingly? Why wasn't it possible for him to behave 
rationally toward her instead of making her feel she was a failure as a 
woman. 

Yes! Failure! That was it! She was just that, a failure as a woman. He was 
needling her, driving home the fact that she had, until now, been unable to 
respond as a normal woman. 

She felt his arms catch her under the knees, and then he was lifting her 
frail form, carrying her through the bedroom door. She struggled and tried 
slapping his face, but he was much too strong for her. The tears were 
pouring down her cheeks now, and she began to cry bitterly, the anguish and 
the inner pain too much to bear. 

He tossed her onto the bed and she curled herself into a ball, quivering 
with sobs and hiding her head in the pillow. Never, in all the years that 
she had been married, had her husband made her feel so inferior as a woman. 
But this man knew tricks, devilish tricks her husband didn't know, and he 
was using them all to good effect on her. She was more terrified at this 
moment than the night her husband had come home and had smashed a beer 
bottle and had threatened to carve her face. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Now he hovered menacingly over her as she stared up at him. 

"Oh, you are such a goddamned stinking bitch, Susan," he snapped at her. 
"Keeping me on a string all these months, promising, never delivering, 
turning me into a frustrated bundle of nerves. I brought you out here to 
make you understand once and for all, that I'm boss. Here, what I want, 
goes. What you want counts only if it coincides with what I want, 
understand? We do things my way at all times. How I want it, when I want it, 
where I want it, and for as long as I want it." 

He slapped her buttocks solidly, a sharp, stinging whack, telling her, "Turn 
over, cunt!" 

He didn't wait, but grabbed her, turned her himself, then gripped the 
shortie nightie and ripped it from her as he had the other one. 

"Tom, please ... oh, please...." she cried. "Please ... please don't do 
this. We have a chance to start over, to make something of our lives 
together. Just because I was stupid and blind and didn't understand how 
important sex was to you is no reason for you to ruin what can be something 
good for both of us." 

"I'm not the one who ruined it," he gasped, shredding the nightie as he 
pulled it from her shuddering body. "You're the one who ruined everything, 
you!" he cursed, as she simply lay there, totally naked now, once again 
revealed to him in all her glory. 

"What will you do now?" she asked, calmly. 

"Now?" he smirked, straddling her body after removing his own clothing, 
holding the long, heavily veined, rigid thickness that was his powerful, 
thrusting penis, waving it about as if it were some kind of medieval spear. 
She stared at it, the way it jutted from the hair on his pelvis in all its 
obscene enormity. She was unable to keep herself from shuddering. 

He smiled, seeing the goose bumps rising on her skin. His hand continued 
clutching the lascivious stalk of hot, hard muscle, and then he began 
salaciously stroking it back and forth in front of her eyes, as if intent on 
meaning to make it spit its contents into her face. 

She looked up and saw him smiling at her, his eyes boring into hers like 
twin, white-hot pokers as she watched his hand continue to tug. It was 
almost as if he was telling her he enjoyed masturbating more than he did 
fucking her-enjoying it because her eyes were focused on the massive organ 
in repellent fascination. 

On, no! No! This was something that just wasn't real. It was a nightmare 
that couldn't be happening. 

In terror, she watched him reach out with his free hand, reaching behind him 
and into her crotch, his fingers dipping into the golden-red-haired lips of 
her vulva. Then he slowly slid back, until he was between her tantalizing 
thighs and his penile head was resting on her clitoris, rubbing back and 
forth, causing more and more oils to come seeping out of her. Sparks of 
divine delight went blistering through her body and she gasped again and 
again. 

"This is where you want me to shove the old pecker, isn't it, Susan. That's 
where it'll really do you some good, because this way you'll come with me, 
won't you." He began rubbing the head against the bead of her clitoris in a 
tiny, circular massaging motion that caused her pelvis to automatically arch 
up. It did so without her wanting it to, and Susan realized she was trying 
to use the lips of her cunt to suck his cock inside. "But you're not going 
to get my cock in there, Sweet Sue. You are going to suck this dong of mine 
if I have to cram every last fucking inch down your lovely throat. What's 
more, when I shoot, you're going to swallow every boiling drop of it down 
your gullet. You'll suck if you end up drowning in my juices. Dig?" 

"P-please, oh, please, no, don't do this ... don't ruin things for us. Don't 
you see, your bringing me here has opened my eyes. We have a chance to make 
things good between us. Don't lose that chance." 

She held her hands out to him in what was plainly a futile gesture of 
implorement, but he was tracing the sticky head of his penis up along her 
belly now ... sliding it up her body in lascivious tracings. He moved 
slowly, guiding the head against her rib cage, and then against her nipples, 
first the right one, then the left. Without her wanting them to do so, Susan 
felt her nipples hardening at the touch of his penile head. Each nipple 
became an over-sized pink pearl of desire, elongated and delightful. 

He was ignoring her pleas. He was going to force her, she knew it. What was 
more, she knew he was going to do what he wanted her to do. A rising wave of 
hatred engulfed her. Once again the self-pity she had felt for so many years 
before swept through her. For a moment she thought of frantically fighting 
like a tigress, at least clawing at his testicles and perhaps rendering him 
useless before he used her like a common street tramp. But she knew no 
matter what she did to him he was too strong for her, and it would only come 
back even more powerfully against her. He would kill her, if need be. She 
knew it now. If nothing else, Susan was a survivor. She would survive no 
matter what the price. It didn't matter how horrible or degrading anything 
was, as long as she survived. 

"All right," he snapped at her. "Just open that sweet mouth of yours and 
suck my cock right in." 

He crammed the blunted head right against her chin, his thighs straddling 
the delectable rotundities that were her breasts, aware of their fullness 
and lushness. The cock was so close, she was able to see every winding vein 
and artery. She noted the way the head of the pulsing, rubbery instrument 
throbbed, swelling and receding, weeping sticky tears that not only leaked 
out, but fell to her chin. Even the slit in the tip of his penile head was 
perfect. 

"No...," she gagged. "Oh, God! No, I won't do it! I won't!" she was crying 
through clenched teeth as her stomach heaved with nausea. 

"You are definitely going to do this, you damned bitch!" he snapped. "You 
will suck on it until I shoot, and then you will drink every last little 
drop of it, because if you don't, I swear I'll shove it so far down your 
throat, you'll choke to death on it." His hand gripped her hair again, 
causing pain to shoot through her head. 

When she tried using her hands, he pressed his knees into her arms. "I'm 
going to turn you into the best cocksucker the world has ever known," he 
insisted. "You're going to give your complete and undivided attention to the 
sucking of my cock. Take it, you bitch!" he snarled savagely. 

Susan wondered if death might not be preferable, after all. She began madly 
struggling beneath him, wriggling in furious shame, tears of horrible 
humiliation pouring down her cheeks, her breath coming in tortured sobs of 
terror and pain. Even as she continued fighting against him, she knew it was 
in vain, that the unbelievable lurid madness of their insane struggle had 
only one end to it ... the end Tom wanted. 

He let go of his throbbing phallus and slapped her cheek very hard. First 
one cheek, then the other. 

"Suck it into your mouth you fucking twat!" he yelled, jerking her head by 
the hair and continuing to slap her with his punishing hand. She suddenly 
stopped fighting, realizing further struggle was totally useless. God! Oh, 
God! 

Once more her ears picked up the sound of his heavy breathing as she 
realized her arms, previously feeling pain because of the weight of his 
knees, now felt numb. The man's buttocks, flat, not at all fat like the 
hanging belly above his outstanding cock, flattened her rondular breasts. 
She tried turning her head to escape the mammoth phallus, but it either 
rubbed her chin or her jaw. There was no escape from it. Sobbing, her eyes 
closed for the moment and tears streaking down her cheeks from beneath 
closed lids, she knew the time had come. She slowly parted her lips. 

"You goddamned smug, self-satisfied cunt!" the man spat at her almost 
viciously, finally drawing his knees back off her pained and numbed arms. 
"You always took everything from me you were able to get. Well now I'm 
giving you my cock. You take it in your hands, hold it, lick it with that 
pretty little pink tongue of yours, lick it all over-cock, balls, all 
over-and you don't stop until I tell you or I'll wallop the shit out of, 
you. We're going to find out once and for all if there's a woman inside you, 
or if you're just a hollow shell that pretends to be female. Now start 
lapping away, you cunt!" 

The heavy man's handsome face was, at the moment, a mask of grotesque and 
livid enragement mixed with wanton desire as he watched the totally naked 
and completely subservient woman beneath him very slowly reach forward with 
fingers not yet able to fully feel, finally letting the tips touch his 
pulsating penis. A burning sensation of thrilling delight jolted its way 
through the fleshy cylinder, echoing in his throat in a strangling grunt as 
her slender fingers finally touched the phallus and then encircled it. Damn 
the cunt! Damn her to fucking hell! He would show her once and for all. She 
was his goddamned slave, his prisoner, his menial, and she was going to do 
everything he wanted from now on-everything. The sensation of her cool hand 
on the throbbing length of his hot cock-against her will-caused lightning 
bolts of pure desire to charge uncontrollably through his shuddering form. 
At this moment he was blind to everything other than the chastising 
degradation he was determined to carry out. 

The near-overwhelming bitterness and inner dejection, added to the sudden 
fear he had engendered in her, causing Susan to suddenly try defending 
herself against the depravity of this man's attack were changing to 
licentious seethings that were beginning to boil through her quaking loins. 
Her belly was feeling all kinds of funny sensations because of the touch of 
her fingers against the steely hardness of the hotly throbbing length of 
masculine pipe. Inwardly she was certain she didn't want to feel any of 
this, and she whimpered aloud, knowing she was feeling all this for which 
she had no desire. The sight and presence of the long, thick rigidity in her 
hand, less than an inch from her lips was blotting out all other conscious 
sensations. 

"Lick it damn you!" he all but roared at her, pulling on her hair and 
jerking her face that much closer to his swollen penis. "If you want to 
throw up, feel free to do so. Lying the way you are, it'll fall back on you, 
anyway. All the begging in the world isn't going to keep you from sucking 
the old ding-dong, honey. I'm the lord and master here, and you're the 
slave. When I say suck, you suck. So give peter your undivided attention and 
begin licking." 

"Ohhhh ... Lord ... please don't do this...," she sobbed. 

For a shuddering instant total panic enveloped her as she realized there was 
absolutely no escape. He was definitely going to make her suck his cock, and 
there was no way to stop him. Even so, she was doing her best to prolong the 
moment, her hand constantly stroking and caressing the thick instrument, her 
fingertips teasing the penile head, realizing she was only making it wetter 
as it continued leaking more of the oils within. The throbbing glans looked 
bigger and thicker than ever, and she tugged the lance up and down again and 
again, her mind accepting that she had no option but to participate in this 
licentious happening. Little by little the rest of the world became a blur 
as her attention continued focusing on the long, hard penis. Unable to 
restrain herself, she began pulling it lower and lower and lower, toward her 
face. 

The beautiful redheaded woman heard the heavy man above her almost strangle 
with anticipation. Her tiny pink tongue was reaching out toward the 
pulsating penis, and then it momentarily touched the wet tip. He moaned and 
shuddered, filled with delight. Then she wrapped her tongue around it, 
licking furiously, experimentally, trying to find out how much she would 
loathe it, and the man moaned again. He reached beneath his buttocks and 
filled his hands with the swells of her delightful breasts. She held her 
breath for a moment and touched the end of her tongue to the slit in the tip 
of his penis, and the oily, salty taste of the fluid thrilled her even more 
this time than it had when she had tasted it in the car. A strange sense of 
wild excitement charged through her. Her hand moved downward, still stroking 
the penile shaft as her tongue continued tasting the flavorful fluid, 
twirling around the tip, and then her hand found the soft, wrinkled, 
hair-covered sac of his testicles, those factories filled with all the 
little tadpoles she would eventually have to swallow. Susan didn't know if 
she would be able to do so. But the mere idea no longer seemed distasteful 
to her. Her tongue flatly licked its way along the penile underside, feeling 
the rigidity of the phallus and the thickness of the urethra inside, then it 
slowly moved back to the coronal rim again, then down over the full sac of 
his throbbing testicles. She licked, but not because he had commanded. She 
licked because she was unable to help herself. It was as if this seemed like 
the right thing to do. His groans of delight affirmed what she believed. 

Her hands continued caressing in the wake of her lapping tongue, with 
strange, slave-like devotion, and she used both hands to press on either 
side of the organ without actually using her fingers to surround it. She 
tugged her head back briefly to look at it, and saw it wet and shining with 
her saliva. It no longer looked like something frightening, but rather like 
a sleek and shining upright master, so huge, so naked, and waiting to 
dominate, though domination in this case would be achieved by her devouring 
that which ached to control her. She pursed her lips and let the pole slide 
between them. It pushed deeper and deeper into her mouth, the hot, hard 
shaft sliding along the length of her tongue as her mouth absorbed more and 
more of it. 

Tom, staring, unable to believe she had finally come around to doing this at 
last, groaned with utter delight. He stared in rapt fascination as her 
beautiful mouth continued slurping and sucking and licking the long, hard, 
shuddering length of throbbing cock. He took a perverse pleasure in watching 
her suck that organ after six months of her playing cock-teaser. Still, 
suspicious at the moment of her motives, despite the incredible oral 
performance her mouth was giving, he stared at the pagan way she sucked, 
unable to stop the sensation of total joy from spreading through his 
shuddering belly. She was sucking him! Susan Kean was eating his cock! This 
beautiful, stunning, cock-teasing redhead was moving so that she was able to 
pull more and more of his pulsating organ into the narrow tightness of her 
sucking oral cave. 

Without wanting to feel it, he sensed a wave of unbidden desire for her that 
bordered on more than something physical. It was a sensation of tenderness 
sweeping through him, and his hand, which had been tightly gripping her 
hair, eased its hold. He noted she kept her neck bent and her head up as her 
mouth continued sucking. 

Without thinking, he slowly undulated his hips, sliding the hot, wet, 
pulsing penis in and out of the tender loving cavern of her mouth, in and 
out, in and out, a lustful rocking rhythm as he felt her lips continually 
suck. Her lips pulled so hard, he heard a loud sucking sound each time her 
mouth pulled back. One hand clung to the doughy clump of his testicles, and 
he guided the penis in and out of the tantalizing cavern of a thousand 
delights, thrusting forward with his hips, reaching down with his hands, 
clasping them behind her head, and pulling her mouth all the more strongly 
onto the penile probe. Her ovaled mouth puffed out each time the penis 
pushed in, and her cheeks sucked in each time the cock pulled back. She 
toiled, showing her obeisance, her total subservience to him, and Tom 
smiled, unable to resist slamming his hard cock even more deeply into her 
mouth, hearing her gurgle as the head jammed itself deeper into her gullet 
every time. 

Susan's cheeks burned from the violent slapping he had given her, and her 
breasts hurt where he had knelt and pressed with his ass. Though her husband 
had fucked her cunt raw when she had been married, the man had never been 
excessively violent. He had never purposely been cruel, nor had he tried 
punishing her. What Tom was doing to her was unconscionable, and on purpose. 
She was unable to remember ever feeling so completely and utterly punished, 
so ashamed and sordidly humiliated, but through all this there were still 
strange sensations of intemperate lasciviousness growing in the depths of 
her soft belly as well as in her firm loins. These strange suggestions 
shamed her even more. They suggested she might be enjoying this lascivious 
horror that was being forced on her. 

She clung possessively to the massive shaft that was his weighty cock, as 
well as to the dangling sac that contained his testicles, and though tears 
continued heavily streaming down her cheeks, she was aware of an 
unfathomable happiness beginning to build and swell uncontrollably through 
her shuddering body. Amazingly, her vagina and her entire feminine interior 
began to grow moist and then soddenly wet as she found herself more and more 
excited. Her squeezing thighs quivered as she explored every ridge and 
wrinkle with her working tongue continuing to lick ferally at the 
blood-bloated tip of his massively throbbing cock. Now it was no longer a 
monstrosity, but rather a wonder wand. 

Tom stared at the elastic sucking of his beautiful prisoner's ribbon-like 
lips as they surrounded his pulsating penis. All the while he continued 
thrusting his loins back and forth, fucking her tender mouth with a 
continually building mania. Her ripe lips contorted, clinging to his 
thickened shaft with rapt attention. He stared at the way the tiny ridges of 
flesh, so delightfully pink, pulled out as his cock withdrew from between 
her lips, and then it disappeared when he rammed forward, sinking the thick 
head of his cock into the narrow stricture of her gullet. The wiry dark 
hairs on his pelvis were brushing her uptilted nose. Jesus H. Fucking 
Christ! She was sucking with vigor, his body feeling the delight she was 
undergoing at eating his organ. It was like his throbbing penis was a thick 
piece of sugar cane, and she was pulling on it like some lost lamb that was 
starving. God! When the time came for him to unload his balls and prostate 
into her mouth, he'd really give her something to swallow. She'd be content 
for a week, after that. 

"Eat it, Susan, eat it all, eat your fill, honey ... make sure you fuck it 
really well." 

Obediently the hungry Susan continued to suck on the massive bloated length 
that was his penis, her lips pulling with greater strength than ever, 
instinctively making her mouth as tight as possible in order to intensify 
the pressure that was driving him wild with licentious bliss-the bliss she 
had denied both him and herself for so long. In her uncontrolled need for 
his phallus, she sucked the organ so deeply into her heatedly filled 
salivary cavity that the thickness of it nearly strangled her. Somehow she 
caught her breath and began running her tongue feverishly up and down the 
ultra-sensitive underside, wherein rested his urethra, feeling it throb and 
pulsate to her lingual touch, tasting the tangy spice of its heady fluid. 

All the while, Susan's hand continued massaging 

Tom's heavy testicles with subservient affection as he moved up and down. 
... letting his throbbing cock pump in and out of her mouth in a continually 
wild and driving rhythm. Her ears once again picked up the ragged sound of 
his moaning breath, coming in great, gulping gasps. As the feeling in him 
continued mounting higher and higher, she found her own inner desire 
catching in a zigzag of flaming little sensations that raced wildly through 
her veins in a lustful minor key. Dear God! 

The realization suddenly struck Susan that for the first time in her life 
she was in love with a man. Yes, she loved Tom Warren. Her hips wriggled on 
the bed, and her legs alternately widened and narrowed, squeezing together, 
and she was aware of the aching void between her own legs that was in dire 
need of being filled. 

In this maddening, lusting, sucking paradise that was her wonderful oral 
cavern pulling on the length of his hard and pulsing cock, Tom began sensing 
that Susan needed him physically, needed him as much this way as she had 
depended on him financially, before. 

One of his hands reached beneath the cheeks of his ass which were no longer 
pressing on her breasts, and he began caressing the firm, white, upstanding 
mammaries. His fingers found the nipples and pinched them, turning them from 
pink little pokers to red little fingers of erotic and blistering flame. 
Then, with one hand still filled with the roundness of her breast, he 
reached back with his other hand, thrusting his pelvis forward, while his 
hand sought and found her pubic mound, insinuating a finger deep inside her 
aching slit, finding the tight little hole at the bottom, feeling her 
flowing with an abundance of slippery juices, he knew her hot inner passage 
was readying itself for him. The idea that she was flowing with passionate 
waters, all because she was sucking and slurping on his throbbing organ as 
it swelled to near-bursting caused a salacious surge of delight to blast 
through his shuddering brain and belly. His finger continued slipping in and 
out of her sodden cunt, and she arched and moaned in response, cunt rising 
to finger, mouth to cock. 

Susan was still unable to believe all this. She was enjoying this act of 
degradation, and she was enjoying it to an enormous extent. At the same time 
she was intelligent enough to believe and understand that a lot of her 
behavior had been due to total ignorance on her part. She eagerly began 
sucking away hungrily, her mouth slurping, her lips pulling, her tongue 
licking the beautifully erect and pulsating column belonging to Tom Warren. 
It throbbed in her mouth, letting her know he was feeling as much pleasure 
as she at what she was doing, and her heart leaped, for she was certain that 
with time, she would be able to win over his love again. She shuddered and 
gasped as he pushed his finger deeper into her wanting womanly warren, 
bringing her pleasure all over again. Delight constantly flooded through her 
in overpowering waves sending ripples of seething sensation through her 
shuddering skin, sizzling through her veins and through the depths of her 
soft belly. Her full breasts felt as if they were visibly enlarging from 
within, like ripening fruit reaching toward a life-offering sun. It was all 
so wonderful ... so absolutely beautiful ... so marvelous! As a result she 
sucked that much harder on his throbbing phallus, and her pelvis continued 
arching itself up to the thrust of his manual digit. 

She lay on her back, her own hands supporting his buttocks at the moment, 
her rounded ass-cheeks catching the sheets beneath her in the crack between 
them. His penis was a knife that jutted down her gullet, a dull, columnar 
blade that pushed and thrust and stabbed into her throat repeatedly. Had 
anybody ever told her how much she would be enjoying this, she would have 
told that person he was mad. Her mouth was moving like a repeating rifle 
with a recoil, down and then right back up to engulf the full length of the 
hard and swollenly turgid phallus. She sucked as if there were no tomorrow, 
not only loving him, but loving the penis, enjoying the taste of it, 
savoring the meatiness and the oiliness of the throbbing organ. The hard 
tumescence pushed all the more deeply into her gullet, touching something 
inside, and Susan suddenly became aware of the fact that she was on the 
verge of another orgasm. There were nerve-endings in her throat, 
nerve-endings that thrilled and titillated and enchanted her beyond all 
belief. Her mouth worked faster now, because the faster she rubbed her 
throat against the head of his cock, the greater the stimulation she felt, 
and she was almost there. Now she wanted his sperm. She wanted to drink it, 
to take it into her stomach, to savor it and feel secure in the warmth it 
was about to impart. 

Tom also felt the tightening of her lips and the crushing pressure of her 
squeezing gullet. He quivered and shook and felt thrilled beyond belief. She 
was willingly sucking and enjoying what she was doing, and he realized she 
was far more sensuous than he had ever imagined. She was wonderful, 
fantastic, way beyond his imagination. She was certainly far superior to any 
other female he had ever known. But his keen mind told him if he ever showed 
her the littlest bit of sympathy at this point, she would once again set out 
to take advantage of him. Susan was that kind of woman. 

Things were changing radically now. No longer did he intend throwing her 
away as he would have done had she not responded quite so favorably. No, she 
was much too good to lose. Now his intent had changed very radically. From 
now on she was his prisoner for life, though she was unaware of it, yet. For 
all he knew, her mouth was sucking with such fervor merely to con him into 
believing she would do whatever he ordered simply to get it all over and 
done with. But no, she was sucking too well for that. Tom realized that it 
was vaguely possible not even Susan was aware of the depth of her feeling 
for him. That was something only time would correct. 

He reached forward with one hand after removing it from her breast, gripping 
the headboard, slamming his cock into her gullet, ramming it as far down her 
throat as was humanly possible. He rammed, crammed, jammed, and slammed the 
organ down again and again. 

Susan's face lifted to his groin, her sucking lips leeching on his masculine 
pole with greater and greater pressure as she pulled the organ that much 
more deeply into the depths of her throat. She was there now, and nothing 
was going to stop her. 

"GGGGLLLLUUUUCHHHH LLLLGGGG-MMMMPHHH WWWWAAAAUUUUGGGG LLLL-UUUUPHHHH 
UUURRRHHHHMMMM WWWW-PHHHHWWW UUUGGGHHHH!" 

It was an overpowering internal paroxysm that blasted through her again and 
again, crashing over her like a mile-high tidal wave. She quaked with spasms 
of seismic delight as his cock continued cramming itself ever deeper into 
the narrow tightness of her esophagus. 

Unable to withhold himself any longer, Tom finally came. 

"OHHHHH ... YYYEEEEAAAAHHHHH ... SUCK IT BABBBYYYYY ... SUCK ... SUCK ... 
SUCK ... SUCK MYYYYY ... COCCCCKK UUU-NNNGGGG HHHAAAGGHHHH!" 

She sucked, pulling, draining, swallowing, gulping, glorying in the taste of 
the heated oils that splashed down her lovely throat again and again. It was 
like nectar, and Susan swallowed it all, keeping the cock so deep into her 
mouth, that even as it shrunk, the wobbly tip was still resting on the back 
of her tongue, giving her the last final drops she wanted. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

She was his now, all his, his slave to do with as he pleased, and she let 
him know as much, not with words or actions, but by the adoring way she 
looked at him, first when sucking his cock, and after, when washing his 
groin carefully with a cloth. Tom knew, in order to keep her his, he had to 
keep a tight rein on her, at least for now. Give her one lousy inch, and she 
would exploit it into ten miles. That was Susan's nature. She was unable to 
help herself. His best bet was to totally dominate her for as long as 
possible, until a natural change took place inside her, and she realized she 
just wasn't going to get it any better than she had it, right now. 

"Hurry and get me something to drink," he said to her. 

' "In a moment," she sighed, still feeling the aftereffect of her own 
orgasm. She was lying beside him on the bed, panting heavily. Tom used a 
foot to kick her out of bed. "When I tell you to do something, you do it," 
he ordered. "Now move your ass. I want a drink. Scotch-rocks." 

Susan didn't like this aspect of Tom Warren. However, it came with the rest 
of him, and she knew there was nothing in the world she would be able to do 
to stop him. Theirs was a relationship that would need maturing on both 
sides. At the moment she was unable to see herself as he saw her. As far as 
she was concerned, he was maligning her, abusing her, taking advantage of 
her, even after she had offered him love. Well her future was obviously 
going to be different from that which she had originally envisioned, but it 
was just as well. The last thing she needed was the kind of future she had 
originally foreseen for herself, where she would be working at smuggling 
diamonds until she was either caught or too old, and then she would end up 
in prison or in an old-age home, which was also prison. If Tom had done 
nothing else, he had made her aware of her body. She knew now, if necessary, 
she would be able to use it, for awhile, at least, because she had no doubt 
she was extremely desirable. But she wouldn't sell herself like some common 
tart. Rather she would prefer to be a wealthy man's mistress, and there were 
plenty of old men, extremely wealthy, who didn't go for the frivolous young 
girls who willingly flaunted their bodies at men. She knew, because she had 
met multitudes of them in the diamond capitals of Europe. They had 
approached her more than once with an offer of fabulous wealth in return for 
sole use of her body. She had always refused because of her inordinate fear 
of sex, but that fear had finally been overcome, to some extent, anyway. If 
she stayed longer, she knew her fear would be totally overcome, but only 
because it was this man who was teaching her all these things. 

She found the scotch in the cabinet over the refrigerator, and took ice 
cubes from the freezer. She poured a measured amount into a glass and 
brought it back to Tom who was sitting up in bed. 

"This is fine," he sighed, after sipping it. "Lie down!" 

"Why?" she asked. 

"Because I'm going to give you a little reward for behaving so nicely." 

"What kind of reward?" she asked. 

"Something sexual," he smiled, and she realized he was unaware that she had 
come from sucking his cock. 

For some reason, and she didn't know why, she felt panicked. But she did as 
he said. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

She lay flat on her back as he stood above her. Her eyes stared from under 
the fringe of her eyelashes, noting the way he walked toward the bed, away 
from the bed, toward the bed, sipping his scotch. He finished half his 
drink, then dipped his fingers into the glass, pulled out the ice cubes, and 
put them on the windowsill. Heat from the sun would melt them into pools of 
water, and then they would evaporate, all in less than an hour. 

When Tom approached the bed again, Susan saw the look of intensity written 
on his face, and she felt panic overtake her for a moment. Why was he 
staring at her that way? 

The hand with the glass moved between her legs, as did his other hand. 
Without a word, he used the fingers of his free hand to part the lips of her 
cunt, and then he poured his remaining cold scotch right into her pussy. 
Most of it came splashing out onto the bed, but some of it freezingly went 
all the way inside, and she felt a mixture of sensations. 

"Aaaaaiiiieeee yyyyaaaahhhhhhhh!" she shrieked, feeling cold and yet 
stinging from the alcohol touching her tender membranes. "Tom, what are you 
doing?" 

"I like to drink my scotch from a tasty cup," he smiled. 

The frightened woman shrank back instinctively as the hands of this man she 
had come to regard with respect, as well as love, began roaming all over her 
white body, one hand cold from having held onto the glass, the other hand 
warm, though with wet fingertips since he had gotten her vagina soaked when 
he had splashed the scotch all over it, and he had soaked his fingertips 
with the fluid, as well. 

"Tom, what are you doing ... no ... don't , . . please...," she begged, 
desperately trying her best to squirm away. 

"Susan, I told you a long time ago, I want you silent and still," Tom 
insisted, and there was something in the even, steady tone of his voice that 
made the redhead understand he meant what he was saying. By now, she knew 
only too well how enraged he was capable of becoming if she didn't do things 
right. There was no doubt he was in a state of anxiety in spite of the fact 
that he had come some minutes earlier. 

Tom was determined to make her understand he was the ruler in this tiny 
little kingdom. He would give her some freedom when she merited it, but not 
a moment before. 

His mouth, smelling of liquor, came down on hers, and she tasted the scotch 
as he licked her tongue. They kissed violently again and again, his hands 
running over the fullness of her soft, white, pink-tipped breasts. Then his 
hands once again returned to the center of her womanhood, the fount which 
contained much scotch within, teasing the pink lips of her cunt, making her 
aware of how ultra-sensitive she was internally because of the way the 
alcohol continued tantalizing her inner mucous membranes. It was agonizing, 
yet arousing, and she realized, in spite of having had an orgasm, her cunt 
hadn't been touched at the time, and as a result, the vaginal walls, as well 
as the clitoris, in spite of being douched with alcohol and overly 
sensitive, still ached for some inner satisfaction. 

Susan lay perfectly still on the bed, afraid to breathe at the moment, 
terrified of provoking this man again. She was aware by now how quick he was 
to anger. He was no longer the caring, patient man he used to be, and she 
was beginning to understand that some of it had to do with her former 
attitude, though she refused to reconcile herself to ever having been wrong. 

But he surprised her. Instead of roughly manhandling her as she had 
expected, he was suddenly gentle. 

Christ! He was constantly amazed at how arousing she was, so that even 
though he had come only minutes earlier, and he was not yet capable of an 
erection, he still felt desire for this woman. His excited gaze moved 
hungrily, anxiously over the swells of her body, for no matter how many 
times he saw her, and no matter how often he felt her, it just wasn't 
enough. He loved drinking in the slender curves, the deep hollows, the 
alabaster color of her flesh, noting the full swell of her thighs. His eyes 
always loved lingering over the delicate molding of her hips as well as the 
perfect shapes of her breasts. Susan didn't have large breasts, but neither 
did she have small ones. They were round, full, swollen, more than a 
handful-definitely more than a mouthful-and firmer and far more upstanding 
than those of most girls half her age. 

His hands continued wandering over her luscious form, sliding along the 
crevices between her thighs and her trunk teasing her again and again, 
tantalizing her flesh, making multitudes of little circles on her ivory 
flesh while his eyes looked at the rich pinkness under the reddish-gold 
fluff on her pelvis. The inner vaginal lips had turned from soft pink to 
deep pink because of the irritation of the alcohol he had spilled over them. 
But it was obvious her cunt was as aroused as it was irritated. 

His fingers brushed against the fleecy red-gold on her pelvis, and he knew 
the treasure beneath was far more valuable than any gold in the entire 
world. The central core of her was a flashing wetness that lured him ever 
deeper. 

Susan winced, her silky, smooth, marble-white thighs stirring because of the 
combined stimuli of his fingers and the scotch he had poured into her pussy. 
Her arms stiffened in resistance for a moment, yet even as they did so, she 
discovered her pelvis tilting upward in unconscious reaction to the lewd 
probing of his sizzling hand. 

Still controlled to some extent by years of repulsion concerning men, Susan 
forced her loins to finally retreat, pulling the lips of her tantalizing 
vaginal culvert away from his fingers as she softly ground her naked 
buttocks into the soaked mattress in an attempt to escape from his constant 
advance. He tugged his fingers back not wanting to force this on her since 
she was the one who would be enjoying all this the most. His hands slid 
around and beneath the softness of her bouncy buttocks, feeling the muscles 
inside flexing involuntarily, until he had cupped her satin-smooth buttocks 
tightly, letting the tips of his fingers caress them in a slow, tantalizing 
circular motion. 

Susan suddenly realized she was reacting automatically to what he was doing. 
Her body didn't even take the time to think. It felt good, really good. This 
was the way she had always prayed it would feel when her husband had 
animalistically forced himself on her and fucked her again and again. She 
was aware by now that her husband was a breed apart from other men. Tom, on 
the other hand, was at the other extreme, a man who at times seemed only too 
sensitive to what she had wanted and needed. Yes, she realized she had 
abused him because she had categorized him, and all men, with her husband. 
Things with Tom were definitely different. All she had to do was simply 
yield. 

For once, Susan's mind stopped thinking as Tom's hands continued playing 
with her hips and buttocks, feeling her, arousing her, making her thrill to 
every inner sensation. She realized she had no choice but to accept the 
ecstasy of his thrilling touch. Now when his fingers moved toward her 
vaginal mouth, her thighs remained wide apart in spite of the alcoholic 
tingling in her inner membranes. His palm lay flush against the lips of her 
steaming pussy, his strong pulse beating in time to the throbbing pressure 
in her labia. This time she didn't resist at all as he gently pressed his 
middle finger between the soft folds of her flaming cunt, sending spasmodic 
waves of joy shooting through her like currents of lightning. 

"Ahhhhh ... oooohhhh ... wwwwaaahhhhh ... yyeeeeesssss..." Susan hissed, 
hardly able to believe the way she was sexually responding. In so short a 
time she had become a completely feeling individual, at least on a physical 
level. 

Tom was moving his middle finger slowly, circularly, while sliding the digit 
in and out of her seeping vent, feeling the sucking way her inner walls 
clung to the finger. He intensified the circular movements of the finger, 
widening them more than a little, yet unable to widen them too much because 
her inner self was very restrictive and would always remain so. He was 
staring at the rich labia, his breath causing the reddish-gold tendrils of 
hair above the cunt to flutter. He pressed his thumb forward and let it 
slide through her pink slit, straight up until it touched her clitoris. 

"Aaaaaiiiieeeee ... hhhhuuuunnnnhhhh...." Susan gasped, moaning as her mouth 
fell open, her smooth legs slamming into the bed's mattress again and again, 
causing her body to lift itself from the bed. He held his finger there, 
teasing the vitally sensitive little bell-button, driving rapid shocks of 
shuddering pleasure through Susan's wiggling, squirming body. 

This was incredible! He was aware of the hot, wild center of her loins 
flexing all the more strongly, making him aware her responses were far 
stronger than those of any ordinary woman, or at least of any woman he had 
always thought of as ordinary. Her sucking cunt surrounded his finger so 
tightly, it was as if the vaginal orifice was actually begging to be fucked. 
Her pussy was pinkly and receptively enticing. The soft hair-fringed outer 
labia formed a blazing collar of rich fur around the faintly contracting 
petal-shaped rose-hole that was her vagina, and Tom's eyes widened in 
continually mounting passion as he stared down at the rich folds of flesh. 
This was the time for him to really make her understand the meaning of full 
passion. Having come himself, he had himself under some sort of control, 
well aware that although Susan was his slave, and easily susceptible to 
stimulation, she was not a totally willing slave by any means. This was 
merely another step in showing her what complete humility on her part would 
eventually bring. He knew one wrong move on his part might ruin everything 
he had worked for, but Tom had no intention of making any wrong moves. At 
this point, all moves would, in the long run, be right moves. 

The sight of the sodden cunt, with scotch still seeping out of it, was too 
much for Tom Warren. Any last spark of reason had finally disappeared as he 
stared hungrily and thirstly at the feast of flesh and drink spread before 
him. With an inarticulate cry he suddenly leaned down and buried his head 
between the red-blonde's thighs, his long, thick tongue shooting snake-like 
into the seething center of her aching cunt. 

"Ohhhh ... deeeeaaarrrr ... L-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-rrrrd!" Susan gasped, startled 
beyond belief by what was happening as she felt the searing contact of Tom's 
licking tongue flick against her vaginal opening. This was beyond belief. 

True she had been forced to suck his cock until she had enjoyed it, but the 
penis was something external, and as a result, easy to keep clean. A woman's 
vagina was internal, and therefore much more difficult to keep free of germs 
and smells. No matter how careful she was about cleaning out her vagina, 
Susan had always believed her cunt had some form of germs growing inside. 
Once, she'd even had a D and C to make sure she was all right in there. 

Looking down at the obscene sight of Tom's face pressed flush against her 
vagina, she found herself clamping her legs tightly together. A spasm of 
revulsion was shooting through her, and she did her best to desperately 
squirm free, but the fingers of the man gripped her buttocks and tightly 
held her crotch jammed to his face, his tongue attacking the depths of her 
cunt again and again. He licked deeply, making loud, slurping sounds the 
entire time. 

"N-o-o-o-o-o ... ohhhhhhhhh ... dear God ... n-o-o-o-o ... this is wrong ... 
wrong ... wrong ... all wrong...." she moaned as he stabbed the thickness of 
his heavy tongue into her again, filling the defenseless split of her pussy. 

Why? she wondered. Why, after forcing her to do certain things, but making 
them so wonderful, did he have to spoil everything? Why did he have to show 
her what a total animal he was after the revelation that he was capable of 
caring and loving? 

She struggled, this time determined to pull herself free. It was one thing 
for him to dominate her, but it was something else again for him to become a 
cannibal and chew on her delicate lower flesh. She struggled, gripping his 
hair, screaming as she tugged on it, wildly jerking this way and that in an 
effort to free herself. 

Somehow, in some way, she managed to pull his face from her cunt, seeing it 
all covered with the dripping mess that had been secreted from her internal 
self. He smelled of vaginal oil and scotch, and the look in his eyes was one 
of surprise, astounded that she should reject this considering he had made 
her accept his cock in her mouth. She kicked at his shoulders, and for a 
moment she was free. Rolling to her left, she was off the bed and on her 
feet, staring down at Tom, who was sitting up. 

"You ... you animal!" she screamed at him. "How in the name of all that's 
all that's holy do you dare do anything like that? That's disgusting!" 

Once again she saw anger beginning to build up in his eyes, and she ran from 
the room, more than a little anxious to get away from him. She was in the 
large outer room now, panting, turning to see if he would follow. 

But to her surprise he didn't. Rather he was enraged, gnashing his teeth, 
working himself up into a lather, and so she ran to the other bedroom and 
slammed the door, locking herself in. 

A moment later, he knocked at the door. 

"All right, Susan," he said to her. "I tried being nice to you, doing 
something for you, and it didn't work. From now on, no more Mr. Nice-Guy. 
You come out of there now, or I'll break the door down." 

Sighing, she unlocked the door and followed him to the other room, where she 
changed the sheets, and slept very badly beside him. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The following morning, Sunday morning, she expected him to abuse her again 
in some way. Instead, he said, "Get dressed. We're going for a little ride." 

"Where are you taking me?" she asked. 

"To town," he shrugged. "I need groceries, and there are one or two 
restaurants open today. So I'll take you to eat." 

"I'm surprised you didn't try finishing what you did last night," she 
maliciously snapped, still not wise enough to know when to keep her mouth 
shut. 

"I have no intention of going down on you again until you beg me for it, 
Susan," he said to her. "Now get dressed." 

"Aren't you afraid I might try getting away?" she asked. 

"Where would you go?" he laughed. "We're way up in the mountains, countless 
miles from the kind of civilization you know. As a result, all you'd do is 
get lost in the vast forests over here, and eventually starve to death. You 
might be lucky and find some hunters. If they don't accidentally shoot you 
in that brown dress, mistaking you for a deer, then they might use you some 
other way. After all, the only law up here is some hick sheriff in one of 
the larger towns that's miles away from the little village where we're 
heading. Each man is a law unto himself, up here." 

"You'd be well rid of me then, wouldn't you," she snapped. "Well, I won't 
give you the satisfaction of dumping me. If I die up here, you'll have to 
kill me yourself." 

I'm crude, but not that crude," he assured her. "Now hurry up. I have some 
business to attend to as well. It will keep me busy for quite some time." 

They got into his Imperial and he drove to a tiny little village that was no 
more than a city block long. It had old-fashioned wooden sidewalks that one 
saw in old westerns, and the streets were poorly paved. Granted, there were 
no horses, and the automobiles parked here and there were relatively new, 
but it looked like some old west town suddenly come to life. 

There was a movie there, but Susan wouldn't be able to go there. Without her 
glasses she wouldn't be able to see a thing. There were also dress shops, 
but on Sunday they were closed. 

Tom took her to a small restaurant where they had a large brunch, and then 
he said to Susan, "I have business that needs attending. I'm buying some 
additional land up here, and it's going to be a bit of a haggle. You'll find 
notions stores that are open, as well as certain variety shops. Buy whatever 
you want, and tell them to put it on my bill. I'm pretty well-known around 
here, and I have credit at all the stores. You'll see." 

"But why should they take my word for it?" she asked. 

"You mean about being with me and so they can put things on my bill? I 
already told them I would be bringing a certain charming young lady up here, 
and so they're expecting you." 

"You told them to expect me?" she asked. 

"Yes!" 

"And they know we're not married?" 

"Who knows what they think?" he shrugged. 

"But they'll think I'm a whore." 

"Well, you are," he smiled. "You're my own private whore. Bye now." 

He rose, walking out of the restaurant after paying, leaving her there by 
herself. 

Susan went to the restaurant cashier and said, "I'm with Mr. Warren, the man 
who just paid you." 

"Oh, yes," the cashier, a woman in her middle fifties, with silvery gold 
hair nodded. "He's such a fine gentleman, Mr. Warren. You're Mrs. Warren?" 

"Yes," Susan lied. "I was wondering if I might borrow a dime from you. I'll 
return it before I leave." 

"Certainly," the cashier smiled, handing Susan the coin. 

"Where's the telephone?" she asked. "In the rear of the restaurant," the 
woman replied. "What is the name of this charming town?" Susan asked. 

"It's just a village," the woman replied. "Quilton Village." 

"Thank you," Susan said, smiling. 

She walked to the rear of the restaurant without bumping into any of the 
chairs, and finally made out the old-fashioned phone booth. Stepping in, she 
pulled the doors shut, and the light went on. She was barely able to make 
out the numerals as she dialed. 

The operator came on, and Susan said, "Operator, I'd like to reverse the 
charges on this call." 

Then a harsh voice said, "Hello!" 

The operator asked if he would accept the charges, telling him it was from a 
Miss Susan Kean, and the voice said, "Yah! I'll pay for the call." Then, 
"What is it, Susan?" 

"Izzie," she gasped. "I need help. I've been kidnapped by a man, and at the 
moment he's left me alone in the village of Quilton. I don't know where it 
is. Can you find it and come and get me?" 

"Yah! Izzie told her. "I'll be dere as quvick as I can." 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Izzie Kesselmann was a German Gypsy who had come to the U.S. at the outbreak 
of World War II. When Hitler had made thievery all but impossible in Europe, 
he came to the States as a young boy and learned how to steal as well in a 
city as he had out in the country. When the war ended, Izzie became friendly 
with certain members of his former tribe in the old country, and they formed 
a diamond-smuggling ring. 

Izzie was short, about five-feet-six, with curly black hair, a tiny black 
mustache, and a razor-sharp face that would have looked even uglier without 
the mustache. He was trim, slender, not exactly muscular, but not flabby, 
either. Izzie liked to boast to Susan about the young women he had laid. 
What he didn't tell her was that they were all as ugly as sin. 

Susan became acquainted with Izzie ten years earlier, when she had been in 
one of Europe's more posh gambling casinos and had lost her last penny. She 
had bumped into Izzie, who, seeing she was distressed, offered her enough 
money to get home for absolutely nothing in return. Overjoyed, she had 
accepted the offer, only to discover Izzie had smuggled some diamonds into 
the States inside her suitcases. Had Customs looked through her suitcases, 
she would have been caught and sent to prison. 

Susan, thinking she saw a good thing, rather than getting angry, insisted 
Izzie allow her to continue smuggling the diamonds in for him, but at a 
percentage of the profits. To Izzie, it was well worth it, since he was now 
taking no risk whatsoever. So he paid Susan twenty percent of whatever he 
received for her to take all the risks. As a result, Susan became well-known 
to every diamond smuggler in Europe, and all of them, in addition to Izzie, 
were constantly on the make for her. So far, none had succeeded. 

Izzie had books of maps, letting him know where every city, town and village 
in every state existed, and he had no trouble finding Quilton, which was 
only forty-five minutes away from the big city in spite of Susan's belief 
that it was in the wilderness. 

He had an old Ford and drove up to Quilton so that before an hour had gone 
by, Susan saw him driving down the street. He parked, she got into his car, 
and he drove out of the village. Then he parked again, this time in a small 
niche covered by bushes, and he asked her why she was there. 

"I was kidnaped," Susan told him. "My stockbroker dragged me up here and did 
all kinds of abominable things to me." 

"Veil," Izzie told her. "Dis is der time to take advantage uff him. If der 
man is insistent on doing dese t'ings to you, der next time, I take 
pictures, undt den ve blackmail him undt make anudder fortune." 

Blackmail! ! ! Yes, Izzie's mind would run to something like that. Hell! She 
didn't want to blackmail the man. She just wanted to get away from him. 

"Izzie, you take me away from here," she insisted. 

He looked at her for a moment, smiled, then started the car, and began 
driving. Susan began calming down, but only for a moment. Less than five 
minutes later, he was pulling into a motel parking area, and before she was 
able to say anything, he had hurried inside and had registered. When he came 
out, he got into the car and parked it behind the motel, in front of the 
unit where he would be staying. 

"I haff a camera," he told her. "Undt you vill let him fuck you again so I 
can take pictures." 

"No." Susan insisted. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Izzie didn't waste words with Susan. Though he had always wanted to fuck 
her, he had not done so because his need for her was greater than his desire 
for her cunt. But now he felt she was the one in need, needing him far more 
than he needed her, because once she was taken away from this Tom Warren, 
she would have no one but Izzie to turn to. 

Smiling a vicious smile, he opened the car door and dragged Susan out by her 
hand. He pulled her, half-walking, half-sliding across the cement ground to 
the unit he had rented. Unlocking the door, he pushed her in ahead of 
himself. 

"What are you doing?" Susan gasped. 

"I am teaching you a lesson," Izzie snapped. "From now on, you do as I tell 
you. If you vant to go on vorking vit' me, you do it on my terms. Uddervise, 
you can quvit, undt I find someone else to do der smuggling." 

"Let me out of here," Susan insisted, trying to open the door. 

Izzie slapped her across the face-hard. She went reeling halfway across the 
room and fell on one of the beds. Her hand rose to her stinging cheek, and 
tears came rushing from her eyes. She stood, immediately. 

"Vhere vill you go?" he asked. "You haff no glasses. You can't see. From now 
on you do as Izzie says." 

"You hit me," she gasped. "You never did something like that before." 

"I should haff smashed you a long time ago," he insisted, shouting at her, 
knowing no one was occupying any of the adjoining units. "You come out here 
undt let some udder man screw you, vhile Izzie gets nudding. So, act like a 
bitch undt a whore, undt dat's how you get treated from now on. I tell you 
to go back undt fuck for dat man vhile I take pictures, undt you'll do it. 
But first, so you don't forget vhich vun uff us is boss, you're going to 
fuck for Izzie." 

"You stupid pig," Susan gasped. "Do you think I'd willingly let you touch me 
in any way? You smell like dead, rotten onions." 

In Susan's limited experience when it came to sex, first with her brutish 
husband, and after with Tom Warren, she had learned two extremes in sex. The 
first was the lowest extreme, and the second was the highest. Now here was 
Izzie, obviously offering her what her husband had given her for five years, 
and after having had the "champagne" of all fucks with Tom, Susan was damned 
if she'd ever settle for "muddy, germ-filled slop" that Izzie had to offer. 
Besides, any man who would strike Susan as callously as Izzie had done, had 
to be the lowest creep in all creation. True, Tom had hit her, but she had 
all but forgotten that, by now. 

"You get away from me," she snapped at Izzie. 

The German lunged toward her, his features distorted with lascivious anger. 
He gripped her by the arm, then dragged her toward the bed from which she 
had been moving away. 

"You don't tell Izzie vhat to do, bitch!" the small, weasely man insisted. 
"I do vhatefer I vish vit' you." 

"Stop it ... owwww ... Izzie, you're hurting me." 

This was a horrible nightmare. First gentle, loving Tom, who had all but 
crawled in front of her had raped her vagina and her mouth, and had even 
disgustingly put his mouth against her vagina. Now Izzie was on the verge of 
doing "his own thing," as well. The man was going to rape her as 
ignominiously as Tom had, but there would be none of Tom's caring, for 
through everything, Susan had felt the inner caring in spite of his external 
attitude. 

"From now on, vhen Izzie vishes to fuck you, I fuck you!" Izzie roared at 
her. 

"Izzie, stop ... don't do this ... don't ruin our partnership." 

"Shut up, bitch!" 

The power-mad Izzie liked the way he felt, lording it over Susan this way. A 
raging sense of passion was building in him, and he inwardly flamed with 
some kind of sadistic lust ... a lust for Susan that had never been 
gratified. He was sick and tired of all the ridiculous arguments she had 
given him over the years. They had slept in the same hotel rooms, sometimes 
in the same bed, and he'd had to keep his hands off her. He hurled her 
fragile body onto the bed and said, "You undress, or I tear der dress from 
you." 

He began tearing off his own clothing, and in a matter of seconds stood 
naked before her. His body was as hairy as that of a Barbary ape, and she 
was barely able to see his red penis and equally red balls sticking out from 
under the heavy black thatch covering them. 

"Stay away Izzie," she gasped. 

Hot tears streamed down Susan's face as she realized that Izzie was ten 
times worse than Tom, and she had literally leaped from the frying pan into 
the fire. Eye shadow mingled with mascara and tears, all running down her 
cheeks. Izzie looked totally insane at this moment. His cock was stiff, a 
bright-red, not looking the least little bit as menacing as Tom's, and yet 
menacing enough, for it was definitely longer and thicker than that of her 
ex-husband. But then most human fingers were longer and thicker than the 
penis attached to her ex. Terror was swimming through her arteries, and her 
cries of protest were ringing out very loudly, desperately. 

"Oh, no," she cried. "Oh, Izzie, you wouldn't!" 

"Ach ja!" you lying bitch!" he snorted. "I villi" 

With a very fierce strength, a strength he had never had before, one born of 
his primeval passion for her, he grabbed the slender woman and flipped her 
over onto her belly. His hand worked quickly, removing her clothing without 
so much as a tear. She tried her best to pull away from him, scrambling on 
top of the motel's patchwork quilt, but Izzie pushed a palm into her back 
and held her pinned down as firmly as ever, making her feel even more 
ridiculous. 

By now, Susan was no longer able to weep. First Tom, now this animal. It was 
all too much to be believed. When his hand clamped on her buttocks, and he 
actually poked his pinky into her rectum, it dawned on Susan that this man 
was going to be even more disgusting and perverted in his handling of her 
than Tom had ever been. He wanted her rectum. Yeccchhhh! 

How filthy! Even though she was as meticulous when it came to cleaning her 
rectum as she was when cleaning her vagina, she knew all the poisons stored 
in her body exited by way of the back door, and she was never able to 
associate that with sex in any way, shape, form, or manner. 

She concentrated all her energy on breaking away from this horrible man and 
his horrible intent, but she had no chance against a passion-crazed Izzie. 
He had her totally undressed now, tearing off her underpants, and then with 
calloused hands so rough he all but tore her tender flesh, he hoisted her 
ass-cheeks and jammed pillows under her belly to keep her from flopping back 
down. 

"No, Izzie! No!" the totally naked and completely vulnerable 
golden-red-haired woman pleaded, wailing in a fear-frenzied voice, sounding 
pretty much like the trapped animal she had become. "N-o-o-o-o-o!" 

"I am going to fuck you until you understand dat vhen you are vit' Izzie, 
you do vhat Izzie vants. I vill fuck you until der backside is sore, undt in 
der process I vill fuck all der bitchiness out uff you. Den you'll go back 
undt fuck for dat bastard, undt I'll take pictures undt ve blackmail him." 

Suddenly overcome with a sadistic desire to possess the woman in any and 
every way possible, Izzie raised his hand and brought it down on her 
buttocks, walloping them-hard. Pain flashed through his hand, telling him at 
least as much pain was flashing through her ass, perhaps more. The white 
ostrich-egg-shapes of her buttocks turned a bright pink, and her entire body 
began jerking as she cried out in agony, exciting the angered smuggler even 
more. Again he raised a tingling palm and smacked her smooth-fleshed, 
resilient cheeks, pounding them as hard as he was able. A strange, unnatural 
excitement coursed madly through him, surging through his veins each time 
she obscenely squealed and begged him to stop. 

"Aaaaaiiiiiii!" she shrieked. "No more ... no more ... I'll do whatever you 
want, but don't hit me anymore ... no more ... eeeee ... stop, Izzie, stop 
... don't hurt me...." 

But the lovely woman's laments were music to the German's ears, inciting him 
that much more to continue walloping her even more brutally. Being a small 
man, Izzie was unable to vent his anger on most other people, and as a 
result was now taking out years of wrath on Susan's white buttocks. He 
spanked the ivory flesh, turning the cheeks flamingo-pink, then carmine-red. 
At each stinging slap, the anguished, forty-year-old golden-redhead's shrill 
cries and begging for mercy filled the air of the small motel room, and 
Izzie's achingly erect red penis, throbbing as it did, was all the more 
ready to violate Susan's helpless body. 

In spite of the anguish and humiliation of this particularly vile man's 
lascivious punishment, Susan was inwardly aware of a stirring inside her, a 
stirring that had nothing whatsoever to do with love. But there was 
definitely an intensification of want each time a blow landed on her 
backside, making her fiery red buttocks burn even more. Flickering fingers 
of masochistic searing blistered through her abused loins as remembrances of 
the delights she had shared with Tom, even when against her will, flickered 
through her mind, and this, in turn, caused the wanton desire to intensify 
even more. Though she automatically continued crying out in protest, deep 
down she knew that she was receiving a just punishment, in advance, for 
allowing herself to go through with what was about to take place. For Susan, 
by now, knew she wouldn't be leaving this motel room until Izzie fucked her 
ass as his finger had hinted before when he had probed in there. She knew in 
her soul that the blows were a welldeserved punishment. 

Izzie had no idea what perverted thoughts were taking place in Susan's mind. 
Nor did he realize she was getting a masochistic thrill from being beaten, 
all the more so since he was such vile scum and she felt she deserved to be 
manhandled by such filth for having turned to him in the first place. She 
never had the good sense to leave well-enough alone. 

But Izzie was definitely aware of his own out-of-control passion and the 
insatiable need to inflict more pain on this tiny, helpless female who had 
cozened and teased him over the past ten years while giving him nothing. His 
cock was lurching with impatience, and soon he would bury it in her 
ass-hole. Yes, it would have to be her ass-hole, because he had no doubt 
this man with whom Susan was with would probably want to fuck her again, and 
if he found sperm in her cunt he might get angry and dump her before he, 
Izzie, had a chance to take pictures of the man raping her. 

Without warning, he stopped raining blows on her tantalizing ass-cheeks, and 
grasping one bright-red buttock in each hand, he roughly tugged them apart 
in order to look at the puckered brown star that would lead to the tight 
pink chamber beyond. Without a sound, he jabbed the middle finger of his 
right hand into the center of that rear dimple, pressing hard. 

"You vill learn, vhen Izzie giffs an order, you obey. Now I vill fuck your 
ass." 

"No!" she shrieked. 

"Ja!" he laughed. "I vill shoot mine load up your ass-hole." 

Susan realized her premonition had come true. He was going to fuck her 
ass-hole, after all. Before, the terror had been because she had first 
realized it. But now she felt terror because she understood it was all about 
to happen. 

"No!" she shrieked. "Not that! Anything but that! 

Izzie, please! You don't know what you're doing." 

Although she had never really understood the word "sodomy" before, it was 
being driven home to her with a big bang, now. Yes, it would be just like 
Izzie to commit so debasing an act. She wondered why she had been so stupid 
as to call this man in the first place. Though he gave her money for 
smuggling diamonds, the facts were, he was not doing her any real favors. 
She, on the other hand, was doing him a favor in making certain he wasn't 
getting caught, and he, in return, was always making life miserable for her 
when she wasn't in the brokerage office, coming to her apartment and hanging 
out until all hours of the night. 

Izzie had never met Tom, but he hated the man. He hated any man who had 
Susan's attention, because Izzie had always wanted to fuck her and had not 
been able to do so. Now Susan had revealed that Tom had done the deed before 
he had, and so he was going to take one of Susan's virginities-the only one 
she had left. 

Revulsed as she was by Izzie and the knowledge of what he intended doing to 
her, Susan still felt an anticipatory thrill, for anything to do with cocks 
was sexual, and Susan ached to feel something sexual take place inside her. 
Even as the man's dirty-nailed finger probed between her ass-cheeks, she 
felt aroused, and an involuntary moan came issuing from between her soft 
lips. 

By now, Izzie was too wrapped up in what he was doing to hear her, his lust 
being all-consuming. He applied a cruel force as he rammed his long middle 
finger into the tightly resisting rear opening. She screamed, and he gloated 
in her anguish. He slid her off his lap and let her knees fall to the floor 
while the rest of her remained on the bed. He, himself fell to his knees 
behind her and concentrated on his finger, rubbing his cock against the 
silken smoothness of her thigh while probing his finger that much more 
deeply into her tantalizing rectum. Her narrow rectal circle cringed, 
because she suddenly found the torment totally unendurable. It was far worse 
than she had expected. 

"Aaaaayyyyaaaagggghhhh!" she shouted. "Izzie, you're killing me, you're 
killing me, stop it, stop it, stop it!" 

Wrenching her head from the pillow, she craned her neck around and saw that 
Izzie was no longer kneeling. He was standing, and he had pulled her to her 
feet, but she was bent forward, weight on her elbows as they rested on the 
bed, her legs spread wide apart. His finger was digging deeper and deeper 
into the narrow rectal opening, and to Susan it felt as thick as a tree 
branch. God! When he poked his cock into her ass, even if it wasn't as thick 
as Tom's, it would still rip her anal tunnel to shreds. 

"N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!" she shrieked feeling panic overtake her. "Izzie, you 
can't do this to me ... not now, not ever ... n-o-o-o-o-o...," 

In maddening desperation, the helpless redhead, wanting to escape from this 
evil she had visited on herself, kicked her legs and began whipping her 
torso from side to side as much as possible, considering his firmly gripping 
hand on her shoulder. She began sobbing hysterically, but Izzie wasn't the 
least bit moved by what he believed to be crocodile tears. He was going to 
love doing this. 

"Veil, you don't seem to like der finger," Izzie laughed. "Ve'll see if you 
like dis better." 

He yanked his middle finger from the tight, burning tunnel that was her 
helpless rectum, pulling it out with a lascivious popping sound as he pulled 
her hips up toward his body, keeping her firmly balanced on her forearms. 
Her red, roundly trembling buttocks were in total obscene submission. 

"Now!" Izzie gasped, at last the conqueror of this woman he had wanted to 
fuck for so long. This time it was her ass. Next time it would be her cunt. 

Crouching behind the weeping redhead, the man gripped his brilliant, 
shining, rock-solid phallus in one hand and massaged the thick, angry 
foreskin back and forth for a brief moment in lascivious anticipation of 
what he was going to enjoy. Then, with an animal-like growl, he arched his 
slender hips and rammed the blunt head of his skinny cock against the 
fear-clenched cheeks of her anus. 

"Aaaaannnngggghhhhh!" Susan gasped, as the throbbing cudgel of penile flesh 
pushed its head into her rectal opening. The corona was not quite behind the 
sphincter. 

Izzie had attacked with such biting force, the terrified woman's forearms 
had collapsed under her, and as a result she fell forward onto the mattress. 
Sharp, searing anguish that made the previous spanking seem like a mere 
light sting blistered through the narrow center of her rectum, sending 
messages of anguish to the far reaches of her entire body. For a brief 
instant the physical pain and the mental humiliation were so intense the 
obscenely impaled woman thought he might have cut into some vital area and 
she was on the verge of dying, after all. 

God! It might be better to face death than have to undergo this kind of 
continual anguish. With Tom, the anguish had spent itself quickly enough and 
she had felt pain turn to pleasure. But somehow she had the feeling this 
wasn't going to happen. At least, the love she had felt with Tom was 
something she would never experience with Izzie. The lust-crazed man was 
hurting her more and more as he continued driving his heatedly pulsating 
penile shaft that much deeper into the territory of her forbidden anus. She 
wondered how she'd be able to go back to Tom after having had something like 
this done to her by a man as vile as Izzie. 

Tom would throw her out if he ever found out about this. As for continuing 
her relationship with Izzie, well that was totally out of the question, now. 

"Ooooonnnnhhhh ... stopppppp ... n-n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!! ! " 

"Shut your face, bitch!" Izzie snapped. 

"I can't stand it!" she gasped. "You're too big, too big! You'll kill me, 
don't you understand?" 

The words came jerkily from between Susan's teeth. She tried hard to tighten 
her rectal muscles, but it was a vain attempt at expelling the punishing 
phallus. She stopped trying when she realized all her efforts were 
accomplishing was intensifying the pain that much more. There was no longer 
any hope for her, no way out, nothing but a raging red sea of torment and 
anguish. It was the worst pain she had ever felt. 

Suddenly the man's body tensed as he exerted every last ounce of strength 
toward pushing all the way into her futilely resisting anal channel. His 
hands dug into the sensitive flesh of the lovely Susan's round buttocks, 
buttocks first regaining their ivory whiteness, gripping the cheeks for 
support. The vise-like grip was so overpoweringly strong his nails cut deep 
red marks in her tender flesh. 

I'll show her, Izzie thought to himself. Dis vill be der last time she efer 
holds out on me. Stupid bitch! Vhen I tell her to fuck, she vill fuck from 
now on. 

The thickly swollen cock began pushing itself inch-by-murderous inch all the 
way into her rectum, shoving in until the scratchy pelvis of the man was 
scrubbing against her backside. The frantic woman threw her head back and 
shrieked in agony, screaming like a mortally wounded animal. Her entire body 
violently quaked. 

Izzie began to fuck very slowly back and forth, his cock slicing like a 
torturous scimitar in and out of her fire-blistered nether channel, 
stretching the elasticized walls to the limit. Increasing the tempo of his 
harsh strokes to a cruel jungle beat of sadistic fury, he began pumping his 
sweat-slickened loins back and forth against her quaking body, his dangling 
balls wildly slaping in time to the same frenzied rhythm against the heated 
wetness of her vaginal slash. 

"Aaaaaiiiieeee ... yyyyaaaaiiiieeee ... yyyyaaaa-hhhh ... please ... 
Izzzziiiieeeee ... stop ... stopppp ... stop ... no more ... no more ... 
don't doooooo ... thiiissss...." she begged. 

At last, realizing her pleas were only encouraging him to fuck into her anus 
that much faster, she felt silent. Her piteous pleas were only enhancing 
what he was doing to her, and the brutality seemed all the more unbearable. 
The agony was at its highest point right now, and she forced herself to lie 
absolutely still, remaining limp and unmoving, her belly flat against the 
edge of the bed, her legs dangling down and over, her feet flat on the 
floor, scarcely daring to breathe for fear of intensifying the fiery pain. 

Susan felt she wouldn't be able to take it much longer. When Tom fucked her, 
no matter how violently, pleasure invariably followed pain, and thrill built 
on thrill. There was a feeling of something under the violence, under the 
anger. Tom professed to no longer love her, but now Susan realized all the 
more what a fool she had been. He might not know it, but he did love her, 
and just as what he had done to her had rekindled the feelings of love 
inside her, making her aware of love she felt for him, so did she now feel 
that he, in spite of all he had said, was madly and insanely in love with 
her. Her mind concentrated on Tom. Being fucked this way, unable to see the 
man fucking her, she pretended her antagonist was Tom. Doing that seemed to 
perform the miracle she needed, for no longer did she feel as if she were 
being ripped apart. Within seconds of thinking of this other man whom she 
realized she loved, something deep inside the sodomized redhead underwent 
subtle changes. Although the wild, bestial thrusts of Izzie continued 
invading her rear channel, stretching it wide as he continued with the same 
turbulence and mixture of rage and lust, a strange new sense of delight was 
blending with and finally blotting out the shameful agony she had been 
feeling. From her intense shame and degradation there arose a fierce and 
forbidden pleasure, and some barrier inside her seemed to melt the 
voluptuous flood of pleasure locked in a frozen block within her, and now it 
was swirling through her shuddering body. Her interior swam in a voluptuous 
wave of perverted wonder and the physical agony continued to fade until it 
had completely disappeared and was no longer a part of her. 

"Take dis, undt dis, undt dis, undt dis!" Izzie kept on groaning each time 
he thrust his skinny organ into her ass-hole. He rammed it in to the hilt, 
then pulled it back so that only the head was inside, then once again 
slammed it forward, hard and fast, burying it in the narrowest corridor of 
her lower self. Her spasmodically clenching rectal passage tightened around 
the thrusting organ each time it plunged into her as he yelled, "Dis is all 
better dan anyt'ing you deserve for being such a cockteasing bitch!" 

"Ohhhhhhhhh ... hhhhuuuu nnnnhhhh ... aaaa-nnnnhhhh...," was all Susan was 
able to gasp, thinking to herself that it was Tom doing this, and because it 
was Tom, she loved the feeling, wanting more and more and more of it. 

A shower of multi-colored lights exploded in her spinning brain, and Izzie 
was astonished to feel her responding to what he was doing, behaving as if 
she was actually enjoying it. Susan's incredible grunts filled his ears, and 
he didn't believe what he was hearing. 

Susan was mewling in shameless abandon at this point, her up-thrust buttocks 
grinding back solidly to take his fire-filled penis even more deeply into 
the tunnel of her tantalizing rectum, feeling even more of the impact of his 
bludgeoning testicles as they slapped against her wide-open vagina, one 
testicle in particular hitting her clitoris. As long as she retained the 
image of Tom doing the fucking, the thrills continued building in Susan. 

"Harder ... harrrderrrr ... harrrrderrrr ... harrrrderrrrr...." Susan moaned 
out loud. "Fuck my ass, Tom ... fuck my ass ... make me come ... please...." 

Izzie was too filled with lust to hear that she had called him by another 
name. All he knew was that he had to get his rocks off inside this redheaded 
bitch. He had to fill her with his joy-juice or go out of his mind. His 
entire body went rigid, his hands grasping Susan's white buttocks like iron 
claws as he felt his boiling semen gathering and churning in the depths of 
his aching testicles. It had literally been weeks since he'd had any woman, 
and he had never had a woman this delightful ... never. As a result he was 
going to go off like a firecracker on the Fourth of July in the wonderful 
tightness of Susan's steamily clinging rectum. 

"HHHHAA AYYYY AAAA GGGHHH...." he roared, his voice like that of a 
victorious Teutonic warrior. "ACH ... YYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH ... I-I ... I'M 
KKKUUUUMMMM IIIINNNNGGGG ... AAAGGGGHHHH AAAANNNNGGGG HHHH-AAAA RRRRGGGG 
HHHHNNNN HHHHUUUU-NNNNGGGG HHHHAAAGGGG HHHHUUGGG-HHH!" 

Convulsive spasms shuddered through the man's perspiration-slick loins as 
his deeply embedded phallus shot its first fiery streaming darts of heated 
white sperm into Susan's colon. The boiling flood of juices surged high 
inside her, making her feel as if her entire self was being drowned in a 
turbulence of life-giving masculine seed. Again and again the sticky warm 
fluid shot into the throbbing tightness of her rectum as Izzie continued 
pounding his cock in and out. It had not yet begun to shrink, but it would 
do so, shortly. She actually felt the jism working its way up through his 
urethra before jetting out of the tiny slit in the tip of his phallus, 
filling her rectum. 

The man continued screaming as his cock, still stiff for one second longer, 
touched the necessary spark in Susan, massaging her rectal nerves much the 
way Tom's cock had rubbed her throat nerves, and she was aware of the 
orgasm. Because her mind still thought the cock fucking her belonged to Tom, 
she responded as if Tom actually was fucking her. She was close now, so 
close. 

It was at that moment that, prostate spent, the man slowed his stroking, and 
as a result the blood began leaving the sacs in his penis, and the stiffness 
slowly but definitely began deflating. 

"NO!" Susan shouted, turning her head, and then she realized it was Izzie 
fucking her ass, not Tom, and the sensation totally disappeared, because by 
now she totally loathed Izzie, but more, she loathed herself for having 
called him in the first place and getting him mixed up in all this. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

She was dressed again, except for her panties, which Izzie had ripped from 
her body. Before he had allowed her to dress, he had taken the time to wash 
his sperm from her rectum. After all, he didn't want Tom catching onto the 
fact that someone else had fucked Susan ... yet! 

"You vill call me der next time you haff a chance undt you t'ink he is going 
to fuck you," Izzie was telling her. 

"I can't," she replied. "The cabin has no phone." 

"Ah! Den I vill follow you when he drives you back to der cabin. I'll stay 
vay back, oudt uff sight. If he fucks you tonight, signal vit' der 
lightswitch by turning it off undt on vunce. If I don't see such a signal by 
ten, I'll come back here undt vait until tomorrow. I'll be dere at six in 
der morning. If you t'ink he is going to fuck you, tell him you haff to go 
to der bat'room undt signal me from der bat'room vindow, ja?" 

"I can't," she told him. "The bathroom window overlooks a cliff. You'd have 
to be on the other side of the cliff." 

"Gutt!" Izzie nodded. "I'll follow you, den I'll circle around to der udder 
side uff der cliffs. Dot vay he von't haff a chance to see me, undt he von't 
be suspicious. From vhat you haff told me, dis man is a sex maniac, so 
eit'her tomorrow or even tonight he'll try undt fuck you again. I'll vait 
for der signal, undt den I'll come back undt take der pictures. Ve'll make a 
fortune from dis man." 

Susan shrugged. If Izzie thought she was going to hurt Tom to help him, 
Izzie had to be crazy. What she would have to do was find some way to gain 
Tom's confidence, and then she would tell him about Izzie and let Tom figure 
a way out for them. 

She let Izzie run her back to the village, and she waited inside a notions 
store. Tom came along about an hour later. 

"Ready to go?" he asked, suddenly appearing in front of her. Without her 
glasses, Susan was terribly blind and unable to see anything. 

"Whatever you Wish," she shrugged. 

As she got into his car, Susan knew he would never believe any further 
attempt at seduction on her part. Tom would have thought himself too 
gullible, believing she was falling in love with him already, in spite of 
the fact that she had fallen in love with him. No, he had to be made to rape 
her again, and this time he had to force her to let him lap her cunt, and 
she had to respond to his tongue as he had initially hoped. That being the 
case, he would accept her submission. For now Susan realized that what he 
had wanted to do with his tongue was far less dirty than that which Izzie 
had done with his cock. Yet the funny part was, had Tom done it to her with 
his cock, she had an inkling she would have definitely enjoyed it. The more 
she thought about it, the more Susan realized nothing in sex was really 
dirty if both parties liked it. She had felt electrified when he had shoved 
his tongue into her cunt, and had she shut her eyes she would have felt even 
more thrills. It was the mere fact that she saw his mouth down there, and 
she had believed it to be dirty, thus resulting in her pulling away, that 
had ruined everything. The logic really was, he had forced her to suck his 
cock, and he was now responding by licking her cunt, and she had been too 
damned stupid to appreciate it. One thing was certain, and that was, 
cunt-lapping was a lot less painful than ass-fucking. If she was able to 
take ass-fucking, then she certainly should be able to enjoy having her 
pussy licked by the one man in the world who thought enough of her to want 
to do it. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Dinner was over, and the two of them were relaxing in front of the TV set, 
both on the same sofa, but at opposite ends. At eleven, he rose, turned off 
the set, and went to the liquor cabinet, saying, "I'm in the mood for a 
drink. Will you join me?" 

She was tempted to ask him if he intended to try drinking from the same 
chalice he had tried using the last time. Instead, she merely shook her head 
and said, "No, thank you, I'm not thirsty." 

She was anxious for him to fuck her. It was cold outside, and as far as she 
was concerned, let Izzie freeze his balls off out there. He deserved to have 
that happen. 

Still, she had to make Tom think she was reluctant. She got to her feet and 
went into the master bedroom. Susan was aware Tom was behind her, and he 
didn't have any drink in his hand. She had to pretend fear this time, to 
make him believe he still terrified her, because if he thought that, and if 
he believed he had once again conquered her, it would be easier for him to 
accept her being sincere about being nice to him. Even now, through her 
fear-acting, it was difficult to keep her adoration for this man hidden from 
him who had enslaved her. 

She turned in time to feel his hands on her shoulders. They slowly moved 
down her arms, and she looked away, saying, "I don't want you to touch me." 
It was the most resistance she was able to muster, though the anticipatory 
shuddering that ran through her was mistaken for fear, which made him smile 
a little. 

"All I want is to be nice to you," he sighed. "How much longer before you 
realize that?" 

He bent his head to her mouth, his arms expertly twining themselves around 
her. He kissed her very hungrily, and for a split second she almost melted 
to the deliciousness of his mouth. Then she remembered she had to fight 
against him, She pushed as hard as she was able, backing away from him. 

"Don't," she said, jerking her face away from him. "Not now, not ever. I 
hate you!" 

"Who the hell do you think you're kidding, Susan?" he laughed. "You've loved 
everything we've done. Even my licking your pussy was something you enjoyed 
for a moment. I knew by the response. But prissy Susan Kean has to insist on 
the right or wrong of things. You want to play rough, honey? Fine!" 

He pulled her back into his arms, twisting her hands behind her, pinning her 
wrists together and holding them in a single grip of steel. His fingers 
seemed to bite into her wrists. 

"Ouch!" she yelled. 

"You just love being forced, don't you," he smirked. 

His other hand caught in her hair, gripping her skull tightly as he shoved 
her face up to hers. His mouth came down on hers, the tongue plunging into 
her mouth fiercely. 

She felt the heat of his body through his clothing as he clutched her 
slender form close to his, mashing her firm breasts against his chest, his 
throbbing phallus like a huge, powerful brad digging into the soft, flat 
belly under her brown dress. She was pasted to him from mouth to ankles, 
unable to move more than a fraction of an inch, loving every last little bit 
of it, feeling the arrogant, ferocious need of him as his hand clamped 
itself all the more tightly on her skull. 

She squirmed and strained against the hand Tom used to hold her skull, his 
tongue sinking into her sweetly tantalizing, tasty mouth. The oral digit 
explored every crevice, every pink ridge inside, every warm surface and wet 
hollow, and Susan was in heaven but didn't dare admit as much for fear he 
would stop if he found out she was already under his spell. Her slender 
wrists were still held prisoner in the iron-tight grip of his other fist, 
almost crushed from the straining way he pressed. He pushed her hands, with 
his, into the roundness of her buttocks, and she shuddered for a moment, 
afraid he might try delving in there where she still felt raw pain from what 
Izzie had done to her. As she struggled she realized, there was indeed a 
certain amount of fun in making the man work for what he wanted, and she was 
enjoying this as much as he, though she refused to let on as much. 

The sounds coming from Susan's mouth would have been gasping screams of 
desire had they not been totally stifled by the pressure of Tom's mouth 
crushing hers, muffling the noises, choking them off in her own throat. His 
demanding tongue plunged ever deeper into her mouth, fucking with all the 
brutality of his cock when he had forced her to fellate him. She found 
breathing difficult, and the aching bone of her skull was beginning to feel 
strained because of the pressure his hand was constantly putting on it with 
his clutching fingers. He was going to do it, though. She knew this, and she 
inwardly smiled, even if his strong kiss prevented her from outwardly doing 
so. Hot breath was steaming from his nostrils, growing in intensity and 
urgency, causing mounting thrills in her. 

Delight charged down her shuddering spine, but he mistook her quivering for 
a lethal mixture of tension and hysteria, as if fear and frustration was 
mixing in her with equal portions of horror and terror. 

God! She desperately wished she didn't have to pretend. She wanted nothing 
more than to make love with this man the rest of her life. Even if it meant 
being his slave forever. A ticking clock nearby made her think of the 
multitudes of clocks she had at home. Susan loved ticking clocks, sounding 
rhythmic noises, letting her know the passage of time was denoting life 
still went on. Clicking clocks measured the dark and light apportioning of 
her life as if by heartbeats. Why had she been such a fool? Why had she 
equated Tom with all the other men she had known in her life? Tom was 
exceptional, Tom was important, Tom was, in essence, her life. Having found 
out how much the man meant to her, she had no intention of losing him. She 
would do anything, anything at all to hang onto him. He was what she had 
been searching for all her life. She certainly had never belonged with Izzie 
and his ilk. 

At the moment she felt Tom's throbbing phallus grinding firmly into her 
tender belly. As the man continued moving his hips in a lewdly rotating 
motion, in spite of the enormity of his stomach, she was able to feel that 
massively throbbing, burning shaft as it seemingly burned through both their 
garments and cut into her flesh. Tears of happiness were streaming from her 
eyes at the moment, but he mistook them for tears of sorrow. She tried to 
whimper her feelings of desire to him, but the sounds came out like wailing 
and blubbering. Her head throbbed and a voice reverberated in the chamber of 
her shuddering mind. Yes! Yes! Yes! She needed something to cleanse her of 
Izzie's horrendous touch. Yes, yes, that was it! She had to be cleansed, and 
his cock was the only thing capable of doing just that. He must never, but 
never find out that Izzie had touched her. 

Tom was aware of the tears flowing from her eyes, and he inwardly smiled, 
for he was certain they were tears of sorrow; sorrow at once again being 
bested. But he was also aware of the relaxation slowly taking place in 
Susan's body. She was letting herself relax the littlest bit, but, as usual, 
he was convinced it was just the beginning. He was getting to her in spite 
of herself. Yes, he was getting to her. 

Tom knew he loved this bitch. He wanted her, but as far as he was concerned, 
the only way to keep her his forever was to maintain total domination over 
her. An equal partnership with her would tend to allow her to gain control 
of everything and destroy their lives. Yes, Susan still had that power. She 
would always have that power. 

In his mind's eye he was already visualizing Susan's magnificent torso, 
naked, white, gleaming, tantalizing as always. The damn clothes were always 
an inconvenience. Those incredible breasts, forty years old and still 
upstanding, like fruit on a tree, ripe fruit that never seemed to age or 
wither or sag. God! She was so well stacked, so firm, so chewable, so 
tantalizingly delicious! That pale flesh of hers with only the lightest 
tinge of pink to it to show that blood coursed beneath the surface of her 
made her look more like a china doll than a human being. He hadn't touched 
her since last night, purposely putting it off because of his overpowering 
desire for her. But now he had to have her, enjoy her, know her in the 
biblical sense of the word and in every other sense of the word. She was his 
slave, to be used and re-used, and loved, even if she was unable to 
appreciate the fact that he loved her. His hands were once again feeling the 
swells of her body as he released her skull and her wrists in order to 
traverse the perfect curvature of her. His throbbing cock was jumping like a 
maniac gone wild. At the moment it was still blindly bundled inside his 
shorts, threatening to burst forth in all its glory. 

Abruptly the beautiful redheaded woman found herself breathing again for the 
man had torn his gasping mouth from hers, and air rushed in and out of her 
lungs like typhoons. The two of them stood close together, eye to eye but 
for the fact that he was slightly taller than she. Susan closed her eyes, 
not wanting to let him see the happiness inside her, and as a result he 
thought the tears were drops of sorrow. She wiped her face, but she was 
aware of her breasts tingling from being mashed for so long against the 
man's strong chest. Her nipples had thickened and elongated under the tight 
brassiere she was wearing. 

"Get your clothes off!" he ordered harshly. 

He stood back from her and wasted no time in beginning to remove his own 
clothing. The beautiful redheaded woman felt herself unable to move for the 
moment, overwhelmed with the knowledge she was going to get what she wanted 
even if the man was unaware she wanted it. Prickles and stings of pain shot 
through her wrists as the circulation was being restored, and desire for him 
made her feel weak in the knees. 

"May I wash in the bathroom for a moment?" she asked. 

He looked at her through narrowed eyes and said, "I should take you the way 
you are, but I'll let you go." 

She thanked him profusely and hurried to the bathroom where she took a 
moment to wash her vagina again. She also ran soap through her rectum, 
wanting to make certain no trace whatsoever remained of Izzie. Izzie! She 
looked at the closed bathroom window. She hadn't bothered even turning on 
the bathroom light. Let Izzie go to hell! 

She stepped out of the bathroom still fully dressed. 

"I figured you'd have taken everything off in there," he said, completely 
naked now, standing in front of her, his want for her very definitely in 
evidence. 

"My zipper," she said, walking over to him, showing him her skirt zipper was 
stuck. 

Damn Izzie! Damn him to hell! 

He grabbed the zipper tab and jerked down viciously, and the skirt fell 
around her knees. Then he tugged down the half-slip, and saw she had no 
panties on underneath. 

"Well, you had the good sense to take those off, anyway," he remarked, not 
knowing she'd not had them on since Izzie had torn them off her in the motel 
room. 

She stood perfectly still as he undid her blouse and peeled it from her, 
then took off her brassiere. This time she had the good sense not to try and 
hide her breasts from him. She panted heavily, seeing the lust continuing to 
build in his eyes, and she knew that at the moment he still thought of her 
as his private whore and would use her accordingly. It was her own stupid 
fault. Everything was her own stupid fault. Her losses in the stock market, 
her near loss of this man. God! If she had lost Tom, what would she have 
done? Would she have tried searching out some other person, hoping to find 
him as amenable and as much of a "sucker" as Tom? Tom was a rare one, and 
not the least like any other male she had ever known. There were no other 
men like Tom. He was that one in a billion, and she had been willing to let 
him go along with all the others. More fool she! 

Tom stood back now, once again staring at her, noting the wonderful swells 
of her lovely breasts supported by the tiny bikini brassiere he had bought 
her. She was panting, and her breathing made her breasts rise and fall all 
the more rapidly, the nipples all fired and pointed, pressing against the 
fabric, clearly visible, and delightful. She had no panties, a garter belt, 
and brassiere. At the moment she looked more fragile and delightful than 
ever, and as a result his desire for her intensified. He had to have her, 
again and again and again. The more he had of her, the more he wanted. He 
saw the fire on her pelvis, and he thought of the burning bush Moses had 
seen, where flames rose from it, yet it had never been consumed, and he 
wondered if Moses had possibly seen one of Jethro's daughters totally naked, 
and had admired the red of her hair the way he, Tom, was admiring Susan's. 
The triangle was beckoning to him like a blazing torch. 

Susan merely remained dumbly standing there, excitement filling her, causing 
her breasts to heave up and down all the more rapidly. As a result she saw 
the man's lust-distorted face leering at her, and it was suddenly too much. 
He remained standing there with that long, swollen prick of his pointing at 
her as if she were a mare and he a great, rutting stallion. 

Yes, he was indeed an animal, primitive and unmindful of her needs at this 
point unless they coincided with his own. He had to sink his instrument into 
some part of her-some part that was hot, hollow, and able to relieve the 
ache filling him. 

"I'm going to fuck you so you won't be able to walk for a Week," he told 
her. 

If she surrendered now, she knew he would accept it. But if she offered one 
more bit of resistance before surrendering, her surrender would seem that 
much sweeter to him. 

Suddenly she turned her back on him and deliberately began walking away. 

"Goddamn you!" he roared. "I told you to pull off that bra, so don't start 
acting high-and-mighty with me. You're just a strumpet now, Susan. A stupid 
little cunt, and cunts were meant to be fucked, and by God!: that's what I'm 
going to do to you. I'm going to fuck you." 

He gripped her arm, wheeled her around, then suddenly reached out and tore 
the brassiere from her body. He also tore the garter belt and stockings from 
her, and Susan felt strength pouring into her, for the strength would be 
strength to love the man. But he had to be made to believe she was still 
defiant. 

"I do not belong to you in spite of what you have done to me," she told him. 
"You think that because you're physically stronger than me and can make me 
do what you want every time that I'm yours. But I'm not, because my soul is 
still my own." 

But even as she spoke her mind envisioned the two bodies enmeshed, joining 
as they belonged, and she ached to be part of him again. If raping her was 
what satisfied him most, then let him rape her. She would bear that gladly, 
for when he filled her with himself, she felt bloated with love. But thought 
was no longer possible as he moved closer, his presence overwhelming her. 

He picked her up then, walked into the bedroom again, and dumped her on the 
bed. Her lovely mouth grunted with the force as the wind seemed to be 
knocked out of her. She was a small, limber marionette, her limbs 
uncontrollable for the moment because her strings were tangled. 

Tom was shaking, wanting to show her anger, but angry more at himself for 
being filled with such constant desire for the red-haired woman. At least he 
had her to where she would understand she was through humiliating him. 
Jesus! What the hell was it with this cunt? Why did he have such a fixation 
about her? Why did he want to spend the rest of his life dominating her? He 
really would be better off without her, finding some nice, sweet 
appreciative woman. He ought to have his head examined for falling for her. 

Susan lay on the bed, at the other side, away from him, waiting for whatever 
it was he intended doing to her. Even if he chose to beat her, she was 
willing to accept that rather than have to live the rest of her life with 
someone like Izzie, who smuggled and did her the favor of letting her take 
all the risks while giving her only twenty percent of the profit. She felt 
as if everything in her life was topsy turvy. Yesterday at this time, she 
had been horrified at the thought of sex with anyone, and even more 
terrified when this man had forced himself on her, first with his finger and 
then with his penis. Now she felt nothing but desire, and it was insane, 
because she ought to hate him as much as she hated Izzie. 

She sat up, her knees raised, her chin resting on them, her arms around her 
shins as she stared at Tom. But he didn't want to waste time. He was on the 
bed beside her, pulling her chin off her knees, sitting on her again as he 
had done before, buttocks once again on her breasts, and he said, "Do I ram 
it down your throat, or are you willing to be more amenable?" 

"Don't hurt me," she begged. 

"Hurt you?" he asked, and suddenly got off her and stepped away. "You damned 
stupid cunt, I haven't wanted to hurt you. I've wanted to give you love, but 
you've fought me every inch of the way. So I've forced love on you. Not just 
sex, not just fucking, but love. If you don't know the difference...." 

"You forget," she reminded him, "I haven't been fucked by that many men." 

"I'll bet none of them tried sucking your cunt, either," he shrugged, 
sounding recalcitrant, no longer in the mood to attack her. 

"No," she admitted. "None of them did, and because of that, I never realized 
what a wonderful gesture something like that was. So I'll do precisely what 
I should have done the last time. I'll beg," she told him, spreading her 
thighs. "I was a fool, a stupid fool, and I apologize. I'll do anything and 
everything you want from now on, anything at all. What I ask is that you 
forgive me, and do it by licking my cunt as you wanted to do last night. 
Then either let me suck that wonderful cock of yours, or fuck me." 

Tom stood there, stunned. He didn't think he was hearing right. Was this 
Susan Kean? Or was it possible she had a twin sister somewhere. It sure 
didn't sound like Susan Kean. Susan the Fuckless, Susan the Unbreachable. 

Hell! If he stopped to think about it now, he was a bigger prick than she 
was a dummy. His hands tenderly circled over the sweet knoll of her 
tantalizing sex as he hurled himself between her thighs. His lips followed 
his fingers, bending low until his mouth was pressed against the wonderfully 
tantalizing nether mouth that only women possess. This time Susan lay there, 
her body lurching and shaking, forcing herself to keep her thighs wide, 
intent on not thinking of this as disgusting. He had suddenly treated her in 
an adult manner, talking frankly to her for a moment, and she, for the first 
time in a long time, had responded in an equally adult manner. She moaned 
and her pelvis lurched upward, framing his handsome face with the lovely 
red-gold swirls of her pelvic hedge. 

Then his tongue was leaping from between his lips, washing over her 
tantalizing split, moving up and down the pink slash that was between her 
labia. He began licking and lapping, slurping noisily, curious to see if the 
sounds disturbed her, but Susan was already in heaven, for this time she had 
surrendered herself to what she was feeling and not paying attention to what 
she was seeing, nor thinking about that which was right and that which was 
wrong. He taunted her, running the tip of his tantalizing tongue around the 
sweet bud of her swollen clitoris, working on the sensitive pleasure button, 
turning it into a throbbing center of lust. Then his tongue once ore slid 
down the wet slash of her sizzling pussylips, spearing determinedly into the 
honeyed flood that was her scintillating coral cave. 

Whimpering with continually mounting desire, her shuddering pelvis lurched 
this way and that, keeping time with the determined plunge of his oral organ 
as Susan gripped his head with her hands in order to bury his face that much 
more deeply between the sandwiching lips of her vagina. As a result, her 
inner vaginal self continued trembling with consistently mounting passion. 
Again and again his mouth continued licking as he worked at her eager and 
anxious vaginal nave, and each tantalizing swipe of his working tongue 
received the sighs of gratification he had expected to hear the first time 
he had gone down on her. He continued licking methodically, setting off new 
and seething flames of desire in the stunningly beautiful, arousing woman. 
He decided to tease her just the littlest bit, running the tip of his tongue 
around the clitoris without actually touching it, working so that the 
sensitive pleasure button was aflame before he actually touched it with his 
lingual extension. He lapped it up and down, building a froth around it, 
sending her into a frenzy. Then his tongue once again slid up and down, up 
and down, working into her pussy, drinking the continual flow of nectar from 
within her. 

Susan whimpered with constantly mounting desire, her pubis lurching with 
each vibrantly firm plunge of the working tongue. He worked her vagina with 
his tongue, his lips, his whole mouth, making her aware of what a true 
master he was when it came to oral sex. His tongue leaped in and out of her 
seething womanly sump, tasting the pulsing plump lips of her female flesh. 
Then he worked his oral organ into the depths of her vaginal tunnel, sucking 
and swallowing, slurping and drinking, pulling out more and more of the 
abundant flow of her natural feminine fluids. The sounds he made from 
between her sweet thighs filled the bedroom, increasing her passion, for she 
discovered the noises he was making, far from being detestable, were 
inciting. 

She was on the verge, about to attain the satisfaction she had been unable 
to feel when Izzie had fucked her in the ass, earlier in the day. God! God! 
She ached for that orgasm. She had to have it, or she would go totally out 
of her mind. She needed a complete climax and a totally exhausting thrill, 
and now it was about to descend on her and lift her to heaven. 

Then Susan came, strongly and violently, feeling the tongue lather her 
clitoris and apply friction at the same time. 

"AAAAIIIIYYYYEEEEAAAA IIIIYYYYAAAA-GGGGHHHHH ... IIIII'MMMMM ... 
COMMMMM-IIIIINNNNGGGGG UUUUNNNNGGGGG HHHH-AAAAAAA IIIYYYYYAAAAA 
AAAGGGG-GGGGG!" 

Her body began spastically convulsing as the lovely redhead was overcome by 
the savage ecstasy of the overpowering climax. She trembled insanely, her 
body madly jerking repeatedly, her flesh covered with goose bumps, her cunt 
oozing honey. 

Tom was more excited than ever as the beautiful woman came in his mouth. He 
drank her delicious fluids, his face bathing in her vaginal kisses, his 
tongue attacking again and again until she pleaded with him to stop because 
of her over-sensitivity. Reluctantly he withdrew his tongue from the tasty 
interior of her hotbox, his throat swallowing the last of her flow, then 
without waiting for any kind of invitation, he hurled his weighty body on 
top of hers, pressing himself against her, his belly all but crushing hers 
as his cock slithered between her wide-open white thighs. 

Susan shuddered with wonder as the massive cock slowly slid into the narrow 
center of her seething cunt. The long, barrel-like cylinder sank home inside 
the waiting chamber it had avidly sought. The man lurched forward, slamming 
his pelvis against hers as his shaft rammed itself that much deeper between 
the delicate pink folds of her just-licked cunt. 

The contracting vaginal sheath gripped his cock and vacuumed it in while he 
began rotating his hips, screwing the penis even deeper, grinding his hairs 
against hers as his crotch pressed against her hot groin, pushing, shoving, 
thrusting, unable to go deep enough this time. Susan's mouth opened, feeling 
some pain again because of his thickness, but even more pleasure because of 
it. Incoherent groans of fulfillment escaped from her throat, for even 
though she had been satisfied, the thick length of cock thrust into her made 
her aware she was capable of enjoying more than one orgasm at a time if it 
was brought on in a different manner. 

Her contracting vaginal scabbard pulled him ever deeper as he lay on top, 
locked inside her. He clutched her as the last of her previous climax 
shuddered through her, enhanced by the presence of his swollen cock. She was 
a soft, surrounding bed of female flesh, lying beneath him, yet enveloping 
him. His penis jerked and twitched inside her, anxious for its own release, 
and Susan was just as anxious to feel the heat of his sperm bathe her womb. 
But he simply lay there, soaking in the delicious marinating juices, 
creating a torment with this postponement, his hands caressing Susan as she 
slowly descended from the marvelously dizzying heights of total orgasm. 

Eventually her eyelids fluttered open, and the misty look in her light-brown 
eyes was seemingly testimony enough to the satisfaction his mouth had 
provided. Her hands gently ran up and down the cords of muscle in his back, 
teasing at the hard flesh under the soft skin, making her aware that except 
for his paunch, the rest of him was extremely solid. 

"Oh, Tom!" she gasped. "That was so beautiful! I know now what a hateful, 
hurtful person I've been, and I can't ask you to forgive me. But I can say 
you've made me feel fantastic. Let me stay with you as long as you wish. 
When you want me to leave, just say so, and I'll go. Until then, if you want 
me as a slave, I'll be only too happy to be that slave. For I realize I do 
love you." 

"I wish I was able to believe you," he said, smiling into her face. "But I'm 
open-minded enough to give you a trial period." 

"That's all I ask," she told him, and then his mouth was meeting hers, their 
tongues dancing around one another as the muscles in her vagina contracted 
around the rigid swell of his mighty invader, sending shafts of pleasure 
through the tantalizing tunnel of her sex. 

Tom's hips twitched, bucked, then slid backward, his mighty organ easing 
itself from the narrow channel it had penetrated until only the head was 
left inside. Then he slammed his cock right back into her belly. Sensation 
boiled through him all the more wonderfully. 

Susan felt the full impact of his penile lunge. She grunted with even more 
intense desire as his hard cock massaged the tantalizing walls of her soft 
vaginal membranes. 

"Haaauuunnnnggghhhh!" she moaned and gasped, as he withdrew only to hurl his 
shaft into her tunnel once again, burying the full length of the moving 
phallus into her quivering vagina. "God! It's fantastic! Tom! I love you! 
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard and fuck me deep!" 

Tom once again drew the length of his piston back, then thrust into her all 
over again, serving her the full portion of his hot masculine meat, allowing 
the quivering, juicy folds of her clinging walls to envelop him as her 
vagina, like the mouth of a lioness, devoured him. The engorged head of his 
pulsing penis leaped and twitched in positive reaction to the 
pleasure-producing friction that inflamed its ultra-sensitive surface. 

Tom's throbbing phallus was a huge, hard, skewering stake that pounded 
deeply into her. The lust-filled organ stretched her tightly clinging 
womanly channel each time it burrowed into her, packing her with all of 
itself. She clamped her cuntwalls tightly around Tom's thrusting organ, 
milking the cock, clutching at the fiery bludgeon that continually filled 
the heated recesses of her vagina as though she never wanted to be free of 
it. The truth was, she didn't. Susan felt Tom's cock was as much a part of 
her as it was a part of him. 

Her rounded white breasts, like two upright melons with pink stems, were 
quaking beneath the body of her lover, stabbing him with those insistent and 
delicious nipples as they all but cut into the flesh of his almost-hairless 
chest. She continued moaning under the increasing assault of his driving 
phallus. Her torso twitched and jerked and moved repeatedly, while her 
unbelievably tight vagina squeezed and sucked wetly at the full, broad 
length of him, sending a series of sizzling sensations speeding through his 
groin. The cheeks of his ass were two flat stones of driving desire as he 
continued slamming in and out of her voracious pussy. 

Susan "ate" his cock with the lusting mouth of her vagina, tugging him ever 
deeper between her thighs, aching to devour not only his long, strong cock, 
but his testicles, as well. Their bodies were perfectly juxtaposed in 
matching harmony as Susan found herself digging into the mattress with her 
heels and returning each thrust of his with an upward motion of her own 
tantalizing white body. The two of them were panting at the same tempo, 
groaning with the same degree of inflection and intensity. It was all so 
fantastic. 

The man's balls bubbled as if filled with molten lava, and his prostate 
burned as if filled with acid. He began moving faster and faster as he 
slammed all the harder into the beautiful woman's willing body, and she, in 
turn, complemented the increased tempo by matching movements of her thighs 
and ass in total compatibility with him. The globes of her ripe buttocks 
were two cushions filled with air that buoyed her up again and again as the 
man continually knifed in and out of her accommodating vagina. Her entire 
body was intensely alive with his. The hurricanes of lust and desire raged 
insanely through both of them. 

"Unh! Anh! It's so good, so good, so good!" she cried to him. 

"Yeah!" he gasped. "You have the greatest cunt in the world, honey. If I had 
something like this to come home to every night, I'd be home for sure, every 
night," he told her, feeling the way her fingers dug intensely into his 
buttocks, her nails slicing into his flesh, pulling him into her even more. 

"You can have me at home, if that's what you want," she gasped. 

"Time'll tell," he grunted. "A trial period, honey, a trial period," he 
gasped as he continued pounding into her. "You ... uunnnhhh ... stay on as 
my ... uuuhhhh ... body slave ... looking after my ... ohhhhh ... creature 
comforts and such ... oooo-nnnnnhhhh ... and if time proves you merit more, 
then we'll talk. Until then, be ... annnhhh ... patient." 

His body was steaming. Perspiration came oozing from every pore as lie 
continued ramming his cock into her, moving back and forth in cadent 
precision, feeling the rhythmic thrusts building sensation in his balls. It 
came to a point where he was no longer able to contain himself, but even 
before he came, Susan was attaining another peal of satisfaction. 

"AAAAIIIIYYYYAAAAA IIIIIGGGGGHHHHH YYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" she shrieked, 
her body filled with delight as thrill after thrill sparked its way through 
her. She was unable to control herself. "NOWWWWWWW ... YOU-UUUU...." she 
ordered. " 

He came, then and there, gasping out, "HHHH-AAAAUUUUGGGG HHHHAAAARRRRGGGG 
HHHAAAAUUUU WWWAAAAAAAAGGGG HHHHAAAAGGGGHHH AAAGGGGHHHH UUUUNNNGGGGHHHHHH!" 

He shot blast after blast of viscous sperm into Susan's waiting cunt. Now 
she prayed for the first time that she wasn't the sterile one. She wanted 
his baby more than anything else in the world, not because it would bind him 
to her, but because it would be a product of their joint manufacture. It 
would be a wonderful child, a marvelous infant, and it would have the best 
of both parents. 

A third orgasm welled up inside Susan, and she was so exhausted, she hadn't 
the strength to cry it to the world. She bucked and twisted beneath her 
beloved as she sought to capture forever the impaling organ continuing to 
drive through her, enhancing everything that much more for her. Her inner 
flow of oils drenched his phallus, pouring freely over the organ before 
mingling with his white flow and oozing out of her cunt around his softening 
cock. The two were lost in one another, each in the ecstasy permeating their 
bodies. They clung tightly together, happily accepting the pleasure each 
felt with the other, and long after the violent tremors subsided, they lay 
basking in the afterglow of what had gone before, with his cock still buried 
inside her cunt, refusing to come out, soft though it was. They kissed and 
caressed tenderly, and neither bothered speaking. Words, at this point, were 
unnecessary. 

Words were also unnecessary for Isidore Kesselmann! He hadn't waited for 
Susan's signal, but had crept up to the cabin, peered into the window, and 
seeing what was taking place, had taken a whole role of film. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

Izzie was not content. Though he had used up an entire role of thirty-five 
millemeter film, he wanted more pictures. Unfortunately he didn't have time 
for more pictures. He knew no commercial place would develop the photos he 
took, so he got into his klunker of a car and drove back to the city, where 
he went to some friends. They proceeded to get the films developed for him. 
But while he waited, Izzie gnashed his teeth. Susan was still alone with 
that fat bull of a man, and he had no idea what she was doing with him 
except that when he, Izzie had these pictures, he would return, walk in 
grandly, take Susan away and threaten to expose the man as a rapist unless 
he started paying Izzie lots of money. How much? Well, Izzie wasn't sure 
just yet. After all, to take too much too soon would be killing the goose 
that was laying the golden eggs. Izzie wanted lots of gold. Unlike other 
blackmailers, he wasn't stupid enough to want the man bled completely dry. 

When the pictures were ready, Izzie picked them up, but before he was able 
to drive back to the cabin where Susan was with Tom, his car radiator blew. 
That meant she would be spending another day with the bull, and there was 
nothing Izzie would be able to do about it. Well, he'd better enjoy her, 
because once Izzie took her away from Tom, he was going to fuck every hole 
raw before finally tiring of the redheaded woman and throwing her away. That 
she was no longer with him would be no excuse for Tom to stop paying 
blackmail, since he would have a signed sworn statement from Susan attesting 
to the rape. He would do her a favor and let her continue smuggling diamonds 
in for him-at the usual twenty percent fee, while he just relaxed and 
enjoyed life. He would get money from what Susan was doing, and he would get 
money from this fat bull, this Tom Warren. Yes, Izzie Kesselmann was going 
to live on easy street from now on. Hah! A pun! Easy! Izzie! He thought it 
was hilarious, even if no one else did. 

However, he had to make sure the bull didn't get too physical. After all, 
the man was much stronger than Izzie. The smart thing to do would be to 
leave copies of the pictures with friends and have them send them to the 
police if anything happened to Izzie. But so what? There was no sworn 
statement, yet. The pictures would be meaningless to the police even if 
Izzie put names and addresses on the back of each photo. 

Besides, Izzie didn't have any friends he would be able to trust well enough 
to send those pictures unless they got a cut of the money he intended 
extorting from Tom Warren, and Izzie had no intention of sharing that with 
anyone. 

Ah, but then there was Millie and her son, Harold. Millie was a cow who 
lived in the same building as Susan. She must have weighed close to three 
hundred pounds. Had she lost two hundred of those pounds, she would have 
been a beautiful woman. But Millie was grossly overweight, and as a result 
grossly dissatisfied with her sex life. Once in a while Izzie would shtoop 
her to do her a favor. But he hated doing it because she smelled even worse 
than he. However, if Millie thought there was a chance she, the cow, might 
be able to make it with Tom Warren, the bull, she would do anything Izzie 
wanted, and that would include letting Izzie take Harold with him when he 
went back to the cabin, tomorrow. Harold had been a career marine, and he 
would keep Tom from laying hands on Izzie. Ach ja! The idea appealed to 
Izzie, so he went to see Millie and outlined his idea, neglecting to mention 
his intention of blackmailing Tom. He was merely helping Susan out. Millie, 
a very gullible woman, agreed, and told him he could have Harold. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

It was Monday morning at the cabin, and Susan awoke before Tom. She felt 
good, really good for the first time in her life. He had made her aware of 
how much of a woman she really was, and she knew now she would deny him 
nothing, nothing at all. In fact, the smart thing to do would be to surprise 
him, first by making breakfast, then by seducing him for dessert, since he 
would never expect her to take the initiative. Izzie was a bad dream she was 
all set to forget. As far as she was concerned, he'd wait out there until 
hell froze over before she gave the bastard any kind of signal. 

Sliding out of bed, she went to the bathroom and took a long, hot shower, 
after which she wrapped herself in a see-through robe he had supplied for 
her and nothing else, and she prepared breakfast. The tantalizing smell of 
eggs and breakfast beef came through the door of the bedroom and woke Tom. 

Yawning, he stretched, then hauled his naked bulk out of bed, went to the 
bathroom, and took a quick shower and a shave. Afterward, totally naked, he 
came out and sat on a chair Susan had thoughtfully provided with a cloth so 
his skin wouldn't stick to it. He ate with relish, and when he reached for 
her, she twirled just out of reach, saying, "Not here, Tom. It's so 
uncomfortable here. Either in the bedroom, or outside on a natural bed of 
moss I saw not too far from here." 

She realized she ought not to have mentioned the moss, because if Izzie was 
somewhere outside, watching, and he saw the two of them step out totally 
naked, he would get those pictures. But Tom eased her fears by standing and 
saying, "Moss is nice, but mattresses are nicer. God! I'm really in the mood 
for you." 

"I'm glad," she smiled, "because I'm in the mood for you." 

"I don't know," he shrugged. "You've changed completely, Susan." 

"For the better, I hope," she insisted, leading the way back to the master 
bedroom. 

"Definitely," he said as she removed her robe. 

He never got to add to what he was going to say, because she suddenly 
pounced on him, and instead of bearing him to the bed, she made him lie on 
the floor, pressing her round breasts against him, two heat-radiant jugs 
that made him sizzle as she drew him into a straining embrace as she writhed 
all over him, her tongue wrestling with his in what seemed like a kiss that 
lasted more than an hour. From that point on, she became more animalistic 
than ever, and it was the wildest experience Tom had ever known, for Susan, 
in taking the initiative, released all her inhibitions. 

It wasn't that things happened overly quickly, because they didn't. At 
least, not in the beginning. The beautiful redhead, knowing they had all the 
time in the world, decided to enjoy herself, and she moved slowly, aware she 
had as much to learn from doing as from having been done to. Susan intended 
using her imagination when she wasn't certain, but she had the feeling that 
by now she had almost everything down pat. She took her sweet time, with no 
wish to leave out any amorous detail. 

Tom simply lay there on the floor, totally relaxed, deciding that the 
previous evening's exertions were still taking their toll on the two of 
them, which was why she seemed to be moving so slowly. In fact, she was 
oozing over him like maple syrup, literally worshiping every inch of his 
shuddering body, kissing his face, his throat, his chest, his stomach-she 
kissed his stomach a lot as if to let him know she loved him in spite of its 
size. When at last her lips reached his looming lightning rod of flesh, the 
flood of verbal adoration as well as physical delight was totally 
overwhelming. 

"Ohhhhh ... Tom ... it's wonderful ... so magnificent ... so awesome ... so 
big ... so much bigger than my ex-husband's ... so ummmmphhhhh...," Her 
mouth covered the head for a moment, sucking it, and then she pecked kisses 
all over it, her fingertips reverently foldling the outsized shaft as it 
towered up from his body. "Mmmmmm ... so big ... so thick ... so wonderfulll 
... so perfectly shaped ... circumcised ... marvelous texture ... so hot ... 
so delightful ... uuuummmmmphhhh...." down she swooped. 

Tom lay there, filled with awe and wonderment. He had expected she would let 
him, but he had never expected this wonderful aggression on her part. Had 
she really changed, or was this some kind of act? If it was an act, what was 
the reason for it? Susan was not only sucking, but breathing heavily, 
inhaling his masculine essences through her twin nostrils, letting the hot 
air out the same way as it blasted all over his genitalia. 

"Ummmm...." she sighed, pulling her lips from it. "It's like concrete 
wrapped in satin," she told him. "So proud, so handsome, so powerful, so 
wonderful...." 

She was on her knees as he lay there on the floor, alternately kissing and 
praising his pulsating cock while her hands tingled their way over his 
scrotum, making his balls jump in their container. Her manual devotion to 
his balls, upper thighs, hips, and ass made him sizzle. Even his fat belly 
seemed to arouse her as no flat belly had ever done. She stroked, pinched, 
and kneaded it as much as she fondled his private parts. 

This went on for a long time until Tom had the presence of mind to suggest 
that the pair of them move to the bed where they were certain to be far more 
comfortable than they were on the floor. Besides, sex was give-and-take, and 
though he loved her attentions, half his pleasure was in doing unto her as 
she would do unto him. 

"Not yet, please," Susan pleaded, addressing her hot-breathed remarks to his 
phallus as if she were speaking into the head of a microphone. "Remember, 
I'm still a little bashful, and because of that I do take time warming up. I 
need my vagina to get warmed up nicely, slowly, and I can feel the oils 
inside slowly simmering as I play with you. I mean, I'm doing just fine. 
Don't worry, we'll get to the bed before my cunt dribbles all over the 
floor, but just let me enjoy you like this the littlest bit more, first." 

Far be it from Tom to argue with the redheaded woman. For the first time in 
his life when with a female, he felt himself totally on the receiving end, 
as if he was getting something for nothing for a change, instead of always 
giving and getting nothing. This was precisely the way Susan wanted him to 
feel. 

Gradually her attentions to his genital area became less and less taunting 
and playful as she concentrated on what she was doing. She also talked a lot 
less. Her hands explored less and concentrated more on whacking and her 
mouth concentrated on direct sucking. He was never in any real danger of 
coming-if such a thing might be thought of as being in danger-and he knew it 
had nothing to do with the fresh mountain air or the fact that he had come 
the previous night. Susan was learning, discovering, teaching herself how to 
please a man in just about every way, and she was intentionally keeping her 
tantalizing caresses just below the boiling point. As a result, his cock, 
already the longest, thickest one in the state, seemed to stretch and 
thicken even more, the inner penis beneath the velvet outer flesh-casing 
seemingly stiffening and getting even harder. He ached inside that much 
more, feeling a twitching, throbbing desire. Eroticism filled the two of 
them, and her mouth worked slowly, enjoying what she was doing, aware from 
the throbs in his urethra that whenever he was about to boil over, she would 
be able to stop. Before long, it seemed to Tom that his cock had to be so 
gigantic, only a female elephant would be capable of handling it. He had to 
look and see for himself that in spite of what he felt, it wasn't quite the 
doric column he was imagining. Maybe it was simply the effect of all of 
Susan's gushing vocal superlatives, but even though it wasn't quite as 
massive as it felt, it was definitely longer and thicker than before. This 
woman had something about her that stirred up desire in him as no other 
woman had ever been able to previously do. 

He didn't get more of a glimpse at his schlong, because by now Susan's mouth 
was engulfing so much of it, her lips going all the way down to the base, 
the head pushing its way into the narrow delicacy of her gullet. Each time 
she lifted her mouth, she literally allowed the penile head to "pop" out, 
and then her tongue would press itself flatly against the underside and wash 
the entire length of the urethra, slurping up and down again and again. Then 
her lips formed that wonderful ring again, and down she went until her nose 
was pressing into his pelvis and she was breathing the male essence of him. 
Her hand kneaded his balls, playing with them as if they were marbles in a 
sac while her other finger instinctively reached beneath and touched his 
ass-hole, not going in, but at the same time applying just enough pressure 
so that he knew the finger was there. 

Everything Susan did, she did by instinct, doing it because she was enjoying 
herself, and as a result, she was fantastic. Yet she continued shifting 
around, moving this way and that, never once bearing down while using any 
single technique. Each time she felt him start the giddy climb toward 
orgasm, she stopped and did something else. 

He began to actually tremble as he lay there on the floor, and so she did a 
new, different thing. Backing off until her mouth clung solely to the head 
of his pulsating cock, she wormed one arm through his crotch and fitted her 
hand into the small of his back as if to give him some kind of leverage as 
he lay there. Then, with her free hand, she gripped his shoulder and had him 
sit up, then little by little she urged him to get to his feet while her 
mouth clung to his cock and her hand remained in place against the small of 
his back. When he was standing, she urged him backward until his knee-backs 
touched the mattress, and that was when she threw him down. But her mouth 
moved with his cock to keep him from losing any sensation, and the penile 
head remained in her mouth the entire time. Once he was stretched out on the 
bed, she climbed on with her mouth still glued to the phallus, sucking 
strongly as she lifted one leg over his head and brought it down on the 
other side, presenting her cunt to his face as her mouth began violently 
bobbing up and down on the stiff staff of his erection. She let him see her 
bashful crack had been adequately prepared for a sixty-nine, because oils 
were not only seeping out, but splashing all over his face. 

Even as he stared, he knew hers had to be the greatest cunt around, 
something really special. It looked to be something separate from Susan, 
something independently alive. It seemingly had a mind of its own, features 
of its own, a nervous system of its own, and muscles of its own that 
wouldn't be the least bit hesitant about applying pressure to anything that 
entered the holy grail. It looked so squirmily shimmering and wet and bright 
and delightful, and the inner lips seemed to smack together like oral lips 
as if about to taste him rather than he tasting her. Susan hunched forward, 
her mouth still on his monumental cock. 

Tom sighed feeling the tips of her nipples being dragged over his body. God! 
She knew how to really build him up, and all this in so short a time. It was 
impossible to believe this was the same woman who, only forty-eight hours 
earlier, no, make that sixty hours earlier, had been such a total prude. 

The man raised his head as he stared at the cunt that was now staring back 
at him. He pressed his nose forward, into the folds between the pink petals, 
coming into contact with the coral center, enjoying the glistening, undulant 
core of luscious pulp as her vagina seemingly opened wide to receive his 
mouth. Her entire inner crevice was completely revealed to his eyes, and he 
stared at the tantalizing dark hole where his nose would fit for the moment, 
to the out-reaching, quivering button of solid tissue that would never again 
hide behind the membranous frenulum. It leaped toward him as if it were a 
magnet leaping toward his tongue of steel. When he spiked his tongue-tip 
against that thick "on" button, her cunt suddenly clamped itself tightly 
shut, fastening itself to his face from forehead to chin, encompassing his 
two cheeks and compressing them, squeezing them, all but crushing everything 
in the sweetness of her inner dehiscence. Her cunt was actually sucking on 
his face like some kind of sea creature, as if intent on pulling his entire 
head inside. 

Yet, when after a few oral swirls at the lovely redhead's palpitant vagina, 
the man decided to emulate Susan by shifting his attack a little, thrusting 
his face even deeper into the quivering center of her seething inner self, 
that fantastic womanly flue began shrinking down to such constricting 
tightness he was almost unable to pull his face out of her. 

Meanwhile, Susan continued her worship of the man's upstanding phallus, a 
high priestess caught up in the obeisance she was paying the oversized cock. 
At the same time his balls were throbbing, as if to let Tom know they 
weren't able to stand much more of this teasing. They had to unleash that 
which they were manufacturing to make more room for the other little 
spermatozoa which were also coming into being. 

When he finished a second round of clitoris-sucking, and thrusting his 
tongue into the dense swamp of her pussy-hole, he gripped the snug halves of 
her tight little white ass and finally managed to wrench his head free. It 
was at that moment that her mouth exerted overpowering pressure on his cock, 
and he felt a distinct rumble. 

"I think I'm going to ... oh, God...," he gasped. 

In almost no time, moving in a virtual blur of flesh and flashing limbs, 
Susan had turned herself around, had poised her hot cunt over the broad tip 
of his pulsing cock, and little by little she began corkscrewing her cunt 
down and around the penis, taking in the head and only the head, leaving the 
rest of the shaft out in the open air. He realized she had done it without 
using her hands, her cunt lips doing the actual grabbing and her inner self 
doing the actual sucking in, sucking even more, now pulling the rest of his 
cock in to the balls as her inner rings of muscle latched onto the massive 
probe. 

"Now!" she gasped, sighing as she ground her cunt lips against the base of 
his cock, almost sucking his balls inside, "Come! Let it blast right through 
you!" 

Tom was so dumb-struck at the lightning way Susan had reversed herself, and 
the manner in which her cunt had gobbled up his cock without her using her 
hands to guide it inside, the desire to peak once more settled in him, and 
though still on the verge, he was unable to actually come. He slammed his 
hips upward a dozen different times while she continued swirling and 
churning and rotating her own loins, and those unbelievable inner rings of 
muscle slowly strangled around the up-thrust prod, milking and massaging him 
like affectionate boa constrictors. But he was so astounded, a blockage 
temporarily prevented his prostate from unleashing the fluid that was making 
it swell. 

Finally, he lifted his hands and gripped the out-thrust swells of her 
breasts, feeling her nipples cut into his palms as he gasped, "I don't know 
how you did what you did, but it stopped me from coming for the moment. If 
you want to go back to what you were doing...," 

"Hush!" Susan smiled, suddenly realizing that with this new-found delight of 
sex, she had achieved instant mastery over the man who had been her lord and 
ruler for the past two days. "I'll go back to it a little later, but for now 
we'll re-start that fire in you some other way, my love. I want the heavy 
first blast in the center of me. Then I'll be more than happy to drink 
whatever else you have to offer." 

By being servile, Susan had conquered. By being subservient she was 
presently in control. It was all so unbelievable, she was unable to accept 
it at first, thinking he was playing some kind of game with her. Soon she 
understood, as long as her cunt gripped his cock, she was the empress and he 
was the slave. But when all this was over and done with, their positions 
would once again revert, and she knew full well she was better off that way. 
She wasn't meant to handle finances, or for that matter take charge of her 
life. Gambling had ruined her, as had playing in the stock market. The one 
saving grace in her life was Tom, and she didn't want to lose him. 

She bent forward and kissed him, her breasts rubbing all the more strongly 
into hands that were pressed against them. Then she straightened up and 
began a wild, bouncy, maddening ride, that made his body jerk and shudder as 
her inner walls crushed his cock. She was only too quick to feel the swell 
of his balls as his sac tightened into his groin, so that when she rode down 
on his cock, the scrotum scrubbed her ass-cheeks. 

Her own hands pressed against his, pushing his palms all the more firmly 
into her nipples, and while he twisted and turned and churned and pulled on 
the berries that were her breast-tips, she began sighing and letting him 
know just how much she was enjoying what she was feeling. 

"Dear Lord!" she gasped. "You have no idea what a wonderful weapon you have. 
It's like a huge smoke stack. You know, the kind you see on factory 
buildings standing ten or fifteen stories high. Ummmm! I love the way you 
drive it into me, Tom. Shove it as far into me as you possibly can. Fill me 
with it. Fill all of me with it. Ooooooh! It's so thick it's like a rolled 
prime rib just coming out of the oven, only in this case it's my oven that's 
making the juices. Ooooooh! I can feel it throbbing inside me ... every 
little bulge, every little swell ... the head hitting all the way inside me. 
It feels as if you're stabbing me in the lungs. I'm so crammed full of you, 
when you do come, I'll probably be jetted right off you and go shooting 
through the ceiling like a rocket. Ohhhhh ... yessss! It feels so 
wonderfullll ... hold on just a little longer ... I'm going to come with you 
... and if that happens ... uuuunnnnhhhh ... I'll clamp so solidly around 
you I'll be prevented from being blasted off you when you fill my cunt with 
your squirtings ... aaaaannnnnhhhhh...," 

Words no longer available to her, Susan gave the man a preview of the power 
in her cunt, power not even she realized she had as she clenched his pulsing 
rod until Tom was ready to believe the two of them had been fused 
together-flesh-melted-into-flesh, like a candlestick plunged into a vat 
seething molten wax. 

"Hhhhhaaaauuunnngggghhhhh!" the man gasped, lifting her high with the force 
of his hips in response to what she was doing to him. 

"Oooooooh! Good! Glorious! Wonderful! More! More! More! You marvelous 
torturer," she gasped. "Punish me this way again and again, and never stop 
punishing me. You have me right on the edge of all this, and instead of 
pushing me over, you're making me slide on that edge. What does it take to 
turn on that wonderful hose of yours. Oh, I love you so much, Tom! If only 
you knew, if only you believed ... you're making me weaken and feel limp 
inside ... aaaannnnhhhh ... if you want me as your slave, you have me. Ask 
anything ... oooooh ... and I'll do it ... I love you, Tom ... I love you 
more than life." 

In spite of what she was telling him, Tom knew this was one woman who was 
definitely not limp inside, and he suspected she had plenty of additional 
tricks in that barely used satchel of hers before she would reduce herself 
to outright begging. Still, it was nice to believe his was the cock that had 
finally brought this magnificent bitch under control. Had he heard these 
compliments from a whore, he would have expected them, since whores make 
their living by making the men fucking them feel really good. Had she been 
one of the regular run-of-the-mill housewives he occasionally fucked, he 
would have also enjoyed it expectantly, and he knew if he had been fucking 
some young teeny-bopper who had never been dicked before, then her praise 
would be something to expect. But no, this was none of these. This was Susan 
Kean, the mature woman who had been fucked for five years before divorcing 
her husband-a woman who had hated sex, and who was now surrendering to it 
because his was the cock that was teaching it all to her the right way. He 
looked down along his body to where her cunt was sucking on his cock as she 
rose and fell, her inner self crushing his penis and filling it with one 
thrill after another. The golden-red hair had to be fire itself, fire 
originating inside her seething snatch. 

Maybe he was getting addlepated, not having really had enough sex in his 
lifetime. That is, he hadn't had enough sex in his own eyes. But a woman 
like Susan was enough to make up for lost time, as long as he had her for 
the rest of his life. Those lovely breasts jutting out were more marvelous 
than ever as they pressed their nipples into his palms, sending streaks of 
lightning shooting through him, down along his arms to his body and then 
through his legs as well as up into his brain. His upstanding phallus probed 
the secret depths of her repeatedly, feeling the majesty of her cunt as it 
sucked again and again, and he knew this time there would be no backing off. 
This time he was going to come like crazy. 

Now the seething sensations began building in the double boilers of his 
testicles. They churned, and then produced a heavy flow of sperm, the 
millions of little tadpoles charging through the vas deferens on their way 
to the prostate, there to mingle with the fluid that was going to wash them 
through the urethra and into Susan's cunt. Streams of boiling porridge began 
ascending in his under-tube, and with it came a timeless, ageless rapture as 
he realized whatever the trajectory, he was going to unleash love into this 
woman's center. His entire consciousness seemed to be drawn up into the 
primal center of super-compacted oneness within her, where Susan's most 
formidable, inner fires were sizzlingly bonded to his knob like electrons 
clinging to an atomic nucleus. 

He was there, feeling it surge through him, and yet the orgasm was crazier 
than anything he had ever felt in his entire life. To him it was like being 
totally naked at the North Pole in the middle of a hailing blizzard. At the 
same time it was like feeling fire blast through his veins, and he tightened 
and lifted himself as the semen went spurting from his body to hers. 

"AAAAIIIIYYYYEEEE AAAAGGGGG HHHH-UUUUNNNNGGGGG HHHHAAAAGGGG 
HHH-AAAAARRRRGGGG HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGG HHHHAAAAAGGGG HHHHAAAGGGHHHH!" he 
bellowed. 

The sperm felt like a seething flood of dry ice, so cold it was hot, and it 
rushed through his entire body, paralyzing him for a moment, turning him to 
petrified ice, as well. He had suddenly turned into a stone arch, his weight 
on his shoulders and heels, his ass lifted clear off the mattress, his mind 
going totally numb as he watched Susan's pale, perfect alabaster form 
contort and writhe on his cock like an angle worm twisting on a fishhook. 

Internally, he felt like an atomic mushroom cloud of smoke suddenly caught 
in a maelstrom, twisting this way and that. Susan was also caught in the 
holocaust of orgasm, her torso lunging every which way, seeming to change 
shape as well as the direction of her lean too fast for his eyes to follow. 
Yet she remained pinioned where she was, locked to him, melted into him, 
their loins merged at ground-zero of the most wonderful explosion of all 
time as she shrieked out, "AAAAIIIII YYYEEEEEAAAAA IIIIYYYY-AAAAA 
IIIIIYYYYAAAAA GGGGHHHHAAAAA IIII HHHAAAAIIIIEEEEE YYYYEEEEAAAAA 
GGGGHHHHUUUU WWWWAAAGGGGHHH-HHH!" 

The sensation in both bodies remained at peak for what seemed like forever, 
and then slowly, ever-so-slowly, they began drifting down again, little by 
little as splash after splash of his sperm beat into her body and filled her 
with the critters from which babies might be formed. 

She was unable to remain upright and fell forward, pushing against the palms 
of his hands as he remained clutching her breasts for a moment, and then his 
arms gave way and she collapsed on top of him. She lay there, unmoving, 
unable to do a thing other than simply feel the beat of his heart through 
her breast and note it was keeping perfect time with her own. 

A long, long time passed, and finally she had enough strength returned to 
her body to slide off him. She lay beside him, unmoving as he got to his 
feet and dressed. Then he helped her to her feet and made her dress, as 
well, saying, "No more game-playing, Susan. From now on you're my personal 
slave for the rest of your life. I'm going to bind you to me so you'll never 
get away. There's a private airport near here, and a rented plane will take 
us where we have to go." 

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

The old Ford crept up to the cabin. It was Wednesday, a day later than Izzie 
had anticipated, and he was angrier than ever. But at last his car had been 
fixed, and Harold, Millie's son, was with him. 

Harold was six-feet-two-inches tall, extremely dull-witted, which was why he 
was made a boot camp training sergeant and was unable to rise higher, with 
muscles like a gorilla, and a face to match. At the moment he was wearing a 
simple pair of black slacks, a green shirt, and an old combat jacket to keep 
out the October cold. 

Izzie, wearing an old gray suit that had been rumpled ten years earlier, saw 
the Imperial and knew Tom and Susan were in the cabin. He parked his car 
next to the Imperial, then he and Harold got out and walked up to the front 
door. He banged on the front door, and when the door opened, he pushed his 
way past Tom into the large single room, snapping, "May ve come in?" 

Tom took one look at Harold and knew better than to argue with Izzie. He 
waited until the lumbering hulk had walked in, then shut the door, and said, 
"What the hell do you want, and who the hell are you?" 

"Izzie!" Susan gasped, stepping out of the bedroom wearing a frilly pink 
dress. 

Tom was in shirtsleeves, with blue slacks, and it was obvious he hadn't 
appreciated Izzie's interrupting. Izzie didn't give a damn. 

"I'll be brief," Izzie said to Tom. "You brought dis voman here against her 
vill, undt you raped her. Here is der effidence." 

He produced the pictures of Tom with Susan, the ones he had taken the 
previous Sunday evening. 

"You know this turd?" Tom asked Susan, referring to Izzie. 

"Yes," she quietly admitted. 

Turning to Izzie, he said, "Get the fuck out of here right now, you and 
Godzilla, or I swear there'll be hell to pay." 

Izzie turned to Harold and said, "Take care uff him." 

Harold, who had lived almost all his life getting into and out of fights, 
grabbed Tom, and with one arm around the man's body to keep him from using 
his own hands, applied pressure on the man's carotid arteries using his 
fingers and thumb, and Tom blacked out. 

"Now," Izzie said, turning to Susan. "You vill come vit' me. If he tries to 
follow, ve haff der evidence dat he raped you. I can alvays claim Harold 
here vas vit' me undt saw vhat happened." 

"No!" Susan gasped. "It's a lie! I won't come with you." 

"You come vit' me, or else Harold will kick your boyfriend's brains oudt uff 
his head." 

"That's murder!" Susan screamed. 

"Ve'll claim ve vere passing undt heard you scream. Dat, or I'll tell how 
you called me up undt asked me to come up here undt safe you from dis man. 
No court in der vorld vill convict us. So come!" 

"Never!" Susan screamed, rushing to the unconscious body of Tom and checking 
him over to make certain he was all right. 

"Bring her!" Izzie commanded. "I t'ink she needs a lesson. Dere's a motel 
not too far from here vhere, bet-veen der two uff us, ve can teach dis bitch 
not to giff us a hard time." 

Harold didn't bother responding. He wasn't very good when it came to 
difficult things, like talking. He saved his strength for fighting and 
fucking, and from what Izzie was hinting, there was going to be some 
fucking. 

Susan scratched the words Raynor Motel on a table-top just before Harold 
bodily picked her up and carried her out of the cabin. 

 CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 

The Raynor Motel was where Izzie had taken Susan the last time, and when she 
heard him tell Harold they would take her to a nearby motel, she assumed it 
would be the same one. In that, she was correct. 

Once the three of them were in the motel room, Izzie sneered at Susan, 
saying, "You t'ink just because you like dat boyfriend uff yours dat you can 
change your mind, eh? Veil it's too late, Susan. I left a set uff pictures 
vit' him, undt a note telling him how to make der payoffs if he doesn't vant 
me to show dese same pictures to udders undt ruin him." 

"Izzie, you were always a stupid fool," Susan insisted. 

"Nein!" Izzie snapped at her. "Ve're bot' uff us sick undt tired uff you 
telling us vhat to do. Ve came here to make money, undt dat's vhat ve'll do. 
Ve're going to vait for your boyfriend to make der first cash delivery by 
tomorrow morning, right here. I've told him in der note dat if he doesn't, 
or if somet'ing happens to us, der pictures vill be released by friends of 
mine to der press." 

"You have no friends, Izzie," Susan insisted. 

"But he doesn't know dat," Izzie told her. "Undt you von't be dere to tell 
him. You like fucking? Gutt! From now on you fuck for Harold undt me." 

"Never!" she shouted. 

"Now! Right now!" Izzie snapped. 

Without another word, he tore the clothing from Susan's body. He literally 
shredded her dress and her undies, revealing her in her naked perfection. 
She tried fighting him, but he slapped her face, and then hurled her onto 
the bed. 

"You vait until I tell you, undt den join in," Izzie said to Harold, who 
nodded. 

Susan quivered, half with fear, half with revulsion, for Izzie turned her 
stomach. He pulled off his own clothing and threw himself on top of her, 
saying, "Dis time I take her wunderbar cunt." 

His bony knees were between her thighs, forcing them open, and then the red, 
rubbery head of his skinny whang was pressing against the full-fleshed lips 
of her cunt in spite of her cries and struggles. Susan tried tearing at 
Izzie's hair, but the man smacked her face, and the new glasses she had been 
wearing went flying off to the side. She turned her face away from him, not 
wanting to see, even in a blur, just what this man intended doing to her. 
The lovely redhead held her breath as she felt the initial harsh pressure 
against the tight, elastic opening of her vulva. Then Izzie cram med 
forward. 

"Haaaauuuunnnngggghhhh!" she gasped as she felt the harsh pressure of his 
thin cock against her dry cunt, for dry as it was, it was also tight and all 
but impossible to penetrate. 

Izzie wasted no time, not caring about her need for lubricity. He pushed 
again. 

"Hhhhhoooonnnngggghhhh!" she gasped as the blood-bloated little tip slipped 
through, cruelly stretching her tight, dry opening until Susan felt as if 
her thighs would rip right off her body. 

Pleas would be wasted on Izzie, so she didn't plead. She waited as the ugly, 
smelly little man hurled himself forward, his own hairy chest smashing her 
firm rounded breasts into her chest as his thick cock slid into her dry, 
aching vagina, causing her pain. 

"Aaaaayyyyaaaagggghhhhh!" Susan cried out. 

Who would have believed that such a skinny penis would have caused so much 
trouble? Now its slender length lay in the heated confines of her cunt, 
throbbing and making her feel more pain than ever. In spite of Tom's 
thickness, he had never hurt her like this. 

"So, tell me you like it!" Izzie demanded, sounding like a Nazi. When she 
refused to answer, he ground his cock even more deeply into her and 
demanded, "Tell me you like it!" 

"Yes!" she cried in anguish. "I like it!" Anything to make him stop hurting 
her. 

"Gutt! Now beg me to fuck you." 

"Never!" Susan insisted. 

"Beg!" he roared, flexing his skinny penis and pushing it even harder into 
her dry tunnel. "Don't, don't, don't!" she pleaded. "Dat's not vhat I vant 
to hear." 

"All right, all right, do it to me!" 

"Nein! Use der right vords." 

"All right!" she gasped. "Fuck me!" 

"Sehr gutt!" Izzie nodded, sensing the last of any remaining resistance she 
might have offered, and he clamped his mouth, with its vile breath, against 
Susan's and he began slowly stroking in and out between her tantalizing 
thighs. 

Susan groaned, but even now felt her inner passage starting to lubricate a 
little, and as a result it also began regaining its elasticity and started 
widening. This was when Susan began to understand that although she hated 
Izzie, his cock was, in spite of its initial roughness, making deeper and 
better inroads into her than ever before. As far as Izzie was concerned, it 
wouldn't be much longer before Susan was a squealing mass of raw flesh 
begging for more of his cock. She was far more sensuous than any of the ugly 
tramps he had fucked, previously. Ach ja! This one was sensitive, and she'd 
respond. 

Susan realized her naked body was beginning to react in spite of her dislike 
of Izzie. Lewd flames of desire were coursing through her, all because of 
what she had learned with Tom, and it was hopeless to fight such feelings. 
She knew better than to even think of fighting the demands of her body. Soon 
she found herself twitching and writhing beneath him in spite of her hate 
for him, and she was incessantly groaning into his smelly mouth as he 
continued kissing her, sucking on his tongue in automatic response. Hums of 
servile acceptance came from her inner depths, acceptance to the physical 
deed, but not acceptance of Izzie. She would never accept Izzie, and she 
knew he had sealed his doom by coming back this way and stealing her away 
from Tom. 

Izzie's hands slid down to her buttocks, squeezing them again and again, 
feeling her flesh flex and relax, the skin oozing through his fingers. He 
gripped her more firmly and jerked her all the more tightly to his loins, 
the wet cunt between her thighs starting to flower open all the more now, 
feeling less pain as the moisture in there intensified. He jerked her all 
the harder against him as he nailed his cock ever deeper into her. 

Izzie slaved away above Susan, moving into smoother, longer strokes 
automatically, bringing his skinny cock almost all the way out of her tight 
cunt, then slamming it right back in, his balls smacking against the eagerly 
uptilted buttocks, slapping harshly against the delightfully rounded cheeks. 

Izzie smiled triumphantly into her mouth as he sucked on her sweet tongue. 
He had her, now. 

The deep, guttural sounds coming from the depths of her chest were not 
whimpers of pain. He had heard too many girls in rapture not to know the 
difference. His cock continued sliding in and out of the sucking tightness 
of her pussy, and suddenly she was gasping as she realized, in spite of her 
hating Izzie, and the fact that she would always hate the man, she was going 
to come. 

"YYYYYAAAAAIIIII YYYYYEEEEEAAAAA IIIIYYYYYY AAAAAIIIIIYYYY AAAAAGGGGG 
HHHHAAAANNNNGGGG HHHHHUUUUNNNN-GGGGGG HHHHAAAAUUUUUWWWWWAAA AAAAGGGHHHH!" 
she screamed, unable to believe that she was attaining an orgasm, and so 
quickly. 

Izzie was even more surprised. He had never expected a woman whom he thought 
to be a cold fish to be capable of climaxing, but she was doing just that. 
He felt her tight little cunt gushing hot and heavy fluid around his 
throbbing little cock, and he knew he was a long, long way from coming. She 
was so wet inside at the moment, it was all but impossible for him to feel 
the friction he wanted. He had to make her even tighter, inside. He fucked 
harder and faster than ever. 

Susan groaned helplessly as her heatedly quivering cunt was continually 
plundered again and again, Izzie jackhammering into her so that her head 
slammed against the backboard of the bed with each thrust. Her womb flared 
and the clasping lips of her hair-lined pussy continued opening to receive 
the hard-driving cock. Her nails had already cut into Izzie's flat 
ass-cheeks, but the hair covered the bloodied streaks her nails made. The 
vile odor of his breath still sickened her, yet even after her orgasm she 
was unable to keep herself from responding to his thrusts by fucking back. 
Susan knew she would soon be attaining yet another orgasm. 

She despised Izzie, but also knew she had to keep him here long enough for 
Tom to come and help her get away from here. So she began using the 
different tricks she had learned. 

"Hey," Harold called out, reminding Izzie he was there. "I wanna fuck, too." 

He was dropping his pants, and Susan saw that Harold, while not built quite 
along Tom's thickness and length, was certainly longer and thicker than 
Izzie. 

"Ja!" Izzie agreed. "Dis is a gutt idea. Her cunt is too narrow in der 
beginning, undt now it is too vet. So I let you take over der fucking uff 
her cunt, undt I...," 

He leaped off Susan and Harold wasted no time hurling his brawny body on top 
of the redhead. His hard cock was just aching to bury itself, and he wasted 
no time in gripping it firmly, pressing the head against her tight pussy, 
and pushing, filling her to the brim with his throbbing cockmeat. He shoved 
harder than ever, and Susan gasped, unaccustomed to such brute strength even 
if her husband had taught her to accept such roughness. 

"Izzie, make him stop!" she cried out. "Don't do this to me." 

But Harold held her pinned to the bed, his member continually spearing into 
her fear-contracted vagina, and she felt like a moth pinned to a display 
card by a nail. 

"Izzie, stop him!" she pleaded, writhing under the man. 

"Who do you t'ink you're kidding?" Izzie laughed. "You luff being fucked. 
You already came vunce vit' me, undt you'll probably come again. So shut up 
undt enjoy it all." 

"Izzie ... no ... this is wrong...," 

"Shut up!" Izzie snapped at her. Then he walked around so he was able to 
look at Harold's face, seeing the idiotic bliss on the muscular man's 
countenance. "Harold!" he shouted. "Turn der bitch ofer vhile you still fuck 
her." 

Harold looked puzzled for a moment as if unaware of what he ought to do. 
Then a knowing grin spread across his lips. He wrapped his arms tightly 
around Susan's helpless body, all but crushing her with his powerful bulk, 
and with a single smooth effort, he rolled over so that he was the one on 
the bottom and Susan was sitting on top of him, still hopelessly impaled on 
his throbbing organ. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her breasts against 
him, and her buttocks all naked and white were pointing toward the ceiling. 
Susan frantically struggled for a moment to try and free herself from the 
man's arms, but a moment later she was shocked into immobility by a hand 
slapping her buttocks-hard. It was Izzie's hand. 

"Just keep der ass still, verdammt!" he roared. 

She gasped as she felt his finger plunder her anal pucker, and remembering 
what he had done to her at this hotel the first time he had brought her 
here, she twisted her head around in time to see him kneeling between her 
thighs and those of Harold, as well. Izzie continued working with obscene 
concentration over the naked cleft of her rounded ass-cheeks. Her mind was 
dulled with fear and shame, for she knew only too well what he was going to 
try and do to her. But surely he didn't expect to do it while this other 
man's cock was buried in her cunt. Her ass-hole was too narrow for anything 
like that, now. 

She jerked as she felt his outstretched finger nudging a little deeper into 
her helpless rectum. He wasn't going to wait. He would rip her rectal 
tissues right out of her if he tried fucking her now. 

"Wait ... wait ... wait...," she begged. "Izzie, you can t . ... 

She was screaming with alarm as the mustached man's hands tugged apart her 
fearfully trembling buttocks. She tried hard to wriggle away, but his finger 
relentlessly drove deeper into her anus. She tried flexing the moons of her 
ass-cheeks together, but the pressure of his thumbs, pulling them apart, was 
too great. He was stretching her back cheeks wider and wider apart, and she 
felt cool air rushing through the crevice, making her shudder. 

"Izzie ... don't you dare...," she gasped. "That's sick!" 

"Shut your face, damn you!" the German Gypsy insisted, snarling behind her, 
his voice hoarse and choked up with unnatural passion. 

At that moment, Harold gripped her hips and began ramming her up and down on 
the throbbing length of his powerful phallus until, despite herself, Susan 
found herself almost delirious with the feelings or delight all over again. 
She was enraptured at the pressure of the cock in her cunt, even though the 
man attached to the cock meant nothing to her. 

"I done this lotsa times on liberty," he told her, grinning at her. "We 
double-fucked chicks right and left. Watch! You'll be able to handle it, 
too. When Izzie stretches your ass-hole a little more, you'll love it." 

Susan gave another gasp of protest, tears filling her helpless eyes at the 
realization that the two of them intended performing this unnatural act on 
her. Izzie was once again going to sodomize her. God! How would she live 
through this? She'd had such happiness with Tom, and Izzie was here to spoil 
it all. Once again, she had no one but herself to blame for inviting Izzie 
in the first place. If Tom broke in on this now, and saw other men doing 
this to her, she feared he would never want anything more to do with her. 
God! She felt so terribly ashamed, so miserable about it all. 

She jerked as she felt the outstretched finger dig deeper into her rear, and 
she stiffened with horror, thinking how sick these men were, two 
degenerates. She tried hard to squirm her buttocks away from Izzie as Harold 
continued to skewer her mercilessly with his shaft. Izzie already had the 
finger in to the first knuckle, and now he crammed it into her all the 
harder, pushing until he had the finger all the way into her tight ass-hole. 
Susan jumped from the unexpected sensation, but remained silent this time. 
She refused to give these two monsters the satisfaction of hearing her plead 
for mercy again. 

Grinning excitedly, Izzie rotated his finger in the tight little puckered 
opening as the beautiful redhead's voluptuous body continued moving up and 
down on the thickness of Harold's powering penis. Little by little the 
discomfort in her anus continued lessening, and her mind concentrated more 
on the cock ramming into her cunt than the finger in her rear. Slowly she 
relaxed, moving her hips in time to the way Harold was lifting his cock into 
her, voluntarily sitting down on it and meeting each vibrant thrust of his 
phallus, and she liked the feeling more than she cared to admit, not because 
she had any feelings other than loathing for Harold as well as Izzie, but 
because her inner self was being stimulated beyond belief. For a breathless 
moment the intrusion in her anus actually felt good, intensifying all her 
inner sensations, but then she felt additional pressure as Izzie added yet 
another finger. The pain intensified for a moment, then began lessening, and 
just when it had faded away, she felt Izzie yank his fingers from her 
rectum, making her aware how empty she felt back there. 

She gasped as she felt the smelly little man edging closer, pushing her 
thighs wider apart with his knees as he moved in behind her helplessly 
skewered feminine body. Then, overcome by the sight of her twin ass moons, 
he leaned down, his face falling to her tantalizing buttocks and he began 
tonguing wetly and sloppily at the crevice between them. Saliva poured from 
his mouth and all but rained into the tiny little narrow opening sending 
strange shivers of forbidden delight coursing uncontrollably through the 
lovely woman. 

Suddenly Harold's hands clamped firmly around her waist, holding her in 
place as he lifted her, for an instant freeing her of the vaginal impalement 
she had been feeling. Behind her, Izzie grasped harshly at her nakedly 
flaring hips, holding her perfectly steady in front of him as he aimed his 
phallic tip at the wetly moistened split and then ran the head up and down 
through the crack, spreading the gobs of saliva evenly across her tiny 
little pucker. Then he gripped his pulsing penis even more tightly, aimed 
the head at the little twinkling brown star, and pressed it against the tiny 
little opening. 

Susan shuddered in fear at the initial contact, knowing this time there 
would be nothing to keep her rear hole from splitting, especially once 
Harold crammed his cock back into her cunt. She tried hard to wriggle away, 
but Harold had her firmly in hand, and then she felt Izzie's cock press 
against her rear opening, and once again she felt the agony as her ass-hole 
automatically clenched. 

"Ohhhhh ... hhhhaaaa nnnngggghhhh ... Izzzzz-zzieeeee ... 
d-o-o-o-o-nnn't...," 

Her scream pierced the breathless silence of the room as she suddenly felt 
the tightly resisting ring of her anus surrender even more quickly this time 
than the last time. The unyielding pressure of Izzie's penis was too much 
for her. In a sudden blaze of horrified agony, the lust-swollen penile head 
pushed inside her anus with a "pop." 

The agony of the depraved intrusion was overwhelming, and it vibrated 
through every fiber of her being. She babbled incoherently, pleading for 
mercy, but Izzie was deaf to her. She groaned with agony as the organ sank 
all the more deeply into her rectal channel. God! God! It was useless to 
dream of asking for any kind of consideration from either of these animals. 

Now it was Harold's turn. He tugged her slowly down, and the thick head of 
his cock once again intruded into her vaginal cave, her cunt made all the 
tighter by Izzie's cock in her rectum, just as his cock now made her anal 
tunnel even tighter. For Susan this was debasing and tormenting. 

She felt the thickness of the one in her cunt rubbing against the skinny one 
in her rectum, and only thin membrane of tissue separated the two throbbing 
organs. She writhed in the hope of somehow or other freeing herself from 
either or both of the twin impalers, but even now as she wriggled she 
realized the pain she felt in her rear was once again changing, as it had 
the first time Izzie had fucked her back there, just as the agony in her 
cunt was also changing. She felt a dual thrill at the twin impalement, and 
she began moving her hips and thighs back and forth on the two organs. 

There was no further delay on Izzie's part. Excited by the idea of fucking 
Susan, debasing her, and at the same time making money from the pictures he 
would use, he began fucking furiously into the rubbery depths of her rectum, 
while Harold used powerful upward strokes to ram into her seething cunt. The 
bed springs squeaked in protest at the rough treatment. 

As if the two men had come to some unspoken agreement, both cocks pulled 
back at the same time, then both shoved forward, one into the tightness of 
her narrow rectum, the other into almost the equal tightness of her vagina. 
In and out, they rammed themselves back and forth, cramming her full of cock 
both in front and in back. Susan, who a moment earlier, had been terrified 
and in agony, realized the pain was fast disappearing, and it was being 
replaced by something good, something enjoyable, something totally 
delightful. Then it came to her that she might just as well enjoy this, in 
spite of the two animals doing this to her, because the odds were greatly 
against her ever being fucked by two men at the same time again. Tom would 
never allow it. 

The two men buffeted her in unison now, one moving in while the other moved 
out, then reversing themselves. They hammered into her wantonly writhing 
form with thrilled delight, pounding her again and again and again. As a 
result, the passion intensified in all three people, and Susan was unable to 
keep it hidden. 

The redheaded woman's entire being was becoming a quaking mass of lust as 
she continued undulating with wild abandon. She was totally lost in this 
wild and overpowering sensation, and she crazily rotated her hips and 
buttocks, joyfully skewering herself on the two masculine organs in spite of 
the hate she felt for both men. She squeezed with her vaginal muscles, 
thrilling Harold who had never fucked a tight cunt before, and then she 
crushed with her rectal muscles, making it difficult for Izzie to move his 
cock, yet making him enjoy it all that much more. A marvelous, almost 
volcanic sensation continued mounting ever higher in her shuddering 
interior, and Susan knew something different was going to happen-something 
she might never feel again. 

"Annnnhhhh ... onnnn hhhh ... oooo nnhhhh hh-hhhh hhhhuuuunnnnhhhh...," she 
groaned out loud, feeling numbing pleasure charge through her in shattering 
waves of ecstatic sensation as lust continually surged through her 
helplessly impaled loins, branching out through her entire body, making her 
forget everything in the world other than that which she was feeling. 
Glorious sensations pounded through her nakedly quivering body like an angry 
surf. 

"Oh, Christ! Lookit her fuck!" Harold gasped breathlessly, unable to believe 
such a sedate female was capable of putting the blowsy whores he had known 
to shame. She was jerking back and forth, totally out of control, her body 
jerking and moving and vibrating, building toward a cresting dual orgasm. 

"She's going to come!" Izzie gasped, proud of himself, for he was certain he 
was the sole reason why Susan was on the verge of orgasm. No other woman had 
ever come with his cock in her before. In fact, Susan hadn't come the first 
time he had ass-fucked her, and so he had been surprised when she came, 
before. Now he knew she was on the verge again, and he was more surprised. 

Lying flat on his back on the bed, Harold at that point was unable to do 
anything other than simply lie there, nodding helplessly as he felt her 
vaginal muscles clamp down tightly around his rapidly swelling penis. He 
sensed the shudder of orgasm tear through her dually impaled body as her 
mouth hung open, and her tongue protruded. The helpless woman was totally 
out of her mind with desire as two orgasms shattered their way through her 
body at the same time.- 

"YYYYAAAAAIIIII YYYYEEEEEIIIII AAAAA-GGGGHHHHHH UUUUNNNNGGGGG 
HHHHH-AAAAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAA IIIIIYYYYYAAAAA GGGGHHHHUUUUNNNGGGG GGGGHHHH!" she 
shrieked. 

Izzie was startled by the loudness of her scream, but he was patting himself 
on the back, proud he was the cause of this orgasm, certain had it not been 
for him, Susan would never have known how good a climax would feel. He 
attributed it all solely to his own cock, never once thinking it was the 
dual fucking that was doing all this. Susan was a priceless woman, after 
all. Maybe, just maybe he would give her some of the money he intended 
extorting from Tom Warren, if she continued fucking like this. But then, he 
expected her to continue fucking like this no matter what. He'd have to have 
second thoughts about giving her money. After all, if he gave her too much 
money, she might run away and leave him. 

Again and again the twin phalluses pounded into Susan's body, enhancing 
sensation that much more for her, her red hair flying this way and that as 
she lay on top of Harold, her body unable to move, her ass being moved by 
Izzie's cock thrusting in and out, and as a result still lifting her cunt up 
and down on the hard stock attached to the dimwitted Harold. 

Susan's brain was wildly reeling as she heard a low animal-like growl in 
Izzie's throat as his skinny little penis continued filling her rectum. She 
was aware of the man's penis in her rectum beginning to pulsate and throb, 
expanding as it pummeled her interior again and again. She was also aware of 
Harold's penis thickening in her desperately contracting vagina, and she 
clamped even harder on it to speed his orgasm. 

"AAAAACCCCCHHHHH ... YYYYAAAA-NNNNGGGGHHHH ... HHHHHHHHNNNN- 

GGGG HHHHAAARRRRRGGGHHHH ... OOOO-NNNNGGGGHHHAAA GGGGHHHHHHH!" Izzie 
bellowed, and a white bubbling river of seminal fluid began spurting into 
her rectum as it had the other time he had sodomized her. The organ was so 
powerful, Susan was willing to swear it splashed into her colon and almost 
reached into her small intestine. 

Harold, feeling the skinny man's release, moved his cock all the more 
furiously in her cunt, pumping wildly in and out, in and out, intent on 
attaining his own satisfaction. The summit was almost there at the moment. 
He was almost out of breath. Jeez! This was going to be the best come he had 
ever known. 

"HHHHAAAAYYYYEEEE AAAAAHHHHH ... HHHHUUUU NNNNGGGG HHHHH ... GOOOOO-DDDDD 
UUUUHHHHHH ... GGGGAAAANNNN-GGG HHHHUUUNNNNN GGGGHHH!" he bellowed, firing 
blast after blast of semen into the feminine concavity between Susan's legs 
as she was forced to continue riding him by the thrusts of Izzie's cock in 
her ass. 

A moment later, she realized Izzie's cock had slipped from her rectum, and 
then she was allowed to fall to the side of the bed so that Harold's cock 
fell out of her cunt, and the oozings of both men came draining out of her, 
running down the backs of her thighs, as well as her inner thighs. Then she 
simply lay there, feeling horrible, for she was certain Tom would believe 
she might have been part of a conspiracy against him, and she wouldn't blame 
him for thinking it. 

 CHAPTER NINETEEN 

Susan lay on the bed for nearly half-an-hour, regaining her strength. 
Finally she picked herself up and went to the bathroom to wash the sperm out 
of her. 

When she re-emerged, still naked since Izzie had ripped the clothing off 
her, she saw the two men dressed and smiling. Izzie held out his coat to 
her, and though she got the feeling she would catch fleas if she put it on, 
she had no choice. 

"Smile, Susie," he told her. "Ve haff dat bastard by his balls, you'll see. 
He'll be here tomorrow undt he'll pay. Ve'll make lots uff money, undt you 
undt I can fuck for a long time." 

Before Susan was able to respond, she heard a knock at the door. Izzie went 
to it and called out, "Who is it?" 

"Police!" A voice yelled. "Open up!" 

Susan was filled with horror. Izzie was panic-stricken, but knew there was 
no other way out of the room. He looked at Harold and said, "Ve may haff to 
fight our vay out." 

He opened the door, and the sheriff and two deputies stepped into the room, 
and all three carried heavy truncheons. One look at them and it was obvious 
no one was going to pick a fight with them. 

"Susan," he said, walking over to her. "Are you all right?" 

"They raped me," she shamefully admitted. 

"It vasn't rape!" Izzie started yelling. "She vanted it as much as ve did." 

"You're a liar," Tom bellowed at him. 

"As for you, now I'll hafff those pictures shown to efferyone you know, and 
you 'll be arrested for rape, yourself. Here," he said to the sheriff. "Look 
at dese and you can see he vas raping her." 

"I'll take these for evidence," the shefiff nodded. 

"Against him, ja?" Izzie asked, pointing at Tom. 

"Against you," the sheriff told him. "Who the hell d'you think you are that 
you can come up here and take pictures of a man in bed with his own wife." 

"Vife?" Izzie gasped. "What are you talking about?" 

"If you hadn't been in such a hurry to drag me off," Susan snapped, "Tom and 
I would have told you. We took a private plane to Las Vegas on Monday, got 
married, and came back to spend our honeymoon at the cabin. In fact, we're 
going to live there from now on." 

"Honeymoon?" Izzie gasped. "Married?" 

"Right," the sheriff nodded. "Ain't no law against a man doin' it with his 
own wife. But there is a law against you takin' pictures of it, and these 
pictures are evidence enough to put you away for a long time, on top of the 
kidnapping charge, as well as the rape charge. Come on, buddy, move it!" 

The sheriff and his two deputies cuffed Izzie and Harold and hustled them 
off, leaving Tom alone with Susan. 

"Let's go home," Tom said to her. 

"Then you don't believe Izzie?" she asked. 

"I'd be a sorry excuse for a husband if I did," he told her. "Not that 
things between us have changed. I married you simply to make sure you 
wouldn't be able to walk out on me when you felt like it. You're chained to 
me, and my lifetime household slave. Is that understood?" 

"Of course," she nodded. 

"You do all the cooking, the cleaning, the sewing, the housekeeping, and you 
fuck whenever I want, suck whenever I want, and if I choose to go up the 
ass, you'll take it there, too." 

"Yes, darling," Susan nodded. "But are you sure you want me, knowing those 
two used me as they did?" 

"Does that make you less of a woman?" he asked. "Are you to blame for them 
attacking you? Damn you, woman, I still love you. But I won't give an inch 
to you, because you have a bad habit of taking advantage of anyone who does. 
From now on, you don't even get an allowance. If you want to buy something, 
anything at all, the only place where you have credit is the village stores. 
Otherwise, if you need money, you come to me. 

"Yes, darling," Susan nodded. "Just one thing, though. If I belong to you, 
then you belong to me. If I ever catch you with another woman, I'll let you 
stay with her." 

"Oh?" 

"But only after I cut off the part of you I want and take it home with me to 
keep me company on hot summer nights, and cold winter nights, for that 
matter." 

"Aha!" he nodded. 

"I may be a slave to your penis, but I'm its only slave, is that clear?" she 
asked. 

"Perfectly," he nodded, ushering her to the Imperial. 

"Good. Now tomorrow, I want curtains for the windows, rugs for...." 

"Susan." 

"Yes?" 

"Shut up! I'm the lord and master, remember?" 


 The End
