The Innocent Captive
by Rod Strong 


CHAPTER ONE 

Amanda Rose thought of herself as a somewhat unique young woman. Not that 
she considered herself especially beautiful, though she was aware she was 
far from ugly. Her uniqueness lay in the fact that she was twenty-two years 
old, and in all that time had allowed no man or woman to put amorous hands 
on her. 

The truth of the matter was, Amanda was embarrassed where sex was concerned. 
To begin with, she had auburn hair which at one time had been long and 
flowing. In the last year she'd had it cut and styled in a sort of bouffant 
manner, making her look her age. All the other students on campus had always 
thought Amanda was one of those child prodigies. Only now did everyone 
realize that Amanda was the age she professed to be. 

She had eyes that changed color, sometimes a light hazel, sometimes almost 
green. They were large, bunny eyes, creating the innocent image even more 
strongly. In this case the image had a certain validity to it, because 
Amanda was totally unaware of what it felt like to be touched, or anything 
more, for that matter. She had a straight, tiny nose, and below that, a 
full, ripe mouth with a totally captivating smile. She had small teeth, and 
this created the image that her upper gums were large, but it just wasn't 
so. Everything was set into an oval face as pallid as marble, though in the 
summer a bridge of freckles danced across her nose. 

Perhaps what fostered the illusion even more strongly in Amanda was the fact 
that she was all of four-feet-eleven-and-a-half inches in height, though she 
insisted she was five feet. The lovely lady was small-boned, with a 
swan-like throat, rounded shoulders, breasts that were neither too full nor 
too small for a female of her size, an extremely narrow waist, medium hips 
and buttocks, and nicely tapered thighs that led to slender calves and 
ankles. 

Amanda was a loner. All through high school and college she had stayed away 
from other people. She didn't like parties, especially smoking parties. She 
was vehemently opposed to any of the vices, and though she didn't consider 
sex a vice, she had never permitted herself an opportunity to indulge in it. 

She had a slight inferiority complex, certain she would never be able to 
measure up to a man's needs. It never occurred to her some man might be 
thinking the same thing that is, that he might not be capable of satisfying 
a woman. She had read quite a bit about sex, clinically that is, and there 
was more than enough of it going on in the movies. Even the R-rated movies 
were fairly graphic in their portrayal of simulated sex. She also enjoyed 
going to see foreign films which were quite open and frank where sex was 
concerned. But Amanda was too afraid to experiment. No, she wasn't afraid of 
pregnancy. She had been on the Pill for the last two years, strictly as a 
precaution. 

What Amanda didn't realize was that others saw her somewhat differently from 
the way she saw herself. To begin with, Amanda thought of herself as looking 
a little like a helpless rabbit, especially when she wrinkled her nose. The 
truth of the matter was, the closest Amanda ever came to looking like a hare 
in anyone's eyes was the thought that she was as cute as a bunny. Where she 
felt her figure was somewhat spare, everyone else looking at her thought she 
was nicely curved and rounded where a woman ought to be. She was capable of 
holding her own in political discussions, social discussions, and all kinds 
of classroom debates, but on the outside, she socialized with no one. 

At the moment she was finishing up her last year at the university, and 
though her roommate in the dorm had tried, time and time again to get Amanda 
to become socially involved, Amanda had refused. She'd had a different 
roommate each of her four years in college, and then again in her last year 
in graduate school. In fact, in graduate school, she'd had three different 
roommates. The first one hadn't been capable of continuing with graduate 
school and had dropped out at the end of the first semester. The second one 
had been openly promiscuous with boys, and the fact that Amanda was a 
serious student who insisted the dorm was a place for study and not 
frivolity had irritated said roommate no end, and finally she had switched 
with another woman who was apparently more interested in studying than she 
was interested in men. But even though Ruth, her roommate, was basically a 
creature intent on making good grades, she was a woman with a certain sex 
drive, and occasionally gratified her urges. Because she indulged on the 
outside, Amanda was unaware that Ruth was AC-DC. In spite of Ruth's constant 
urgings, Amanda refused to start dating. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

It was the night before graduation from graduate school. As far as Ruth was 
concerned, this was one helluva time for a girl not to have a date. 

Ruth was five-feet-four-inches in height, with short blonde hair that she 
combed in curls, trying to create a somewhat dainty appearance. In her case 
it was necessary, because Ruth was buxom. She wasn't fat, but she had one 
heck of a lot of meat in the right places. 

Ruth's gray eyes narrowed as she wondered where she might find some action 
at nine o'clock at night. Oh, yes, no doubt about it. She wanted action. Her 
wide nose flared at the thought of being involved with a big, juicy cock, 
but the idea seemed hopeless. She would have settled for another woman at 
this point. Hell! Studies were over, she had time to kill, and it had been 
more than a week since her last bit of action. 

She was still fully dressed, wearing a tight-fitting pink blouse with a 
matching skirt, and when Amanda walked into the room, a smile played across 
Ruth's full lips. If Amanda was all that was available, then the lovely 
red-haired girl in the green dress would have to do. Besides, Ruth liked the 
idea of getting her hands on a virgin. It meant Amanda was unused to 
anything, and she would have no preconceived ideas as to what to feel. Yes, 
Amanda would do very nicely for tonight. 

"What's on the agenda for this evening?" Ruth asked as the two of them stood 
in the middle of the tiny room. 

There was one window against the far wall, and one bed against the right 
wall, and another against the left wall. There was a desk under the window 
shared by the two females, and there was a separate chest of drawers at the 
foot of each bed. The room also had two small closets. All in all, there was 
very little room for maneuvering, and this suited Ruth perfectly. 

"I'm going to wash my hair and then call it a night," Amanda replied, 
pointing to the tiny cubicle with a toilet and a sink in it. The shower 
rooms, separate ones for men and women, were at opposite ends of the hall. 

"Hey, come on," Ruth muttered. "I think it's time you had a little fun. Here 
it is, our last night. After tomorrow, we'll probably never see each other 
again. I think we should celebrate and have something to remember, don't 
you?" 

Amanda sighed, turning her head to stare out the window into the darkened 
night. Not that she would have been able to see much during the day. The 
window was in the rear of the building, and as s result overlooked a forest 
preserve. Still, she preferred that to the scrutiny of the zaftic blonde 
woman. 

"I'd just as soon get to get," she insisted. "Ceremonies start at ten 
tomorrow, and I want to be fresh and ready." 

"Ten in the morning is thirteen hours away," Ruth insisted. "How much sleep 
do you think you're capable of getting between now and the time you have to 
leave for the exercises. I mean, you can sleep just so much, Amanda, and 
then you'll just lie around, awake. What you really need is something to 
take the edge off your nervousness. Then you'll really be able to sleep, and 
when you wake up tomorrow, you'll really feel refreshed." 

"Ruth, I don't like going out.. . . " 

"Who said anything about going out?" Ruth asked. "Honey, I'm going to let 
you in on something. You're probably the most desirable woman at the 
university, if only because no one's ever been able to put hands on you." 

"You're talking about sex without love," Amanda insisted. "That's something 
that doesn't interest me." 

"Come off it," Ruth insisted. "You're scared of it, but don't say you aren't 
interested. You're interested, all right. Sex is a way of releasing one's 
tensions. And don't hand me that crap about not wanting to get pregnant, 
'cause I've seen those pills you take." 

"I'd really rather not discuss it," Amanda insisted, her heartbeat starting 
to pick up. 

She had the feeling she might be better off getting out of the room for a 
while, at least until Ruth had cooled off. The only trouble was, Ruth had 
moved between her and the door. 

"I don't want to discuss it either," Ruth told her, draping an arm over her 
shoulder. "I want to do something about it. I want to do something really 
good about it. Hon, I'm going to teach you just how relaxing things can be 
after you've had a good orgasm." 

"Ruth I.. . " and then Amanda gasped as the blonde woman reached up and 
began massaging her firm breasts. No one, but no one had ever touched Amanda 
there before. 

"Look at the way your nipple popped out when I touched it," Ruth insisted. 
"Hell! You've been taking those pills as a precaution, just in case 
something happened. That translates into your wanting something to happen, 
subconsciously at the very least." 

"That's not true . . . " Amanda gasped. 

She was silenced as Ruth turned her toward her and kissed her solidly on the 
lips. She was so surprised, she didn't resist the tongue that probed between 
her teeth. Realizing what was happening, Amanda gripped Ruth's shoulders and 
pulled away from her. 

"Don't do that!" Amanda gasped. "That's awful! Sexual contact with another 
woman is something I want even less than I want something with a man. I told 
you, I'd like to love a man before I go to bed with him. I'm not pretending 
to be frigid. Sure I feel things, sure I have wants and needs, but I've 
never found anyone with whom I'd like.. . . " 

"That's impossible to believe," Ruth insisted. "Every man on this campus is 
hot for your body. Are you telling me you don't care for any of them?" 

"A lot of men want anything with a hole in it," Amanda shrugged, her voice 
revealing the fact that though she was aware of the sexual desire in men, 
she was also afraid of it. 

"Women are also hot for your body, Amanda," Ruth insisted. 

Amanda shrugged, pretending indifference, in spite of the fact that her 
heartbeat had speeded up incredibly, and she was panting. She kept her mouth 
clamped tightly shut, letting the air escape through her nostrils. 

"Don't you understand?" Ruth insistently continued. "After the ceremonies 
tomorrow, we'll never see one another again. Damn it all, I've had the hots 
for you ever since I moved in here with you. I can't just leave, knowing you 
were so close and I did nothing." 

"Ruth, please try to understand," Amanda insisted. "I'm just not that kind 
of girl. I don't want to make it with another woman. To me there's no 
pleasure in touching and being touched by another woman. All I want is that 
we remain friends." 

"God!" Ruth snorted. "Don't you understand? Every woman is bi-sexual. It's 
only a matter of degree. But the fact is, every woman can enjoy contact with 
a woman as well as with a man. I'm not going to lie to you and tell you a 
woman's more fun than a man. But when there's no man handy, a woman can be 
lots of fun," she insisted, and moving closer to Amanda, she forced a thigh 
between those of the lovely redheaded girl, trying to keep her legs apart. 

"No, Ruth, no!" Amanda protested in a loud voice. Not that it would do much 
good since this was an old dorm, built solidly, with plaster walls, and 
sound barely penetrated. 

Ruth's hands were suddenly working on the buttons of Amanda's green dress, 
and Amanda started pushing the hands away. But the nimble fingers eluded 
Amanda's, and in less than three seconds the dress was open to the waist. 

With the speed of a greased pig Ruth slipped her hands inside the opening, 
moving them behind the slender red-haired girl's back. Sure fingers 
unsnapped her brassiere, hoisting the garment up, revealing the firm, 
cone-shaped pink-tipped white breasts, mounds of delightful alabaster. 
Amanda realized Ruth was much stronger than she, and any struggling on her 
part would be futile. At best she would hope for a torn dress. So she stood 
there, unmoving, until Ruth tugged her over to the left bed, Ruth's bed, and 
forced her to sit. Amanda sat there rigidly, staring down at her pink, 
exposed flesh, looking at the somewhat heavy hands of the blonde woman as 
the latter fondled her pink-pointed spheres. 

"Now stop this nonsense and relax." Ruth snapped at Amanda. "The trouble 
with you, you've been brought up too conventionally. You think sex is good 
with a man you love, but not good with a man you don't love. Even so, you'd 
prefer a man you don't love to a woman who does love you. Hell! You know by 
now that I do love you, Amanda. If it feels good, it is good. That's always 
been my motto, and you know damn well what I'm doing to you feels good." 

Amanda simply sat there, feeling like a wooden mannequin, watching but not 
feeling, thinking it might as well be happening to someone other than 
herself for all the sensation she was feeling beyond the initial thrilling 
shock. 

Irritated by the lovely redhead's lack of response, Ruth intensified her 
caressing. This made Amanda's nipples swell a bit more. Ruth smiled and slid 
her hands up to grip Amanda's shoulders. She turned the slighter female 
toward her, then pulled her against her own body, rubbing her own breasts, 
still covered by her blouse, against the hot-pointed pink tips that were 
Amanda's throbbing nipples. Looking down, Ruth saw Amanda's nipples thicken 
and swell even more, turning almost blood-red. Seeing this reaction made 
Ruth laugh out loud, and she triumphantly peeled off her own blouse and 
brassiere, tossing everything on the floor near the door. 

Amanda stared at the bared breasts of the other woman. She saw the huge 
light-pink, almost nonexistent areolae and bulls-eye nipples pop into view. 
In another moment, the two nipples belonging to Ruth were being held up by 
Ruth's hands, and they were being pressed and rubbed against her own, and 
then she saw nothing more as Ruth tilted her head up and their mouths were 
once more sutured together. At almost the same instant she felt a hand slide 
under her skirt. It slid up along the delicate inner flesh of her bare 
thigh. 

"Uuuuummmmphhhhh! No! You mustn't . . . you mustn't.. . " the lovely redhead 
insisted, pulling her face back enough so that the words coming out of her 
mouth were understandable. But a moment later her voice was once again 
muffled by Ruth's lips and tongue, invading her own mouth like an 
overpowering, military force. "Ru'. . . s'op . . . don'. . . wanna---" 

"Who the hell do you think you're kidding?" Ruth taunted, her breath having 
been sweetened by Clorets just before Amanda had walked in. "You damn well 
know you want to. You're just too scared to let go!" 

The heavier woman's breasts were moving vibrantly and sensuously over the 
smaller, firmer up-thrust mammaries belonging to Amanda, and for the first 
time in her life, the lovely redhead became aware of a strange, different 
kind of tingle permeating her body. It was definitely the result of this 
contact. Combined with the passionate assault on her mouth, Amanda realized 
the mamarial attack was leaving her breathless. 

Then the hand on her thigh suddenly slid under the elastic leg band on her 
panties, snapping her back to reality. 

"Ruth!" she all but shrieked, pulling her face away. "What are you trying to 
do?" 

"Honey, all I'm doing is showing you what you've been missing for the last 
five years. I'm going to teach you how it feels to enjoy." 

"Uuuuummmmphhhh . . . no . . . don't.. . hhhmm-mmm phh hhhh!" Amanda gasped 
as Ruth fervently kissed her mouth. I'm not a lesbian! Oh, God! I've never 
been one. I know I'm not. I've never had anything to do with men, but that 
doesn't mean I want something to do with women. I don't want this! 

The sexy buxom blonde's exploring fingers had snaked into the soft, warm 
pelt that sparsely covered Amanda's pubic mound. Amanda felt the fingers 
seemingly glide across her pubis as if counting the hairs one by one. The 
fingers dipped into the crevice, touching the pouting outer labia at the 
same time, and then slid tantalizingly between her inner lips before probing 
at the secret chasm they covered. 

"Ohhhhh . . . yesssss . . . " the lovely blonde hissed. "The cunt! The hot, 
tight, wet cunt, so sweet and tasty!" Her finger slipped in and out of the 
oily recess. 

The knowing stroking continued, the finger rubbing back and forth, and 
Amanda felt a mounting wetness as her vaginal glands began to automatically 
respond with a flow of lubrication. Amanda had never felt this slippery kind 
of ooze coming from within her, before. Her sense of reality was starting to 
fade and she was almost beyond the point of objecting. Something at the back 
of her mind insisted she try at least one more time to escape from this 
perversion. 

She made a final effort. Tugging her lips free from the voraciously sucking 
mouth of the other woman, she gasped out, "Ruth, for the love of heaven, 
don't do this!" 

"Why not?" Ruth insisted. "Stop acting so prissily. You know damn well you 
like what you're feeling. You want more of it. I can feel your cunt getting 
wetter and wetter, begging for more of my fingers. Hell! I'll bet your pussy 
would love to feel my mouth glued to it, or even asking for my own pussylips 
to kiss it. I'll bet you'd love feeling my hairy lower lips massaging yours. 
You'll go ape when we rub clitorises against each other." 

"You're mad!" Amanda gasped. 

"Mad enough to fuck the both of us into oblivion until tomorrow," Ruth 
insisted. 

Amanda shivered, wincing at each word. It wasn't that she was one of those 
prim, prudish girls who had never heard such words. like any modern college 
girl she heard them daily. But to have them used this way; to hear them 
uttered by another woman whose mouth was pressed heatedly against hers, and 
to understand they applied to something about to happen to her was terribly 
disturbing. 

"No-no-no-no-no. . . . " was all she was able to manage before Ruth kissed 
her again. When Ruth's mouth lifted from hers, she said, "This is wrong, 
Ruth, we souldn't be doing this." 

"You sound like someone from the Victorian Age when women wore dresses down 
to the ground and a glimpse of ankle was shocking," Ruth taunted. "Making 
love and having sex isn't wrong. Smoking is wrong. Drinking is wrong. Taking 
drugs, killing, stealing . . . all these things are wrong. But fucking? 
Fucking is right. Fucking is good. Didn't we just agree that if something 
feels good it is good?" 

Amanda didn't recall making any such agreement. But at the moment her head 
felt as if it were filled with feathers. Any protest she might voice would 
be overridden by the stronger woman. 

The finger inside her virginal tunnel was trying to shove its way a bit 
deeper now. She felt it pushing between sensitive inner walls in a channel 
that had heretofore been unentered. 

"You have no cherry," Ruth snorted. "If you're as pristine as you've been 
leading us to believe, how come there's no cherry?" 

"I use tampons," Amanda gasped. "The first one broke my hymen." 

"Yeah, that figures," Ruth nodded, accepting the explanation. 

She pushed her fingers even more deeply into Amanda's vagina, and the palm 
of the blonde woman was pressing against the sparsely furred outer lips of 
Amanda's cunt, the heel rubbing up and down against a clitoris that had 
never before been titillated. 

"You have a divine pussy," Ruth insisted, her breath washing hotly against 
the lovely redhead's neck. "So tight, so hot, so filled with the sticky 
juices of love." 

There was pleasure now, much as Amanda resented what was being done to her, 
she was unable to deny the responses of her body to the expert caressing 
that was taking place. Her thighs were spread as far apart as possible, and 
she was aware she was pushing upward against invading fingers. Without 
wanting to, she found herself churning her buttocks, and a moan escaped from 
between her lips, making her aware of the need inside her. 

"Admit it," Ruth insisted, demanded in fact, a sly smile crossing her lips. 
"It feels good doesn't it?" 

"Yes, but.. . . " 

"Ann, and, and, no buts," Ruth insisted, making Amanda lie back on the bed, 
skillfully pulling off her dress and brassiere as she did so. "God! You have 
such nice tits!" 

"Please!" Amanda gasped. 

"Honey, relax, take it easy. Don't blush when you hear someone compliment 
you, especially if it's the truth. These jugs of yours are a prime asset. 
Instead of being ashamed of them, capitalize on them, make use of them. Men 
and women both love white tits with pink areolae like yours. They like to 
feel the white mounds of flesh and the love sucking the pink nipples. You're 
lucky you have me for a friend, Amanda. I'm going to teach you how to make 
other people pay for the privilege of enjoying you. Not with cash. Hell! 
You're no whore! Besides, money can be spent, and then it's gone. No, I'll 
teach you to make men pay with favors and influence. But the time has come 
for me to get in on the action a little." 

The thick, mouthy oral lips pressed themselves against the coolness of 
Amanda's breasts, feeling burning hot. The lips were like hungry little 
animals suddenly discovering the most delectable fruit they had ever come 
across. The were moist, hot, knowing, and the tantalizing tongue behind them 
added to the fantastic sensation. 

Amanda moaned, her eyes following the gray-eyed gaze of the other woman to 
her breasts. 

"You like that, don't you, Amanda," Ruth said. 

"Y-yes," Amanda admitted, ashamed to do so. "I've never let anyone do it 
before, not any of the men or boys who wanted to." 

The blonde woman almost laughed out loud. "Men or boys! Honey, what the hell 
do they know about sucking tit? Do they have tits? Believe me, it takes a 
woman to understand precisely what it is another woman is feeling." 

Amanda thought about that without knowing why, and all the while the blonde 
woman's heavy fingers continued teasing her breasts, pushing them together, 
rubbing them arousingly against one another while the lips and tongue sucked 
and licked the nipples in turn, making them swell into rosy, throbbing 
points. What bothered Amanda was that Ruth seemed to be making sense, 
because her body was throbbing with stimulation, stimulation she had never 
felt before. 

Was there even the barest possibility that she was a lesbian? It was 
patently obvious, at least to Amanda, that Ruth was definitely what the men 
termed a dyke. But Amanda had always taken it for granted that she never 
wanted anything to do with a woman in this respect. Now Amanda began to 
wonder if it was possible that deep down she was a lesbian, and this was the 
reason why she had never wanted to have sex with men. Suddenly it became 
vitally important for her to find out. She had to know for sure. 

Shutting her mind firmly against the voice at the back of her brain that was 
continually warning her against something like this, she allowed her own 
hands to slide in front of her and fill themselves with the weight of Ruth's 
breasts. 

"How firm they are," Amanda said out loud. "Odd!" 

Ruth, who had been lightly kissing Amanda's shoulders, lifted her head and 
looked Amanda in the eye, asking, "Why is it odd that my breasts are firm?" 

"Well, they're so large, so full," Amanda replied. "I would think that 
breasts this large would hang." 

Ruth winked at her, then leaned down and filled her mouth with Amanda's 
breast. She sucked for a moment, then pulled her lips back, nibbling on the 
nipples before she said, "I've been into all kinds of exercise all my life. 
Hate it like hell, but I know if I ever stop doing it, I'll get fat. As long 
as I want the ladies and the gentlemen to enjoy this body of mine, I have to 
make the sacrifice and exercise. Sometimes what we want to do has to take a 
back seat to what we have to do." 

Amanda simply nodded, aware of the firmness, yet of the softness of the two 
gigantic mammaries attached to Ruth's shapely body. She stared at the firm 
mountains of flesh and wondered what it would be like to suck on them, 
curious how it would feel to have a nipple in her mouth. She felt herself 
caught up as if in a dream, reaching out, rubbing a palm against the nearest 
flat, quarter-sized nipple. Her fingers curled around the thrust of the 
massive globe, her palm massaging, making the other woman grunt with 
pleasure. 

This was all so strange and different to her. It never once occurred to her 
that she would be having her initial sexual encounter with a woman. 
Certainly when Ruth had first joined her in the semi-private room in the 
dorm, she would never have believed anything like this was possible. Had 
there been the least little inkling of something like this happening, Amanda 
probably would have run screaming into the night. Yet here she was, 
half-naked, the other woman half-naked as well, her mouth slowly but surely 
moving toward the breasts that looked to be as large as the Grand Tetons. 

Then her lips were pressing softly against one of the spongy spheres and 
tasting the female flesh as her nostrils inhaled the dab of perfume Ruth 
always placed between her mammaries. There was a saltiness to it, revealing 
Ruth had been perspiring a little, anxious in order to make Amanda respond. 
Amanda's tongue licked dreamily down one creamy slope, washing over the 
circle of almost colorless areola, finally coming to the nipple, itself. She 
tongued it to life. She was surprised at how rapidly it swelled beneath the 
pressure of her lips, and she pulled the nubbin into her mouth, sucking on 
it instinctively, as she must have done at her mother's breast when she had 
been a baby. The blonde woman moaned and groaned, drawing her breath in 
sharply as the redhead's mouth tightened on the tender flesh and sucked 
firmly. 

Stroking her free hand down Amanda's slender back, the blonde allowed her 
fingers to ease under the elastic waistband of the lovely red-haired woman's 
panties in order to stroke the firmness of her rounded young ass-cheeks. 
Fingers kneaded and explored, touching the crevices and joints where 
Amanda's thighs were joined to her body, moving around to the front in order 
to assist her other hand as it continued its consistent attack on the 
sparsely furred mound of love. Ruth's palm pushed against the thickness of 
Amanda's pouting labia while fingers sank tan-talizingly deep into the 
lubricious tunnel beyond. 

"You have such a nice, tight, pretty pussy," Ruth remarked. "Even the hair 
around it is so soft, so silky, so delicate. I've noticed it in the shower 
room. Haven't you ever noticed how often I go to the showers when you're 
there? Just the sight of that fuzz-covered cunt of yours always got me hot 
and bothered. The idea that you might be secretly allowing some man to 
plunder it without giving any of it to me used to make me seethe." 

"You didn't have a thing to worry about," Amanda sighed, suddenly surprised 
at how lust-filled her own voice had become, a huskiness in it she had never 
heard before. "I didn't let anyone touch me . . . until now!" 

"Yes, until now!" Ruth reaffirmed. "I'm the first, I'm the one who has you." 

The blonde woman's laugh was lascivious as two fingers were now plunging 
deeper and deeper into Amanda's never-before-probed vagina. The thrusting 
fingers pushed in a little harder, and little deeper, starting new kinds of 
fires in Amanda, fires the would consume her if they weren't quickly 
quenched. 

Without realizing precisely how she had suddenly moved, Amanda found herself 
lying flat on her back with Ruth spread out on top of her. The contact of 
belly and thighs was maddening. Without wanting to, she put her arms around 
the blonde woman, slipping her hands under the skirt waistband, and the 
panties beneath. She pushed them down over the widely flaring hips of the 
lovely blonde, shoving them just below Ruth's knees. Somehow Ruth managed to 
kick free of the entire tangle and press herself even closer, molding her 
firm but rounded belly against the completely flat stomach of the tiny 
redhead. The blonde forest between Ruth's solidly tubular thighs rubbed 
against the soft red fuzz between Amanda's loins, all but shocking the 
lovely girl, fascinating her. She shut her eyes as the blonde woman's mouth 
locked firmly on hers and a hot tongue once again invaded her mouth, this 
time conquering it in a sizzling, soul-stirring kiss. 

Still holding the lovely girl's lips captive, Ruth reached down with her 
hands, wildly tearing at her panties, dragging the wispy nylon down the 
smooth-flanked legs, baring the meager hairs of auburn and the 
long-glistening pink slit they topped. Breaking the kiss rather suddenly, 
she sat back to examine her prize. Parting the plump labia with her thumbs, 
she licked her lips licentiously, staring at the pink-petaled glory that was 
Amanda's vagina. 

Doubts began pouring through Amanda's mind as she realized at this moment 
how totally naked and vulnerable she had become before the wildly continuing 
onslaught of Ruth's practiced and determined hands. She was helpless against 
the woman's lips, powerless against the rampaging split between Ruth's 
thighs. This was wrong.. . wasn't it? Masking love to another woman seemed 
so unnatural, so totally evil. How was it possible for her to be sprawled 
here on the floor, naked and shameless while another woman's hungry mouth 
and expert fingers did dissolute and degrading things to her? 

Amanda would have been shocked had not a thought suddenly crossed her mind 
at that moment. It dispelled her fears because the idea seemed so amusing. 
Her parents were now divorced, but her father had always thought of her as 
his special little baby whom no man would touch before the right time. Well, 
no man was touching her, but her father would be shocked out of his senses 
were he to see his shy, helpless young daughter suddenly involved in a 
sordid relationship with another woman. The mere idea turned her totally 
wanton for the moment, causing her to arch upward and surge against the more 
voluptuous body moving to take total control of her. 

The feel of the blonde's thick-thatched pussy pressing against the 
sparseness between her own slender thighs caused Amanda to gasp out loud, 
"My God! You're so wet down there!" 

"So are you," Ruth replied. "But my wetness is all for you, honey, just as 
your wetness is for me," and lowering her head, Ruth began tonguing the pink 
tips of Amanda's firm breasts, while at the same time she continued rubbing 
her steaming crevice against the lovely girl's tight young pussy. 

Amanda moaned and stroked her hands down the soft, supple white back of the 
blonde, asking, "Have you done this with many girls?" 

"Lots and lots of girls," Ruth admitted unashamedly. "Sometimes I've done it 
with two other girls at the same time. Once it was even with more than two." 

Amanda's staring eyes opened wide, making her look that much more innocent. 
"Two girls at once? More than two? Is it possible?" 

Possible and factual," Ruth replied. "I can't even remember how many women 
we had that one night. But I can tell you right now, it was an orgy with 
only females present." She undulated her vaginal labia so that they split 
wide open and proceeded to engulf and totally encompass the pouting vaginal 
lips of her roommate. "We were like animals, grinding our cunts against each 
others' pussies, faces and breasts. I handled four women at once, one 
rubbing her cunt against mine while she was sitting on top of me, two others 
sitting on me, one on each tit, forcing my nipples into their cunts, and a 
fourth sitting on my face, letting me suck her." 

"I can't believe it!" Amanda gasped. 

"You'll believe it when something like that happens to you." Ruth assured 
her. "Hell! The only thing more pleasurable than making love to a lot of 
women is making love with a lot of men. Once you begin becoming accustomed 
to cock, you fall in love with it, and you take it into every orifice in 
your body. Hell! I've even had men fucking me in both my ears while I sucked 
on a third cock. 

"Please!" Amanda gasped. "Don't talk to me about things like that. I don't 
want to hear about it! You have me on fire, burning up, in need of love. Now 
either make love to me, or let's forget this whole sordid business." 

There was a film of perspiration on Amanda's lovely brow, and it extended to 
cover her full breasts and slender thighs though she was barely aware of it. 
Her body began wriggling and turning, twisting and churning as Ruth's 
thick-lipped vagina rotated noisily, suckingly against her own, smearing its 
hot stickiness all over her pubic flesh. Amanda smelled the arousing scent 
of oils oozing from the cunt of the other woman, mingling with her own. Her 
keen nostrils were even able to detect the subtle differences in their 
aromas. The oils mingling on their vaginas was soaking right through her 
pubic curls, making them form clusters of damp ringlets all over her pelvis. 

Ruth's entire body, from her oversized mammaries to the sleekness of her 
powerful white thighs, weighed heavily on Amanda, but Amanda found herself 
endowed with a strength she had never previously known herself to possess, 
and the pressure was unnoticeable, lost when compared to the weight of 
feeling in the burning, lusting glade that was striving to hungrily devour 
her swollen vagina. 

She gasped, suddenly aware of a strange pressure, and it occurred to her she 
was feeling Ruth's clitoris much larger and thicker than her own touching 
hers, teasing and jolting it into response. The tension in her groin was 
tightening like a winding watch coil . . . a coil that was tautly stretched. 

"Hunnnnhhhh! Hunnnnnnnnh! Huuuunnnhhh!" Amanda gasped. 

Ruth's tongue suddenly seemed to slice right into her mouth, silencing her. 
Ruth's hands firmly gripped the fullness of her breasts, having moved up 
from her cunt. They squeezed and fondled until the two hills of flesh felt 
as if fires had been lit within, the heat radiating to every other part of 
her body. 

Another fire was raging inside her. This one was in the wet depths of her 
dripping vagina, and a flooding quantity of sexual juices were pouring out 
of her. The scent of the strongly pungent secretions aroused Amanda all the 
more. The redheaded girl arched her slender back to increase the contact of 
the delightful vaginal caress, feeling her secretions continuing to blend 
with those of the blonde woman as their cuntlips seemed to become glued 
together in scortching mindless passion. She was aflame with wanton desire. 

Her hands ran down Ruth's back, fingers lingering on the sturdy white flesh 
and gripping the swollen, meaty buttocks to urge the woman into more and 
more vigorous efforts. Amanda didn't know why she was responding this way. 
She did know she was unable to help herself, and that she seemingly had no 
choice. 

The tingling taking place inside her body let her know she was starting to 
build to new heights. All this frenetic churning was creating some definite 
positive results within her, and she wondered if she would achieve an 
initial orgasm this way. But things didn't quite happen that way. It was 
Ruth who stiffened and shuddered, her body jerking up and down, shuddering, 
clutching the beautf ul redhead in a vice-like grip as she spasmed, reaching 
a roaring climax. 

"AAAAAAY YYYYYA AANNNN GGGGGH HHHAAA AARRRR GGGHHH HHUUUU NNN-GGH HHHHHA 
AAAAWW WWNNNN NNNNNGGGGGHH HHHYYY YYAAAA NNNGGG GGH-HH!" Ruth bellowed. 

Limp, exhausted, out of breath, the heavier woman rolled off Amanda. The 
redhead lay there, also out of breath for the moment, but more because of 
Ruth's weight on top of her than anything else. She lay on her back with a 
knot of unfulfilled passion lying like a lump of lead in her belly, dully 
staring at the ceiling. As far as she was concerned, lesbian love left quite 
a bit to be desired. Though Ruth had managed to fulfill herself, she, 
Amanda, remained tense and nervous. 

"Hey, you didn't come, did you!" Ruth said. 

It was a statement, not a question. Even so, it required an answer. 

"No," Amanda replied somewhat listlessly. "I guess it proves that lesbian 
love is not something meant for me." 

Ruth smiled at her, then lifted herself up on one elbow and stared at the 
redheaded girl lying beside her. After a while, she began softy laughing and 
shaking her head as she said, "All it proves is that it takes a little 
longer for you to come than for me. Hell! The reasons for that are manifold. 
To begin with, orgasm is something a woman has to learn. It doesn't come as 
naturally to her as it does to a man. But once she does learn, it's 
something she'll enjoy for the rest of her life. You simply haven't learned 
how to climax yet. Very probably you have a little genie hiding in the back 
of your mind telling you how wrong all this is, and this, more than anything 
else is the cause for your not learning to come. Once you stop feeling pangs 
of conscience and commit yourself to really enjoying sex, you won't have any 
trouble." 

"How much more can I commit myself to sex?" Amanda asked. "I mean, you said 
something about there being nothing better than a penis. Should I go out and 
find one and experiment?" 

"Don't be ridiculous," Ruth replied. "Though you will probably find 
climaxing easier with a penis inside you, the important thing is to learn to 
climax without a good cock. If you can do that, then you'll come like a shot 
any time a man's prick invades your cunt. What you have to do is open your 
mind to sex completely. You have to commit yourself to performing sexual 
deeds. You'll find that climaxing often results in the doing as well as 
being done to." 

"Just what are you suggesting now?" Amanda asked, inwardly almost desperate 
to come, wanting to discover the glories of orgasm. 

She watched as the blonde lay back down, spreading her tantalizingly white 
thighs, displaying her blonde-bearded mound. 

"Sex is more than fucking and being fucked." Ruth explained. "It requires 
the use of the five senses. You have to do more than merely look and sniff. 
You have to feel, you have to hear, and most important of all, you have to 
taste." 

"You want me to taste you?" Amanda asked. 

"What I want at this juncture is unimportant," Ruth insisted. "It's what you 
want that counts." 

"I want to come," Amanda insisted, surprised at her own frankness. But then, 
she had always been honest with herself. There was nothing wrong with her 
being honest with someone else. She did want to come. 

"Well then, the important thing for you is to get yourself heated to the 
point where, when you have your cunt touched, kissed, or even fucked, you 
come like a shot. To do that, you have to give of yourself. Since I'm the 
only other person here, all I'm suggesting is that you go down on me." 

"Go down?" 

"Rub my cunt with your mouth. Use your tongue to slick my split. Make the 
clitoris rigid, then suck it between your lips. Keep doing it until you feel 
my juices splash into your own mouth. By the time you're swallowing pussy 
oil, you'll know if your body is ready for action, and if it is, then I'll 
do the same thing for you, and I guarantee, you'll come, honey, you'll 
come." 

With her legs still spread, the blonde woman undulated her belly and the 
gleaming tea-rose gash at its base seemed to dilate and contract, pulsing 
obscenely. Amanda stared at it as if hypnotized, looking at a drop of 
transparent fluid rolling slowly down the length of one plump, blood-bloated 
labius. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Ruth laughed and lifted her bottom off the mattress in order to allow Amanda 
an unimpeded view of the pinkish-red cavern at the lower end of her 
gelatinous furrow. The fanning movement of uplifted knees caused the wanton 
scent of woman-in-heat to drift directly toward Amanda, and the redhead felt 
a strange weakness fill her as an even stranger compulsion to obey Ruth 
flickered in her brain. 

Watching the expression on the lovely girl's charming face, Ruth decided to 
take full advantage of the confusion and indecision her countenance 
reflected. She said, "You're going to do it, aren't you, Amanda! You're 
going to take this first step in order to commit yourself to the discovery 
of total physical delight. You're going to complete this experiment if only 
to find out if I'm speaking the truth." 

In a mesmeric trance she seemed unable to break, Amanda nodded and moved so 
that she was between the firm white pillars of the somewhat more rounded 
female. She stared in wonderment at the wide-open vagina, at the whiteness 
of the pouting out lips, discernible in spite of the lush growth of blonde 
hair. There were the two ribbons of inner labia, so richly pink, pulled 
slightly apart by the spread of Ruth's thighs. At the base of the pink inner 
lips was that mysterious womanly cavern, that notorious fount of femininity. 

Droplets of oil clung to the glistening blonde hairs, and Amanda felt her 
face flush as she stared at them. She wondered if she was looking at her own 
oils or Ruth's. When her mouth touched that nest of hair, would she be 
tasting her own secretions, or those of the other woman? Probably a mixture 
of both! She was unable to decide whether that attracted or repulsed her. 
Perspiration formed on her upper lip and she licked at it without being 
aware of it as she bent toward the cleft. 

Deep down, Amanda wondered why she was about to do this. Did she really want 
to perform this perversion? Still, she had to find out for herself, once and 
for all, if she was capable of enjoying lesbianism as much as Ruth claimed 
she would. 

"Come on," Ruth urged. "Straight up my thighs, and you'll find your reward 
in the hot swamp between them." 

Squirming her buttocks forward, the blonde woman draped both legs over 
Amanda's shoulders, as if letting her know she was imprisoned and unable to 
do anything else. She offered the fleshy insides of her thighs for Amanda's 
adoration. 

Amanda's lips and tongue began kissing and licking, inching their way up the 
velvety skin of the inner thighs, her nostrils filled with the dizzying 
aroma rising from the woman's steaming genitals. As the liquescent cove at 
which she was staring seemingly became hotter in anticipation of the 
approaching lips, so did the pungent aroma become more powerful and a 
trickle of honeyed juices began oozing down the narrow strip of flesh 
between vagina and ass. 

The limbs circling Amanda's neck tightened as a signal for her to continue 
moving closer. Obeying without a thought, the lovely redhead slid her palms 
under the plump ass-cheeks of the other woman, tilting the pelvis and 
lifting the palpitating cavity up to her lips. 

"Thatta girl!" Ruth encourage. "I'll bet you're a natural pussy eater. Go 
down on it, honey!" 

The words meant nothing to Amanda at this point. Her mouth settled on the 
engorged labia hidden in the thickness of the mossy blonde brush. 

"I can come two dozen times once I get started," Ruth announced. "And honey, 
you've got me started." Her legs tightened even more. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

It had been the strangest night of Amanda's young life. She ought to have 
detested it, but she didn't. No, she never did come not really. Ruth hadn't 
gone down on her, at all. She had made Ruth climax eight times in all, the 
last seven with her mouth pasted to Ruth's vagina. Doing it, had, for some 
reason, made her feel a perverse sense of satisfaction, though she knew she 
would never willingly do such a thing again. 

The one thing that did happen to Amanda was a continuing flow of vaginal oil 
coming from within each time she lay down. She had to sleep with a sanitary 
napkin in order to keep herself from dripping all over the bed she slept in. 
This was the bed at home, home being a small town in rural Pennsylvania. She 
lived in an apartment with her mother, a woman as tiny as herself, and whom 
she resembled a great deal. Her mother was divorced now, but from time to 
time she ran to the hospital when Amanda's father "fell off the wagon" and 
was put in the alcoholics ward. 

But Amanda soon realized she didn't want to go on living with her mother. 
She wanted privacy, total privacy, and it soon became evident to her that 
her need for privacy was based on the hope of being with a man and finding 
out if it was any better than being with Ruth. She hoped so. Otherwise, she 
would discover that she was not homosexual, but not heterosexual. That would 
leave neuter, and somehow Amanda didn't feel she was a neuter. 

In the middle of July, Amanda told her mother of her desire to have her own 
apartment, and her mother acquiesced. After all, Amanda was twenty-two years 
old and perfectly capable of making her own decision. Besides, Amanda's 
mother was starting to date other men and wanted privacy of her own. Un-like 
Amanda, her mother was fully knowledgeable where sex was concerned, and she 
enjoyed a small fling now and again. 

So Amanda got her own apartment, but as soon as she was moved in, she 
realized she was still reluctant to either initiate anything between herself 
and some male, or even appear eager should some male approach her. 

Amanda was signed up to be a teacher at the local elementary school in the 
fall. But it was mid-summer, and having saved money from the odd jobs she 
had done while in school, she had enough to carry her through until 
September, if she was somewhat frugal. So she took to spending her days on 
the beach. Because she was so fair-skinned, she brought a large beach 
umbrella, so that the sun never played on her for any length of time. As a 
result, she not only avoided sunburn, but managed to keep her skin as white 
as ever while sitting around all day in a skimpy bikini. It was the blue 
bikini which made all the male beachgoers aware of the fact that for such a 
tiny girl she was exceedingly well-endowed. 

It also brought her to the attention of Ambrose Wallace. Ambrose Wallace was 
a well-to-do ne'er-do-well. He was what once would have been described as a 
man-about-town, which meant a man with enough money so that he didn't have 
to do anything to make a living. Ambrose Wallace fitted into that category 
perfectly. 

When he was twenty-one, Ambrose Wallace inherited a fortune from his 
grandfather. The man, for some reason, had hated Ambrose's father his own 
son and Ambrose assumed it was because his father had married his mother, 
someone socially unacceptable to the oldest Wallace. 

Ambrose himself had never gotten along too well with his parents. His father 
was a hard worker and wanted Ambrose to be the same. When the boy had 
refused, the father had tossed him out of the house and Ambrose had run to 
grandpa who had taken him in. It had tickled the old man to see his grandson 
becoming a rakehell. He had died when Ambrose had been seventeen, and a 
trust fund had seen to Ambrose's comfort until the youth had come of age. 
Then the entire fortune had been put at Ambrose's disposal. 

Oddly enough, Ambrose was not quite as dense as his father had believed, and 
as a result, the youth had managed to make some good investments and each 
year increased the size of the fortune left him. He moved to Pennsylvania, 
to a coastal city, and there, not too far from the beach, built his own 
private mansion. For though Ambrose was intelligent, he was still a 
rakehell. There had been times when he had thrown wild orgies, enjoying 
countless women at once. But he finally tired of all that, especially since 
the men who came to his parties did so merely because they liked what he had 
to offer, and not because they liked him. The women came hoping for 
expensive presents, and in the beginning he hadn't disappointed them. But it 
finally dawned on Ambrose that no one liked him for himself. So he decided 
it would be more fun to enjoy the women one by one, holding out some kind of 
expensive "carrot" to entice them to his mansion, and there, he would enjoy 
abusing them sexually until he tired of them. Then he would offer them 
enough money to make sure they'd keep their mouths shut, and turn them 
loose. He was smart enough to make certain the money didn't come to them all 
at once. Rather he sent them so much a month for a certain period of time, 
and by the end of that time, they had been disassociated from him long 
enough so that they would have no legal leg to stand on if they tried taking 
him to court, claiming abuse. 

Ambrose was now thirty-four years old. He wasn't too tall, about 
five-feet-seven-inches, with sandy brown hair, a pleasant-enough face, and a 
firm body. He'd found it necessary to train himself in a martial arts school 
to protect himself from the women when they became overly angry at the way 
he abused them. Some of them became extremely violent, attacking him with 
fireplace pokers and the like. He enjoyed the violence, because it gave him 
an opportunity to handle the women with a certain amount of vehemence. When 
a woman didn't struggle, he found it no fun. Not that it deterred him from 
having his way. But when they didn't fight him off, he didn't try to hurt 
them, either. 

More than one woman came back, begging for more. Certain they were merely 
after more money, Ambrose had pointedly ignored them, always looking for a 
fresh woman. What he was really looking for was a woman, just one, who would 
love him for himself, and with whom he'd be able to share his life. But 
those women whom he found possibly fitting into that category were never 
intrigued enough by him to visit his mansion in the first place. 

Then he saw Amanda. 

She was lying on the beach, beneath her umbrella, as always, and Ambrose, 
who almost never awoke before ten in the morning, had been up early that day 
to see someone about a real estate investment. Back home now, he took out 
his telescope, the one he had ostensibly purchased to do some star-gazing, 
and he let it wander along the beach, looking at the sexy bodies of the 
various women, all of them with boy friends. All but one! All but the little 
carrot-topped girl in the blue bikini with the nice breasts and the curvy 
body. She was alone and stayed alone. 

Though he let his telescope move back and forth, Ambrose continually 
returned it to where Amanda lay sprawled in the shade of the beach umbrella. 
She had brought some books with her, and she read them with her back propped 
against the umbrella pole. She was an avid reader, and from what Ambrose was 
able to determine, because his telescope was high-powered, she read 
classics, the great philosophers, and occasionally, corny romantic fiction. 

For almost a week Ambrose got up early and watched through his telescope, 
noting Amanda came every morning, stayed for six hours, then left. Men often 
stopped to talk to her, but from the way she shook her head, it was obvious 
she was declining one invitation after the other. Odd! Here was an 
intelligent, beautiful female, and in Ambrose's eyes Amanda looked more 
beautiful every day. She was obviously a romantic, and yet wanted nothing to 
do with men who continually stopped by and tried dating her. Was it possible 
she had a boyfriend out of town and she was waiting for him to return? 

Ambrose decided to do a little research, and he called an investigation 
agency he used for various and sundry reasons, and when they sent a man 
over, he pointed to Amanda through his telescope and said, "Her! Find out 
what you can, as quickly as you can." 

Two days, and five hundred dollars, later, Ambrose knew that Amanda's last 
name was Rose. It amused him. Amanda Rose Ambrose, almost twin-sounds. If he 
were superstitious, he might think there was some kind of omen in that. But 
no, he was not superstitious. He was practical. 

Amanda Rose had no boyfriends. She had just finished graduate school, she 
was going to become a teacher in the fall. No, she had no record of former 
boyfriends either. From her last roommate it was learned Amanda Rose was in 
all probability still a virgin, though the roommate was able to reliably 
report that Amanda had no hymen since she used tampons. She was shy and 
stayed to herself. 

Ambrose smiled to himself. A virgin? Was it possible in this day and age 
that a twenty-two-year-old virgin still existed? Hmmm? Well now, this would 
really be something. Ambrose had never known a virgin, and the idea of 
finding a female totally ignorant when it came to sex was absolutely 
delightful. 

There were so many different ways to corrupt her. Why, she might be of 
interest for as much as a month, perhaps six weeks. He had known only one 
girl who had interested him for two months. She had been an oriental orphan 
who had worked in a Vietnamese whorehouse from the time she was nine. When 
Ambrose had met her, she was nineteen, had been in the states for ten years, 
and had been used by various businessmen to help further certain deals. But 
at nineteen she was too old for certain depraved businessmen who liked 
playing with young girls, and so she had been given a few thousand dollars 
and turned loose. Ambrose had met her a few weeks later, and he had spirited 
her away to his mansion where he had practiced all kinds of sexual art forms 
on her, only to discover she had known more than he. So he had kept her with 
him for two months. He might have kept her longer, but a business 
acquaintance of his met her and flipped over her, and so Ambrose and "given" 
her to him in exchange for what would eventually be a deal that would net 
Ambrose close to a million dollars. The girl, in the meanwhile, was being 
treated like a princess, and would someday in the future retire with a 
fortune of her own. 

Ah, but here was the perfect kind of amusement to replace the oriental girl. 
A virgin! Yes indeed! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Good afternoon, allow me to introduce myself," the muscular man said to 
Amanda as she sat on her beach blanket under her umbrella, reading the 
latest concoction of interpretations concerning Freud and Jung. "My name is 
Ambrose Wallace, and I live in that dreary-looking edifice you see in the 
distance." 

"So?" Amanda asked, appraising him at a glance as being not very interesting 
or appealing. He was wearing green Bermuda shorts, a multi-colored 
short-sleeved shirt, and tan sandals. His forearms were like Popeye's, and 
he had powerful calves. He was almost squat-looking because he was so short. 
Well, he wasn't that short. He was taller than her own father had been 

still was, for all she knew. She hadn't seen him in years. 

Ambrose hadn't known what to expect when introducing himself to the girl but 
he had decided to be prepared for any kind of reaction. He smiled, and said, 
"I understand you'll be taking up teaching at our elementary school in the 
fall." 

"You own it?" she asked sardonically, not curious how he knew about her. 

Amanda didn't know why, but the sight of this man rubbed her the wrong way. 
She had never been this curt with another human being in her life. But there 
was something disturbing about him. 

"Not exactly," he told her. "But I'm one of those financiers who helps keep 
the place running with a friendly donation now and then," he explained. "As 
a matter-of-fact, I've been thinking of making a sizable donation to help 
enlarge the English department." 

"Well, I'm going to be an elementary teacher," Amanda told him, "which means 
I'll be teaching all different subjects." 

"Yes, I know," he nodded. "However, with schools getting smaller because of 
the reduced quantity of students, they're thinking of combining elementary 
and intermediate schools again, and I was wondering if you might consider it 
not too far fetched, sometime in the future, to join the English 
department." 

'That was always my major," Amanda admitted. 

"Yes, well I was wondering if you were qualified to eventually head the 
English department," he shrugged. 

"If this is a line, it's certainly a novel one," Amanda admitted. "I've 
never been approached this way before." 

"I'm quite serious, Miss Rose," he told her. "You see, I'll also be on the 
planning commission when a new wing for the school is begun next spring. I 
already have a small model of what the new wing will look like." He did, as 
a matter-of-fact, but only because, having learned about Amanda, he had 
contrived to have the architect make a duplicate of the small mock-up he had 
prepared previously. "In two years time the wing will be finished, and by 
then you'll have had all the experience necessary." 

"Why me?" Amanda asked, not noticing he knew her name. 

"My telling you would hardly sound adequate," he explained. "However, if 
you'll permit, I'd like to show you. As I said, my house is right over 
there, less than two miles away, plainly visible. If you feel unafraid to 
walk into a lion's den in the early afternoon, please come along with me." 

"Phrased that way, you've piqued my curiosity," she nodded. "Are you some 
kind of lion, Mr. Wallace?" 

"A terrible one," he nodded. "I'm going to do all kinds of wicked and 
horrible things once I've lured you inside." 

Amanda smiled at that. He had a sense of humor. So few people in this day 
and age were able to make her smile. 

"How can I refuse an invitation like that?" she asked. "Shall I phone the 
police to keep an eye out for me?" 

"By all means," he nodded. "You can use the phone in my car." 

He nodded toward the Rolls-Royce plainly visible in the parking lost not too 
far away. Amanda rose and was about to gather her blanket and her umbrella. 

"Leave it," he told her. "I'll have everything picked up and brought to your 
apartment, later." 

It never occurred to her to wonder how he knew she lived in an apartment. 
Just as she was certain his interest in her was purely academic. Short men 
usually preferred tall women. It gave them a feeling of superiority to know 
they were "mastering" such women. Besides, if his interest in her was 
sexual, he would have been blatantly leering like all the other men who 
tried dating her. 

Not that Amanda ruled out sex completely. She knew she was at an age where 
it was permissible to have a sexual relationship, in fact almost mandatory 
to do so, with a responsible person. But why would a man like this, who had 
a Rolls-Royce, and who obviously was capable of buying just about any woman 
he wanted, be interested in someone as relatively plain as she. For Amanda 
thought herself to be as plain as Ambrose thought her lovely. 

Smiling, and without realizing it, turning on all kinds of signals in 
Ambrose with that smile, she walked with him toward his car. Had she thought 
a little more carefully, she would have realized how unorthodox it was for a 
man interested in a school project to approach her in July with an offer to 
make her head of the English department when she had not even done any 
substitute teaching, much less regular teaching. Perhaps, subconsciously, 
she was hoping for something physical to offset the horrible experience she 
had undergone with Ruth. Now that she looked back on it, it was a horrible 
experience. Her body had been built to a fevered pitch, and had been left 
hanging a multitude of times while she had helped Ruth "get off so many 
times. She was certain that if anyone ever learned of that horrible affair, 
she would be marked as pure lesbian. Amanda was so intent on scrubbing that 
idea from her mind, she was subconsciously willing to do anything to offset 
it. This, in all probability, was what blinded her to the various faults in 
the proposition this man had put forth to her. 

They got into his car, and she was surprised he didn't have a chauffeur. A 
car like this seemed to cry out for a chauffeur. Still, the world was filled 
with eccentrics. 

He drove her directly to his house, then ushered her inside, and when she 
was unaware, used the electronic door locks which prevented anyone from 
opening the doors leading outside. It also sealed off all the windows with a 
thick layer of plasti-shield. 

Amanda was awed at the look of the house. From the outside it had resembled 
a Victorian mansion. Inside, it was modern in every respect, with high 
ceilings and large, airy rooms. When a man had as much money as Ambrose, he 
didn't worry about the cost of heating such a home, nor did he worry about 
the electric bill. 

The carpeting was plush, though the colors were different from those she 
would have chosen. The furniture in the various rooms was modern, heavy, 
very masculine. Amanda would have preferred more traditional furniture, each 
room styled in a different motif. 

He led her directly to his huge den, a room with shelved walls and a large 
desk at one end. At the other end, on a table, lay the model for the new 
school wing. This made Amanda less suspicious than ever, also making her 
wonder what kind of kook she had encountered. Why was he willing to spend so 
much money on a school? 

Finally, out of sheer exasperation, she said to him, "Why are you showing 
all this to me here and now? I mean, I can understand you looking for 
someone suitable to head up the English department, but what made you select 
me?" 

Smiling, he led her into the next room, a room where he had entertained all 
his other women. Not once had he taken them upstairs to a bedroom, even when 
they lived with him except for the Vietnamese girl. He had given her a guest 
bedroom next to his when she had been with him a month. But this was the 
room where all other women who had lived with him stayed. 

"Care for a drink?" he asked, motioning to her to sit on the green sofa that 
would open into a bed at the touch of a button. 

"I don't drink," she replied. 

"I forgot," he nodded. "Because of your father.. . . " 

"How did you know?" Amanda asked, suddenly feeling a chill as she realized 
she hadn't put on her terry cloth robe. In fact, she had left it in the car, 
and all this time she had been standing before him in the briefest of 
bikinis. 

"I know all about you, Amanda," he replied, his eyes glittering. This was 
the moment he always relished the most seeing the horror on their faces when 
he told them what he intended doing to them. Yes! 

Amanda saw the gleam in his eyes and wondered if there were something wrong 
with this man. He didn't look normal. She remembered that glazed look in her 
father's eye when he got drunk, and she wondered if he was a drinking man. 

"I'll be blunt and to the point," he told her. "I want your body. I want it 
in every conceivable way, using every usable opening." 

"Sure," she shrugged, unable to believe he was serious. "And I want a 
million dollars." 

"A million is a bit high," he smirked. "However, when I'm finished with you, 
I'm certain we can come to some kind of amicable arrangement, such as making 
you the head of the English department, as I promised earlier. You'll earn 
quite a bit more than as a mere teacher." 

"I hope you think all this is as funny as I do," Amanda insisted. 

"Why is it no girl every believes me at first?" he asked. "I hate being 
laughed at. In your own way, that's precisely what you're doing, Amanda. It 
means I'm going to have to teach you a lesson. By the time I'm through with 
you, you'll love everything I do to you, but for the moment you're going to 
be horrified. You see, I'm going to fuck you." 

It suddenly dawned on Amanda the man was serious. She began backing away 
from him, moving toward the door. He didn't follow. She turned and ran 
through the room, heading for the front door, but when she got there, she 
found it impossible to open. Running into the living room, she picked up a 
crystal candy dish and hurled it at the window only to see it bounce off 
something yielding and fall to the carpeted floor. When she turned, she 
found herself facing Ambrose who had walked into the room. His hand reached 
out and touched her bare shoulder. 

She quivered when his fingers rested on her soft, round shoulders. His hands 
had a certain clamminess to them, revealing that he, too, was inwardly 
nervous. But at the moment, all she was able to think about was the strength 
in those fingers. If he chose to wrap them around her throat.. . . 

"Amanda," he said in a soft voice that sounded like that of a father talking 
to a naughty child, "the sooner you do precisely as I tell you, the sooner 
we'll both be enjoying ourselves. However, I promised you a bit of 
punishment. I know you're a virgin, but I don't think the initial 
penetration of your cunt should be a punishment. It's something that is 
distinctly pleasurable. Therefore we'll have to do something else, won't 
we?" 

"Wh-what are you talking about?" Amanda gasped. 

Oh, yes! He liked that look of panic on her face. It made him feel warm all 
over. These pure, innocent little bitches were no better than the 
hard-bitten whores. All women were afraid if you looked for the right button 
and pressed it. 

"I want you to do precisely what I tell you to do," he insisted. "If you do, 
what starts out as a punishment and a chore will turn into something as 
enjoyable for you as it will be for me. Take it into your head to struggle, 
and you'll be hurt." 

His hand was at her lovely throat, caressing it, then slowly moving down, 
down, down, between her breasts, feeling the rounded flesh of the upper 
breasts, then caressing her nipples through her bathing suit-top. His 
fingers were slender, even more sensuous than Ruth's. She automatically 
found herself thinking of the way the blonde woman had caressed her, and she 
had to admit, even if Ruth had been a total bitch about everything, she had 
known how to arouse her. Well, what the hell! So did Ambrose, but he was far 
more frightening than Ruth would ever be. 

"P-please don't do this to me," she begged, her eyes wide with despair as 
she saw the maniacal gleam in his eyes. 

"I don't advise your shouting," he told her. "No one will hear you. We're 
alone out her, isolated, and no one outside the house can hear anything that 
goes on inside. No one ever bothers to come near here, and as you can see, 
the house is on a kind of promontory, facing away from all the other houses 
on the street behind 

US." 

"Why?" Amanda gasped. "Why? What did I ever do to you?" 

"I've been planning this ever since I first saw you, last week," he told 
her. "Why? I want you. That's reason enough. You and I are going to be the 
only company we're going to have for quite a while, so I think you'll agree 
the most sensible thing is to make the best of it, under the circumstances." 

'Take your hands off me!" Amanda insisted. 

"Amanda, I think you and I should get something straight between the two of 
us. One way or another I'm going to make use of your body, full use. 
Precisely how I enjoy myself will be strictly up to you. Now I'm going to 
take my clothes off, but I'm not going to remove your bathing suit. That's 
something you're going to do. If you don't, I'll have to rip the bathing 
suit off, and I don't have any women's clothes here. That means you'll be 
stark naked, even when you leave here. Now you have exactly a half minute to 
remove all your clothing, that is, the top and bottom of your bathing suit, 
and drop it all on the floor. Not one second more." 

"You must be insane," Amanda gasped. "I won't do it! I just won't do it. I 
mean, you can go to hell!" 

"Only a third of a minute left," he cautioned. 

Amanda realized there was no way out of this. This man was serious. Insane, 
perhaps, but definitely serious. Why he had picked on her still wasn't clear 
to her. She had no desire to reveal her intimate parts to him, but she had 
even less desire to have him rip the bathing suit off her, and he would do 
it. 

Sighing, she wondered why she wasn't starting to cry. That would have been a 
normal reaction, but for some reason she didn't feel the urge to cry. In 
fact, she didn't know what she felt. She finally reached behind her, undid 
the top of her bathing suit, slid it off her arms, and draped it over the 
back of a chair, revealing the lush white globes of her breasts, globes 
tipped with rich pinkness. 

"Everything, Amanda, everything," the man insisted. "Remove everything. When 
I put my hands on you in ten seconds, I want you totally naked, in all your 
bare glory." 

He was definitely insane! Amanda knew she had no choice but to obey. Her 
only chance for survival lay in doing as he told her, waiting until he 
released her.. . if he would release her. If not, she would have to find 
some way of playing Scherazade . . . stalling him, putting him off time 
after time, until she found some way out. 

She hastily pulled down her bathing suit bottom, letting it lay where it 
fell on the floor, stepping out of it, revealing her nakedness to the man. 
She felt terribly helpless, alone, knowing no one, not even her mother, who 
was now away on vacation, would bother to check for her during the next two 
weeks. There was obviously no pity to this man. He was interested in one 
thing, one thing only. What was more, he was determined to have his way. 

It never once entered Amanda's mind to kill him. Violence and the dealing 
thereof was not part of her makeup. 

He was staring at her, his eyes hard and shining with lust for her. He 
wanted to totally possess her. God! She was stunning! In his eyes she was 
the most delectable female he had ever seen. Yes, there were more curvaceous 
women, and there were more buxom women. But somehow this particular woman 
seemed to strike just the right chord in him. To him, she was just right. 
Her face, her figure, everything. 

As Amanda watched, he began removing his own clothing. He had said something 
about punishing her, but without taking her virginity this first time. But 
her mind was unable to conjure up precisely what it was the man had in mind. 

He was standing directly in front of her now. His hands reached out and 
clamped themselves on the wells of her breasts, the palms covering the 
nipples. She gasped at the touch of him, realizing the wetness was already 
happening between her thighs all over again. This time she wasn't even lying 
down. He was panting heavily, his hands working slowly, deftly, making her 
nipples stand up even as she willed them to try and remain soft. His hands 
were soft, gentle, almost like a woman's, more feminine, to a certain 
extent, than Ruth's hands had been, yet there was definitely nothing queer 
about him. 

"Yes," he muttered. "You're mine, and I'm going to use you." 

"Just don't hurt met," she insisted softly, speaking with some authority 
even though she felt more than a little frightened. 

His fingers continued to caress and encircle her nipples, his hands filling 
themselves with the weight of her small, round, upstanding breasts. Then he 
began mauling her, squeezing the fullness of her lovely paps, compressing 
her spongy nipples, tugging on them, yanking her breasts to the side, then 
pulling them forward. 

He was smiling, making this into some kind of game, and Amanda simply stood 
there and let him do as he wished. The more his fingers caressed the nubbins 
of pinkness that tipped her breasts, the larger they seemed to grow as blood 
flowed more freely into them. A streak of heat burned its way through 

Amanda. The young woman, who ought to have felt frightened and terrified, 
wondered what in blazes was going on inside her. She had known, ever since 
that night with Ruth, that she was prone to easy arousal, but not even Ruth 
had made her feel anything like this. There was something about this man's 
touch that had her seething with desire. She wondered if it was due solely 
to it being he who touched her, or if she was being aroused because a man, 
any man, was touching her. If she ever did get out of here, she would find 
out in a hurry. For the moment, one thrill after another permeated her 
lovely body. 

"Damn it all," she muttered to herself. "It isn't right!" 

She had said the same thing to Ruth, and Ruth had insisted this was the only 
right thing. She had ticked off the numerous things she believed to be 
wrong, claiming sex was the one right thing in the world, but here was 
Amanda, insistent that what Ambrose was doing to her just wasn't right." 

"Might makes right," Ambrose replied. "The one with the power is the one 
with all the right on his side. At the moment I'm the one with the power, so 
anything I want, is right." 

"You may have the power, and you may be able to enforce your will, but that 
doesn't make you right," Amanda fiercely insisted. 

"I'm not in the mood for bandying words," Ambrose told her. "Right now, my 
cock is burning. It needs some cooling off. I'm not the kind of guy who does 
the laundry by hand, if you get my meaning. A feminine orifice is, in my 
opinion, the only right thing in the world. At the moment you happen to be 
the feminine personage I require. Face it, Amanda! This is the way life, in 
general, is. The one with the power rules. At the moment there's no way out. 
If you were able to open the door and get out, what good would it do you? 
You're stark naked at the moment. I'm not going to threaten you with death. 
I don't deal in mindless threats I don't intend carrying out. Besides, dead, 
you would never be able to remember all the good times you're going to have 
here, and believe me, you're going to have good times." 

"Please," Amanda said, for some reason not the least bit self-conscious 
about her nakedness in front of the man. "There has to be some other way you 
can gratify your ego without ravaging me." 

"I told you, Amanda, I'm going to fuck you," he replied. "I also told you 
I'm not going to plunge myself into you and rip the virginity out of you. 
But a punishment is still in order, and if you don't do as I say, even worse 
punishment will follow." 

"I won't fight you," Amanda replied, not understanding how he intended 
punishing her, but knowing he might be crazy enough to cause her extensive 
pain if she argued with him. "All I'm asking is that you don't do anything 
that will scar me or cause me some kind of permanent damage." 

There was a quiver in her voice. Good! Ambrose liked that. She was somewhat 
scared even if she wouldn't admit it to herself. 

"You do as I say," he snorted, dragging her over to the sofa-bed, which he 
opened with the touch of a button, "and you'll go on looking pretty for some 
other guy when you leave here." 

Pretty? Amanda thought. He thought she was pretty. No one had ever hinted 
that she might be pretty. She had always thought of herself as plain. It was 
nice to hear a man say she was pretty, even though she was certain he really 
didn't mean it. 

He sat on the edge of the open bed and with his hand in Amanda's bouffant 
hairdo, he forced her to her knees on the carpeted floor. He tugged her 
forward until she was directly in front of him. Her hands touched his 
somewhat hairy thighs, so different from the smooth flesh of Ruth, and as a 
result, so much more stimulating and arousing. She quivered with the 
realization that this nearness was affecting her far more strongly than she 
had believed, and the leakage from her feminine vent was becoming heavier. 
His own hands were now resting on her shoulders, and his right hand slid 
down along her slender arm until it grabbed her wrist. His fingers closed 
around her hand and he brought it forward rapidly and clamped her fingers 
firmly around the extension of his solidly throbbing organ. 

It took Amanda a moment to realize just what it was she was holding. Though 
she had read about the penis in books, had even gone so far as to see an 
x-rated movie in which men's organs stood out like battering rams, this was 
her first opportunity to see an organ up close, to feel it, to know it was a 
living, skin-breathing, throbbing extension of a man. It pulsated so 
uncontrollably, so thrillingly. Not only that, but considering the size of 
the man, what he sported was longer and thicker than anything she had ever 
seen on a screen. This was all so incredible to accept so quickly. Yet she 
managed to do so. 

"You like it, don't you." he said, somewhat taken aback that she wasn't 
trying to pull away or fight him. 

Amanda shuddered and looked into his eyes before saying, "I don't know, at 
least I don't know at the moment." 

"As you can see, I've got a lot of inches there. I'm long, I'm thick, and 
I'm as good as the best of them when it comes to fucking. All this is 
something you'll eventually find out." 

"I don't know," Amanda shrugged. "I mean, whether you're good or bad I won't 
know how you stack up against other men." she paused, licking her lips, then 
said, "As you've discovered, I've never done anything with any other man." 

"Well, then, you're lucky to be starting out with the best, or maybe 
unlucky. After me, it'll all be downhill. Eventually, I'm going to stretch 
your virginal pussy with my cock, but for the moment I think we should try 
something slightly less conventional, though no less pleasing as far as I'm 
concerned. What I'm going to do is let you wrap your mouth tightly around my 
cock. You'll suck and move that mouth back and forth, just like it was a 
cunt frictionalizing my cock. When I finally blow my load, you, sweet girl 
that you are, will swallow every last drop of it." 

He was purposely trying to shock Amanda into a reaction, a negative 
reaction. He wanted her to put up a struggle so he'd be able to force her. 
So much of his pleasure was derived from simply forcing a woman to make him 
happy. At the same time he always managed to make the woman feel something, 
as well, even if she wouldn't admit it at the time. 

Had the situation not been so serious, Amanda would have laughed out loud. 
First Ruth, "teaching" her to lick a vagina, now this man wanting her to 
suck his penis. Everyone in the world seemed to have a fetish for enjoying 
oral-genital sex, as long as it involved their genitals and someone else's 
mouth. She heaved a long, loud sigh as if to let him know she was bored with 
the whole idea. The honest truth was, she was excited, and not nearly as 
afraid as she might have expected to be. 

His other hand was caressing her throat, his thumb rubbing her adam's apple, 
and this, more than the thought of what he wanted her to do irritated her. 
Why was it necessary for him to use violence? Having studied clinical 
psychology while in college, Amanda realized he was trying to provoke a 
negative response from her. She also understood that such a response would 
have availed her nothing other than pain before she would have had to have 
gone ahead and done what he wanted her to do, anyway. Even so, her hand 
automatically compressed around his cock, making him think she was 
frightened after all, though it was tension, tension caused by the knowledge 
she was about to become involved in yet another sexual experiment, that made 
her tremble. 

"In everyday, street-talk, this is known as a blow-job," he told her. "But I 
want more than mere compliance from you. I want you to suck with avidity, as 
if you really like it. I won't settle for some half-assed mouthing. I expect 
you to put real feeling into it, pulling with your lips, licking with your 
tongue." 

That ought to make her reject him. Then he'd be able to smack her around a 
little and force his thick cock into her gullet, making her gag and choke as 
her esophagus tightened around the cock and squeezed it to the point where 
the pleasure would become excruciating. 

Amanda looked up at him. curiosity in her wide eyes rather than fear. Her 
hand squeezed the pulsing penile shaft, and she observed, "You're very thick 
and long, you know. I can't take the entire thing into my mouth." 

"You'll find a way, honey," Ambrose snapped, irritated by her matter-of-fact 
tone of voice. Damn! He had to provoke her into some kind of resistance. "If 
your mouth is too short, then you pull the head of my cock all the way into 
your throat. Once the head is in, I'll be able to shove the rest of it down 
your gullet. All you have to do is hollow those lovely cheeks of yours and 
compress them tightly around the shaft of my prick. Relax your throat 
muscles and the cock'll manage to force its way into your throat. I haven't 
had a good blowjob in quite some time now. So be smart and start sucking." 

"If that's what you really want," Amanda shrugged. "But it might be better 
for you if I became used to your penis by degrees. I mean, from the way 
you've explained things to me, I'm not going to be going anywhere until 
you've sort of used me up which may take awhile. It might be better for you 
if I merely made you climax with my hand the first time, just to let me 
become accustomed to handling the penis. As you said, there's plenty of time 
for you to use my orifices." 

"Damn it all!" he roared, angry because she refused to become frightened. 
"If you had an opportunity to listen to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing 
Handel's Messiah, would you settle for some acid-rock singer destroying 
melodies with shouts and screams?" 

"Of course not!" she admitted. 

"Well, then why should I settle for a hand-job when that virgin mouth of 
yours is ready and waiting?" he snapped. Start sucking, and don't give me 
any lip, unless its to be wrapped around my cock." 

"I think it only fair to let you know that this being my first time, I don't 
think I'll be able to swallow all of it." Amanda said. 

"Honey, you're going to gobble up every last inch of cock," he snapped at 
her. "First time, last time, it doesn't make a damn bit of difference. 
Sucking is something that comes naturally to a woman, and by God, you're 
going to suck me dry. I won't settle for less. 

Is that understood?" 

"I see," she nodded. "And my pleasure will be derived from the knowledge 
that I've made you come?" she asked acidly. 

"At the moment I'm only concerned with my pleasure," he insisted. "Your 
pleasure will come later, if at all." 

At least he was being honest and not like Ruth, who had used her, conning 
her into licking her cunt while never really offering anything in return. 
What the heck! There were probably worse things in life than taking a penis 
into her mouth. No doubt this man might very well teach them to her. She was 
amazed at how easily she was accepting all this. But her clinical mind 
continued reminding her that she really didn't have much choice. It wasn't a 
question of acceptance. It was the simple knowledge that no knight in 
shining armor was going to rescue her, and her best chance to avoid pain lay 
in doing what he insisted she do. It might, in the long run, mean her very 
survival. At this last thought, a shiver trembled through her. 

"I want you to stay calm," the brutish sandy-haired man insisted. "I'm 
telling you right now, this is something that any woman who really is a 
woman learns to love, and if you're half the woman I think you are, you're 
going to go ape over this. I know I have a thick prick, and it'll take some 
time to fit it into your gullet. But other women have done it. There's no 
reason why you shouldn't be able to accomplish it, as well. Granted, you're 
a little smaller than the other women, but I don't thing you're that much 
smaller. You'll find me very patient. But I'm telling you right now, if I 
feel you're not giving me your best, especially once my cock is in your 
mouth, you won't like me. I'll ram the whole thing all the way in and you 
can choke and strangle to death on it before I'll pull it out. So do 
yourself a favor, and do your best. Start sucking!" 

He sat there, his thighs spread as wide as possible, his two hands now 
surrounding her lovely face, making her seem even more lamb-like and 
innocent. His palms applied pressure, slowly but firmly, and he tugged her 
face closer and closer to his groin. Amanda was no longer looking up at him. 
She "felt" his eyes burning into the top of her head as she stared at the 
penile tip being brought closer and closer to her mouth. This was a unique 
experience, to say the least, as far as she was concerned, and remembering 
what Confucius supposedly said about sex and the inevitability thereof, she 
decided to try and get as much from all this as possible. 

Her nose twitched as her mouth moved closer. There was the scent of 
deodorant soap coming from his groin. There was also a strong natural musk, 
not at all unpleasant. Well, he did say something about other women enjoying 
this, and she supposed she was no different from other women. She was 
grateful that he kept himself clean. Had he smelled bad, it might have 
disturbed her concentration, and she would have been forced to do all this 
while unable to find some way of pleasing herself. 

Heat was radiating from the tip, warming her lower face, and she quivered a 
little, more with anticipation than anything else, knowing this was it! She 
had to do it, and she had to do it right or worry that he might carry out 
his threat to strangle her with his penis. This last was definitely not a 
pleasant thought. She only hoped the penis wouldn't act like a finger in her 
throat and make her want to retch. It was obvious Ambrose Wallace was not 
the kind of man to accept her regurgitation on his groin. Come to think of 
it, there wasn't a man in the world willing to accept something like that. 

"Come on, come on," the man's voice continually urged, letting her know how 
impatient he was. "Get that mouth of yours working, Miss Rose. Let's see 
what kind of natural cocksucker you are." 

His left hand was now resting gently on the nape of her neck, tickling the 
short hairs back there. His pressure there increased as little by little he 
pulled her lips forward. She was aware of the quivers in him as her breath 
covered his penis. She was so close now, and it was obvious he was on the 
verge of losing control. . 

Taking a deep breath, Amanda opened her loving mouth as wide as possible, 
thinking there was a vague possibility the man might be content to let the 
heavy flesh rod rest on her lower lip and her tongue as long as she didn't 
use, her teeth. But even as her face moved closer, the fact that she had 
never done anything like this before took control of her, and she shut her 
mouth again, clamping her teeth tightly together, terrified of the newness 
of all this rather than the obscenity of it. Granted she had seen girls do 
this in the X-rated movie she had watched, but it was obvious these girls 
did it with no real feeling whatsoever. Being an emotional individual, in 
spite of having common sense, Amanda knew now she would never be able to 
suck a cock with indifference. She would do precisely as the man wished, and 
put her heart and soul into it provided she had the courage to begin. Lord! 
There was definitely the stirring of some kind of fright inside her. Now 
that she was on the verge of doing this, she was almost as afraid as she was 
curious. Only the knowledge that Ambrose would hurt her if she pulled away 
kept her from retreating. But for the moment she didn't advance, either. 

"Uh . . . one question, first," she said, her breath playing all the more 
heatedly on his penis. 

"Ask!" he told her, his hand preventing her head from backing away. 

"Do you have any kind of venereal disease?" 

"Now what the hell kind of question is that to ask a man about to rape your 
mouth?" 

"A perfectly good question," she insisted. "I mean, I don't want to catch 
syphilis, gonorrhea, or herpes." 

The burning closeness of his swollen penile bulb made her shudder even more, 
especially when he pressed it against her tightly closed lips. This sent 
another shudder coursing insanely through her, and she realized it wasn't 
fear. Rather, it wasn't her fear of the penis. It was her fear of herself, 
for something was stirring inside her, and she was on the verge of wanting 
to do this. But his hand was on the nape of her neck, and he was forcing her 
face against the stiffness of his throbbing cock. 

"I've never had VD," he snapped. "Now open up! Come on, come on, believe me, 
you'll love it, you'll see. You'll dig the sweet, meaty flavor of it, and 
you'll love the way it simply rubs against your tongue, making you aware of 
the different textures of the different kinds of flesh that make up the cock 
as well as the scrotum." 

The scent of the penis was overpowering now, and Amanda realized that he was 
right. She wanted to do this, just as she had wanted to lick Ruth's cunt 
after a while. It was this desire on her part that had made her decide she 
would never again suck another woman's vagina. She was afraid she would like 
it so much, she might indeed feel like a lesbian after a time. The same 
thing applied here. If she did suck this man's penis, she would probably 
become addicted to it, and if she ever went out with a decent man, he would 
probably be repulsed by the animal in her when she proceeded to masticate 
his cock, as well. Not that a decent man didn't like to have his cock 
sucked. But no decent man wanted some woman to do it to him on the first 
date. Amanda knew this was the kind of thing she would never be able to 
control. 

"You're asking for trouble," Ambrose said, smiling, thinking that at last he 
was about to wallop the hell out of her. "You have to learn that as long as 
you're here, when I give an order, you follow it." 

He cupped her chin in the palm of his hand, and suddenly his fingers were 
pressing on her jaw hinges, pressing hard, digging in deep. His 
well-manicured nails dug into the soft flesh of her facial cheeks as he 
applied more and more pressure to the hinges. At the same time he forced the 
tender inner cheeks against her teeth, and Amanda realized a girl might get 
hurt. She really didn't have much choice. The last thing she needed was a 
dislocated jaw. like it or not, the addiction was about to start. Slowly, 
grudgingly, she finally opened her small mouth. 

She gasped as his squeezing fingers maintained their constant pressure on 
her jaw, all but crushing the hinges, forcing her lovely mouth to remain 
wide open, then he slowly tugged her head forward, forcing her inner cheeks 
to surround his throbbing penile length. He rested the head of his 
shuddering cock on the tip of her tongue as he slowly began pulling her face 
forward. His digging fingers forced her inner cheeks to surround the 
throbbing length of his penis as he continued sliding it into the narrow 
tightness of her oral cavern. Her muffled sobs were silenced as his heated 
purple-domed phallus pushed against the opening to her throat. 

Her mouth was now forced very wide, barely able to encompass such massive 
thickness, and tears filled her eyes. Not tears of sorrow, but tears caused 
by her struggles as the enormous penile point slid back to the tip of her 
tongue, then slowly pushed forward to the throat again, rubbing along the 
full length of the lingual organ while at the same time rubbing against the 
roof of her mouth. Now that the thick pole of his bulging, seething glans 
was locked in her mouth, he no longer had to apply pressure with his fingers 
interlaced in her hair, and her heated mouth was forced to remain filled 
with the massive log of human flesh. 

Lord! This was certainly a different experience as far as Amanda was 
concerned. Any fears she might have had were completely outweighed by her 
clinical curiosity at the texture of his penis and the breadth of it forcing 
her to not only keep her jaws apart, but pressing on her cheeks, making them 
bloat as if filled with air while stretching her cupid's bow lips to their 
fullest around the pulsing organ. 

For the moment her tongue remained flat and dormant in her mouth as more and 
more of the colorless lubricant seeping from the eye in his penile tip 
leaked against it. Saliva came up from her throat and mingled with the fluid 
and she found her mouth was quickly filling because she wouldn't swallow, 
initially. This seemed so totally different from the licking of Ruth's cunt. 
Then, in spite of Ruth's clamping thighs around her neck, she had been the 
one in control. Here, Ambrose was in total control of it all. 

Soon, sticky dribbles were running from the corner of her mouth, down her 
chin and neck. All the while she continued crying tears of energy more than 
anything else, because she really didn't feel any sorrow at doing this. In 
spite of his controlling her, and in spite of the strangeness of it all, she 
didn't quite dislike it. In fact, as the tongue continued abrasively 
pressing against the underside of his penis, she decided she might learn to 
actually like something like this. It definitely had the same allure that 
the licking of Ruth's pussy had initially held for her. This was different, 
but no less arousing. In fact, there seemed to be something in the back of 
her throat that was being tickled by the ooze of his oils. She wondered if 
the pressure of his penile head against that ticklish spot might actually 
set off the orgasm for which she had been waiting so long. 

She was panting now, expending a lot of energy, and each time her head went 
forward and down, she felt Ambrose press a little harder on the back of her 
head, pushing his penile tip a little deeper into the ring of her gullet. 
The bloated stiffness pressed, trying to widen the opening to her throat and 
fit itself in a bit deeper. 

Amanda felt her salivary glands over-producing at this point, and though the 
mixture of oil and sputum fell from the corners of her lips, more was being 
created than was seeping out. The thickness of his penis blocked great 
quantities of the fluid, holding it inside what he felt to be the delightful 
recess of her mouth. She realized she would either have to swallow or drown 
in her own saliva mixed with his penile lubricity. 

Well, she hadn't died from swallowing all the oil she had sucked from the 
split-peach opening of Ruth's vagina. There was no reason to assume this 
man's oils would affect her any differently. 

Taking in a huge quantity of air through her widely distended nostrils, 
Amanda shut her eyes and gulped. The swallowing action served to pull more 
of the man's heavy penis into her mouth, and the pressure of her tongue and 
palate, seemingly so close together because she had such a tiny mouth, 
caused the heavy phallus to enlarge and thicken that much more. Lightning 
flashes went sparking up and down the man's shuddering spine. He clasped 
both hands around her skull now, jerking his cock forward, sinking it 
deeper, pressing, feeling the rubbery point being caressed by the soft, 
pulpy back of her throat where tongue and palate disappeared into the 
esophagus. 

Gagging, coughing, choking, Amanda tried to signal to the man to take it 
easy, but the weighty knob of his pulsating length only pushed itself a bit 
deeper. She was aware he was trying to force as much of it as possible into 
her pharynx, so she reached up and grabbed what was left of the penis, 
almost three inches of base that had still to enter between her lips, and 
she squeezed it in the hope of restraining the organ and keeping him from 
sinking it any deeper. If he kept shoving it in this hard, he would soon 
have her throwing up whether she tried stopping it, or not. But he slapped 
her hand away, saying, "Not, now, Amanda, I want you to swallow every last 
little bit of it." 

Amanda was angry. It occurred to her this man was doing more than sexually 
abusing her. He was purposely humiliating her, and with no good reason. She 
had never met him before, had done nothing to him, had in no way harmed him. 
Yet here he was, doing all these awful things to her. She cried out to him 
to stop, feeling wrath rather than hate, but her cries were silent because 
of the way the swollen penis clogged her mouth. Tears of irate resentment 
continued falling down her cheeks, dripping from her chin onto her knees, 
below. Some of them splashed onto the cold stone floor, and one or two tears 
fell onto the man's testicles, though he never felt them because of the 
slavering oils from her mouth that washed his scrotum. 

Air was pulled into her lungs through flared nostrils. She swallowed, a 
great quantity of saliva and penile oil going down her throat, and with the 
fluid another inch of penis pushed its way into her gullet. She gagged, and 
for a moment saw stars blinking on and off as she nearly blacked out as 
oxygen was almost cut off from her brain because of the way the monstrous 
phallus clogged her throat. For a moment she was afraid she would strangle 
to death, but the pressure of his hand on her head seemed reassuring more 
than anything else, as if telling her it was aware of the difficulty she was 
having, yet other throats had engulfed this penis and had survived, and she 
would, too. 

Angered as she was because of the way this man was abusing her, she remained 
somewhat clinical in her outlook, noting how heavily his penis was seeping 
lubricant, as heavily as her own vagina continued to ooze fluid. Obviously 
oral-genital contact was extremely pleasing for the one whose genitals were 
being orally caressed, and one day in the very near future she intended 
discovering the luxury of such feelings, herself. She pulled in a bit more 
air through her nostrils and she swallowed again, and more of the massive 
penile head slid into her gullet, inching its way deeper and deeper into her 
throat's tight constriction. She gagged again. 

"Come on.. . come on.. . . " he urged softly, his voice as reassuring as the 
hand on her head. "Just a little more, Amanda, a little . . . uhhhh . . . 
morrre . . . you can do it.. . you can do it.. . you can do it.. . that's a 
baby . . . ywaaaaaa . . . aaaaannnnggghhh . . . thatta giiiirrrlll . . . " 
he encouraged. "Keep goiiiiinnnnggg." 

Amanda was aware of the way the man's seated body was vibrating much the way 
she had felt Ruth's body shudder when her tongue had gone to work on the 
blonde woman's pussy. Soon he would be pumping his penis all the way in and 
all the way back, just as Ruth had bounced her body up and down in time to 
the way her tongue had stroked into the woman's cunt. 

Though Ambrose had conned her here and had forced her into this, making it 
plain he was the one in control, and that his might made him right, she had 
a certain might of her own. Her mouth gripping his penis gave her a mastery 
over him that few women ever had over men. She realized that most women were 
unaware of the power they possessed over men at a time like this. At this 
precise moment, her mouth had total control of his body .Though he had 
taunted her, had done his best to humiliate her, and even tried frightening 
her, she was fully aware of the control exerted by her lips and tongue. Each 
time her softy sucking lips pulled back and nursed at the throbbing javelin 
of flesh, he wiggled and squirmed that much more on the bed. Now both hands 
were applying pressure against her red hair, urging her to once again push 
that burning phallus of his all the way down her tantalizing throat as it 
continued marinating in her viscous saliva. 

That was the moment when the realization came to Amanda that she was neither 
choking nor strangling any longer. Her throat had, as he had said, adapted 
to the thickness of his weighty penis, and she was able to smoothly bob her 
head back and forth, hesitating for the slightest fraction of a second each 
time the head popped into her gullet. No question about it! Her throat was 
definitely widening, and there was no feeling of nausea in spite of the fact 
that her gullet clung voraciously to the pulsing penis. 

Her cunt was not merely leaking oil now, but rather pouring the fluid down 
her legs onto the carpeting beneath, leaving her in a pool of damp fiber. 
The wisps of delight that had started curling through her body earlier when 
she had known she was going to become sexually involved were no longer smoky 
tendrils, but a full-blown cloud of lust. With each movement of her head she 
was feeling more and more erotically aroused. In spite of the considerable 
discomfort she had initially felt when being forced to swallow such a thick 
bit of masculine gristle, her body was beginning to thrive on what she was 
doing . . . as she had inwardly known all along that it would happen. Her 
vagina was unleashing a river of lubrication, the inner oils drenching her 
thighs, the carpeting, everything within reach. As with Ruth, she was 
feeling a perverse sense of enjoyment. 

But each time she had licked Ruth's cunt, Ruth had come, while she, on the 
verge of an orgasm, had never been able to achieve fulfillment. She didn't 
want to go through that same torture all over again. Even if the velvety 
texture of his outer layer of penile skin was smooth and arousing, she had 
to completely close her mind to it. She had to shut off the tingles within 
her or else go through another sleepless night as she had undergone that 
night before graduation. 

But even as she tried to fight what she was feeling, her tongue licked 
vibrantly from side to side, massaging the underside of the phallic lance on 
which she was sucking. She began to lick all the more strongly against the 
swollen underside of the weighty cock. 

"Aaaannnnnhhhh . . . yesssssssss . . . " the man gasped out, his voice thick 
with lascivious desire. "You're superb, Amanda. Even though this is your 
first time, you're better than many professionals. You have a natural. . . 
uuuuunnnnnhhhhh . . . aptitude for cocksuckinnnnnnng! Don't stop . . . oh 
Godddddd! That's wonderfulllll.. . ummmmmm . . . yesssss . . . I love it, I 
love it, I love it.. . . " 

He was slamming his thrusting hips vibrantly forward now, and the last 
little bit of penile length sank solidly into the hotly basting depths of 
her tantalizingly sucking mouth. The hard, rubbery point was solidly crammed 
into the center of her clinging pharynx, and her soft, cupid's bow lips were 
kissing the hairy base as well as his pelvis and the base of his balls, 
while her straight nose was being scrubbed by pubic hair. But Amanda was no 
longer thinking about it. She had given up trying to shut off her emotions. 

The powerful sandy-haired man moved his cock faster, his belly beginning to 
twitch. His thighs started shivering and quaking as Amanda tightened her 
labial hold, sliding her oral lips all the way back until all that was 
locked against the backs of her front teeth was the man's phallic head. She 
used the edges of her teeth the littlest bit to catch his corona, and the 
pressure made the man moan softly. Then she slowly pushed her lovely face 
forward again, sucking in the full length of his satin-skinned shaft. Her 
right hand came up between his pulsing thighs, catching his testicles, 
weighing them, amazed at how heavy they were. Her clinical, analytical mind 
wondered how it was possible for a man to walk with such boulders dangling 
between his thighs at all times. They were like weighty golf balls, heavy, 
bloated, as if filled with the seed they were constantly manufacturing. 

By now, Amanda was aware precisely how much pleasure her mouth was giving 
this man as he continued raping her tightly sucking young mouth. But she was 
enjoying it almost as much as he, much as she didn't want to admit it. Her 
vagina was an ocean of heavy viscous fluid, and so much of it was spilling 
out of her, her knees were resting in a floating pool of the stuff. 

Without realizing what she was doing, Amanda reached down with her free 
hand, moving it between her thighs, and for the first time touched her own 
erect clitoris. Masturbation was something she had never previously done, 
but she was afraid this man's self-interest precluded his doing anything to 
please her once he was satisfied, and she needed to do something to calm the 
aching flares of lust flashing through her shuddering body. Lord! In spite 
of all the lubricity filling her womanly interior, she had difficulty 
fitting her own middle finger into her vaginal tunnel, and it made her 
wonder how Ruth and gotten her own fingers into her. If it was this hard to 
fit a slender finger inside, how was it possible for her to accept something 
as thick as a penis? It didn't occur to her that her membranes were very 
elastic and capable of stretching a great deal. Nor did she know at this 
time that the same elasticity that would stretch her, would also make her 
vagina snap back so that even when she got older, her cunt would seem 
virgin-tight each time it would be entered. At the moment her vaginal walls, 
like rubber bands, had snapped tightly around her invading finger. Her 
kneeling body began shuddering and twitching as she started sliding the 
finger in and out very slowly, imitating the movements of the penises she 
had seen on the screen when she had seen that one X-rated film. Desire 
inside her built to yet a higher plane, making her aware how much farther 
she had to go before achieving that much-wanted prize known as orgasm. 

Thrilling anticipation began charging through her quivering young form, and 
Amanda found it very difficult to be an analytical critic of herself at a 
time like this. His weighty penis was continuing to push in and out of her 
narrow gullet, preventing air from getting in that way. Ambrose's pelvic 
hair continued tickling her nose, and Amanda kept on caressing his weighty 
scrotum with one hand while her other hand unashamedly delved into the 
burning flood locked inside her womanly chamber. The hand fingering his 
testicles moved carefully, her nails teasing their way through the scrotal 
hairs as if tracing out each individual wrinkle on the sac, and this added 
to Ambrose's total delight. 

The heavily pulsing phallus continued to shudder, and greater quantities of 
the colorless fluid seeped from its eye-like hole and washed down her 
throat, erasing any of the soreness his initial forced entry had caused. The 
lubrication was a medicinal balm, warm, soothing, coating the gullet, making 
the phallus slide in and out that much more easily. 

Amanda still had to struggle to breathe, flaring her nostrils, bobbing her 
head back and forth, knowing it was only a matter of seconds before that 
other fluid, that white stuff came spurting down her throat. She knew what 
it looked like because in all those X-rated movies the actors had to pull 
out at the last moment to show they were actually coming, and she saw the 
way the white blobs would burst from a penile tip, sometimes as oil would 
gush from the ground, other times like splattering machine gun bullets. She 
had no idea how it tasted or smelled, but he had insisted when the time 
came, that she swallow it all, so Amanda assumed other women had done this 
before her. 

Besides, more important than this man's orgasm, at least as far as Amanda 
was concerned, was her own climax. Though she wasn't overly thrilled about 
having to swallow the white goo that was going to pulse from his penis, she 
knew it was the only way to make him stop, if only for the moment, his 
assault on her. She hoped it had some kind of pleasant taste to it, but she 
remembered the faces of one or two of the women who had swallowed a little 
of the white fluid after the man in the film had shot his load against their 
faces. They didn't seem to care one way or the other about the fluid. They 
reacted somewhat matter-of-factly. 

She sucked harder, draining more of the heavy lubircity oozing from his cock 
into her gullet, soothing the soreness even more. All the while the hand 
holding his testicles squeezed and milked them as if trying to force them to 
surrender the contents of their manufacture while her other hand kept 
pushing a finger into the narrow strait of her cunt and the heel of that 
same hand continued massaging the clitoris. The thickness of the oil oozing 
from his penis seemed, to her, to be much heavier than her own lubrication. 
She would never have believed a man capable of leaking anything this 
viscous. It was like heavy mineral oil. 

Her ribboned pink lips pressed firmly, strongly around the middle of the 
rigidly solid, steel-hard phallus, and now, as she sucked with a certain 
verve and passion, she realized his immensely swollen organ was thickening 
that much more. What was more, it was getting even harder. 

The man's fingers were gripping her bright-red hair, tightly pulling her 
lovely face closer to him, causing so much pain she was afraid he would rip 
her hair out by the roots. She shut her mind to the agony for the moment 
because of the pleasure continuing to charge rampantly through her quivering 
body. The pleasure was overpowering, far stronger than anything she had felt 
with Ruth. The blonde woman had been right about one thing, and that was, a 
good penis was the one thing a woman needed to receive the maximum pleasure. 
The rampant delight blistering its way through her body was incredible. All 
that was missing was that ultimate apex, and this time she intended reaching 
it, even if it meant using her own fingers to do so. 

The gasps, the sighs, the quivers coming from Ambrose told Amanda he was 
definitely under her control at the moment. If she were to stop and make him 
promise her something-or-other, anything, anything at all, she was certain 
he would make that promise. But no! She wasn't the type to tease a man this 
way, not even a man who had done his best to shame her. 

Her mind was telling her this was against everything she had ever done 
before, but she also reasoned that she had never been overly happy the way 
she had previously lived. Promiscuity had never been part of her life only 
because she'd had no idea how pleasant it was. Her body was enjoying all 
this, aching for the pleasure and satisfaction it rightfully deserved, and 
she knew her body would not relax this time until gratification had been 
achieved. Though she was still some-what wary of the taste of this man's 
sperm, she had the feeling at this point that it would arouse her more than 
anything else, and so she continued bobbing her lovely head while fingering 
herself. 

Ambrose slammed his weighty cock as far into her throat as was humanly 
possible, which, in his case, was a long way. It was as if he was trying to 
reach her vagina by way of her belly. This penis was moving more and more 
rapidly now as he bounced his pelvis in time to the movement of her mouth. 
Then he suddenly bellowed, "YYYYYA AAAAAN NNNNNG GGG-GGH HHHAAA AAWWWW 
AAAAAN NNGGGG GGHHHH NNNGGG GGGHHH HH!" 

He was spurting, unleashing a heavy river of white fluid down her lovely 
gullet. Amanda didn't even realize how avidly she drank as she sucked and 
pulled the white fluid in, drinking it as if it were something really 
special and she was unable to get enough of it. It was sort of like sour 
cream, and she continued sucking, pushing her finger into the tightly 
shuddering vaginal enclosure. 

Then Amanda became aware of another sensation, beginning in her throat. His 
spurting penile head was rubbing against a network of nerves in her gullet, 
and the pressure of her hand against her clitoris, added to the probing 
finger in her cunt caused the orgasm for which she had been reaching to 
finally come down on her, inundating her with one stratified charge of lust 
after another, and her body stiffened and she clutched his balls all the 
more tightly as she shrieked out, "GGGGGH HHHHHH WWWWWU UUURRR RRR-HHH 
HHHLLL LLCCCC HHHWWW WWRRRR MMMMMH HHHAAA UUUUUF FFFCCC CCHHH LLLLLG GGGHHH 
HHH!" 

The orgasm was so intense, she stopped swallowing for a moment, and as a 
result, when she finally became conscious of what was happening, she found 
her mouth was overflowing with the white fluid. The combination of sperm, 
saliva, and oil was seeping from the corners of her mouth even as his thick 
penis continued shooting into her gullet. 

Amanda drank with all the sucking power she was capable of mustering, her 
finger continuing to slide in and out of her own vagina, the heel of her 
hand still massaging her clitoris, causing a series of secondary orgasms to 
charge through her. Her buttocks were tight, and she was aware of snapping 
muscles in her cunt clamping down on her inserted finger. 

She had become a totally depraved woman, and she loved every little bit of 
it. At no time did she feel the need to excuse herself for enjoying this, 
and it was this healthy attitude which would sustain her in the days to 
come. 

The penis was no longer rigid, but had turned soft, and then had shrunk, 
little by little. The scrotal sac began enlarging, just as the balls within 
had become smaller and smaller. Amanda found her lips working faster around 
the cock. She wanted it hard again. She wanted to go on sucking it. 

Ambrose realized the lovely redhead had a mouth like a leech. She was 
incredible. He had really gotten lucky with this one. 

"You'll have lots of time to do more sucking," he told Amanda, finally 
freeing his cock from her lips. "But for now, I'm hungry. Suppose you go 
into my kitchen and whip up some kind of meal." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Amanda was amazed at a number of things that had taken place inside her 
since Ambrose had raped her mouth. She concluded it was the orgasm, or 
rather the series of orgasms she 'herself had enjoyed, that brought about 
the various changes within her. 

To begin with, she no longer found Ambrose to be the dull, uninteresting 
person she had initially believed him to be, when he had talked to her on 
the beach. Second, she felt no embarrassment whatsoever in walking naked 
through this man's house, even when he, himself, was fully dressed. Third, 
from the moment he had ordered her into the kitchen to prepare food for him, 
Amanda had suddenly felt more at home than she had ever felt in her entire 
life. It was as if she actually belonged here. It never once occurred to her 
to think otherwise. 

Ambrose Wallace, on the other hand, had a series of other thoughts in mind. 
His first thought was, Amanda Rose was far more entrancing than he had 
initially suspected she might be. Worse, he knew she was the first female he 
had ever known capable of arousing emotions in him he had never felt before. 
At the moment he wasn't sure what these emotions were, but he did know they 
were new, different, and he didn't like them, not even a little bit. They 
were disrupting his trains of thought, and each one of those trains of 
thought had been on ways to humiliate Amanda a bit more. After all, his 
pleasure had always previously been derived from the total conquest and 
domination of an unwilling female, and so far, Amanda had proven much too 
cooperative, even though there had been a moment when it had appeared she 
might give him the opposition he had craved. 

Shit! This wasn't the way things were supposed to be. He was almost 
beginning to feel sorry that he had ever picked on Amanda. She was 
essentially a shy creature, but a loving one. He felt the love in her, even 
if she didn't actually gush and say anything. She smiled that wonderful 
smile at him all the time, and when he gave an order, she snapped to it. She 
cooked like a superb chef, washing everything up afterward, and even totally 
naked in front of him, made him uneasy, but not because of arousal. Oh, 
there was arousal, all right, but it wasn't the purely carnal sensation he 
had know with other women. Rather it was mingled with a whole series of 
other feelings, and as a result, he was unable to raise another erection 
that day. 

Damn! What kind of power did this woman possess? Hell! All he wanted was a 
little nookie for a while, and then he would toss her back into the sea of 
humanity with all the other female fish he had known. But things weren't 
working out as they were supposed to. She wasn't cringing when he appeared. 
She didn't cower, she didn't beg, she didn't ask, she didn't even mildly 
suggest. For that matter, she didn't start any conversation between them. 
She always politely waited for him to say something. 

No! The smartest thing to do would be to dump her. But to do that would be 
like admitting a woman had finally defeated him. This was something that 
must never happen. 

Somehow, in some way, he had to make her cringe and become afraid of him. He 
had to make her beg, and then he would rape the shit out of her, enjoying 
her pitiable screams the entire time, listening to them turn from shrieks of 
horror to sighs of delight as the power of his cock overcame the most 
horrendous of her fears. But at the moment she had no fear. How would he be 
able to prove, to both her, and himself, how masterful he was. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

It was evening. In July evening came late, and Amanda was looking out the 
living room window when she heard Ambrose moving behind her. Turning, she 
saw him in a somewhat disheveled state, and she realized he had been 
drinking. She made a face of distaste. Her father's drunkenness was what had 
caused the breakup of her own family life. 

"Wassa matter wi' you?" Ambrose asked. 

"Nothing," she replied softly, but this time not smiling. 

Good! Ambrose liked that. 

"M gonna fuck you," Ambrose told her. 

Amanda realized he wanted to climb on top of her, and with his breath 
reeking of the horrid stuff that had all but destroyed her father, he wanted 
to plunge himself into her. The attack of his cock on her cunt didn't 
disturb her nearly as much as the idea that he would breathe that disgusting 
stuff in her face. 

"I-if you wish," she finally said, her heart fluttering. 

"Damn you to fucking hell!" Ambrose screamed. "What the goddamn fuck is it 
with you? What does it take to make you scared?" 

Amanda was suddenly aware for the first time that he believed she was 
threatening his masculinity. Here was her opportunity to get out. Much as 
she liked it here, pleasurable as it felt, she was still very much a 
captive. Was it possible for her to make Ambrose believe her? 

"Well," she said, "to be honest with you, the only thing that would really 
frighten me is the idea of you suddenly finding some clothing, making me put 
it all on, and then you throwing me out. You see, I like it here. The only 
thing I'm afraid of, is being made to leave." 

Sober, Ambrose would have laughed at such a ploy. Drunk, it seemed to almost 
make sense to him. The bitch actually liked being ordered around. Well, 
goddamn! Here was his chance to be free of her and at the same time get what 
he wanted most from her. 

"You stay here," he told her, and turning around, left the room. 

Five minutes later, Amanda heard the sound of the powerful Rolls-Royce as it 
pulled out of the garage below, and she saw Ambrose driving off into the 
coppery sunset. Was it possible he was going to get her some clothes? She 
would know, eventually. 

It was almost two hours before Ambrose returned. He parked the car in the 
garage, and Amanda heard the garage door close. Two minutes later, he was in 
the house, and he was tossing some boxes at her. 

"I hadda guess at the sizes," he snorted. 

Amanda opened the boxes. She found frilly white underpants which she quickly 
slipped on, then a white cotton brassiere. There was no panty hose, nor were 
there any shoes, but he gave her back her beach sandals. The pink blouse and 
lilac skirt fitted her perfectly, though the skirt was a bit long. 

"Come on," Ambrose insisted. 

"No!" she snapped, not because she wanted to stay, but because it was what 
she knew he wanted her to say. 

"Come on!" he disgustedly told her, gripping her by the wrist and dragging 
her to the small laundry room off to the side, and from there through a door 
down into the garage. 

Ambrose tossed her into the Rolls, got in beside her, and was about to open 
the garage door, when a bell went off in his mind. 

What the hell was he doing? He was about to drive this bitch to her 
apartment building and he hadn't even fucked her yet. After two hours, his 
mind had started sobering just a little. Hell! He wanted to scare the shit 
out of her, not lose her. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

It was dark in the garage, except for the light streaming in through the 
garage door windows from the streetlamps, outside. Amanda turned to see 
Ambrose staring at her. The glitter in his eyes was hard, and for the first 
time she began feeling nervous. 

"What's wrong?" she taunted. "Change your mind? Come on! Let's go back into 
the house." 

"Not yet!" he replied, making her feel cold inside, implying that this was 
precisely what he intended doing. "We're gonna talk firs'. " 

"About what?" she asked, feeling more than a little uneasy and deciding she 
didn't like his different attitude. 

Surely, she was able to handle him, and when he was either thinking very 
clearly or totally befuddled she was able to control him to some extent, 
even if control in one instance meant having to suck his cock in order to 
make him bring on her own satisfaction. But at the moment he was halfway 
between sobriety and drunkenness, not thinking too clearly at all, but not 
muddled enough for her to outwit him. She edged toward the door, ready to 
yank it open and jump right out. 

"Hey now," he said, smiling. "You thought you were pretty smart, conning me 
into letting you go. By the way, if you're thinkin' 'bout jumpin' outta the 
car, forget it. Door's 'lectronically locked." 

Moving with what seemed like incredible speed, the stocky man reached out, 
yanked her toward him, and suddenly hoisted her up and into the rear of the 
car. She landed on the rear seat, then her head slid off and thumped on the 
carpeted floor. By the time she had righted herself, Ambrose had pressed a 
button that caused both front seats to fall back so that even though she was 
bunched up on the rear seat, the interior of the car looked like one big 
bed. 

"Now," Ambrose said to her, wrapping a strong arm around her slender 
shoulders and drawing her to him, "you and I have more than a little to 
discuss, don't we. like we're gonna talk about the different ways I'm gonna 
fuck you, honey." 

He yanked her slender young body all the more firmly against his own 
muscular form, then planted his mouth firmly on hers, almost swallowing half 
her face with his drunken kiss. Amanda felt herself drowning in it. God! The 
stink of liquor was heavy on his breath, overpowering her. She was ready to 
pass out. She wriggled, trying hard to pull herself away from him, not 
really able to do so. Even now, it was the liquor and what it was doing to 
him that Amanda feared more than the man, himself. 

"Uuuuuummmmmppphhhhhhhh! No! No!" she screamed, and she began beating at his 
broad chest. 

She was gasping, her face red as blood rushed to her cheeks. He was finally 
succeeding in frightening her. 

Ambrose realized she was afraid. Why wasn't he more pleased? Son of a bitch! 
What was it? Maybe she still wasn't scared enough. 

"What is it?" he taunted, hoping to intensify her fear in the hope of being 
able to enjoy her that much more. After all, when he and fucked her mouth he 
had finally enjoyed himself one helluva lot. "Why the hell are you acting so 
uptight, honey. Even if you haven't ever been fucked before, s'time for you 
to know what it's like to have that li'l ol' tunnel of yours dug into by a 
spade-headed cock that knows its business." 

"Not this way," she gasped, pleading. "Inside, in the house, I'll do 
anything you want. But get the smell of liquor off your breath. I hate it! I 
hate it!" 

"Who the hell d'you think you're kidding?" he asked. "Other women think 
liquor on a man's breath is real sexy, and you're trying to tell me you 
don't like it? And you think you're too good to be fucked in the back seat 
of a car? Shit! This is a Rolls-Royce. It costs more'n a lot of houses. How 
many women d'you know of can boast they lost it in the back of a Rolls? Now 
either you do like I say back here, or I'll fuck you any which way I can. 
Either way, I'm the one gonna have a ball. It's up to you whether or not you 
do, too." 

"Not in here, not in a car," Amanda insisted. "And not with liquor on your 
breath." 

"Yes, in here," he told her. "What's the matter? Afraid I'm gonna take 
somethin' for nothin'? Well you can ask any other chick I've fucked. I pay 
'em all off." 

She remembered something Ruth had said. Ruth had claimed she would teach 
Amanda to make men pay for the use of her body, but not with money. Money 
made a woman look cheap, no matter how much was offered. Money put a price, 
a value on that woman. Amanda didn't want to be classified as a woman worth 
a specified sum of money. There was an old joke about a woman being offered 
a million dollars to go to bed with a man and she had accepted. But when the 
man had offered her only one dollar, she had countered with, "What kind of 
woman do you think I am?" To which the man had replied, "We already know 
that. All that remains questionable is the price." 

"Here, now!" Ambrose insisted, and reaching into his pocket he pulled out a 
roll of bills and tried stuffing them inside her blouse. "There," he 
snapped. "Keep it! That oughta pay for your cunt, even if it is the very 
first time." 

Amanda had been able to accept his initial desire for her earlier because in 
spite of his rudeness, there had been an underlying quality about him which 
she had liked. She hadn't recognized it at first, but some subconscious part 
of her had made her aware of it, and as a result, no matter how he had 
shamed her, she had accepted it. But this was totally unacceptable. She knew 
it was the liquor talking and not the man. Even if he had wanted to 
humiliate her earlier, when he had spoken to her, it was with a tone to his 
voice that let her know his intent was humiliation, and this had amused her 
more than a little. But now, under the influence of alcohol, his offer of 
money wasn't to merely humiliate her. No, he was seriously thinking of her 
as some kind of tramp who would sell herself if enough money was offered. 
She knew it was the liquor talking and not the man, but she also knew liquor 
was what had destroyed her parents' relationship, and she would not have 
anything to do with a man who drank. 

Reaching into her blouse, she took out the bills and shoved them into the 
top of his shirt, saying, "Keep your money. I'm not some cheap tramp you can 
buy. You want me? This time you will have to rape me. I'm not going to 
simply acquiesce to your demands any longer. Before, you attacked me because 
of a flaw in your own character. You weren't able to help yourself. God 
knows, I even felt sorry for you the entire time you were forcing me to 
fellate you. But his time you're trying to fix me with the flaw, and I won't 
accept it." 

"You're tryin' to play hard-to-get," he drunkenly snorted. "Well I'm gonna 
fuck you, honey, and it's gonna be with liquor on my breath and here, in the 
back seat of a car. I brought you home to be fucked, and fucked you'll be, 
and by me." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Amanda was terrified, actually terrified by this man. She had been amused, 
somewhat bemused, and a little thrilled by his earlier behavior, because 
deep down she had liked being mastered by a man who had found her so 
irresistible he'd gone to the lengths of kidnapping her. But now she was 
horrified, not because of the sex, but because of his meanness brought on by 
his drunkenness. 

At the moment she was unable to believe everything that was happening to 
her.-His long, slender hands were reaching out, filling themselves with her 
breasts, squeezing, pulling, tugging, mauling, in this case not at all 
erotically, but painfully. When he had played with her breasts earlier, her 
had been artful, gen teasing, taunting about it. Now he was just plain mean. 
He yanked hard on her right breast with his left hand while his right hand 
wandered down the skimpy blouse he had bought her across to her belly. He 
pressed a finger against the skirt between her legs. This was the first time 
he was actually trying to invade the sanctity of her vagina. 

"Stop that!" Amanda insisted. 

He silenced her instantly by cramming his mouth firmly against hers, his 
tongue delving between her lips, taunting her, daring her to try and bite 
it. Each time she did try, he yanked it back and her teeth suddenly slammed 
together, jarring her body. 

Amanda's head was spinning as she tried to fight the powerful form of the 
man beside her, but it was no use. She was such a slender, helpless 
creature. Here, alone in this dark garage, out of sight and sound of anyone 
else in the world, she was indeed afraid. 

Using her own tongue, she did her best to try and thrust that of the man 
back into his own mouth. Ambrose smiled, taking this as a positive response, 
so he continued lapping and licking. The taste of alcohol on his tongue and 
his breath made Amanda feel he wasn't merely violating her lips and mouth, 
he was ravaging and scouring them as he robbed her of the dignity he had 
been unable to take from her when he had forced her to suck his cock, 
earlier. 

She quivered with fear, listening to the way the man hungrily moaned into 
her mouth, his hand pawing at the rear zipper on her blouse. More terrified 
than ever, the redheaded girl began writhing that much harder, but the man, 
like a powerful ursine monster, was now totally surrounding her, almost 
suffocating her as he finally pulled down the zipper. 

Pushing her away from him for a moment, he yanked her blouse out of her 
skirt, even as she futilely tried scratching his hands with her manicured 
fingernails. He pulled hard, forcing her to lift her arms and he was yanking 
the blouse over her head. Now Amanda felt tears of terror, and she began 
crying. She tried controlling herself, knowing it was the alcohol making the 
man do these things and not the man's own will, but she was unable to stop 
crying. She was even more distraught when he reached behind her and undid 
the snaps on her brassiere. 

Her head was swimming and she almost fainted, sparklers of horror flickering 
and flashing through her quaking brain as the man's working fingers made 
short work of the brassiere, tossing it into the front of the car, on the 
floor. His hands engulfed her passion-swollen breasts, his fingers rolling 
the nipples, firmly pinching them, forcing them to stand up against their 
own free will. For Amanda suddenly realized that much as she hated being 
used this way, the mere touch of this man's hands was enough to cause 
arousal to flare through her shuddering body. She was more of a captive to 
him than even he realized. 

The man's hungry lips soon followed where his slenderly questing fingers had 
been, his hungry mouth just managing to gobble up her entire right breast. 
He tugged the spongy nipple into the depths of his own gullet, enjoying the 
way it slid across the roof of his mouth while his teeth chewed into her 
areola, and then his tongue washing it as he all but totally consumed the 
mammary. 

All this time, Amanda was beating at his head with her clenched fists in a 
vain attempt to free her breast from the clamp that was his mouth. His teeth 
sank deeper and deeper into the fullness of her mammary, and when his mouth 
withdrew, there was a ring of teeth marks around the breast. He followed up 
by attacking the left breast, treating it in precisely the same manner, 
trying to swallow it down as if it were some gourmand's feast. 

Amanda cried out, aware that the knowledge that this was his mouth caused 
arousal to build high in her even though she was terrified of him. She dug 
her hands into the man's sandy hair while he continued devouring her tender 
flesh. She tore at the hair in an attempt to make him lift his head. But his 
mouth remained firmly clamped on the pap. 

He finally all but ripped his face from her fascinating white breasts and 
slammed his mouth against her lips again, slavering all over her. She 
struggled harder, aware that his hands were now at the top of her skirt, and 
when he started pulling it down, he also pulled her panties down along with 
it. Where it had seemed totally natural to be naked in front of him earlier, 
it now appeared obscene. He pulled everything from her, tossing it onto the 
floor in front, and now she was totally naked as his weight pressed against 
her, keeping her pinned as his lips sucked at her mouth. When he lifted his 
mouth from hers, she tried wedging her legs between them, using them to pry 
him away from her. He pushed them out of the way in a contemptuous manner, 
snapping, "Wassa matter, honey? You think that virgin cunt of yours is too 
damned good f someone like me? I'm too short, or too ugly, or something else 
not good enough for that hot pussy of yours? Well, I'm better'n anyone else 
you're ever gonna let fuck you, honey. At least when I pump into you, honey, 
you'll come. You think I didn't know that you came, before? If sucking on 
the old dingus is gonna make you come, then you can 

'magine what's gonna happen when I cram it into that twat of yours." 

"I didn't take my pill today," she told him. "You'll make me pregnant." 

"S'that a fact," he muttered. "If your a virgin, why'd you be takin' pills 
in the first place?" 

"Just in case someone like you comes along and rapes me!" she gasped. 

"Well, then, see, all that pill-poppin' wasn't in vain. But I tell you what. 
After I've finished fuckin' you, and I let you go back inna house, you tell 
me what kinda pills you take, and I'll get some from the local pharmacy." 

"Somehow that doesn't give me any kind of reassurance," Amanda insisted, 
shuddering. 

"Face it, honey, you're going to be fucked." 

He kissed his way down her slender throat, his mouth once again covering 
each of her breasts in turn, sucking on them as he flattened her out so that 
her head was resting on the rear seat. And she lay across the car in such a 
way that her legs, had they been longer, might have touched the steering 
wheel. He kissed his way down her flat stomach, and Amanda stared at the top 
of his head in the darkness, wondering why he didn't power himself into her 
and get the rape over and done with. What was on his befuddled mind? 

Tantalizing thrills of uncontrolled desire began building up in spite of the 
detestation she had felt, for his head was away from hers at the moment, and 
she no longer smelled the alcoholic fumes. Arousal was building higher and 
higher inside her, and Amanda realized she was beginning to respond to the 
erotic feelings within. She quivered, wondering why she was permitting 
herself to react to his kisses in spite of the fact that he was hell-bent on 
hurting her, fucking her in an embarrassing way and degrading her. Was she 
really as wanton as she seemed? 

The realization of what was happening suddenly hit home with jarring force. 
Now he was going to do to her what she had done to Ruth. She was going to 
discover what it felt like to have a mouth pressed to her cunt. He, in his 
drunken state of mind, was under the impression she was feeling all the more 
humiliated at having to spread her thighs while his eyes and his mouth 
lavished themselves on it. Perhaps the only thing about this idea that she 
didn't like was the fact that his mouth still had the taste of alcohol in 
it, and he was going to deposit some of that residue in her cunt when he 
licked her. Yes, she wanted to feel a mouth on her cunt, but not this way. 
She wanted a clean mouth. 

Amanda tried grabbing Ambrose's ears in a futile attempt to yank his head 
away. She stared at the blackness of the car ceiling in the hope of being 
able to control the wantonness inside her. He was sliding his hands under 
her thighs, lifting them literally tossing them over his shoulders so that 
her pounding heels were hitting his back. 

Her eyes were glazed as she continued tugging on his ears, but the man 
refused to respond. Then his head dipped lower and his tongue shot straight 
out like that of an adder, as if using it as a heat-seeking device, and she 
felt his thin, slavering mouth pressed against the inner part of her right 
thigh. His lips slowly began kissing their way higher, aiming for the 
ultimate area of delight between the lovely red-headed woman's thighs. 

Amanda let her mind drift back to that night when her own mouth had been 
pressed against the divided juiciness that was Ruth's womanly vessel. She 
remembered how the lovely blonde woman had writhed and squirmed, her thighs 
tightening around her neck as she underwent uncontrollable ecstasy. But Ruth 
had wanted it, had looked forward to it. She might have felt the same way 
but for the knowledge this man wasn't doing it to give her pleasure, but 
merely to demoralize her. Sex was supposed to be something wonderful, not 
disgusting. 

She had to get away from him, somehow. But before she was able to move, his 
hands began gripping her buttocks firmly, as if they were handgrips meant to 
be squeezed. Her mind wanted to reject this because it was the alcohol 
making him do this and not the desire for her. Yes, yes, now she understood 
why she hadn't been afraid, earlier. In his lasciviousness, the man had 
still let her know he felt desire for her. He wanted her. That was the 
reason why she had been unable to make herself feel fear in spite of the 
disgraceful way he had forced her to suck his cock. He had come seeking her 
out. He had wanted to expressly feel her mouth. It had been impossible for 
her to reject a man who especially wanted her. But now? Now it had nothing 
to do with want. Now he was out to humiliate, to hurt, to degrade. Now he 
was out strictly for himself with no thought for her other than shame and 
degradation. He didn't care that the cunt he was about to kiss belonged to 
Amanda Rose. Any cunt would have done. At this moment, in his drunkenness, 
he wasn't shaming Amanda, but rather he was shaming any woman who happened 
to be handy. 

But even as her mind attempted to reject what he was doing, her body was 
accepting it. She actually felt as if her cuntal labia were puckering in 
anticipation of the ultimate soul-kiss he was about to place on them. She 
wondered if the man would actually kiss her down there. Though Ruth had 
conned her into doing it, she wondered if men really did do these things to 
women, or was it merely something lesbians did to one another? 

Shuddering, tingling currents of wanton electricity were sizzling from her 
toes and shooting along the entire length of her quivering young body. She 
turned and twisted and jerked and quivered, her bouffant red hair whipping 
wildly this way and that. Lightning had blasted through her as the powerful 
man's pursing lips pressed themselves to the soaking outer lips of her 
vagina. Her head snapped back and she thrust forward with her hips, her body 
reacting automatically without her mind instructing it, and her grip on his 
ears tightened all the more. Though she wanted to yank him away from her, 
all she somehow or other succeeded in doing was tugging his face that much 
deeper into her simmering womanly crypt. 

"Aaaaaaiiiiiiyyyyyeeeeeaaaggghhh!" she shrieked, as the tips of his sharp 
teeth began nibbling away at the sodden lips of her dribbling vagina. He 
chewed, but didn't actually cut into the labia, themselves as he sucked. 
"Ohhhhhhh . . . Godddddd . . . Mr. Wallace . . . ohhhhhhhhh. . . . pie 
eeeeee ase . . . hhhhaaannn-nghhh . . . stop . . . ooonnnnhhh.. . . " 

It was fantastic! It was the single most wonderfully thrilling, unbelievable 
sensation she had ever felt. This was incredible! Amanda had never know such 
feeling existed, and she'd had no idea how deep any kind of feeling ran. 
Now, for the first time, she was fast becoming aware that sensation was 
something totally overpowering. Even the wonderful orgasms she'd had earlier 
hadn't prepared her for something as marvelous and fantastic as this. 

She was gasping for breath as he pulled his face away, and she fervently 
wished he would return to it as quickly as possible. For a moment she feared 
he was finally coming to his senses and he was realizing that what he was 
doing was not degrading to her as much as it was to him. But a moment later 
she realized he had stopped only long enough to catch his breath. He was 
panting heavily, and had it not been so dark inside the car, she would have 
seen the man was blue in the face from lack of air. Her own head was pressed 
against the rear seat back, rolling from side to side, her cheeks rubbing 
against the real leather seat covers. 

The feeling had been unparalleled. Nothing she had ever known had compared 
to it. No wonder Ruth had conned her into doing this. Her one feeling at the 
moment was disappointment because the man had stopped. Yes! Yes! A mouth 
against her cunt was indeed the wildest, most wonderful feeling she had ever 
known. But even as she thought all this, she also remembered Ruth telling 
her there was no substitute for a good, solid cock. It offered even more 
pleasure, yet Amanda wondered how was it possible for anything to feel 
better than this? 

She was just starting to catch her own breath when she felt the lips of 
Ambrose Wallace at the top of her nest of red, sparse pubic curls. She 
gasped as his tongue licked its way straight down through the fiery forest, 
reaching into the pink dell, and then beyond. Once again her head slammed 
backward, and all shame, all sorrow, all misery was forgotten for the 
moment. All that really mattered was what she was feeling. The sensation so 
totally overwhelmed her helpless young body, she completely lost control of 
her inner emotions. Her buttocks, wild and uncontrolled, bounced rapidly 
against the leather seat in spite of the stickiness of her perspiration 
trying to make her adhere to the bottom. Each time her ass lifted from the 
leather seat, there was a tearing sound, as if her flesh had been ripped rom 
the seat. 

As vibrant tongue continued washing through the shuddering center of he 
quaking body, she wondered if her mother had ever experienced something like 
this. But of course her mother had. Her father always made all kinds of 
allusions to oral sex, jokingly of course, before the bottle had gotten 
total control of him. No wonder she was as anxious as Amanda to live by 
herself. The woman felt, and rightly so, that she was entitled to a certain 
amount of pleasure, and that pleasure would be inhibited as long as she, 
Amanda, remained in the same apartment with her. 

Amanda believed flames were shooting from the depths of her searing cunt 
like fire coming from the mouth of a mythical dragon each time the handsome 
man's slender lips pressed themselves against her hot, feminine convexity. 
She repeatedly continued her bouncing, her buttocks moving uncontrollably, 
her body feeling more and more sensation, making her that much more aware of 
what "good" felt like. At least her conscience was clear. She hadn't asked 
for any of this. It had been foisted upon her, so at no time in the future 
would she have to berate herself for luring a man into doing something like 
this to her. 

But even as she thought all this, Ambrose Wallace's tongue became the first 
male instrument not counting his fingers to actually touch her tender, 
seething vaginal labia, and then the tongue was spearing between them and 
touching the little pink nodule at their apex. The instant his tongue 
scrubbed her clitoris, Amanda felt she had died and gone to heaven. Her 
heartbeat seemingly stopped, and breath seemed to be driven from her 
trembling body by the energetic response of her vibrating clitoris as it 
leaped completely to attention, demanding it be treated in more of the same 
manner. 

Because he had known women had initially been interested in him for his 
money rather than for himself alone, Ambrose Wallace had become a sexual 
artisan. He had painstakingly taken the time to perfect all of his sexual 
abilities until he had become a total master at the crafts of fucking, 
sucking, and touching. He was capable of tonguing and licking any vagina for 
hours on end, bringing a female to endless conclusions, each one a screaming 
climax. 

Alcohol had dulled more than common sense in Ambrose. It had also caused him 
to drop the guard he had initially put against the lovely young redhead. He 
was allowing himself to give vent to the full range of his emotions, and as 
a result, the emotions were taking total control of him as never before. He 
was licking her cunt for a number of reasons. He had initially started doing 
so simply because it had pleased him to do so. He always believed in "taking 
a sniff and a taste" before actually plunging into a woman. But after a 
while, he lapped because he knew he was giving her pleasure, and for some 
reason, his dulled senses ached to please this female. 

But now the time had come to really fuck her. Many was the experienced pussy 
who claimed she was incapable of climaxing because her cunt had been 
stretched too wide to be touched by a cock on all four walls at once. 
Ambrose Wallace had proved his horse-cock was big enough to do the job. 

Now he had a virgin before him, and she was a tiny virgin at that. The 
sadist in him wanted to stretch her cuntwalls wide, but it was another 
emotion in him that decided he had to fuck her, for he already knew though 
this was to be his first time into the well, it would definitely not be his 
last. Virgin? Of course! His semi-drunken mind reasoned she was a virgin 
because her cunt had been reserved strictly for his cock. If it was to be 
used by any other cock, it would only be with his consent. At the moment, 
his was the only cock about to invade her womanly territory. He was going to 
sink the full length and breadth of it into her narrow little well, and he 
had a feeling she was going to take every bit of it. Hell! She was a human 
doll. Her cunt had to be narrower than any he had ever known. He was going 
to have the delightful enjoyment of measuring precisely how tight she was 
inside, as well as how deep she ran by applying his flesh ruler to her 
cuntal vault. What was more, he wasn't going to inch his way in. He was 
going to slam his cock into her cunt with all the force he was capable of 
mustering. Let the bitch realize what it was like to be fucked by a real 
man. Then, when she was fucked by other men.. . . No! He refused to even 
countenance such a thought. 

Ambrose pulled his light-red, short-cropped head from the lovely Amanda's 
lap, then sat back on his knees. He unzipped his pants and tugged them, 
along with his underpants, down to his knees. Then he fell back on his 
buttocks and pulled them off, pulling off his shoes at the same time. 
Returning to his knees as Amanda lay there out of breath, he took the time 
to pull of his shirt and undershirt. 

Amanda was panting heavily. Her body was screaming for an orgasm, and she 
dared not move for fear of losing the heightened sensations she was already 
feeling. 

Looking through the windshield of the car, she was able to see out the 
windows of the garage, and off to the left, over the beach, a half-moon was 
in the process of rising. At the angle at which it hung in the sky, it threw 
light into the car onto the lower half of Ambrose's body as he remained 
kneeling in front of her. In the silver wash, his penis stood out like a 
glittering, vibrant staff with an amethyst tip. 

Amanda was suddenly snapped back to reality. The simple facts were, she had 
been resting herself on the beach in the shade of her umbrella, a strong man 
had come along, she had foolishly allowed him to lure her to his house, and 
here, he had raped her mouth, gotten himself dunk, and was in the process of 
devirginizing her. That huge penis, which had almost strangled her half to 
death, was about to penetrate her vagina if she permitted it, was going to 
cause her one hell of a lot a pain before bringing her any pleasure, 
assuming it did bring her pleasure. In the light of the moon she had never 
seen anything so huge. It resembled a baseball bat. What was more, the organ 
looked to be alive, filled with an existence of its own, an everlasting life 
a life that would continue even if the man, himself, died. Yes, at this 
moment it looked like it would live forever, to punish her for having 
allowed herself to enjoy it when it had been used to chastise her, earlier. 
She was depraved, because only a depraved person would enjoy being pierced 
in the gullet with such a monstrosity. This man torturing her was a sick 
man, a troubled man, and if she were any kind of decent human being, instead 
of going along with him and playing his insane games, she would try and find 
some way to help cure him. Amanda felt her own sanity starting to slip away, 
and she tried cowering, rolling her body into a tiny ball in the far corner 
of the rear seat. 

"No!" she shouted as loud as she was able. 

Her shout didn't amount to much. It was trapped in the confines of a 
soundproofed car which, in turn, was in a garage beneath the ground of a 
soundproofed house. "No! Oh Mr. Wallace, no! It was bad enough to have done 
what you forced me to do earlier. But this . . . this is obscene. You know 
how tiny I am down there. You'll rip me apart. I'll never be able to take 
the whole thing inside me. You're much to thick. Don't do this!" 

"No?" Ambrose asked, smiling calmly at her in his half-drunken state. He was 
calm, relaxed as he stared at her completely naked form, the moonlight 
coming from behind him also touching her. "What do you mean, no? There isn't 
a word like that in your vocabulary as long as you're with me. That word has 
no meaning as far as I'm concerned. When I tell you to do something, you 
say, 'Yes, Mr. Wallace, of course Mr. Wallace.' Anything else'll get me 
mad." 

His hands moved across the car to where she lay, caressing her very gently, 
forcing her, against her will, to slowly unwind her body. She tried 
shrinking from him, wanting to feel afraid of him, but instead continuing to 
feel the pervading warmth he had initiated in her when he had first started 
licking her vagina. Little by little he straightened her body out. 

Ambrose's drunken mind was unable to understand why he was being so tolerant 
off this particular girl. He usually was belting them around by now, 
overpowering them, slapping their faces and their asses, making them grovel 
and enjoying every bit of it. Why didn't he feel the urge to make this one 
grovel? An hour ago, when he had been a bit more drunk, he might very well 
have belted her. But now he didn't feel like hurting her. He was feeling 
more and more as he had earlier in the day. 

"Mr. Wallace, please . . . let's go into the house," Amanda pleaded. "I'll 
do anything you want in there, but don't make me feel like a common trollop 
by doing something to me here in the back of a car." 

Ambrose realized he was losing control of the situation. He had to do 
something in a hurry or eventually he would not only lose control, her would 
lose Amanda. He was startled to realize he didn't want to lose Amanda. He 
had no idea why she was special to him, but she was. He had to keep her. 

He had to make her understand he was master of this situation or he would 
never be able to hold his head up again. So he smiled at her as wickedly as 
he was able to under the circumstances, all the tenderness and patience gone 
from his voice and manner as he decided to make her think he would really 
harm her if she didn't obey, even if he had no intention of doing so. She 
was in his power, and she had to understand she would do what he pleased, 
when he pleased, where he pleased. 

"Now you listen to me, Amanda Rose," he said to her. I've decided I want to 
fuck you in this car, here and now. So you're gonna lie right down here on 
this seat, and you'll spread your legs, and you'll fuck! What's more, I'm 
going to fuck you until that tender behind of yours digs a hole in the seat, 
and then . . . and then I'm going to fuck you some more. I intend fucking 
you all through the night, in here, upstairs, and even in the master 
bedroom, where I've never fucked another woman before in my life. What's 
more, you're going to love every last little bit of it. By the time I'm 
through with you, you'll come crawling to me, begging me for more. But when 
you do, I'm going to ignore you, Amanda, just as I've ignored the countless 
other cunts I've known. You're good for a night, maybe a week or two, and 
then, off you go." 

"Poor Ambrose," Amanda murmured genuinely feeling sorry for him. "That you 
should have to sink to this. If you're only one-tenth as good as you say, 
you'd never have to resort to force." 

"Damn you!" Ambrose snorted, his hand suddenly gripping her throat. "Who the 
hell d'you think you are, analyzing me this way? Damn you to hell, Amanda 
Rose. The time for talking is past. The time for fucking has begun." 

Amanda automatically moved one of her arms across her breasts to cover them. 
For a brief instant he had sparked fear inside her. Now he was looming over 
her, looking like some giant specter about to pounce on her as he hovered 
there. Her other hand slid between her thighs to cover her vaginal mount, 
not only from his eyes, but from his hands, and from that massive instrument 
of his, as well. 

But his hand was already reaching down and covering her hand, slowly pulling 
it aside, his strong knees moving between her own slender young thighs. The 
man's immense strength was making itself known as he leaned forward and 
carelessly flipped her two arms to her sides, positioning her so she lay 
with her head against the rear seatback, her buttocks forward, and her 
stretched-out feet once again resting on his shoulders. She knew if she 
tried to pull them away, he would merely hoist them right back up. 

Dear God! Amanda thought. He's probably the most marvelous man I've ever 
know, and if lean get him to stop drinking.. . oh.. . he's going to do it! 
He's going to . . . f-fuck me. That impossibly thick, long ramrod will never 
fit inside me. But he won't let go! He knows I'm a virgin, that I've never 
had a penis inside me before. He might kill me with that.. . thing of his. 
No! No, he won't kill me. He's not the type to really harm anyone. 

Roughly, as if to emphasize his mastery over her, Ambrose tugged her slender 
thighs as wide apart as possible while still keeping her knees on his 
shoulders. Moving forward while on his knees, he let his swinging cock 
hammer wildly against the insides of her tantalizing thighs. With the 
moonlight pouring in over his shoulder, Amanda was able to see the rich 
purple hue of his penile head. In the silver moonlight it almost looked 
black. 

"Ambrose," she said softly, "please don't do this. You're hurting yourself 
as much as you are me." 

"Sure I'm hurting myself," he nodded. "There's no pleasure in this. I'm only 
doing it because this is painful. I relish pain. I hate pleasure. So I'm 
causing the both of us untold agony here and now." 

He pushed his knees firmly into the seat between her slender thighs, his 
knees forcing them to remain wide apart. Even though it was dark where his 
body shadowed what he was doing, he was still barely able to make out the 
outline of her cunt and her buttocks. The man grinned his partially drunk 
grin as he spread his weight on top of the slender Amanda, saying, "I've 
been told you don't have a hymen. You have no idea how lucky you are. That's 
one helluva lot of pain you'll be spared. Honey, you're about to be plugged 
as few women in this world really have been. Few, that is, in comparison to 
how many women there are in the world, not few in number, though. I have a 
feeling you're going to be the best lay I've ever had." 

Amanda writhed a bit as the massive, swollen, rubbery head of the man's 
monstrous penis slipped between her tender thighs and settled against her 
wetly shining cuntlips, resting there for a long instant. Then, with 
infinite patience, the man gripped his penis and began rubbing the tip of it 
up and down, up and down, wedging her inner labia the least little bit 
apart. He felt her crisp vaginal hairs tickling the head of his penis as it 
began denting her inner labia inward. 

"Uuuuunnnhhh!" she gasped. "God! Ambrose, Mr. Wallace, don't do this to me. 
Don't you understand, you're drunk, now. Sober, you wouldn't do something 
like this. You hate to admit it, but you have a conscience, and if you do 
this, you'll feel anguish for the rest of your life." 

"I'm getting more and more sober with every passing minute," he gasped, 
feeling the wetness of his own lubrication mixing with the salivary deposit 
he had left in her cunt, added to the heavy outflow of her own oils, giving 
his cock all the greasing it would need for total penetration. "Now you 
might be right about me being sorry for all this, afterward, but I'll be 
just as sorry if I don't do it. I'd rather be sorry for something I've done 
than for something I didn't do. So make up your mind to it, I'm going to 
fuck you NOW!" 

Without another word, he tightened his buttocks, bunching his thigh muscles 
as he cocked his hips, then he rammed forward with all his strength, pushing 
into the wedge opening of her narrowly tight little vagina. 

It hurt! 

As far as Amanda was concerned, the pain of the vaginal tissues, being 
widened as never before, was agonizing. It hurt like it ought not to, and 
she groaned, trying to keep her lips clamped tightly shut. Crying out would 
have one of two effects, neither of which she wished to give. Crying out 
meant she would either make ham sadistically happy, which she had no desire 
to do, or it would dig into his subconscious and cause him later anguish, 
which, for some strange reason, she also didn't wish to do. But she felt as 
if a white-hot bar of pure metal was being forced into her vagina, tearing 
directly into her innards. The massive penis seemed to open her up, ripping 
her flesh, cutting through her back wall, her belly and her chest, moving up 
into her gullet intent on coming out of her mouth. Her vagina felt torn, 
shredded, spread as wide as the Grand Canyon, and she was certain the 
penetration of Ambrose Wallace's pulsing cock had broken her pelvic bones, 
as well, tearing her flesh, cutting through her muscles, making certain she 
would never again be able to walk. Her breath was wheezing out of her in 
agonizingly short pantings as she felt the massively swollen cock enlarging 
in her interior tunnel, coated with blood she was certain came from tissues 
he had ripped on the way in. 

In actuality, the hard cock had only penetrated three inches into her, and 
now Ambrose relaxed, allowing that part of his cock in her seething tunnel 
to rejoice in the fantastic tightness of her crushing inner pressure. 
G-o-o-o-o-o-ddddd it was a tightness the like of which he had never felt 
from another vagina. Oh, Lord! Was she ever compressing his cock in there. 
It was as if he were trapped in an ever-contracting vise. It squeezed his 
cock to the point where it seemed to threaten to suck all the semen from his 
prostate in a single tumultuous explosion. 

Ambrose Wallace had never felt so overwhelmed with sensation in his entire 
life. He was aroused with overpowering heat the like of which he hadn't 
known since the first time he had fucked a woman. That time it had been a 
woman he had thought he'd loved. Since then, he had never again made the 
mistake of believing himself in love with a woman, but the effect of this 
cunt on him was the same as that initial cunt, and he was worried about 
having a premature ejaculation. Hell! That first time, it had all been so 
new to him, but at no time had he ever felt such powerful tightness as he 
felt at this moment. Jesus! She had a crease that was a crusher. She was so 
tightly fastened around his throbbing organ he knew if he didn't have the 
full length of his throbbing cock solidly buried in the fuming center of her 
he would go out of his mind. So he took a deep breath, clenched his buttocks 
tightly together, and riding on the added lubrication emitted by her own 
internal self, pushed his pulsing cock deeper, deeper, deeper, sinking it 
further into her, pushing it slowly forward into her tightly resisting 
pocket until he had wriggled every last little millimeter into her. 

"Owwwww aaaggg hhh . . . n-o-o-o-o-o . . . pie eee-eee aaaaase.. . it hurts, 
it hurts!" the lovely redheaded girl screamed. 

The agony of the follow-up assault was no less painful for Amanda but it was 
a different kind of agony for the petite young lady. She had never been 
stretched before, certainly not this wide, and she felt unadulterated 
physical agony as the massively thick phallus slid past her cervix in its 
complete penetration of her vagina, widening and spreading the tubing of her 
clutching vaginal membranes, stretching her helplessly tormented body and 
pressuring her interior. 

Amanda, who had always been the soul of sanity and reason itself, had almost 
fled into the world of insanity to escape this torture, but after a moment 
felt her sanity returning, and with it, there was new and vivid pain, agony 
that flooded her tormented mind as well as her tantalizingly slender body. 
As she lay there, she contemplated some kind of revenge for this latest 
indignity performed on her person. 

Until he had done this to her in the car, she had felt sorry for him. No, 
she had felt much more for him. 

Amanda had actually felt herself attracted to him. In a way she was still 
attracted to him, but she hated him nonetheless. In fact, her attraction to 
him made her hate him that much more. He had perpetrated an outrage on her 
womanly dignity as person to take revenge on anyone. To preserve her sanity 
she had to come to grips with the fact that for the first time in her young 
life a massive penis was solidly buried in her teeming center. She was no 
longer a virgin in any sense of the word, and except for the temporary agony 
she was undergoing, it really wasn't going to change her in any way. 

The thick penis felt as if it had been buried hundred of feet deep inside 
her, and there was simply nothing for her to do to resist the throbbing 
length of human penetration. Eventually he would be finished, and the pain 
would go away. 

"Uuuuumphhhhh! she grunted. 

It was pulsing and hammering away inside her teeming young body, the 
thickness swelling and receding as he continually flexed it, creating the 
impression he had drilled a jackhammer into her. It was pounding insanely 
away within her, as if keeping beat with the pulsations of his pounding 
heart as he pressed his muscular body all the more firmly against her 
slender feminine loveliness. She was perspiring very heavily,and it was her 
breasts which seemed to be taking most of his weight, as she felt them 
pushed and flattened against her body. His throbbing organ was buried as 
deeply as possible inside her, and with each pulsation it felt as if new 
pinnacles of pain were being brought to life inside her close feminine cave. 

It was almost amusing, and if it weren't so agonizing, she would have 
laughed about it. He had besmirched her honor. In this day and age no woman 
was virginal, certainly not in her twenties, so Amanda really didn't think 
too much about it. Still, it would have been nice if she had been able to 
save her virginity for the man she loved, even if he might not end up being 
the man she would one day marry. Then another thought occurred to her. How 
would she know she loved a man unless she played the two-backed beast with 
him? 

Aloud, she said, "Well now, you must feel pretty macho, having raped a 
helpless virgin. How does it feel to put your masculine strength against a 
helpless girl incapable of fighting back?" 

She found herself panting heavily. Each gasp seemed to coincide with a 
pulsation of his penis inside her vagina. 

"Helpless?" Ambrose laughed. "Where in the name of God did you ever get the 
idea you were helpless? It's you helpless women who eventually gain control 
over the strongest of men. Hell! If there's one thing I've learned in this 
world it's that there's no such thing as a helpless woman. The prettier you 
are, the more powerful you are, and Amanda, let's stop kidding ourselves. 
Rated that way, you're going to wield one helluva lot of power." 

He was rasping into her ear as he spoke, his teeth nibbling and chewing on 
her earlobe, his hard body spreading itself over her slender form so that 
she felt totally overwhelmed by his physicality. 

"The hardest part is over with, Amanda" he continued. "You were sure as hell 
a virgin, all right. But that obstacle is out of the way once and for all. 
I'll tell you this, though. You're so damned tight inside, the next guy to 
penetrate you.. . . " 

He stopped, and Amanda, even in pain, was curious what he was going to say. 

"What about the next man to enter me?" she asked. 

"No!" he snapped shaking his head. "If anyone else ever fucks you, at least 
in the near future, it'll have to be on my say-so. You're mine, Amanda, mine 
for as long as I want you." 

"From what you've told me, you tire of women pretty quickly." 

"I have a feeling I'm not going to tire of you for a long time to come," he 
said, and though the smell of whiskey was still on his breath, there was no 
doubt that he was almost completely sober by now. 

"If you continue drinking like that, you'll have to rape me every time, 
because you sure as hell won't have me willingly, otherwise," she insisted. 

"Are you telling me you'd be willing if I didn't drink?" he asked. 

"All I'm saying is, I'll definitely be unwilling as long as you do drink," 
she reiterated. 

"I see," he nodded. "Well, I'll worry about the next time, the next time. As 
for now, well things'll be getting good for the both of us just about now." 

With her battered mind having survived the bruising assault on her body, the 
beautiful young red-haired girl began to take inventory of her violated body 
as she lay impaled, staked like a vampire as it were against the fulcrum of 
her violator, spiked by a long, thick spear of strong, purple-topped flesh 
that felt so huge inside her, she felt as if Pike's Peak had been hammered 
into her. 

Inventory revealed to her that fact that her hot vagina had not, in spite of 
all initial feeling otherwise, been torn asunder. True it had been painfully 
penetrated, but she wasn't bleeding internally. All the fluid she felt 
within was lubrication, mostly her own, but with a goodly mixture of his, as 
well. 

The torment was beginning to fade more than a little by now, and the 
sensitive nerves buried in the depths of her womanly well, as well as at the 
entrance to her cunt were commencing to churn in a very unlady-like way as 
she realized she was beginning to feel sensations similar to those she had 
felt when she had been forced to fellate him earlier, and she had penetrated 
her vagina with her own finger. Only this time the feeling was considerably 
stronger than it had been, then. The pressure of his thick penis against all 
her inner walls at once was having a turmoiled effect on her. The agony was 
definitely disappearing, and more and more thrilling sensations continued 
building in her womanly interior. In fact, it was beginning to reach 
proportions similar to those she had felt when he had first applied his 
tongue to her clitoris. 

Her pelvic bones were not, as she had first thought, broken, for her lower 
body was already beginning to start rotating, turning, twisting, churning in 
an obscene revolving motion of lascivious invitation, moving as if her mind 
was no longer connected to her body, and her body was doing its own thing. 
She was aware of the fact that the movement of her body was inviting the 
thick root already buried deeply inside her to attempt even deeper 
penetration. What was more, her vaginal lips were beginning to feel tingles, 
and she realized her perineum was still definitely intact, as were her 
buttocks. In fact, she felt his testicles being cradled between the cheeks 
of her ass, those globes that protected her anus from the rest of the world. 

All in all, Amanda had to admit she would unquestionably survive this 
penetration of her helpless body. But that huge spike probing within her was 
causing even greater sensations. 

Ambrose was enjoying himself simply lying there, letting his hard cock soak 
in her cunt. Christ! Her pussy was so tight, he was certain her clinging 
walls had scraped off his outer layer of skin, and what was more, there was 
every chance she would scrape off additional layers of skin if he pumped his 
prick in and out of her oven. Hell! He had started out to fuck her, and fuck 
her he would, come hell, high water, or any other damned thing. He bunched 
his taut muscles together and forced his penis to swell even more thickly 
without trying to move it inside her. 

"Hhhhhaaaauuunnnngggghhh!" the lovely little redheaded young woman gasped. 

At first she thought she would feel more agony, and then, as the moments 
passed, she realized what she was feeling was definitely not agonizing in 
any way. Rather it was more of that good feeling, and she immediately began 
striving for more of it as the gigantic shaft in the tunneling depths of her 
hot cunt seemingly danced around inside and the dreadful, traitorous nerves 
of her inner womb responded without her mind telling them to do so. All four 
walls of her tightly clinging vaginal tunnel throbbed with the contractions 
of the pulsing cock, and her inner muscles began working for the first time, 
surrounding his organ even more tightly, applying pressure like a million 
tiny little caterpillars running up and down the massive cylindrical length. 

"You have the tightest cunt I've ever known," he gasped. "Jesus! You feel 
like the jaws of a snapping turtle inside. Honey, you and I are going to 
have us one big ball." 

"You've been trying to make me feel ashamed . . . uhhh . . . of myself ever 
since you brought me here," Amanda gasped. "Well, I have nothing for which 
to reproach myself," she insisted. "You go ahead and do what you want with 
me, but you won't make me feel guilty about it." 

"Guilty?" he smirked. "I told you, I don't want you feeling guilty. Enjoy, 
honey, enjoy. Keep on enjoying right up to the day I toss you out on your 
keester, then don't bother coming back to me, because I'll have moved on to 
other pastures." 

"You really have a way of making a woman feel good inside," she retorted, 
angry that he had to be sarcastic even now. 

Intent on enjoying her tight pussy to the utmost, the strong man pushed his 
two hands under her ass-cheeks, with her legs still on his shoulders, and he 
dug his fingers into the cheeks of her rounded behind. 

"Hhhhhaaauuuggghhh!" he gasped. "Jesus! I've never felt a cunt like this in 
my entire life. I think I might very well spend the rest of my life buried 
inside you, honey. The time has come for me to do some moving, and I'd 
advise you to move with me for maximum pleasure, honey." 

"Easy . . . hhh hhuuuu unnnng ggg . . . careful. . . " she gasped, unable to 
fight him as she decided to go along with her original idea of doing 
whatever it was he wanted to do and sparing herself any further grief and 
pain. Her body was already responding in a positive way no matter what her 
mind wanted, anyway. Her cunt slammed against his groin, thrusting upward as 
he powered downward. Her rotating, vibrating fuzz-covered pelvis was hitting 
against his with regulated rhythm as he began a vibrant thrusting into her 
vagina while the serpentine walls inside milked his phallic length in 
perfect rhythm to the pounding of both their hearts. 

Leaning down a little to gain more leverage, the handsome man opened his 
mouth and began to suck strongly on the swollenly pink-budded nipple of 
Amanda's right breast, pulling it deep into his mouth, and slavering all 
over it. His saliva seemed to cover all of her breast as he pulled it all 
the way into his mouth again and again. It was at that moment that he 
reached underneath and pressed a finger against the flower-like bud of her 
crinkled anus. 

A new and different, more outrageous pain blasted through Amanda Rose's 
helpless young body at this most recent violation of her tiniest, tenderest 
squirming innermost orifice, but the pain was almost something pleasurable, 
for Amanda felt it melt into the arousing thrills she was feeling in the 
crushing depths of her enclosing vagina. She felt herself starting to fuck 
with redoubled and renewed vigor, her body automatically responding to what 
was happening to it. 

"Hhh hhhuuu uaaann nngggh hh . . . oooonn nng-ggh hh . . . ggghhh hhhaaa 
nnnngg ghhh . . . hhhhaa aauuur rrrggg gnnnnn ghhhhhh.. . . " she gutturally 
gasped out loud, and she discovered her body was feeling sensations as it 
had never felt them before. She was alive with thrilled desire, moving 
uncontrollably, bucking insanely, bouncing maddeningly. It was happening. 
She was slowly building toward that ultimate sensation again. Though she had 
always been genteel and lady-like, Amanda knew this was not a time for 
gentility. Rather it was a time for honesty, and Amanda was nothing if not 
honest. 

"You've . . . uuuuunnnnhhh . . . violated me . . . ravaged me.. . hhh hhhuuu 
uunnnn ggghhh. . . raped me . . . ggg ghhhhu uuunnn ggghhh . . . pillaged 
me.. . . " she gasped between panting sighs of building lust. "You wanted.. 
. oooohh hhh . . . to fuck me so.. . uuunnn hhh . . . bad lyyyyy.. . hhh 
haaann nnhhh.. . so come on and do it right.. . nnn hhh . . . fuck me . . . 
fuck me.. . fuck me har rrrrd.. . fuck me deep.. . ggg ghhhha aaannn ggg hhh 
. . . fuck me again and again . . . fff hhhnnn nggghh hhhh . . . fuck up . . 
. ooo ooo-ooh . . . fuck up . . . ooo hhhh . . . fuck down . . . uuu nnnhhh 
hh . . . fuck around . . . fuck me inside out.. . and if I die, keep on 
fucking me afterwarrrrd. . . . " 

She was actually screaming at him, her voice the shrill scream of some 
creature totally unknown to her. Her innermost thoughts were being revealed 
to this monster as she reached up, surrounding his powerful body with her 
slender arms, arms coated with the lightest, fluffiest red lint. Her fingers 
clamped themselves to his back, digging in, cutting him with her nails, 
making half-moon little scars in his flesh, scars that filled with blood 
each time her nails moved to another part of his back. Soon she was not 
merely cutting into his back, but ripping the flesh, tearing it, making 
canals of blood. She soon had swaths cut from the nape of his neck down his 
spine. Her fingers cut into his buttocks, raking them, as well, as she urged 
his cock that much more deeply into her, making him pound faster and faster. 
Her body bounced in tandem with his. 

Ambrose's head was still down because his mouth was sucking on one of her 
breasts, heightening the feeling even more for her. But when he turned his 
face at an angle, she leaned up and forward and bit at his earlobe. 

The stocky, sandy-haired man continued plunging his prodigious penile pole 
of power into her tender vaginal vise, at the same time digging his fiercely 
churning finger into her anal depths, while chomping down on the nodding 
nodule of her nipple, causing her breasts to swell even more. At the same 
time Amanda gave some serious thought to chewing off the man's earlobe. 

Until now, Ambrose had always been good at holding his sperm in check. He 
always made the women come before he did in order to show them he was the 
lord and master, but with this woman it was different. He was going to come, 
and he was going to come hard. What was more, he wouldn't be able to hold 
himself in check. Not only that, but he didn't want to restrain himself. 
What he was feeling was too good. He had to keep going until he hit the top 
of the rainbow. Any pause, any slowdown would decrease the sensations for 
him, sensations far stronger than anything he had ever previously known with 
any other female. Her teeth in his earlobe made him speed up his violent 
thrusts and he fucked her that much harder. He moved his weighty penis in 
and out of her sucking tightness at a speed he would never have believed 
possible. Without thinking about her satisfaction in the least, he felt his 
own seed bubbling up, and he slammed his cock into her all the more 
violently. 

"UUUUUR RRRGGG GGHHHH LLLMMM MMH-HHH WWWWWA AAAUUU UUUHHH RRRRGG GGLLU 
HHHMMM MFFFFF FFAAAA GGGHHH HHLHHH WWWRRR GGG!" he gagged as he came, his 
mouth filled with the fullness of her rounded breast, the nipple reaching 
his throat. He fired one violent spurt of semen after another into her 
tender body. 

Even as he fired, his cock, still stiff, continued applying friction to her 
vaginal walls as his finger delved as deep into her rectum, and the lovely 
redhead realized her orgasm was overwhelming her. 

"AAAAAIIIIIIU UUU-YYY YYAAAAIIIIIIAAA-GGG GGGHHH AAAGGG HHHAAA HHHH HHH-AAA 
NNNGGG GGHUUU UUNNNG GGG-HHH HHHAAA HHHHHH!" 

As strong as her initial orgasm had been when he had forced her to suck his 
cock, it was mild compared to the towering charge that sizzled through her 
entire body at this moment. Amanda was unable to figure out prcisely what 
was happening. The blasting flashbulbs that went off behind her eyes, and a 
mounting pressure building up inside her head were so strong, she was afraid 
her brain would burst. 

The seething pressure clogged her throat, making her gag as if she still had 
a penis in her gullet. Then the feeling moved into the swells of her 
breasts, both of which felt as if lightning was radiating through the pink 
nipples. Then the mammaries felt as if they had exploded. Shudders rippled 
through her wantonly writhing flat belly, then moved into her womb, bursting 
through her vagina with uncontrollable, overpowering force. In fact, the 
force from her vagina was so great, it almost expelled the still-solid staff 
of the man's cock from her body. 

Not knowing what procedure to follow at this point, nor totally aware of 
what was happening, all Amanda was able to do was gasp and gaggingly cling 
to the man on top of her, even as he sought to try and pull out of her for 
fear of having his cock compressed into a flat piece of useless flesh. But 
Amanda wasn't letting go. Hell! He had taken her this far, and the two of 
them were going all the way. 

Her thighs wrapped themselves around his muscular body, and if her slender 
legs were unable to wind themselves all the way around the man, her heels 
reached his buttocks, and she kicked them much as a cowboy would dig spurs 
into the flanks of a horse. As a result, his body shuttled back and forth 
all the more quickly, thereby making his cock massage her helpless membranes 
already over-sensitive until the next orgasm, slightly less powerful, 
overcame her. This was followed in short order by a third, a fourth, a 
fifth, and then a series of minor climaxes so quantitative, she lost count. 
She finally ran out of breath and out of strength. Her weak thighs fell 
apart as she felt the last of his spurts inside her, and that was when she 
realized his penis had once again wilted and shriveled to nothingness. 

"Christ!" he gasped, staring down at her. "I've never know anyone like you. 
Never!" 

Then she passed out. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

When Amanda awoke, she found herself in the room where Ambrose had initially 
forced her to fellate him. The sofa-bed was open, and she realized she was 
lying on it. She had, in fact, slept the whole night through, and even at 
this moment felt exhausted. 

Closing her eyes, she let herself drift off again. She slept for quite a 
period of time, and when she awoke, the position of the sun told her it had 
to be somewhere near noon. 

Getting up, she discoverd a small bathroom nearby, and took care of all her 
needs, climaxing everything with a long, hot shower. Not once did it occur 
to her to be sorry for what had happened, other than to regret having to 
have felt so much pain at initially being stretched. Somehow she had the 
feeling that tight as she was, her membranes had acquired a greater 
elasticity, and in the future, the pain would be minimal, if it would exist 
at all. 

When she emerged from the bathroom, she found her way to the kitchen and 
there prepared a hot cup of tea while making herself some toast and 
margarine. She was washing the tea cup when she heard the font door open and 
close, and then Ambrose walked into the kitchen. "You passed out, last 
night," he told her. "I went and got your pills from your apartment, but I 
wasn't able to wake you to take one." 

"Too late now," she shrugged. 

"Well what the hell d'you want me to do?" he snapped. "Come on, blame me, 
tell me it was all my fault." 

"I don't have to tell you," she said. "You've already said it." 

"Well, I'm not apologizing," he insisted. 

"I didn't think you would," Amanda replied. "It would look rather ridiculous 
to apologize under the circumstances. I mean, it was an out-and-out rape. 
One almost never apologizes for something like that." 

"I suppose you're going to tell me you hated it," he said to her. 

"On the contrary," she told him. "I liked it very much, though it would have 
been better had it been less violent." 

"You bitch!" he snapped. "You know damn well you'd never have agreed to be 
fucked on such short notice. You're the kind of woman who has to date a man 
for a long time before you even let him cop a feel, much less do what I did 
to you." 

"Yes," she nodded. "What's more, I don't apologize for my lack of 
promiscuity. I know I'm your prisoner here, and I know you can force me to 
do it all over again, but that's the way it'll have to be every time. You'll 
have to force me from now on. I won't willingly do anything for you after 
what you did to me, last night." 

"Are you telling me you would have willingly fucked if I hadn't scared the 
hell out of you?" he challenged. 

"I'm telling you I have no respect for a man who drinks, and though I can't 
vouch for what I might have done had you been sober, I'll always be opposed 
to anything with a man who is drunk." 

"If I swore never to drink again?" 

"It's easy to talk," Amanda insisted. 

"If I threw out every bottle of liquor in the house," he pleaded. 

"Why?" she asked. "After all, I'm your captive, your slave. You can force me 
to do anything you want. Why make concessions to me?" 

"You're right!" he nodded. "You're goddamned right! I don't owe you shit, 
except that you're probably pregnant by now, carrying my kid in your belly." 

They fell silent after that, because it never occurred to either one to 
abort the child. But it was a silence Amanda knew she was winning. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

No other woman had affected Ambrose Wallace as this petite redhead. He had 
already thrown out all the booze, but he still refused to mellow in his 
attitude toward her, remaining surly, as if challenging her to make the 
first peaceful overture. In effect, he wanted her to let him know that his 
rape of her, both times, now had her approval. 

Amanda had no intention of sanctioning the horror he had put her through in 
the Rolls the previous evening. Granted, she did have feelings for him. 
Atone point it had been pure hate, but she realized the hate had stemmed 
from the fact that she had been emotional about him right from the start. 
Granted, it was possible to hate a man without liking or loving him, but in 
Ambrose Wallace's case, this just wasn't so. 

Had she merely hated what he had done to her the previous night, then she 
would feel dislike and indifference toward him, now. But she didn't feel 
that. On the contrary, she felt very strongly toward him, only she wasn't 
sure what direction these strong emotions were taking. 

Love was something that had never entered Amanda's life, and so she was 
unsure of what she was presently feeling, having nothing with which to 
compare these feelings. By the same token, she knew she did feel strongly 
about him. 

Ambrose, on the other hand, began hating himself. He was trying to gain this 
woman's approval. He was well aware that what he had done to her both times 
was wrong. But he had handled so many different women the same way and 
hadn't given a damn about them, after. Why would he care about Amanda Rose? 

He wanted her to like him. The only way for that to possibly happen would be 
if he took her back home. To do that would mean the possibility of losing 
her. There was also the fact that she was very probably pregnant, and a 
blood test could easily prove the child was his. She would drag him into 
court, and aside from his having to pay child-support, he might very well be 
charged with rape. 

Ambrose was at an impasse. As a result, he became angry again. No woman had 
a right to make him feel this way. 

Amanda was well aware of the way she was affecting him, perhaps because of 
the effect he had on her. She also saw the hard glitter return to his eyes. 
Where she had been sorry for him the first time, and afraid because of his 
drunkenness the second time, this time she began feeling angry. A mature man 
would face up to what he was feeling and try talking things out with her. 
But Ambrose obviously was either immature, or he lacked experience when it 
came to talking with women. But she knew that look, and it meant it was 
rape-time. 

"Well, what is it to be this time, my mouth or my vagina?" she asked, 
anticipating him. 

"You always have the answers, even before the questions are asked, don't 
you!" he snarled. 

"There seems to be one answer to any question in this house, and it always 
has to do with that piece of meat hanging between your legs," she replied, 
testily. 

"You're right," he nodded. "Satisfaction of my cock comes first and 
foremost. So you have a choice of either walking or being dragged." 

"Where? Back to the car?" 

"This time I'm going to give it to you nice and proper," he snapped. "Just 
so you have no complaints about where it's taking place, I'm going to fuck 
you in my private bedroom. But before you go getting any bright ideas, I'll 
tell you right now, I'm fucking you in the ass." 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Amanda was horrified. At the moment she lay on the bed in a gigantic 
bedroom. It was a massive bed, big enough to sleep as many as a dozen 
people, with custom-fitted sheets and imagine bedcovers. There were ceiling 
mirrors, wall mirrors, mirrors everywhere. 

Amanda didn't know whether this was becoming monotonous, ludicrous, and 
ridiculous, but she did know she didn't relish the idea of the man poking 
that thick log of his into her anus. His finger had found it difficult to 
enter when he had been fucking her cunt, the previous night. Her asshole was 
definitely tighter than her cunt, and her cunt had felt ready to be ripped 
apart when the thickness of his cock had stretched it. 

But even as she thought about all this, while Ambrose once again undressed, 
she knew she would have no choice but to submit. She also knew that if she 
allowed him to take her rectum without putting up a fight, he would be so 
unhappy, he would find some other means of taking advantage of her. 
Apparently he got some sadistic pleasure out of seeing her cry and scream. 
So the only intelligent thing at the moment would be to cry and scream no 
matter what she felt. Not that she doubted for a moment that his cock, going 
into her ass, would cause untold agony. But if she let him see what kind of 
pain she felt, it might please him enough to stop this torture of her. 

"Y-you're not really going to do it to me in the rear," she gasped. 

"You'd better believe it, bitch!" he snapped angrily, his anger directed 
more at himself for not being able to control his lust for her rather than 
actually being angry at her. If he felt any anger at her at all, it was 
simply for the reason that she emotionally affected him as no other woman 
had ever done. 

He stalked over to the bed where she lay, and grabbing her, he flipped her 
over onto her belly. Amanda was more aware than ever of how strong he was. 
She lay prone on the bed, filled with dual fear. She was afraid of what he 
was going to do to her, but she was even more afraid of the time when he 
became bored with her and wanted nothing more to do with her. She rose to 
her knees in an attempt to scramble across the bed. Her fingers gripped the 
satin bedspread, a spread that would probably cost three months of her 
salary as a teacher. Then Ambrose planted the palm of his hand in her back 
and held her down as if trying to squash a bug. She was pinned solidly to 
the mattress. 

Amanda hated the mixed emotions raging inside her. She knew the choices she 
had were not her own. She wanted to cry out to him, to tell him she loved 
him, but she was afraid he would snicker and tell her a multitude of other 
women had told him the same thing. At the same time, she wanted to take his 
cock into a part of her body where she was able to accept it lovingly. Her 
rectum was definitely not the place. Tears had proven an ineffective weapon. 
Letting him see them might provoke the animal in him even more, as it had 
done last night. 

Maybe all he wanted to do was fuck her cunt from a rear position. Maybe he 
would be content with that. After all, he kept calling her bitch. Maybe he 
wanted to fuck her like a bitch in heat. 

"You're one-hundred-percent mine, Amanda," he snorted. 

"Yes, yes, I know," she nodded. "I'm yours until you grow tired of me. 
You've already told me." 

"Except there's been a slight change, Amanda. I've decided I don't think 
I'll ever grow tired of you. I think I'm going to keep you with me, a 
prisoner in here, for a long, long time. Maybe I'll sire a whole football 
team of bastards with you." 

"Don't be ridiculous," she laughed, forgetting to humor him for the moment. 
"You'd never get away with it. People will come looking for me once the 
school term starts." 

"But they won't come to me," he snorted. "No one even noticed you getting 
into my car, yesterday. I like having you as my slave. I like making you 
understand my cock is your lord and master." 

Amanda weighed all of a hundred pounds, wringing wet, and Ambrose Wallace 
weighed half-again as much as she, only he was pure muscle. She didn't stand 
a ghost of a chance of getting away from him in this room. Each time she 
tried lifting her buttocks to gain some leverage, he smacked her behind 
again, until it got to the point where Amanda almost welcomed the hot, hard 
smack of his hand against her backside. 

She was provoking a strong streak of sadism in him, and she realized it when 
the man, instead of smacking her buttocks gently, lifted his hand and 
walloped her as hard as he was able on the delicious roundness of her 
tantalizing backside. He began raining a series of hard blows on her 
ass-cheeks, and she realized the man was getting a kind of thrill from 
causing her pain. 

"Stop it, damn you!" she snapped at him, angry that he was taking pleasure 
in causing her pain. 

What she didn't know was, his vibrant beating of her backside was not quite 
as pleasurable for him as she had believed. Each time he walloped her 
buttocks it was because of the feeling he had for her. He was trying to beat 
it out of himself by beating her. If he hurt her hard enough, maybe he'd 
stop feeling as strongly as he did about her. But with each wallop, the 
tears brimmed higher in his eyes as he realized that by torturing her, he 
was torturing himself. She gasped, but wouldn't cry out, and each gasp made 
him hate himself more, and thus hit her buttocks a little harder. Again and 
again he repeatedly spanked the pliant rubbery globes of her rounded ass 
cheeks until the flesh turned a bright red. As far as Ambrose was concerned, 
each blow was a blow against himself. As far as Amanda was concerned, he was 
a maniac who was obviously enjoying causing her pain. Each stinging slap 
made her grunt, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of crying out. 
Her heavy sobbing gasps rent the air, and had she not been so overcome with 
self-pity at that point, she would have realized there was another sound, a 
sound of the man softly weeping as he beat her. 

One of the reasons why Amanda didn't notice Ambrose's soft sniffling was her 
awareness of the mounting excitement in her body as his hand continued 
hitting her buttocks. The pressure intensified repeatedly with each 
shuddering blow of his smacking hand on the burning surface of her tender 
buttocks. Fingers of masochistic flame flared uncontrollably through her 
abused and beaten loins. Her father had never spanked her when she was a 
little girl, nor had her mother. This was the first really wicked beating 
she had ever received. It was extremely painful, but his punishing blows 
were far more than agony. They were satisfying some deep, hitherto hidden 
desire inside her, a desire of which she had been totally unaware until now. 

In his own agony at hitting Amanda, Ambrose had no idea of the wantonly 
perverse pleasure she was feeling because of the power of his blows on her 
backside. Had he understood he was bringing her pleasure while causing 
himself pain, he would have concocted some other devilish scheme to punish 
her. Yes, he was punishing her for making him feel as strongly as he did 
about her. 

For the moment though, he was only aware of his own out-of-control inner 
passion, a passion that mounted with his self-inflicted punishment. He felt 
an insatiable, overpowering need to inflict more pain on himself, by way of 
torturing the lovely redheaded woman. Most especially, he was very much 
aware of the insistent lurching of his impatient monolithic cock as it 
continually twitched. Without warning, he stopped beating her, and grasping 
an ivory ass-cheek in each hand, he then began to roughly tug the buttocks 
apart so that he was finally able to jab a forefinger against the puckered 
elastic opening that was her asshole. 

"Gonna show you!" he grunted, sobbing out loud. "Gonna show you by fucking 
my cock into that snooty little white ass of yours. This time I'm sending a 
sperm load into your belly. Maybe it'll come popping up outta your throat." 

Amanda knew it was going to hurt. But she also knew there was no way of 
deterring him. Even as she thought these things, another idea came to mind. 
He had fucked her mouth and her cunt, and now he was fucking her asshole. He 
was the only man to ever touch her, and he was fucking every usable orifice 
in her body, and it seemed to make her feel like a complete woman. If he 
hadn't used her rectum, somehow she would have felt something was missing. 
So in spite of the pain she knew she had to feel, deep down she wanted this. 
She wanted to be fucked in the ass, but only because he was the one doing 
it. 

Amanda wondered if she was a masochist. She ought to have felt revulsion at 
what the man was going to do, but she didn't. Rather she felt odd thrills 
and sensations building up inside her as her captor's rigid finger pressed 
itself between her buttocks, pushing at the forbidden orifice resting 
between her stinging ass-cheeks. Oh, Lord! What in heaven's name had come 
over her? Being with Ambrose, even being tortured by him, seemed preferable 
to the kind of life she had previously led. Where she had been in a hurry to 
escape Ruth after having been forced to lap her cunt, she found herself 
eagerly awaiting anthing Ambrose wanted to do to her. Even now, she was 
unable to hold back an involuntary quiver or the low moan that slipped from 
between her lips. 

Her torturer was so engrossed in what he was about to do, thinking only of 
his all-consuming anger, and anger precipitated by the fact that he hated 
himself for doing this yet was unable to keep from doing it he never noticed 
her soft groans as he pushed his finger gently forward. With cruel force, he 
shoved the digit into her, sinking it into the tightly resistant narrow 
little opening, gloating at the idea of making her scream again. The fact 
that she wasn't screaming now didn't disturb him. After all, he had fingered 
her ass last night when he had fucked her, and so her bottom was probably 
used to having a finger inside, But soon, very soon, he would apply his 
cock. 

Ambrose was on his knees behind Amanda at the moment, and he used his free 
hand to grip his aching cock and pull it back and forth as he pressed the 
head against the white-fleshed red-haired woman's crinkle while his finger 
remained locked inside. Her rectum gripped the finger tightly, and he 
proceeded to make her feel it by twisting it around and around, this way and 
that, feeling the tightness of her sphincter stretch as his finger remained 
locked inside. Her rectum gripped the finger tightly, and he proceeded to 
make her feel it by twisting it around and around, this way and that, 
feeling the tightness of her sphincter stretch as his finger moved it this 
way and that. The pain was overpowering again, because he was stretching 
her. Amanda sensed he wanted to hear her screams, as if they might soothe 
his own shattered nerves, and for some reason, she wanted to gratify him. 

"It hurts!" she gasped aloud. 

"Come on, you bitch!" he said with anger. "Fight me a little." 

Amanda knew her struggles would only make him pleased. There was virtually 
no opportunity whatsoever for her to escape. But she did all this because 
she knew it would keep him happy. Then he would fulfill her by fucking her 
ass. She kicked her slender legs and wriggled her lithe torso as much as 
possible, but he had planted a knee in her back to hold her down while 
moving his finger in and out of her narrow rectal interstice. There was very 
little pain, now. 

"So you don't like my finger in your ass, huh?" Ambrose snapped. "Well if my 
finger bothers you, we can go onto the next step and stuff what I originally 
promised you into that tight little asshole." 

He laughed, more to reassure himself than because of his sadism, and then he 
tugged his digging finger from her internal depths. Amanda felt cool air 
drift into her anal passage. 

"You've been trying to get up on your knees a dozen times," he snorted. 
"Fine! You do that! But this time you stay perfectly still!" 

Once again she rose to her knees. The front part of her body was balanced on 
her forearms with her whitely trembling buttocks waving in the air, like a 
come-on to him. 

This was the moment Ambrose had waited for. This was the time for him to 
fuck her in the ass. Yes, doing this would make him feel he had totally 
conquered her, just as he had conquered hundreds of other women . . even if 
she wasn't like hundreds of other women. But there was something about 
fucking her ass that would make him feel omnipotent, all powerful. 

Now! he thought. This was the time to fuck this snotty little redheaded 
bitch in her tight ass. Once and for all she was going to discover who was 
boss. 

Crouching behind the trembling woman, thinking she was trembling with fear, 
though the truth was she trembled with anticipation, he gripped his 
rock-solid staff and jerked it back and forth. The large, angry purple head 
seemed to enlarge and thicken even more, and the penis lengthened as well as 
thickened. 

Ambrose was grinning a wicked grin, anticipating this, feeling he would be 
punishing himself as well as her when he did this, and then maybe everything 
between them would be all right. With an animal-like growl, he arched his 
hips forward and rammed the blunted head of his blood-swollen cock against 
the tightness of her fear-clenched rectal opening. He attached with such 
power, such viciousness, applying so much strength and force as he drove 
forward, the frightened and anxious Amanda's arms buckled beneath her, and 
she fell forward on the mattress. Sharp, searing agony, the like of which 
made the invasion of her vagina seem gentle by comparison, tore through her 
shuddering body. Her mouth opened and all the breath was driven from her 
lungs as agony seemed to reach every extremity in her body. For a brief 
instant the physical pain was so overpoweringly intense, the lasciviously 
impaled woman thought she had actually been stabbed by a broadsword, and now 
she was dying, murdered by this man she had come to love. 

Yes, that was it! Amanda had to face the truth. She had fallen in love with 
a man who had brutalized her at every opportunity. She wondered if she was 
the one with the sick mind, willing to undergo this horrible torture and 
pain to please a man who apparently seemed to get his enjoyment merely from 
harming her. 

Ambrose continued wedging his thick phallic length ever deeper into her 
womanly narrowness. It was so terrifying the idea that she was so willing to 
give her body up to pain in order to please this man in every and any way, 
she wondered if she was crazy. Would her mind and body recover from all this 
once he turned her loose? Why had this happened to her of all people? She 
had been content to live her private, celibate, lonely life. She had asked 
nothing from anyone else, and had accepted nothing in return. Still, Ambrose 
had changed her life to where she knew she would never again be content to 
live as she had. The only question in her mind was, once Ambrose was done 
with her, would she be able to find someone else to fill her with the kind 
of thrills and pleasure he was giving her? 

The stretching penis hurt as it pushed deeper and deeper into her ass. She 
gasped, unable to help herself. 

"Shut up!" Ambrose cautioned. 

"Damn you! It hurts too much!" she told him. "Why are you so insistent on 
humiliating me this way? You're so huge. You'll rip my membranes apart and 
I'll bleed to death all over your bed." 

She attempted to shut her rectal muscles in order to keep him from sinking 
any further into her, but her muscular movement was all in vain. In fact, 
tightening her ass-cheeks as she did, all she succeeded in doing was causing 
herself more agony. There was no hope for her, not only in the physical 
sense, but there was no hope for her in every other way, because painful as 
all this was, she wanted him to continue, and she knew her telling him how 
much it hurt had only egged him on. 

Ambrose stared at the white roundness of her ass-cheeks, and he squeezed 
them, digging his fingers into the tensed flesh, gripping them firmly as he 
tightened his own muscles and shoved forward a bit more, pushing, cramming, 
ramming, plunging more of his cock into her anal fistula. The strong man's 
hands all but cut into the sensitive white flesh of the young redheaded 
woman's buttocks as he gripped her for even more support. The overpowering 
vise-like grip he had on her was so strong, his nails did to her rectal 
flesh what her nails had done to his back the night before. 

I'll show her, he thought. I'll show her and the whole world that aside from 
the fact that I'm king in my own castle, I don't need her. Once I'm finished 
with her, I'll get rid of her. It doesn't pay to get emotional over any 
cunt. 

The heavy, blood-bloated phallic pillar continued pushing its solid way into 
her narrow asshole inch by overpowering inch, sinking deeper and deeper 
until he finally had to ground in to the hilt. Amanda was frantic, now 
knowing if she wanted to escape all this, or wanted it to continue. Not that 
what she wanted mattered very much, but the fact was, her mind was still 
wrapped up with thoughts of trying to sort out what she felt toward Ambrose. 
She had admitted loving him, but what was the good of loving him if he 
didn't love her? For the moment the physical pain was becoming too much, and 
she clenched her eyes tightly shut while her mouth hung open as she gasped 
like a trapped animal. Oh, God! She did love him in spite of the agony! 

Ambrose realized he was getting the best ass-fuck of his life. Everything 
about this woman was in superlatives. She had the best mouth, the best cunt, 
and now the best asshole. He fucked into her slowly, aware his cock was 
still painful to her, somehow wishing he might be able to take the pain into 
himself, but knowing if he pulled his cock out now, she would lose whatever 
little respect she did have for him. He rammed his throbbing organ in and 
out of her rear tunnel, inflaming her dry rectal walls and stretching them 
to the absolute limit. Then he began speeding his cadent thrusts into her, 
almost sadistic in the way he pounded back and forth. He pumped his 
sweat-slick loins back and forth, back and forth against the woman's quaking 
body, his dangling testicles slamming with the same frenzied tattoo against 
the heated swampiness of her dripping vaginal opening. 

"Scream, damn you! Scream!" he shouted at her, wanting to hear her yells in 
order to reassure himself that he had once again mastered her. 

"Owwwwww!" Amanda shouted, finally, more to please him than to give vent to 
her own feelings. "You're . . . uuu nnnhhh . . . hurt innnggg mee ee . . . 
ooo oohhhhh . . . please . . . slow wwwerr rr . . . you're tearing me 
aparrrrrt.. . . " 

But as the moments passed, Amanda realized the man had become so engrossed 
in the way he was fucking her, he wasn't even listening to her screams. At 
long last she fell silent once again, but she also realized with the passage 
of the minutes that something was taking place in her rectum. It was 
something totally unexpected. His sodomizing of her body caused changes to 
occur. The man's wild, animalistic thrusts into her wide-stretched tunnel 
continued unabated, the turbulence overpowering and raging, a strange new 
sense of thrilling delight was taking place. The pain was being blotted into 
her flesh, as it had been the previous night, and once again there arose 
that fierce feeling of enjoyment, pleasure, satisfaction. Even here, in her 
rectum, there were sensory particles that seemed to lead her toward the road 
to orgasm. She would never have believed it possible had she not experienced 
it for herself, but the fact was, it was happening to her. Her body was now 
bathed in a voluptuous pool of wanton delight, and as the moments continued 
passing, the physical sensations were no longer agonizing, they were 
wonderful. 

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" the man moaned as he continued pounding his stiffened, 
bloatedly thick phallic length in and out of her narrow rectal opening, 
shoving it back and forth repeatedly. 

"Haa aaaaan nnnnnh hhhh! Hhh hhhaaa aaannn nnhhhh! Hhh hhhaaa aannnn hhhhh!" 
chanted the suddenly wanton and lustful red-haired young woman. "Ohhhhhhh . 
. . yessssss . . . Ambrose . . . do it.. . I love it.. . don't stop.. . 
more.. . keep doing it.. . feels so good . . . I like it. . . aaannnhhh . . 
. yes . . . yes . . . oh yessssssssssss . . . keep doing it.. . . " she 
pleaded. 

Blisters of rainbow-colored bubbles began popping in Ambrose Wallace's mind 
as the unbelievable cries of the helpless woman kneeling on the bed before 
him echoed in his ears. She liked it! Thank God! She liked it! 

Yes, Amanda liked it. She let him know as much by wiggling her buttocks from 
side to side as he continued powering his cock into her. 

"Harder . . . harder . . . harder . . . " she moaned, sighing with heated 
abandon, totally throwing herself into what was happening to her. "Come on, 
Ambrose, if you love me, fuck my ass! I'm going to come this way, too." 

If he loved her? What gave her the idea he loved her? But he didn't stop 
pumping, perhaps because the light was beginning to dawn. He did love her. 
He did want her. He ached to keep her with him always, and the only secure 
way to do that would be to marry her. 

Marry? Hell, no! No! After this, he would take her home. He had to, because 
if he didn't, he would never be able to get her out of his system. He had to 
do that. 

No woman must ever be allowed to take control of him and his life. No woman 
had a permanent place in it. He was Ambrose Wallace, rake, womanizer, 
man-about-town, and he liked the idea of having his freedom and of fucking 
any cunt he chose. He liked the idea of causing other women anguish, making 
that anguish turn to pleasure, and then, when he had them totally 
submissive, he paid them off, got rid of them. 

He had to do the same with Amanda Rose. He had to dump her because not to do 
so would be an admission on his part that he felt strongly about her. He 
pumped violently, sending his cock back and forth uncounted times, and then 
he felt it. 

"COM MMMIII NNNNGG GUUUUUH HHHHHH . . . HHHHHA AAAANN NNNNNG GGHHHH!" he 
bellowed. 

Convulsive spasms shattered through the powerful man's perspiration-slick 
loins, his deeply buried phallic wand firing its initial steamy jets into 
the tight bottom of the anally caught-up Amanda. The boiling flood surged 
all the way into her colon, creating the sensation her entire inner being 
was about to drown. Her anal walls gripped the cock so firmly, the girl 
actually felt the jets of sperm coming from within his expanding urethra 
before being expeled into her teeming cavity. 

Now it was Amanda's turn, and her high-pitched screams let him know just how 
much she was enjoying what he was doing to her. Her voice seemed to 
overpower his, and the two of them sounded like a erotic Greek chorus as his 
belly continued slapping against her buttocks. Their lusting cries were so 
loud, Amanda wondered if they would shatter any windows. Even now, his cock 
was shrinking in her rectum, and Amanda missed the feel of it. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

She was once again seated in the Rolls-Royce, this time fully dressed. After 
they had finished, he had washed her ass with a washcloth, had dressed, then 
tossed her the clothing, insisting she dress, and he had taken her to the 
car. 

The car was moving, and Amanda knew he was taking her home. 

"I thought I was going to be your slave for life," She said. 

"Well, you know how it is," Ambrose laughed. "I mean, you say things in the 
heat of the moment." 

"I see," she replied. "You're bored with me." 

"Ummmm . . . yes, you might say that," he nodded. 

"You're a liar," she snapped. "Sticks and stones.. . . " 

"Cut it out," she said to him. "You love me, but you haven't the guts to 
admit it. You had the courage to steal me away from the world on an open 
beach, you had the courage to rape me in three different places, but you 
haven't got the guts to admit you love me." 

He pulled the car up in front of her apartment building, saying, "I had some 
friends put your beach umbrella and your blanket back in the apartment. If 
you do decide to have the baby, assuming you are pregnant, let me know. I 
want to help care for it." 

"All you did was inject the seed, Mister. The baby's mine. If it's going to 
be a bastard, I'd just as soon it not know who it's father is." 

"Don't talk foolishly, Amanda," he chastised. 

"Listen to who's telling who about being foolish," she mocked. "Listen, Mr. 
Wallace, I'll say this just once, because I'm more of a woman than you are a 
man. So you listen very carefully to what I have to say. You succeeded in 
making me climax all three times, and in fact I had a whole bunch of them to 
one of yours. You aroused me, awakened lust in me, and awakened love in me. 
You made me fall in love with you, as I'm certain you've made quite a few 
other women fall in love with you. But here's the difference. Whether or not 
you fell in love with any of them, you definitely fell in love with me. 
Don't bother to deny it. I felt it as surely as I knew I loved you." 

"I won't admit it or deny it," he replied. 

"Fine. Just stay that way, neutral all your life. That way you can't get 
hurt, but you don't really enjoy the good things, either. You'll have to go 
on getting your kicks the way you've been getting them, and you'll grow old 
all alone. Un-like the other girls, I'm not going to come looking for you. 
If you want me, you have to come for me. Not that I expect it. Since you 
feel perfectly justified in continuing to play around with other women, and 
since you've taught me how much fun sex can be, I'm going to continue 
playing around, myself. From now on, any stud who comes along and wants to 
be with me, gets me." 

"No!" he all but yelled. 

"There's only one way you can stop me, and that's to take me back to your 
home again. Mind, I'm not even asking for marriage. In fact, I'm not asking 
to come back. I'm just telling you the only way to stop me from fooling 
around is to drag me back. You think about it, Mr. Wallace. Right now, I'm 
tired. I've had quite an ordeal these past twenty-four hours. I think I'm 
entitled to some real relaxation. Since I assume we may never meet again, 
good-bye." 

Without waiting for him to reply, she got out of the car and hurried into 
the building. Tears filled her eyes. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Every wealthy man, at one time or another, is surrounded by leeches. These 
are the totally useless breed of people who are not wealthy, but who hang 
around those who are in the hope of catching some of the dregs cast off by 
the wealthy. They're the ones who uninvitedly attend society parties. 

Ambrose Wallace might very well have become a leech had his grandfather not 
left him all that money. In his youth, he hung around with quite a few 
future leeches, and for a while they became his friends, especially when he 
came into money. But having known them for such a relatively long time, it 
took almost no time at all for him to realize they hung around him because 
of his money, and as a result, he eventually divested himself of them. 

However, every now and again, a few of the leeches surfaced, if only to see 
what it was Ambrose was casting away, and whether or not it was usable. As a 
result, the evening that Ambrose drove Amanda home, his car was followed by 
two former friends who were definite leeches. 

Leonard "Pig" Keene was the quieter of the two leeches. He always observed, 
suggested, and waited until he was certain it was safe before committing 
himself. He was called "Pig" because he had a snout-like nose and had 
otherwise flat, porcine features. He wasn't overweight, nor did his hair 
look bristly. He had short, brown hair, a pale complexion, and was extremely 
intelligent. But he hated to work, and so existed by being a leech. 

His associate, also known as Leonard, had no nickname except for Len. He was 
Len Shaver, taller, better looking than Pig, and a sometimes-stud. like Pig, 
he was a leech, but was more successful because of his better looks. 
However, his success was almost always with older, flabbier women who 
interested him only in that they gave him money to perform. like Pig, Len 
had a hankering for the better things in life, and as a result, occasionally 
hung around Ambrose's house, though out of sight. 

When they saw the Rolls emerge from Ambrose's garage, and saw the pretty, 
petite redhead in it, they surmised, correctly, that Ambrose was about to 
dump another of his many women. Occasionally, they followed Ambrose to where 
he let the chick off, and then once in a while, if the chick looked like she 
was worth it, they tumbled her once or twice. The women always objected, but 
there wasn't a damn thing they were able to do, except fuck. The women were 
always too ashamed to call the police, afterward. 

They followed the Rolls, and they watched Amanda emerge. Parking their old 
1957 dune buggy at the curb, they waited until Ambrose had pulled away, and 
they followed Amanda into the apartment building. Ambrose had given her back 
her purse with her keys, and she had unlocked her apartment door and was 
about to go inside when she felt a hand press the middle of her back and 
shove her in. She staggered into the small studio apartment, turned, and saw 
the two men. 

"Who are you and what do you want?" she gasped, this time very much 
frightened, since neither of these two men was in the least appealing to 
her. 

"Who we are doesn't matter," Pig said quietly. "Why we're here is simple. We 
want to fuck you. Don't hand us any shit about you not wanting it, because 
what you want counts for nothing. We're going to fuck you, then we're going 
to leave, and you'll never see us again. Fight us, and we'll hold you down, 
fuck you, and beat the shit out of you as well." 

"Off with the clothes or we tear them off," Len Shaver snapped. 

"I'll call the police," Amanda gasped. 

"Touch the phone and we'll be forced to break your wrists before we go ahead 
and fuck you, honey," he smiled. "Move that ass and strip those duds off." 

Trembling, Amanda realized she had no choice, though this time she was 
definitely completely unwilling. She plainly detested both men, and wondered 
if Ambrose had sent them to make sure she wouldn't be able to claim the baby 
was his. No, somehow she didn't think Ambrose capable of something like 
that. 

She removed all of her clothing quickly, unceremoniously, leaving everything 
in a corner of the room, and when she turned to face the two men, they had 
also undressed. The one called Pig was flabby and soft, and though he had an 
erection, it was much smaller than the one she had seen attached to Ambrose. 
Len, on the other hand, had what might be termed a normal-sized penis. It 
wasn't nearly as long as Ambrose's, but he was considerably longer and 
thicker than Pig. 

It was Len who grabbed her and forced her down on the floor. For a moment 
she thought he was going to make her suck his cock, but he slammed her onto 
her back, hurled himself on top of her, and then without a word, forced his 
cock into her dry cunt. 

"Owwwwww . . . you'll kill meeeeeeee. . . . " she screamed as the thick knob 
of the penis pushed into her dry interior. 

"Well, you have to admit," Pig smirked, standing above them, "you can't find 
a better way to die." 

"Damn.. . unnnhhhhh.. . both of you," she gasped. "It hurts!" 

"This is only the beginning, lady," Len told her, Looking up at his buddy, 
he said, "Come on, Pig. Fuck her in the ass." 

The remark burned into Amanda's consciousness. Though she had already been 
ass-fucked once today, her vagina had been empty at the time. These two had 
to be crazy. With a hard cock in her cunt, it would make her anal tunnel so 
much narrower, and even a prick as skinny as Pig's would have difficulty 
fitting in. As it was, the one in her cunt had gone in dry, and it was in 
the process of ripping her interior to shreds. A penis in her rectum at a 
time like this would probably rip out her entire interior. Besides, a penis 
was too thick to even fit in there as long as one was in her vagina. 

But she saw the idea make the porcine-looking man's eyes suddenly light up 
with wantonness. He was panting, breathing very heavily. 

"Damn it all," he muttered, "that's just what I'm going to do." 

His small, slender cock was jumping up and down with anxiety. It was about 
as long and as thick as it was going to get, but as he thought about 
sodomizing the poor girl, it twitched, as if to let Amanda know the idea 
appealed more and more to him. It wasn't even the idea of punishing her as 
much as it was simply enjoying her asshole while Len's cock was in her cunt. 
Pig was not a vindictive man. He didn't believe in getting revenge for 
anything, but he did believe in taking his enjoyment wherever he was able to 
find it. 

"Roll over with her, Len," he said. "Let's see what was. so special about 
this one in the first place that Ambrose went out of his way to keep her in 
his house. Hey, honey, how long did Ambrose keep you there, a week?" 

Amanda ignored him, her ears picking up the quivering lust in his voice as 
he told his friend to roll her over. Len slammed the full length of his 
throbbing cock as far into her as possible, stretching her dried pussy that 
much more, making all kinds of grunts as his cock sank a little deeper. He 
kept pushing, making certain he was all the way in, and Amanda, with tears 
of pain running down her white cheeks, felt herself being roughly tugged 
against his body as he rolled over so that she was the one on top. His hands 
gripped her small ass cheeks, making certain to hold her in place. 

This was humiliating. Worse, it was disgusting! Two men she had never met 
before, both of whom she found utterly detestable, were using her body 
unceremoniously, raping her in a way Ambrose would never have done. They had 
mentioned Ambrose's name, so she knew they were acquainted with him, but she 
was still unable to accept the fact that he had sent them over here. 

Her womb was on fire, but it wasn't with lust. It was beginning to burn with 
agony because the membranes were dry and not elastic, and though Len's cock 
wasn't nearly as thick as Ambrose's, it make her dry pussy hurt. Now her 
buttocks were sticking up in the air because the men had forced her to 
balance herself on her knees. She saw the other man approach, waving his 
puny penis, but thin as it was, she knew it would rip her apart. She groaned 
as Pig kneeled behind her. 

"Please," she said, weeping. "Please don't do this to me." 

"Ah, shut up, lady," Len said, beneath her, holding her ass up and making 
certain it was steady. 

Her brain was spinning, a mass of totally confused apprehension. She wasn't 
worried about anyone else walking in. In fact, her biggest worry was the 
fact that she was totally alone, and would probably still be alone even 
after these men were gone. Her mother was the only person in the world who 
cared about her, but her mother had a life of her own to lead. Amanda had 
known a taste of love. Then she had lost it because the man was too cowardly 
to admit how he felt about her. 

Even as she thought all this, she felt the swollen pulsations of Len's hard 
cock continuing to flex, and she was aware that her body, tutored so well in 
three rapes by Ambrose, was already beginning to respond. Her body didn't 
need love. It responded to physical lust. Little by little juices were 
beginning to flow in her vaginal channel, an elastically tight channel whose 
walls were slowly being oiled. As a result she was beginning to widen 
inside, and the pain faded while the pleasure continued intensifying. 

Len gripped her body even more tightly now, his long, swollen penis impaled 
to its entire length in the slowly moistening, tight depths of her 
tantalizing, quivering young cunt. His knees kept her soft, tender thighs 
spread licentiously apart, leaving her tiny, puckered nether hole naked and 
exposed to the assault of the penis of the man called Pig. Amanda felt 
really helpless for the first time. With Ruth there had been an element of 
wanting to learn. With Ambrose there had been love. But with these two there 
was absolutely nothing, and as a result, she felt herself truly being used 
in an unwanted way. 

Pig moved between the rounded spheres that were her two quivering, 
widespread ass-cheeks, pressing his desire-aroused snout close to where his 
chum's throbbing cock was buried in the tightness of her squeezing cunt. Her 
angle was such, the smooth, whitely rounded cheeks of her buttocks had been 
tugged wide apart, exposing the little pucker of her tiny rosebud-like anus. 
He saw the way it winked in the moistened valley above the oil-coated penis 
buried all the way into the nibbling tunnel of her pussy. Ah, but her ass 
was something else again. It was a much narrower little pucker, and though 
it looked wider than it might, letting him know of the possibility of her 
having been fucked there before, he was certain she had never taken a cock 
in there while her cunt had another cock in it. All in all it looked like 
this asshole was going to be one helluva tight fit. 

Without say a word, Pig extended his forefinger and probed into the snug, 
rubbery tightness of her resisting rear passage, deciding to widen it a 
little before ramming his cock in there. What the hell! Give the bitch a 
little bit of a break! Besides, if he didn't, he might never be able to fit 
his cock into her. 

"Uuuuunnnnggghhhhh! No! No! Don't.. . . " 

Amanda gasped out loud, tightening her rectal pucker when he touched it. As 
a result, she felt more than a little pain when he poked his long-nailed 
finger into her. The finger was burning because of the way she squeezed her 
sphincter so tightly around it. But even now her body was getting more and 
more aroused, trembling with an inner lust that seethed its way through her 
internal self. She felt salacious anticipation. 

This whole thing was insane. The man behind her intended nailing his cock 
into that tiny narrow hole between her ass-cheeks, and it would be 
tormenting. He wasn't even going to bother moistening the area back there. 
She realized his finger was merely a prelude to his cock, the digit widening 
her asshole just enough so that the cock would fit in. He certainly wasn't 
doing this out of consideration for her. With the cock buried in her cunt 
pressing on the membrane separating her rectum from her vagina, there would 
be an excess of agony. 

Her experiences with Ambrose made her realize she had a latent streak of 
masochism in her, and merely thinking about what was going to happen to her 
made her feel hotter than ever as his finger slowly but surely wormed its 
way that much deeper into her defenseless rectum. The oval slowly, painfully 
enlarged, the opening looking more and more primed for his hot, hard cock. 

Amanda was aware of the finger in her rectum slowly pushing deeper and 
deeper into her, and she suddenly turned her head to look at the pig-faced 
man. That was when she saw the fiery lust in his eyes and knew nothing would 
deter him nothing! He was hungry to fuck her back there, all right. She 
wondered if he would have thought of fucking her in her rear passage if the 
one probing her cunt with his cock had not suggested it. 

Amanda was aware these two men didn't give a damn about hurting or not 
hurting her. They didn't give a damn about anyone or anything other than 
themselves. That was the way they lived. 

She tried in vain to wiggle her rounded buttocks away from the one called 
Pig, trying her hardest to escape the unnatural assault of his probing 
finger, but it was no use. He was screwing the finger in and out of her hot, 
tight, spongy, rubbery anal flesh. 

Amanda sensed the scraping pressure of the finger as it rubbed against her 
separating membrane, actually rubbing against the underside of Len's cock. 
The cock seemingly responded by twitching in her cunt. 

Pig decided he was unable to hold himself back any longer. He tugged his 
finger from her tight rectal tunnel. It made a lewd popping sound when it 
came out, and the sound seemed to excite him all the more. His churning 
testicles felt ready to explode in their protective sac if he didn't hurry 
and sink his cock into her. 

Amanda felt herself being solidly tugged all the more firmly against the 
hairless chest belonging to the one called Len. Now she felt the one known 
as Pig lean across her back, the brillo-like hair of his pelvis scratching 
the smooth skin of her ass-cheeks. He pulled back a little and placed the 
bulbous tip of his salaciously swollen and bloated penis between the soft, 
tiny cushion-like pillows of her swollen ass-cheeks. It pressed firmly into 
the softly yielding crevice, and it touched the rectal pucker. Len continued 
holding her body tightly against his, and Pig slowly began pushing his own 
penis forward. The massive penile head began thrusting into her narrow 
tightness, stretching the tiny opening as the pointed tip of Pig's cock 
throbbed with licentious and overpower desire. 

"Hhhhhhaaaacuuuunnnnnggghhh!" Amanda softly grunted as the heavy, porcine 
man continued to relentlessly and mercilessly expand the tight, elastic ring 
of her sphincter. 

Amanda was shuddering with fright, wondering if she would ever be able to 
survive this obscene punishment. She realized the pain she was already 
feeling was overpowering, and because of the two penises, the agony promised 
to be even greater. She felt him lurch forward again, and the agony became 
too much for her to bear. She was certain that her body would never be able 
to withstand much more of this. He would kill her by ripping her inside-out. 

"Aaaaaaannnnnhhhh! Goddddd! No morrrrre . . . no morrrrre . . . please . . . 
oh please . . . " she begged. 

She screamed wildly, her body flailing in useless protest as she tried to 
writhe away from the pressure. Torment was continuing to mount higher and 
higher, working its way through her shudderingly soft body. But the two men 
had her firmly between them, and she was totally helpless. 

Ignoring the girl's screaming shouts, Pig rammed his lust-incited hips 
forward with all his might. He pushed again, then again, and felt her 
tightly clenching anal sphincter suddenly surrender to the very brutality of 
his driving force. Cramming with all his strength, he rammed his heavy 
penile head into her tiny, widely stretched anal opening, feeling her 
sphincter clamp tightly around it like a trap. 

"Ggggghhhhannnnggghhh!" Amanda gagged out, her knifed rectum being stretched 
in spite of the fact that the penis in her cunt had made it so much 
narrower. 

The agony of Pig's sodomizing attack slammed into her brain with the force 
of a falling brick wall. She desperately tried freeing herself, but there 
was no getting away from it. The sudden conflict between agonizing pain and 
the diffused mixture of lust and desire was overpowering. Yet somehow it 
seemed a natural culmination to all that was happening to her. After all, 
everything Ambrose had done to her had ended in delight. But she had to 
admit had she not been with Ambrose first, in all probability her body would 
not be attuned to sexual feeling, and all she might sense was the pain. 
Common sense told her to give up the struggling, and she did so. 

Pig felt the complete surrender of her body, and attacking with his 
thrusting hips, he spiked his hardened totem pole of wrathful flesh another 
three inches into her heated, rubbery tunnel, making Amanda gasp all over 
again. Her powerful sphincter clamped tightly around the throbbing lance, 
but the pressure only made Pig that much more anxious. 

Hell! He'd show this cunt! He was every bit as good as that creep who had 
just dumped her. His cock was capable of doing all the imagine things the 
other man's cock was able to do. He would bury the full length of his meat 
in the tightness of her squeezing asshole and give her the drubbing of her 
life. Hell! He wished the head of his cock was long enough to reach into her 
colon. He was never really capable of doing any damage to a woman, not even 
with a cock like Len's buried in her cunt. Still, to him it felt as if his 
cock was longer than it really was, so he continued pounding it into her. He 
shoved again, and the soft, tender walls of her rectum, now being lubricated 
with the seeping hot oils coming from the tip of his penis, seemed to yield 
more willingly, and he leaned forward, lying on her back a little as his 
thighs pressed against the shimmering whiteness of her swollen ass-cheeks. 

"Ooo ooonnn nhhhhh! Hhh hhaaaa nnnhhhh! Ggg gghhhh huuuuu nnnnnng gggggh hhh 
. . . aaa nnnnng ghhhhh h!" Amanda gasped. 

She felt as if a burning finger had been thrust into the narrows of her 
rectum. It was as if someone was trying to slice her in two with a thin 
piece of wire as if she were made of cheese. Her trembling loins were widely 
stretched, and she was grateful the man had such a small cock. She was 
clearly able to imagine what would have happened if this man had a cock as 
long and as thick as Ambrose. Both penises in her body were attached to 
monsters as far as she was concerned. She hated both men, and she would find 
some way to revenge herself on them for doing this horrible thing to her. 

Ambrose had fucked her each time with the intention of enjoying her, but his 
enjoyment also stemmed from the knowledge he was making her change her 
screams to thrills. Both these men didn't care one way or the other how she 
reacted. Both were in her to satisfy themselves, not giving a damn if she 
came or not. Here she was, sandwiched between them. But even as the pain in 
her rectum began to decrease as it had when Ambrose had fucked her ass, the 
searing fires continuing to mount in her shuddering body kept on building. 
The thrills were heightening to a fantastic, ecstatic feeling, which became 
an erotic blend of heavy passion and decreasing pain. The vibrant enjoyment 
quivering in her shuddering belly seemed to become stronger with every 
passing moment in time. 

"Come on!" Len napped to Pig, since Len was the one on the bottom and had to 
bear the weight of both, Amanda and the other man. "Start fucking, already. 
I ain't got all day." 

Amanda was aware of Pig's buried cock locked into her rectum now, the head 
reaching in as far as possible, and he was grinding against her, as if 
trying to fuck his cock even deeper into her body. But the penis was as far 
into her as it was going. Amanda felt mounting enjoyment brought on by the 
poking tip of the hard cock as it swelled with increasing lust when he 
arched his hips away and back, trying hard to match the rhythm of Len's cock 
pumping into her sodden cunt. 

Amanda's pink tongue circled her parched lips repeatedly as the tension of 
desire became increasingly stronger while the pain continued to diminish, 
until little by little it completely faded away. All Amanda now felt was the 
total wonderful impalement of the two penises in her quivering body. 

Amanda thought of herself as a single receptacle with many entrances. Her 
mind, her arms, her legs, her belly, her buttocks, her breasts, her fingers, 
even her toes were all part of the receptacle. She was all hollow inside, 
and seemingly waiting to be filled again and again with masculine semen. At 
the moment, she felt willing to take even more penises in her body. She 
wanted to feel one stuffed in her mouth. Remembering what Ruth had said, she 
ached to feel one in each ear, one in each nostril, another in her navel, 
and one in each hand. Unbelievable bliss was pouring through her. She had 
been totally corrupted, and she realized now she loved it, every bit of it. 
Granted she would have liked it more if she was doing this with men she 
loved, but the nicest thing about this kind of corruption was that if she 
shut her eyes and didn't look at the two men, she was able to enjoy it. The 
more bizarre, the better. 

The twin driving pleasure-causing penises were continually and relentlessly 
powering into her responding genitalia. The smaller one in her rectum seemed 
to fit so perfectly, now. It rammed back and forth in perfect rhythm, while 
the one in her vagina matched it with simultaneous movements of its own, 
causing wild, thrilling feeling to build ever higher in her. Passion burned 
in her young, helpless body, passion for the act itself, but passion without 
love. She felt herself being buffered about like a feather in the wind as 
the two men fucking her furiously strained toward their orgasms. She was 
undulating insanely now, her sensuously aroused body between those of the 
two men, her rounded white buttocks moving in lazy, crazy circles. 

"Yessssss!" Amanda heard someone hiss. "Fuck harder, harder, harder! Come 
on! Come on! Don't stop now! More! More! More! fuck!" 

That was when she realized it was she who was doing the screaming, and at 
the top of her lungs. What was more, the two men heard her and automatically 
responded, proving how anxious they both were to grant her yearning request. 
Their rhythm was perfect now, the two of them pounding solidly into her. 
Len's hips would angle upward so that he was able to drive all the more 
deeply into her cunt, while Pig's cock drove downward into the narrow defile 
that was her rectum. Her hotly clutching tunnels squeezed themselves tightly 
around both penises. She felt pincered between the two shuddering men, 
hearing their heated breath in her ears, feeling it wash all over her face 
and neck. This lacked love, but it was no less erotic. It was as erotic as 
anything she had ever done with Ambrose, not because either of the men was 
that good, but merely because two cocks were fucking her at the same time. 
Each was competent, though not great. Two competent cocks were almost as 
good as one great one almost, not quite. Her vagina and asshole squeezed all 
the more tightly around the twin male organs, enjoying the way they probed 
and pierced her body. She was intent on milking both organs of their semen, 
aching to feel them shoot, but also aching to achieve her own satisfaction, 
as well. 

That orgasm she so wanted was lurking nearby. She felt it somewhere deep 
down inside her. It was slowly rising, mounting within her, and she knew 
this one was going to be good only because it would be different. She had 
experienced a fantastic vaginal orgasm and an unbelievable anal climax, and 
right now she was going to undergo a combination anal-vaginal orgasms. It 
would be enough to send her to the moon. It would also give her an inkling 
of what a dual orgasm was all about, but she knew if she ever did marry a 
man she loved, she would have to be content with single orgasms. 

But at the moment the sensations were building in her cunt and her rectum at 
the same time. She wondered what it would be like to have a third man 
licking her clitoris. Man? At the moment she would have settled for Ruth 
licking her pussy. Hell! Ruth certainly owed her. 

She felt surrounded, inundated, soaked, totally overwhelmed with the 
near-ultimate in lust-satisfying, orgasmic sensations, giving and taking at 
the same time, driving her to ecstatic heights beyond belief. Her mouth had 
the very taste of climax in it, and her nostrils were quivering with the 
scent of it, all blending together with the tingling sensations in her 
belly. Soon she would feel it all culminating in both, her screaming rectum 
and her heatedly foaming cunt. This was as close to total fulfillment as a 
woman was able to get without feeling love. She found herself soaring higher 
and higher, the wondrous peak almost within reach. 

Sandwiched between the two bodies, Amanda trembled with strong orgasmic 
energy, her burning vagina and clutching asshole pulling insanely, with 
heavy, violent power on the two probing lengths buried in her teeming 
orifices. Her movements became a trigger for all the electrical passion 
shooting through the three of them. 

Pig's skinny cock slammed deep into her narrow rectum, and he began 
shouting, "AAAAAY YYY-AAA AANNNN GGGGGH HHHAAA AAGGGH HHHUUU GGGGHH HHH!" It 
began firing sporadically into her large intestine. 

Len followed, sending blast after blast of sperm into her vagina, climaxing 
silently as he clutched her tightly against him. The twin jet streams was 
all Amanda needed to send her flying to paradise, and the dual orgasm 
totally overwhelmed her. The combination was so powerful, that added to the 
previous weakness from her earlier orgasm, she fainted. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

When she awoke, Amanda discovered the two men had gone. She would never see 
them again. They would try this same stunt in the future with some other 
woman they knew, be discovered by her husband, and shot. 

Sore inside, Amanda got to her feet, staggered to her tiny bathroom, and 
spent the next hour soaking in a tub she constantly re-filled with hot 
water, striving to ease all the aches and pains from her. 

She had undergone a fantastic "trial by fire." Just why she had been chosen 
by fate to suffer through all this was something she was unable to figure 
out, but as always, some good comes out of some evil. She had discovered 
what sex was all about. She had found out about sex mingled with love, and 
she had found about raw sex with no emotional attachment. Apparently there 
was a place for both in the world. The latter was a substitute for the 
former, at least until the former came along. 

For obvious reasons, Amanda decided to avoid the beach. Among other things, 
she had done a lot of growing up these past days. She had seen the meaning 
of immaturity by seeing it displayed in others older than she, and she was 
determined that she would continue to mature. 

Sex, she understood, was something enjoyed by the mature and the immature, 
a-like. The more mature an individual was, the more that individual enjoyed 
sex. It countered the theory that sex was an animalistic instinct. Initially 
it might be animalistic, but for one to enjoy the full benefits of it, one 
had to grow up, mentally. 

Determined to make the most of what she had learned, Amanda decided that in 
the future she would do the selecting, herself. It was apparent men found 
her more attractive than she had realized. Knowing this, she also knew she 
would be able to be selective. 

But before she had a chance to formulate any positive plans, her door buzzer 
sounded. Wrapped in a fluffy pink robe, with a towel around her head, she 
answered the door and found herself face-to-face with Ambrose Wallace. 

"May I come in?" he asked. 

"That's an improvement," she nodded. "This time you're asking." 

"If you want, I'll promise not to get fresh," he told her. 

"Don't make promises you know you can't keep." she said, walking away from 
the door, letting him know he was free to follow her into the studio 
apartment. 

He shut the door behind him, and he said, "Amanda, I may be slow to catch on 
to a lot of things, but I'm not completely stupid. When I brought you into 
that gloomy house, it was like cutting a hole in the roof and letting the 
sun in. like a fool, I shuttled you out as quickly as I brought you in 
because what you said was the truth. I did fall in love with you. In fact, 
in spite of all that happened between us, I think you know I was the captive 
and you were the captor. I may know more about sex than you, but when it 
comes to love, I'm the one who's innocent. You showed me what it means to 
love." 

"Mmmmm hmmmm," she nodded, folding her arms. 

"You told me if I wanted you, I'd have to come out after you." he went on. 
"Well, I'm coming." 

"Suppose I told you I've slept with some other men since you dropped me off 
here at the house," she said. 

"If that were true, then I'd have only myself to blame, for letting go of 
you the way I did," he replied 

"Well," Amanda smiled, "it looks like I'm not the only one who's learning to 
grow up." 

"I don't know what that means," he said, "but I'll take it as a compliment. 
Look, I know you don't know much about me, and I don't know that much about 
you. But I do know I need you, I need you very much. I'll admit that I love 
you, in fact. I can't promise, at this moment, that I'll be forever faithful 
and true, but I can sure as hell give it one good try. What I'm saying is, 
please, come back, come back on any terms you want. If you want marriage, 
I'll be more than happy to comply because I want to be with you. I can't 
stand being away from you. Please, Amanda, please, come home." 

"Home?" she asked, "Your home?" 

"Our home," he emphasized. 

Yes, she had felt at home there, too. It was as much her home as it was his, 
basically because he lived in it. She would go back, she would live with 
him, and she would bind him to her for life. Poor innocent captive that he 
was about to become. 

"Help me pack?" she asked. 

"Leave it all," he murmured, his arms surrounding her. "I'll have someone 
come pick up everything in the morning. Right now, the most important thing 
is you, getting you home. I promise I'll never abuse you again-never." 

"Too bad," she smiled. "You see, I fully intend abusing you." 


THE END
