Chapter 10

Walter wrapped himself in a couple of blankets on the couch and went to sleep in front of the dying fire. After his usual six hours' sleep, he woke up bright and eager, though it was only a little after five a.m.

He went into the bedroom to look at his bound love-slave. Doris had fallen into a fitful doze, but even the slight stirring of Briggs' presence in the room woke her up. "Wha.. .What's happening?" As soon as she saw the big man, the whole sordid memory of last night's submission swooped in on her.' She groaned.

Walter stared at her lovely sleepy face. He reached down and pulled off her cover. Her tits stared up proudly at him. He marveled at the awesome way they defied gravity. "You're looking good this morning, Doris," he told the spread-eagled redhead. He bent forward and inspected the pink flanges of her cunt under the tangle of pussy-hair. Her lips were no longer swollen, but they were matted with the juices of his orgasm and her own excitement. "I bet you could use a little freshening up!"

He came back with a bowl of water and a sponge and began to dab the trembling folds of her cunt.

Doris flinched under the gentle touch of the sponge. The longer she was around Walter Briggs, the less she understood him. Sometimes he seemed almost kind, considerate. The warm water on her pussy right now felt very soothing. But the young wife could not forget what Briggs was doing to her. He was forcing her to submit to his lovemaking, blackmailing her with his photographs. How could she ever trust a man like that?

When he had finished sponging her off, Walter smiled up at her brooding face. "Not talking this morning, Doris?"

She turned her head away from him and refused to speak, even when he left the room and came back a few minutes later. She shuddered when she felt his weight on the edge of the bed. Though she braced herself for his touch, it never came. At last, she cast a quick glance in his direction. Briggs was sitting, smiling at her. She looked away.

"Are you mad at me for what I did to you last night, Doris? It wasn't so very bad, was it?" The big man realized the redhead must be suffering guilt pangs for having submitted to him so easily the night before. He smiled smugly. As if any woman could resist me and my good old cock for very long, he told himself.

Doris's face remained set in a brooding scowl. Still she refused to look at her tormentor. He wasn't going to make a monkey of her any more. He could have her body-she couldn't stop that-but he was not going to have her soul. Her uncomfortable, sleepless night had made Doris mean.

The young woman was completely unprepared for the tantalizing sensations that began to creep over her naked body. She noticed it first on her belly, then up over her tits. Unable to stand the suspense of not knowing, she looked down at Briggs' hand. He was trailing a feather over her helpless body. "What are you doing?" Her voice was angry, abrasive. It was her defense against the insidious pleasure-pangs stealing over her.

"I'm giving you pleasure, my dear. It does feel good, doesn't it?"

His confident, taunting words helped steel Doris's conviction. She gritted her teeth and made herself think about what she had done at work the day before. She was not going to let him beat her again! She mustn't, for her own self-respect!

"Nothing to say for yourself, Doris? That's not like you." He made the feather hover over the tip of first one breast and then the other. Despite her resolution, he could see that the feather was having its effect. Her pink areolas grew puffy, her nipples hard with her arousal. "Your titties seem to like it, Doris. Look at them."

The bound woman looked down at her traitorous tits that were swollen with lust, begging for more of the lewd titillation. She closed her eyes and bit her lip in despair. It seemed she was powerless against the wilful dictates of her lusty body.-Hard as she tried to fight Briggs and his tantalizing allure, her body defeated her every time.

The worst struggle of all came when Briggs trailed the feather down to her sensitive clitoris and began to tickle the soft nubbin. He watched her pink fleshy bud gradually grow in size until it was engorged with blood, hard and begging for attention.

"Uuuuhhhhhh," the spreadeagled woman moaned. She could have imagined no humiliation worse than being tied up like this, forced to respond to pleasure despite the better instincts of her lust-enfeebled brain. Even as she silently cursed

Briggs for his skill in seducing her, her hips began to hump up slightly, searching for more of the feather caresses. "Mmmmmmm..."

Walter's features relaxed into a lecherous grin as he watched the redhead's face finally succumb to her building arousal. Once again, he had her in his clutches. Her body had defeated her combative instinct. She became his lust-slave once again.

This morning, he had a special surprise for Doris. Something he thought she might never have experienced before. He worked the feather over her lush curves until she was groaning in unashamed need. Then he untied one hand and one foot, both on the same side, and rolled her over onto her side.

While she looked back over her shoulder at him, he pulled out his blood-swollen cock from his pants and climbed onto the bed to lie full-length behind her. He shoved his turgid cudgel in along the crack between her buttocks and massaged it back and forth.

Doris's response was immediate. As soon as she saw the older man's burgeoning prick, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that that was what she wanted. Just one more time ... one more time of feeling his prick sinking deep into her hungry belly. Then she would have had enough. Then she could fight him. Then she could reclaim possession of her soul. She groaned a groan that was scarcely human. "Uuuuuhhh ... yesssss ... goddamn it, yesssss! That's what I want!"

He ran his hands lasciviously over the smooth yielding curves of her body as he lay on his side behind her. He reached around and fondled the soft globes of her tits, relishing the way the flesh molded itself to his fingers, challenging his very touch with its proud resilience. He caressed the full swells of her ass-cheeks, then guided his cock far in along her cunt slit, till it came out gleaming with her juices. "You want my prick, do you, baby? You want to feel it deep up inside you? Spreading you wide? Filling you up?"

This time, Doris didn't even bother to resist. Her need was too urgent. "Yess! Oh Yesss! Stick it in me! Please!"

"You're a greedy little twat, aren't you, Doris? After all I did for you last night, you're still begging for more!" He thrust his hips forward, sinking his cock a little way into her cunt, then pulling out again. To tease her, to make her flow with need for him.

"Oh, please!" the frustrated woman wailed. "Please stick it in me again! Let me have it! All the way!"

Walter stabbed two fingers deep into her cunt-hole. When they were thoroughly coated with her juices, he pulled them out. He buried one in her sphincter, passing the bar of her pucker even before she knew what to expect. He began to work the finger back and forth. Gradually, her rectum relaxed under the tantalizing massage. When that happened, he sent the second finger up to join the first.

"Uuuuuuhhh! Ooooohhhh! Oh, Mr. Briggs, I need it so bad!" Though she experienced some slight pain at first, taking two fingers deep in her anus, Doris soon learned to accommodate the unnatural intrusion. After all, it felt so good. It aroused strange masochistic thrills from deep in her belly, tingling sensations she didn't even know she possessed. "Mmmmmm!" She wriggled her ass back against his fingers, urging him to ream her sensitive passage harder and deeper.

"Like that, do you, Doris my pretty?" Doris's ever-ready sexuality never ceased to delight the older man. It pleased him that she was just as ready for the little games as he was, whether she knew it or not. Just a few moments of prodding her in the right places, and she was like putty in his hands.

"Uuuuhhh, mmmmm, yesss . . . aaaaaaaaaggghhhh! No! No! Not like that! It hurts!"

Without warning, Walter had replaced his fingers with the ready shaft of his blood-engorged cock. He shoved his pulsing member deep into her asshole, reveling in the tight clasp of her traumatized muscles. They had closed on him just an instant too late. He had been able to slide easily deep inside her anus. Now he began to work his prick carefully in and out, a little distance at a time, getting her used to the massive presence in her most secret hole.

The initial pain and her shock combined to make Doris wriggle in protest against Briggs' skewering cock. Her attempts to get free were useless under the big man's strong grip. They only served to screw her tighter down onto his tingling prick.

Rather than being alarmed by the redhead's struggles, Walter was stimulated by her grinding undulations that massaged his cock to almost painful hardness. "Uuhh! Wow, it's tight in there! Your asshole feels good, baby!"

Tears sprang to Doris's eyes as she realized there was no way she could escape this new humiliation Briggs had designed for her. She was pinned painfully and inexorably on the end of his hard prick. When he was done with her, she would never be the same. The last bastion of her virginity had fallen. "Please! Don't do it to me any more ..." There was resignation in the young woman's voice. She knew her words wouldn't stop him, but she uttered them anyway, to ease the anguish she was experiencing.

"Mmmpphh! It's tight, baby! Relax! Relax, and learn to enjoy it!" Walter knew a sexual dynamo like Doris should be capable of enjoying getting fucked in the ass. He had seen many less wanton women than she learn to love it.

Doris had already started to relax. Her total despair had made her give up all resistance to the thick prick sawing steadily into her tight asshole.

ft was then, when she was completely passive, that she learned what it was that made some women beg to be screwed in that secret part of them. The pain ebbed away as a new kind of masochistic pleasure began to dart from her loins throughout her pinioned body.

Now that she was totally at Briggs' mercy, the very helplessness of her position began to excite her. She was his total slave, bound to the bed, pinned down by his hard-driving cock and heavy body. She had no choice but to submit to whatever indignities he chose to heap upon her. In this state, she could not possibly be held responsible for her responses. And so the masochist in Doris Meyers-rose to the fore.

"Aaaaaggghhh! Yessss!" she wailed. "Do it to me! Screw my ass, Mr. Briggs! Do it! Do it!"

The big man grinned to hear her still calling him Mr. Briggs. The formality seemed quite absurd under the circumstances. Here he was with his prick buried to the hilt in her asshole, and she was still addressing him the way she would a clerk in a drugstore. "Why don't you call me Walter, my dear?" he taunted her.

But she didn't hear him. The redhead was totally immersed in her new-wanton sexuality. She concentrated only on the hard rod sliding in and out of her stretched asshole. Her whole body tingled with the tantalizing sensations that sprang from her belly. "Uuuuuuhhh ... oooohhhh!..." Like a dumb animal, she moaned and cried, proclaiming her nameless pleasure to the unhearing pines.

Walter forgot to analyze the situation any longer. Burying his face in her thick red hair he fell to fucking her asshole with relish. From time to time, he grunted out his pleasure, but most of the sounds were hers. He was glad he had taken Doris far from civilization. Her loud moans of pleasure could awaken the dea, d.

The time stood still for the blackmailer and his now willing victim as they churned through the agonies and ecstasies of their unnatural union. While the woman thrust her buttocks eagerly against his loins, the man reamed her tiglit clutching hole again and again. Her grasp on his tender prick made it grow even larger, to the point where Walter felt he would have to cum or bust.

At this point, Doris discovered the ultimate extent of this new forbidden pleasure. "Oh my God! I'm cummmm-ing-g-g!" It was her most intense orgasm yet, and from the most depraved of sources. She could never have imagined how good a release she could get from having her ass stretched.

Walter was relieved to hear her proclamation of release. He was more than ready for his own. "Look out, Doris! Uuuuuhhh... here I cummmmm!"

When he had finished with her, Walter got to his feet and closed his fly. He undid Doris's remaining bonds. Before he. left the room, he turned and grinned at her.

The look on his face astounded the sensual young woman. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought it was the look of a man in love. With one toss of her red hair, she shook the thought from her mind.

"While you wash and dress, my dear," he told her, "I will fix you a breakfast fit for a king."