Chapter 2
Life was a day at the zoo, buying a red balloon.. . eating popsicles and riding tandem bikes in the park . . . until he went away with the promise to come back and get her fat with babies. She waited.
Then the telegram arrived from the Department of the Armed Forces of the United Slates: "It is our regret to inform you . . . "
She read no further. For a moment, she felt sick
. . . as if somebody had kicked her in the guts. One moment, a wife in love with a man, a future and then a few congressional hawks decided time was ripe to score a few points for America and they sent her lover to Viet Nam in defense of something that wasn't even ours. And her life was over. A piece of paper, a stupid telegram . . . saying "we're sorry . . . " Nada, zero.. . life ended. Flesh and blood and love and joy transformed into one piece of cheap burnable paper. Adrian screamed and crumpled it up.
The loss took its time sinking in, like an old shoe in a muddy swamp. She couldn't cry and went through her days like a mechanical robot, feeling nothing, blotting out pleasure along with the agony of pain. Silly little things like a discarded tie, a souvenir matchbook, sent her into hysterics.
Widows had to work somewhere and thank God for the guilty conscience of America; an insurance company hired the unqualified girl as a desk clerk. An aloof, attractive girl who performed her job satisfactorily, is how her past employer recalled Adrian . . . until she met the wacky older woman who put ideas into her head.
Carmen was her name, a flashy waitress with a bawdy sense of humor and a throaty laugh, sensed Adrian's vulnerable loneliness and succeeded in shattering the glass veneer of her sorrow. Adrian opened up in a flood of emotion. Carmen preyed on her gullibility.
"Honey, you've got to get back into the swing of things and have some fun. You'll wither up and reach menopause before you fall in love again. Oh, to hell with love!" laughed the woman in the beehive hairdo. "Just have some fun . . . "
Lying on her marital bed now with her husband and Wade Collins a door thickness away, a shudder bolted through Adrian's body, nearly rattling the bed.
That friend was the infamous Wade Collins. "Friend . . . " the word made her snicker bitterly. Wade used Carmen like he used everything else . . . as toys to break and bend and rip apart. The evil of this man was enough to make one's flesh crawl and Adrian was gullible enough to be recruited.
Nobody had forced her with whips or chains or verbal threats; she attended that party with Carmen on her own volition. Wade, Carmen reported, was a multimillionaire real estate broker who owned half of Phoenix and three-quarters of Tucson. He threw lavish parties and to even up the odds, he hired Carmen to find select young women. What mattered? Who cared? It was only one night in a lifetime.
On the surface, it glittered, but underneath it smelled of dead fish. Wade, an astute businessman, found it advantageous to have beautiful young things slinking around at his parties, escorting his clients, dropping them rumored hints as to which properties to buy, urging them to sign papers while in the heat of passionate arousal. Mata Hari of the real estate business. Some of his guests were hardly her type . . .but what the heck? Sheiks from Saudi Arabia hungry to invest oil money in a piece of America, multimillionaire Texas oil men with dung on their boots, snaky-eyed Mafia men. It all smacked of mystery and intrigue.. . an easy goal to pursue. Each time, each party, more drinks, more smutty suggestions, more drinks, more drunken blondes stripping naked, more drinks . . . total blackness until she woke with a start, hung over in a stranger's bed.
Carmen egged her on and made certain Adrian was invited along on Wade's private Lear jet that turned, predictably, into an orgy in the skies. The Bahamas, Acapulco, Hawaii . . . and all she had to do was spread her legs and collect the money. It all seemed so easy, until one night she found herself alone with Wade in his private bedroom. Until now, he was an employer, a benefactor, a sympathetic man, though a bit strange in his ways. She didn't know that he was a deviant eccentric with deeply rooted sadistic tendencies.
Even now, lying in the dimly diffused light filtering through the bedroom drapes, Adrian squirmed on the satin coverlet, her mind agonizing over the lurid remembrances of that hellish night. And yet, her traitorous body tingled electrically at the lingering memories of her once debauched lifestyle. Bittersweet was the taste . . .
Drunk again this time, Adrian came to fuzzy consciousness as Wade spoke to her in that mellifluous tone. Something felt tight and she tried to stretch, but she couldn't move. Her eyes flashed open in a wink. She was strapped on her back in some kind of chair! Straining, she lifted her head to see Wade busy as Dr. Jekyl on a full moon night, slaving over knobs and buttons.
"Ahhh!" she heard him talk to himself. "Let's see . . . how do we.. . ? "
A click and a whirr sounded and Adrian felt her head rising. A support on the back of her head was bending her neck so that she could see her body lying strapped and naked! God, she was captive in a special chair, black straps crisscrossing over her body with two foam rubber cups that cupped her bare buttocks. A single strap stripped her waist and her legs were trapped in some special conduits and strapped at the thigh and calf. Her arms were held out wide in the same type of soft gutters and strapped at the wrist. Her first feeling was not one of shock at seeing herself naked, but real, gut-wrenching fear. Was he going to perform some wacky experiment on her? "Wh-what are you doing?" she wailed. "Oh, God, Wade, let me out of here!"
"Hush little animal . . . " His eyes were glazed with madness. "I give all the animals in my zoo a trip to paradise and back," he said simply, stepping beside her. He had a way of speaking and moving in scientific precision. His fingers fluttered over the straps and he leered down at her nakedly exposed body while his fingers left the ankle strap to adjust the tiny suction cups on her nipples.
Her mouth went dry and her eyes scanned his 'pleasure dome'-its walls cluttered with pictures of animals . . . snakes, leopards, dogs, pigs, cows. On one wall a horse stood in profile, his loggish penis angry and red dangling between his legs, while across the room a snake coiled itself around a woman's naked thigh, its tongue licking at the tendrils of her pubic curls. Adrian felt her last martini gurgle in her smoothly rippled stomach.
"Don't.. . " she pleaded, stunned by the coldness of the cups positioned over the strawberry-hued nipples.
"Shhhhh.. . only a minute.. . only a minute.. . " he said like a concerned doctor, plugging wires into a machine by the chair and turning dials.
Maybe humoring him would help.. . "What is all of this Wade? This is a joke, isn't it?"
Wade turned to her and arched an eyebrow. "No, my dear."
"Come on . . . let me up!" She wiggled a painted toenail, the only part of her not strapped down.
Wade didn't reply. His face, expressionless, mask-like, regarded her coolly. He wasn't kidding, obviously. Incredulously, she looked around at all the equipment and at her goose bumped flesh strapped into some kind of Frankenstein table. "This is crazy, Wade!"
A thin, cold smile spread over his lips and his right hand flicked a switch that sent a tingling and jerking snapping through her breasts. "Wade . . . what are you doing?" she cried in alarm. In answer, he tripped still another switch and the pulsating in the cups settled down to a slow squeezing and tugging rhythm while a tingling warmth engulfed her nipples and she felt them grow taut and puckery. Despite her initial displeasure, it felt good, very good. "Wade . . . please stop this damned thing!"
Wade folded his arms across his chest and stepped back from the chair, cocking his head to take in all of her shivering, naked body. He smacked his thin lips, his eyes fading one shade cooler. "You're going to be saying 'please' so many times in the next hour or so.. . "
"What?" Adrian had to roll her liquid chartreuse eyes in order to see him.
"You will plead, Adrian." His mouth opened wide enough to see his teeth, something he seldom did; usually everything about him was tight and curt. "You will, like most humans plead. But the animal in you will take over, my dear.. . dolphins, you know . . . "He glanced toward a poster of a blue-gray dolphin diving for a fish, ". . . will voluntarily die of pleasure in experiments. If you don't believe me, ask Dr. Lily. Then of course, "and here he rubbed his chin contemplatively, ". . . you will plead for me not to stop because the animal in you needs instant gratification."
The shock of sobriety set in. Wade Collins was mad! She tried to struggle free of the straps but managed only to chafe her tender skin. "Wade, get me out of this stupid thing! I'm not an animal!" she-gasped, straining at her straps.
Wade merely smiled demonically, looking thoroughly amused.
"Let me go or I'll scream!"
A snarl of contempt curled Wade's upper lip. "Go ahead. This room is soundproof.. . couldn't hear a bomb going off in here. Anyway . . . I like screaming."
Adrian fell silent, thinking. Wade was mad . . . insane. Why hadn't she seen that before? There had to be a way of reasoning with him. There had to be! "Don't humiliate me like this, Wade."
Calmly, he nodded in agreement. "That's what it's for."
She wet her lips. "Wade.. . this is sick. "Her head was held at such an angle that she could see her huge twin breasts in front of her with the suction cups lewdly clamped over her puffy nipples in a curiously arousing way. The gentle tingling and pleasantly sucking motion of the massaging cups was feeling more and more pleasant and . . . exciting. "Wade, for heaven's sake . . . stop this machine immediately, please, "she said, closing her eyes.
Silence . . . stony silence.
Eyes still closed, Adrian tried for a calmer voice, but fear crept in uninvited.. . fear and the firs t hint of sensual excitation. Although she tried to ignore it, a soft warm core of something sweet, hot, and inexorable was bubbling deep in her loins. And the cups felt so darned good rubbing over her hardening nipples. "What. . . are you.. . planning to do.. . to me?"
"I'm going to give you a lesson in human nature," she heard his voice answer crisply. "I'm going to show you what you and every other cunt is really like. "His voice turned hard and cold as the blade of a cleaver. His voice changed directions as he stepped down to her feet. She opened her eyes to see him press still another button, starting off a click and a whirr and then the soft hum of quiet, well-oiled machinery as the chair slowly began to move, tilting her backwards, while her legs slid slowly apart! A crying whimper rumbled from her throat as she felt herself being drawn back while her buttocks rose obscenely and her thighs were pulled wide apart.
She lay helpless, staring up at the ceiling while the cups maintained their gentle, insistent sucking that alternated with a tingling electric impulse, and she knew in a flash that what Wade was going to do to her. She pleaded, begged, promised him anything as he slaved over her, a wickedly perfidious grin on his tight lips, adjusting mirrors allowing her to see, to witness her own shame . . . her naked buttocks splitting wide apart. Her vagina was centered in the mirror. Adrian's eyelashes fluttered as she stared down to watch her own pussy lips swelling deliciously with blood . . . and excitement.
Something cold and snaky rippled through her body. She was obscenely helpless, yet she felt a lewd kind of excitement and horror in this obscene position. Hadn't she wanted her dead husband Carl to take her with an animal ferocity that would leave her pinned like a butterfly on a collector's board? Didn't she enjoy feeling helpless? Wasn't it thrilling? "NONONONONO!" she shouted.
"Ah, ha!" Wade grinned. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
Adrian clenched her liquid eyes closed and tried to thrash her head and body around. "NOOOOOOO!" she wailed, struggling and writhing against the naked truth. Oddly, she was being aroused by the bizarre manner in which she was bound and held and watching her own traitorous pussy lips swelling and puckering in an inviting pout, wasn't calming her either. She felt her cuntal walls lubricating themselves in a teasing way.
Wade was all action around her, flicking switches while machinery hummed and the sucking and tingling of the cups grew-almost, but not quite, causing pain. Pleasure was mounting in intensity and rhythm and it seemed to be coming from all directions. Adrian whimpered and opened her eyes to see her hips beginning to undulate, to see the lips of her pussy gush with blood and separate slightly until she could see the glistening red slit of her vagina opening up like a rosebud on a sunny morn. Below, the softly rounded cheeks of her buttocks bunched and then spread like so much bread dough, giving a glimpse of her tiny puckered anus. It was all so unreal and terrible . . . and damnably lewd.
She watched, catching her breath as a stainless steel shaft rose noiselessly between her legs. Wade was busy screwing something in place, attaching a small plastic surgical hose to it. When he stepped back Adrian got a glimpse of what resembled a red tongue, made of plastic and surrealistically obscene. Wade flicked another switch and the tongue filled slightly, ballooning and slowly secreting an oily liquid. Another click and whirr and the tongue tilted forward, heading for her cunt.
A long low cry came from her lips as she felt the warm wet touch of the plastic tongue. "Wade! My God, stop!" she pleaded as she felt the rubbery head press gently against her vaginal lips and spread her cunt ever so slightly with delicious ease.
Wade made no answer and she couldn't see him, even by straining her neck. Now there was a mirror in front of her face and the wicked looking artificial tongue began to vibrate back and forth in tiny, quick oiled movements as it slid up and down the length of her pussy, gently spreading her lips and leaving a trail of glistening oil that spread over the insides of her thighs and gently, tantalizingly trickled down between her softly trembling buttocks to cover her brown buttoned anus. The false tongue continued to vibrate upward until it found the oiled nub of her clitoris and there it stopped and paid vibrating homage in a fast but gentle caress. "Ooooohhhhh!! ! " Adrian sighed. God, it was sweet but so maddening!
Suddenly the chair tilted even more, raising her hips above her head and spreading her legs wider as the tongue rose with her hips and plunged down, spreading her cunt wider until it began thrusting in and out. "Wade, WADE, STOP THIS CONTRAPTION!" she begged, small beads of sweat stood out on her forehead.
She sucked in her breath as the chair began to rock back and forth, her buttocks caught in twin cups, swaying back and forth as the mechanical tongue darted back and forth, vibrating. Her hips did a mechanical dance as the tongue dashed lower to make a licking and probing attack at her exposed anus. "AAAAAGggghhhhaaa!" she cried deep in her swan-like throat as she felt her body swept with a wild, maddening desire.
He had her and she was enjoying it and why not? Why stop now? Let him have his pleasure. "Oh God, that feels sooo good." she sighed.
Instantly there was a click and the tongue stopped and Adrian opened her eyes to see the tongue retract. Wade was back in sight now, his eyes narrowed to slits, his breathing rapid. "Didn't like that, did you . . . cunt!"
Despite her better senses, she heard her breathy voice acquiesce in a whispered, "Yes!"
"Want more? Oh, don't worry, my dear. . . there's much more!
Adrian closed her eyes and fell into silence. Every nerve in her body was telegraphing urgent messages to her libido demanding more pleasure. From fingertips to lacquered toenails, her body was on fire with the restless pleasure of an oncoming orgasm. How cruel of him to take that tongue away . . . right then! Another click and whirr and her head was being tilted back, far back until she was looking at the room upside down. Wade seemed to be standing on his head in front of her. She gasped as his hands unzipped his trousers and pulled out his stiffened cock and held it in his hand in front of her face! It was so small . . . so pathetically inadequate. "Suck it and I'll cum in your mouth."
Adrian shut her eyes and wrinkled up her nose. "No, never!"
He responded with a snarl and stepped back, stuffing his penis back into his pants. "We'll see.. . "
Another click and her head was brought back up and she looked in the mirror stationed before her chartreuse eyes. Wade was quiet, precise, furiously active, as he detached and unscrewed the oiling tongue and, taking something from a box, attached it to the stainless steel shaft. "There," he said simply. Adrian's eyes widened at the sight of the giant dildo-a plastic cock bigger than life! It had to measure afoot in length and two inches in girth! Speechless, she watched as Wade smeared oil on the thick bulbous head and then stepped back, dried his hands on a towel and, with a barely audible giggle, he flicked another switch.
"NO! NO! NO!" Adrian screamed. This insane maniac was about to rip her vagina to shreds. Lord, it could kill her! Not even the jungle Amazons could take a cock like that! Her mouth went dry as she watched, her eyes wide, her mouth open and screaming as the giant plastic cock came forward at an angry pace and she felt its brutal size and strength ram at the door of her tender pussy.
Like a battering ram it crashed forward, spreading the lips of her pussy, spreading them in a wide and tight circle around the bulbous head. It plundered into her, spreading the lips taut, aided by the oil and her own excitement. Wider and wider she spread until a shriek of pure agony pierced in her throat. She prayed she wouldn't burst or bleed to death!
With an obscene sucking sound, the cock head slid slowly up into her cunt and the lips of her pussy stretched taut and white like rubber bands. Slowly, it retreated and she felt her buttocks and hips being tugged out of their cups as she looked in the mirror and saw her vaginal lips rolling out, giving up the massive head reluctantly. Adrian was racked with pain . . . worse than her first menstrual cramps at the tender age of eleven. For a moment, she counted the stars in heaven as blood drained from her head.
The steely voice of Wade Collins broke through the pain. "In a little while, you're going to beg for more of my electronic lover, "she heard him snicker.
The foam rubber room absorbed her next shriek as the brutal plastic cock made its second attack, plowing deep into her and slowly withdrawing. "Oh, God, stop that thiiinnnnggg! Pleeeezz!" she screamed, begged and cajoled.
In answer, Wade increased the depth and tempo of his mechanical toy and the tingling and sucking on her nipples, too. Adrian felt a great growing sense of lewdness and wickedly sweet pleasure deep inside her quivering belly, rising to meet and mingle with pain.
With one final cruel plunge, the dildo thundered home to bang against her tender cervix. She screamed. Little pinwheels of light danced in front of her face and she blinked her bugging eyes and saw the great cock, its realistic looking shaft glistening with her cuntal moisture, retracting from her and the lips of her vagina peeling out and rolling back in. Again it plunged mercilessly back in, rolling ends of her pubic hair into her cunt. The tempo and brutality were approaching inhuman levels. Adrian fought for breath with each maddening stroke.
Her strength and resistance broke down and her hips helplessly strapped in place moved in rhythm to the dildo plumbing in and out of her pussy. Faster and faster it went, bigger than any real cock and much faster. This could go on all night! she realized in a burst of fear. She couldn't stop it and she couldn't fight it and, as she relaxed, wincing against the wild pain, she felt an evil enjoyment.. . a tactile, lewd devilish enjoyment of this artificial cock. An animal sound . . . half-moan, half-whimper, escaped from her throat. She stared with glazed eyes and watched the huge dildo plunge right up into her sucking cunt and pull out again, jerking her back and forth while the suction cups pulled at her nipples. A wild, indescribable pleasure overtook her. This hurt . . . but it hurt beautifully! Better than the tongue, better, really, than a man's cock! She was trapped, strapped and defenseless as the dildo battered her cushiony cervix with thundering strokes with such a force that her naked body and breasts leapt lasciviously and the cups stationed at her nipples sent an electrical thrill right down to the vee of her seeping loins! A loose smile formed on her succulent lips and without realizing it, she was straining forward for the next delicious plunge as the machine increased its tempo. God, please let this go on all night!
His mouth next to her ear, he breathed, "You like that?"
"Yessss!" she hissed and licked her parched lips. "Want more?"
Sweating, her teeth gritting, her face twisted into a knot of lust, she nodded and the tempo increased still more. Her chartreuse eyes rolled back in her head and her spidery eyelashes fluttered over her cheekbones desirously. A rumbling moan bubbled from her laxly parted lips.
"Is this better than your boyfriend Carl?" Wade probed, his voice breathy and high.
Her mouth open, she licked at her lips, then drooled and moaned as the great cock plunged on and her body tensed in anticipation of the orgasm that would shatter her defenses completely . . . perhaps for eternity.
"Answer me!" he bellowed.
She nodded and breathed the word, "Better.. . "
"Come on, Adrian. . . "his voice grew in intensity. "Better than who? Tell me!" she could feel his hot breath bathing her ear.
"Better . . . " she breathed again, feeling an odd pleasing shudder suffuse her body.
"You have a boyfriend, don't you Adrian . . . tell me!"
Adrian shook her head and closed her eyes. She didn't want to think, only to feel that thing fucking into her cunt while she lay helpless.
"Carl.. . " Wade refreshed her memory. "Carmen told me all about Carl. Is it better than him?"
A sob bubbled in her throat and tears smarted her eyes. She shook her head violently. For an answer, Wade increased the rhythm of the cock, sending her higher, pinning her in space, while the dildo fucked her beyond belief. "Aaaaagggghhhhaaa!"
"Better than Carl!" he shouted now and Adrian heard herself screaming. "Yessssss! Goddddd, yesss!" She felt herself slip into a mindless animal lewdness. Yes! Carl was dead and so was she, in a way, and nothing had ever fucked her like this before. The humiliation and debasement were bittersweet reminders of her loneliness. Lewd and beautiful beyond imagination as her whole body tensed and trembled as the rapacious dildo thundered more and more violently into her tender pussy. To cum was all that mattered . . . not Carl, not decency . . . nothing.
"Say it!" Wade was hysterical, up by her head now, the machinery whirring and clicking furiously.
"YES!" she moaned as she felt her head being tilted back. "Better than Carl! Better than anybody! Oh God!"
Her cries were stifled as her head was tilted far back and she saw his cock, hard and erect, but still pathetically insufficient, pumping in his fist. Opening her mouth, she closed her lips over the swollen satiny tip, feeling it hot and hard in her mouth. She nibbled at first until the first taste of his pre-cum alerted her taste buds to greater treats to come and she sucked wildly, twirling her tongue over the rubbery head. Holding her head in his hands, Wade looked triumphantly down at her naked body skewered by the great cock and saw her goose bumped, rippling naked body twisting and writhing in lustful rhythm. She was his captive.. . for now and forever.
His hips twitched in a lewd dance of victory as he slammed into her mouth, his hairy testicles slapping against her forehead. With a sharp cry, he pumped his scalding cum into her mouth and held his penis there, forcing her to swallow his sperm.
His body shuddered and he slumped against her, his eyes glazed, watching with cruel pleasure as she sucked him dry and came with a soul-shattering shriek as the torture machine went wild, Red lights flashed like police car sirens and the tongue, the dildo . . . everything went to work at once, caressing, pawing over every naked inch of her rippling body, teasing, taunting, probing, licking, fucking.
It was an orgasm that would stain Adrian's soul forever.