Chapter 2
Blissfully unaware of the fate that had befallen her, Barbara Lanier carefully locked her motel room door from the inside, slipped off her high heeled shoes and slowly peeled off her expensive and highly fashionable dress. Her white nylon tricot slip, embellished with frothy lace at the hem and bosom, gently out-lined her full feminine figure and allowed teasing glimpses of the garments beneath it. Her stocking feet padding noiselessly against the carpeted floor, the brunette matron strolled over to the full length mirror along one wall to inspect her figure. She liked what she saw. For a woman of thirty-seven, she had maintained her figure quite well. Her full, firm breasts, molded and shaped into two firm points by her Playtex brassiere, pressed proudly outward against the confines of her lacy slip. Their fullness contrasted pointedly with the narrowness of her waist and complemented her nicely rotund hips, giving her an appealing hourglass figure. Her legs were full but very shapely with nicely rounded knees and lush, tapering thighs.
"Not bad for a gal your age!" Barbara remarked aloud as she inspected herself at various angles.
Reaching down and grasping the hem of her slip with both hands, she gradually wriggled the garment off over her head, mussing her brown hair slightly in the process. Attired only in her white panties, matching brassiere and garter belt, and dark brown nylon stockings, she once again inspected herself in the mirror. Beneath the thin material of her panties, the outline of her luxuriant growth of rich brunette hair was clearly discernible. For some reason, which she had never attempted to fathom, Barbara was rather proud of her heavy growth of lushly curled pubic hair. The "jungle" her husband sometimes called it, wall-to-wall carpeting she had joked about it.
"I wonder why I feel so itchy tonight!" she mused as she reached back to unfasten her brassiere.
Slowly, still watching herself in the mirror, she removed the confining garment and observed her full, pink-tipped breasts tumbling silkily from the cones of the brassiere. Obviously enjoying their newly found freedom, the two plump mounds jouced prettily. Pretending that she was performing for an unseen audience, Barbara slowly hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties and seductively rolled them down. The glittering brunette triangle slowly came into view, and a flash of pink meat appeared as she lifted her legs to step out of the panties.
Sitting down on the side of the bed, Barbara unhooked her brown stockings and carefully removed them along with her garter belt. Completely naked, she stretched out on her back and could not resist running her hand through the silken nest at the fork of her legs. Biting her lip slightly, she slipped a finger into the plush outer lips of her vulva and gently fondled her clitoris.
"Ahhhhh!" Barbara gasped with pleasure. Autoerotic stimulation was her secret vice, an adolescent habit she had never been quite able to shake.
Why do I feel so itchy these days, she asked herself. Funny, it seems to get worse as I get older. I wish I had the nerve to really do something, to break out of this middle-aged housewife trap. Things are changing so much these days. It looks as if life has sort of passed me by. Oh, I must take a shower and try to get my mind on something else. They must have a bar around here somewhere.
The attractive brunette matron went into the bath and stepped into the shower. She took her time about it and emerged a few minutes later feeling quite cool and refreshed. Opening her suitcase, she selected the items she was going to wear with considerable care for a woman who had no real plans for the evening. Each item was carefully laid out on the bed: black panties trimmed with lace frills, a matching brassiere with black satin cups, black satin garter belt, sheer charcoal-shaded nylons, black nylon half-slip with a wide lace hem, and fashionably short orange knit dress.
She dressed slowly and with some care. There was an explanation for her overly elaborate wardrobe. One of her favorite fantasies was going to a bar, getting herself picked up by a strange man and then being raped by him. Not that it was the least bit likely to happen. Barbara rarely frequented bars and then only in the company of a fellow female, usually after a downtown shopping trip.
Inspecting herself in the mirror, Barbara picked up her purse and exited from the room. The hallway seemed longer than she had remembered, and she turned to the right although she wasn't sure she was going in the right direction. Suddenly someone grabbed her from the back and clamped a hand over her mouth!!
"Oooohhhh!" Barbara's terrified scream was in good part muffled by the hand over her mouth.
Taken completely by surprise, the attractive matron went completely limp and had to be held up by her unseen assailant. With surprising strength he began dragging her into a small side room, which was obviously used for storage of cleaning equipment and linen.
Oh, my God, he's going to rape me! I've got to resist, Barbara told herself with growing fear. Oh, this is terrible! This can't be happening to me!
Closing the door behind them, her attacker shoved her abruptly against one wall, pinning her up against it. Breathless and horrified, Barbara found herself staring at Max Thompson, whom she recognized only as the polite desk clerk who had checked her in earlier!
"You!" she gasped with astonishment. "You can't do this to me! Let me go! Let me go this instant! I could have you arrested for this!"
"Shut up!" Max Thompson hissed.
"Let me go!" Barbara demanded, trying to conceal her mounting fear. "Let me go right now and I won't say a thing about it! Please!"
"Shut up and listen to me!" Max Thompson ordered in a menacing voice. "Your daughter ... "
"W-what?" Barbara gasped. She had completely forgotten about Lila alone in that room at the other end of the motel. "What? What about her?"
"She's been kidnapped." Max informed her.
Barbara's eyes grew wide with mounting horror as the meaning of the dreaded words began sinking in on her. "Oh, no!" she gasped, putting her hand over her mouth. For a moment, she was afraid she might faint.
"If you want to see her alive, you'll cooperate with me!" Max told her, a suggestive leer on his face.
"My husband will pay you anything you want!" Barbara told him. "Please, don't hurt her. Please!"
"He'll be getting a ransom demand in a few hours," Max told her. "But it'll take him awhile to get the cash together, and in the meantime you can entertain us!"
"W-what do you mean?" Barbara stammered, although she suspected only too well what he meant. He was leaning forward against her and she was trying to pretend that she was not aware of the surging erection pushing against the front of his trousers.
"You know damn good well what I mean!" Max Thompson told her. "Don't pretend you're a goody-two-shoes society woman who's never had a prick in her cunt!"
"Oh, how can you talk like that?" Barbara gasped. Nothing upset the well educated, upper class woman more than vulgar words, and she particularly detested the word cunt.
"Cunt, cunt, cunt!" Max repeated when he saw the expression on the hapless woman's face. "From now on, your cunt's public property for me or anyone else on the staff! Understand?"
"Ooooh!" Barbara gasped, nearly wilting under the vicious verbal assault. "Oh, how can you? You can't get by with this! You know that, don't you?"
"We'll see!" Max told her with a grim smile. "In the meantime you just think about your daughter's safety!"
"Oh, please, don't do anything to her!" Barbara pleaded almost frantically.
Max released his grip on her and stepped back slightly. "Let's see what you got, baby!" he said, motioning with one hand in a manner that apparently meant that he wanted her to pull up her dress.
This can't be happening. This is a nightmare, Barbara told herself. I have to be dreaming. "What do you want?" she asked in a small, fearful voice, her lip trembling. Although she told herself she mustn't look, she could not refrain from stealing a glance at the promising curve in her assailant's trousers. The surge of warm girl juice that suddenly flooded her panties made her feel guilty and ashamed.
"Show your legs, honey!" Max Thompson told her, smiling in a manner that indicated that he was thoroughly enjoying her humiliation and distress.
"I-I couldn't!" Barbara stammered. "I'm not that kind of ... Please, I couldn't do that!"
Max's eyes were fastened on the hemline of Barbara's orange knit dress, which was just short enough to reveal her fully rounded knees. "Come on, baby!" he spoke suggestively. "Show me how you hold those stockings up!"
"Oooooh!" Barbara was too distressed to find words that fit the occasion. "I ... oooh! Don't!"
"Are you forgetting about your daughter?" Max reminded her.
"Oh, no!" Barbara capitulated with mounting despair. Closing her eyes as tightly as she could, the madly blushing matron miserably reached for the hem of her dress with both hands. After a moment's pause, she managed to raise her dress a couple of inches, revealing a glimpse of her tapering, nylon-clad thighs.
"More, more, more!" Max instructed, licking his lips at the interesting prospect ahead.
"Oh, please," Barbara pleaded. "A woman like me can't ... Oh, this is awful!" Squirming with shame, the scarlet-faced housewife miserably hoisted her dress another couple of inches.
Max's stiffly erect, hotly throbbing prick pulsated at an accelerated view as more charcoal-shaded nylon came into view. "C'mon, baby, I still can't see how you hold those stockings up!" he spoke with a leer.
He's forcing me. I don't have any choice, Barbara told herself. Oh, how can I? I feel so brazen. Doesn't he realize how humiliating it is for a woman to show her hose tops and garters?
"C'mon! C'mon!" Max urged, a trace of impatience in his voice.
"Oh, no!" Barbara's pleading voice was filled with self-pity. I have to do it! It's hard telling what a fiend like this would do with Lila if he ever got the chance. Trembling with fear and humiliation, the attractive matron haplessly raised her orange dress to reveal the expanded tops of her charcoal colored nylon stockings, the metal clips and black suspenders of her garter belt, and a glimpse of ivory white thigh. The respectable housewife had never felt more humiliated or undignified in her life.
"Mmmmmm!" Like any red-blooded male, Max could hardly refrain from smacking his lips as he gazed at the intriguing combination of dark stockingtops and bare white thighs. "C'mon, baby, let's get that skirt all the way up to the waist!" he demanded. "Roll it up nice and tight!"
"Oh, no!" Barbara moaned with despair. "Oh, don't make me do that! It's shameful!"
"Go on! Do what I say!" Max spoke forcefully. "Quit stalling! You want a good smack across the face?"
"No, don't hurt me, please!" Barbara whimpered, backing fearfully against the wall of the small room. I have to do it. He's a sadist! I don't have any choice! With tears of shame trickling down her cheeks, the miserable housewife began rolling her dress up even higher.
Max stood back watching intently as more and more lush white thigh came into view, contrasting vividly with the tautly drawn black suspender straps of her garter belt. "You got great wheels, baby!" he told the suffering woman. He was enjoying her humiliation nearly as much as the aesthetic pleasures she was involuntarily affording him. "C'mon, let's see what color pants you got on!"
"Oh, no!" Barbara gasped as she miserably complied with the degrading order. Sniffling with shame and self-pity, the attractive matron continued rolling her dress up to reveal her black nylon panties.
Max's eyes lit up as he caught sight of the well-filled pair of black, lacy panties. "Now, that's real nice!" he spoke with undisguised relish. "Now, you just keep that dress up like that!" he instructed. Extending one hand, he cupped one breast familiarly through her dress and brassiere.
"Oh, don't touch me!" Barbara impulsively protested, shivering and backing away as much as she could.
Max laughed and stood watching the unhappy woman with pleasurable anticipation. Blushing a flaming scarlet to her very roots, Barbara stood with her back braced against one wall of the small room with her orange knit dress brazenly rolled up to fully reveal her black panties, garter belt and shapely, stocking-clad underpinnings.
"Do you have any idea how sexy you are?" Max asked, licking his lips as he continually feasted his eyes on the appealing array of feminine charms.
"Oh, how can you torment me like this?" Barbara pleaded. "You're a sadist! A degenerate!" In all of her shame and distress, the inexperienced housewife was nevertheless aware of an undercurrent of excitement about the whole affair. Although she could not bring herself to admit it, she found herself experiencing a surprisingly strong sexual attraction for her tormentor. Confused and guilt-stricken by the strange feelings that assaulted her, Barbara continually squirmed and directed shamefaced glances at her assailant.
Max seemed more amused than irritated by the insulting epithets hurled at him by the distressed woman. "I got something to show you!" he promised in a confident, almost arrogant, tone of voice. Without further ado, the well built motel proprietor unzipped his fly, pulled open his shorts, and deliberately allowed his blood-gorged, rigidly hard masculine tool to pop out into full view. Fully erect and twitching with raw physical desire, the massive, swollen organ extended a full eight inches in length and was capped with a purlish, plum-shaped glans of impressive dimensions.
"Oh, NO!" Barbara gasped and shuddered as she gazed at the powerful masculine weapon. As with many rape victims, in her emotionally upset state she exaggerated the proportions of her assailant's stiffly erect organ until it seemed simply huge and resembled a terrifying harpoon that would tear her apart. At the same time, she found herself forced to suppress an almost insane urge to melt completely before that magnificent tower, to yield completely, even take it in her mouth. With crazy ideas like that she deserved the mistreatment she was enduring, or so she guiltily told herself.
"How do you like that, baby?" Max asked, a trace of amusement in his voice.
"Oh, how can you?" Barbara pleaded, fighting back tears and finding herself nearly in a state of collapse. "Don't rape me, please! I'm a respectable woman! Oh, please!"
"You're gonna love it, baby!" Max said, moving forward in a menacing manner. "How'd you like to put it in your mouth?"
"Oh, what a filthy idea!!" Barbara burst out in a outraged voice. "How can you even think ... I'd never do such a thing! Never! How can you...." Max snickered at the older woman's puritanical outburst. Putting a small stool in front of her, he calmly sat down on it.
"What are you going to do? What are you going to do?" Barbara asked fearfully, speaking quite rapidly and backing against the wall in an effort to get herself as far away from him as she could. She was afraid to yank her dress down and miserably held it up for him.
"I'm gonna get you out of these pants!" Max informed her with relish. "Now hold still or I might tear them!"
"Oh, no, don't!" Barbara pleaded, shuddering violently as he extended both hands toward her wispy panties. "No, don't please! Oh, this is awful!" Although the brunette housewife had often teased herself with fantasies about being raped, the reality of having her panties removed by a strange man in the dingy surroundings of that little room was far different from anything she had imagined.
Max slipped his rough masculine fingers into the elastic waistband of Barbara's black panties and began peeling them down with deliberate slowness. His eyes lit up with pleasure and masculine desire as the fleecy harvest of rich brown hair slowly came into view.
"Oh, this is degrading!" Barbara miserably protested as she felt her most intimate feminine garment departing to expose her completely.
Pulling the black garment downward, Max licked his lips as he gazed at the glittering feminine slit that was largely camouflaged by the abundant crop of luxuriant brunette foliage. "Oh, what a cunt!" he spoke with a reverence that contrasted vividly with his crude words.
"Ooooh!" Barbara whimpered, humiliated beyond description by her own lewd exposure.
"A cunt like that is good enough to eat!" Max remarked as he finished pulling off the embarrassed woman's panties.
"Oh, how can you talk like that?" Barbara protested. "I never heard of anything so filthy!"
Max leaned forward, permitting his face to brush against the curly brown hair.
"Oh, what do you think you're doing?" Barbara gasped with outrage. "You pervert! You ... you....
Max drew back and looked up at her, an expression of amusement on his face. "You mean you've never been eaten before?" he asked.
"No! Of course not! I never heard of anything so ... so...." Barbara stammered, infuriated by his base desires yet strangely stimulated by them.
"In that case, you're in for a real treat!" Max promised her. "There, stretch out on the floor!"
Barbara did not resist as he pulled her down to a supine position on the bare floor. Her dress up around her waist, she kept her stockinged legs together to preserve what she could of her modesty. Shaking and trembling noticeably, she gazed at her assailant with a mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes. Max quickly pushed the stool out of the way and dropped to a kneeling position at her feet.
"Here, let's get these legs open!" he said, clasping each nylon-clad ankle and pushing backward.
Telling herself that she was being forced to submit and had no choice in the matter, Barbara allowed her shapely legs to be pushed back and spread open in a completely wanton manner. A look of pleasurable expectation on his face, Max moved into a kneeling position between his victim's opened legs.
"Oh, no, don't do this to me!" Barbara protested, knowing that she was already quite moist with arousal and ashamed of it. "Please, don't! It's not natural! People shouldn't ... "
Ignoring her protests, Max extended both hands to her vulva and slipped his fingertips between the plump, juicy outer folds. The two coral lips came open with a delicious squishing sound that Barbara found exquisitely humiliating. Biting her lips and squirming miserably, the attractive housewife submitted passively as her perverse assailant spread her labia open in a positively obscene manner. Max rolled his tongue lasciviously over his lips as he gazed at the ample expanse of watery, brightly pink feminine meat in front of him.
"Oh, this is awful!" Barbara protested. "Please, I'm so humiliated! Don't look up me like that! Oh, this is terrible!" Ashamed and miserable, the attractive housewife squirmed with movements that were unintentionally coital in nature. Her entire body felt hot and tingly and her breasts were becoming uncomfortably taut within the confines of her brassiere.
Holding his wriggling victim's cuntal lips open with his fingertips, Max leaned forward and quickly buried his face right in her wet pussy.
"Ooooh, no!" Barbara's voice mingled distress with excitement at the lewd oral assault. "Oh, no, stop it! Not that! Oh, my God!"
Smearing his face against the wet, lush feminine meat, Max quickly extended his tongue and went to work with long, virile swipes. Flicking with serpentine thrusts his busy tongue moved up and down inside the juicy furrow, concentrating on her inner labia and taut clitoris. Gushes of feminine juices impulsively bubbled up, bathing his face with their hot, slippery oils and trickling into his mouth.
"Oh, no, my God, stop it! Stop it!" Barbara cried out, astonished and ashamed of the suddenly intense sexual exhilaration she was experiencing. "Oh, no, it's perverse! Oh, stop! Oh, stop before ... Oh! Oh! Ooooh! Ooooooh! Oh, stop!" The brunette housewife was becoming progressively more breathless, and her protests had started to sound much less convincing.
"Ahhhh!" Max smacked his lips with genuine satisfaction as he enthusiastically ate and nibbled on the hapless housewife's deliciously wet box. Pressing his mouth very tightly against the watery feminine gash, he formed his lips into an oval and sucked with clearly audible slurping sound. He could sense the almost electric tension in her magic love button, and could feel it swimming in the torrent of feminine honey. Barbara's stocking-clad legs were coiled around him and she was squeezing him in a tight vise.
"Oh, this is awful!" Barbara protested, horrified yet fascinated by the obscene slurping sounds produced by her assailant's busy mouth. Given no choice in the matter, the comely matron found herself becoming powerfully aroused by the lewd assault. "Oh, don't take advantage of my weaknesses like this!" she pleaded in one final attempt to salvage what was left of her respectability.
Thoroughly enjoying his victim's torment, Max ran his hands under her full, satiny hips and between the crevice of her buttocks. One forefinger penetrated her anal canal and screwed lewdly inward, dilating the tiny opening.
"Ooooh! Oh, no! How can you...." Barbara pleaded, squirming and thrusting her pelvis back and forth with instinctive thrusts that made her ashamed of her own abandonment.
Sucking intently on her wet, slippery pussy and tormenting her rear aperture with his probing finger, Max could feel his victim giving in to voluptuous pleasure despite herself. The attractive housewife's lush thighs were repeatedly coiling themselves around his head as she writhed on the floor with repetitive thrusts of her pelvis. Gushes of hot feminine soup were continually bubbling and foaming from the steaming interior of her wet cunt, and he could feel the contractions in her vagina that were demanding fulfillment.
"Oh, please, fuck me! I can't stand it any more!" Barbara breathlessly begged despite the humiliation involved in debasing herself like that. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Please, I have to have it! Please! Please, don't torture me any more!"
Max drew back and used the back of his hand to wipe the feminine cream from his face. "Okay, if you want to get fucked, you're gonna get fucked!" he told her. "But not in any standard missionary position!" he added, looking around and spotting a cleaning lady's cart that would suit his purposes just fine.
Abruptly lifted to her feet, Barbara suddenly found herself jackknifed over the side of the cart with her brunette head plunged deep into the canvas interior and her aristocratic bottom sticking up higher than the rest of her body.
"Oh, no, this is humiliating!" Barbara cried out, trying to pull her head out of the refuse container. "Oh, no, this is terrible! Not like this! Oh, this is so degrading!"
"Keep your head in there!" Max demanded, roughly shoving her head deeper into the dusty canvas bag.
Keenly aware of the humiliating posture that left her plump, rotund buttocks jackknifed upward at a steep angle, as well as the dingy surroundings of the small storage room, Barbara wept with mortification and despair. Oh, this can't be happening to me, the hapless housewife repeatedly told herself. It simply can't be happening to me. Someone will come along and ... In her despair, the attractive matron vividly recalled how many times she had idly fantasized about being raped and how thrilling it would be, and in her guilt could not refrain from telling herself that she really deserved what she was getting.
"That's better!" Max remarked when he noticed that his victim was offering no resistance. His jutting sexual organ pounding with hot anticipation, he paused to feast his eyes on Barbara Lanier's lewdly displayed feminine pulchritude. Out-lined by her black garter belt and charcoal-shaded nylons, Barbara's quivering, bare buttocks were upturned in total vulnerability before him Although she was keeping her legs together, she could not completely conceal her bright pink cuntal groove and the lush brunette hair surrounding it.
"Oh, please, this is awful!" Barbara wailed, her voice partly muffled by the canvas cleaning bag. "I don't want to be ... Oh, this ... I feel like an animal!"
Cringing and fearful before the expected assault, the theretofore chase housewife felt quite alarmed and disturbed by her own sexual arousal. She recalled with shame how she had begged him to fuck her to relieve that frantic itch in her clitoris and vaginal orifice, and cursed herself for being so weak and susceptible to temptation.
"Ah, this is going to be great!" Max announced with relish as he stepped forward to possess his miserable victim.
Barbara shuddered violently as she felt her assailant's hands clasping her bare waist, holding her in position for the penetration that she both feared and desired. Although her vision was completely blocked off by the humiliating canvas bag that surrounded the upper half of her body, she was all too aware of the hotly pounding, fully erect phallus that was being aligned with her all too vulnerable cuntal slit. Creamy feminine juice bubbled out of her hot, itchy pussy with impulsive gushes, and trickled down the insides of her thighs to the tops of her tautly pulled stockings.
"Oh, no, how could you? Please! Oh, this is terrible!" Barbara protested in a distraught voice.
Max maneuvered until his out-thrust, rock hard penis was directly in position with his victim's quivering, twitching feminine gash, and then thrust forward in a firm, virile fashion.
"Ahhhh!" Barbara gasped with a mixture of discomfort and excitement as the thick masculine lance sliced into her vagina like a hot, hard bayonet! "Ohhhh! Ooooooooh! Not so ... Oooooh! Oh, it hurts!"
"Mmmmm, that feels good, baby!" Max remarked in a pleased voice as he felt the wet feminine meat clinging to his hotly throbbing cock.
"Don't! It's so undignified! Oh, please!" Barbara protested, struggling but not really resisting. Humiliated not only by the lewd assault but also by the undignified position in which she had bee placed and the tawdry surroundings of the little room, the breathless and miserable housewife to herself that she must not enjoy what was happening to her.
Everything in her background and upbringing cried out against it, yet the initial waves of sensual pleasure created by the deep, penetrating masculine spear were already threatening to overwhelm her.
"Relax and enjoy it, baby!" Max told her in a amused voice. "You love having all that meat in you and you know it!"
The husky motel proprietor began thrusting back and forth with somewhat leisurely stroke forcing his stiffly erect penis deep into the delightfully wet channel and then drawing back until just the head was inside. Wet, syrupy, feminine honey bubbled up continually, lubricating his masculine pleasure rod and leaving it as slick as grease. He could feel the vaginal contractions deep inside her pussy that told him that she was deeply aroused by the lewd assault no matter what she might tell him.
"Ooooh! Oh, this is awful! Please, it humiliating!" Barbara protested. "You can't get away with this! I'm submitting only because I have no choice! Oh, you're horrible!" Despite her conscious will, the masculine thrusts that penetrated deeply into her steaming cunt were quickly bringing her to a fever-pitch of sexual arousal. I can't let him bring me to a climax, the hapless housewife told herself. I can't let him know that I'm enjoying it. Oh, I don't deserve to be treated like this! Oh, this awful bag! I can hardly breathe in here!
"You're a great piece of ass, baby!" Max lewdly told his squirming victim. "Bet nobody ever told you that before, huh?"
"Oh, you're terrible!" Barbara exclaimed, cringing at his disgusting words, yet finding them quite exciting. He was, of course, right; no one had ever talked to her like that before.
Holding the miserable but obviously aroused matron at the waist, Max began pumping with firmer strokes. Each forward thrust produced a loud gasp from his wriggling victim, who was beginning to breathe in a loud, passionate manner despite herself. Her buxom hips continually jerked and tossed about with spasmodic responses to the masculine thrusts that fully dilated her hot, wet vagina. Blood-gorged and pounding with full erotic intensity, Max's stiff prick was beginning to itch and pulsate in a manner that threatened to become uncontrollable.
"You love it, don't you, baby?" Max tormented the suffering woman. "Don't tell me you're too good for it! I can feel your cunt grabbing and snapping at it! You're just starving for cock, aren't you? Go ahead and tell me you love it!"
"No! No! No!" Humiliated beyond description, Barbara could not bring herself to confess the awful truth.
"You're gonna come for me!" Max told her. "I'm going to make you come for me! Come, come!"
"Oh, no! No! No!" Barbara tearfully protested. "No, please!" Although she was struggling against the pleasurable sensations that were continually building from the depths of her hot, burning pussy, the young matron knew she was fighting a losing battle. The constantly thrusting masculine harpoon was scraping against her taut, buzzing clitoris, creating intense feelings of sexual rapture that left her entire body quivering like a leaf. She could not control the instinctive contractions deep inside her vagina, and felt deeply ashamed by the snapping, grabbing muscles that told her assailant how sex-starved and man-hungry she really was.
"Come! Come!" Max repeated. "Come for me, society lady!"
"Oh, my God, this is terrible!" Barbara wailed, realizing that she had no choice but to give way to the raw, physical pleasures that were threatening to engulf her. I can't help it, she told herself. It's not my fault. He's forcing me and I simply have no choice in the matter. Oh, my God, my pussy's so hot, so enflamed! Oh, how can he take advantage of me like this!
Max began ramming his madly pulsating cock back and forth like a battering ram. Each forward thrust sent the burning hot, blood-filled shaft plunging deep into Barbara's wet, convulsively spasming cunt while rivers of hot feminine soup poured over it like a spring cloudburst. The emotionally distraught woman's vaginal muscles eagerly sucked in the powerful masculine intruder, as if trying to trap it inside her.
"Come, baby, come!" Max repeatedly told the highly aroused young matron. "Come on! You love it! Just let yourself go! I can feel your cunt snapping! That's the way!"
"Ooooh! Oh, my! Ooooooh!" Barbara exclaimed, knowing that it was useless to resist.
"Ooooh! Oh, myyyyyy! Oh, it's ... Oooooh! ... I ... Oh ... So ... It's so...." The attractive brunette tried to speak, but was too upset and breathless to get the words out in any intelligible form.
Realizing that his comely victim was completely enmeshed in the throes of sensuous longing, Max vigorously initiated the final assault. As Barbara twisted and jerked her body with snake-like movements, he began pumping with all of his might. Each forward thrust penetrated to the deeply aroused woman's cervix, producing a loud, passionate gasp that left no doubt that her climax was rapidly approaching.
"Come, come, come, come, come!" Max urged in an almost hypnotic voice.
Clasping his wildly writhing victim in a tight grip, Max slammed forward with everything he could muster and exploded like a cannon. As she felt the hot masculine cream jetting into her vagina with forceful bursts, Barbara gasped ecstatically and surrendered completely to sexual bliss. The intensity of her own climax dismayed her, and the waves of sensual pleasure emanating from her incredibly hot cunt made her feel deeply ashamed and guilty. But she could not deny to herself that the brutal, degrading assault on her womanhood and respectability had been wildly exhilarating.
"Oooooh! Ooooooh! Oh, my! Oooooh!" Breathless and almost choking in the confines of the canvas bag, Barbara sagged weakly over the side of the cart.
"Ah, what a piece of ass!" Max exclaimed in a highly satisfied voice. Stepping back, he observed his gasping victim with amusement. "You can stand up now, society lady!" he told her.
With some help from her assailant, Barbara managed to straighten herself up. Quickly yanking her orange dress down, she stood flushed and unable to look her captor in the eye. Yet she could not resist stealing a glance at his now dangling penis, glistening with a mixture of cum and girl juice.
Max reached down and picked up Barbara's discarded black panties. "Here," he said, handing the tiny garment to her. "Use it to wipe yourself!" He smiled at the look of revulsion that came over her face.
Blushing and looking deeply shamefaced, Barbara performed the repugnant task for her assailant. "You can't get by with this," she protested in a quiet, resigned voice.
"Now put your panties back on," Max told her, replacing his freshly wiped prick in his pants.
Barbara gulped but thought better about protesting. Nearly tripping, she replaced her panties as quickly as possible to minimize her exposure before her loathsome captor. She had not thought about what might happen next.
"Now you can take that fancy dress off!" Max commanded, "And that slip, too!"
"W-why?" Barbara stammered, surprised and alarmed by the sudden order. "W-what for?"
"Do as I say!" Max demanded, waving his hand in an impatient gesture.
Embarrassed, but realizing she had no choice in the matter, Barbara removed first her dress and then her half-slip. Blushing and trembling with a mixture of embarrassment and fear, she stood before her assailant attired only in her black brassiere, garter belt, panties, dark stockings and high heeled pumps. Although she could not bear to look at him, she could feel his eyes moving up and down, taking in every detail of her curvaceous form.
"Here, put this on!" Max told her, handing a garment to her.
Barbara took one glance at the blue cotton garment and gasped. He had handed her a chambermaid's uniform! "Why, I couldn't wear something like that!" Barbara sputtered indignantly. "What do you think I am anyway?"
"Put it on!" Max told her, grinning at her obvious discomfiture. "Around here you're no better than the colored chambermaids, so you might as well dress like one!"
"But ... but ... "Barbara protested. "I couldn't. A woman of my class ... I ... "
"Put it on!" Max demanded in a loud voice, raising his hand in a manner that indicated he might strike her if she stalled any longer.
Cringing and backing away from Max, Barbara haplessly donned the humiliating blue chambermaid uniform. Apart from its embarrassing lower class connotations, the rather ill-fitting garment was much too short for her, ending several inches above her knees and barely covering the expanded tops of her black stockings. Mortified at the sight of herself in the humble uniform, Barbara tugged fruitlessly at the hem.
"Please, I can't wear this," she protested. "W-why, it hardly covers my stockings!"
Max grinned as he stood watching the miserable woman. Her expensive black stockings and black patent leather pumps made a vivid contrast with her blue cotton uniform dress. "Now that you're dressed for the job, you can go to work!" he said.
"Work?" Barbara was clearly dismayed by the very word.
"Yes, work," Max told her. "From now on you're the chambermaid for this part of the motel!"
"Are you kidding?" Barbara exclaimed, clasping one hand over her mouth in complete astonishment.
"That's right," Max told her. "I want you to change the linen and clean up every room in this section. When you're done, I'm going to inspect to see what kind of job you've done. And if it isn't perfect, I'll have to punish you!"
"Punish?" Barbara gulped, clearly dumfounded that anyone would even dare use that word when addressing her.
"That's right," Max replied. "Now here's a set of keys for you to get into the rooms."
"You can't do this to me!" Barbara sputtered. "You can't make me work as ... work as ... as a maid!" It was obvious that the very idea was deeply humiliating to her.
"Oh, yes, I can," Max assured her. "And don't get any fancy ideas about escaping or calling for help. Just remember, we've got your daughter!"
Their eyes met and Barbara knew that she had no choice but to obey her sadistic captor.