Chapter 3
How could such a handsome man have such a soft cock? Kathy had thrown back the covers on the bed to study her husband, Tom. She thought he could've been one of those centerfold pictures in a liberated woman's magazine, because he had no bad features. Long hair in the mod men's style, and regular features, not too handsome, not ugly. Certainly he didn't have the brutish face of that Chuck Webster!
Kathy divided men's body types in three categories as to hair. The very hairy, which she disliked, the average hairy, and the smooth-skinned. Tom belonged to the latter type, as smooth-skinned as Kathy herself. Put that with big shoulders, a flat belly, a good chest and strong, male thighs and calves and you practically had a model. In fact, when he was younger in Chicago, Tom, with his dazzling smile had made some money modeling for an agency.
His cock was big enough, seven inches with a good diameter. Too often lately she saw it as it was now, curled softly between his legs, innocent as it lay in its nest of thick, healthy pubic hair. The balls looked full to her, and she now teased them with her hand, feeling a tingle of sex to hold those sexy testicles.
"Wazzat-" his eyes barely opened.
"Tom. It's six-thirty. Time to get up!" If she could get him into a hot shower on this cold, snowy morning, she might be able to tease him into some morning sex.
"Lemme alone call office, won't be in," he said. He pushed her head away from his belly.
"Oh, Tom!" she wailed. Hangover or not, it was vital to get Tom into his office this morning, with his boss in town and what Chuck had said about Tom being fired by the Chicago office. She didn't believe that; the C-W Company let its Traveling Sales Managers do all the hiring and firing in the various territories. It was really up to Chuck.
She would have to go in and open his office for him. All of the time she was dressing she tried to rouse him, but with no luck. What was worse, the only thing she had to wear that day was her pearl gray pants suit that looked too sexy. She wished she could wear denims, but she had to go on to her own job after opening Tom's office. The suit fit her too snugly and displayed her charms in an almost bawdy way, as if she were looking for sex. Whenever she wore it, her own boss sneaked dirty glances at her, and Horace Benbold, the scatological City Engineer, positively acted rude to her. Well she would just have to fend Chuck Webster off if he showed up early. She left home with reluctance; she'd wanted to wash out the frightening knowledge of her adultery of last night with a good sex time with Tom.
Tom's office was-likewise cold and desolate. She turned on the lights, turned up the heat and made the coffee. Miss Wiggins would be in at nine, and Tom's assistant a little later. The C-W Company made and sold office machines, so the Cranfield office had a repair room in the back where Tom's assistant worked. There were only the three of them, Tom, his assistant and Miss Wiggins, an older woman.
Chuck showed up a few minutes later, all overcoat and boots. "I thought so. No Tom, because of a hangover, but faithful wife steps in." He grinned at her. "You look great, Kathy. It must be all my jism I pumped into you last night. You need sperm in your tank, like a car needs gasoline. Hi test, of course. Premium." How disgusting!
"Please go out and come in again," she said, gritting her teeth. "I'm ashamed of myself for last night. I shall never, never let you touch me again."
He smiled, walked up to her and put a hand on her furry shoulder. "What happens now?"
"All I have to do is write a short letter, a note, to Mr. Scanlon the C-W Vice-president. You know what a prude he is."
He laughed. "You're so right. Here, let me dictate the letter." He tossed a steno pad into her lap. "Dear Mr. Scanlon: On a snowy night in Cranfield, your Mr. Webster fucked me in his motel room, which is no way for a boss to treat his employee's wife. I needed it, and I enjoyed it, but like everybody else I want to eat my cake and have it, too. What's worse, he caught me alone in my husband's office the next morning and fucked me again-"
"Oh, no." Kathy who'd sat there glaring at him jumped up and made for the door. He stopped her digging his hands into the soft fur coat at her shoulders. His eyes had that glow of hot coals again, and that devil sadism was obviously coming to the fore.
"There's nobody else in the building this early, sweets," he told her. His hands went under the coat. "Oh, my God, Kathy. What are you wearing? Fuck pajamas!"
She was scared now, her heart beginning to pound. "I won't take any more of your crude advances."
His hands were sliding down her back. "What'll you do when Tom is fired, Kathy. Go back to Chicago?"
"None of your business." She was trying to disentangle.
"Yes. Back to Chicago while you pound a typewriter and Tom sells neckties in a haberdashery store. You'll live in a grimy apartment
"You said he was fired anyway."
"I can change that. Two days in this cruddy burg and I can sell enough to carry him another month. I've done it before. I know this town."
"I won't have sex with you just to save Tom's job."
"Of course now. I don't blame you. We're after much higher stakes. I told you last night we're partners."
She hoped he wouldn't send his hands down below. He ran his hands down below, cupping her buttocks, luxuriating in the feel of the pearly cloth over her soft buttock muscles. Pressed to his loins, she could feel that hungry cock coming hard again.
"Oh, NO!" she cried and tore loose from him.
She ran back towards the workroom, and he caught her at the door. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him catch up something from one of the desks. She struggled with him again, furious. "Chuck, I'm not going to stand gorrrkkkk!"
He had filled her open mouth with a handful of paper clips. A real big mouthful. At the feel of all that hard metal in her mouth, she froze. That gave him time to reach down and rip off a strip of masking tape from a worktable and seal her lips with one then two broad stripes.
"Mrawwrrrr!" she protested, tears filling her eyes. The clips in her mouth were sharp and uncomfortable, and she dared not swallow for fear one of those sharp pieces of metal would slide down her throat. Then he reached down behind her knees, broke them, and gently laid her on the floor. As she went down under him, he pulled her fur coat halfway back so it locked her arms. Then he sat on her stomach. She was completely at his mercy, her arms locked by the coat and then pushed under her out of the way and pinioned by her body on top of which he sat.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she managed, shocked, scared and filled with despair.
He calmly began to unbutton her blouse. "The way I treat you honey," he said, "you wouldn't think I love you. The fact is, I think you're the brightest, most beautiful and sexy woman I ever saw in my life. When I first laid eyes on you I knew I had to bring you into my life. So I recruited Tom for the C-W Company. And eventually got him assigned to Cranfield. Then Scales' first wife died and there was my sister oh, it all fits honey, believe me."
She felt the coolness of the air as he stroked her bare flesh. What could she do? This maniac was going to use her body again and it would be the end of her world, as she knew it. The police, the District Attorney, publicity, Tom fired, and the whole town buzzing about the rape ... but all she could think about right now was getting all that dangerous metal out of her mouth. If she struggled too hard-
His weight was killing her. When he skinned off her boots and then her pants she had to help him. The first thing she said was. "My feet are cold."
The floor was like ice. He let her put on her boots and she felt humiliated to realize she made a very pretty, sexy picture for him in her bra, her panties and her boots.
"Kathy," he said sadly, "I once had a female cat who broke a leg. It was very sad, because to help her I had to hurt her. I had to immobilize her and bind her leg, and she couldn't stand that. She wanted to limp around the world on that broken leg, making herself an ugly cripple."
"Leave me alone," she wailed as he advanced on her. She struck at him, but he was too powerful, more like an athlete than an office worker. Shocked, humiliated, she sank into his arms helplessly. "Please don't do this to me. Please stop using my body. I don't love you. I don't want you."
He held her, stroking her back gently and she felt his hard-on again, so strongly punching up in his pants that he might as well have been naked.
"Kathy, believe me. I love you, but that's not the whole story. You're the key. You can change my life for the better, and Frank Scales' and Dolly's, and Tom's and your own. But I have to have complete domination over you. I have to train you to accept anything from me and do exactly what I require of you. There's a wonderful, juicy omelet to be savored in Cranfield for all of us. I have to break some eggs."
He held her nylon-clad buttocks tightly, rocking on her belly, thrilling his cock. All she could do was moan: "Not this way."
He ran his hand under her buttocks, inside her panties to find her cunt and stroke it. "This way the only way. Completely my own!"
Her cunt was dry and then began to wet as he stroked her. Nerves all shaken, she was surprised to find her box oiling up easily. He'd broken through the normal reserve that the sexes hold up as a shield against each other, putting his demands on her.
"What do you want?" she wailed.
He stopped rubbing her cunt and undid her bra to free her glorious breasts. "Your nipples," he said and set them on fire with his mouth. "Your mouth." He kissed her and she had to let his tongue go in a little way. "Your cunt," he murmured and rubbed her slit again, starting her sex fires. "Your ass," he said and teased her rear button with his finger.
"Tell me your scheme," she said, trying to get her loins away from that sexy embrace. Her belly was already on fire."
"Turn around, put your hands on that desk and close your eyes," he said. "We'll do this, first."
She did as he bid, almost willingly. He was obviously going to give her a quick fuck from behind as she bent over the desk. This way she wouldn't have to take that commanding tongue in her mouth, nor feel his teeth nibbling her nipples to make her gush with pleasure. Best to get it quickly over. The desk felt cold to her hands and she shivered. The office was warmer now, but not warm enough. His fuck would change that.
For Chuck as he undressed, staring at her back and sexy ass, it was a climatic moment. There were some women whose rears drove him crazy. Kathy's was one of them. Her buttocks were full and springy, the crack deep and inviting. Her back thighs were exquisite. Chuck Webster always had believed that to really dominate a woman you had to be able to shove your cock in her three major holes, her cunt, her mouth and her ass-hole. If you could get it off in her body in all these ways it meant she was open to you even if she didn't love you. It was all he could ask.
He used some hand lotion sitting on one of the desks to grease her crack and his cock, thrilling to the feel of her stubborn little pucker. Her loin mass was voluptuous enough to take his cock in the rear without tearing her gut walls, but that tight little sphincter was going to be unhappy for a while.
"Ah!" She moved uncertainly. It seemed to her Chuck had mistaken her cunt hole, as he rubbed so much of the cold cream in her crack. But now she was flowing real well; so why did he need it. "You've got me wet," she said sullenly. "Go ahead with your machine fuck."
Then she felt his cock knob prodding at her tight sphincter. "You've got the wrong hole," she laughed, in spite of herself. "Ohhhhh, that's like a goose and making me shiver!"
"Uh."
Her sphincter parted a little, accepting a bit of his cock head. "Chuck! she cried. Pain shot over her lower parts.
"Don't tell me you've never had c-c-c-cock in that sexy little butt," he managed.
"Ahhhhhhhh," she wailed in horror. She tried to fight loose of his embrace, feeling the imperative dig of that savage blade. "Ah, ah, ah," she grunted feeling the wounding prick forcing her. She concentrated on locking her muscle against it.
He did something that had to do with the desk drawers. Then with a swift motion he lifted both her hands, pulled her back and forced those hands into the desk drawers, one on each side. He closed the drawers on her wrists. "Oh, God!" she moaned, struggling. She pulled her left hand out, but he slammed the right drawer on her wrist. Pain made her whole body tense.
"Put your left hand back," he ordered, as he ground her right wrist with the drawer.
"Ow, oh, oh, oh!" The pain was too much. She put her left hand back in the drawer where it was at his mercy. He was plastered to her back now, a hot, raging male with the hungry rape-prick. "Listen to me Kathy," he gritted. "I'm going to fuck your ass. Even if I have to break one of your wrists, or both of them."
She gave a cry of despair, but she knew she'd have to submit. The pain on her arm was too great. She relaxed her loins and felt the great prick head violate her sphincter.
"Uuuuuuuuu," she went with a low down animal grunt. His gristle brought searing pain to her gut. He kept punching, gasping in delight. Oh, what fun men had with their pricks, opening the tender holes in woman's bodies, she thought. "Oh, God, God, God." Slowly, slowly his great cock drove her tight sphincter into its lens-opening action.
"When I fuck your hole open it won't hurt," he promised. "God, you've got a sexy ass. Squeeze your buttocks; that feels good to me."
She squeezed her buttocks, not because she wanted to, but because it would make the whole, horrid nightmare end sooner. He crooned as he felt her helpless, smooth buttocks tense against his thighs. He must really feel male superior to be fucking up into her most private hole and making her service him. "Oh, oh, oh."
Now he'd gone back to stroking her cunt under and around her hip and Kathy felt the first tweaks of pleasure since he'd greased her. Now she conspired with him to open her sealed gut for his pleasure, she grunting the most as she impaled herself on that indominitable prick, shuddering to feel it groove so deeply into her body. Reluctantly her sphincter gave way, her walls receded to accept his invasion.
"Oh, my God, your body heat," he moaned in pleasure. "Your deep-gut body heat."
"Ah, ah, ah," she went. She felt his pelvis rammed tight to her buttocks. She had his whole cock up in her gut. The pain had lessened and it continued to lessen. Her rear felt full, slightly overcome, but the heat of his prick was interesting. Then he drew it back and she cried out in delight. It was surprising but the natural expel motion made her sphincter give her a sexy burn. After all her back muscle was made to feel good at expelling material and grinding down on his prick as she forced it out of her gut felt exquisitely sexy, especially as he continued to stroke her cunt. He fucked into her ass-hole again, and Kathy said, "It feels weird!" It did, but it delighted her in a perverse way. She knew that servants and slaves got a hick out of their master's power, empathizing with his control, imagining Chuck's prick must feel to rape up her helpless back hole, push aside muscle and gut and take the sexy friction of piercing her.
"You-you-you fucking my ass!" she cried in wonder. She was getting hot now.
"I love every inch of you, Kathy. Your a-ass is a sexy part of you. I've got to have that too."
Kathy now became amazed at the thrills his cock was bringing her. Once the raw shock of his unique way of invading her body was over, his fucking of her ass began to stimulate her. It was a tender area, and his meat was hot and eager, creating new warmth in her lower regions. Of course the walls of her intestines were inflexible and couldn't provide the delight of her cunt but the grease and her natural juices provided a weird sort of friction that made her glow.
"Oh, it feels so funny!" she said, sensing her legs trembling. It was an after-reaction; the worst had now happened to her, and she was still alive, she was still Kathy Lewis, and she was feeling good.
His finger reaming her empty cunt made her glands squeeze out copious oil, and he managed to work her clitoris so that fuck-delight rose in her abdomen. "Ah, hah," she went.
"S-sosexy ah, ah, ah." Chuck pumped faster now.
She had found that if she tensed her buttocks each time he fully penetrated her it lifted her excitement. His breathing was ragged and she could feel the strong thudding of his heart against her back. It was warm enough in the office now. Too warm! She realized that he'd forced her up almost to her rutting heat. There was the fantastic sound too, a gentle slogging sound of human meat penetrating other human meat. Oh, he had her in a tight ass-lock, that was for sure. Her buttocks quivered and they both sensed her coming orgasm in that involuntary spasm of her nerves.
"I think I think-" she panted.
"What?"
"You're going to d-drive me crazy, Chuck." She was going into her rutting female animal now. "Fu-fuck me faster," she said. "Please, Chuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-"
Her loins were white hot, and she no longer thought about what was happening where. His masterful cock thudded into her and she took the friction with thrilling waves of dizzy delight, her whole belly filled with hot, glowing bliss, eager for more, more, more...
"You sexy little bitch I've reached you. I'm taking you, you love it," he keened in delight. He stopped frigging her cunt and hugged her tightly to him with born arms, as they became one fuck-hungry animal. Yet the force of his cock action still moved her cunt, still moved her clit and she was so hot that it was more than enough.
"I want to open aallll the way for you," she panted. "I want you have it all. Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh." She worked her butt now on his piston driving backwards as he drove into her, pulling back as he pulled back. That doubled the force of the friction and she was being whipped up into a wild, happy fuck heaven where all that counted was satisfying the deep animal hunger of her body. This man could use you to the limits you'd never reached before!
Then her guts were a white hot seething mass of nerves as she was driven by his plunging prick into her body lock.
"Oh, Chuck, so h-hot, so impossssibbbblle," she cried. "Oh, I'm going. I don't think I can hold how did you manage oh, my dear God, it's going to happen. HAPPEN!" She was screaming now for the first time she could remember. Her whole body tensed in one aching mass of orgasmic splendor. She hung on the brink of orgasmic heaven.
No woman had ever tested Chuck so thoroughly. He had thought he could seduce her, even bring her a fairly good orgasm in spite of the outrage to her soft behind. But this was fantastic! Beyond a certain point, this woman was a satisfying, hot bitch who could give herself in fury if a man had the nerve to make her open up.
"Hang there, Kathy. Hang in your freeze," he ordered. Now her smooth buttocks against his thighs were warm marble, absolutely locked in sex tension that was almost frightening. It was like she'd been struck by a bullet and the shock-freeze went on and on. Meanwhile, he drove his prick fiercely into her, forcing her to hang onto that state of suspension that was the first part of the most heavenly orgasms, the moment of truth before the joyful end.
THROB. Her cunt and her ass-hole together, a giant spasm that squeezed his cock. "Oh, oh, oh."
"Ka-Kathy," he mumbled almost in protest. His own sex nerves were hugely stimulated by that strong vibration. THROB. "Ah, oh, no!" he cried. To feel her succumb to his prick was the sweetest sensation he'd ever experienced. She was keening; it was one long note of happiness: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Then she expired, collapsing under him, in a joyful run of delicious little earthquakes that made her whimper. "Mmmmmmmmmm." He had the field to himself.
Three more luscious strokes in her now quiescent body, dominating male fucking off in his taken woman. Then his own magnificent fuck-lock. The bursting, proud knowledge that he owned all her beauty had taken every inch of her flesh that could be taken. "KATTHHHHHHHEEEEE, kaaaattheeeeeee!" he went. Spurt, spurt, spurt. Oh, it felt so good to seed her guts with that hot sperm!
He hugged her tightly and worked off deep gut shots of come up into her bowel, feeling her squirm as she received, had to receive, his hot stuff. He had taken her where she didn't want to go, stripped her, violated her unmentionable hole and squirted his manhood deep in her body in proof of his ownership of the kid. He felt absolutely king of the world in the good glow of his loins after pumping her full of his unwanted jism. Jism that he ended up making her want.
She was dressed again, and so was he. She walked around the office, shaking her head. Her behind really hurt now, after the heat of the action. like an athlete who doesn't feel the blows of the game until the action stops, she was now sensing the outrageous use of her gut by his prick. She knew the wounding hadn't been vital, the soreness would fade, of course. But the invasion of her ego that was different.
"I can still feel it," she told him. "The way your stuff kept going off in me. Way up, I mean. like hot wax, or something. I can't understand why you delight in destroying me with your obscenities."
"You hate me now. In a few days, you'll feel differently." He produced a white envelope that looked fat and she could see that there was money in it, lots of money. He said: "In about an hour, you'll be at your own job at Frank Scales office. You are to read the note in here, have him read it and give him the money."
She laughed. "Chuck, you're insulating my intelligence and his. Frank happens to be the most honest City Manager in the whole state. Every month somebody has an envelope with a note and some money. Don't you know that?"
"Not like this one."
"They all say that. Frank has even won an award as the finest city manager in the region. To live up to that alone would make anything dishonest impossible for him."
"Give it to him."
"Why don't you?"
"You have to do it. Me I have to go out on this miserable, cold morning and make some sales that your husband Tom, lolling in his warm bed, should be out making. I've taken my pleasure; I'll also do my work. I've recruited you to do the same."
She went to him and put her hands on his shoulders. "Chuck," please don't ask me to do this. Tell me you love me and couldn't help raping me last night and today. Tell me I was love-hungry and once you got my guard down I wanted you. It was good for me. Your sperm in my body confirms my womanhood. That and helping Tom keep his job is enough. I'll get after him, I'll get him going somehow, and I won't make any fuss about your mistreating me sexually. I was a proud, suffering martyr; you ended that. But don't go into his other."
He slapped her face. "Don't try to seduce me, you bitch. The plan's set, the action's started. You don't have any choice, because I'll take any steps I have to in order to make you think my way."
He buttoned his coat and walked out of the office without a backward look. She sat there for a long time, feeling the pain in her cheek, feeling the pain in her butt, sensing that they were subsiding. Knowing that he was determined she should suffer more pain if she didn't knuckle under.
At last she took the envelope and read the contents.