Chapter 7
Kathy sat alone in her house in Cranfield and listened to the sharp wind whistle outside her house, driving the fallen snow like cutting knives against the flesh of anyone unwise enough to go outdoors.
Tom had left her. To be sure, Chuck had phoned from Chicago to say that he was all right and that Chuck was going to keep him there to work on his drinking problem for a couple of weeks. Every atom of her being urged her to go to Tom, but Chuck insisted that Tom would have an easier time if she stayed away while he sorted things out, and she had to admit he was right. So she'd be brave and let Tom work it out with Chuck's help.
Then there was her job. Frank Scales had put her on suspension for a couple of weeks and would probably fire her. "Next week the Council finalizes the Crystal Building lease," he told her. "I've sent Dolly out of town because of that dumb business of the Sawyer Building. There were also some personal reasons. That meddling ass-hole, Chuck Webster, has really gotten things stirred up and we've got to let the dust settle." Frank was probably right about that.
But the worst of it was, Chuck had told her Pritchard Benbold was coming to see her probably that very night. "I've talked to the man, Kathy. We might be able to salvage the plan after all."
"Oh, Chuck, no! Not after all the trouble it's caused."
"Listen to me. If we can get the City Engineer on our side we can get him to admit to Tom he lied in making that anonymous call. Tom will recognize the voice you're out of the woods."
"Why can't you see him. Or why can't I come to Chicago?"
"You stay there and see Benbold. Listen to his proposition. You're my agent. Just hang with me and we'll get everything straightened out."
"I don't like him."
"Okay, I'll try to get down there tonight myself, but the roads are bad, and it may be late. Just string Benbold along. Tell him something, anything. Most of all, listen to whatever he proposes."
Chuck hung up. He guessed that Frank hadn't told her that Dolly was with him, and there was no need to give her any more to worry about than she already had.
Benbold came about nine o'clock, fat, bald, with a bowlegged strut. He had enough paunch for any three middleagers. "That dumb Webster shoulda talked to me first of all anyway," he told her almost before he had his coat off. His face was red from the wind and the eyebrows above the pig-like eyes were frosted. "Wow, I hope you got something hot for a night like this."
She mixed Benbold a hot toddy made nervous by the way he stared at her figure.
"I figger you're Webster's agent, sort of. He set you up to fuck Scales and to hand out the money on the deal." She shuddered. "Naw, I ain't no genius. I just rifled Frank Scales' desk drawer and read up on the whole thing. Saw the money too, but didn't touch it. I figger to get my cut when the time comes."
"You must've imagined-"
"Yeah, I got a great imagination," he roared.
She almost threw him out at that moment. Always before Pritchard Benbold had treated her with a certain deference that wasn't here tonight. Of course! He thought her a whore now!
"I saw what I saw, Kathy, and I had a hard-on for an hour after. Wow, the way you sucked the guts out of old Scales. Later I got a chance to dig into Scales' desk and found out why you were digging that old guy."
"It isn't what you think. Anyway, I don't believe that rifling Frank's desk is one of your duties, is it?"
Instead of getting mad, Benbold threw back his head and laughed. "You got spirit, doll. You're one smart dame. Listen-"
And he began to tell her how they could work together to "take Chuck Webster to the cleaners". All Benbold had to do was go to the owners of the Crystal Building and tell them their lease was in jeopardy. After all as City Engineer he wrote up all the feasibility reports. Benbold thought they might pay a few dollars to get a favorable report and a few more for an unfavorable one for the Sawyer Building of Chuck's.
"That ain't all. I know your husband ain't been doing well, working for the business machine company. Listen, I could help him a lot, too." He told her that C-W got little of the City's business. "The City spends thousands for machines like C-W makes. Listen, Kathy, I got a friend who could give Tom Lewis a contract that would make him a super star salesman. You don't need no Chuck Webster at all!"
Kathy wasn't interested in the money. But a chance to get out from under the influence of Chuck Webster, a chance to defeat the man who'd treated her so badly.....
Presently they had more hot toddies and Kathy and Benbold were chatting like old friends. He told her how much he admired her and how much he'd like to do for Tom, and while she knew he was exaggerating, it felt pleasant to find a strong man to oppose that horrible Chuck Webster and all his plots. Somehow he was on the sofa beside her and she was telling him her woes, including the fact that Frank Scales had suspended her.
"My God, Kathy, you don't have to take that. Why I could hire you into my office at more than that dope Scales pays, and treat you right. Scales lives in the nineteenth century. I can get rid of this jerk, Webster, for you, get some good business for your husband, and fix you up with a good job. My God, I'd've helped out long ago if I'd a known the problems you had."
Kathy felt very good now, much better, relieved and grateful to Benbold. When he leaned over and kissed her, she made no serious objection. It was like showing affection for your father and the series of hot toddies had made her pleasantly dizzy and relaxed.
Then she felt a warm, tingling feeling in her breasts and realized slowly that somehow Benbold had gotten his hands inside of her blouse and was very hot. "Mus mustn't do that-" she protested. She wanted to tell him she was a decent woman and tried to strike his hands away, but hers were too slow; they wouldn't move as fast as her brain told them to. She laughed in surprise at her own drunkenness and felt a warm wet tongue slide into her mouth over her lips.
Tom? Chuck? Frank? "Wazzat," she asked trying to pull away. Something warm, firm, hard mysteriously materialized in her hand. Male. Male meat. Cock. It was making her too hot. She wanted to grasp that solid, masculine certainty, and she feared it, also. It made her cunt flow, but everything was slowed down. Half angry, half aroused, she complained "No cock." Then her clothes seemed to melt away and it got cold. "Freeeeezinngg," she shivered.
Someone was extolling her virtues. "Kathy, lovely, delectable..." She felt herself carried to her bed, and she was glad because she needed to rest and it'd be warm. It was very warm, oh, delicious, because the man laid on top of her to keep her warm, fat, soft, sweating. Then his prick violated her and she felt deep belly thrills as the cock opened up her vagina that was already slick with her juice. Ahhhhh. Some of the fog cleared and she started to cry out in protest, but the intense sexuality of that driving prick strangled her cry. "Oh, noooooo," she wailed. Then: "Ah, ah, ah," It felt so good to have a warm, fatherly cock reaming into her cunt.
Benbold's face swam before her. "Fucking you!" he exulted. "Even Frank didn't fuck you the other day." Fat and bald as he was he was one turned-on male, digging his eager cock into her tunnel and slobbering on her face, on her breasts, hugging her, sweating and getting it off.
"Benbold no don't," she cried out, but she knew it was futile. Already his cock rode her clitoris and made her loins fuck him back in luscious strokes, while darts of sex delight shot up her backbone. She was fuck-captured by the rotund City Engineer in her own bed!
Kathy groaned, partly in pleasure partly in disgust with him and with herself. She'd meant to get him to help her, but had not meant to get involved with him sexually yet here she was giving herself to the last man in Cranfield she wanted to make love to her. Disgusting! And sexy, with that wild prick plunging into her. She would just have to take it, drain him off and-
"Oh, God, God, God, I ain't ever had it so good," creamed Benbold. "God what a beautiful piece of tail you are, honey. I could fuck you forever." Then to prove that he could he screamed: "GOD!" and locked and burst his seed in her, gasping his pleasure.
The feel of that squirting prick laving her internal tunnel surprised Kathy into orgasm herself. Her whole sex nerve network was hot, and as Benbold finished his last delicious squeezes, she gasped and throbbed off for his cock, paying tribute to his sexuality with throbs and with deep throat whines that added to his pleasure. Oh, disgusting!
Kathy was still half-drunk but sober enough now to realize that Benbold had lied to her and used her. Maybe he would help her overcome Chuck and help her with Tom and her job, maybe he wouldn't. His main motive was to cover her with his fat, disgusting body and fuck her.
He got off of her, murmuring and cooing "Beautiful. Best I've had in years." She staggered up off the bed hating him and hating herself. She could feel his copious jism sliding out of her cunt down her inner thighs, staining her with dishonor.
There was a vase by the side of the bed. Kathy seized it, turned and hit Pritchard Benbold over the head with it, smashing it into a thousand pieces.
His white face stared up at her in surprise. There was no blood, no wound, nothing but the dust of the broken vase and some odd scraps and pieces resting on his bald head.
"Why you cheap whore slut!" he roared. "So that's the way you want to play."
She tried to run but he got off the bed, caught her, and hit her squarely on the jaw with his big fist, and Kathy cried out in her hurt. "Ohhh," and went down at his feet. She was dazed again and her jaw stung furiously from his blow, so she just gave up and slipped into blackness for a while....
Tied up. There was no doubt about it. When she wiggled her legs they wouldn't move because her ankles were bound. When she tried to get her arms moving she couldn't because Benbold had tied her wrists behind her. She was still naked and she lie on the top of her bed. Her jaw still ached from the blow he'd given her. Her eyes focused on the clock on her dresser and she was startled to see that it was only ten thirty at night.
Benbold came in from the bathroom. He had stuck a small plastic bandage on his head; apparently the vase had had some effect after all. He was scowling. "Me you don't bop with vases, baby. You practically threw your tits at me. Your ass. So I fucked your sweet guts and what do I get for bringing you joy? A sock on the head. Uh-uh, not Pritch Benbold."
"Untie me."
"No. I gotta teach you a lesson, sweets."
"Untie me or I'll scream."
"If you scream I'll stuff a washrag in your mouth, sweets. You see you're kinda unlucky. It happens that I like rough sex, when I can find somebody else that-likes to play rough too."
"How dare you tie me up," she stormed at him.
He dug his finger into her belly button while she winced. "Oh, I dare, I dare." He turned her over. "This belt I got, I guess it belongs to your husband," he said. "Maybe he'd get along with you better if he licked your ass once in a while."
She was both frightened and angry. It was most humiliating to be tied hand and foot, then flopped on her face and left there, presenting her nude ass to the fat man. Smack! Tom's belt bit into her buttocks. "That's for hitting me with the vase," grunted Benbold. Smack, smack, smack! Oh, those blows stung her buttocks outrageously and Kathy squirmed and howled her shame and embarrassment to be so used by him. "After I gave you such a good fuck hitting me with the vase after all I was going to do for you, sweets." He grunted as he brought the belt smartly against her buttocks and the shooting pain made her thump her loins helplessly on the bed, crying, cursing him and thoroughly embarrassed to be treated like a helpless little girl.
"Jesus Christ, have I got a hard-on!" he exulted. "I ain't never spanked such a sweet behind. You oughta see your rear, Kathy. It's blushing a sweet, sweet red."
"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned. She felt him thrust his hand between her legs. "Pretty dry, huh?" said Benbold. "I tell you, I had a girl friend once, I could tie her up and spank her and she used to make her cunt flow juice almost to her knees. I'd stand there spanking her and almost come just to see how excited she got." He kept digging his hand into her cunt until her flow started. "Guess I'll have to educate you from the start, we're going to be partners."
Partners! He was worse than Chuck Webster with all this partners talk. "Please, don't hit me any more. I I'm sorry I hit you with the vase." The words almost stuck in her throat but she forced herself to say them.
Whack, whack! The belt had moved up onto her back now. "You're sorry because I gave you such a good fuck and you hurt me," he prompted her.
"Oh, yes," she moaned.
"Say it, bitch!" Whack, whack.
The words tumbled out of her mouth. "I'm sorry I hurt you after you gave me such a good fuck!" she wailed.
"That's better. Who'd've thought the high class sexy beauty like you digs whipping and rough handling like some street whore," he enthused. "We're gonna get along great, Kathy." He dropped the belt and went into the bathroom. She turned her head and saw him waddling, big belly stuck out in front, an enormous hard-on jutting up between his legs. My God, Benbold must be some kind of a sadistic madman. He actually sounded happy and friendly when he was beating her and making her say those wild things.
He came back with a plastic bottle that she recognized as rubbing alcohol. "Got to soothe those little cuts I made on your sexy body," he said. "Don't want a beautiful piece like you to get infected."
She screamed. "No, no!" She knew the sting the rubbing alcohol would have on her tender skin and the abrasions. But he laughed and palmed a handful of the liquid and slapped in on her butt. "Ahhhhhhhhh," she keened in pain.
"Scream it out, doll," he cheered her. "You like punishment and when we fuck later you'll really go crazy for cock."
She did not like punishment, but he was deep into his trip now. There was a sullen sex glow when he finger-fucked into her cunt, and the warmth of the spanking he gave her had hinted at what a masochist must feel. But Kathy Lewis was no masochist!
He wet his fingers with the fluid and sunk them inside of her crack. The fiery stuff in her cunt made her thump her body on the mattress in deep distress. "Oh, no, don't don't," she begged. His answer to that was to dig his fingers into her ass-hole where the liquid added hot flames to her already punished behind, searing her tender flesh. She wriggled in her bonds. Oh, she had to escape this cruel madman!
"Would you like to suck me off now, Kathy? Now that I've punished you and we're friends again? You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
What could she say. If she said "no" he'd punish her some more. If she said "yes", she'd have to take that repulsive cock into her mouth.
She shuddered and said: "No!"
"Oh, Kathy, that was a mistake," he said. "Oh, my dear girl, that makes me think I haven't punished you quite enough. When I've done a good job, you'll beg me for sex, any way that I want it." He looked around the room. "Ah, a candle!"
He turned her over once more, went and got a long, graceful candle that she always kept in the bedroom both for decoration and for electrical emergencies. He lit it and stood above her, smiling down like one of the devil's cherubs. Kathy was really frightened. Whether it was booze plus the sex, or whether he somehow felt she had no redress against him, she thought he was a little bit insane and must be humored. But she could never forget that moment when, naked and tied up on her bed, she stared up into the pig-like gleaming eyes of August Pritchard Benbold as he smiled evilly down upon her, holding that lighted candle.
"Well, now," he said examining the length of her nude body. "Here's a blemish we can eliminate." He turned the candle up and let the hot wax drop off onto her navel. Ohhh, it was hot. She jumped like he'd shot her.
He bent over her, grinning. "But, Kathy sweets, I'm just trying to seal up some of your holes so you won't want to have sex with them. You just said you didn't want to have sex."
"I I I-"
He waved the candle over her mouth. "The hot wax won't really burn you, Kathy. Kids drop it on their hands all the time. It stings a little, that's all. Open your mouth. I'll seal it off, so you won't have to give me a nasty old cocksuck!"
Eyes bugging in her head, Kathy firmly locked her lips. Benbold laughed, dipped the candle and spilled hot wax over her sensitive pink breast nipple.
"Argghhhhh!" she went, cringing at the punishment.
"We'll seal those off too," he said. "They can excite you into unwanted sex, huh, kid?" He dropped wax on her other nipple as she screamed and felt the excess boil down into her cleavage like superheated jism. Benbold cheered happily. Then he brought the candle flame close to her face once more.
"Close your eyes, Kathy. Under no circumstances should you oughta see anything as dirty as my hard prick waving in the air."
When she saw that he meant to drop the hot wax into her eye sockets to seal her eyelids closed, Kathy went slightly crazy, bucking and spinning on the bed, and tossing her head. Why, it might actually blind her! "Oh, you rotten, fucking, damned, shithole beast!" she screamed. "Oh, you mother-fucking shithead!"
Benbold laughed. "Why, Kathy such talk from a high class snoot like you." But instead of dropping the wax on her face he brutally slammed the candle, base first, into her cunt. Kathy's heart pounded and her body sweated and she was twisting and jerking like some Olympic athlete. He just got on the bed with her and held her as well as he could reaming her cunt with the candle. Oh, oh, oh. "Do deee don't, don't!" she exploded. He had captured her extreme body excitement and was turning it into sexual excitement, riding her cunt with glorious friction of the cock-like candle. Her twisting in fear, turned into twisting from her sweet sexual distress. He was really pumping her off and her excitement translated neatly for him into his candle masturbation of her. She bucked her loins against the candle, gasping now. "Oh, ah, oh, oh, oh-"
"Go, baby. Fuck that hot candle, suck it into your guts," he cheered her. He prodded at her proudly, making her work her sex equipment. "I'm gonna make you scream with your candle orgasm!" Her fury and the frustration of being tied up and being in his control made her lash the harder. She felt she was at the doors of madness and ecstasy from the continuous, outrageous thrills of total body use against the man's fuck demands. Then, shattered, muscles tiring she began to surge and lock in her sex freeze. "Ah, God, oh, Gus. OH, JESUS, GOD, I'M FU FUCKED
GOOOIIIINNNNNNG! AHHHHHHH." She lifted up for him, and he cheered again and held the candle as she froze. "Ah-uh, ah-uh, ah-uh," she went throbbing off her orgasm to his candle. It had gone out long before, of course, but it quivered and jumped, as she came, signaling the distress-joy of her clipping cunt as, imbedded in her, the darkened end of it waved in the air.
She was so exhausted she just fell back on the bed, not caring that the greasy prick-substitute was still thrust deep in her body. She closed her eyes and listened to her heart thud, and felt the traitorous sex glow of her loins and hated Benbold and all men.
Presently he gently lifted her head and she dreamily opened her eyes and saw his stiff cock thrust at her. Docilely she took his meat in her mouth and began to suck him. He was satisfied now with the results of his sadism, treating her very gently, moving his loins in deep-gut thrills as she sucked him off.
She didn't try to make it good or bad, but she just sucked him, feeling him rise, getting gentler and softer in his tone as he approached orgasm. "Oh, Kathy, sweet girl, so gooooood," he intoned. She felt no sexuality because she'd had to spend so much. She wished now she'd sucked him off to begin with, rather than accepting the humiliation of the candle fuck.
"Oh, Kathy, you're doing it. DOING IT!" he suddenly burst and gave a great pig grunt. She felt neither excited nor sad as his first burst gushed into her mouth. He had mastery of her for now and she just obediently sucked his foul-tasting come because he wanted her to while he wiggled in fat joy and spent his guts out into her mouth and down her throat.
Chuck Webster walked into the room shortly after they'd finished. "Kathy, that was one bastard of a drive on a cold night like this-" He broke off and stared at them.
Kathy, on the bed, still tied up, was a pathetic sight. Some of Benbold's jism had leaked out of the corner of her mouth and her eyes were lackluster in her exhaustion. Chuck said: "I think you goddam overdid it." Benbold grinned at him weakly. "I we it turned out she-likes the rough stuff, you know?" His eyes glazed in horror as Chuck turned white and advanced on him. "Now, Webster, damn it-"
Chuck hit him in the stomach and Benbold folded with a gut-wrenching belch and a loud clatter. Chuck grabbed him by one arm and dragged him into the bathroom. Kathy just lay there and heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Then came a scream. "Yeeooooow!" Then she heard the unmistakable sounds of Gus Benbold vomiting. That seemed to go on for quite a while. Kathy just lie there patiently listening. After a while she heard a sound she couldn't make out and then heard Benbold's panicked "DON'T PLEASE" and then a high pitched, pain-wracked scream. After that Benbold was vomiting again but now it sounded like there was nothing left for the fat man to heave up. One more loud satisfying smack and a thump and Kathy closed her eyes and smiled. She felt Chuck's hands undoing her bonds. She heard him murmuring words but she was too tired to understand them. She just let him cover her with her robe and fit her inside the covers, and then she sank down into a half-sleep, half-faint. Her ordeal was over.