Chapter 1
Betty Miller opened her mouth, sucking in a big gulp of air. Her large pointed tits rose. They were huge conical mounds, their height greater than their radius. Each was tipped with quarter-sized pink discs studded with rubbery nipples almost a half inch long.
Her reaction was due to the huge fake cock shoved into her asshole. She felt the thick, hard rubber of the dildo penetrate the puckered sphincter. Betty's ass had never been violated before. She didn't think it could happen to her. Yet, it was happening!
The fake cock filled her anal canal. The small orifice stretched to accommodate the dildo. She felt the elastic lips of her asshole shift as the dildo pumped in and out in coital thrusts. Betty had the feeling of a need to void her bowels. Her mind concentrated on restraining the urge. It passed. All she could feel was the cock sliding back and forth. Back and forth.
Her assailant continued to frig her hole. Betty's cunt was salivating. The walls of her twat were sweating with juices ready to lubricate any cock that might find its way into her quim.
Betty glanced upward to the rope suspended from the bar across the doorway. It came down to her wrists where her attacker thoughtfully bandaged them before tying her wrists.
She wished he had fucked her cunt. That was her wild desire. The need to have a vibrant pulsating dick boring into her virgin twat. Just the thought of a pumping cock within the recesses of her cunt excited her. Her thighs squeezed together. There was a mild attempt to create some friction against the lips of her pussy.
Betty wanted to cry out to the man frigging her ass, "fuck my cunt, fuck me!" She couldn't! Such an act was a violation of her ethical conscience.
She squirmed a little. Perhaps, he would get the message and stop the foreplay with her ass and start fucking her anxious twat! Instead, the dildo maintained the shuttling frigging. Her hips wriggled in a slow sensuous grind.
This was madness! She was encouraging him! This would never do! Her conscience would not tolerate any wanton exhibition to incite a sensual liaison. Everything depended upon being compelled to submit.
That's how it had begun! She had taken a winter vacation from the routine of library work. Embarrassed, she had been in a bookstore looking at some "hot" books, she had met Al. He had been standing behind her while she furtively examined several books.
"Is that what turns you on?" he had asked her. And that started it!
Betty turned, startled by the voice and being caught examining the salacious material. Her face turned a deep crimson.
"I was looking for some special research material," she lied. "Besides, it's none of your business!" She tried to instill some indignation in her voice.
The episode had exciting overtones. Her pulse quickened. She felt a spirit of mild excitation arousing her.
His light grey eyes smiled at her. "Yes, yes, I know!" he replied, amused. "But if you're really interested in the psychological aspects of bondage, I've got quite a large library. It's at your disposal. Just say the word! By the way, the name is Al Ross."
"Betty Miller!" she blurted out without thinking! Realizing the lack of propriety to the situation, she rejected his offer. "No, thank you. Besides, I don't have the time. I'm going on vacation. I just thought I'd see if there was any reading matter I could take along."
"Where are you going?" Al asked.
"I'm on my way to the resort over at Benson," she answered. "I may do some ice-skating if I get the opportunity."
"What a coincidence!" he said. "I've got a nice lodge there. Plus a good part of my collection there. Are you driving up?"
She nodded.
"Good! Where are you staying?" he asked. "I'll pick you up and lend you some of my books."
The pick-up had been that simple. Betty gave him the name of the hotel. On the way up, she silently berated herself for being so free with her friendship and information.
Within minutes after she checked into the hotel, Al was there. Betty resented his following her to the hotel, but after placing her bags in the room, she joined Al and they drove to his cabin.
Betty wasn't prepared for the sudden attack. Embracing her, Al moved her against a wall, imprisoning her. With his body pressed against hers, she was unable to move free. His mouth crushed against her lips and his free hand unbuttoned her car coat and slid up the back under her blouse. Betty tried to shake free by twisting her head. Al's mouth was firmly fastened to her unreceptive lips.
Al forced a knee between her thighs, pressing it into her crotch. With practiced skill, he moved his hand up the front of her blouse and captured a hard tit.
His fingers dug into her tit, the crushing fingers compressing the firm flesh. After satisfying the voluptuous pleasure of caressing her ample breast, Al shifted his attention to her cloth covered crotch. He began to massage that area with pressured strokes, stroking her hidden cunt with slow, measured movements.
Betty struggled to free herself. She tried to shift her head to avoid Al's mouth. His lips kept her head pinned to the wall. Little by little, she was succumbing to his salacious stimulation. Her struggling was a feeble token protest. Betty knew she was going to be raped but she wanted to salve her conscience.
Al drew his mouth away from hers for a brief moment. Betty gasped in heated excitement. Her knees buckled a little as he removed his knee from between her thighs. Only the wall and his body pressed to hers prevented Betty from collapsing completely.
She moaned in blissful approval of his ardent ministrations. "Ohhh! Al! Please stop!" she pleaded in a weak groan. "Please let me go. Please! Don't do this to me! Ohhh!"
He ignored her supplications. Instead, he unzipped the side of her pants. His hand slipped past the slight mound of her stomach, over the patch of pubic hair. Reaching its objective, the fingers slid into her damp, satiny furrow. One finger pushed its way into her slit.
She was almost in tears. "I'm a virgin, Al. Please don't do it to me. Please! I couldn't bear it!"
"Don't do what, Betty?" he demanded. "Say it! Don't do what?" His short square face was twisted in a sadistic grin. He seemed to be mocking her.
"I ... I can't say it!" she sobbed. "You know! Let me stay a virgin! Please take me back to my hotel."
"I want you to say it! Use the word! Don't be so up tight!" he insisted. "Go ahead! Say it! I'll let you!"
She groaned in reluctance. He was degrading her by making her use obscene words. "Don't ... don't ... f-f-fuck me!"
"I won't fuck you tonight," he promised. "But I want you to take off your clothes. I want you to do as I tell you. That's all! After it's over, I'll let you go."
Tears were trickling down her cheeks. She was in a compromising position. She could run out of the cabin, yelling "Rape!" at the top of her voice. That would be embarrassing. If she gave in, this nightmare might end.
"All right!" she agreed, sobbing. Al stepped away and her pants dropped down about her ankles. She stepped out of them. She tossed her car coat onto a chair. His eyes followed her movements with lustful greed.
Betty zipped open her blue blouse and removed her bra with hesitant deliberation. Her large tits were exposed for his view, the ample boobs his hands had earlier explored. Crossing her arms to shield her tits, she looked at him with tear filled eyes.
"Please, Al, don't humiliate me like this!" she pleaded.
He pulled her arms down with a rough tug. "Stop the crap and take off the rest of the clothes!" he ordered. "The faster you undress, the faster this will be over!"
Betty pushed her palms with beaten resignation into the waistband of the pantyhose. She slipped the elastic band over her hips. The last vestige of her dignity disappeared. Her nubile body was in full view as she stood naked before him. Ashamed, Betty buried her face in the palms of her hands.
She sensed Al surveying her body greedily. From the well-formed globes tipped with inviting nipples to the darkened mass of hair nestled between her thighs, she was a vision of luscious sexuality.
He pulled her hands away from her face. Betty kept her eyes closed, turning her head away, still embarrassed by her predicament. He produced a roll of gauze. As he started to wrap her wrists with it, Betty jerked her hand away.
"What ... what are you going to do?" her voice trembled.
Al jerked her hand back. "Stop worrying!" he snapped. "I'm doing this to protect you. We're going to have fun and games. You just do as you're told."
Leading Betty to a doorway, Al tied her wrists with a heavy rope. The rope was looped over a bar spanning the doorway. Al pulled the loose end and her hands were jerked upward. She was at his mercy, unprotected and vulnerable as she stood naked in the doorway, held there by her bound wrists overhead.
His hands caressed her body. Each tit was cupped, fondled, and squeezed. She closed her eyes to shut out the sight of the man standing in front of her. She wanted to eliminate the humiliating view of this licentious degradation.
The exploring hands traveled from her tits down along her rib cage. Her stomach was sucked in as she gasped at his touch. Al's hands were moving towards her unprotected cunt. A mild excitement caused her blood to flow faster. In spite of her reluctance to be sexually violated, Betty thrilled to his exploring fingers.
He knelt between her legs, his fingers rubbing the outer lips of her vulva. She looked down at his clothed figure. There was no mistaking the slight bulge in Al's crotch. Her cunt grew heavy with aroused moisture. The sensual excitement caused her nostrils to flare slightly. An increase in her respiration caused her tits to rise and fall and the twin cone-shaped boobs jiggled in an abbreviated dance.
With a little pressure, Al splayed her legs apart and moved in closer to her damp cunt. His tongue began a slow licking on the inside of her thighs. With unhurried deliberation, he shifted to her snatch. His oral brush started to paint the outer lips of her slit with saliva. His tongue moved thrillingly along one side of her cuntal lips and down the other.
Lavishing his lingual homage, Al's tongue crept into the throat of her twat. In broad strokes, he lapped the velvety interior. He tasted the initial erogenous sweat seeping from her vaginal pores. His lips split into a grin as Betty uttered little moaning sounds.
She strained at the ropes. Her body twisted in a sinuous undulation as his tongue teased her hot pussy.
"Ohhmmm!" The low moan rumbled in her throat.
Al's mouth fastened onto her clitoris, engulfing the unprotected papule. As he concentrated his efforts on her clitty, her pelvis wriggled in a provocative undulation.
He subjected the small tender piece of flesh to strong stimulating sucks. His teeth nibbled on her clitty. Alternating his attack, he rubbed his tongue across the engorged node. Like a jeweler, he polished the facets of her fleshy jewel. Al slipped his hands around her buttocks and pulled, burying his face in her furry crotch patch.
Betty's butt cheeks were squeezed while he maintained the steady oral massage of her clitty. The lingual strokes increased the voluptuous thrills permeating her body. She had discovered the sensual thrill while masturbating herself. But it was never like this! The erogenous pulsations were stronger now! She felt his hands leave her buttocks.
Al pushed a finger into her steaming box. With a slow steady motion, he frigged the dewy hole.
"Ohhrrr!" It was a prolonged semi-growl. "Oh, Al! I think I'm going to come! Oh, yes, yes! I'm coming, I'm coming!" she exclaimed in excited gasps.
Her thighs waved back and forth in wild frenzy. Her pelvis moved in a series of irregular thrusts. Up and down! Sideways! It was like the frantic pumping of a pump handle to bring up water from a well! Her body moved in a series of bucks and wriggles to accelerate the flow.
Al's thrusting finger was covered with the heavy flood of juices from her glands. Her orgasms were a series of tingling shocks that moved from her cunt throughout her body. Her open mouth with slack jaws was expelling deep sighs. Her tits jerked up and down in an erratic dance from her labored breathing and writhing body.
He stepped away from her, his chin glistening with his saliva and her come. "How did you like that for openers?"
Betty was still breathing heavily, her eyes closed. Her tongue swept over dry lips. Her body sagged a bit. The rope kept her arms stretched.
Betty enjoyed the lascivious initiation to sex, but refused to admit it to Al. The entire ritual had made her eager for more. While the position she was in was tiring, she was willing to endure it for more sex.
"Please, no more!" she pleaded in a whining groan. "I can't take anymore. Haven't you done enough to me? You promised you wouldn't ... fuck me. Isn't this enough?"
She was hoping to incite him despite her entreaties to the contrary. Perhaps, he would fuck her! Put that bulge in his crotch into her anxious quim! The effort to provoke him aroused her more.
"You don't really mean that!" he told her. "You want to be fucked! You've got that smell of a bitch in heat about you. But I don't intend to fuck you until you beg for it. In the meantime, I have other plans," he announced.
He left the room. During his absence, Betty wondered what else he intended to do to her.
Al was in back of her when he returned. Twisting her head, Betty tried to see what he was doing. A finger heavily lubricated with Vaseline insinuated itself past the tight puckered asshole.
Her body jerked in reflex action as the finger penetrated her sphincter. She was aware of the digit probing along the anal sheath. Al frigged the hole, lubricating it with a thick coating.
"Oh, my gosh!" she gasped in silent surprise. "Not my ass! He's not going to fuck me in the ass!"
Her voice reflected a mixture of consternation and alarm. "You're ... you're not going to ... to fuck me in the ass, are you, Al? Please, I've never had anything in my ass! I don't think I could stand the pain! Please, please!" she begged. "I'll do anything you want! But not my ass!"
He laughed. "Don't worry! It won't kill you! But I'm glad you'll do anything I want! A little more conditioning and you'll be begging me to do all kinds of things to you."
His prediction sent little shivers along Betty's spine. A perverse excitement made her tingle in expectation.
Al removed his massaging finger. Betty felt something pushing against the lips of her asshole. There was extreme pressure, slow, steady pressure that was forcing her tight asshole to stretch.
She opened her mouth wide, soundless, as the phallus penetrated the outer rim of her hole. The fake cock made the initial entry. It continued to move inward in gradual penetration. Betty felt the thick impaction filling her entire anal canal. She never thought such an entry could be effected. Al had succeeded in completing the insertion.
He started with a slow, steady rhythm, fucking her ass with the dildo. She felt a warm glow permeating her ass. As he increased the tempo, Betty wriggled her hips in a sensuous grind. Her pelvis moved in coital thrusts. Maybe, he would get her message! Al was right! By the time he finished with her, she would do anything!
Her arms were leaden! They had been secured for a long time above her head. It was very uncomfortable. Just release from that position would satisfy her. She could endure any sex act Al might commit her to as long as her arms were free.
"Al! The rope is killing my arms. Just let me put them down. I'll do anything you want. Just give me a break!"
He removed the phallus from her asshole. The stretched muscles of her rectum relaxed to their original state and coolness replaced the heated friction that had pervaded her ass. She sighed in relief at the release of pressure.
He shifted around in front of her. Her eyes rested on the dildo in his hand. It resembled a cock in every detail. She was surprised that her ass had accommodated it.
Al pushed it between the lips of her cunt. The fake cock moved into the throat of her pussy with ease. He jiggled it around several times. Betty felt a warm glow growing in her loins. He stopped after several thrusts.
"Just a few minutes more and I'll let you down," he promised. He stepped in back of her and kept talking.
"I want to remember this occasion," he said. "I'm going to take a picture of you as you are. I want you to smile and beg me to fuck you in the cunt. Do you understand? No other conversation! Just a big smile and the offer to fuck you."
Betty realized the implication of what he was saying. He was going to take her picture and blackmail her. This was crazy! She didn't believe it was happening!
"I promise! I'll do anything you want, whenever you want. You don't have to take a picture of me," she said.
There was a hint of anger in Al's voice. "Look!
You'll do it my way! I'm going to step in front of you and snap your picture. I want a big happy smile and a real sexy invitation to fuck your cunt. Either I get it without further conversation or you'll hang there until you beg me to take your picture," he threatened.
She knew there was no other way out. Either she obeyed his wishes or else. She sighed in resignation. In spite of her predicament, Betty harbored the licentious thought that maybe he would fuck her after taking her picture.
"All right!" she agreed. "Take your damned picture!"
"Don't forget!" he admonished her. "I want you to beg me to fuck you!"
"Yes, yes!" she answered in wearied assent. "Let's get it over with!"
She heard a metallic click. All appeared in front of her with a camera. Her face broke into a big smile. "Fuck me, Al, honey!" she invited. "Put that lovely cock of yours into my cunt. I need it bad!"
A flash went off in front of her. Al was moving in back of her as she finished her speech. She heard the metallic click again at the end. Realization of what happened dawned on her. Understanding of his insistence concerning the dialogue with the picture came to her. Not only did he have her in a compromising position on film! He had her voice on tape!
There could be some denial of the validity of the picture. It could be the result of a threat or some coercion. But the sultry exhortation to fuck her would invite sly nods at any attempt to discredit its credence.
"That was a despicable thing to do," she told Al as he released her. Betty rubbed her arms to get the circulation back. The arms felt numb. "I would have done anything you wanted me to do without it."
"I'll bet!" he answered in skeptical derision. "Besides, I didn't want to break the mood. You get your kicks being forced into the act. I could tell when I saw you reading those books. We're not finished yet!"
Up to now, the sex had been one sided. Betty secretly enjoyed the erogenous stimulation. Al might have derived some kind of lascivious pleasure. The bulge in his crotch was evidence of some kind of arousal.
His remark that they weren't finished yet piqued her imagination. Was he going to fuck her as she urged for the benefit of the taping? Her glands began to react to the stimulating thoughts running through her mind. Her pulse rate increased. She watched Al as he stripped off his clothes.
In her twenty-two years, Betty had never seen a real cock or touched one. She had seen pictures of cocks in all sizes and shapes. Hard and soft! There was the fake prick she had hidden away. The one she used to satisfy her unfulfilled desires! Her eyes focused in curious fascination on the dick that protruded from between Al's thighs.
It was long! Maybe, seven inches! It had a slight bowed look. A large, bullet-shaped head capped the erect fleshy shaft. It was pinkish-red and formidable looking! Her gaze rested on the heavy sac hanging suspended under his awesome looking prick. The sight of his cock filled her skin with goose bumps. Her body prickled at the erotic display of his hard-on.
"Get down on your knees and suck me off!" he demanded.
The command filled Betty with mixed emotions. She was attracted by the sight and repelled at the thought of sucking a cock. A slight whine of protest tinged her voice. "Can't you just fuck me? Do I have to do ... to put that ... in my mouth?" she asked.
"Cut the crap! Stop putting on the act! I can see by the way you're looking at my prick you want to eat it," he told her. "Get down on your knees and start sucking!"
"But I've never done that before!" she protested. "I don't know what do do! Are you going to come in my mouth? Please, Al, isn't there anything else you want me to do?"
"Just get down on your knees! I'll tell you what to do!"
Betty knelt between his legs, her mouth level with his hard-on. Following his instructions, she grasped the base of his prick, her fist resting against his bush. The touch of his cock sent an electric tingle through her arm. It traveled through her body and settled in her crotch. Her cunt started to salivate again.
Step by step, Al instructed her in the art of giving head. She ran her tongue over the crown of his shaft to get the taste of his prick. Her tongue flicked over the velvety knob. It was like licking an ice cream cone! Only this was a hot piece of flesh! And more exciting!
Still grasping the base of his prick, Betty pushed it past her partially pursed lips. The cock disappeared into the labyrinth of her mouth. The velvety tip of her tongue continued to make strong licks along the cock head.
Under his tutelage, Betty worked her lingual brush around the frenum, the underside of his cock where the shaft joined the crown. Her cheeks worked in and out like bellows as she puffed and sucked on the head. She held the knob captive with her teeth while she lathered it with her saliva.
The palm of her other hand cradled his balls as she fondled them. An erotic thrill pulsated through her at the touch of his nuts. Betty's head bobbed up and down. With each downward thrust, Al's prong almost disappeared into her oral void. She felt the fleshy knob against her throat. Almost gagging, she paused.
"You have to get used to how far you shove it into your throat," he cautioned her. "You're not doing bad for a beginner. You have to be careful, especially when I shoot my load. I don't want you choking on it.
"It's like drinking from a water fountain. You let your tongue control the flow. With practice, you won't have to do that. At the beginning, you have to get used to it. I'll let you know when I'm going to come. Don't panic! It won't hurt you if you swallow it. That's the best part! Just keep sucking!"
Feeling strange tingles in her cunt, Betty replaced her mouth over the cock, continuing to lavish attention on it. Her fingers holding his cock moved up and down. Increasing the cadence of the pumping motion, she began to jerk him off. The friction of her palm rubbing his cock elated her with erotic well being. Her tongue maintained the lapping strokes.
His balls shifted in her palm. Her curled fist felt the spasms in his shaft. He began to fuck her mouth. She knew he was coming before the spurting viscous fluid flowed into her mouth.
Still guided by Al's instructions, she absorbed his come. Thick globs of the sticky come filled her mouth. The salty taste of it wasn't too repulsive. Betty let part of the jism slide down her throat. She was surprised she was able to assimilate it. When the contractions in his cock subsided, her lips milked the residue from his shrinking tube. As she drew her lips away, she studied his slowly collapsing manhood.
Betty was fascinated by the strength of that piece of flesh when it was hard and virile. It was amazing how it could induce such voluptuous thrills. Yet, in its relaxed state, it lacked identity.
She looked up into his smirking face. "Can ... can I go now? Or are you going to degrade me some more?" she asked.
"G'wan, you loved that!" he taunted her. "With a little more practice, you'll be a great cock sucker." He tossed the dildo at her. "Here! Let's see you frig yourself with this!" he ordered. "I'll bet you have your own special pacifier. You're really digging this scene! If you do a good job on yourself, I might let you have the real thing!"
Betty considered her acts of masturbation, clandestine and reserved for her own private satisfaction. Something to help alleviate her bottled up erotic desires.
Her contact with Al had stripped away the veneer of respectability she was trying to protect. He had degraded her with his lustful demanded.
Now, he was humiliating her further! Betty would have to expose her furtive erotic practice for Al to see.
She pushed the artificial prick between her cuntal lips. With a slow cadence, she shuttled the dildo back and forth. In spite of the circumstances, Betty closed her eyes, oblivious to his presence. Her pussy started to sweat as the voluptuous sensation of the dildo stretched her vaginal walls.
Her tits rose and fell in measured rhythm. A mild erotic pleasure swept over her. Soft pulsations of pleasure were palpitating in her impacted snatch. A wanton detachment seized her. Her hand worked the dildo in an accelerated tempo. Betty's respiration increased. Her tits jiggled as her breathing became more rapid.
"Ohhhrrr! Ohhhrrr!" The rasping grunts of impassioned bliss tumbled from her lips. Her pelvis bucked in a frenzied drive. The dormant ember in her womb became an incandescent orgasm. She could feel the voluptuous heat growing. Just ... a ... little ... bit ... more!
Moans of erotic joy poured from her throat. Her body was jerking in a frantic sensuous gyration. Her face was flushed with the heat of ravished excitement. The orgasm exploded with a violent fury. She had never been turned on like this in previous sessions of self-indulgence!
As the orgasm burst inside of her, Betty frigged herself in short, rapid strokes. Her pelvis moved in tandem with her frigging. The heavy effusion filled her cunt. When she removed the dildo from her satisfied cunt, the residue of come trickled down her thighs.
Opening her eyes, she saw Al grinning lewdly at her. A hot flush of embarrassment colored her face. "Did that turn you on?" she tried to make the question sound sarcastic. "Are you satisfied now?
He nodded, grinning. "You're a real hot piece of ass! When I get through with you, you're going to be the best lay anyone ever had. I'm going to take you back to your hotel so you can pick up your bags and move in here with me. I've got big plans for you."
A slight tremble seized her. Betty felt apprehension and panic at his foreboding remark. She didn't want to leave the safety of her hotel. Moving in with Al meant she would be at his mercy. Who could tell what he was going to do to her?
Yet, his demand was a temptation. It hinted at long sessions of wild erotic pleasures. Moments of exquisite and turbulent sex. The opportunity to satisfy her own restrained longings of lust and carnal fulfillment.
"Once I get back to the hotel, I could call the police," she said in a mild attempt to intimidate him.
He laughed. "You could but you won't! I have proof of your indiscretions. Besides, you love being fucked! You can't get enough of it. You'll come back with me and beg me for more. Let's go! We're wasting good time."