Chapter 3
In one day, Betty had been laid, relayed and parlayed. She considered herself a virtual prisoner subject to Al's whims and fancies. And she still had six more days to go for the rest of her vacation! She envisioned the balance of her time spent in a similar manner.
When her time was up, Betty hoped to rid herself of her jailer. She hoped! It was doubtful with his blackmail hold on her. She had to devise some plan to escape his hold on her.
Up till now, Al evidence little consideration for her. His offer to take her to supper and pay for it was a surprise. Betty took advantage of this concession. Even to the extent of going off her diet! Eating more just so it would cost him!
Back at the cabin, later, they slept together. He pressed his advantage by fucking her two more times.
The next day was Sunday. Betty expected a day of rest. Al had a partially stocked larder. She found herself making breakfast for him. A plea to release her would be a waste of time. Instead, she asked for some protection against becoming pregnant. He conceded the point by giving her a package of pills. She considered that a favorable sign. At least, he wasn't a complete villain.
Al left the cabin to get the Sunday papers. He returned with the papers and a guest. He didn't bother to introduce the man. His explanation was the man was a masseur at one of the hotels. He claimed that she might be a little muscle bound. A good massage would help.
Betty didn't buy the excuse. But her legs and arms were a little tight after the excessive bondage she experienced. Whatever the newcomer did couldn't hurt! Besides, it was obvious there was to be more sex.
Both men stripped. It seemed funny to her. She stretched out on the kitchen table. She was on her stomach. Betty felt warm oil poured on the nape of her neck and shoulders. Skilled fingers began to manipulate and probe her flesh. The kneading motion of the hands loosened some of her muscle tightness, bringing relief. If she was going to be fucked again, the fringe benefits weren't too bad.
The masseur's experienced fingers rubbed the cervical-dorsal area with soothing strokes. The gentle rotating of the muscles at the back of her neck gave Betty a feeling of well-being.
"Mmmm!" she murmured approvingly.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked.
"No, that feels good. Just keep on doing whatever you're doing," Betty replied.
He continued to work on her back. His professional hands ran up and down her spine. Soft pressure was applied to the coccyx. Then the hands moved to her buttocks. He probed and squeezed the tender fleshy mounds.
For a brief moment, fingers caressed her asshole and passed on in a downward descent. His hand travelled along the perineum and touched the lower portion of her cunt. A thrilling chill of excitement coursed along her spine. He slipped a finger into the already moist twat. For several seconds, the digital emissary explored the damp slit.
Betty was almost ready to have a mild orgasm at the touch. The finger disappeared. The hands moved away, concentrating on the thighs, twisting and probing the soft flesh.
The entire procedure was repeated with warm alcohol. Briskly, the masseur rubbed the liquid into Betty's skin. After the application of alcohol, he started to cup and pummel her body to stimulate the muscle tone. When he reached her buttocks, he used firm hard slaps.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed. The stings of the .slaps made her ass burn a little. There were only a half a dozen blows. When he stopped, Betty experienced a fiery tingle. She found the massage and the slapping of her butt exciting. Her legs splayed out. She pressed her cunt against the table. The rest of the massage could wait. Now was the time for a good fuck! But she wanted Al to make the overtures.
"Turn over!" the masseur ordered. She flipped over on her back. Her eyes made a quick survey. Both men had hard-ons.
Gentle hands reached down and fondled her heavy cone-shaped tits. The fingers crushed and probed the soft ample flesh. His hands cupped each nipple just below the areola. Her nipple became more pronounced. He rubbed the palm back and forth in rapid strokes. Like someone shining shoes! The friction of the fast moving palm sent another electrifying chill coursing down to her cunt.
With soft movements, the hands traveled slowly over her chest cage, lingering on her navel. He moved down to the hairy bush that camouflaged her cunt. Betty closed her eyes, enjoying this thrilling treatment.
There was a brief pause. The hands moved away and Betty assumed he was applying more oil to his palms. She felt his hand massaging her pubic hairs.
It was pleasant and a feeling of euphoria seeped into her body. Whatever he was using wasn't the regular oil!
Her body jerked with a start. The next part of his treatment was unexpected. He began to shave off her cunt hairs. She was startled at the initial contact.
"What ... what are you doing?" she exclaimed. Her eyes widened in fear. She tried to sit upright.
Al gave her a rough shove, pushing her shoulder. "Lay back and relax, honey! Don't worry! He won't de-ball you! We're just giving you a little shave and shampoo. Wanna make your pussy more attractive!" He held her down by her shoulders while the masseur continued shaving.
Betty was apprehensive about this new development. The razor continued to scrape off her cuntal fuzz. When he finished, he wiped away the excess soap.
She wondered what her cunt looked like, shorn of hair. The pubes seemed cooler at the loss of her bush.
The lips of her snatch were spread apart to expose the clitoris. The venereal papule was slightly distended now. One hand kept the meaty hood over the clitty back. The other hand grasped the engorged piece of tiny flesh and began massaging it.
Betty responded by gyrating her hips, elevating them a little to press against the source of stimulation. Deep throated groans of ecstasy erupted from her mouth.
The fingers moved into her dewy quim. Two fingers dug deep into her pussy's throat. The tactile thrusts sent rapturous shivers down her spine.
Betty's hips undulated in coital movements. The probing fingers were inducing the beginning of an orgasm. Moans of pleasure purred from her throat. "Mmmm! Ohhmmm!"
The orgasm was building up. She elevated her hips to press the fingers deeper. A little bit more and the flood would start!
Frustration flooded her as the fingers discontinued the erotic play. She opened her eyes in time to see the masseur bend his head towards the vee of her thighs.
A renewed electrical surge of voluptuous rapture charged through her cunny. His warm moist mouth pressed against her snatch. She reached down to press his face closer to capture its wonderful delight.
He was accomplished. His dexterous tongue and versatile mouth were as competent as his hands. He exerted practiced wet pressures that continued to send wave after wave of intoxicating responses through her loins.
Betty continued to hold his face in a firm embrace with her pussy. His teeth captured the base of her clitoris. Holding it in a firm oral grip, he pulled it taut. His tongue lavished strong flicking strokes over the entrapped flesh.
She squirmed in ecstatic rapture. Her snatch grounded into his chin. The previous day's sessions didn't compare to this moment. The sensual thrills made every nerve fibre in her tingle. Betty was experiencing a carnal bliss never felt before.
While the masseur's mouth was evoking rapturous thrills, his fingers were inserted into her ass and cunt. The twin holes were frigged with strong rapid strokes.
She rolled her head from side to side in ecstatic anguish. Her mouth sucked in and expiated large gulps of air. The twin orbs of her heavy tits rose and fell in rapid cadence. Betty bucked and rocked her hips and pelvis in a frantic and frenzied gyration.
"Ohhrr! Ohhrrr!" she groaned in tortured bliss. "Oh, you cunt lapper! Eat me out! Eat me out! Don't stop it! I love it, I love it! Keep sucking! Harder, harder! Frig me, frig me! Oh, oh! That's it, that's it! Just ... a ... little ... bit ... more!" Her wild coital movements were punctuated with her words.
"Now! NOW! I'm coming, I'm coming! It's pissing out me! Suck me dry, suck me dry!" she demanded in an urgent husky voice.
Betty felt the multiple discharges of orgasms pulsating within her boiling snatch. The fingers vacated her holes. The masseur fastened his mouth to her naked slit. She rewarded him with a heavy effusion of orgasmic ambrosia from her spigot-less faucet. His tongue dipped between her vulva to lap it out.
The mouth disappeared from her cunt. Betty's body went slack against the table. Her body was coated with perspiration. Her coital movements during the oral massage demanded a great deal of effort. She was spent, physically and mentally. Having her cunt eaten out was a rewarding experience in exchange for the other sessions.
"Now, it's my turn!" the masseur announced. It was one of the few times he spoke while there.
Betty slipped off the table. The carnal act left her in a semi weak state. But she was ready for whatever he had in mind. He was heavy muscled in the arms with a big chest that tapered into a slim waist. There was nothing wrong with his prick either. It protruded from his groin, proud and erect. His cock was thick and larger than the others she had sampled.
She followed them into the main room of the cabin. The masseur took a small footstool and placed it between her ankles. This forced her to splay her legs about twelve inches apart. Betty was doubled over at the waist. He produced two sets of leather manacles. One end was fastened to her wrists, the other, to her ankles. Bound this way, she was unable to straighten up.
His hand parted her ass cheeks. The other hand guided his rampant dick to her asshole. A dull pain flooded the lips of her sphincter. She felt the steady pressure jamming his venereal ambassador into her anal chambers. The muscles of her ass tried to repulse the attack. It lasted for a brief moment. Little by little, his hard prick gained entrance until his cock was all the way into her ass.
Lascivious muscles in her rectum embraced his dick in a loving grip. He gripped her by the hips, pulling her ass close to his groin. His prick was deeply sheathed in her anal canal.
His hips pulled back. He began the slow rhythmic pumping of coital strokes. She felt his cock slide back and forth along the constricted passageway of her rectum. The ass fucking wasn't too bad! It was the position she was in!
Her mind tried to remove the uncomfortable feeling from her thoughts. Better to concentrate on the erotic excitement of the fuck!
The cock slid partially out of her ass. His body moved away from her buttocks. He shoved his prick back in a slow thrust. It was a hard push. His groin bumped against the ass cheeks. The movements were deliberate. In ... out ... in ... out! The same steady cadence!
Betty moved in tandem with the penile strokes.
He didn't seem to be in any hurry. As though he wanted to prolong the sensation.
She detected a slight increase in tempo. He was still unhurried but the thrusts weren't as deliberate. She wriggled her ass, grinding the tight asshole around his shuttling cock. The cadence increased! The masseur rocked faster, pushing his cock in and out faster.
His groin bumped into her buttocks with greater force. In her awkward position, she would have fallen on her face if not for his grip on her hips. Despite her doubled over pose, Betty managed to wriggle her ass in erotic gyrations.
She heard him grunting from the exertion of the accelerated movements. His rapid urgent thrusts heralded the ultimate consummation of the act. Being fucked in the ass didn't turn her on as much as the other sex acts. There was a mild glow of excitement inside of her. Although, she enjoyed having the contact of come juice pouring into her.
The shuttling prick continued to scrape her anal walls in rapid strokes. Betty maintained the erotic wriggles of her ass. Any moment now, she figured, he would come!
He shoved his prick in, ramming it was a forceful push. She felt the deep strong thrust as his cock spewed out his come in a copious flow. Her sensitive anal muscles detected the strong penile contractions. Each pulsation sent a hot glob of viscous fluid into her rectum. She was conscious of the ejaculations.
His body remained pressed to hers, his cock buried up to its hilt in her ass. The thick impaction began to shrink. With a reluctant sigh, he pulled out his prick. The withdrawal made a slight popping sound. A little of his come trickled out and remained behind on her sphincter. The leather manacles were loosened. This was a good time for another massage!
Betty grimaced as she straightened up. Keeping bent over, shackled, was not an ideal position for getting screwed. She wished Al and the men he brought would confine themselves to positions conducive to comfortable fucking.
The masseur patted her on the ass in a friendly gesture. Big deal, you gorilla! she thought. You almost busted my back. He dressed and left.
It was certain that Al was going to have sex with her. His hard-on was still present. No doubt, he wanted to get his rocks off next. This experience with Al had taught her patience. She waited for his command, depending upon his carnal desire at the moment.
"I suppose you want to get laid!" she commented in laconic rhetoric.
"Yeh!" he answered. "I want you to blow me again. Only this time, make it a trip around the world. I don't suppose you know what a trip around the world is!"
"I know what a trip around the world is! I'm not that naive! Where do you want it?" she asked, her voice betraying her annoyance.
"On the couch!" he answered. He sat down on the other upholstered couch in the room. His legs parted wide.
"Come and get it!" he announced.
Betty took a position on her knees. She was between his thighs, his cock pointing at her. She exhaled a sigh of exasperated resignation.
Taking a deep breath, she exhaled as she reached for his cock. Her fingers curled around the base of the shaft. She parted her mouth and closed her lips about the cockhead. With a slow vacuuming suction, Betty drew Al's prick into her oral cavity. She maneuvered her lips and tongue over the corona, moving her head up and down in a slow pumping motion. She shifted her other hand, cradling his balls.
Lascivious thoughts filled her mind. The oral contact with his dick started her vaginal glands sweating. His cock could serve better use in her cunt. Maybe later!
Her tongue curled about the rim of his corona and over the cockhead. It paused over the tiny peehole. She let it flick back and forth several times. The hand holding his shaft pumped up and down in slow jerks. Jerking him off was a good way to induce a quick climax. Save her the trouble of sucking his prick for a long time.
Al was just as clever as she. "Stop pulling me off! Suck, you bitch, suck! Start the trip around the world!"
Her tongue flattened against the fleshy tube and travelled from the head to the base. Her mouth opened and tried to accommodate one of his nuts. She found it a little difficult. Instead, she licked and nibbled on it. From his balls, her silky tongue glided along the perineum.
Betty grasped his thighs under the buttocks, raising his legs. Her forehead pressed against his balls as she closed in on his asshole.
She tasted the inner walls of his asscheeks as her tongue traversed the cleft of his ass. The tip of her tongue reached the brownish crinkled orifice. She circled the perimeter of the asshole and tried to penetrate it.
A crazy thought came to her! Her tongue was a phallus! Maybe she could fuck Al in the ass with it! In spite of a faint unpleasant taste, she continued the attempt. The tip of her tongue pressed against the sphincter. She couldn't make the penetration.
Betty retraced her steps. Back along the perineum to the balls. Back along his prick, letting her tongue glide over the meaty shaft. Her lips closed over the corona. She continued to caress and fondle his balls.
Her cunt began to twitch. She recognized the sign. It wanted its own carnal desires satisfied. Damn the bastard! If he wanted to get sucked off why couldn't it be a 69 position! Betty, in her frustrated annoyance, exerted stronger sucks on his prick.
She continued the various oral urgings with her lips and tongue. His ass rocked back and forth on the couch. He was fucking her mouth. She kept a grip on his prick to prevent him from jamming it down her throat. He raised his hips up, arching his back, and increased the rapid rocking thrusts. His balls, free from her grip, bounced against her chin as they swung in a wide arc.
Her sensitive mouth caught the strong pulsations of his orgasm. There was a forceful outpouring. The copious emissions flooded her mouth. She remembered her instructions of the previous day. She controlled the flow of his come, collecting it in her mouth.
Betty felt the gradual reduction in the explosive pulsations. She let his heavy discharge go down her throat in a slow trickle. Her compressed lips clamped down on his now subdued member and milked out the last drop of come.
She was getting used to the salty glutinous come. It was like a thick sauce with a little too much salt.
Standing up, Betty gazed down upon him. She made an attempt to appeal to his sense of honor. If there was one!
"Can't you let me go? I've done all you asked. Besides, I'll have to go home soon. I can't stay here forever," she said.
"Baby, you're a money maker for me! I'd be crazy to give up a gold mine like you," he answered.
She gasped in shocked realization. Those men had paid Al to fuck her. He was nothing but a pimp! The situation sickened her. She could accept and tolerate the circumstances if there was no money involved.
"You dirty bastard!" she swore. "I'm getting out of here now! And don't you dare try to stop me!"
"Sure, go ahead, if you feel like walking," he told her. "I've got the keys to your car. It's a long uncomfortable hike back in this weather. Better stick around until the end of the week. We'll make plans for future activity. In the meantime, you better resign yourself to the fact you're here to stay. And do what I want!"
"I'll ... I'll poison your food, you animal!" she threatened, her voice rising in anger.
He laughed in derision. "Whatever I eat, you eat! So be nice. It wouldn't look good for both of us to be poisoned. Especially, if they find us both dead and bare-assed."
Unable to cope with him verbally, Betty stormed out of the room. She rushed to the bedroom they shared. She threw herself on the bed. Her body trembled with heavy sobs. How the hell did I manage to get into this mess? And how the hell am I going to get out of it?