Chapter 10

Tears streamed down Brenda's face. She wanted to bury her head in Sandy's arms and be patted and told that everything would turn out all right, but something in her friend's demeanor held her back. She dabbed at her eyes with the corner of a handkerchief.

"Sandy, I don't know what to do."

She told her about the roses and the message left for her at the desk by Charles. Then she sank down in a chair by the bed and buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking.

"I-I'm afraid of what he might make me do if I meet him alone," she sobbed.

Sandy slid her chair closer to Brenda. She offered no comfort. "I think you have reason to fear him," she said. "I wouldn't meet him alone or with someone. He's too smooth. If I were you, Brenda, I'd go home and forget about him. I'd make sure I never saw him again."

Brenda sat up and shook her head. "I can't do that," she said, dabbing at the corners of her eyes with her handkerchief. She stood up and began pacing back and forth across the room.-"I have to get this settled with him. I don't want to go home until I know that I won't be doing anything against my own will."

Sandy's voice sounded awesome and fearful. "Then you should leave now before something else happens. You never know what he might have planned for you."

Brenda stopped pacing and turned and looked at her friend. "What do you mean?"

Sandy shrugged. "Nothing except if he put a spell over you once and it lasted several years, he could put a spell over you that could last forever. I think you should clear out and not give him the chance to do that."

Brenda shivered and stepped back. "My God! If you're right, he may already have another spell on me."

Sandy nodded her agreement. "That's why I think you should leave now."

Brenda again shook her head. "No! That's all the more reason why I should stay here until I get this whole thing cleared up and settled once and for all."

"You're not going to leave?"

"No."

Sandy sighed. "That's it then." She stood up.

"I've got to go." She picked up her purse from the floor by her chair. "If you change your mind, let me know." She walked to the door.

Brenda followed her. "You're not leaving, are you? Don't go." She held her clasped hands to her breast. "I don't want to be alone tonight."

"I've done all I can," Sandy said too sharply. "If you don't want to take my advice, there isn't much else I can do." She opened the door and looked back at Brenda. "Good-by and good luck."

When the door closed, leaving her alone, Brenda felt stunned. Had she done something to offend her friend ? Why did Sandy seem so angry ? Maybe she should take her advice and leave. What good could she do staying and facing Charles Stern alone? She walked to the window and stood staring out at the city's skyline. No, she had to stay. She had to face her problems head on. Running never solved anything.

Sandy arranged to have the note delivered to Brenda's room at seven o'clock. Next, she walked to the phones in the lobby, dialed the desk and asked for Charles Stern's suite. Frank answered. "I found out your boss isn't coming back till in the morning," she said.

"I could have told you that," Frank answered. "So what?"

"So Brenda will be up to see you a little after seven tonight. She'll ask for Charles. That's your cue to go into action. Can you handle it?"

"After this afternoon you have to ask," he said.

"I can handle her. You can tell her for me that she's going to get exactly what she asked for."

"You'll make it look real for her?"

"It'll be as real as the real thing."

"And when she cries and begs you to stop, you won't spoil it for her by getting soft and asking her if you're being too rough or any of that kind of shit, will you?"

"Man, when she gets up here, she's going to get raped and, once I start, if she changes her mind it's just too bad for her because there ain't going to be nothing that will stop me. You tell her not to come up if she doesn't want to go through with it. You hear?"

"I'll tell her, but don't worry, she wants to go through with it." Sandy hung up, smiling to herself. If tonight's little episode didn't send Brenda scurrying back home as quickly as she could get there, nothing would.

Sandy left the hotel and took a taxi back to her apartment. There was nothing left for her to do until later. She would check with Brenda after, to see if being raped convinced her that she should leave and not meet Charles Stern. If anyone had breakfast with him in the morning, Sandy wanted it to be herself.

At seven o'clock that evening when the bellhop delivered the message to Brenda by slipping it through the small opening the safety chain allowed, she became suspicious. She tipped the bellhop, handing the money out the narrow opening and then locking the door behind him. She carried the envelope over to the night table and turned on the lamp. It was from Charles Stern and he wanted her to come up to his suite immediately. She looked away from the note. Why had he sent a note? Why not simply call? And why had he not come down to see her? Also there was no explanation why he had decided to fly back that night and not in the morning as planned. Why the sudden change?

She picked up the telephone and called his suite. Frank answered the phone. She asked to speak to Charles Stern.

"Is this Brenda Martin?"

Brenda hesitated, surprised that he had known who she was. "Yes. May I speak with Mr. Stern?"

"May you speak with him?"

"Please."

"Aren't you supposed to come up here and ask to speak with him?"

"Yes, but...."

"Then that's the only way you'll get to speak with him. Are you coming up or not?"

Again Brenda hesitated. Something didn't seem right, but she had to get this settled. "All right. Tell him I'll be up in a few minutes."

His laugh sounded lecherous as she hung up the phone. She took a deep breath and hurried into the bathroom. Staring at her image in the mirror, she began brushing her shiny blonde hair, at least she wouldn't be alone with Charles. She wished that Sandy had agreed to go with her to meet him. But she couldn't blame her for not wanting to go. Why should she run the risk of falling under his spell, too? She had already helped her more than she had a right to ask. She smoothed her blouse and skirt and turned away from the mirror. She was ready.

Even the carpet in the corridor, pulling at her high-heeled shoes, seemed to be a warning as she hurried down the hall to the elevators. The elevator was empty as she rode up, clutching her purse nervously in her fingers. When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, she felt her whole body trembling slightly as she stepped out and circled the elaborate indoor fish pond. She pushed the buzzer on the door expecting to hear a voice over the intercom. Instead, she heard the buzz of the door latch. She hesitated and then pushed timidly on the front door. It swung open.

Peering into the dim interior, she could see no sign of life. She stepped into the doorway. Nothing. Not even a sound. "Hello," she called softly. "Is anyone here?" The fish tank to her right bubbled quietly, its occupants swimming silently in a world of their own. She forced herself to step inside. At least he could have met her at the door instead of playing some kind of hide-and-seek game with the lights off. "Mr. Stern," she called, her voice cracking nervously. Still no answer. She moved further into the room.

"Hello," she called again, unable to control the shaking of her voice. She had just about made up her mind to retreat when the sound of the door closing behind her made her spin around, her heart racing in her breast and her breath frozen in her throat. Her hands covered her mouth; her eyes stared at the largest black man she had ever seen. He stood stark-naked blocking the door, his legs spread, his arms resting on narrow hips.

"Oh, my God!" She stumbled back away from him, further into the room's interior.

His laugh sounded in her ears like the threat of doom. "So you want to speak with Charles Stern, huh?" He swaggered away from the door toward her, his right hand going to his huge cock, pulling back the foreskin and exposing its bulbous black head. He pumped his hand up and down on his organ as its massive shaft reared up from his crotch like a black demon, its single eye staring at her like a sinister omen of evil. The muscles of his athletic body rippled smoothly as he closed the distance between them.

"No," she whimpered, backing away. "Stay away from me. I'll scream."

His smile showed even white teeth. "Go ahead. Scream. It won't do you any good, but I like to hear white girls cry when I stick it in 'em. !It let's me know they appreciate what I'm givin' 'em." He continued walking toward her as she backed further and further into the dark room. "You're heading in the right direction. Just keep moving back toward the bedroom." He smiled lasciviously. "I understand you white girls like it rough. Is that right, white girl?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Just what you want." He fingered his cock lewdly. "I'm going to introduce you to the biggest cudgel you've ever had stuffed up your cunt." He laughed at the realistic way she played her role. Man, was she ever going to get what she had asked for. He felt his balls churning with his cum, ready to flood her box with sticky milk. He could hardly wait to get it in her quivering little pussy. He just knew she was going to be tight and pink and moist. And he was going to split her wide open. When he finished with her, she would be a depleted piece of used-up meat.

Brenda tried to dodge around him to the safety of the door, but he moved too fast for her, cutting her off like a quarter horse in heat with its mammoth prick waving between its legs, the size of a fence post. She stepped back, then tried to feint around him, dodging first to the left, then running to the right. He caught her easily. His left hand snaked out as fast as a bull whip and curled around her tiny wrist. He jerked her backward, slinging her away from the front door and in the direction of the hall. She stumbled backward, loosing her balance and tumbling onto the carpet.

She tried to break her fall with her hands, but she was spinning so rapidly from the whip lash of his arm that she lost all sense of direction and felt her head thud against the floor and her legs tumble embarrassingly over her head. She tried to jump to her feet, but her head spun dizzily and she stumbled back to the carpet, her right elbow knocking over a small lamp set on an end table. She squirmed backward on her elbows and heels, screaming at him, pleading, begging that he leave her alone. His laugh drove fear through her wildly beating heart.

"You're going to get fucked, baby. You're going to get my cock rammed so far up your cunt you'll taste it." His cold smile broadened wickedly as he calmly and slowly moved toward her. His fingers continued to manipulate the tremendous black pole between his legs which grew even larger as Brenda stared panic-stricken at the approaching terror.

She scrambled back against the entrance to the hallway, her right hand grasping the small lamp. "Stay back," she pleaded, struggling to her feet. She drew the lamp back and threw it at him, but he knocked it aside with a flick of his hand, laughing at her feeble defense. He grabbed her by her shoulder and pushed her into the hallway. She bounced against the wall and spun around to face him, backing slowly down the hall as he followed her, his body gleaming with perspiration, his lust bloated organ bobbing in front of him like a black lance.

Oh, God, she thought. This can't really be happening. Not again! Her hands clutched her throat as she moved backward, brushing along the wall, her mind reeling with fear. She stared at his black cock moving closer and closer to her. It's as big as a horse's prick, she thought, shuddering. It's too big. He can't put that thing in me! She retreated to the end of the hallway until there was no place left for her to go except into the master bedroom. Whimpering, she backed through the door. She looked wildly around her for something she could use as a weapon.

Seeing a hair brush on the dresser, she ran to it and snatched it up, holding it above her as though she was confused whether to use it as a club or throw it at him. She watched him enter the room and close the door behind him, his hands going to the lock and twisting it closed. "Don't come any closer," she cried, drawing the hair brush back further. "I mean it. I'll hit you with this."

He only smiled broader and moved toward her, taking small steps, watching her closely, ready to spring in any direction she should run. When he was halfway across the room, she threw the brush. It sailed past him, three feet to the right.

She jumped behind a large stuffed chair and pushed it at him. It was so heavy that it only moved a couple of feet forward. Her shoulder brushed against a framed painting. She grabbed it from the wall and slung it at him as well. He caught it in one hand and laid it carefully down on the dresser. She backed perpendicular to him along the wall toward the large circular bed. He kept her heading in that direction until she felt its edge against the backs of her legs. She was trapped now with no place to run. All she could hope for would be to keep the bed between them until she could circle around and dash for the door.

But now with only the bed separating them, he didn't play the game fair. Instead of circling around as she had, he stepped up on the floating bedspread and began walking across. Brenda reached down and snatched her left shoe from her foot. This time when she threw it, she didn't miss. Her shoe hit him in the center of his stomach and bounced off onto the bed. It did nothing to slow his steady progress toward her. She hopped a couple paces back and bent over and removed her other shoe. The threat of her high heeled shoe did nothing to deter him, either. He only laughed at her efforts.

When he was close enough, she swung her shoe at him with all the strength in her frightened body, her eyes squinted closed against the spurt of blood she was sure she would draw from wherever the shoe hit him. But instead of drawing blood from him, she felt the shoe snap from between her fingers as he caught her wrist in the middle of her swing. He twisted her arm behind her back and pulled her body up against his nakedness. She slashed at his face with her free hand, but he grabbed that too and twisted it behind her.

Holding both of her wrists in his left hand, he reached between her legs and pulled up her skirt till it bunched up around her waist. She squirmed frantically to avoid his cruel fingers. She tried to kick his shins with her feet, but he stepped between her legs and held her backward so that she had no leverage to lash out at him with. He bent over her and covered her lips with his mouth, his teeth circling her cringing flesh and biting down, tasting her fear. At first she started to bite him, but he pulled his head back and twisted her arms until she was afraid she would pass out with the pain. She knew it would be bad for her if she did manage to bite him so she stopped and limited her efforts to trying to break free and escape out the door.

When he released her hands in order to pull her panties down with both of his hands, Brenda pushed against his shoulders, throwing him off balance for a moment and giving her a chance to jump back away from him. They both tripped on the swirling water bed, Frank falling against the edge, his head thudding on the frame with a loud bang and Brenda falling on her back in the center of the spread. She bounced once and rolled over. She tried to crawl toward the door across the bed, but her panties, now around her thighs, tripped her up and caused her to be too slow. Frank recovered from his daze and leaped for her just as she was pulling her panties up enough to gain movement of her legs.

She lashed out at him with her feet, catching him once with the sole of her left foot, hitting his shoulder. She staggered to her feet and ran toward the door. Just as she touched the latch his hand slammed against the center of the door and he pushed her away. He grabbed her right wrist and slung her back across the room to the bed, her legs maintaining balance until she hit the frame. Then she tumbled on top of the spread again. Her skirt tangling around her hips, she tried to dodge clear of him as he followed her and grabbed her ankles in both of his hands.

He lifted her up in the air with ease, separating her legs and raising his hands above his head so that she dangled upside down, her skirt turning wrong-side-out and hanging down over her body, her center exposed obscenely to his lustful eyes. She kicked and squirmed but his fingers held her like steel bonds. He snapped her out in the air and spread her out on her back on the bed as though he were spreading out a picnic blanket. She flopped up and down on the bed, but he didn't let go of her ankles. Instead he spread her legs as far as his outstretched arms would split her open and stared at her center hungrily.

Brenda tried to pull her skirt down and cover herself, but each time she managed to get her skirt down a small distance, he lifted her up again and snapped her back out flat, causing the skirt to fall back around her stomach and breasts and exposing her sex again to his feasting eyes.

"When I get through with you," he vowed, "you're going to be a used-up piece of white meat."

He licked his lips lasciviously for her benefit. And then he tore her clothes from her body with ridiculous ease.

Struggling was useless. His fingers circled her ankles so tightly that she winced with pain each time she tried to move her legs. He spread her open and crawled onto the bed between her thighs, his face a smiling mask of lust. His tongue came out and he dipped his head to her loins, licking around the perimeter forest of her light curls. She cringed at the hot touch of his wet tongue. He licked the insides of her thighs, running his tongue down her tender flesh in a slow path of sensuous torture, starting at her knees and working all the way to her gaping slit. Each trip down with his tongue ended with longer and longer periods of sopping her mound and hair with his greedy mouth.

Not this, Brenda screamed inside. He can't do this to me. But despite her silent protest, she found her body betraying her and beginning to respond to his lewd advances. As his tongue dove into the pink center of her being, she felt the tension in her loins growing with lust and need. No, no, no, no, she pleaded with herself, rocking her head back and forth on the bed, but it was useless. Her body didn't want him to stop the horrible thing he was doing to her.

He grunted with pleasure as his grinning face dived into her muff with slurping pleasure. He laved her mound over and over again with his thick tongue, sucking her fleecy curls into his mouth, twisting them around his tongue, tasting the juices of her cunt. He sucked at the center of her pink pussy like a man dying of thirst. He drank the nectar of her love juices and pressed his face into her crotch, rubbing his nose and cheeks against her steaming center, feeling the velvety flesh of her thighs and moist lips.

Brenda's struggling became less of an attempt to get away as they were to give him more room to get his tongue into her cunt. Her moans became moans of pleasure rather than fear. Her hands went to his head and pulled gently, enticing him to explore her most intimate parts with his mouth. She churned her hips upward, lifting her buttocks and pushing her body upward with her heels and shoulders. Her breath came in deep seething gulps. She wanted this now, but at the same time she didn't. She wanted him to be someone else. Ross maybe? No! Oh, God. She wanted him to be Charles Stern! It was the spell! It was the spell! The spell ... spell ... spell.

Despite this knowledge, she couldn't stop the need that flamed like a hot knife through her loins. She gave in with wild abandon to the lustful urging of her body. She rocked her body to the gently rhythm of the sloshing water bed, back and forth as his tongue probed in and out of her cunt. He slurped and sucked at her tender pink lips, running his mouth up and down her slit, nibbling at her flesh and snorting into her muff with equal urgency. His searing breath swept across her pulsing love nest and brought her ever closer to frenzied passion.

Frank released her ankles from his grip and reached up with both hands and drew her fingers from the back of his head. He tucked her feet under his armpits and, holding her wrists, twisted her arms under her, pulling downward and arching her back like a bow until only her head and shoulders touched the bed. He crushed his face into her pussy, biting and sucking like a starving animal. He licked her ass and buttocks, laving the whole of her flesh and bathing her with his mouth.

His tongue traveled up the crack of her ass, between her quivering buttocks and then back across the perineum to the lips of her pussy, soaking her with his need and stabbing into the center of her vulva. His nose brushed up against the node of her clitoris, tantalizing it, circling and nudging it to life. He snorted his hot breath onto her magic button, flooding it with the air from first one nostril and then the other, first blowing and then sucking her tiny erection into his nose.

He sounded like a feasting pig as he coated his black, grinning face with the viscid juices flowing from her quivering cunt. He wiped his face in the hair over her mound. Continuing upward, he nibbled the flesh of her stomach until he had reached her navel where he stabbed his tongue inside and bit into her skin. He buried his whole face into her, pressing down until her stomach was crushed almost to her backbone. Still holding her wrists, Frank allowed her legs to slip free from under his arms and her body to spring free, straightening and sliding under him until her buttocks slammed against his knees.

He licked her stomach and worked his way up to the valley between her breasts where he nuzzled his nose and face, feeling the twin mounds brushing electrically against the sides of his face. He shook his head back and forth, slapping against the fullness of her breasts, causing them to dance delectably while their pink nipples quivered near his ears. His tongue and lips feasted between her breasts and then began licking up the sides of her breasts, working ever closer to the tender areola that darkened and puckered with desire as his mouth approached closer and closer.

He nibbled her tender flesh as she moaned under him, her face a mask of longing and passion. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Yearning burned through her like hot sand. She crossed her legs behind his back and churned her pelvis up toward his swollen cock. Her body rocked feverishly. When his mouth circled the tip of her left breast and he sank his teeth into her succulent nipple, she screamed with pain and pleasure. His tonguetip flicked back and forth across the peak of her nipple and lashed its sensitive node with wet fury.

Sucking as much of her breast into his mouth as possible, he pumped his head up and down like a nursing infant, stretching and pressing her breast in and out like an accordion. His teeth drew red lines on her sensitive globes as he gobbled large mouthfuls of flesh and drew his head back. He shifted his attention to her other breast and repeated the process of sucking and biting until she felt like he would chew them up like he would a juicy melon. But she didn't want him to stop. Her body burned with uncontrollable passion. , He began slurping his way back down her body again, moving purposefully toward the center of her splayed thighs. His tongue left a wet trail of passion as his head approached her pussy, dripping with warm lubrication. Releasing her wrists, he reached between her thighs and parted her hair-lined pussy lips, exposing her delicate pink center to his lustful gaze. With a snort of pleasure, he ducked his head and slurped savagely at the overflowing fountain of her cunt. She was ready. She wanted his black cock rammed into her as far as it would go. She pleaded with him. "NOW, NOW ... DO IT NOW."

He straightened up and sat back on his heels, grinning wickedly at her, his face expressing his triumph. "You like it, don't you, white girl?" His cock rose up stiff and threatening like a tar doll with a single eye. "They said you like it." He fingered his massive tool, pumping it, priming it for its lustful invasion of her pussy.

They? They said? But her feverish mind couldn't concentrate on anything other than satisfying the desire that flamed rampant through her young body. She reached wickedly for his cock, her small fingers circling his gigantic shaft. She felt shame and desire as he allowed her to stroke his organ up and down, watching its black, shiny head swell to the bursting point like an overfilled condom. She hefted his balls in the palm of her left hand and scratched at the underside of his scrotum with her fingernails. She let his balls fall free of her palm and swing between his legs. She raked her nails along the shaft of his cock.

When he was ready to penetrate her damp cunt, he hunkered over her, braced on his hands and knees. She guided his organ between her legs, taking a deep breath against the pain she knew would flood through her when he entered, and aligned his cock at the entrance of her box. His rubbery head dipped into the juicy slit and separated her inner lips, soaking itself with her hot, lubricating fluid. He pushed forward slowly with his hips. Her tender lips parted and stretched to accommodate him. He pressed into her deeper and deeper. A scream ripped its way from Brenda's throat as she felt herself being slowly torn apart by his size. So large was his cock that she didn't think there was any way that it would go into her any further, but he didn't stop the pressure of his penetration and before she could stop him, he had ground his mammoth cock all the way in to the base of his truncheon.

Once Frank had sunk himself up to the hilt in her quivering warm body, he relaxed and let the heat of her pussy burn its way up his rod and down to his balls resting against the cheeks of her ass. Her tight pussy gripped his tool like a clenched fist, her muscles rippling along his shaft in a milking motion. He rested on top of her, letting her "support all of his weight, as he momentarily contented himself with feeling the heat of her body consume his sex. Man, he could stay there all day feeling her flesh wrapped around his cock and sucking his rod to iron-hardness. Before he was through with her, she would never be satisfied with any other man.

He cupped her buttocks in his palms and kneaded her tender muscles cruelly with his fingers. She squirmed under him, eager, he knew, to be reamed out like a virgin cylinder. She wouldn't be disappointed, but let her wait, let her beg for it, let her plead with him for what she wanted. He chuckled to himself and spread the cheeks of her ass and toyed with the index finger of his left hand at the tightly puckered entrance to her ass. He pressed the ball of his finger against her clenched, circular muscle, tantalizing, threatening, and then, with a vicious stab, he thrust his finger all the way into her rear. She screamed and tried to disimpale herself from his finger, but each upward motion of her hips buried his cock deeper into her pussy and each attempt to pull away from his cock, buried his finger deeper into her ass. He let her do all the work, frenziedly gyrating her pelvis beneath him.

He covered her mouth with his and forced his tongue deeply into her mouth, exploring and tasting the fragrance of her oral cavity. He worked his tongue in and out of her mouth like a thick snake, alternately spreading and lengthening it, searching the insides of her cheeks, diving under her tongue and crawling over the surface of her teeth. Her mouth formed a suction as though she wanted to swallow his tongue into her stomach. He bit the outsides of her lips and pressed them together like the lips of her pussy.

Finally he drew his hips back, pulling his cudgel slowly out of the clasping lips of her cunt and then rammed in back in with the full force of his muscular body, skewering her delicate pussy cavity and wrenching another scream of pain and pleasure from her lips. He pumped above her in a steady, rapid motion of pure animal lust, filling her with his plummeting organ. He clenched his jaws and plowed his pelvis into her as fast and hard as he could. He felt his hard tool sloshing in and out of her, his head burning with the heat of her pussy, his balls drawn up, ready to release their viscid fluid into her churning stomach.

"GET READY FOR MY CUM, BABY," he growled. "I'M GOING TO SHOOT MY STUFF ALL THE WAY TO YOUR WOMB."

As his black rod slashed in and out of her cunt, Brenda felt her body drawn to an unbelievable pitch of excitement. Her fingers clawed at his back and her body arched itself up against his thrusting hips.

"YES, YES," she screamed. "FUCK ME ... HARD."

Panting and screaming, Brenda unleashed her gyrating pelvis against his cock. Her pussy lips sucked at the shaft of his glistening manhood, sliding wetly over his black, veiny pole as it plunged within the stretched sheath of her vulva. Juice flowed from her gaping, pink slit with each stab of his cock and dripped in viscous gobs down her buttocks and the crack of her ass. His balls slabbed wetly against her and his fingers worked her juices into her asshole.

Her whole body quivered and burned with electrified tension, hovering on the crest of an explosive climax. And then she felt his hot cum shooting into her womb, blasting out of his cock in great, burning eruptions of hot semen, smashing into the walls of her uterus like bubbling lava. And as he cursed obscenities into her ear, her own body erupted into spasms of sensual pleasure that matched the violence of his. They tore and clawed at each other's bodies, lost in the delicious passion of sensual release. "I'M CUMMING ... AAAAAGGGGGHHH," she panted.

Brenda's body arched on the bed, his weight smothering her into the sloshing, dying waves of the water bed.

As her passion drained away, Brenda felt the humiliation and shame of the terrible, wicked abandon she had allowed herself to experience. She felt dirtied and used. She tried to scramble out from under him, but his heavy weight pinned her beneath his spent body. He kept his finger in her asshole and his cock up her cunt, pinning her under him and resting his chin on her shoulder, breathing exhaustedly into her ear. She pushed at his shoulders with her hands and tried to roll him to the side, but his limp, muscular body was too heavy for her to budge. She lay back, panting, her own body as exhausted as his.

Not until his huge cock had grown flaccid and slipped from her dripping pussy with a soft sucking sound, did he remove his finger from her rear and roll away from her. He sat up, grinning triumphantly, flaunting his conquest. He looked at the nakedness of her pussy, dripping with their mingled juices. He laughed and stood up, dragging his glistening cock across her splayed thighs, leaving a trail of cum that oozed from the tip of his penis, branding her with degradation.

"Raping you was something else," he said, calmly stretching his massive arms over his head and flexing his muscles as though waking from an exhausting nap. "You really sucked me dry, baby. I can see that you and I are going to get along just fine."

Brenda turned her face away. Whimpering, she tried to cover her nakedness with her hands. All she wanted was to get away from him, to escape to the safety of other people. She cupped her breasts in her palms and closed her thighs to cover the cum-coated mass of curls covering her violated pussy. She scooted on her buttocks to the far side of the bed by digging her heels into the spread and pushing away from him.

"Leave me alone," she pleaded. "Will you please let me get out of here?"

He shook his head. "Don't be silly. We've just started."