Chapter 5
Rifter waited until she got the drawer partially open, then slammed his fist against it and snapped it closed on her ebony-colored fingers. She screamed and snatched her fingers back, sticking them in her mouth and stumbling backward. "I need it bad," she cried.
"I'll decide when you get more, Betty Jean." He placed his right hand in the middle of her dark stomach and shoved her on the bed. "And right now I gave you an errand to do first. You don't seem to want to do it."
"I'll do it after. I promise." She curled up in a ball on the bed and rocked back and forth. Tears matted her dark eye lashes and dripped down her cheeks. She wiped her nose on the back of her hand. "I promise I'll do anything you say afterwards."
Rifter lashed out with his right hand, contacted with her left ear and sent her sprawling across the bed. "When I give you a job to do, you take care of it first. Then I'll take care of you."
Betty Jean sprawled naked on the bed, sobbing, her thin shoulders shaking. "All right, all right. I'll do it."
Rifter pushed her off the bed onto the floor and then took her place in the center of the bed. He propped the pillows against the head rest and leaned back, his hands crossed behind his head. "Then get dressed and get out of here."
When she was gone, Rifter reached over and pulled the phone onto his lap. With her out of the way for a while, he might as well do a little recruiting. You could never have too many things -lined up. Some of the suckers he had his eyes on lately hadn't turned a profit for him yet. He still hadn't figured out how to get to Charles Stern, but he would. So far he hadn't been able to find out very much about him except that he was loaded. But since he had started working for him, he knew that it was only a matter of time before he found out something he could use against him. He dialed the desk and asked for Miss Martin's room number. He jotted it down, thanked the clerk and hung up. Anything good enough for Charles Stern was good enough for him.
It would be better if he could get her up to his suite because if she made a lot of noise down in one of those small rooms there's no telling who would hear her. Up here she could scream all she wanted. He smiled and leaned over to the night stand and replaced the phone. Opening a drawer in the stand, he extracted a hand-rolled cigarette and lit it, inhaled deeply and held the smoke in his lungs. He leaned back and made plans. The next couple of hours should be fun.
When he finished the joint, he crushed it out and popped the roach in his mouth. No sense letting any of it go to waste. He stood up. Man, he felt fine. His hands went to his crotch and he squeezed gently at the bulge in his pants. It was going to be nice to feed his cock to that prissy bitch.
Rifter checked the time on his wrist watch. Three fifteen, Thursday afternoon. If he was lucky that the convention she was attending would be taking a break about now. It was possible he could find her in her room. Maybe he should take some pills with him. It might make it easier.
Wearing only a thin robe wrapped around her, Brenda sat cross-legged in the center of her bed, holding a gin and tonic in her right hand. It was her third drink and she felt a little tight, but not as high as she wanted to be. She had attended the morning meeting, but hadn't gone back after lunch. She wished now that she hadn't decided to come to the convention at all. She was afraid of what was happening to her. She wanted to drown her fears in drink, but it wasn't working. She wasn't used to alcohol and, while it was certainly making her drunk, it wasn't relieving the shame she felt for what she had become.
She shivered and pulled the robe tighter around her shoulders. If Ross ever found out she had been to bed with another man, he wouldn't have anything to do with her and she wouldn't blame him. She was being turned into a tramp. Not only had she begged Charles Stern to make love to her after he had hypnotized her, but now her mind wouldn't stop thinking filthy thoughts about Rifter. And it was all Charles Stern's fault. His words repeated themselves in her mind ... fuck the next man you see. And that man had. been Rifter. She couldn't get him out of her mind. The thought of having sex with him made her skin crawl, but why couldn't she stop thinking about him?
A knock on the door caused her to jump, spilling part of her drink on her thigh where her robe had fallen open. She stood up, dizzy from the drinks. Her heart pounded in her breasts. No one knew she was here except Sandy and ... and them. She set her drink down and moved to the door, clutching her robe tightly around her full figure. "What is it?" she called, praying she would hear Sandy's voice.
"Telegram," a man's voice called.
Who would send her a telegram? Ross, maybe? She hesitated. It could be a trick. "Will you slip it under the door please?"
"You have to sign for it," the voice answered.
She checked to make sure that the safety-chain was securely latched and then unlocked the door and opened it the few inches that the chain would allow. She might as well not have had the chain on the door for all the good it did her, however. The chain snapped like a piece of thread as Rifter's shoulder plowed into the door, slamming it into her and knocking her to the floor on her back. Her robe fell open, displaying her nude body and splayed legs obscenely to his lustful view.
She jumped up and ran for the telephone, but Rifter was too fast for her. After kicking the door closed, he jumped over the bed and pulled her backward, away from the phone, by her robe. The robe came away in his hands, and now completely nude, Brenda struggled for the telephone again. This time Rifter grabbed her left wrist and twisted it behind her and pushed her face first on the bed. He straddled her and pressed her face in a pillow.
"Don't scream," he threatened. "If you know what's good for you." He waited until he felt an agreeing nod of her head before he eased the pressure. "That's better."
Brenda didn't know what to do. She was afraid he would hurt her if she screamed and she wasn't sure that she wanted to scream, anyway. If she did it would bring attention that could even get back to Ross. She shivered under him, her naked back pinned down by his crotch. She should never have left Ridgecrest. She should have stayed home the way Ross had wanted her to.
"Roll over," Rifter barked in her ear. "Roll over and let's get a look at those big tits of yours."
She felt his weight being lifted from her back, but his knees remained on either side of her. She didn't want to roll over and be forced to look up into his face. She didn't want him seeing her naked. She hesitated too long and suddenly her head was jerked painfully from side to side as Rifter shook her by her hair like her head was a rag doll. Her eyes rolled back in her head from the pain and she cried out for him to stop.
"Then do what I tell you, bitch." He let go of her hair. "Now roll over."
This time she didn't resist. She held her arms back against the mattress over her head as far from him as she could get them and rolled over him, scooting herself around with her heels and the back of her head, sucking in her stomach at the same time to try and keep herself from brushing against the bulge at his crotch. Her breasts pointed up at him. "What are you going to do to me?" she whimpered.
He laughed down at her and settled his weight on her stomach, painfully mashing her against the mattress and making it hard for her to breathe. He drew his knees up and jammed them against the sides of her breasts, pushing them together and up toward her face, painfully.
"I'm going to eat you up," he said, chortling at his own joke. "But don't you worry, little lady, because you're going to like it."
He reached down and squeezed her breasts in his large, calloused hands until she winced from the pain. She grabbed his arms to try and push his hands away, but as soon as she touched his arms, his fingers closed down on her breasts like he was squeezing water from a washcloth.
Her face went white and she choked back a scream.
"That's it," he said as she jerked her hands away. "Just keep your arms flat on the sheet and you won't get hurt-maybe." He began massaging her breasts now, gently kneading them with his fingers, tweaking her nipples to erection, and laughing down at her. "I have a special surprise for you." He reached down between his legs and unzipped his fly. His right hand dug inside. He squirmed his hips and finally flopped out his distended cock. She watched horror stricken as he played with himself, stroking the shaft and stretching his foreskin back and forth over the shining head of his manhood. "This is all for you," he said, scooting up higher on her stomach so that his swollen head hung revolutingly over her breasts.
He reached into his fly again and this time when he brought his hand back out, his balls were cupped in his palm. He lifted them up and let them fall with a sickening plop onto her breasts. "There's plenty of cum in these babies for you," he said, looking at himself fondly.
She turned her head to the side so that she wouldn't have to see the despicable things that he was doing. "Don't," she said in a very small voice. "Please."
"What's the matter? You don't think I'm good enough for you?" He pushed his penis between the twin mounds of her breasts and, using his hands to crush them around his cock, began humping back and forth between them. "You're good enough to fuck Charles Stern, but you're too good to fuck me, huh? Is that what you think ?" He stuck a finger between her lips, hooked her cheek, and twisted her face around. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, bitch."
She looked at him, tears in her eyes. She kept her sobbing quiet. "I just want you to leave me alone," she pleaded.
"Is that what you told him? Leave me alone please? I don't think so. When I saw you coming out of his suite you didn't look like you had begged him to leave you alone." He humped his hips into her breasts a couple of times. "Now don't you like that?" He slid up further, drag-, ging his balls across her breasts, and placing his knees on her biceps, pinning her arms helplessly under him. His cock bobbed only inches above her lips.
A drop of clear fluid oozed out the eyelike slit in the head of his cock and hung precariously on the end, ready to drip onto her face at any second. She turned her head away and again his finger jerked her cheek until she stared directly at the head of his cock. With the first finger and thumb of his right hand, Rifter gripped the shaft of his cock and waived it in a circular motion over her mouth, the drop of fluid dangling even more precariously than before.
Brenda pressed her lips together as he flaunted his cock at her. He pushed it down, closer and closer to her lips until his velvety head touched her mouth wetly. She tasted the liquid on her lips. "Like it, baby." He rotated his cock from side to side, smearing the fluid evenly over her mouth. "That's powerful stuff," he said. "It'll grow hair on your chest." He pressed his penis harder against her mouth. "Now open up those lips and suck it," he ordered.
At first she refused, but when he drew his hand back and made a fist, she saw that he meant business. Oh, my God! He's going to make me do it. Afraid to refuse and yet revolted at the idea of his big prick in her mouth, Brenda eased the pressure of her pursed lips. Immediately he lunged forward, smashing her lips painfully against her teeth with his eager cock. She opened her mouth wider and his tool flooded into her mouth, filling her with his hot, throbbing meat.
She ran her tongue hesitantly over the underside of his head, feeling the slickness and heat throbbing against her tonguetip. Her lips encircled the ridge of his cock and she was careful that her teeth didn't dig into his flesh lest he do something painful to her.
"That's it, baby. Now you just do as you're told," he ordered. "Suck that big lollypop head real good."
Brenda did as she was ordered. She sucked on his head like she was nursing on a big tit. Juice filled her mouth as her saliva glands responded to the taste of his pulsing organ. She didn't want to swallow it down, but the fluid built up in her mouth and threatened to flow over her lips and down her chin if she didn't swallow. The action of her throat muscles gulping the liquid down pulled his cock back further into her mouth until it poked deeply into the back of her throat, threatening to gag her.
He leaned forward over her, his body forming a dark cave that smothered her head. She smelled the staleness of the air under him. There was nothing she could do but let him hump his big tool in and out of her mouth. His organ slammed into her tongue and when she tilted her head up it would skewer into the roof of her mouth and then bounce down toward the center of her gagging throat. She was afraid that he was going to choke her to death with his cock.
He leaned back and changed positions, turning his body around so that his knees rested on the mattress on either side of her head and he faced her feet. His hands played with her breasts and, despite herself, she felt her nipples hardening and coming to life under his cruel fingers. He reached under her head and grabbed her hair and pulled on it until her head was twisted back so that the top of her head rested on the mattress and her face pointed toward his feet, upside down in her vision. He crammed his cock back into her mouth. "Get ready to take it all now. I want you to swallow it all the way into your guts."
She really had no choice. The position left her throat open all the way. As his penis slid to the back of her throat and his balls slapped obscenely into her eyes, she felt the humiliation of her body beginning to respond to his degrading sexual use of her. No! Don't let this happen. I don't want to enjoy it, she thought. But there was nothing she could do. She liked it! She wanted him to continue. She wanted her throat raped. She wanted him to turn around and rape her pussy. She wanted his huge cock rammed into her like a pile driver. It's his spell, she reasoned. Charles made this happen to me. He hypnotized me into wanting Rifter's cock.
But there was no denying it. She was enjoying the humiliation of being used. She opened her mouth as wide as she could. She encouraged him to ram his cock into her throat. Her muscles relaxed in her neck and as each thrust of Rifter's hips forced his prick more deeply into her hungry mouth. She moaned as his fingers continued to massage her breasts, digging into them and milking them painfully. She even enjoyed her nipples being pinched and mashed between his fingers.
Rifter noticed the change in her immediately. He felt her throat relax and her head turn slightly so that his rod would more easily slip down her throat. He moaned with pleasure as his cock buried itself into the warm wetness of her throat. He was going to fuck her to death. He would fill her stomach with more cum than she had ever had before. He hunched his hips viciously, enjoying the slapping sound of his balls against her face.
"Eat it up, baby," he said. "Suck it down. Aaaaaah, that's good."
He slowed his pace. He wanted to feel each inch of his big cock going down her throat. Drawing it out of her mouth until only his blood-engorged head was inside her lips, he pushed slowly forward with his hips, enjoying the friction to his inflamed pole as its head and shaft began sliding over her tongue and into her throat, down deeper and deeper. And finally he reached the end as the last of his cock buried itself in her throat. He pushed even harder, forcing the base of his cock against her lips, smothering her nose with his hairy balls and covering her chin with his pubic hair.
Leaving his tool stuffed to the hilt in her mouth, Rifter rotated his hips, grinding against her face, and hunched forward in small whipping motions that snapped his balls again and again into her face. The slapping sound of his balls against her face excited him to the point that his balls drew up in preparation of releasing a huge load of cum into her stomach. He held back to make it last as long as he could. He reached forward with his hands and trailed his claw-like fingers down her stomach until he reached the vee of her crotch. He dug his fingers into her matted hair, separating the fleecy curls like plowing through a jungle until her pelvis lurched up against his hands, begging them to continue. He stroked the hair-lined outer lips of her pussy. She moaned at his touch, lost in delirious yearning.
"You're a sexy little bitch," he groaned, his finger now probing inside her cuntlips, separating her tender pink petals to get at the node-like jewel of her clitoris which stood erect and ready above her vaginal entrance. He toyed with her button with his fingertips, flicking it into turgid eagerness. "You like it, don't you, bitch?" he asked, but with his cock filling her mouth she could only moan her response.
His hips kept up a slow rhythmic movement over her face as his cock slid in and out of her throat. He was careful that he didn't pull his prick out far enough for the head to come out of her mouth. She sucked air into her lungs each time he pulled his cock backward and the feeling of the air rushing past his head and along the shaft of his penis to get to her lungs excited him even more.
While his fingers dug into her pussy, he lowered his head to her stomach. He wanted her breasts in his mouth but he couldn't draw his head back far enough to reach them and so he settled for lathing her stomach with his tongue and sticking the tip of it into her navel. He sucked at her velvet-smooth skin and nibbled it with his teeth. Pushing his face hard into her center, he sucked a mouthful of her flesh into his mouth and bit down hard, burying his teeth into her sensitive skin until the pain burned into her like a branding iron and she squirmed frantically back and forth, twisting and kicking her legs in an effort to relieve the pain. He made a circular tattoo of bites around her navel, relishing the jerking of her body.
He worked first two and then three fingers deeply into the center of her pussy, feeling the slick lubrication of the delicate pink walls of her inner cunt. Her pussy gripped his fingers like a glove and when he tried to stab the fourth finger in as well, he couldn't find room to accommodate it. He pushed harder, cruelly forcing her delicate flesh to stretch beyond its limits. And when he did get all four fingers in her, his fingers were squeezed together and he couldn't get them in past his second nuckles.
Rifter felt his balls churning hotly, threatening any second to discharge their load into her mouth. He hunched his cock in her mouth with increased fervor and stabbed frantically with the fingers of his left hand while he manipulated her clitoris with the first finger of his right hand, rotating the nub up and down at an ever increasingly faster rate until he could tell that she was close to exploding in a massive orgasm of her own.
He could hold back no longer and his balls belched out their hot load of seething cum deeply into her mouth as spurt after spurt of white viscous liquid gushed into her and burned its way down her throat. His body hunched as mighty spasms of release racked his body.
As his hot cum scalded its way down her throat, Brenda's own orgasm took her by surprise, exploding to the surface like a suddenly burst dam. Her body contorted violently and she bucked under him, her whole body arching high into the air until she was bowed backward with only her heels and head touching the bed. Her cock-filled mouth muffled the scream that burst from her lungs. "AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!" Wave after wave of sensuous discharge racked their bodies until they were both drained and exhausted.
When Rifter finally rolled off her, dragging his now flaccid cock wetly across her face and down her neck, Brenda felt the shame and humiliation of what she had done and how she had acted. But it wasn't her fault, she told herself. She was under a spell. Wasn't she?