Chapter 12
Izzie didn't waste words with Susan. Though he had always wanted to fuck her, he had not done so because his need for her was greater than his desire for her cunt. But now he felt she was the one in need, needing him far more than he needed her, because once she was taken away from this Tom Warren, she would have no one but Izzie to turn to.
Smiling a vicious smile, he opened the car door and dragged Susan out by her hand. He pulled her, half-walking, half-sliding across the cement ground to the unit he had rented. Unlocking the door, he pushed her in ahead of himself.
"What are you doing?" Susan gasped.
"I am teaching you a lesson," Izzie snapped. "From now on, you do as I tell you. If you vant to go on vorking vit' me, you do it on my terms. Uddervise, you can quvit, undt I find someone else to do der smuggling."
"Let me out of here," Susan insisted, trying to open the door.
Izzie slapped her across the face-hard. She went reeling halfway across the room and fell on one of the beds. Her hand rose to her stinging cheek, and tears came rushing from her eyes. She stood, immediately.
"Vhere vill you go?" he asked. "You haff no glasses. You can't see. From now on you do as Izzie says."
"You hit me," she gasped. "You never did something like that before."
"I should haff smashed you a long time ago," he insisted, shouting at her, knowing no one was occupying any of the adjoining units. "You come out here undt let some udder man screw you, vhile Izzie gets nudding. So, act like a bitch undt a whore, undt dat's how you get treated from now on. I tell you to go back undt fuck for dat man vhile I take pictures, undt you'll do it. But first, so you don't forget vhich vun uff us is boss, you're going to fuck for Izzie."
"You stupid pig," Susan gasped. "Do you think I'd willingly let you touch me in any way? You smell like dead, rotten onions."
In Susan's limited experience when it came to sex, first with her brutish husband, and after with Tom Warren, she had learned two extremes in sex. The first was the lowest extreme, and the second was the highest. Now here was Izzie, obviously offering her what her husband had given her for five years, and after having had the "champagne" of all fucks with Tom, Susan was damned if she'd ever settle for "muddy, germ-filled slop" that Izzie had to offer. Besides, any man who would strike Susan as callously as Izzie had done, had to be the lowest creep in all creation. True, Tom had hit her, but she had all but forgotten that, by now.
"You get away from me," she snapped at Izzie.
The German lunged toward her, his features distorted with lascivious anger. He gripped her by the arm, then dragged her toward the bed from which she had been moving away.
"You don't tell Izzie vhat to do, bitch!" the small, weasely man insisted. "I do vhatefer I vish vit' you."
"Stop it ... owwww ... Izzie, you're hurting me."
This was a horrible nightmare. First gentle, loving Tom, who had all but crawled in front of her had raped her vagina and her mouth, and had even disgustingly put his mouth against her vagina. Now Izzie was on the verge of doing "his own thing," as well. The man was going to rape her as ignominiously as Tom had, but there would be none of Tom's caring, for through everything, Susan had felt the inner caring in spite of his external attitude.
"From now on, vhen Izzie vishes to fuck you, I fuck you!" Izzie roared at her.
"Izzie, stop ... don't do this ... don't ruin our partnership."
"Shut up, bitch!"
The power-mad Izzie liked the way he felt, lording it over Susan this way. A raging sense of passion was building in him, and he inwardly flamed with some kind of sadistic lust ... a lust for Susan that had never been gratified. He was sick and tired of all the ridiculous arguments she had given him over the years. They had slept in the same hotel rooms, sometimes in the same bed, and he'd had to keep his hands off her. He hurled her fragile body onto the bed and said, "You undress, or I tear der dress from you."
He began tearing off his own clothing, and in a matter of seconds stood naked before her. His body was as hairy as that of a Barbary ape, and she was barely able to see his red penis and equally red balls sticking out from under the heavy black thatch covering them.
"Stay away Izzie," she gasped.
Hot tears streamed down Susan's face as she realized that Izzie was ten times worse than Tom, and she had literally leaped from the frying pan into the fire. Eye shadow mingled with mascara and tears, all running down her cheeks. Izzie looked totally insane at this moment. His cock was stiff, a bright-red, not looking the least little bit as menacing as Tom's, and yet menacing enough, for it was definitely longer and thicker than that of her ex-husband. But then most human fingers were longer and thicker than the penis attached to her ex. Terror was swimming through her arteries, and her cries of protest were ringing out very loudly, desperately.
"Oh, no," she cried. "Oh, Izzie, you wouldn't!"
"Ach ja!" you lying bitch!" he snorted. "I villi"
With a very fierce strength, a strength he had never had before, one born of his primeval passion for her, he grabbed the slender woman and flipped her over onto her belly. His hand worked quickly, removing her clothing without so much as a tear. She tried her best to pull away from him, scrambling on top of the motel's patchwork quilt, but Izzie pushed a palm into her back and held her pinned down as firmly as ever, making her feel even more ridiculous.
By now, Susan was no longer able to weep. First Tom, now this animal. It was all too much to be believed. When his hand clamped on her buttocks, and he actually poked his pinky into her rectum, it dawned on Susan that this man was going to be even more disgusting and perverted in his handling of her than Tom had ever been. He wanted her rectum. Yeccchhhh!
How filthy! Even though she was as meticulous when it came to cleaning her rectum as she was when cleaning her vagina, she knew all the poisons stored in her body exited by way of the back door, and she was never able to associate that with sex in any way, shape, form, or manner.
She concentrated all her energy on breaking away from this horrible man and his horrible intent, but she had no chance against a passion-crazed Izzie. He had her totally undressed now, tearing off her underpants, and then with calloused hands so rough he all but tore her tender flesh, he hoisted her ass-cheeks and jammed pillows under her belly to keep her from flopping back down.
"No, Izzie! No!" the totally naked and completely vulnerable golden-red-haired woman pleaded, wailing in a fear-frenzied voice, sounding pretty much like the trapped animal she had become. "N-o-o-o-o-o!"
"I am going to fuck you until you understand dat vhen you are vit' Izzie, you do vhat Izzie vants. I vill fuck you until der backside is sore, undt in der process I vill fuck all der bitchiness out uff you. Den you'll go back undt fuck for dat bastard, undt I'll take pictures undt ve blackmail him."
Suddenly overcome with a sadistic desire to possess the woman in any and every way possible, Izzie raised his hand and brought it down on her buttocks, walloping them-hard. Pain flashed through his hand, telling him at least as much pain was flashing through her ass, perhaps more. The white ostrich-egg-shapes of her buttocks turned a bright pink, and her entire body began jerking as she cried out in agony, exciting the angered smuggler even more. Again he raised a tingling palm and smacked her smooth-fleshed, resilient cheeks, pounding them as hard as he was able. A strange, unnatural excitement coursed madly through him, surging through his veins each time she obscenely squealed and begged him to stop.
"Aaaaaiiiiiii!" she shrieked. "No more ... no more ... I'll do whatever you want, but don't hit me anymore ... no more ... eeeee ... stop, Izzie, stop ... don't hurt me...."
But the lovely woman's laments were music to the German's ears, inciting him that much more to continue walloping her even more brutally. Being a small man, Izzie was unable to vent his anger on most other people, and as a result was now taking out years of wrath on Susan's white buttocks. He spanked the ivory flesh, turning the cheeks flamingo-pink, then carmine-red. At each stinging slap, the anguished, forty-year-old golden-redhead's shrill cries and begging for mercy filled the air of the small motel room, and Izzie's achingly erect red penis, throbbing as it did, was all the more ready to violate Susan's helpless body.
In spite of the anguish and humiliation of this particularly vile man's lascivious punishment, Susan was inwardly aware of a stirring inside her, a stirring that had nothing whatsoever to do with love. But there was definitely an intensification of want each time a blow landed on her backside, making her fiery red buttocks burn even more. Flickering fingers of masochistic searing blistered through her abused loins as remembrances of the delights she had shared with Tom, even when against her will, flickered through her mind, and this, in turn, caused the wanton desire to intensify even more. Though she automatically continued crying out in protest, deep down she knew that she was receiving a just punishment, in advance, for allowing herself to go through with what was about to take place. For Susan, by now, knew she wouldn't be leaving this motel room until Izzie fucked her ass as his finger had hinted before when he had probed in there. She knew in her soul that the blows were a welldeserved punishment.
Izzie had no idea what perverted thoughts were taking place in Susan's mind. Nor did he realize she was getting a masochistic thrill from being beaten, all the more so since he was such vile scum and she felt she deserved to be manhandled by such filth for having turned to him in the first place. She never had the good sense to leave well-enough alone.
But Izzie was definitely aware of his own out-of-control passion and the insatiable need to inflict more pain on this tiny, helpless female who had cozened and teased him over the past ten years while giving him nothing. His cock was lurching with impatience, and soon he would bury it in her ass-hole. Yes, it would have to be her ass-hole, because he had no doubt this man with whom Susan was with would probably want to fuck her again, and if he found sperm in her cunt he might get angry and dump her before he, Izzie, had a chance to take pictures of the man raping her.
Without warning, he stopped raining blows on her tantalizing ass-cheeks, and grasping one bright-red buttock in each hand, he roughly tugged them apart in order to look at the puckered brown star that would lead to the tight pink chamber beyond. Without a sound, he jabbed the middle finger of his right hand into the center of that rear dimple, pressing hard.
"You vill learn, vhen Izzie giffs an order, you obey. Now I vill fuck your ass."
"No!" she shrieked.
"Ja!" he laughed. "I vill shoot mine load up your ass-hole."
Susan realized her premonition had come true. He was going to fuck her ass-hole, after all. Before, the terror had been because she had first realized it. But now she felt terror because she understood it was all about to happen.
"No!" she shrieked. "Not that! Anything but that!
Izzie, please! You don't know what you're doing."
Although she had never really understood the word "sodomy" before, it was being driven home to her with a big bang, now. Yes, it would be just like Izzie to commit so debasing an act. She wondered why she had been so stupid as to call this man in the first place. Though he gave her money for smuggling diamonds, the facts were, he was not doing her any real favors. She, on the other hand, was doing him a favor in making certain he wasn't getting caught, and he, in return, was always making life miserable for her when she wasn't in the brokerage office, coming to her apartment and hanging out until all hours of the night.
Izzie had never met Tom, but he hated the man. He hated any man who had Susan's attention, because Izzie had always wanted to fuck her and had not been able to do so. Now Susan had revealed that Tom had done the deed before he had, and so he was going to take one of Susan's virginities-the only one she had left.
Revulsed as she was by Izzie and the knowledge of what he intended doing to her, Susan still felt an anticipatory thrill, for anything to do with cocks was sexual, and Susan ached to feel something sexual take place inside her. Even as the man's dirty-nailed finger probed between her ass-cheeks, she felt aroused, and an involuntary moan came issuing from between her soft lips.
By now, Izzie was too wrapped up in what he was doing to hear her, his lust being all-consuming. He applied a cruel force as he rammed his long middle finger into the tightly resisting rear opening. She screamed, and he gloated in her anguish. He slid her off his lap and let her knees fall to the floor while the rest of her remained on the bed. He, himself fell to his knees behind her and concentrated on his finger, rubbing his cock against the silken smoothness of her thigh while probing his finger that much more deeply into her tantalizing rectum. Her narrow rectal circle cringed, because she suddenly found the torment totally unendurable. It was far worse than she had expected.
"Aaaaayyyyaaaagggghhhh!" she shouted. "Izzie, you're killing me, you're killing me, stop it, stop it, stop it!"
Wrenching her head from the pillow, she craned her neck around and saw that Izzie was no longer kneeling. He was standing, and he had pulled her to her feet, but she was bent forward, weight on her elbows as they rested on the bed, her legs spread wide apart. His finger was digging deeper and deeper into the narrow rectal opening, and to Susan it felt as thick as a tree branch. God! When he poked his cock into her ass, even if it wasn't as thick as Tom's, it would still rip her anal tunnel to shreds.
"N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!" she shrieked feeling panic overtake her. "Izzie, you can't do this to me ... not now, not ever ... n-o-o-o-o-o...,"
In maddening desperation, the helpless redhead, wanting to escape from this evil she had visited on herself, kicked her legs and began whipping her torso from side to side as much as possible, considering his firmly gripping hand on her shoulder. She began sobbing hysterically, but Izzie wasn't the least bit moved by what he believed to be crocodile tears. He was going to love doing this.
"Veil, you don't seem to like der finger," Izzie laughed. "Ve'll see if you like dis better."
He yanked his middle finger from the tight, burning tunnel that was her helpless rectum, pulling it out with a lascivious popping sound as he pulled her hips up toward his body, keeping her firmly balanced on her forearms. Her red, roundly trembling buttocks were in total obscene submission.
"Now!" Izzie gasped, at last the conqueror of this woman he had wanted to fuck for so long. This time it was her ass. Next time it would be her cunt.
Crouching behind the weeping redhead, the man gripped his brilliant, shining, rock-solid phallus in one hand and massaged the thick, angry foreskin back and forth for a brief moment in lascivious anticipation of what he was going to enjoy. Then, with an animal-like growl, he arched his slender hips and rammed the blunt head of his skinny cock against the fear-clenched cheeks of her anus.
"Aaaaannnngggghhhhh!" Susan gasped, as the throbbing cudgel of penile flesh pushed its head into her rectal opening. The corona was not quite behind the sphincter.
Izzie had attacked with such biting force, the terrified woman's forearms had collapsed under her, and as a result she fell forward onto the mattress. Sharp, searing anguish that made the previous spanking seem like a mere light sting blistered through the narrow center of her rectum, sending messages of anguish to the far reaches of her entire body. For a brief instant the physical pain and the mental humiliation were so intense the obscenely impaled woman thought he might have cut into some vital area and she was on the verge of dying, after all.
God! It might be better to face death than have to undergo this kind of continual anguish. With Tom, the anguish had spent itself quickly enough and she had felt pain turn to pleasure. But somehow she had the feeling this wasn't going to happen. At least, the love she had felt with Tom was something she would never experience with Izzie. The lust-crazed man was hurting her more and more as he continued driving his heatedly pulsating penile shaft that much deeper into the territory of her forbidden anus. She wondered how she'd be able to go back to Tom after having had something like this done to her by a man as vile as Izzie.
Tom would throw her out if he ever found out about this. As for continuing her relationship with Izzie, well that was totally out of the question, now.
"Ooooonnnnhhhh ... stopppppp ... n-n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!! ! "
"Shut your face, bitch!" Izzie snapped.
"I can't stand it!" she gasped. "You're too big, too big! You'll kill me, don't you understand?"
The words came jerkily from between Susan's teeth. She tried hard to tighten her rectal muscles, but it was a vain attempt at expelling the punishing phallus. She stopped trying when she realized all her efforts were accomplishing was intensifying the pain that much more. There was no longer any hope for her, no way out, nothing but a raging red sea of torment and anguish. It was the worst pain she had ever felt.
Suddenly the man's body tensed as he exerted every last ounce of strength toward pushing all the way into her futilely resisting anal channel. His hands dug into the sensitive flesh of the lovely Susan's round buttocks, buttocks first regaining their ivory whiteness, gripping the cheeks for support. The vise-like grip was so overpoweringly strong his nails cut deep red marks in her tender flesh.
I'll show her, Izzie thought to himself. Dis vill be der last time she efer holds out on me. Stupid bitch! Vhen I tell her to fuck, she vill fuck from now on.
The thickly swollen cock began pushing itself inch-by-murderous inch all the way into her rectum, shoving in until the scratchy pelvis of the man was scrubbing against her backside. The frantic woman threw her head back and shrieked in agony, screaming like a mortally wounded animal. Her entire body violently quaked.
Izzie began to fuck very slowly back and forth, his cock slicing like a torturous scimitar in and out of her fire-blistered nether channel, stretching the elasticized walls to the limit. Increasing the tempo of his harsh strokes to a cruel jungle beat of sadistic fury, he began pumping his sweat-slickened loins back and forth against her quaking body, his dangling balls wildly slaping in time to the same frenzied rhythm against the heated wetness of her vaginal slash.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee ... yyyyaaaaiiiieeee ... yyyyaaaa-hhhh ... please ... Izzzziiiieeeee ... stop ... stopppp ... stop ... no more ... no more ... don't doooooo ... thiiissss...." she begged.
At last, realizing her pleas were only encouraging him to fuck into her anus that much faster, she felt silent. Her piteous pleas were only enhancing what he was doing to her, and the brutality seemed all the more unbearable. The agony was at its highest point right now, and she forced herself to lie absolutely still, remaining limp and unmoving, her belly flat against the edge of the bed, her legs dangling down and over, her feet flat on the floor, scarcely daring to breathe for fear of intensifying the fiery pain.
Susan felt she wouldn't be able to take it much longer. When Tom fucked her, no matter how violently, pleasure invariably followed pain, and thrill built on thrill. There was a feeling of something under the violence, under the anger. Tom professed to no longer love her, but now Susan realized all the more what a fool she had been. He might not know it, but he did love her, and just as what he had done to her had rekindled the feelings of love inside her, making her aware of love she felt for him, so did she now feel that he, in spite of all he had said, was madly and insanely in love with her. Her mind concentrated on Tom. Being fucked this way, unable to see the man fucking her, she pretended her antagonist was Tom. Doing that seemed to perform the miracle she needed, for no longer did she feel as if she were being ripped apart. Within seconds of thinking of this other man whom she realized she loved, something deep inside the sodomized redhead underwent subtle changes. Although the wild, bestial thrusts of Izzie continued invading her rear channel, stretching it wide as he continued with the same turbulence and mixture of rage and lust, a strange new sense of delight was blending with and finally blotting out the shameful agony she had been feeling. From her intense shame and degradation there arose a fierce and forbidden pleasure, and some barrier inside her seemed to melt the voluptuous flood of pleasure locked in a frozen block within her, and now it was swirling through her shuddering body. Her interior swam in a voluptuous wave of perverted wonder and the physical agony continued to fade until it had completely disappeared and was no longer a part of her.
"Take dis, undt dis, undt dis, undt dis!" Izzie kept on groaning each time he thrust his skinny organ into her ass-hole. He rammed it in to the hilt, then pulled it back so that only the head was inside, then once again slammed it forward, hard and fast, burying it in the narrowest corridor of her lower self. Her spasmodically clenching rectal passage tightened around the thrusting organ each time it plunged into her as he yelled, "Dis is all better dan anyt'ing you deserve for being such a cockteasing bitch!"
"Ohhhhhhhhh ... hhhhuuuu nnnnhhhh ... aaaa-nnnnhhhh...," was all Susan was able to gasp, thinking to herself that it was Tom doing this, and because it was Tom, she loved the feeling, wanting more and more and more of it.
A shower of multi-colored lights exploded in her spinning brain, and Izzie was astonished to feel her responding to what he was doing, behaving as if she was actually enjoying it. Susan's incredible grunts filled his ears, and he didn't believe what he was hearing.
Susan was mewling in shameless abandon at this point, her up-thrust buttocks grinding back solidly to take his fire-filled penis even more deeply into the tunnel of her tantalizing rectum, feeling even more of the impact of his bludgeoning testicles as they slapped against her wide-open vagina, one testicle in particular hitting her clitoris. As long as she retained the image of Tom doing the fucking, the thrills continued building in Susan.
"Harder ... harrrderrrr ... harrrrderrrr ... harrrrderrrrr...." Susan moaned out loud. "Fuck my ass, Tom ... fuck my ass ... make me come ... please...."
Izzie was too filled with lust to hear that she had called him by another name. All he knew was that he had to get his rocks off inside this redheaded bitch. He had to fill her with his joy-juice or go out of his mind. His entire body went rigid, his hands grasping Susan's white buttocks like iron claws as he felt his boiling semen gathering and churning in the depths of his aching testicles. It had literally been weeks since he'd had any woman, and he had never had a woman this delightful ... never. As a result he was going to go off like a firecracker on the Fourth of July in the wonderful tightness of Susan's steamily clinging rectum.
"HHHHAA AYYYY AAAA GGGHHH...." he roared, his voice like that of a victorious Teutonic warrior. "ACH ... YYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH ... I-I ... I'M KKKUUUUMMMM IIIINNNNGGGG ... AAAGGGGHHHH AAAANNNNGGGG HHHH-AAAA RRRRGGGG HHHHNNNN HHHHUUUU-NNNNGGGG HHHHAAAGGGG HHHHUUGGG-HHH!"
Convulsive spasms shuddered through the man's perspiration-slick loins as his deeply embedded phallus shot its first fiery streaming darts of heated white sperm into Susan's colon. The boiling flood of juices surged high inside her, making her feel as if her entire self was being drowned in a turbulence of life-giving masculine seed. Again and again the sticky warm fluid shot into the throbbing tightness of her rectum as Izzie continued pounding his cock in and out. It had not yet begun to shrink, but it would do so, shortly. She actually felt the jism working its way up through his urethra before jetting out of the tiny slit in the tip of his phallus, filling her rectum.
The man continued screaming as his cock, still stiff for one second longer, touched the necessary spark in Susan, massaging her rectal nerves much the way Tom's cock had rubbed her throat nerves, and she was aware of the orgasm. Because her mind still thought the cock fucking her belonged to Tom, she responded as if Tom actually was fucking her. She was close now, so close.
It was at that moment that, prostate spent, the man slowed his stroking, and as a result the blood began leaving the sacs in his penis, and the stiffness slowly but definitely began deflating.
"NO!" Susan shouted, turning her head, and then she realized it was Izzie fucking her ass, not Tom, and the sensation totally disappeared, because by now she totally loathed Izzie, but more, she loathed herself for having called him in the first place and getting him mixed up in all this.