Chapter 2

It was Friday, and the exchange had just closed for the day. All three of Susan's stocks had done so badly, her accounts were wiped out. Now all she wanted was to go home, take a bath, and then contact a man who would help her smuggle some more diamonds into the country.

She sat beside Tom Warren in his brand-new Imperial, muttering to herself, occasionally breaking the silence between them by cursing him out for letting her invest in those "dogs" in the first place. As usual, everyone else was to blame, and Susan Kean was faultless.

Susan was so caught up in her thinking, she didn't realize that Tom, instead of heading for City Park, drove away from the city, heading into the mountains. By the time she realized they were no longer in the city, they were high up.

"I want to go home," she insisted.

"Of course," Tom nodded. "I'm taking you to your new home."

"New home?" she asked.

"The landlord has been giving you a hard time where you've been living, anyway," he told her. "So I'm taking you to a new home, a house this time, not an apartment. There's land around it, and there's lots of fresh air."

"But I have to keep in contact with...,"

"By phone," he smiled. "Don't worry. This place is rent-free. I own it, Susan."

"You're giving it to me?" she asked, suddenly filled with both, wonder and suspicion. She was always suspicious when a man wanted to give her something for nothing.

"You might say that," he nodded, smiling.

He drove for almost an hour, then she realized they were high up, with lots of hilly areas, lots of forest, but no other homes.

He finally turned off the main highway and drove for ten minutes along a barely visible trail wide enough for two cars. Tree branches beat at the windshield as he continued on, and then he turned left, right, left, then left again, then right, and finally pulled into a clearing. She got out of the car when he parked it, standing in front of a one-story bungalow. Just below the bungalow was a deep pool filled by streams that trickled down the side of the mountain on which the bungalow was located. But below the pool, there was nothing but sheer wall. In fact, they were surrounded on three sides by space. The fourth side was the trail they had just come along.

Susan realized they were totally alone. The car was the only way out, and she had never learned to drive. Trying to walk out was ridiculous. It would take almost half a day to walk back to the main highway, assuming she was able to negotiate her way out.

Getting back into the car beside Tom, she said, "I don't like it here. Take me back."

"Don't be foolish," he smiled. "You don't think I came all this way for nothing, did you?"

Something in his voice made Susan look at him. What she read in his swarthy, handsome features shocked and horrified her. His dark, penetrating eyes reflected the total animalistic lust that had been developing in him over the months. The intensity of it made her shudder.

"Please, Tom...," she said in her soft, girlish little voice, "I want you to take me back."

"I came out here for a reason, Susan," he told her. "You might say you're going to begin honoring that contract we had drawn up between us."

"What do you mean?" she asked, fear getting stronger in her with every passing moment, for suddenly this was not the Tom Warren she had been able to control so easily before. "You know I don't have any money at the moment."

"Even if you had money, you wouldn't be able to hold onto it long enough to pay off whatever it is you owe," he snorted. "No, honey, the time has come for me to find out just why your cunt is so precious no one can touch it."

Susan's white face suddenly blushed a bright scarlet-red, and another wave of terror blasted through her shuddering body. She had no idea at all what to say. Surely this man didn't seriously expect her to ... but then she remembered the document he had made her sign. Legal or not, out here he was in a position to enforce it, and it was obvious this was precisely what he intended doing. Her mind went back to the few times she had permitted him to kiss her. His kisses were always seethingly passionate. Then there had been the one time when his hand had gripped her breast, frantically kneading it. The man had an insatiable desire for her, and now, out here, where there was no one to help her, and no way for her to escape without his assistance, he was going to collect what he felt was a debt long overdue.

Dear God! What a fool she had been. The helplessness of her situation began crowding in on her. He had brought her all the way out here on the flimsy pretext of once again helping her, but she should have realized she had run out the string with this man a long time ago. He wanted the same thing every other man wanted, but now he was in a position to collect. There was no one else around, no other home in sight, and probably no one within hearing range if she should shout. She was this man's virtual prisoner, and God and Tom Warren only knew what he intended doing with her.

"Please ... Tom ... don't do this ... it's a sin...." she begged, her eyes looking large and imploring behind her glasses.

Reaching out, he took her glasses off, and casually smashed them, knowing she was unable to see more than five feet in front of her without them. Now she was even more helpless. His eyes were cold, his face hard as he stared at her with desire. She felt as if he was devouring her with a look, and her fearfully quivering body shrank away from him.

"Come now, Susan," he taunted "Surely you aren't afraid of me. You, so proud, so self-assured all the time, so poised...,"

"Tom!" she shrieked hysterically. "Take me back ... take me back now!" She was sobbing, horror filling her throat, her mind spinning as she realized the web woven around her was growing tighter with every passing second.

"There is no use screaming, crying, pleading, or shouting," he told her. "There's no one around for miles."

Susan knew he was telling the truth. He always told her the truth. What was there for her to do? If she jumped out of the car, he would probably catch her. Even if he didn't run after her, where would she go? She was unable to see without her glasses. At the moment she was completely at his mercy ... assuming he had any.

"Wh-what do you want from me?" she finally gasped.

"I told you," he smirked. "I want to find out just how deep that prudish streak of yours really goes. I'm willing to bet under all that resistance is a hot and fiery woman waiting to really appreciate a good, solid fuck."

"You're just like all those other men," she gasped. "You don't know what it is to be a friend. You think that because a woman smiles at you, she's yours to be used any way you please."

"And you?" he laughed. "You're no different from most of the other women in the world. You wear a 'don't touch me' sign, but we both know that deep down inside, you're dying to be fucked to death. You're crazy to have some hot cock crammed into that tight little cunt of yours, and we both know it, Susan."

"How can you be so disgusting?" she gasped.

She knew as soon as she had said it, it was a mistake. The man was no longer sneering at her now. Rather there was anger in his eyes as his right hand suddenly reached out, the fingers tangling themselves in her red-gold hair as he yanked her horrified face toward him.

"So I'm disgusting, am I?" he snorted. "And you, Miss pristine and pure? What are you? I think it's about time the high-and-mighty Susan Kean got a look at herself and what she's really like."

His left hand fell to her thigh, fingers digging into her white flesh as his palm began instantly sliding upward along her firmly curving pillar. Susan refused to struggle. She wouldn't dignify what this man was doing by fighting back. She stared stonily ahead, determined to ignore and endure. There was no way for her to resist. She was in Tom's power, and she knew she would have to submit to what he wanted. But for the first time she was blaming herself, admitting she was at fault for not seeing ahead, realizing that sooner or later this man was going to make demands of her, and the demands he was making he was in a position to enforce.

Her mind suddenly snapped back to reality by the realization that the man's hand was still moving higher. His finger was already pulling out the elastic leg band of her panties.

Damn! It had been too hot today, even if it was late September, to wear her heavy girdle. She had left it off for the first time in weeks. She was now paying the penalty for leaving it behind.

Without hesitation, Tom's outstretched middle finger slipped under the elastic leg band, and Susan was unable to keep herself from drawing in a quick breath, gasping when the fingertip came into contact with the first wisps of straying reddish-blonde pubic curls. She tried to shut her mind to what was happening, but she soon discovered that to do so was impossible. What was taking place was a horrible reality. This man, whom she had thought she had known better than any other man, including her brutish ex-husband, was touching her secret flesh under the crotch band of her panties.

She wondered if she ought not to make some kind of attempt at escaping. No, no, that would be foolish, since she was unable to see and might find herself going over the edge of the cliff. She was going to lose no matter what she did. Now she was gaining an insight into this heavy man's disposition, and she realized she had pushed him a bit too far. At this point, if she tried fighting him, he might hit her. After all, even if he bruised her, he'd keep her here until the bruises healed, and the longer he kept her here, the more he would be able to "use" her. He might even kill her if she enraged him enough.

She involuntarily writhed back against the seat of the car as his attacking, invading digit suddenly came into direct contact with the ultra-sensitive lips of her trembling vagina. No man since her disgusting husband had touched her down there, and thinking of him sent a shiver of disgust through Susan. Hers were the only hands to touch that delicate area, hers when she washed herself, and the hands of her female gynecologist when she had her semi-annual examination. Now this man, this overpowering, fat person on whom she had come to depend monetarily, to a certain extent, was violating her there, with no thought of decency or morality. What was more, from the sneering look on his face, he was doing it with more than a little contempt for her and her inner feelings. Not for the first time did Susan wish she had never set eyes on Tom Warren. He was good for her in many respects, but he was even more lascivious than other men she had known, and now he was proving rapacious, as well. Now her life was hell.

Not that her life was anything about which she would be able to boast. She had been unhappy for as long as she was able to remember. First there had been the deaths of her parents when she had been a young girl. Then there was being brought up by a stiff-necked prude of a maiden aunt who had driven all sorts of fears into her about sex, as a result, making her body tighten up.

Then there was that early marriage her aunt had forced her into because she had caught Jack on the front porch trying to kiss Susan. Jack had been a boor right from the start, dragging her to bed every night, beer on his breath, stink emanating from his armpits and crotch, and he had fucked her and fucked her and fucked her again. The man was totally insatiable. His cock wasn't overly long or overly thick, but to Susan it was monstrous. He had all but ripped away the outer flesh lining her vaginal walls he used to fuck her so hard and so often.

He had never bothered caressing her, though he did squeeze her breasts until he hurt her, pinching her nipples until she was afraid he would pull them off. Then he would ram his long, hard fleshy stick into her tight, dry well, and he would pump for a few seconds and suddenly erupt with that white slime. Without pulling out, he would pump into her cunt again, making his soft organ hard, his sperm smoothing the way. But his cock was so narrow, it barely touched her tight walls. As a result, there was almost no friction, and all Susan had felt was discomfort. She would lay there until he came again. Then he would roll off her, go to the bathroom, take a leak, wash his cock, come back to bed, roughly squeeze her, and when he was hard, he would fuck her one more time.

This had gone on every night, even during her "time of the month," and finally, unable to stand the brutality any longer, Susan had divorced the man. But now she was with an equally vile man.

"Well, honey, how do you like my finger in your pussy?" he asked.

Susan decided her best course lay in not responding to him, either physically or verbally. What should she say, after all? The truth? That he disgusted her? No! That would only serve to make him all the more angry and bitter. She was in no position to lie, anyway. Lying was something she was able to do to others, but not to him. But under no circumstances did she intend pretending to enjoy what this bloated, horrible man was doing to her. His lewd manipulations sickened her. That he actually imagined that she was enjoying this horrible thing for even one minute, that this salacious behavior was palatable was, to her, totally incomprehensible. The most she was able to hope for at this point was that all this would be over and done with as quickly as possible.

Abruptly, without warning, his prodding finger plunged headlong between the warm, velvety drape-like curtains of her softly quivering inner labia, slipping into her canal, making her gasp because of the sudden and unexpected contact. She slammed her body forward, thinking to herself that the pressure of his finger wasn't quite as bad as she had initially imagined. At least there was no pain. She gritted her teeth tightly together, compressing her lips and clamping her eyelids shut as Tom continued prodding in and out with his poking forefinger, pulling it out only to replace it with his middle finger as he ran his thumb and pinky through the entire pink length of her vaginal slit, touching the tender inner labia. He moved his finger in and out, digging, probing, massaging, stroking, all gently, carefully, slowly, causing her satin inner flesh to secrete hidden moisture she had never been previously aware of. In fact, at first she thought she might have shamefully urinated.

Susan's red skirt was bunched up around her slender thighs, and Tom's extended middle finger pushed all the way in as his forefinger stretched the elastic leg band of her panties to the breaking point.

She didn't want to open her eyes and look at this lewdly horrifying sight. She was pretty certain of how disgusting she must look. She had no wish to witness the anguish she was undergoing. Her humiliation, was complete.

Tom had released her hair now, and with his free hand he tugged at the confining panties, pinching her buttocks, forcing her to lift them from the seat for a moment so he was able to slip them down to her knees. Unable to help herself, Susan opened her eyes, glancing down, seeing the panties fall around her ankles as the fiery-golden V was exposed, totally naked now, her thighs unwillingly separating in a way that was totally obscene.

Dear God! she thought. What's happening to me? This is one humiliation I'll never be able to live down. With my husband I had no choice because I was married to him. But this....

At that moment, Tom's deftly stroking fingers came into sizzling contact with that tiny little bead hidden by a membrane of flesh-the one part of her body her husband had never stroked. All her life, her clitoris had remained hidden inside the protective frenulum, but now, touched, it suddenly sprang to life as if it had been waiting for this moment its entire existence. Susan gasped when she felt the touch down there, totally unaware she had anything there capable of sending such electrifying feeling through her body. She went rigid with surprise and shock.

An instant later, realizing what was happening, she marshaled her thoughts in an attempt to fight off the new sensations she was beginning to feel. But she was unable to do so. She was powerless against the tide of sudden rapture washing over her with every titillating touch. The contact jolted her. God! This was so revolting! She was actually feeling herself becoming aroused for the first time in her life.

"Oh, no, God no, please ... oh n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o...," she sobbed insanely, twisting and turning her naked buttocks in a final desperate effort to escape the sensations of unwanted rapture first building in the center of her body. Delight ran rampantly through her; delight she didn't want. But she was too late. She was totally overcome by the outwardly spreading ripples of passionate arousal continually emanating from the core of her wetly tingling hot cunt as the man's fingers continued plundering the warmly pulsating canal between her widespread white thighs.

Each skillful caress of her clitoris, making it enlarge and swell beyond belief caused her to gasp and tremble with new and wonderful pleasure. Against her will she realized she was beginning to actually enjoy the way Tom was rubbing his finger in and out of her now-sodden vagina, and there was nothing she was able to do to resist him.

"Ooooonnnnhhhh ... hhhhuuuunnnnhhh . . nnnhhhh ... ummmm ... hmmmmmm ... hhhhaaa-nnnhhhh ... gggghhhhuuunnnhh...." she gasped, unable to restrain herself, giving herself over completely to the wild and wonderful new waves of pleasure convulsing in the depths of her maddeningly throbbing body. There was no hiding her desire at the moment ... it was far too late for that. She liked it! For the first time in her life she liked something to do with sex.

Damn him! He was right when he said she was no different from other women in her ability to feel desire. Anything he had said no longer seemed to register on her mind. Let him taunt her. All she seemingly cared about at this moment was being able to grind her desire-ridden vagina against the wonderful, pleasure-giving fingers which were moving so surely over the churning flesh of her wetly pulsing vagina.

Her creamy thighs flew apart voluntarily, swinging open and shut in rhythm with the way his finger moved in and out. Her heels pressed into the floor of the car as her legs stiffened and she lifted her creamy white, naked buttocks off the car seat, willingly presenting the open lips of her helplessly aroused and tantalizing vagina to the pressing fingers of her stockbroker. She no longer cared for one moment about the lewd image she presented, half-sprawled on the seat, her legs wantonly spread, her hips churning rhythmically in simulation of the tempo of love-making.

Tom added a second finger to the clasping tunnel that was her seething cunt, causing her elastic tightness to spread a little more, feeling hotly contracting pulsations.

"Hhhh aaauu nnnn gggg hhhhh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! It feels so heavenly ... uuuun nnhhhh...," the beautiful golden-red-haired woman moaned, mewling and gasping like a mad woman.

The inner membranes of her greedily clamping cunt closed in on his fingers with surprising strength, but it didn't slow Tom down. He thrust with as much vigor as ever, his thumb continuing to massage her clitoris while his two fingers plunged incessantly in and out of her tubular interior. Susan was unable to get enough of the hard-driving digits. Without thinking, her hand dropped between her outstretched legs and she began pressing Tom's hand all the harder against her vagina. Oils from her cunt had seeped all over his palm, and now fell onto her hand as well as she forced his fingers to push all the deeper into her frantically writhing cunt.

Tom had known she'd had fire inside her, but he was completely astonished at the intensity of the flame. He'd had no idea she would respond either this quickly or this passionately, and inwardly felt proud of himself. Being an overweight man, he'd had difficulty in making time with too many women. Those who did make it with him invariably came back for more, but after awhile he tired of them, and always went on looking for newer, more fertile ground. Besides, the other women invariably wanted to get serious after awhile and talked of marriage. Tom was happy being single. Granted, his quota of nookie was less than he would have liked, but nevertheless, his freedom was too precious to give away just to have an available cunt around.

Susan had been the untouchable one. Other men had tried, other men had failed. She had used men time and time again, promising, but never delivering. He was the first one to get this far with her since her disastrous marriage. There was that thrill, that pride in knowing he was the instigator of the wanton lust now building in the golden-red-hair covering the pussy down below. He was pleased that he had been able to read this woman correctly, finding that reservoir of pure passion. What made it all the more interesting was the fact that Susan, herself, had been totally unaware of its existence.

The knowledge of her hidden sexuality aroused and excited him all the more, making him realize she was not going to be the one-night stand he had initially planned. She was probably good for a whole weekend, maybe even longer. Not that he was the least bit sorry in having tricked her into coming out here with him and being forced to surrender to him. He had this beautiful woman totally in his power, and he intended making full use of her. like every man who had met Susan, Tom had wanted her the first moment he had seen her. She was a few years older than he, but Tom was never one to let age stand in his way. From sixteen to sixty-five, if they looked good, and if he was able to seduce them, he went ahead and did so. Once, when he was only nineteen, himself, he had seduced a sixty-four-year-old woman, whose body had been in unbelievably good shape, and it had been the best screwing for both of them, at that time.

Susan was aware of a new, different feeling invading her body. She was approaching orgasm, the first one she would ever know-the first of many, though she was unaware of the quantity she was going to experience in the near future. It was incredible to feel her climax building merely from the pressure of the man's fingers. It was a feeling totally unlike anything she had ever previously known. She was already feeling a certain tension at the base of her spine, and tiny spasms of sizzling electrical pleasure were beginning to convulse through her. Her wildly uninhibited churning continued to increase with every passing second as her avaricious vagina tried sucking in the man's continually plunging fingers. The two fingers combined seemed slightly thicker than her husband's cock, as she remembered it, and the pressure resulting therefrom was that much greater.

She moved in desperation grinding her hard, trembling clitoris against the thumb that pressed it like a doorbell, and wave after wave of erotic delight began madly rippling through her steaming cunt. Involuntary moans of animal gasping came from her lips, lips still moist with the orange-red of the bright lipstick covering them. Then, almost unexpectedly, she peaked.

"AAAAHIII YYYYAAAAIIII YYYYYEEEE-AAAAGGGGGG HHHHAAAAAA IIIIYYYYY AAAIIIIIIYYY!"

It was a high-pitched scream, and it filled the entire car, and Susan barely recognized the fact that she was the one doing the screaming. Then she was falling, falling, falling into the vortex of a whirling tornado which seemed to suck her right into its center. Her hips rose and fell relentlessly, battering against the seat of the car without mercy, and her slender white thighs clamped tightly around the man's thrusting hand. Her softly fleshed buttocks lifted once again as her body remained stiff, and they hovered in the air as a gigantic shudder began sweeping through her.

She was unable to stop the strange, animalistic gasps which flowed from her throat, nor was she able to slow down the spasmodic jerking of her pelvis, slamming against the man's thrusting fingers again and again. She had never, but never, experienced anything like this before. All the circumstances surrounding her shameful submission to her stockbroker seemed to converge and turn what ought to have been a mortifying experience into something sublime and totally unique.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she sighed, chanting repeatedly as the strength left her limbs and she sank back to the car seat, finding herself sitting in a puddle of oil that had dripped from her vagina, not caring in the least.

Tom smiled. It was the beginning. Just the beginning. She would revert to type again. He knew her. But each time he forced her, she would once again become filled with savage desire.