Chapter 7
Ella thought of crying out, but she was very much aware of the fact that, her daughter was sleeping in the next room right on the other side of the wall. She didn't want to get the girl involved in her sex life. She always worried about her daughter, having to grow up in the tawdry world she occupied.
So, she remained silent as she was bound to the bed. The man peeled off his pants and shorts and jerked on his dick a few times. It was stiff and drooling, right at the woman's lips. He rubbed the cock head from side to side, letting the wetness slide onto the lips.
"Open up," he demanded as he pushed forward with the stiff prong.
Parting her lips, she permitted the dick to enter her mouth. She could feel the drooling wetness that slid along her lower lip and onto her tongue. She could feel the pressure as the mushroom head of the cock pressed her tongue down in her mouth.
And then the man pulled back. Ella didn't understand it. He wanted to force her. She was cooperating too much to suit him. He wanted to make this less pleasant for her as long as she was tied to the bed.
So, he moved down her body and tossed her legs up in the air. He pressed the broad head of his cock right up against the anal opening. The woman tensed up when she felt that.
Her eyes were wide and she looked at the man. "Wh-what are you.. . ? "
"Shut up, bitch!" he snarled as he slapped her face sharply.
Then the head of his cock pushed forward into the tight confines of her anal opening. She felt her sphincter being spread open by the invading cock and she gasped.
He spit on his palm and then he rubbed more of the wetness around the length of his cock and a little more right at the opening of her bottom hole. He pushed forward.
She could feel the cock entering her, pushing into her, spreading her apart.
Her ass cheeks were pushed wide apart and she felt the pressure in her body. Then the cock shoved once again, and she thought she was going to be pushed inside out.
She struggled, but she was in no position to really struggle. Her arms were tied above her head, her legs were waving up in the air, and her ass hole was getting impaled by the cock.
She had the full length of the prong all the way inside her body. She could feel the broad head of it pressing against her insides and she could feel the scratchy hair of the man's pubic patch grinding hard against the cheeks of her soft and rounded ass.
He grabbed a handful of one of her ass cheeks and he squeezed it hard. Then he slapped it.
Finally, he started to pull his dick back out of her ass and then to push it in. At first he was barely moving his dick an inch in and out of her. He was pulling her anal ring in and out along with the movements of his cock. But, as he continued to do that there was more and more lubrication along the anal tunnel and he was able to actually slide his cock.
Once he started to slide the meat in and out of her hot hole, he could feel the change in the woman's responses. He knew that he was sending a series of jolts up her nerve endings and that the message was going all over her body and then rushing back to her pussy slit.
She couldn't believe the moisture that was in her cunt in response to the abusive treatment that her ass hole was receiving. The cock kept on sliding in and out of the bottom hole and it was massaging the tender and sensitive flesh that surrounded the opening.
The moist friction was driving the girl absolutely insane with passion.
And then the man slammed into her ass hole and he started to shoot load after load of steaming cum into her body. She could feel the raw flesh being coated with the flaming liquid.
He pulled out with a sudden jolt and she flopped down on the bed.
Guido rolled onto his side and pulled the blanket up over him, leaving Ella's body exposed and bound as it had been. "Guido?" she whispered softly. "Untie me, . . Please."
"I'm goin' to sleep. Don't bother me." That was his final word on the subject.
Her first night in her new home, the sleazy Times Square hotel, Ella was left tied to the brass four-poster bed. She wept softly. How did she get into situations like this? Guido, to her, was sexy, and she was willing to do a lot for a handsome man.
Ella didn't think she was as beautiful as she had once been. She had been slimmer when she was a teenager and, to her, teenaged beauty was the best of all. However, she wasn't a teenager and she would never be one again. This gave her very mixed feelings toward her own daughter, Minnie, who was becoming a very beautiful girl although she was kept as plain as possible.
Since her mother always had young boyfriends around, Minnie knew that the older woman was jealous of her and always wanted to keep her down and keep her ugly. Minnie didn't really care. She was frightened of the kind of people who were around her mother. She was frightened of the life that her mother led. Rather than adapting to that life, the girl had built up her own protective wall, a wall that was getting thicker all the time.
Minnie remained as distant as possible from the woman who was her mother. People often thought that the girl was just spaced out or had become somehow distant due to drugs. That wasn't the case at all. Minnie was just protecting herself with her unfriendly attitude.
And Ella was always pulled in two directions at once. She loved her daughter. Minnie was the only good thing she had in her life. But, at the same time, she was jealous and hostile toward the young woman that her daughter was becoming. At the same time she felt that she had certain needs. Guido was one of those needs. But, she did worry about her daughter's well-being.
For good reason also. Guido was not a nice man and he was not a dependable man.
From the day that the three of them moved into the two room apartment there was trouble. "Guido, please put on your pants. I don't want Minnie to have to see you in your shorts."
"What's the matter?" he cried out, drunkenly. "She never seen one of these before?"
Saying that, he pulled down his shorts and waved his partially erect penis at the girl. Minnie turned away and flushed, but she knew that she had gotten quite a good view of it.
Ella and Guido disappeared into the other room and started to quarrel. Minnie wanted to just leave the apartment as fast as she could. But then, her mother came tumbling out of the other room and there was a dark bruise on one side of her arm. She was holding herself there.
"What's the matter, Ma?" the girl asked, standing there, tensely.
"I slipped. . . and fell. Get out of here. Get out, Minnie. I'm okay."
The girl knew that her mother didn't just slip and fall, but when her mother ordered her out of the room she left. She was tense each time she had to leave the hotel. The world was a threatening place to the teenaged girl. Since her world was made up of Times Square with its pimps and its low-life and hookers and junkies there was good reason for it to be threatening.
Minnie found herself wishing she could just retreat into her private world, that she could just build the wall around her as thick and as high as it would ever go so that she didn't have to deal with anything she didn't want to see or hear.
Her mother and the terrible man were making more and more noise in the other room.
At the beginning it was just the sound of movement, the sound of moving springs, and the grunting and heavy breathing that the girl would hear through the wall. When she heard those noises she always felt a hot rush deep inside her body. She was turned on by the thought that Guido, the man who liked to display his body and even his cock for her, was fucking her mother.
There would be a hot feeling deep in her body and then she would reach down between her legs and rub the moist flesh that was there. She could feel the quivering of the flesh.
Her fingers would excite the delicate spots where she was so turned on. Then she would stuff one finger between her cunt lips and rub back and forth against the clitoris. There would be a hot explosion and she would shut her eyes with exhaustion.
That would always lead very directly to sleep. She would have to blot out the scene, to try to forget that she had been erotically stimulated by the sounds of her mother being fucked. She had to make her mind a blank so that she wouldn't have to think about the fact that she was turned on by the man who was her mother's lover, that she longed to touch that man.
She was a typical girl in many ways. She was developing and going through sexual changes.
Things had become rough for the girl. She couldn't make it down a block in the neighborhood without someone propositioning her. She didn't have the nerve to give nasty replies. She would just start walking faster, start to run if that was necessary. Once, two men had run after her, laughing all the way. They kept following her until the girl started to weep.
They stopped, thinking the girl was truly mad with her hysterical weeping.
Minnie felt that her world was closing in on her. The noises from her mother's bedroom were getting worse every night. There were slaps and groans and grunts.
And then, one night, things got too bad. Ella had gone into the bathroom and changed into her satin slip. Guido was in his striped boxer shorts and his athletic shirt.
She started to kiss his neck and he cuffed her with the back of his hand.
"Hey, what's that for?" she called out as she fell backwards on the bed. "Ain't I good to you."
"You? You're nothin' but an old hag," Guido hissed, his mood foul.
It turned out to be just the night that Ella didn't feel she could deal with anything else either. Ella didn't want to have to put up with that sort of shit and she let it be known.
"Oh, yeah? If I'm such an old hag how come you live here with me?"
"You're payin' the rent, ain't you?" he smirked at her as he leaned back on the bed.
"You fuckin' little pig of a. . . " She slapped his face as she spoke.
But he jumped up from his reclining position and he smashed his fist in her face. Her head hit one of the brass bars of the bed.
She screamed out and wrapped her fingers around his throat. Then he pulled her off the brass bed and onto the floor of the room.
"Help me! Help me! Help!" the woman finally screamed as loud as she could.
But, even as she was screaming it, the man was slamming the back of her head against the floor.
The door opened and Minnie entered the room behind Guido. She was wearing the same sort of nightgown, plain white, that she had worn since she was a very young girl.
When she saw the man hurting her mother that way her impulse was immediate.
"You stop that!" she commanded as she landed on his back and grabbed him around the neck. Her fingers clawed at his face. Her nails searched for his eyes. All she knew was that she had to stop him.
But, Ella was already knocked unconscious because of the way Guido had been hitting her head on the floor. It was a simple matter for the powerfully built, partially clad man to turn toward Minnie. He grabbed that girl and tossed her onto the bed. "Now I'll have some young meat."
"No!" Minnie screamed as she tried to pull away and climb off the bed on the other side.
But, the man was too fast for her. He grabbed her by the arms and pulled her arms up over her head. He pulled her white nightgown up her body and revealed it in all its naked glory. Then he actually used the nightgown to tie her hands to the bars of the brass bed.
The girl had never before been naked with a man. No male had ever seen her delicately formed tits and her virgin slit. Now, she was completely exposed and, because of the bondage, was completely at the mercy of the man who was rubbing roughly on top of her.
She could feel his hairy chest brushing against her breasts, scratching against her nipples. She could feel the outline of the hard prick through the thin fabric of his cotton shorts as it rubbed against the flesh of her belly. She could even feel the spot of wetness on the front of his underpants, the spot that rubbed against her flesh so sensually.
Then, the man pulled his undershorts down and his cock flopped out to freedom, slapping against her belly.
He was wasting no time with this virgin, giving this virgin no time for herself.
She wasn't wet yet. Hardly three minutes had passed from the time she had been woken up by her mother's cries for help till now, bound on the bed with a naked male's body rubbing against her naked body for the first time in her life. The man slid his dick back and positioned it at her cunt lips.
Then he reached down one hand and pulled her pussy slit apart, as his other arm held the girl in place and made sure that she didn't move around and make it impossible for him to enter her.
He pushed forward with the head of his cock and he could feel the cunt lips spreading apart in advance of his invasion. He could feel the tightly clinging interior lips, the lips that were further inside her body, giving way and, as soon as he had gone that far, he was aware of the delicate wall of flesh that guarded the passage to her virginity.
The virgin sheath had remained unbroken. It was pulled taut across the tunnel of sex. When he thrust forward into her body, he knew that he had ripped her hymen.
She was no longer a virgin!
She felt the rush of heat that pushed into her body and spread into her pussy walls.
She was dizzy for a moment and then she was intensely aware of everything.
Her body felt as if it were being ripped apart and pulled together at the same time.
The thick flared head of the cock was pushing the virgin blood up the length of the fuck-tunnel and it was working the hot blood into the walls of her pussy.
Meanwhile, the cunt walls were growing thick with juice that oozed out of her body. That pearly cunt cream was mingling with her own virgin blood. She didn't realize that it was the blood that was causing the burning sensation against the walls of her twat.
This flesh, deep inside her body, had never been touched by anything before. It had always been safely guarded in the folds of her body. But now it was responding to the movement of the cock head against the depths of her cunt. It was painful at first, but soon there was wave after wave of pleasure. Perhaps the pleasure was nature's way of making sex something that was done in the first place. If it weren't for the amount of pleasure, why would people do it?
But, the pain was pretty awful for the young girl. She was just too frightened. Because she was frightened, because her bondage frightened her even more, she couldn't relax. Her pussy walls grew thick with liquid, but they were always tight. The flesh was being scraped raw because the man didn't give a damn about the girl. He didn't care that she was tight inside and was hurting.
"I'm fuckin' your virgin pussy, little girl. Yes I am." He cried out.
And his hips were moving up and down, very hard and very fast, as he kept rubbing the depths of her cunt with his cock head. He pulled back each time far enough so that the flared head of his cock pulled back right up against the clitoris that was already so excited.
Of course, with that additional friction, the girl's clitoris kept expanding even more.
In spite of the agony that she was going through, she realized that she was going to have an orgasm. She had known orgasms before from the times she had fingered herself, but this one was going to be something incredible. Tears ran down her cheeks. There was sweat on her forehead.
And still the dick kept on moving in and out of her. The man's ass cheeks kept on pumping up and down at a steady tempo, but they were moving even faster than they had been moving.
Minnie didn't even realize that her eyes had been closed until she opened them, looked over the man's shoulder and saw a sight that, literally, made her heart stop beating.
Her mother was standing over the bed with a gun in her hand.
The young girl who was getting fucked opened her mouth as if she was screaming out. Was it for a cry of orgasm or for one or warning? But, no sound came from her lips anyway.
Instead there was a sound that cracked the air. It was the last sound the girl heard. The bullet left the gun and ran right through the man's back and into the girl's arm.
She knew she was wounded. How strange. The heat was the same heat she had felt in her pussy when the cherry had been busted. Of course, it was the feeling of blood.
Another bullet went into the man. The girl was only wounded. He was dead on top of her right at the point when he was about to have an orgasm.
But, the girl never spoke again and never heard another sound. She had finally managed to build her wall as high as she would ever possibly get it, and so thick that no one could get in. She was placed in a very intensive care ward of a mental institution with little hope of recovery.
Guido, the man who did it to her, the man whose own selfish pleasure had been important enough so that the life of a young girl was now sacrificed, was dead. Good.
Ella was acquitted without any trial. No District Attorney would have brought charges against the mother who killed the man who had turned her daughter into a psychotic deaf-mute. But, the woman felt guilty nonetheless. Not that she cared about the charge of murder against Guido, but against her daughter and what had happened to the girl. That last was the reason for her guilt.
Within six months of her daughter's institutionalization, Ella took an overdose of heroin and died in a Times Square hotel room very similar to the one she had shared with Guido and her daughter. She had executed herself for her crime of not being a good mother.
But, what of the bed? Was this to be its ignoble end as well?
The room which Guido and Ella had occupied was now boarded up by the police while the investigation was under way. In the course of that investigation there was one stabbing in the halls and so many regular robberies in the place that finally there were pickets demanding that the place be condemned. No one even bothered to unboard the door of that room at the time that the whole place was torn down.
But, perhaps it was those boards that saved that single room from being vandalized and looted as the rest of the seedy hotel had been during the months, and eventually years, when it was closed.
It remained closed for some time. This was the sixties and everyone was looking toward the South and toward the suburbs. There was no gasoline crisis. People didn't mind traveling to work in a car that was sold at 'no-money-down' and 'twenty-eight months to pay'.
No one was interested in the property. Rents weren't doing well in that area. The bed was left to decay in that room. Mold formed on everything, even on the brass of the bed.
Everything got damp in the winter and got sticky with rot in the summer. The window was closed but a little crack in it let in enough chill for the winters to be icy in the room, while the sun beating through the bare window on this high floor was enough to keep the room sweltering in the summer.
All of the wooden chests were completely ruined in the room. The wallpaper had browned and curled at the edges and come off the badly plastered walls. Actually, although it was filthy, turned green, and battered, the brass bed survived the ordeal incredibly well.
But, then again, it was brass. It was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, but that was hard to see under the filth and grime of the thing. It was already eight years later before demolition work was started on the building. It was eight sweltering summers and eight freezing winters later when the men smashed through the wall to the room that had been boarded up.
No one knew that this bed had been marked with bloodstains of a murder victim. No one knew the bondage scenes that it had seen. The workers didn't even notice what a beautiful thing it was. They piled the pieces onto a cart with everything else and lowered it down into a garbage dumpster.
There was a large metal thing that was next to the sidewalk. It was filled to the brim with wood and junk and bricks and all the refuse that had been brought out of the building. At the top of it, like a comic crown, was the brass four-poster bed.
It certainly seemed like this would be the very end for the one beautiful bed.