Chapter 7
"Oh, please," Tammy moaned, "no more, Mark. I can't take any more. I'm sorry."
"You should have apologized long ago," he held her tightly by her collar, and pressed her against the rough bark of the tree. "You've enjoyed tormenting me, haven't you?"
"No, I promise. It isn't that way."
"Then what is it? Why have you been tormenting me. Surely you knew that I loved you. Yet you played me along toyed with me, so cruelly. And now I am a monster. I want to destroy you. All the good feelings I've had for you are dead. Dead, dead, dead."
"Say it isn't so, Mark."
"But it is."
"Oh, I have loved you. If you only knew how much. It's just that I'm still a child. All this time I've been competing with you."
"What a load of horse shit that is!"
"It's not," the young blonde whimpered.
"Enough talk, bitch," Mark snapped. "Don't think you can cool me down with your sweet tongue. You've tormented me long enough, had me begging for your kindness and affection on my knees like a little puppy dog. I've had enough!"
Mark ripped what was left of the young woman's blouse off her shoulders, and throwing her to the ground, pulled her pants off. After ripping her panties from her hips, the young girl lay naked, and bruised on the forest floor.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to do something to you that I should have done long ago."
Breaking a branch off the tree, Mark pulled the leaves and secondary branches away, fashioning a switch.
"I'm going to give you a nice old fashion switching my young lovely."
"Haven't you tortured me enough? I promised to be nice."
"I don't believe your lies, bitch."
Dragging the young blonde to her feet, Mark pressed her to the tree.
"Hold on to that tree, bitch," he yelled, "and if you let go, I'll give you something to remember me by forever." She heeded the warning, and putting her arms around the tree, held tightly. She could hear the switch swishing through the air as it came at her naked fanny.
A red welt formed immediately across her lovely young ass flesh, and Mark felt excited. Perspiration was dripping from his forehead as he cracked the switch again and again against her naked ass flesh. She cried out in agony, but knew better than to let go of her grip on the tree.
The sound of the willow branch smacking against her flesh excited Mark in a sexual manner. Again and again he brought the switch smashing against her ass, her upper thighs, and across her back.
She was weeping, crying out in agony as the branch tore into her flesh. From the rear her flesh was crisscrossed with red welts, some of them bleeding slightly. She looked like a road map on the S&M expressway.
Mark's cock was pounding in his pants. He had never before known the sexual thrill of inflicting pain, of having a young woman under his control. It was especially satisfying to him because of the mental torture Tammy had leveled against him for so long.
Her body shook as she wept, and suffered from the pain of the willow lashes. She had stopped pleading for mercy. She was taking her punishment in silence.
Mark dropped the branch to the forest floor, and began undressing. Tammy neither spoke, nor turned around. She looked out past the tree, biting her lip against the pain, and wondering how far Mark would go in taking out his outrage against her.
When he was nude, and his penis standing erect with sick desire, he moved up behind her, and ran his hand over the welts which were already turning purple and black.
Tammy winced with pain.
"I'm not sorry that I hit you," Mark whispered into her ear, as her pressed his erection in between her thighs. "But I had to stop you. I don't think you have realized what a witch you have developed into. Maybe you always were one..."
"Oh, Mark," she whimpered, "we could have talked this out. It wasn't necessary for you to flip out like that."
"I don't think that's true," he slipped his hand in front of her, and began caressing her breasts. Despite the pain and humiliation she felt, her body became aroused as he stimulated her breasts. Her nipples were erect with sexual desire.
Taking the injured young blonde into his arms, he turned her about to face him, and kissed the tears on her face. Her eyes were reddened and she had lost the haughty look he had grown accustomed to. Again, she had the look of a forlorn young girl. That was the look he had fallen in love with that was the girl he wanted.
His lips moved gently over her face, ears, and throat.
"I don't know why, but I love you, Tammy," he murmured. "You are poison for me, but I love you."
"I'll try to be better," she whimpered, as Mark lowered her to the dried leaves on the ground.
The leaves crackled as her body pressed down against them. The young woman winced as the brittle leaves pressed into the fresh wounds across her back, ass, and legs.
She whimpered with pain, but the discomfort soon turned to pleasure as Mark moved in between her thighs, and pressed his erect penis against her moistened crack.
"Oh, Mark," she whispered, "I want to make love with you. I want to show you that I care. That I am yours, and yours alone."
"Well, it's about time," he said, as his mouth pressed passionately to hers. Their tongues moved sensuously in each other's mouths. His lips moved to her breast, and he took her swollen nipple in his mouth, sucking it, and running his tongue over the sensitive flesh.
Tammy was breathing heavily, "feeling desire spread through her. His mouth moved down her body to the magic triangle between her thighs. She spread her legs, to accept his tongue. And his tongue moved slowly into the slash. He could taste the hot, moist vaginal secretions, and he swallowed her juices freely as his tongue explored the depths of her sexuality.
Placing his hands beneath her ass globes, he raised her vagina to his mouth and took the young girl's clitoris in his mouth. Sucking the sensitive flesh, Tammy began to writhe in the moistened earth, oblivious to the stinging pain of the mud and cracked leaves rubbing into her wounds.
As she began to orgasm, digging her toes deeply into the soft soil, Mark lifted his mouth from her wet sex and moved in ever so close between her young, firm thighs. His erect penis pulsated with desire, and as he introduced the head of his member into the hotly lubricated orifice, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him inside of her.
They both moaned with fervent desire as the thick penis searched for the bottom of the passion pit. Slowly, the young man worked his tool in the creamy pit of desire.
They both moaned with increasing sexual passion as they pumped, and rotated their hips in unison.
"It feels so good, Mark," she whimpered. "I'm so sorry for being such a bitch. I really do care for you. I love you."
"I love you, too," Mark sighed, feeling his orgasm draw near. "But things have got to change between us. I can't take any more of your shit. It's starting to get to me. It's really too much."
"Oh, God," she sighed, "I'm going to come again."
"Let's do it this way," he said, as he pulled his cock from her gash, and rolled the young woman over on her belly. Her back was covered with broken leaves, and moistened soil.
The aroma of earth was erotic to him. Spreading her thighs, and lifting the young woman up off her belly, he pressed the head of his penis against her tight anal opening. She whimpered with pain mixed with pleasure as the large penis began to slide gracefully inside the orifice.
With her face pressed into the dank soil, she wriggled her. ass for him, and used her anal muscles to grip his throbbing fuck stick. "Oh, Mark," she sighed, "it's never felt so good. I'm beside myself. Oh, yes I am."
Opening herself wide for him, Mark sank into the depths of her rectum, and began pumping wildly. She groaned with passion as the thick fuck stick banged in and out of her ass.
Mark could feel his jism boiling in his sacs, ready to spill into the depths of her behind.
Moving his hands beneath her, gripping her breasts, he squeezed her as his big cock sank into the depths up to the hilt.
"Oh, I'm coming again," she moaned. "You turn me on so very much, you sexy demon."
And then they were both coming. Mark's penis pushed slowly in and out of her as he shot hot jism. Her groin was red hot with passion, her clitoris throbbed with release, and they both drifted into a warm, sensuous cloud of desire.
With his cock still buried deeply into her behind, they drifted off into a post sexual sleep. It was early in the evening when they awoke.
"Gee, it's getting late," she whispered, pulling away from the impaling cock.
"But it was worth it," he said. "I think we worked a lot of shit out."
"Is that a pun?" she smiled.
"No, you silly goose."
"Oh, Mark," she sat in the soil, and kissed him passionately on the mouth. "I love you so much. I'm sorry about all these things that happened to us. I don't know where we went wrong."
"I do."
"How's that?"
"You've become spoiled," he said. "You let all the money, and power go to your head. Success was spoiling you."
"I guess you're right," she confessed. "But I wish you would understand how it's been with me. When you meet my father, and see the surroundings in which I was raised, I think you will appreciate what I've had to go through in life."
"What is that? Being a man," she began, "I don't know if you can truly appreciate what I've been through. It all started when I was ten. My mother was dead, and my father was doing a lot of drinking. I was just a little girl. I wanted to be a little girl. I wanted to grow up like other girls. I slept with my dolls, and they were my comfort against the sorrow of my mother's passing.
"And then he started."
"What do you mean?" Mark asked.
"My father started coming to my room at night. I cringed when I heard his footsteps coming down the hall. I knew what he wanted. One just senses those things. I would pretend that I was sleeping, but that didn't help."
He would come into my room, and sit on the edge of my bed. I could smell the whisky on his breath. And I trembled as he put his hands on me. He would move the bed clothes off me, even as I was sleeping, and press his hands under my nightie. I shuddered as he touched my titties, and moved his hands over my young pussy.
"I was so afraid," she went on, "and when I would cry and beg him to leave me alone, he would say that I should be more understanding. He would say that he really loved me, and that is was natural that we should be close. He said it was a link betweeen my mother and him. Oh, Mark, it hurt so much when he forced me to submit. I was just a little girl, and he pushed his big fat cock in my little pussy, and I wanted to die. I couldn't look anyone in the eye. I imagined that everyone could tell. I was terrified."
"It's all over now," Mark said. "Try not to think about it. There's no reason for us to go up to Buffalo. What do you need to see him again for just to show him your new car, and all the success you've had?"
"No, that isn't it. I want some of my things, and some of my mother's things. This will be the last time I'll ever go back. I just have to face it all."
"Well, if you really think it's necessary," Mark said. "Yea, it is."
"Okay, let's get dressed."
"You haven't left me any clothes," she smiled. "Look at my things. They're torn to shreds."
"Well, it was worth it, wasn't it."
"Was it?"
"Yea, well we worked out a lot of shit between us. So, we're a little muddy and our clothes are torn up. We'll survive. It's no big deal."
"I don't know," she said, "our lives are so strange, Mark. I wonder what it would be like to be normal."
"What does that mean?"
"I don't know," she smiled, pulling on the torn clothes, and grimacing as the clothing moved over her wounds. "Let's get out of here."
"You really aren't angry at me."
"No, I promise."
After they were dressed, they walked together to the Rolls.
"I'm driving," he announced. "But..."
"I said I'm driving," Mark said, with an air of authority. "I don't want to go through that shit again."
"Okay, I submit."
"I'm glad you realize that things have changed somewhat."
Mark turned the Rolls around, and they drove back onto the highway. Speeding up the road, they listened to the radio and relaxed. They didn't speak for several hundred miles. They both had plenty to think about.
"How about sucking me off while I drive?"
"I'm not in the mood," Tammy slipped back into her old attitude.
Mark reached across the front seat, and grabbed the young blonde by the hair. "I thought we've established how it's going to be," he screamed. "I don't want any more shit from you."
"Need I remind you about . our little contract, dear?"
"I don't care about your damn contract," he snapped.
"Don't think I won't use it."
"You could run it on the front page of the New York Times for all I care," he announced. "I told you I was sick of your shit and your threats. I thought that little beating in the woods took care of your attitude problem. I guess I was wrong."
"Don't do this to me," she whimpered. "I can't stand it."
"I could care less what you think," he said. "Now suck my cock, or get out of the fucking car!"
"It's my car," she announced.
With an open hand, he slapped her fiercely across the face.
"Okay, okay," she whimpered. "Don't hit me anymore. I surrender."
"We'll see about that," he said. "And every time you pull this shit on me I'm going to slap the shit out of you. You're going to learn who is the master, and who is the slave in this relationship."
Then, grabbing her by the hair, he pulled Tammy's mouth to his crotch. "Now suck!"
With tears running down her face, she unzipped Mark's trousers, and lifted his swollen cock out of his pants. With a firm grip on his stick, she pressed her lips to the tip of his meat, and with tears of outrage pouring out of her eyes, she took his penis in her mouth and began moving her mouth up and down on this stick.
"That's it, girl," he smiled, "I'll make a woman out of you yet. Just suck that cock."
She cringed with hurt pride as her mouth moved up and down his stick. Tears blinded her, and her heart was filled with great sorrow. Taking his cock all the way into her mouth, she sucked rapidly, wanting it to be finished. Mark's attitude was entirely new to her. She wasn't used to being treated like this.
The car nearly veered off the road as Mark shot his load of spunk into the girl's mouth. Up and down she moved her mouth on his swollen member, drinking all of his hot juice.
"That was nice, honey," he smiled. "Did you enjoy that?"
"No!"
"But why? I thought we were friends again."
"You are toying with me, using me. You are still angry at me, and punishing me for something."
"Who me?"
"Yea, you. I think it's obvious that you haven't forgiven me."
"I don't think you've really changed," he said. "That's what the problem is."
"But I have changed. I don't know why you don't believe me."
"It's going to take a lot of action to prove that you are going to be different," he said. "Not just words."
Mark pulled up his zipper as the car sped along. Tammy sat back in her seat and pouted.
He could care less. As far as he was concerned at that moment, he was finished with the girl. He was thinking about Pinky, and how nice she was to him.
After several more hours of silence, Tammy turned to Mark and spoke.
"Don't you like me anymore?'
"Not really."
"But why?"
"Because you are a selfish little bitch," he said, calmly. "It's taken me a long time to get over you, to understand the nature of what our relationship has become. I just don't want anymore grief. And that's all you have to give me."
"I admit I've been a little brat," she whimpered. "But I can change."
"People don't change," he said. "You are what you are, and I am what I am."
"And what, exactly am I?" she asked with teary eyes.
"You are no good," he said, calmly. "And I'm not really blaming you. I think you were no good when I met you. Maybe it was the way you were raised all the shit you went through. But I doubt it. I think we can overcome what we've been subjected to. I think it's simply your basic nature."
"What is that nature," she was trying to be proud but she sensed that what she and Mark had shared for the two years of their relationship was dead.
"You are the most selfish human being I have ever met," he said. "Everything has had to be on your terms. Everything I was like a lackey for you a toy. I can't play that way anymore. Women have taken advantage of my sensitivity for far too long. Well, the shit stops now. I am taking control of my life. And even if I have to remain alone forever, that will just be the way it has to be."
"It isn't like that," she tried to defend herself. "I'm just a girl. . . "
"That's no excuse," he snapped. "We are who we are, and we never change."
"How can that be true?"
"It just is."
"No, I am a good person."
"I'm glad you think so," he smiled. "But as far as I'm concerned we are who we are when we are say ten years old. Nothing changes after that. Oh, we have different experiences, we see different things and people, but we remain essentially the same. That's just the way life is. I haven't changed since I was ten. Have you, really?"
"I think it's a stupid thing to say," she sighed. "If it's true, then why should we go on living past the age of ten?"
"Some of us were good people when we were ten," Mark said. "We have a reason to go on, to fulfill the potential of our original selves."
"And what about me?"
"You will continue trying to find easier ways to live with yourself," he said. "But you never will be able to. You will go on. You will find men and women who will play your game for awhile. You will make slaves or servants out of them. But that's how it will be. You will never really give of yourself to another. You will never really want to open your heart and soul. I can see you so clearly now. The love is dead. Maybe there never really was any."
"That's a lie, I did love you. I love you still."
"Maybe you think that's the truth," he said. "But it's not. There is nothing but lies in your heart. Maybe I'm being idealistic to think that two people can care for each other the way I imagine they can. Maybe such thoughts belong only in my novel. In real life it seems that we are all so selfish, so locked into our own ways."
"And do you think you are different?"
"Well, I think that after I get you out of my life things will be different. I will be able to live more honestly."
"Won't you be lonely with out me?"
"I admit I've grown used to you," he said. "But I will find someone else. Love is as perennial as the grass. And even if I don't, I will learn to nurture myself. I will be a world complete unto myself."
"No man is an island..."
"A nice cliche for you to speak about, since you are such a cliche of a person."
"Don't leave me alone," she began weeping again.
"You'll never be alone, my dear," he laughed. "There will always be men chasing after you, and you'll be able to wrap them around your little finger. You won't be lonely."-
"But you always understood me."
"Too much so, my dear. And now I feel the inner strength to throw you out of my life. I can live without you. No more dependence on you."
"But where will I go? I don't want to live alone."
"You can stay at my place for awhile," he said. "I don't want to be a prick about it. I just don't want any closeness from you."
"What about sex."
"What about it?"
"Will you still make love with me?"
"No."
"Please. I'm addicted to you. I don't think there's another man who can get me off the way you do."
"Well, I'll think about it." Suddenly, the young girl broke into heavy sobs. With her eyes turned to the young man as he drove, she cried dramatically.
"A great performance," he laughed. "You really deserve an academy award."
"Gee, thanks," she spit at him. "You are rotten, just like my father."
His fist traveled across the front seat with lightning speed, catching her on the chin, and bouncing her head off the window.
She looked at him with terror in her eyes.
"That's right, bitch," he snapped. "Maybe now you'll believe me that it's air over. There's nothing left between us. I was your toy your human dildo. And it's finished."
"It's just because your book is almost finished that you're saying this," she whined. "Now that you don't need me anymore, you're going to toss me out."
"Think whatever you would like," he smiled.
"You're throwing the baby out with the bath water," she said. "You'll regret it."
"Maybe," he smiled, "but you'll be the last one to find out about it."
"Well, I'm going to go to the police with the contract," she said, shaking. "I'll prosecute you for abusing me, sexually. You'll go to prison."
"Fine," he said. "That will be just fine. I think I can find enough character witnesses to substantiate what kind of person you are, and what kind of person I am. I don't think I face any danger."
"Well, we'll see about that," she stared out the window.
"Since I have to share this car ride with you, bitch," he yelled, "I think I should let you entertain me."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that I think I would like another blow-job."
"Well, you can suck on your own cock," she said. "I'm sick of you and your sexual needs."
"Do you want your fucking head shoved through the window, bitch? Would you like to have me do that to you?"
"What's gotten into you?" she said. "I thought after that scene in the forest that we had reached an understanding."
"I thought we had, too," he said. "But then I got to thinking: so what if I got all the anger out of my system, and we tried a new approach. It's still the same old script. You're just the same bitch. And you will slip back into your old ways. I know that."
"Okay, whatever you say, Mark," she smiled, hate dancing in her eyes. "If it will make you happy to be angry at me, just go ahead."
"Yea, it makes me happy," he smiled. "It's even purifying. It's like puking all the shit out of my system. like a mental enema. Things aren't going to be the same anymore. So just forget about it. I don't want you in my life anymore. Now, do as I say, and suck my cock. And as long as you're around me, if you at all care about your physical health, you will do as I say."
"Yea, yea, yea."
Again, he smacked her across the face. "I don't like the way you talk to me, woman. Now, suck my cock!"
With his hand holding her muddied golden locks, he pressed her mouth to his cock.' "That's it, you little whore. Now suck!"