Chapter 8

The next few weeks turned into a life of sheer ups and downs for Sheila. She felt she knew what it was truly like to be a schizophrenic. She was the happy housewife when Scott came home; she was his charming and attractive wife who smiled and made polite conversation whenever they were out in public; she was his pet, ready, available, willing to his command.

Scott worked and planned and found his wife all that he could ask. An ambitious man, his mind was almost always on his work and he talked about it incessantly, for he wanted to get ahead. In fact, his work was his only frustration in life. His ambition drove him and he was sometimes frustrated because he couldn't get ahead fast enough. There were nights when he would pace the floor, slamming his fist into the palm of his hand. "There has to be a way to get to the rich people in this area. I know it. I can feel it. There's got to be a way. I've just got to find a way."

"You will."

"But why can't I do it? Sometimes I think it's right in front of me. Sometimes I think the way is so obvious I can't see it. Like you can't see the forest for the trees or like one of those murder mysteries where the clue is right under your nose all the time. Honey, I'm so close to succeeding I can taste it."

Sheila would listen and agree and they made plans for their future life-the home they would buy, the kind of life they would lead-and she listened and agreed and loved her husband.

Then there were the days, the time she spent alone, away from Scott. Those were days spent walking around electric with terror or rigid with cold bony fear whenever the phone rang or there came a knock on the door. She tried not being at home during the day ... she had luncheon dates with friends or visited neighbors or went to the library or for long drives when she would be alone and brood. Always, sooner or later, the phone would ring and she would stand looking at it, watching it jangle again and again. Once it rang twenty-two consecutive times. Finally, one day, as she was about to go out the door, the phone rang and wearied, angry, she went to the phone and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Well, finally got you."

Her eyes narrowed. "Marsha, leave me alone. Do you hear me? Leave me alone."

Marsha ticked her tongue against her teeth. "That's no way to talk to an old friend."

"Leave me alone. I did what you wanted. We're even. Leave me alone. I'm hanging up."

"Okay, Have it your way. Guess I won't get the chance to tell you why I called. We're coming down."

"You ... what?"

Marsha's voice was cool and husky. "We're coming down for a long weekend. Maybe we'll all stop in and see you."

"Wait."

"'Bye."

"Marsha, wait...." She licked her lips and then said the word. " ... please."

"Ah, that's better. Much better. We're all coming down for a long lazy weekend. I'm sure you don't want us dropping in on ... what was the name? Scott, wasn't it?"

"Yes. I mean, no, I don't want you dropping in."

"Good. Then see us Thursday at the Pine Inn and we won't bother you for the rest of the weekend."

"That's a kind of blackmail."

"Call it what you want, but be practical."

"I won't do it."

"Sheila, don't play bitchy games with me. You know that Mike's capable of destroying you just for the hell of it and you know I'm not above seeing you squirm." There was a low throaty chuckle in Sheila's ear over the phone. Marsha's voice was low and husky as it purred in her ear. "In fact, I kind of like it."

Sheila couldn't say a word. Marsha's voice in her ear set off all kinds of suppressed desires and she wanted to pull up her dress and put the receiver right by her cunt so that Marsha's voice would be there.

"Hello? Hello? Sheila, are you there? Sheila? If you're listening, we'll be down to see you Thursday. All of us will be at the Pine Inn."

There was a click and Sheila stood trembling, her eyes closed. Slowly she opened them and began to frown, goose bumps creeping up her delicate spine. Marsha had said, "All."

On Thursday, she was to see who "all" was. They called her and she was afraid not to answer. Marsha called and she drove to the Pine Inn, parking her car blocks away, in a residential neighborhood, and walked to the Pine Inn and went in the back way and used the back stairs that weren't known to the tourists but only to Carmelites who rarely used them.

In their room, she met Fred.

Fred was a newfound friend. He was young and tall and muscular. In fact, he was built like a lifeguard or weightlifter. "Fred," Mike said with an airy wave of the hand, "is going to star in my new film."

"Wait until you hear about it," Marsha added.

Sheila looked at Fred, who grinned at her in a knowing way and said, "Hi."

Mike was moving around the room, holding his hands up like he was looking through a camera frame. "Hold it. Just stand next to Fred for a minute, will you?"

"I'm not going to be in any film!" Sheila snapped.

Marsha twitched her hips. "You will when you hear what we have in store for you."

"No!"

Mike looked at her a moment before saying, "Yes!"

"No!"

Mike threw up his hands. "Okay, Fred, Marsha, let's get things rolling. Let's go."

Sheila's eyes widened as Fred and Marsha began to coldly strip. "I'm leaving."

"Fine, fine," Mike said with a mask of geniality. "We'll all meet later at your house."

Sheila stood in the room, defeat on her face. She knew she had to stay. She had to be there, but she didn't have to act like she enjoyed it.

However, Sheila's eyes grew big and she audibly gasped when Fred stripped naked and revealed a huge penis. She had never seen anything so huge! It was still soft and growing sluggishly bigger as Marsha, naked, wanton, toyed with it. They all laughed at Sheila's reaction. Slowly she put her hand to her mouth and backed away. It was the biggest penis she had ever seen and swelling every moment she looked at it.

It was becoming obscenely alive, bulging with veins and with the foreskin rolling back to reveal a mammoth mushroom head. A shiver racked Sheila's body, such a leviathan cock would hurt her, split her, kill her. Such a cock would ram all the way to her belly. Slowly she backed to the door.

"Go on, Fred, we told you what she likes." It was Mike's voice, low and insinuating.

With a guttural chuckle, Fred walked toward her, his muscles rippling, his smile tight and crooked, his gigantic cock held in one hand.

Sheila tried to back toward the door, but was not fast enough. Fred caught her, one huge hammy hand tangling in her thick black hair. "D ... don't!" Sheila gave out a little cry of pain as he twisted her head, pulled her hair and roughly forced her to the floor. She thumped to her knees in front of him, her head held rigidly in place. She opened her eyes to see his blunt, massive prick wavering in front of her face. He was brutal about it and rubbed the thickly hot head all over her face and sensuous full lips. She found with her hands, trying to push it away.

Marsha naked, her breasts jiggling, rushed to her side. Mike joined her. They seized her wrists and pulled her hands down and behind her. Her arms were held in a brutal grip. Mike's powerful hands held them in place, "That's it," he said in a breathy voice. "That's it. Get something, we'll tie her."

Marsha stripped the belt off a robe and they bound her hands behind her while Fred, chuckling, held her head painfully in place.

Once she was secured, Marsha and Mike stepped back to get a better view, Mike again framing his hands as if he were looking through a viewfinder. They watched as Fred went about brutally dominating Sheila as she knelt in front of him and struggled with her tied hands. She tried turning her head, her lips sealed tight, but a stinging slap that made her see stars and caused her ears to ring made her gasp. Fred grinned down at her, taking his long thick cock in his hand again, still holding her by the hair. "Maybe now the little lady is ready."

"Wait!" Marsha scurried forward, kneeling by Sheila's side. "I want to add a little something."

Quickly she unbuttoned the front of Sheila's blouse down to her waist. Deftly reaching behind, she popped the clasp on her bra and her big breasts gave a little leap of quivering freedom. She pulled the bra forward and down, revealing Sheila's naked breasts in all their voluptuous beauty. Fred, looking down, nodded. "Not bad at all."

But Marsha wasn't through. She reached down and pulled up Sheila's skirt over her fanning hips and up to her slender, girlish waist. She tucked the skirt in so it would stay up, then, with that depraved grin, she slowly skinned down her panties, revealing her ample, fully rounded buttocks. Marsha took a second to caress them, then, coming closer, she caressed Sheila's breasts and bulleted nipples and whispered, "I've got a little present for you later on. We're going to do a little show for the boys."

A low moan wormed its way free from Sheila's lips and she opened her mouth wide to take in the brutally mammoth head. She found she had to open her mouth as wide as she could as she felt the hot, hard, rubbery hugeness of the cock filling her mouth. Her jaws were spread painfully wide as she felt the throbbing head slip easily into her saliva-smooth mouth and knew she couldn't even begin to take all or even half the long prick into her mouth. Her thick voluptuous lips that made her look like a sultry gypsy girl were stretched tightly around the shaft of the cock, imprisoning the blood-gorged head. While Mike and Marsha watched, Fred, standing naked and powerful near the middle of the room holding a trussed and obscenely naked Sheila by the hair, brutally, cold-bloodedly began fucking Sheila in the mouth.

They did everything they could think of to her that afternoon. All day, with periods of rest and watching, the three of them did everything sexual they could think of to Sheila. Beyond a certain point, there was no reason to tie Sheila except for her own masochistic pleasure: she was more than willing. They satisfied every little whim they could think of on her body. They asked her to crawl across the floor on her hands and knees and lick their naked feet and toes and she did it. She was fucked to within an inch of her life by Fred's great cock which slammed in and out of her like a prehistoric battering ram.

She was humiliated and debased in every way possible ... and she loved it! She gloated over her debasement and found herself driven to one wild orgasm after another by perverted acts with Marsha. She watched in a kind of masochistic trance as Marsha strapped on a complicated leather harness. Even the men were fascinated as they watched Marsha adjust the bulging leather dildo, shaped so exactly like an erect penis. Marsha looked surrealistic as she moved around, a lovely wanton woman with a strange penis strapped in place.

It was an obscene show the two girls put on, with Mike talking and making plans. "We just got to make a picture."