Chapter 5
At ten minutes after eight the next night, Wedge parked his car on the eight-hundred block of C Street. He locked it, then, after patting the pocket of his corduroy jacket as if to check something, he jay-walked across the street, and sauntered up the walk at 880, the only house on that side of the street with a porch light burning. He patted his jacket pocket again before ringing the bell.
He had seen Lucy once during the day at school. She had popped into his office for five seconds to tell him that she had had a nice time at his party, and his face, a pleasant mask of amiability, had revealed nothing. When she opened the door-and she opened and closed it again very quickly, but nevertheless opened it enough and long enough to reveal that she wore nothing but a flimsy negligee-she said, "Oh! I wasn't expecting you!" and, leaving the door ajar, donned a bathrobe before unlatching the screen to enquire about his business.
He said, "Lew couldn't make it," and pushed past her into her living room.
"He sent you to tell me that?" she asked, frowning slightly.
"No," Wedge said pursing his lips and opening his eyes quite wide, "I came in his place."
"Oh," she said, letting that sink in. "You think so?" She raised her eyebrows, quizzically, or maybe mock-quizzically.
"Yep," he said.
"Well then," she said, "I'd say you're a deluded man, Horatio Wedge. A seriously deluded man."
"No, I don't think so," he said.
"Well, you're wrong. You have a silly streak, I've always known that," she said. "And I have the feeling that you're being quite silly at the moment. It might be better if you left before anything more is said."
"I don't think that's necessary."
"Why did you come here?"
"I came in Lew's place, I told you."
"Expecting what?" she asked.
"To fuck you, obviously."
"You ass! You goddamn pig! Get out of here!" she yelled, pointing at the door.
"Don't get excited," he said, calmly. "I didn't threaten to rape you or anything. I merely informed you that I was going to fuck you."
"You deluded pig! You pig's-ass! Get the hell out of here!"
"I'm going to fuck you with your complete acquiescence and cooperation," he said. "So calm down."
"What makes you think so?" she asked, her voice rising. "What on earth makes you think I'd ever let you fuck me."
"Love," he said, dryly.
She began to laugh, her laugh rising briefly to semi-hysteria before she said, "You're an amazingly silly man."
"Oh," he said. "I hoped it was going to be love. That was the way I wanted it to be, and I'm seriously disappointed that you don't seem to feel that's possible."
"You're insane," she said, her eyes wide in disbelief.
Deciding that his sarcasm had been lost on her, Wedge shrugged, then reached into his jacket pocket to pull out a white envelope which, when he opened the flap, proved to contain photographs. He handed it to her.
She could see they were photographs from the way he handed her the envelope, but her face was expressionless until she removed them. When she saw the first her eyes widened in horror and her cheeks turned a bright crimson. She frowned, bit her lips and looked quickly through them, her eyes needing but a single unblinking glance at each shot to refresh memory, and then she set them down. She did her best to retain outward composure, but she nevertheless trembled.
When he didn't speak, after a moment she did, "So I fuck," she said. "What do you think that gets you?"
"What do you think?"
"Are you two working as a team, or something?"
"We are this time."
"Well it won't work," she said. "Just because I happened to give some out last night doesn't mean you're getting any."
"Think again."
"Why?"
"Well," Wedge said, "most of us around here, we have some idea how we should behave. We -those of us who have earned tenure, anyway we all knew better than to get caught fucking students. Any intelligent person knows that the governor, and taxpayers, would not approve faculty fucking students. Therefore, it's better not to indulge until your job is secure."
"Are you threatening me? Do you think you could get away with firing me over this?"
"Well, I can't imagine the Women's Caucus going to bat for you, once they see these, once they're made public. And if they don't go to bat, the tenure committee is pretty much left to do as it pleases, wouldn't you say?"
"So let me guess what's on your mind," she said, sarcastically, "so the way your devilishly silly little mind is working is that you think I'm going to give you a lay in order to keep my job. Is that it?"
"Oh, that's not too terribly far off," he said.
"Well, Wedge. I hate to spoil your delusions.
I mean, you've obviously gone to great pains to try to get a lay off me. I mean you're diabolic. So it hurts me to tell you that it won't work. I simply don't care that much about my job here."
Wedge knew she was bluffing. He stood, picked up and pocketed the pictures, and said, "Okay, I just thought you should have fair warning what's in store for you."
"How considerate," she said.
"You should be aware, of course, that after losing your job here, after a scandal, you won't get a job anywhere. No one wants a goddamn slut on their faculty, especially one who mouths a lot of Women's Lib tripe."
"You're the male chauvinist pig incarnate," she said.
"Not at all," he said. "I sincerely like women."
"A woman could do better than be liked by you," she said.
"You'll change your tune when I get my cock in you," he said. "I'll have you begging for more."
"I'm not going to lay for you, Wedge," she said, "and that's all there is to it."
"You are," he said. "You want a career. That's even more obvious about you than my silly streak is about me."
"Maybe."
"And you have a very promising career ahead of you," he said.
"Which you'll ruin for me if I don't let you subject my body to your foul use," she said.
"Nothing foul about it," he said. "You're going to love every minute of it. You're going to beg for more."
He approached her, a steely glint in his eye, and began to unbutton her robe. She raised her hands as if to stop him or to strike him, her body rigidly tense, but she simply held them in front of her, trembling. When he got the last button he pushed her robe back over her shoulders. She allowed him to push her hands down and then to pull her robe down over her elbows.
"You're not going to fuck me," she said, but their eyes locked for one long knowing minute and they both knew that he was going to fuck her.
He pulled her to her feet and, brushing her long auburn hair out of the way, unzipped her negligee from behind, shoving it forward over her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. She stood there in the midst of her fallen garments, shaking slightly as Wedge slowly circled her, scrutinizing her closely.
Her nipples erected against her will, perhaps because of a chill in the room. She observed Wedge's gaze fall on, drift away from, and return to her breasts, which quivered slightly from her body's tension.
"Tell me," she said, suddenly, "how's the big boy going to make me beg for more? Is he going to suck my titties until I go just frantic with desire? Is he going to do that? Is big boy going to slobber all over my titties and expect me to thrill to it? Huh?"
She lifted one of her breasts with her hand and wiggled it at him, flicking her nipple and saying, "Come on. What's holding big boy up? Doesn't he want to slobber all over the nice titty? Isn't that going to drive me wild? Or is he going to do it with his dark, romantic eyes? Maybe big boy thinks his hot eyes are enough to make me frantic with desire."
Wedge had probably never felt more like slugging a woman in his life. But he held back that impulse just as, now, he had to hold back the impulse to bury his face in her perfect breasts. Instead, he gripped her roughly by the elbow and propelled her into the bedroom, those now-untouchable breasts wobbling as she bounced along beside him. He gave her a shove and she flew forward onto the bed, hair flying.
He began to take off his clothes, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, dropping it and his jacket to the floor. Lucy's minor success in unnerving him had calmed her nerves; and if she'd been successful thus far, who knew . . . "Tell me," she cooed, "how's the big, hairy-chested man going to make me beg? What's he going to do to drive me frantic? Is he going to put his great big penis in me? Is that it? Is he going to stick it into my pussy? Is that it? Ohhh, I bet that's it!"
Watching him, she cooed and shrilled as she lay on her back on the bed. She spread her legs wide and began to finger her snatch, seeing from the shape of Wedge's short when he dropped his pants that he didn't have a hard-on and knowing her only chance was to keep it up. "Is he going to stick it right here? Is he going to stick his great big giant he-man cock right here? Does he think that the minute he gets it into me I'm going to go frantic with desire?"
Stepping out of his undershorts, Wedge said, "Turn over."
She complied, turning over at once. But she immediately spread her legs and reached behind herself with both hands, her wrists resting on the jut of her buttocks as she reached into her crotch with all ten fingers to pull her cuntlips apart, crooning in the same chillingly sarcastic voice, "Oh, oh! Big daddy wants to do it doggy-style! Put it right here! Just stuff it in and I'll go frantic with desire . . . Oh!"
Wedge eyed the gaping goodie, its puffy labia parted. She was all pink at the center of her ring of brown fluff. He felt his cock stirring, beginning to, and stifled a chortle as he realized that Lucy was defeating herself, going just a little too far and defeating herself. But this woman had to be taught a thing or two.
He spotted a jar of cold cream on her dresser and with it in hand he knelt behind her on the bed. He eyed pale, puffed lips of her pussy and realized that she was beginning to juice up in spite of herself-probably didn't even know it. Just above the hole she dipped her finger into was the light brown pucker of her anus, a tight ring in her buttock's furrow.
Lucy ceased fingering her pussy and glanced behind herself to see that Wedge's cock was only semi-erect. She kept up her sarcasm, even as he was withdrawing his now-white finger from the cold cream, a hating edge in her voice as she said, "Oh, poor big man! Can't get it up. Maybe he needs to slobber on my tits for a minute so he can get it up, so he can put his great big thing in my pussy and make me frantic with desire."
The woman didn't know when to shut up. She kept it right up as Wedge took very careful aim and rammed his finger home, breeching her anal sphincter by surprise and burying his finger to the hilt in her rectum in one swift movement, and he dug further without a moment's hesitation, twisting the impaling digit all around in her tight rectal passage.
"Oooyii!" she squealed at the ripping surprise of entry. She began to squirm in panic to try to get away, yelping, "Aii! Ah! Ah!" in helpless outrage as Wedge held her, pressing into the small of her back with his other hand to keep her from writhing away. His palm flat on her wriggling backside, her trembling cheeks, Wedge grappled to weaken her sphincter, thrust, twist, thrust, twist, thrust, twist.
"Oww! Owwww! It hurts! Noo!" she gasped, hardly able to get her breath through the exquisite pain lancing her anus.
"You haven't felt anything yet," Wedge said, calmly, a tiny malicious smile playing across his lips. "Just wait until I get my cock in there."
Lucy glanced around at Wedge's pecker, saying, "That little ..." when she saw that it thrust out grimly erect. She thought she would faint on the spot. It was purple and more rugged and, worst of all, appeared bigger than Lew's. She was aghast at the thought of being buggered. The prospect boggled her mind and she was half disbelieving. Wedge wouldn't, the brute! That massive cock thrust into her tight little asshole ... it was a manifest impossibility.
"Is this how you get nineteen-year-old boys to do your dirty work for you?" she cried through clenched teeth. "Buggering them?"
An implacable Wedge gave her no answer and a second later she shrieked when it felt as if his finger had doubled in size, a second finger having been urged into the passage alongside the first. There was a strange calm grin on Wedge's face as he felt the soft, buttery smoothness inside her rectum as he skewered her. Lucy, writhing under his ruthless penetration of her, thought her whole bottom was afire. She sobbed openly. The piercing pain tore at her interior like a fiery dart. Rage mingled with her pain, rage that after all the confidence Women's Lib had given her and after coming to feel so at home with that patina of determination, she was unable to prevent this cruel exploitation of her flesh. But then the pain became so acute that it drove everything else from her mind.
"Ow! Ohhhh! Ouch! NO! Oh, God stop! You filthy, bestial son of a bitch!"
For a moment she thought her words had gotten to him again. The fingers pulled out of her aching rectum with a loud popping sound. "Oh, thank god," she moaned, not wanting to offend him too much when she was so vulnerable to him yet indeed grateful to have him cease, then her voice suddenly soared almost to a scream as she felt Wedge lowering his weight on her back and his long, thick cock gliding up the damp crevice of her buttocks to her aching asshole.
"No!" she wailed, feverishly, willing to accept anything but this, "No! No! No! Fuck my cunt, please! Not my asshole! Stick it in my cunt and I'll throw you a beautiful fuck! Please!"
"No, you'll love this," he told her, confidently. "It'll only hurt for a few seconds. Then, madam, you're going to go off your nut."
Lucy's eyes bulged in terror as she flinched from the great prong digging at her shrinking, puckered anus. Wedge worked his way forward slightly on her perspiring back and pushed against her sphincter with which she fought to keep him out. But the finger-penetration had left the muscle tired and sore. "Ahhhhhh!" she screeched as she felt the throbbing, gristly head of his big prick lunge its way into her agonized rectum. She thought she was being utterly split in two.
Above her, her faculty colleague grunted noisily as he thrust with his hips to force his cock into her straining rectum in quarter-inch increments. The pressure on the head of his fleshy rod was driving Wedge half out of his mind with pleasure. He gained more and more ground with short quick lunges that buried him ever deeper between her palpitating hind cheeks.
Lucy pounded on the bed with the flat of her hands as the fiery dagger forced its way inside her alimentary canal. She seemed to have absolutely no voice left. It hurts so, it hurts so it hurts so, her brain screamed tiredly over and over again. Her entire body ached with the effort-the unavailing effort-of repelling the mercilessly ravaging prick from her distended anus.
And then there was a pause . . .
She raised her head inquiringly, hoping from the lack of movement that it was over. Horatio hadn't pulled out of her ass, she knew; she still felt stuffed beyond belief back there. While the pain hadn't gone it seemed to have moved into the background while a strange half-expectant, anticipatory sensation took over. No, she thought, I can't let this happen. It goes against all my principles.
Then Wedge began to move upon her, sliding his godless cock inches in and out of her loosened passage. Am I actually at this moment being fucked in the ass? she thought wonderingly. The impossible was happening. The big cock massaged hidden areas of virgin flesh in an almost snuggling manner. She felt the palpitations of her buttocks under the weight of his body with each thrust he made into her ass. A hot coal suddenly ignited in Lucy's awakened cunt. Was she losing her mind? Was her body actually beginning to respond to this foully bestial use of it?
Wedge fucked her expanding flesh steadily, and Lucy tentatively raised her hips only to be flattened on her belly by his next surge which seemed to penetrate her even more thoroughly. She thrust her tingling bottom upwards again to meet his next lunge. It was half-painful, half-stimulating. She held back a half-formed moan as her steady ass-fucking continued.
Wedge's body dripped sweat on her own lathered flesh as they both worked harder. Lucy couldn't understand herself. She was being used as she had thought only animals were used, and here she was beginning to enjoy it: it went harshly against all of her carefully formed and dearly held beliefs, against all of the tenets of the Women's Liberation movement. Her clitoris hadn't even been touched!
The prick in her anus was now moving in and out most freely. The friction of a cock in her rectum was so stimulating her against her will that she could feel the coal of her cunt glowing red hot and knew, incredibly, I am going to have an orgasm. Knowing that her senses, that by her actions she worked to insure her own utter humiliation, she reached under her up-thrusting hips with both hands to clasp Wedge's giant throbbing balls and to hold them tightly against her ignited cunt.
Wedge's movements quickened and Lucy sensed that the tight constriction afforded his cock by her asshole was about to take its toll. His weight pounded her as he plunged frenzied-ly in and out her rectum. Lucy heard herself squealing in mingled pain and pleasure, in humiliation and arousal as his frantic efforts pierced new depths. He jerked spasmodically upon her back as hot gism burst from his cock, rocketing into her pierced fanny.
"Agggghhhhh," he yelled in her ear as he fired his load into her in throbbing bursts.
The thick semen felt soothing to Lucy's lacerated flesh. For an instant she felt she was standing on tiptoe, and then she was flinging her hips upward onto the prick still impaling her rear while she ground her pelvis lasciviously against the bed. Lightning bolts coursed through her flesh as she writhed furiously.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried involuntarily as convulsions wrenched her. Humping her middle up and down, with one long wail. "Ahhiiiieeeee!" She came with a blinding force that threatened to leave her senseless. She had never known such a climax.
She collapsed on the bed in utter exhaustion, her stomach nauseous with knowledge that she had abetted her own humiliation. With the cessation of tactile sensibility in connection with her immense arousal, the pain in her rectum returned. Not nearly as acute as before, but it was definitely sore. Wedge's prick still not fully subdued, remained inside her. She whimpered when he started to withdraw it despite the sperm-lubricating deluge of her interior.
With a sudden, harsh yank Wedge pulled his deflating penis from her ass. It came out with a whooshing sound. Her urge was to cry out, but she held it back. She buried her face in her hands. She didn't want to look at Wedge. She didn't want to acknowledge that he was still in her room with her. She wanted to forget that he had been there. She wanted to blank this entirely out of her mind.
But for Wedge this was a genuine moment of triumph. Before him on the bed lay a shattered symbol. This proud and haughty woman who made no secret of her disdain for men had been humbled. When he rolled her over she refused to look him in the eye. Tears rolled from the corners of closed eyelids. She buried her face in the crook of her elbow, her mouth set in a tight line as if she bit the insides of her lips to keep herself from breaking into tears.
He gazed at her body, her superb body from which he had wrested a response she didn't know she was capable of. With his fingertips he touched lightly the hollow of her armpit and she did not stir. His hand traced the swelling of her breast, cupping its fullness and squeezing. Rolled between thumb and forefinger, her nipples obediently stiffened. He ran his hand down across her stomach, up again: her belly quaked. He squeezed her hips, her thighs. He plucked at the slick puffy lips of her pussy, insinuated a finger into her snatch, a second. He penetrated her dank wetness and she parted her legs, but her face remained immobile. She refused to acknowledge this.
But there was a disparity between the workings of her mind and those of her body, and her body did acknowledge ... He twisted his fingers around marveling at her cunt's clasping folds. Reaching to the very quick of her he rubbed her cervix; his hand was inundated with her pussy's self-lubrications. She moaned quietly and began, half-consciously, to rock her hips up and down, grinding herself on the impaling ringers. Her now-parted lips glistened and as he watched she licked them again. Her tears had dried.
Abruptly, he pulled his fingers out, disengaging his hand from her body and wiping it on her bedspread, then spoke. He wanted to fuck her again; he would have liked to cavort the night long, but next time he fucked her he wanted her to come to him on his terms. "You know, Lucy, for all your liberated rhetoric you're actually quite easy."
She removed her arm from her face and opened her eyes, squinting at him. "You think that's all the movement is, Wedge? Rhetoric?"
"Basically."
"You're a silly, deluded man, Wedge."
"Oh no. I know you believe it," he said. "You believe it quite sincerely. That's what's sad."
"Sad? How can you call it sad?"
"Because I intend to open your eyes. And to have one's eyes opened when one would rather cling to cherished beliefs is always painful, that's what's sad," he said, speaking with care.
"Ho, ho, ho," she said, sarcastically, "tell me. How in hell do you propose to open my eyes?"
"First whether you've admitted it to yourself or not you just had one hell of a climax."
"So?" she said her voice shaking slightly. "So I had a climax? What does that prove?"
"Second, I come to school early on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I usually arrive at about eight-thirty. However, for the next two and a half weeks I will come in an hour earlier on those days. Now, this is Wednesday, and that means that the day after tomorrow is Friday."
"I know when Friday is," she said, not knowing exactly what he was leading up to, but knowing that whatever it was she wasn't going to go along with it. "So what?"
"That means," he continued, "that at seven-thirty the day after tomorrow and then at seven-thirty every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday until the tenure meeting, you are going to come to my office and suck my cock."
"What!?" she shrieked. "You're out of your mind! You're truly demented!"
"Third," he said, "this is . . ."
"Third?" she said, breaking into helpless laughter despite herself. This buggered belief. He had just buggered her body and now he was buggering her mind!
"This is the sign" he continued imperturbable. He held his fist up in front of his face, a peculiar fist with his thumb sticking out between the first and second fingers, and he proceeded to lick the ball of his thumb. She looked on, frowning quizzically. "Whenever anyone gives you the sign, you will perform with them. Got that?"
"You're absurd," she said.
Without another word Wedge stood and began to pull on his pants. She watched in stunned silence as he dressed himself, unable to take him seriously. But when he sat in the chair to put on his shoes, the same complacently pleased look on his face, she began to revile him, telling him what an ass, what an idiot, what an absurd little fellow he was. "What the hell makes you think I'll go along with any of this crap?"
"You want to have a career," he said, calmly. "And you know secretly that you need to have your eyes opened."
"But you don't have any hold over me. You just fucked-uh, buggered-me and now I get the pictures."
"No, you get one picture. There are seven more. You can have all seven the morning of your tenure meeting."
"You charlatan! You lied to me!"
"No. You were too busy mocking my natural urge to kiss your breasts to listen to the bargain. That's not my fault."
"You're taking advantage of me!" she yelled, tears forming again in her eyes. "You're a gross man and you're taking gross advantage of me!"
Wedge walked to the door, then paused, turning, to say, "Remember, seven-thirty Friday morning. You most likely won't want to come, but remember that it's not much, really and that your job hangs in the balance. Also, remember the sign. You'll balk at cooperating with whomever gives it to you-but you'd better have sober second-thoughts."
With that warning, given with a stern frown, Wedge left not looking back at the woman who yelled hysterically from the bed.
"I won't do it! You think I care that much about my job, well you got another think coming, Horatio Wedge! I won't do it! Do you hear? I won't do it. This is it. You don't have any hold over me! You think I care!"
She yelled until the front door slammed, until she heard a car start on down the street, and then broke totally into tears. She sobbed brokenly for fifteen or twenty minutes, hitting her pillow, burying her head in her arms. Only when she had sobbed herself dry and laid dazedly on the bed until she caught her breath did she extend her hand behind herself to tenderly explore her ravaged asshole. It felt wet and slippery to her examining finger and very, very tender.
Hell, she thought, I don't need this damned job. That asinine freak thinks he can blackmail me like this . . . hell, I don't need this damned job!