Chapter 13
Within ten minutes Ed Royse knew everything about Ramona that Debbie knew. That wasn't a hell of a lot, but he learned about Simon's attempt to kill his partner, about her turning the tables and slaying him there on the ship. Ed listened to the zombie-like girl's description of how she and Ray had disposed of the corpses, sending them out the emergency airlock into space to float there
forever.
The two women had planned to check in here, taking separate rooms but spending the night in only one of mem. Ray had the films. She wasn't worried about money. After a day or so of relaxation, drinking and piaying Lesbian games, they'd go out and start making
contacts to get the film developed and into distribution. Then they'd be rich.
Ed rather doubted it. It seemed more likely to him that Ray would kill this little fluff she'd picked up, just as ruthlessly as Simon had tried to murder her, as ruthlessly as she had killed him and his partners-in-crime. But he didn't say so. He just ordered the naked girl to get into a negligee and to call Ray's room.
She did, while he sat there on the bed, watching her naked body and thinking what it would be like to have a permanent slave who would obey all orders—because she had to, because she couldn't resist the drug. He shook his head. Fun for awhile, he thought. After that it would pall quickly. A subservient woman was^ what a man wanted—but a drugged, mindless automaton, no matter how sexy, would not long fill that bill.
After giving the girl careful and specific instructions, Ed stepped into the bathroom while she called Ray. Yes, Ray would be right down, darling. You look scrumptious. Good enough to eat, haha.
And Ray sounded nervous as all hell.
Ed waited in the bathroom, standing just inside the door, the little needle gun in his hand. The knock came at the door. He had already told his mind slave to be natural, be perfectly natural, and he'd take it fom there.
She was natural enough, opening the door to admit her Lesbian shipboard romancer. And perhaps Ray was perfectly natural, too, come to think. But she did not do] what Ed had expected, and certainly not what poor] Debbie expected.
"Did you see him?" Ray asked. "That man at thj spaceport?"
Debbie laughed, acting natural. "I saw hundreds cfl men. So what? Why'd you disappear like that?"
Ray sighed. "Nothing. Well, here we are, and don't you look nice in that sweet little negligee. Did you know that there must be a thousand girls as young and shapely and pretty as you are, on Mars? And no matter what their habits about sex, all of them will be perfectly willing to crawl in with me . . . once I've got that film into distribution and the money starts rolling in! Did you know that, honey?"
"Ray," Debbie said in a sighing, gently accusing little voice, "Ray . . . what do you mean?" She cocked her head. "Oh ... oh I see!" She smiled. "Sure! We can get all the friends we want, Ray! Three-way, four-way . . . yes, it'll be nice to be rich!" She did a mm, spinning like a dancer, clouds of gauzy night dress floating out about her. Then she stopped, smiling at Ray. "But that's for later ... right now, come on and let me relax you."
She turned to the bed. Ed took a deep, silent breath, getting ready for Ramona to pass in front of him, following the girl to the bed. He'd wait until she was just past; then—he almost grinned—he would shoot one of his naughty little needles right into one of her big ssscheeks.
It's about to happen, Linda, he thought. There were 11*0 of them that did it to you. Now one has killed the i other, and now—I'm about to make a slave of the other!
Debbie reached the bed, raised one knee to rest it on Nbe edge of the mattress, jutting her backside at the same note as she tugged at the gown, pulling it taut across her [jounded buttocks, enticing Ray. And Ray followed, and ted saw her now, wearing a black tunic over fiery red pants that were skintight. He brought up his needier.
That was when Ramona raised her needle gun and feggered it twice. Two barely audible hisses in the silent i jDom. A gasping grunt from Debbie as they whipped
through the gauzy fabric of her negligee and buried themselves in her flesh. She jerked forward as if stung—which was exactly what had happened. She'd been stung, twice. Slapping her hands to her back, arching, she turned to peer accusingly, pitifully at her Lesbian lover.
"Sorry, baby," Ray said quietly. "All those other available girls I mentioned don't know what I did on Earth, or on that spaceship. That way they can't get mad or greedy and try to blackmail me or something, you see. So . . . bye bye, Debbie, baby. It was lovely, just lovely. The poison in those needles is quick, and almost painless. Almo . . . uh!"
It was her turn to jerk and gasp, as Ed sent a needle from his own pistol into her. Not into her butt, as he had intended, but into her upper arm. For two reasons: first, it would rush into her bloodstream far faster that way, and secondly, he hoped she would . . .
She did. She jerked and, in reflex action, her fingers snapped wide. Her needier dropped to the carpet. She swung to face Ed, stood there and stared at him with huge eyes.
"You!"
"Me," he said, keeping the little pistol trained on her. "That stuff's going to work fast, so I have to tell you fast. I want you to know, while you're still normal. That was my girl you and Simon worked over, and I'm mighty sorry you killed him. But now, you Lesbian bitch, I've just filled you full of Zombie, and in a few seconds yo_ won't be able to do a damned thing but what I tell yon . . . and that's going to be a good bitch while I fuck you!"
Her face took on an even greater look of horror than had that of Debbie—who was sinking back onto the bed,!
Ray gasped. Her hands started up toward her bosom in feminine reaction. Then she remembered. She smiled.
"Your gun's loaded with Zombie? Fine . . . mine's loaded with needles full of tricurare! You're dead, mister."
And she bent for her gun.
"Freeze," Ed said.
She kept bending. Her hand reached out.
"Freeze," Ed said, starting forward.
Her fingers closed around the gun. She glanced up, hearing him moving toward her.
"Freeze," Ed snapped. |1
Her hand closed around the gun and brought it up. He saw her knuckles whiten as she started to pull the trigger, and he dived past her, catching her hip with his as he drove by. Phht, and the needle smacked into the door before which he had stood. Then she was lurching against the bed, knocked off balance.
She caught herself with one hand, swung.
"Freeze" Ed yelped, thinking that the bitch was right. He should have clobbered hell out of her. She'd kill him.
But she froze! The Zombie was in her bloodstream. The woman who had so sadistically destroyed Linda was now his mindless slave. "Put the gun on the bed," he said. Ramona quivered, trying to rebel, then reached out to place her needier on the bed. Ed stepped swiftly forward I and picked it up. He was about to give her another order I when Debbie's movement jerked his eyes to her. I Debbie's eyes bulged. Her hps quivered as her mouth I opened. Her tongue emerged. Her face darkened, ¦ reddened, became purplish. Then black. She collapsed. "God," Ed whispered. "You've murdered again! All
that poor girl did was get on the wrong spaceship and meet the wrong person!"
"The greedy little bitch! She dug both men and women," Ramona said. "She latched onto me fast, too, once she found out how rich we'd be! She didn't get a drop less than she deserved."
Ed sighed. She was right. How had Debbie been less a criminal than Ray? It was a matter of emotion; he hated Ray for personal reasons. Debbie had had a choice, and she had made it. She had known her big female lover was a killer, a woman who would soon be in the business of developing and leasing and selling illegal films. Debbie knew that Ray had killed her own partner; she'd seen it happen.
Ed sighed. That didn't make it any less a shame, that young lovely body sprawled stiffly on the carpet in a hotel room over one hundred million miles from her home, her pretty face black and hideous.
"Ramona. You've got to answer anything I ask, and you've got to do precisely as I say. Right?"
He saw her shiver, saw her face tense and her eyes brighten as she tried to fight it But she could not. She nodded. "Yes."
"Take me to your room, Ramona." And, after Ed had used a bathroom towel to wipe his fingerprints from everything he could think of, Ramona did. He stored away both her pistol and his. He didn't need them, now. She was his slave for the next four days or so. (And then: another shot.) They went to her room, and there he ordered the big woman to strip. She did, impassively. "Ramona." Her eyes met his.
He shook his head. "What a body! God, you're buitt
like a man's most private dreams! Just enough belly to be soft and set off that pretty navel. Just enough meat to pad your hipbones . . . and enough hipspan to birth a thousand babies! An ass that was made for bouncing on a mattress, for cusMoning a man's crotch. And lord woman, you've got a pair of jugs that look like someone pumped them up with air!" He shook his head again. "And you've been wasting all that on women!" Male chauvinist pig, he told himself.
"Well, I want you to know that all that fine female body is going to fulfill the purpose it was designed for! You're going to be fucked by a man, Ramona. I want you to be aware of it, so listen closely. You must do what I tell you. You must cooperate, no matter what, and you'll work hard to make it very, very good. You'll know what's happening. You'll know that you're a Lesbian, that you hate it, that it's awful and degrading and dirty, because it's women you love. But... Ramona . . . you won't be able to do a thing about it Because your body will respond to mine, to whatever I do, and you'll do just what I want you to do. Are we clear on that, Ramona, darling slut bitch, you murdering, torturing whore?"
She nodded miserably, helplessly. Maybe, he thought maybe she can actually feel horror, back in there. The way to even a score with someone isn't to kill them. It's to make them suffer! And—/ can make this bitch suffer for you, Linda, while I enjoy myself with her I And thafs what real revenge and ; punishment is all about!
"Answer me from inside, Ramona. Tell me what you I jeally think."
" You . . . filthy . . . bastard . . . I.. . wish ... kill L.. you ... cut your ... slimy ... male prick ... offl"
"Good," he grinned, getting undressed. "That's just the way I want you to feel about it. Now come over here, you big fine chunk of female!"
She came, naked, her big breasts jouncing and trembling before her, nipples stabbing the air like a pair of swordpoints. He smiled, watching her and knowing that inside she was helplessly and soundlessly shrieking every step of the way.
Sitting there on the edge of the bed, he reached up to fondle her naked breasts. He ran his hands down over her sides and the curve of her belly, down over the fine furry hair of her crotch. His fingertips toyed with the soft, plump hps of her vulva.
She quivered, moaning. Fighting herself. He smiled and continued fondling her big body, srniling up at her face. He felt the muscles beneath the satiny skin twitch under his touch. He bade her turn, and she turned, and he fondled and molded her buttocks for a time, eyeing the temptingly wide expanse. His smile broadened. True, spanking a woman who had done what this one had done to Linda seemed a childish punishment. On the other hand—psychologically, it would not be. It would be an agony of humiliation for her. Full of the drug, she could only take it and seethe inside.
She moaned when he lifted her easily, draping her across his thighs with her head hanging almost to the floor. Her drugged state made resistance impossible; all he had to do was tell her. She could not control her: purely automatic reactions, though, and she jerked when his opened hand cracked sharply onto her bare, broad buttocks.
"Oh! Please! No!" she cried, tightening those cheeks into upjutting hemispheres of quivering flesh.
"Don't try to stop me," he said, gazing dehghtedly
down at that once-slapped ass. Once in all her life, probably. "But by all means act natural."
That made it far more interesting. Acting natural meant that she squirmed and kicked her feet and struggled while that big male hand came down again and again on the bare skin of her buttocks. Her cries filled the room. He was putting a great deal of effort into the task, for this was one creature he didn't care how much he hurt. Her quivering, taut cheeks were warming noticeably. Again his hand came down, and again, waiting while she tensed, then descending just as* she started to relax her mortified flesh.
Her struggled lessened gradually. She hung over his legs panting from the effort of being on the receiving end of a more than forceful hand whipping. Perspiration gleamed on her nakedness. Once he reminded her that being spanked was very sexy, she made whimpering little moaning sounds and wiggled. A curiously pleasant feeling was beginning to suffuse her loins each time the hand slapped her ass.
He watched the change in her movements, and he knew that she was concentrating on the open-handed blows as the erotic effect was transmitted to her sexual organs.
His arm tired, he assisted her big sexy body over onto the bed. She lay there in a crumpled heap, looking smaller.
"You're going to love this," he told her. "You're going to help me fuck hell out of you. And inside you're going to hate every moment, and you'll come so close to coming . .. but you won't get there!"
She moaned again, seemingly in a sensual daze as he to down beside her and slipped one arm under her ksad. She emitted little pleasure sounds and wriggled in
his embrace as his mouth toyed with her distended nipples. She was panting, helplessly responding, while inside. . . .
The hard probe of his cock pressed against her inner thighs. She lifted one leg as the long shaft slid in to nudge her soft-lipped cunt. Whimpering, she tightened her thighs around it and squirmed her hips, gripping the rigid warmth that was her captured prize. Her fingers played over the solid firmness of his muscles as though they represented a great discovery.
He brushed his hand over her back. As his hand reached the swell of her slapped buttocks, she strained her belly against him. Their hips wagged and pumped in something approaching unison, busily arousing each other's bodies to greater desire. Again and again the big hard cock rubbed over her soft pussy.
Her distaste showed only in her eyes, and he gazed straight into them when he said, "Ask me for it."
She flailed her head, her eyes tortured. Her hands quivered in helpless torment at her inability to fight him.
He slapped her. "I said ask me for it."
"Put . . . please put it into me," she murmured in helpless obedience. Her eyes were agonized. Her legs opened wide apart, removing any possible barrier to her body. He lifted himself over her, suspended on his arms, and began lowering himself atop her. Their bellies touched, then ground together. The hard bones at the tops of their crotches touched, rubbed, grated together. The big crown of his penis slipped forward to part the hps of her vulva. She grunted, shuddering.
"Answer me true," he said. "Have you ever been fucked by a man?"
"Never!" she husked vehemently, and gasped as she felt herself being pressed into the mattress. She stared up
at bis face, waiting for the penetration with ambivalent emotions. He watched her hps tighten when the blunt flesh of his glans pushed at the hps of her love orifice. The muscles of her inner thighs jerked uncontrollably at the unaccustomed experience. As his penis spread the entrance flesh, she grunted. Then she gasped out her breath and drew it in sharply again as the pressure continued, and mounted.
The great rod of his cock began thrusting into the opening no man had ever probed before.
He saw it in her eyes. As her vaginal entry widened, she felt as if her whole body was being opened. It seemed to take an eternity, for he deliberately made it slow, slow, watching her, enjoying the knowledge that inside she hated him, wished she could kill him, abhorred this male breaching of the body she had reserved for other females. The torturess was being tortured. The taker was being taken.
With a sudden expanding and renewed pressure, his prick slid deep into the warm wetness of her and she shivered in an involuntary thrill at being completely filled. The male staff throbbed beautifully within her vagina. Her legs rose, slowly, as though fighting the natural urge. They lost the fight, crossing over him and locking at the ankles.
"Ah, god," she gasped, and he slid it out of her and mis time he jammed every inch of his cock into her with inch speed and force that she cried out.
"You're being raped," he told her in a soft voice, gazing down into her face. "You hate it, but you must respond, because you're a natural whore and you can't begin to control your body."
"Ah... ah... it's so big... hard... god, I can't help ... my body ... oh FUCK MEEE!"
Grinning, he slid his cock rapidly in and out of the oven of her vagina. She writhed and bucked in such exuberant, demanding response that he had a hard time keeping Mmself anchored in the slippery hole. He gripped her shoulders tightly.
"Hold still, you fucking little whore!"
"Ican't," she moaned. "Ican't... body.. .needs..0 more . . ."
And all the while her eyes showed only agony and the deepest humiliated torment.
"Unlock your legs, then, and m give you more, slut," he snapped. Her ankles unclasped. Her legs sprawled, limply on either side of him. Pulling his hands from beneath her shoulders, he maneuvered them down beneath her knees. He began lifting them. She moaned and her head snapped back and forth.
Bewildered, she dropped her hands from him to brace them against the bed. "What... what are you doing?"
She grunted as her legs were raised slowly up and up, until her knees were nearly touching her shoulders. Her body was thus bowed, her hips angling upward. The slash of her sex, the deep hole of it, was angled almost straight upward. He tucked her legs in, leaning on them, crushing her thighs down into her breasts and flattening them.
Again he slipped his hands under her shoulders, holding her thighs under his body and between his powerful biceps. She was helpless, unable to move, her cunt tilted for the absolute maximum of penetration. She groaned and made a pained face when he jammed it in, all the way, his groin slanuning down on hers until their pubic hairs were interlocked. Rapidly he slid it in and out of her upturned channel, filling her to the very depths of her cunt She groaned with each hard lunge.
"Now you really get pumped, you woman-loving bitch," he said, smiling nastily into her face, and he pumped hard, in and out. As the rigid pole pounded rhythmically in her belly, she quivered in complete submission and the deliberate ambivalence of feelings he had forced upon her: pain and humiliation, hatred and desire, helpless lunging upward to suck him even deeper, despite the pain to her deep hole, where no man had ever delved.
She was incredibly tight, and it seemed strange to him, since she was such a big woman. But her vagina was that of a girl's, her lips close pressed as if in love with each other. It was she who had worn the dildo when that sort of girl-girl game had been played; she had wanted no male or male substitute in her body. And now he was fucking her hard and deep, beating her pussy hard with his body and seemingly trying to drive a channel down through her to her throat.
God, he thought, what a monstrous twist this is! She's one of the best bed partners I've ever had; I haven't had such a fuck in years! Feeling the singings of pleasure in his loins and belly, he increased the momentum of his strokes—to her apparent delight. Her gripping hands and jerking, bucking body urged him on to greater efforts. She alternated between squeals and moans as she absorbed the sensations of the long hard cock pistoning in and out of her.
Abruptly he plunged it into her as far as he could and pushed his feet against the bed, hard, forcing her hips upward until his angle of penetration was almost straight down. She gasped in astonishment, then cried out in unavoidable response to the pain. It was a way to screw a woman who had long since been opened and had been screwed many times since; it was no way to
break in a girl unaccustomed to penetration of any sort. Unless the intention was to hurt her....
Her body was bent almost double, her head beneath her knees. A series of gasping "Ah" sounds emerged from her open mouth. The organ must have felt, he thought, as though it were filling her entire insides. But pain or no, she was giving every indication of tightening up inside, churning in a building inferno.
Then, without warning, his cock jerked convulsively. A hot stream of semen hosed into her vagina. The force of his emission almost knocked the breath out of her and she opened her mouth to scream, her own body reacting to the powerful surges of man juice that were ramming into her womb. He grunted; the rolling wave of his orgasm ascended through his abdomen so that he felt bathed in ecstatic if momentary flames.
Beneath him, she closed her eyes tightly and rolled her head from side to side in almost hysterical response as the burning liquid hammered into her, beating her helpless body into an uncontrollable imitation of what should have been repeated orgasms . . . except that he had told her there would be none.
Finally, exhausting the supply of his hot sperm, he rested atop her in panting fatigue. Their naked bodies were dripping with sweat and the sheet and pillow were dark with the moisture. Her body was limp in his embrace. He lowered her buttocks slowly, with his still-rigid penis firmly implanted in her. Bending almost painfuUy, he teased one big nipple with his tongue. For a moment he thought she had fainted. But she made a little sound and turned her head to gaze at Him from dull eyes.
She would be too weak, he knew, to do other than rest for some time. And so would he. So he carefully
released her legs from his grip and let them sprawl on either side of his body. Starting to move off her, he noticed her sigh and decided against giving her that relief. Tightening his hold around her shoulders, he pushed his penis as deeply as possible into her flooded chamber. She gasped; he sighed in contentment
When he reopened his eyes, he knew he had drifted off, and wondered how long it had been. She lay beneath him, staring. He nibbled at her nipple, liking the sound of her moan and the twisting of her features.
Bitch, he thought. Filthy torturing murdering woman-loving bitch—/ hope I tore your damned cunt!
She writhed; and when he started to pull his penis from her, their pubic hair stuck together with the dried semen. Both of them winced. He chuckled.
"You're glued to your man, dear," he told her, choosing words he was sure would add to her inner torment "with come juice."
Then he pulled quickly back and she yelped at the tug on her hairs. As he moved from her, a trickle of liquid followed the removal of his long-embedded penis from her soaked vagina. She shivered as it ran down between her thighs.
She rose, waddling awkwardly to the bathroom, and when she returned he stepped behind her to caress her sides. Sliding his arms around her, he cupped her breasts. He squeezed them gently, pressing her nude back against him.
"You're some kind of fine fuck, baby," he told her with his lips close to her ear. "What a shame you've wasted all this body all these years." He hunched his groin against the burgeoning fullness of her buttocks, feeling the shiver run through her.
I'm really enjoying this, he thought. God, it is good,
screwing a Lesbian and knowing she's in inner agony—and can't do a thing about it. I'm about as cruel and sadistic as she is ... but at least I have a reason, an "excuse." For just a moment he saw Linda again, hanging there in the basement, almost unrecognizable .. . and Debbie, all black in the face, dead in her hotel room. . . .
I will make it last, he thought. I've got to think. He was massaging her breasts with both hands, bouncing and squeezing them while he worked his hips to tickle her buttocks with the hair of his groin. At least he knew what he would do next
"Next, Ramona, old darling," he whispered in her ear, "I'm going to shove it up your ass and see how that grabs you."
The big woman shivered, with violence, and would have fallen but for his arms around her from behind.