Chapter 6
Now it was Charley's last night in the Bahamas. The vacation had been Robert's reward when she had come back to him after her tryst with Shawn and Charles. She was still drowsy from the hot sun as she came back to the reality of where she was and what was going on. Robert still slept next to her, his grey hairs again looking very obvious to Charley as she stared at him.
Standing up, her lithe body bronzed from the tropical sun, she walked towards the clear blue water, her dark hair shimmering with golden flecks the sun had created during her vacation. Charley was hot and restless now. The hours spent journeying backwards through her life tormented her more than she had anticipated.
Her naked body dove into the sea, skimming beneath the water until her lungs felt ready to burst. Charley liked the way the water caressed her body as she swam close to the white sandy floor of the ocean. She surfaced for air, then went under again, hoping her physical exertion would help unclog her brain. Either clear everything up inside her brain or make her forget the questions she heard herself repeating over and over.
Shawn had told her that she would return to Robert. He had known her too well, too intimately. It was instant understanding the young man had shown Charley. It was as if he had crawled deep inside her head and heart to those places she rarely went herself. Just thinking about his words made Charley gasp for breath and rise out of the water.
On the distant beach, she saw Robert begin to stir. Her feet hit the sandy bottom, discovering a small bar that allowed her to stop swimming and rise out of the blue water. Her breasts were golden-brown in the sinking sun, the round nipples hard from the cool water. She waved at Robert, wanting him to leave her alone on her tiny island. He waved back, pointing towards their home as he headed back to get ready for the surprise he had planned for their last night in the Bahamas.
"Thank God! Get ready. I will be back soon," Charley said to the vast, serene body of water that isolated her from all human life. She wasn't quite ready to face the big, powerful man who kept her and fucked her, and sent her to other men as a surprise package of female delights. She had opened her cunt to many different men during this trip, never questioning why she did it. Shawn had explained all she needed to know.
Open your pink slit, expose your naked body, shove your full tits at the man's mouth. It was a routine Charley knew by heart, a game she played without ever hesitating. She always got something when she cooperated. Usually, she vibrated with orgasms that sent her into places no mortal visited often or for long. Sometimes, as a bonus she got trinkets and gifts worth a lot of money, material things that she hoarded. Often, she learned a new trick, a different way to fuck or be fucked.
Now, however, Charley wondered if there wasn't a totally new way to live. She had hated Paul for his materialism, his lust for things. She was doing the same thing, except she sold her pussy instead of her soul like her husband had done. It was all the same in the end, though, Charley decided as she glanced down at her firm, voluptuous body. One sold what one could. All she had to barter was the valley between her legs.
She glided through the water heading towards the beach and Robert and her surprise "gala event" that would culminate the vacation she had earned, or bought, by her faithful fucking of Shawn and Charles and her return to Robert. He was really only securing his investment in her by giving her these weeks in the islands. If she was good, if she remained reliable and faithful, Robert gave her a gift!
"SHIT!!!" Charley screamed into the vast emptiness of the secluded lagoon. She had to get out. She decided right then, as her naked body swam through the tropical water, that she would leave Robert's tyranny. He had taught her all she could learn from him. All he was able to do now was confuse and twist her values to suit his own sexual needs. She liked his dominance. Charley knew that when the powerful man hit her butt or slapped her face and ordered her to suck his cock, she was aroused and excited.
Climbing out of the water and feeling the dying sun dry her skin, Charley headed back into the lush vegetation that surrounded the cottage. She knew Robert was waiting for her. She knew that tonight she would tell him her m decision to leave. She also knew, and hated to admit, that his total control over her life was stimulating and rewarding. She wondered how she would react if he tried to change her mind.
"You look ravishing, darling," Robert called out from the porch when Charley approached the cottage, her naked flesh shimmering in the brilliant sunset that swept across the sky. Her body was ample and round where a man wanted fullness. Her breasts were still high and firm, her hips curved gently and erotically below the slim waist and flat belly she had learned to utilize in her seduction games.
"Make me a drink, please, dear," Charley asked in a stronger voice than she usually used with Robert. He glanced at her curiously for a second, then handed her a tall glass he had already prepared for her. She kissed him on the lips, her tongue skimming along the inside of his mouth. Her breasts pressed against his bare, well-muscled chest when she thanked him.
"You think of me all the time." Charley wasn't certain why she said that. She gulped the potent, sweet drink down like it was water. Her head felt foggy and drugged when she handed the empty glass back to her benefactor and mentor for a refill.
Robert was wearing his white pants, the lower half of a suit purchased on the vacation. Without underwear, Charley could see the outline of his prick beneath the cloth, her eyes riveted on the ridge of his cock as it pressed against the pants. He smiled at the naked woman, giving her another full glass. "Thank you."
Charley drank more slowly, her body already feeling the onslaught of the initial glass. She moved off the patio inside the cottage. Her hair was wet and she needed to shower before they went out. Robert watched her disappear into the bathroom, a curious smile on his face. The bulge of his crotch had grown while Charley wandered away from him. He wanted to ravish her before they dined out, before she washed away the ocean and the sand.
Robert followed her down the hall, unzipping his pants as he walked. He folded them over a chair, his lean, powerful body almost black from the sun. He heard the water running in the shower and pushed open the door. Charley was standing with one long leg up on the washstand. Her pink slit was barely visible to Robert as he burst in on his woman.
"What do you want?" Her voice was cold and harsh, surprising Charley almost as much as it shocked and angered Robert.
"You, little bitch! You take nasty pills today? Or, is it disappointment that our idyllic sojourn is ending? I think you ought to appreciate the fact I gave you so much time off, darling," Robert's voice was hard, his grey eyes cold as they looked at the woman shaving her legs.
"I'm trying to get ready. Its hard with an audience, dear," Charley tried to cover up her outburst. Robert advanced closer. She finished shaving quickly, lowering her leg and dropping the razor in a drawer before he reached her body.
"There's no rush. We don't have reservations until ten. I think I want to screw you before we leave. It wdl be the last time," Robert said almost erotically. Only the hint of harsh command that edged his voice made Charley realize he was ordering her, not inviting or asking or seducing.
"In here? Or, shall we try the bed or the couch or the porch or the kitchen floor?" Her voice was laced with sarcasm. She shrank back as his hand slapped her cheek. Tears sprang into her dark eyes, eyes she kept on the floor because she knew that Robert would see her pure hate if she dared meet his gaze.
"Tramp! You have become an arrogant bitch. All you are is a whore, well-paid and high-class, but a whore all the same! Climb down off that horse, dearest girl. Without me, you couldn't make enough to live with that cunt hole. I made you what you are. Don't forget that!!" Robert grabbed Charley's shoulders and pulled her naked body against him, his mouth devouring her lips and kissing her throat roughly. A few small patches of red bloody bruises rose under the top layer of her tender skin. She tried to pull away, but her feeble fight only aroused Robert further. He bit the fragile skin on the side of her neck, raising a dark welt where his teeth sank into her flesh. Charley cried out in pain, large tears running down her cheeks.
"Shut up, whore!" Robert shouted as he hoisted her naked body over his shoulder and carried her out of the small bathroom.
Charley was sobbing convulsively, her face hanging down against Robert's chest. Her ass was shoved in the air, her triangle of dark hair balanced on his strong shoulder. Her legs kicked wildly for a minute, until she saw how futile any effort to deny Robert his final fuck was. She slumped on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He had said it was their last fuck, she reminded herself. When they boarded the plane early the next morning, she would not be going with him.
Robert dumped her body on top of an old wooden table that stood close to the wall of the large living room of the cottage. Charley hit her head against the vase of flowers she had set on the dark wood table early that morning. The tall china container crashed to the floor and emptied both water and blossoms across the room. She felt the solid wood creak beneath her weight when Robert flung her down. The tiny squeaks occupied her brain rather than the punishment he was about to render to her body.
"Bitch! Cunt! Whore! Worthless female slime!" Robert barked insults at Charley's prone body, stretched over the table like an offering to the gods of power and desecration. She closed her eyes, trying not to hear his insults, trying not to care that he might be right.
"You're fighting me, cunt. You know you cannot do that. I am the man, the master, the cock. Remember who you are and what you are, harlot! You will never be more than I make you, but you fight me, try to be a smart-ass. Charley darling, you are a fool," Robert whispered through clenched teeth, his massive shoulders lurching forward as he bent over her prone, powerless body. She clenched her eyes shut, not wanting to see the venom of his stare as he planned her punishment.
"NO! I am yours, Robert. You are everything to me. Take me, punish me, screw me, fuck me with your big cock! Jam that massive tool inside me until I rip and bleed! I am yours," she whimpered incoherently, falling back into the role she had earlier resolved to leave forever. Her words seemed to come from another place, from another body.
"You ARE mine. You always will be mine, no matter where you run, no matter what you do. Part of you belongs to me as certainly as if you had sold your soul to the devil in return for eternal life, darling lady!" Robert hissed, his cock growing larger and rising away from his groin as his excitement mounted. He looked at the lovely woman lying prone and vulnerable on the table, her legs hanging down, her ass resting near the edge of the table. He advanced closer to her body, his face flushed with anger and excitement. Charley tried to close her thighs against him, but the hard table was holding her body immobile despite her efforts to protect her pie.
"Keep those legs open. I am going to fuck you until you cannot walk. I am going to shove my cock inside that pink hole until you beg for mercy! Then, when you are dripping with my come, you WILL stand and walk and have dinner with me, whore! Spread yourself for me. Open your cunt!" Robert ordered Charley, his voice allowing no place for her to deviate from his commands.
Charley wanted to die right there on the antique table. She struggled to move her body, but was unable to do anything except yield to Robert's orders. Feeling the hard wood beneath her bare skin, she ceased resisting the only comfortable position her body could have on the table. Her slender, golden thighs slid apart, hanging over the edge of the table so that her valley was beckoning to the powerful man who menaced her pie with his rigid penis.
"Take me. Screw the shit out of me." Charley complied with her mentor and her keeper. She could not fight him anymore. Maybe, she thought fearfully, she would never have the courage to fight him. Charley felt like she was going crazy, losing whatever grip she had once held on her own sanity.
"Expose your hole, cunt. Move your hands. I will not fuck a corpse, dear. Necrophilia is not my trip. Hold your pussy open for me! Spread your sex so I can see that succulent flesh while I fill you with my cock. Further, bitch, spread yourself wider!" Robert yelled.
Charley was ripping her own flesh in her frenzied eagerness to please this madman who controlled her life. Her fingers pulled the tender folds of her vagina apart as she also strained her muscles in an attempt to spread her thighs wider. The wooden table, carved and sturdy, seemed to deliberately block the movement of her legs. She felt the sticky moisture between her legs as she showed Robert the flower of her womanhood. She was beyond debasement. He could take her, he could have whatever she might be able to offer him. Her clit was red and naked, aching with desire that made Charley moan softly, her pelvis arching slightly in Robert's direction.
Robert was standing at the edge of the table where he had dumped Charley like a hunk of meat. She remained just as he had dropped her except for the effort she was making to let him peer inside her vagina while she held the skin away from her private place. He grabbed her thighs close to the place where they joined her furry triangle. With persistent fingers, he moved her legs further apart, straining every muscle in her body.
Charley's head balanced on the far edge of the table, her dark curls spilling over the wood and hanging freely, the sole part of her being that was able to move without restraint or pain. She felt a small knot on her skull where her head had thumped down on the table. Her whole body cried out in pain, yet she did not move or resist Robert when he touched the entrance to her cunt with the enflamed head of his penis.
There was suppressed anger in each movement Robert made. His shoulders were taut and rigid, spasmodic twitches barely visible beneath his tanned skin the only clue to how much feeling he held deep inside himself. The glimpses of his fury that Charley witnessed, the punishment he administered artfully and gladly was only the tip of Robert's iceberg of frustrated anger.
She opened her eyes slightly, just enough to watch the tyrant who terrified her and tantalized her, the man who debased her and delivered her. As she watched him begin probing at the wet entrance to her pussy, Charley wondered briefly about Robert, the human being, Robert the soul adrift in a tumultuous sea where his only oar and raft were powerful domination of those persons so much weaker than himself that he could vent his confused rush of emotions on helpless creatures incapable of resisting.
"I'm sorry, darling Robert. I wish we could have shared our souls once. Maybe we could have learned to love ourselves and each other," Charley whispered, feeling a rush of compassion for the huge man who was shoving his cock into her sex, his grey eyes intent only on the wet skin she offered him.
If Robert heard her words or understood her meaning, he gave no indication. He was pressing against the pink slit Charley showed him. His hand gripped the rigid pole of his manhood, guiding it deeper and deeper inside her cunt, shoving his tool into the warm cavern of her sex as he stood above the woman draped across the wooden table. This was his power, his only way of making himself a valuable and worthwhile person. Without his cock, Robert might just as well have been an insect, for all his existence mattered.
Feeling the glow that always came when she was fucked, Charley sighed slowly, her body desiring the culmination of this coupling. Robert might be a monster, but once he used his prick to excite her vagina, she no longer cared what kind of a person he was.' He was like every man who filled her pussy. He was only a penis, merely a sexual tool that either brought her to orgasm or failed to stimulate her.
Her body was not comfortable, but Charley ground her pelvis in response to every thrust Robert made into her cunt. She still held the lips of her vagina open, feeling his organ pull at the skin beneath her clit. She reached between her legs and started to massage her clit in unison with Robert's driving plunges into her hole. She moaned and cried as the pace of his fucking increased rapidly. His balls were slapping the edge of the wood table as he stood above her prone body and plundered her cunt.
"Whore! No one ever fucked you this well. No man has ever made you come the way I make you come." Robert was not expecting an answer from the naked lady who submitted to his furious screwing.
"You are the best, darling. Fuck me harder!" Charley screamed earnestly. No man had ever brought her to so many intense, overwhelming climaxes.
He pumped in and out, his cock hard and rigid as it pummeled the tender flesh inside Charley's legs. She was busy stroking her clit, feeling the orgasm that would make her inert, growing inside her body. It was like a storm building, slowly mounting until the full fury could no longer be contained. She lurched up, her thighs wrapping around Robert's hips as the explosion ripped through her body.
He was groaning with the surge of hot fluid that raced from the hole in his cock, dumping inside Charley. Her legs pinned him against the edge of the table while he deposited his come in her pussy. Robert jerked forward, grabbing her breasts while he unloaded his creamy semen. She was grinding her clit into his body, her hands pulling his shoulders closer to her prone body, her legs holding him prisoner for a few minutes.
The furry, hairy patches both Robert and Charley guarded between their legs touched while they came. The intimate part of each person intertwined for just a brief moment, hugging and clinging as though in silent, unspoken farewell. They hugged fiercely, Robert raising Charley from the table, his cock still implanted inside her cunt.
"Good-bye, darling Robert." Charley said the words to herself. She was never certain whether she had also verbalized her departure. Robert kissed her and carried her back to the shower with a tenderness rarely displayed. He never hinted at whether he was also saying good-bye, or if he simply was letting down his fierce, protective guard for a few seconds.
Charley wound her legs around his middle while he carried her to the bathroom. She wanted to remember all that was good and exciting about Robert. She wanted to keep every memento he had showered on her. If he was a madman or lunatic, as Shawn implied, then she was as sick as Robert. He could not be what he was without women like Charley who hungered for a man to paddle their butts!
It was not going to be easy to unwrap her legs from Robert's hard, powerful body. Charley felt tears rise beneath her dark lashes, filling the mysterious pools of her brown eyes. She wanted to love this man. She also entertained the thought of using a gun to blow his balls and cock off. The strange combination of feelings baffled Charley, but she kept her slender thighs wrapped around Robert's naked skin.
While she clung to his strong, powerful body, feeling the heat of his skin branding her own soft flesh, Charley realized that her decision to leave Robert was not her way of getting even with him. There was nothing to get even about She was no better or worse than the graying man who had given her everything she had dreamt about, every sexual encounter she had thought she wanted to experience.
Charley kissed him lovingly when Robert deposited her under the hot spray of the massage shower head. She had faked that emotion for him before, pretending to care when all she really felt was the exhausted, grateful release of an orgasm. Love was not an integral ingredient in an orgasm. Love really had nothing to do with the act of sexual intercourse. Copulation, fucking, screwing, making love: different words that said the same tiling!
There was something more. Charley remembered Shawn and Charles, remembered their innate, instant communication about everything.
Charley repeated her farewell to Robert, hoping that someday she might really understand how Shawn could touch Charles' cock in love, not to make him hard enough to fuck!