Chapter 5
The trembling young widow flipped to the next photo, only to see that her worst fears were confirmed. Tansy's pinkly throbbing little cunt mouth and the surrounding raven black pubic hair were spread wide, and in the right hand edge of the picture was the muscled, pelvis of Jason, his dark pubic hair a sharp contrast to the girl's light-textured flesh. His thick, rigid shaft was in close-up focus, showing the convoluted ridges and bluish veins and the long thin tube beneath that was ready to shoot his sperm deep up into her nakedly spread young daughter. Its pulsating, blunt cockhead was buried in the warm wet pussy, Tansy's firm white buttocks stretched to the limit by his cruel impalement. In the background, Gilljan could make out the figure of another lovely nude teenage girl, her teeth parted as she kissed a strange boy's testicles, licking the base of his penis with wet, lapping strokes from her moistly glistening tongue. His cock must have been sucked for some time, by the way the soft light of the room shone down off the wetly shining skin....
Gillian gave a small cry of hysteria at the obscene images, and she tried to clear her mind of the horrible thoughts of her own fifteen year old daughter being a partner in this awful, clandestine orgy. But she couldn't refute the facts before her eyes, and a warm heavy throb of torment pulsed subconsciously through her, caused by the erotic qualities of the lewd photographs. She squeezed her buttocks together in a desperate effort to stop the lewdly rising erection the dirty pictures were involuntarily causing in her, and forced herself to look at the next one.
To her abject horror, this time she recognized the other boy as being the depraved seducer of her little girl. Tansy was turning her head so that she could watch his cock, which was rigidly held about an inch away from her eagerly pulsating vaginal mouth, as it splashed hotly a steady stream of white sticky cum against her thighs and darker curling young pussy hair. The smooth ivory white cheeks of her naked buttocks were drenched with the sperm, and her knees were pulled back until her slender legs were squashing the high-peaked, hard-nippled moons of her breasts. Her fingers were clutching the cheeks of her buttocks in an effort to pull them wider so that still more of her pink, hair-rimmed crevice could receive the deliciously exciting bath of the young, heated male sperm. It was obvious by the contorted expression of pure ecstasy on her wildly distorted facial features that she was reveling in the utter lewdness of her humiliation ... was glorying in it!
Tansy ... Oh, God, my darling child! Gillian's tortured mind screamed.
"You like them, Gillian?" Steve asked her calmly.
"No! Of course I don't!" she cried, throwing the obscene photographs on the table in revulsion and rejection. "They're terrible!"
"Well," he said in an offhand manner, "perhaps you'll find one you'd enjoy. I took a dozen all told, though I've got the others tucked under lock and key at the moment."
"You ... took them?" Tillian wanted to scream, to hit and slash and tear at this vile, beastly man who sat so calmly next to her and freely admitted his part in the horrible debasement of her daughter. "You must be insane!"
"We'll see who's so insane, my dear," Steve rasped harshly, his face suddenly showing anger. "You want all twelve pictures don't you?"
"W ... want them?" Gillian stammered in a sudden, hushed tone of fear.
"Don't be so naive, Gillian. I know a number of dirty picture distributors who would pay plenty to be able to reproduce a hot set like this."
"I'm leaving right this minute, Mr. Shelley! I'm going to call the police and have you locked up in a prison where you belong!"
"No, you won't, my dear. I'd simply deny everything, and it's your word against mine. Besides, think of the scandal it would cause your daughter. You wouldn't want that, would you? On top of the fact that should you call the cops, I'll sell the set the first chance I get!"
"You wouldn't dare!" Gillian said, standing up suddenly.
Steve leaped to his feet and slashed his heavy palm brutally across Gillian's face, knocking her back on the couch. Tears sprang to her eyes and a slight trickle of blood appeared at one corner of her mouth. "Don't ever say I wouldn't dare anything!" he snarled angrily at her. "Just you get it through your stuck-up head that if you don't want the truth about your darling daughter peddled in every bar from San Francisco to Boston, you'd better start treating me right!"
What ... what do you want of me?" Gillian's voice faded to a whisper.
"You know very well what I want of you," he said cynically, sneering with obvious lust. "You're going to work to get those pictures back, baby, work hard to please me."
Gillian sat in a state of shock, dabbing lifelessly at the trickles of blood with her dress sleeve. Yes, she knew what he wanted of her ... her body. The galling truth of her hopeless position flooded her mind, for she was being blackmailed into submitting to this handsome but animalistic man in exchange for the chance to save her daughter's reputation. She would sacrifice herself, she knew after a moment's contemplation, for her own happiness was over, but Tansy's was just beginning, and there wasn't anything she wouldn't do to make her child a better future. She became nauseated as she imagined the lewdly degrading sensation of this strange man's penis buried deep up inside her open vagina, for she was certain that that was what he would demand from her. She knew that she would almost die from the humiliation of it all, the degeneracy of submitting to his cruel lusts where no man had ever been other than her late husband.
She didn't speak, steeling herself to the ordeal that lay ahead, wishing only that she could get it over and done with quickly and get away with that envelope. Then, perhaps, she could live a normal life again.
Steve Shelley read the symptoms of her surrender. "I'm glad you made an intelligent decision about this, my dear," he purred, running his tongue wetly around his lips. "After all, I'm not so bad, am I?"
Gillian left the question unanswered, and kept her eyes to the floor. She couldn't bring herself to look at him. "I want the pictures first, Steve," she finally managed to say.
"Oh, no," Steve said, slapping his hand on the three on the table to show his denial. "We'll play some games first, and if you twitch your pussy real good and at the right times, you can have them tomorrow."
"How ... how do I know you'll give them to me?" she grimaced from the lewdness of his words.
"You'll simply have to trust me. You don't have any other choice, do you?" he said with a victorious smirk. "Come, we'll go to my bedroom now." He led the way down the corridor, Gillian following, almost glad that he wasn't prolonging her agony any longer than necessary. "What do you think of my little chamber of love?" he asked, throwing the bedroom door wide open.
It was the strangest room Gillian had ever seen. It was exactly like her own in size, but the ceiling and an entire wall were completely covered with gilded mirrors. Hanging on the walls were paintings showing the lewdest sexual acts imaginable in a huge orgy of tangled bodies and limbs. It was done very realistically, and there must have been over a hundred figures in it, some in pairs, others in groups of three, four, and five.
"I dabble as a painter occasionally," Steve said modestly.
Gillian stood for a long moment at the door of the hedonistically decored room, revolted and fearful of entering. But she had decided that she had no choice but to submit. He had her exactly where he wanted her, and if she had to degrade herself to save her daughter from ruin, she would do so. In a way, she felt that she had helped create this horrible situation by having failed as a mother somewhere in the raising of Tansy, and this was to be her punishment for it.
There was a thick orange carpet on the floor, and sighing with the hopelessness of her plight, she slipped out of her shoes as Steve had when he'd entered, and padded barefoot into the room.
"Sit down on the bed, my dear Gillian," the lewd blackmailer said, gesturing to the largest water bed she had ever seen. It was covered with the white satin bedspread, but as soft as it was, she felt revulsion stir through her as she slowly settled herself on it.
"Now," ' he said cruelly, "I want to see that beautiful body of yours stripped bare-assed naked. Sit still and let me undress you."
She closed her eyes, forcing her mind to dwell on the pictures she had to earn as she felt the muscular coach's hands hurredly unzip her dress. She lifted her buttocks slightly, and he peeled it from her. Than came her bra, and he whistled in admiration as the large, round spheres emerged. He kissed them hungrily and Gillian cringed as his warm wet lips traced their moist path to the tips, hardening her nipples in spite of her revulsion. Nervous beads of sweat began to roll from Steve's face as he trembling wet palms glided unimpeded over her firm controus, cupping and kneading them brutally until Gillian cried out from the pain and humiliation.
She was completely naked now except for the sheer panties that were only a thin nylon wisp around her lower hips. She had never felt so exposed in all her life, and burning waves of shame crept through her in spite of her now to gain those damaging photographs at any personal sacrifice or mortification. Nausea rose as his thick, lean fingers petted and fondled at her soft yielding flesh, the harshness of his digging fingers leaving white, bloodless prints in their searching trail. Tears welled in her eyes as he pushed her back on the bed. She fell passively, beyond resistance now and thinking only of the lewd envelope with its threat against her daughter.
Steve's breath was coming in heavy snorts as his fingers made light, butterfly contact across her sensitive white flesh to her flimsy white panties. She groaned helplessly as his hand rummaged on the outside, pushing the softness of the smooth nylon material into the thin, quivering slit of her vagina. He played teasingly, pulling gently at the soft little strands of pubic hair that protruded teasingly out from under the leg band. She shut her eyes tightly as his fingers hooked around the elastic band at the top.
"Lift your ass," he ordered, using the blunt word to remind her of his total dominance.
Gillian arched her back hesitantly, feeling the smooth nylon drawn slowly over her voluptuously rounded hips and thighs exposing now the whole of her soft, down-covered crotch.
Steve smacked his lips in appreciation. "You're the first one I've had in quite a while."
He reached below, rubbing his hands lewdly over the full rounded contours of her trembling buttocks, stroking them greedily. He dug his fingers into the softness of the flesh for a moment as though unable to take his hand away, then with the thumb and forefinger of one hand, he gently spread the fleshy, hair-trimmer lips of her vagina apart. They were dry and unprepared, and Gillian clenched her teeth tightly together in fear that he was going to force his way into her and hurt her. Instead, he reached to the small table beside the bed and dug his fingers into a jar of Vaseline. He gently swabbed the lubricating jelly the length of her pink warm slit, inserting his index finger fully into the fleshy warmth of her cunt. He rotated it around and around, swabbing the Vaseline deep into the soft giving folds, preparing it for the entry of his already erect cock that was bulging in entrapment beneath his scarlet smoking jacket.
"You are very tight, my dear Gillian. You've been without a man far too long for your own health. But we'll soon cure that, won't we?"
He chuckled lasciviously, and Gillian cried out in sudden protest as she felt his fingers stretch her vagina cruelly wider, the walls of the narrow pink slit surrounding it aching painfully from the harsh outward pull. "That's more like it," he grinned evilly, pressing his fingers between the lips of the tortured little opening until they were all the way to his palm and he could go no further. She struggled downward to escape the cruel impalement, but it was useless.
She lay in hopeless dejection, so tightly impaled by his fingers that she couldn't find any direction of relief. Waves of shame and humiliation washed over her like some evil tide of foreboding. She was glad now for the Scotch she'd drunk or she could never had stood being held in this lewd position by this evil, blackmailing man free to do with her as he wished. And the worst was that she didn't dare complain, for then he might never decide to give her the damning pictures of her young teenaged daughter.
Her tortured thoughts were interrupted by Steve Shelley removing his hand suddenly and standing up beside the bed. He shed his silken jacket and then was above her again on the bed, looking down at her with his hands on his hips. With the reflections of the mirrors on the ceiling and wall, Gillian felt as though she was surrounded by a phalanx of heavy, erectly throbbing cocks and menacing, sperm-swollen sacs of testicles, all poised at the ready for the deadly thrusts up between her open thighs that she knew were soon to come.
"First, my dear, we must get you in the proper mood for enjoying my lovemaking," Steve said with crooning delight.
She shivered in silent dread in the center of the silken white bed, listening with bated breath as he picked up something from the same table which held the Vaseline. She didn't dare follow his movements for fear of screaming, and she couldn't have stood having the agonies of her humiliation prolonged any further. She just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. She held her breath, waiting with apprehension for his sweating palms and long, probing fingers to once more clamp down and bore into the soft now completely defenseless flesh of her body.
They didn't come.
Instead, she felt a light flicking through the soles of her feet. Something was grazing torturously over the sensitive bottoms, and she jumped in sudden surprise, her eyes jerking open and staring wildly down at the cause of the tingling sensation. Steve Shelley was leaning forward at the foot of the bed, grinning lewdly down at her spread-eagled nakedness. He had in his hands a long thin pole with a curling, fluffy feather at its end, and he was stroking her feet with the tip of it.
She tried to resist its tantalizing little manipulations, but in the master control of the depraved coach, the feathered tickling soon began to drive her mad. "Don't move, my dear," he warned. "Just lie there and enjoy what I'm doing to you. He continued the lascivious strokings slowly up her calves, and Gillian clenched her teeth tight together, willing her muscles to keep still and not make her body thrash wildly about.
Steve smiled lewdly at the effect he was having on her. He paused at the sensitive inner thighs to rotate the feather in small titilating circles against the soft bare flesh, and then he thrust the tip of the soft full feather directly into her slightly parted vaginal lips. Gillian sucked in her fevered breath, unable to prevent herself from drawing her thighs up and apart so that all of her moistly spread vagina was presented to his greedy eyes in her lewd, crab-like stance. He grinned salaciously and jiggled the feather lewdly in the plainly visible lips of her tight, pink cunt. Gillian was going out of her mind, and undulated her quivering buttocks helplessly beneath the tickling torture her body was being subjected to.
"Oh! Oh, please stop! Ooohhhh, please, please, stop! I ... I can't ... stand what you're doing! I ... can't!"
But still the feather teased playfully at the tender parts of her vagina, working its way up the full length of the narrow palpitating crevice to her tiny throbbing clitoris, and flicking maddenly at it until with a sudden groan, Gillian felt it begin a gently involuntary jerking into hardness. She could hear Steve Shelley laughing arrogantly at her reactions as he hovered over her, her desperate pleadings driving him to manipulate the teasing feather faster.
He worked it slowly up over the softly pulsating mound of her genitals and across the flat plane of her belly, pausing for a moment to tickle the delicate little indentation of her navel, and then up the sides of her rib cage, playing tantalizingly with the soft, tender area under her arm. It almost drove her crazy, and it was with relief that she felt it crawl up over her full ripe breasts and begin to gently caress the nipples into throbbing sensitivity. In spite of her revulsion toward the handsome but depraved man who was subjecting her to the horrible indignities, her feelings were slowly changing. Her gasps and moans of humiliation and torment tapered off into deep mewls of helplessly forced pleasure. Her thrashing body quieted to slow, sensuous writhings as the feather slowed its flicking to soft gentle strokings that brought tingles of wicked pleasure to her body, exhausted from the struggles against this lewd torture. Small rivulets of sweat dropped from her torso, wetting the softness of the furry bedcovering below her.
Tears of frustration brimmed her eyes as she felt the control of her body begin to slip away. She had vowed that she would never allow it to betray her, no matter how much temptation it might be subjected to, until she was legally married again. But the utter hopelessness of her submission, and the feather in the hands of this master debaucher, violating all the sensitive and unprotested parts of her tender enslaved flesh were too much not to react to! Unwanted pleasures began to ripple from the depths of her quivering belly as passions long held in self-imposed celibacy were kindled into lewd fires of unbridled sexual craving.
Against her will, her proud firm breasts throbbed up into rock-hard roundness, and the peaks tweaked up hungrily as he tantalizing feather made small delicious circles around the rose-pink areolas. As the maddening instrument began its downward journey again, she found to her fascinated horror that her body was reaching up off the bed to absorb more of its soothing caresses. It dwelled long again on the whiteness of her belly and in the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, again causing a slow uncontrollable undulation of her rebellious hips and causing her again to draw her thighs back up into a splayed crab-like position. The slit of her crotch was again wide open to the leering, lust-crazed eyes of her tormentor above. With a lewd chuckle, he flicked the tip of the lewdly teasing feather quickly without warning against the sensitive puckered ring of her anus, clearly exposed in the openly spread crevice between her full white buttocks. The tight rubbery orifice jerked in surprise, and tried to screw itself down into the mattress to escape the soft, yet malicious probing.
"Aaaahhhhggggg!" she gasped between tightly clenched teeth. "D ... don't! Ooohhhh, please don't! I ... I can't stand it! It's driving me crazy!"
A sadistic laugh answered as she bucked and squirmed against the teasing probe of her tiny clasping anus. She tried with all her strength to clench her buttocks closed and end the excruciatingly pleasurable sensation, torturous flicking of the feather never stopped. There was no relief.
"Oh, please, p ... please, ohhhhh, oooohhhhh, stop, stop, stoooooopppppp!" she grunted, squirming as though being tortured by fire. "You're killing me! You're killing me! You're killing me!"
"Would you rather be fucked there, my dear?" Steve hissed softly, increasing the pressure slightly against her helplessly flexing anal orifice. "Would you rather have me fuck you in the ass?"
"No!" she groaned piteously, the degeneracy of his threat making her shiver with revulsion. "No! No!"
He quickened the flicking feather....
"Aaaaahhhhggggggg! I ... I mean, yes! Yeeesssss!" she babbled helplessly. Anything! Anything, but stop! Stop! Oh, God, please stop!"
As suddenly, as it had begun, the torturous tickling lifted from between her legs. Gillian's exhausted muscles relaxed from their straining, her body relieved from fighting against her humiliation and rising excitement, and a thankful gasp of grateful warm air rushed from her lips. But only momentarily, as the thought of what she had screamed in her mad attempt to escape the torture returned to her mind. Her body had failed her ... failed her as completely as it had when she'd masturbated last night. He would show her no mercy, she knew that. She knew that he would pick and pull at her helplessness until he had destroyed the last remaining vestiges of her resistance and pride, like stepping on a helpless butterfly fluttering in agony. Yet still her mind dwelled with dazed determination on obtaining that packet of pictures. She had to have that packet for Tansy; she just had to! There was no choice, and she fought back the urge to scream at him and curse his wickedness.
Demoniacally, Steve Shelley locked his eyes on her full sensuous lips still muttering nothings out into the air from the torment of his feathering. They were wet and moist from her tongue swirling around them as she lay suffering beneath his torture with unfulfilled desire. He wanted to shove his cock down in between them, and shivered at the mere thought of that moist warm cavern closing around it ... but that would have to wait until later.
Now was the time for the ultimate subjugation of her lovely naked body, the complete surrender of that hot little bitch, Tansy Nash's trembling young mother to his cruel whims! He couldn't wait another moment, or he'd ejaculate from the excitement right where he was! Discarding the feathered pole, he harshly commanded.
"All right, my dear. Roll over and get up on your knees. Hurry! Kneel before me! Kneel up and show me that luscious naked ass of yours!"
She hesitated for a moment, and then felt his eager hands on her hips, jerking her over onto her stomach and raising her quivering moon-shaped buttocks high up off the bed. Crudely, he forced her to spread her legs wide so that the backs of her white, firm thighs were presented invitingly to him, lewdly displaying the full surface of her pink, passion-soaked pussy to his lusting eyes. Her backsides waved in open invitation to the cruel ravishment he had promised to inflict upon her, and her anus throbbed in abject helplessness.
"Gillian, my little pet, I can tell that way down deep at heart you really want to be fucked," he grinned almost reverently with desire.
"Oh, no ... No, I don't! Oh, please don't do this to me!" Tears of anticipated pain and humiliation ran from her cheeks as the realization came to her that nothing she said would stop him. He was going to do it to her there. He was going to plant his long, hard penis fully up her virginal rectum in an unnatural act of sex that she hadn't known existed before. This was the ultimate humiliation and surrender, as her unwilling body was forced to be punished and abused in one of the most obscene and degrading ways possible. She could never live through it. She could never face the world again after this horror and subjugation! Surely she would die!
She cringed her crotch away from him but it was useless. He cupped her soft resilient flesh in his hands, his strong fingers moving over the moon-shaped whiteness of her buttocks, kneading the flaccid globes of soft yielding flesh with his unsatiated lust.
Gillian lay trembling with her face pressed tightly into the mattress. She had the urge to turn her head and look at him to show her defiance, but there was no strength left in her now. She waited unresisting before him, slim and voluptuously curved at the buttocks and thighs which flowered out teasingly from her narrow, beautifully curved waist. She moaned low in a half daze, intensifying the erotic picture of her innocent, almost unused body as she presented it up in helpless sacrifice to the leering dark eyes above it.
The sadistic high school coach moved in closer to her backsides. Gillian could feel a gentle teasing motion not unlike the feather begin along the sensitive outside edges of her vaginal lips staring teasingly just inside the moist pink slit of her wide-spread crotch. Her breasts involuntarily hardened as she realized that Steve Shelley was rubbing the rubbery tip of his cock in the soft wet channel between her buttocks, and goosebumps rippled along her skin. She'd been caught unaware by the gentle probing of her helplessly exposed genitals. She had geared her mind to expect a harsher and more violent attack, but this ... this was different, and was unexpected and subtle, an exquisite sensation she couldn't resist!
She felt sudden shudders coursing along her nerves, their intensity increased a hundred times by the submissive rigidity of her position. Her toes squirmed beneath the teasing softness of his attack, and she groaned, crying as she prayed her body would not betray her again. She couldn't give him the satisfaction of submitting to the lewd desire for that giant penis which was now so deliciously teasing her backsides. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and fought it with all her might ... but the leering Steve knew that it was too late for her, and there was no escape.
"You like my love-making, my dear, I can tell," he crooned. "I shall make you very happy now, happier than you've ever been before." Small beads of sweat were breaking out on his forehead now as his goal was in sight. He knew that he had broken her will to resist, and now she was ready to receive the pleasures of his hardened cock worming up into her open belly.
Gillian moaned again as he increased the speed of his teasing manipulations. She could feel the tips of her nipples hardening into diamond-like chips as her ripe full breasts swayed beneath her quivering chest, and she sighed with the delightful sensations the man behind her was sending through every fiber of her body. Dear God, she must somehow fight. She mustn't succumb as she had been doing ... but ooohhhh, how could she? It was so goooood a feeling!
"What a nice, hairless little hole," she heard him mutter, and then suddenly the long, thick cock teasing at the portal to her vagina moved upwards through the slipperiness of the vasoline he had smeared there earlier and nestled throbbingly in the tiny puckered lips of her defensively clenched anus. She gasped, sucking in her breath, and then Steve grasped her buttocks in both his hands and flicked his hips forward. She grunted from the sudden, excruciating pain of the unexpectedly brutal intrusion spearing into her. She screamed for him to stop, tears running down her cheeks. But his invasion grew, and she felt her thighs being swept aise as his thick, rigid, penis bored forward into the tightly clinging canal of her Vaseline lubricated anus. She ached and could only moan and plead of his mercy.
"Oooohhhh! W ... wait! P ... please wait! You're killing me!" She screamed out in a whimpering sob. "It hurts! You're too big for me there! Ooohhhhhh, stop!"
"My dear, we have just begun. You haven't even taken half of me up in your pretty little asshole yet," he taunted the stricken mother, driving still more of his fleshy shaft forward into the walls of her tightly stretched rectum.
"Aaaaaagggggghhhhh!" she cried, the penetration increasing. She felt as if someone were levering her thighs apart to split her tormented body all the way up to her vibrating breasts. His huge, unending cock throbbed on, expanding the warm, moist flesh wrapped tightly around it. It continued its nerve-shattering conquest, pushing far up inside her rectum, the pain unbearable to her with every inch of her passage it took. She fought in wild desperation against the brutal fleshy pole sunk in her backside, but then in a final groan of hopeless surrender, her strength failed, and Steve, flicking his hips forward the final inch, imbedded his thick hard cock all the way up to his testicles in the soft flaccid tunnel of her ass. She grunted in submission, her eyes and mouth opened wide in torment as she could feel the course hair of his loins grinding cruelly into the softness of her buttocks cheeks.
Steve, muttering obscenities behind her and gasping with sadistic pleasure, began to fuck rhythmically and unmercifully deep into the soft depths of her back passage, bringing further sobs of pain and misery from her tortured lips. She had never felt so soiled or debauched in her life, and her whole behind felt wet and used as he levered up on his knees and began to lunge the full length of his punishing rod into her with long, smooth strokes. It pulled tiny ridges of her pink, clasping anal flesh out with the base of his cock as it withdrew for another viscious lunge inside. She was dimly aware of Steve snorting gleefully to hiself and gripping hard on her soft, globular buttocks with each lunge the rampaging penis made into her rectum, trapping her servile body between his skewering from behind and the furry bedcover of the mattress in front. She was hopelessly trapped in her kneeling position, painfully bent like an errant slave before its cruel master.
Her body jerked and quivered, and her thighs periodically convulsed as an extra hard thrust seared into her tortured asshole. She could hear his grunts of pleasure and hated herself and her body for the joy it was giving him, though there was nothing she could do about it. She wanted to destroy him, to kill him for the degradation and the humiliation he was heaping upon her against her will. In spite of the pain, she stretched her mind and clasped tight her anal muscles, trying desperately to rip the plunging column of flesh from his body.