Chapter 2
She was back at the bar, Romeo's. She had given Tom the envelope and had hurried out, not wanting to see how he used the heroin. Now she was standing in front of Mac Zephyr again.
"Come on," he said, getting to his feet. "If you're as clean as you say, I'll have a lotta use for you. Don't worry, most of it won't be as bad as you think."
"I don't think anything, one way or the other," she said dully.
"Good," he nodded, gripping her arm. "That's the best way."
He led her out of the bar and they walked over to the nearby parking lot. Mae waved at the man in the little booth, and the man, in turn, shouted, "Ramon, bring out the Riviera."
Two minutes later, a shining blue-and-white Riviera was standing at the curb, and Jill was getting in on the passenger side while Mac slid behind the wheel.
"Gonna show you something," he said to her, and moved the car into traffic, narrowly missing two drunks who staggered by.
He drove to Fifty-ninth Street, went across the bridge, then moved the car along the Long Island Expressway, taking her all the way out to Southampton. He wheeled the car in and out of narrow streets, most of them gravel streets with no sidewalks, passing multitudes of large homes, until he finally pulled into the driveway of a huge, rambling white wooden structure.
'This is home," he told her. "Come on."
They got out of the car, went inside, and Jill was stunned to see the spacious rooms, the expensive furniture, the imagine wallpaper, and the deep-pile carpeting.
He led her into a wide solarium, with glass windows that allowed the sun to come in without allowing anyone to see in. It was wide, with chaise lounges all over.
"So you're a virgin, eh?" he queried, looking at her.
"That's right. You can send me to any doctor to find out."
"Nan!" he told her, shaking his head. "I'll find out myself, my own way. In time. Right now, I want a good look at you. I wanna make sure you don't got needle marks on you, yourself, and I wanna be sure you ain't got no black-and-blue marks either."
He led her to the middle of the room and walked away, sitting on one of the chaises as if he were some kind of a sultan.
"Turn around," he ordered, and she slowly turned, letting him look at her from all sides.
"Yeh!" he nodded. "What I see, I like. Now I wanna see more."
"I can't show you anymore without undressing," she insisted. "Yeh!" he nodded.
"I...please...I don't know if I can...I mean, I've never...in front of a man before.. . . "
"Cut the crap," he snapped at her. "A lotta guys are gonna be lookin' at you with the idea of gettin' into you. You're just the lure, baby. After we make 'em pay, we'll let 'em screw some other tramp. But I want 'em gettin' a good look at you, but before they see you, I gotta see you to make sure you're all right all the way."
"Well...uhhh...I guess...I mean, well...all right.. . . "
She nervously fingered the buttons on her cheap blouse, weighing what he was telling her. She knew full well that even if he didn't try and force the money out of her, all he had to do was withhold any nickel bags from her brother. Tomorrow, Tom would need another fix. He would need a fix every day of his life, for the rest of his life. Color filled her cheeks as she realized she had no choice but to comply with Mac Zee.
Closing her mind to what she was doing, she began to mechanically undo the blouse buttons one at a time. She worked her way down to her slender waist. The embarrassed young blonde felt the smallest chill as air brushed over the smoothness of her lovely naked belly. She quivered a little, aware of her nipples starting to harden in the brassiere encasing them.
With her two hands she reached behind her and undid the catch on her skirt. Then she tugged the zipper down and allowed the skirt to fall around her ankles. She was wearing pantyhose and not panties.
Mac nodded, pulling at the ends of his mustache, making Jill think of the dastardly villain that used to be on stage in the old days. He allowed his eyes to wander up and down, once again not lingering anywhere. Mac Zee didn't have to undress her with his eyes. She was undressing for him. Soon he would be enjoying her flesh.
Yes, that was what he wanted more than anything. Mac Zee had fucked blondes, brunettes, redheads, brown-haired women, and even gray-haired cunts. But he had never yet had a virgin. If this blonde chick was telling the truth, he would be fulfilling the only fantasy he'd ever had concerning women. Well, why not! Besides, if she really was a virgin, and nice and clean, he'd have some really good use for her. There was the old Godfather who would love to get his hands on a luscious morsel like this. All the other cunts he had fucked were used, no matter how young they were. But this one, even after Mac Zee got finished fucking her, would be virtually new. He'd always be able to claim she lost her cherry while horseback riding or something. He'd say she was still a virgin. She looked like class. The Dons loved fucking classy women. They hated having to settle for the tramps they did use. good-looking though they were. Hell! All of them, even the Vegas showgirls, were tramps as far as the Dons were concerned. They liked society chicks. Well Mac Zee was going to turn this twat into a society chick. Then he'd turn her over to the Dons, and they would love giving it to her. He had no intention of teaching her any sexual refinements. The Dons had enough of that with all the pros they fucked. This one was a pure amateur all the way, and this was what they would love.
Yeah, she looked good, from her lovely blonde head right down to her small feet. He liked the long, swan-like neck and the way it curved down to the jutting swells of her well-formed breasts, breasts whose nipples already were pressing firmly against the material of her brassiere. God! What tits! They weren't huge, but they were perfectly shaped, and Mac Zee loved well-shaped breasts. His eyes went to the trim, inverted curve of her lovely waist right down to her swelling hips which led to the perfection of her long legs. Shit! This chick had one helluva shape on her. Considering she was too poor to stay away from the starchy foods, it meant she wouldn't get fat in a hurry. Good! Mac'd be able to make good use of her, and the various Godfathers would really show their gratitude by expanding his territory.
"Yeh! You're all there, all right, baby," he nodded.
Jill stared down at the tiled floor of the solarium, her lovely face flushed with suffused color.
"Please don't talk about it," Jill said to him. "I don't know what you intend doing, but whatever it is, I'd like to get it over and done with as soon as possible."
He didn't take his eyes from her for a moment. "Sure, baby, sure, it'll all be over before you know it. But I wanna see a little more. That pantyhose covers up a lot. That bra, too. That definitely has to go. You're prime merchandise, but I have to make sure. After all, for what I have in mind, I can't use anything but the ultra-finest."
"I see," Jill nodded sullenly.
She was angry at the way he was talking to her, as if she were some infant brat. Angrily, she reached around behind her with both hands and undid the catches holding her brassiere.
"Yeh! You've got the idea!" Mac nodded.
"I'll show you what you want," she said angrily, blinking back stinging tears of embarrassment. No man had ever seen this much of her before. She loosened the straps and allowed the harness to slowly slide down her arms, letting it fall to the tiled floor.
Her proud young white breasts with their pink nipples and equally pink areolae stood up, quivering vulnerably in the open air. She was aware of her tautly up-thrust nipples hardening even more as Mac's hungrily riveting appraisal locked onto them. They stood up without the littlest trace of sag, her rigid, pink-tinted nipples thrusting boldly ahead like two pink eyes returning his stare.
Mac Zee took a long time savoring the sight of her rounded mammaries. With near reluctance, his gaze finally left the twin, jutting bulges of her ripely formed breasts, allowing his eyes to run down the smooth, unblemished expanse of her flat belly, moving past the dimpled indentation of her naval.
"Now off with the pantyhose," he insisted, licking his lips, knowing beyond the shadow of a doubt that he was going to use this lovely blonde to fulfill a multitude of fantasies.
Jill hesitated, then finally peeled the pantyhose down, catching the tight elastic waistband and guiding it over the gentle flare of her delightful-looking hips. She didn't realize it, but her thumbs had also caught the gossamer material of her bikini panties, as well. She made no effort to separate the two garments. As one, she tugged them to her ankles, exposing the golden V of sparse pubic hair. When she removed the pantyhose, she tried tugging the white panties back up in order to cover her defenseless nakedness.
"Why bother?" Mac Zee asked, licking his lips. "You're only gonna have to take 'em off again, anyway. Just pull those panties off. You're gonna show me everything you got, honey."
The evil-looking man was sitting on the edge of the chaise, leaning forward, the hard look in his glazed eyes becoming even harder as he savored the sight of the lovely, full-bodied blonde with intensified lust. Yeah, she was doing as he ordered, peeling right down to her naked flesh before his very eyes, and from the way she was doing it, it was obvious she hadn't done this for any other man. He was glad he hadn't had to belt her a few times to teach her a lesson. It would have been a shame to blemish such delightful white skin.
She accepted her humiliation silently. Her cheeks were two bright-red patches, looking like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting. When she hesitated pulling the panties from around her ankles, Mac signaled with his hand for her to continue.
"Don't give me a hard time, Jill, that is your name, Jill," he insisted, his hand tugging at his collar as his other hand pulled his shirt from inside his pants.
Heavy beads of perspiration were rolling down his stubbled neck.
"I, I'm sorry," she murmured abjectly.
"We made a deal, honey. As long as you do as I say, big brother gets his daily supply of horse, and you get a little something extra on the side, as well."
"I see," Jill murmured, realizing she had suddenly involved herself in something long-range and not merely for one day. She was trapped.
Stepping out of her panties, she kicked them to the side, and now she stood with nothing on, her youthful nakedness displayed to the eagerly probing eyes of the staring man.
God! It was almost as if one was able to see VIRGIN written all over her. She was better-looking than any of the multitudes of cunts he had known in all the time he had been in this business. In fact, she was the most delectable and perfect specimen of ripe femininity he had ever known, and he had known one helluva lot of nice nookie. As if anticipating she would be really nice, he had brought her here, to his home, something he had never done with any other chick.
Mac grinned widely as he looked forward with eager anticipation to what he had planned for this lovely blonde beauty Her flesh was milk-white, but a wholesome white, tinged with pink, and not merely a pallid white like those of the whores who remained indoors all the time. Those areolae of hers had a rich pink to them the like of which he had never imagined before. All the other women he had known had either had brown, tan, or pale pink nipples, but nothing approaching the perfection of this color. Her thighs were close together, preventing him from seeing the pinkness of her vaginal cleft, but even without looking he knew it would be as rich a pink as her breasts. Not only that, but he was certain she would be nice and tight, not just because she was a virgin, but because of the firmness of the rest of her body.
Now, for the first time, he allowed his imagination to run rampant. He was picturing himself kneeling between those thighs, seeing those gracefully long legs twined tightly around his back as he burrowed into the narrowness of that tight, hot pink slit of hers. He saw himself fucking her until she screamed for mercy. She was no dried-out prostitute, and he had no intention of simply climbing onto her as he did all the other whores. This was a virgin, and he was going to enjoy every little moment deflowering her. Yeah, he was going to fuck the lovely ass off her, and he knew she would comply, no matter how much she hated the idea.
Not that he was worried about her hating it. He had never yet known a cunt that hadn't loved his cock in the end.
"Yeah," he nodded. "You're gonna do just right for what I have in mind," letting her know he had lots of long-range plans for her. She had started on a road from which there was no return, dragged down into the gutter because of her brother's stupidity. "Turn around one more time, baby, so I can get me one really good look at all of you."
Jill obeyed, and though she should have almost become used to his staring, she still felt embarrassed, and her face reddened as she slowly turned her naked, lushly globular asscheeks toward his greedily probing stare. Her firm, high buttocks were tightly clenched and he noted how they tucked tantalizingly under at the tops of her smoothly flaring thighs. Long and supple, her delightful bare legs stretched in tapering perfection to the trim swell of her calves. Even her bare feet were tauntingly inviting, dainty little girl's feet with small, slender little curled-under toes as she stood in front of this vile man quivering with defenseless embarrassment.
"Yeh!" he nodded. "That's quite a casing you have for your pussy, baby. Yeah, no doubt about it, looking like that, I can use you for a long time. I'm gonna take good care of you. I don't want you getting that shopworn look."
She turned back to face him, realizing the futility of attempting to cover her lovely nakedness.
"Do whatever you want and get it over with," she murmured.
"I will, I will, all in good time," Mac assured her. "But now, while you still have all that virgin loveliness, I'm gonna need pictures. No one'll-believe what a gorgeous sweet thing I have unless they see pictures. You just spread yourself out on that chaise over there," he said, standing, "while I take a bunch of Polaroid shots."
Pictures! The ultimate humiliation! Tom Caldwell's sister, who no one had been able to look at the wrong way when she had been fully dressed, was now going to have nude photos taken of her so the whole world would be able to look at her.
Jill knew better than to argue with the man. She sat on the edge of the chaise, her knees clamped tightly together, her arms folded demurely over the swells of her ripely jutting breasts. She wriggled about somewhat uncomfortably as Mac produced a camera from somewhere inside the house and returned.
"Come on now," Mac chastised. "Not like that! You can give me a better pose than that. I want you stretching out. You know, look sexy and inviting. I'm sure you must have seen some of the poses in girlie magazines."
"No," she told him. "I never looked at one."
Following Mac's instructions, she finally stretched out, sprawling across the chaise as she felt the webbing bite into her naked flesh. She leaned back a little, propping her head up slightly, her hands at her sides. He suggested she turn on her side a bit more, and the lovely blonde obediently shifted her weight, facing the camera. Her nerves were quivering as he aimed the camera at her naked self.
"Overlap one leg on top of the other. We'll let 'em see some inner thigh without really giving 'em a glimpse of cunt. Hold it!"
He began snapping pictures, moving around, changing her poses, and all during this, Jill was scarlet with embarrassment. She prayed for the terrible humiliation to come to an end.
'"My God!" she gasped, when he had completed an entire roll. "Don't you have enough pictures?"
She suddenly sat up, feeling extremely uncomfortable. She automatically clamped her slender thighs together as she folded her arms across the creamy white bulges of her swelling breasts.
Mac put the camera down on a nearby table and moved toward her, his eyes flashing, semaphoring his interest in her, making his want for her as obvious as if he had scrawled it across a billboard.
"Oh God!" she gasped. "Don't look at me like that. You're scaring me. Please...."
Mac laughed, his voice sounding like the crack of doom itself. "Me, frighten you? Come on, honey, you got nothing to be scared of. You're gonna make me a big man, and I'm gonna make you rich, you'll see. At the same time, we'll keep your brother nicely supplied."
Jill wriggled her bottom against the webbing of the outdoor chaise in the solarium, cringing, vainly trying to pull away from the menacing man. He looked like some horrible carnivorous animal as he came closer to her, staring at her as if she were a morsel to be eaten.
She tried standing up as he sat beside her, but Mac reached down and gripped her two ankles and shoved her onto the chaise again.
"No!" she gasped. "Please! Please don't touch me! Stay away from me! Oh God! Don't!" she begged, pleading as tears poured from her eyes.
Her very helplessness aroused the animal instincts that much more in Mac. He laughed, then maliciously snapped, "Go on, baby. Scream your fucking head off! It'll do you good. This is the spring, and the other houses around here are still empty for the most part. Not that it would matter if they were occupied. You see, we're far enough away from those other houses so that no one'll ever hear you. What's more, there's no way back to the city except for me driving you. Now tell me, do you really want to go back to that rat trap where you live with your junkie brother?"
He was sneering all the while, his hands at his belt, undoing it. Jill saw the movement and she realized her worst fears were about to come true.
"Oh no!" she gasped. "You wouldn't...not now...not right now...not out here."
She tried squirming away from him, doing her best to escape. But Mac smiled, reached out, and with ordinary strength, tugged her right back to where he had her before.
"What's wrong with right here?" he asked. "This is an enclosed room. No one can see in or out, except the sun. "Yeh, baby! Here...now! You ain't going anywhere, except to heaven by way of my cock," he insisted, unzipping his pants. "You don't wanna run off and be caught by some cops for indecent exposure. I'd have one helluva time getting you outta the clink. By then, your brother'll have cold-turkeyed himself to death. You haven't got any right being a virgin, baby. So I'm gonna do the honors and get rid of that troublesome bit of tissue in your cunt. I'm not only gonna fuck you, but you're gonna love it so much, you'll be begging me for more."
"Oh God...please...don't talk like that. . . you scare me . . . " she gasped, her eyes clouded with tears as she turned her head away.
Mac retained a firm grip on her calf, his fingers digging into as he finished yanking his zipper down the rest of the way.
"Here, baby," he told her, a wide grin splitting his malicious face. "This is just what the doctor ordered for a cunt like you."
He reached into his fly as if he were probing into a deep grocery bag, and he suddenly yanked out a long, thick, swellingly menacing penis. It flopped lewdly over his zipper, the bloated tip swelling in size as it seemingly sniffed the open air.
Jill shrieked with terror as the mustached man's penis made its appearance before her. She had occasionally seen her brother's penis when he had torn off his clothing and flopped on his bed at night. But it had always been a lifeless thing, something attached to him for the sole purpose of helping him void. But this. . . this was some kind of monster. Not yet rigid, it still looked to be three times longer and thicker than her brother's.
"I'll scream!" Jill gasped. "Oh God! I'll scream! I will!"
Mac merely grinned at her as he remained standing, gripping her two trim ankles, pulling her naked body into position on the webbed chaise so that her head was no longer resting on the upraised part of it. She reached behind her, trying to somehow get a firm-enough grip on the webbing, but it was hopeless.
"I didn't come looking f you," Mac told her, slapping her arm. "You came to me. I spelled things out to you, and you agreed. Now you just lie back, 'cause you're gonna keep the terms of our agreement whether you like it or not. But if you do like I say, you'll like it a lot better."
Jill was trembling with uncontrolled terror, feeling a strong sense of inner revulsion as the porcupine-haired man rose to one knee. With his free hand, he dropped his pants and undershorts to mid-thigh. Now she was able to see the entire length of his bulky phallus as well as the bloated weightiness of his sperm-bloated testicles, dangling as they did like two tennis balls encased in leather under the huge, stubby probe of his penis
Mac realized she was unconsciously sizing him up. All dames did that. She was inwardly making all kinds of appraisals concerning his masculinity, and it made him laugh to know what kind of thoughts were running through her pristine mind at that particular moment. She was stunned and she had a right to be. Even the pros had wide eyes when looking at his cock.
He had an immense prick, not only lengthwise, but breadth-wise. Sure there were other cocks both longer and thicker. But his was just the right length and thickness so that he was able to fit all of it into a woman's cunt. Any longer, and he would never have gotten it all inside.
He had to laugh while looking at her. Pure bitch! Saving her hole for Mr. Right. Shit! A cunt was meant to be fucked, and anyone lucky enough to fuck it had the right to it. Hell! His cock was as right for her pussy as any cock would ever be. It was obvious from the horror in this bitch's eyes that she thought herself too good for the -likes of him. Hell! He was gonna pump her so hard and fast she'd fill up with air and float away. By the time he was finished with her, she'd be like all the others, begging him for more, lots more. By then, the novelty of her would have worn off, and he'd be able to use her in the manner he had intended. She'd make a lot of Dons very happy, especially the Old Man, himself.
But right now she was his. He was unable to keep himself from maliciously grinning as he looked her over, taking in her youth, her innocence, her naivete, all packaged in lushly ripened nakedness, like a peach. Here she was, all naked and inviting, lusciously perched as if on a pedestal, waiting for the pressure of his cock.
No! Not yet! Before he "cocked" her, he was going to show her just how much pleasure she had missed out on all these years by having nothing to do with sex. He was going to suck that pretty pink pussy, a pussy that seemingly winked back at him as if knowing what lay in store for it, even if the rest of her was unaware of it.
He lifted one knee awkwardly, careful to maintain his balance, and he shoved the upraised knee between her thighs, forcing her to keep them somewhat apart. Then he tugged on her legs with both arms so that she had to keep her weight on her shoulders as he lifted her rump until it was almost off the chaise. Now he had her helplessly pinned as if they were in a wrestling match.
The panic-stricken young blonde wriggled in an attempt to get away from the horrible man as he rose on one knee and managed to tug his pants and undershorts down, pulling it over the ankle of a foot he had already shed of its shoe. Then he freed his other leg, as well.
Jill realized what little strength she did have was quickly waning. She stared at him with wide open eyes, mutely pleading with him to stop, her mind whirling, a half-dazed windmill of fear and utter humiliation.
"Please . . . " she begged out loud. "You can't, you just can't."
She was helplessly wriggling as he held her naked form pinned tightly to the chaise, hunching victoriously over her lithe body.
His immensely hairy balls were brushing the flatness of her smooth white belly. His thick dome of penile glans now began swelling and hardening as the shaft to which it attached elongated and stiffened.
"Stop all this," Mac snapped, anger in his eyes. "You knew this was the price without my having to spell it out." He was gripping his stiff cock tightly in his right hand, as if showing it to her. "By the time we're finished, you're gonna want more of it, so do yourself a favor and stop fighting me, honey."
"I'll never like it," Jill gasped, "Never, never, never! I'm afraid, oh God! Please...don't do this."
"You're gonna do it, honey. Do you know why you're gonna do it? If you don't do it, I'll shoot you full of skag and fuck you anyway, and you'll become an addict just like your brother."
Easing his muscular form forward, the vicious man slid his hairy, naked loins over the body of the helplessly pinioned blonde, rubbing his ass against her trembling belly. He kept moving forward until his weighty balls settled lasciviously between the bulging swells of her quaking breasts. As his knees dug into the webbing of the chaise, her pink, swollen nipples jutted straight up at him, the tenderly soft curve of her delightfully molded mammaries resting against his inner thighs where he straddled her.
Pressing the fleshy mounds of her heaving breasts tightly together, he squeezed the turgid length of his swollen cock between them, enjoying the feel of their warm resilience. A barely audible sigh of thrilled delight escaped from between his thin lips as he became aware of the delightfully yielding softness caressing the full length of his solidly swollen shaft. It was as stiff as it would ever be, a massive pylon poking its ruby head from the crevice and pressed solidly against her breastbone.
Jill stared at the tip with wide eyes, more terrified than ever at the sight of it this close to her face. Tears trickled from beneath her lids as she shut her eyes to close out the horrible sight confronting her. She was hoping, praying for some kind of miracle to release her from this nightmare. But as she lay there, she realized the hopelessness of her position. She was completely at the mercy of this drooling madman, and whatever he wanted her to do, she knew she would eventually agree to. Her mind reeled at the thought of having to tell her brother of this. Then it occurred to her that Tom was so far gone, he wouldn't give a damn.
"I'm gonna suck that sweet pussy of yours," Mac told her. "But first I want you to get a whiff of my cock. The next time you smell it, it'll set your juices sizzling, and you'll be hot for me."
"No!" she gasped. "No! Don't do this! I don't want you to do what you said you'd do. Please, please, just let me go."
"You don't want me to lap that pussy of yours?" Mac asked, his eyes wide with amazement.
"No!" she gasped. "I don't, definitely not!"
"Okay," he nodded. "If you don't want your cunt lapped, I won't do it."
"Oh, thank God!" Jill gasped. "Thank God! You mean it, don't you? You'll keep your word?"
"For now," he nodded, his blazing eyes staring at her with abounding hunger. "We'll do something different. like to begin with, we'll make you do the sucking. You can suck my cock! Don't hand me shit about never having done it before. I don't care. I just want you to do it now. Suck it real good, and maybe, if you're good enough, we'll end today's session when I come."
It took a moment for the full momentum of what he was saying to register on her mind, but when his words were clear to Jill, they slammed against her as if she had been stepped on by an elephant.
"You have to be out of your mind!" she gasped, staring cross-eyed at the red tip he was poking at her. "I won't do it! I'll never do it!" she insisted, struggling with what little strength remained to free her naked form from the man's vise-like grip. But his strong, hairy loins pinned her helplessly to the chaise, and she was totally powerless to escape the man.
She suddenly remembered something her brother had once told her. If a man attacked her, hit him where he was most vulnerable. Somehow, she pulled an arm out to the side, balled her hand into a fist, and weakly hit him in the scrotum. Had she had all her strength, it might have been enough to make him leap off her.
As it was, he yelled in agony, his hands immediately clutching at the painfully throbbing sac of his balls. This, at least, made him let go of her for a moment.
That moment was all Jill needed. like a slithering snake, she managed to slip out from beneath him. Her legs hit the floor and she gained some leverage.
Jumping to her feet, she grabbed her clothing and bolted through the house, thinking to reach the front door and somehow get outside. Right now, nothing mattered but safely getting away. She stumbled more than once as she ran across the heavy carpeting in the various rooms, but she finally got to the door. Her hand turned the knob. Locked! She tried turning the little lock on the knob, but it was no use. Above the first lock was a second, double-deadbolt lock, and it required a key on the inside as well as the outside. There was no way out.
"You dumb, stupid little twat!" Mac snapped at her as he stumbled along behind her, still clutching his balls. "Did you think I was that easy to get away from? The next time, you'd better not settle for just hitting me in the balls. You'd better shoot me there, 'cause that's the only way you'll ever stop me."
"Please.. . " she gasped.
"Shut up!" he grimly told her. "Get used to this place, baby. I brought you here for a reason, and that reason was more than just fucking you. You're gonna live here until further notice. You're gonna stay here, jaybird naked, and when I bring guests here, you're gonna show that pretty little ass to them, and they're gonna fuck you, whether it's in your cunt, your mouth, or your ass. Maybe they'll fuck that belly button of yours for all I care. But wherever they wanna fuck you, that's where they're gonna fuck you. What's more, you beggin' them to help you ain't gonna do you a damn bit of good. Get used to bein' my slave, 'cause that's just what you are from this moment on, a slave."
Too frightened to run again, Jill cowered before the muscular body of the hairy man as he lumbered toward her. She awkwardly covered her sparse, golden, V-shaped triangle of hair as well as the pink extensions of her rubbery nipples.
"P-please...oh, please...I-I'm sorry, I'm so s-sorry...I really didn't mean to hurt you...please. . . " she whimpered weakly, her lower jaw trembling as she spoke.
"Cut out that crap, honey. I don't feel pity, not for anyone, especially not for cunts," the man muttered, grabbing her wrist and hauling her into the living room where he hurled her onto a nearby divan. Jill felt the cold material touching her back and she shivered. "You just lay there, and get ready to do like you're told."
Timidly, Jill managed to sit on the edge of the sofa, her knees clamped together in a ludicrous mockery of modesty as the hairy, evil man once again closed in on her. She had her arms once again folded over her chest.
Gripping her painfully by the shoulder, digging his fingers into her soft flesh, Mac pressed hard, knowing he would leave bruises. But as far as he was concerned, bruises seemed to be the only way this cunt was going to learn to behave. She would heal fast enough so she'd be ready when he wanted to offer her to the Dons. With the pressure of his hand, he forced her to the floor, on her knees, making her feel even more debased. Jill knew better than to try hitting him again. She had learned her lesson. The fire in his eyes told her that if she resisted one more time, he would hurt her excruciatingly.
Yanking her by her lovely long, blonde hair, he pulled her face toward his hairy loins, jamming her cheeks flatly against his temporarily limp cock. Her hitting his balls had taken the swelling out of it.
"Ummm mmm phhh hhhhh...rrr phhhhhh. . . "
She found herself unable to open her mouth and say anything as he held her face crushed firmly against him, her lips twitching as they felt the smooth, rubbery head of his flaccid penis.
Jill's stomach tightened in a sudden near-panic as her tongue tasted the saltiness of his leaking oils. He continued pressing the shrunken organ against her mouth, and the idea of doing what he wanted her to do nauseated her.
The burning knot of terror continued to swell in her stomach, and she felt herself on the verge of throwing up. No! If she did that, he'd wait until she was finished and just keep on trying, and she'd taste her own vomit in addition to everything else. Tears of abject degradation and helpless surrender streamed down her swollen cheeks as she realized there was no escape from this horrible act. God! Possibly, had she been in love with the man, she might have considered doing something like this. But with this awful, foul-smelling man it became an act of total debasement. It was more horrible than anything she might have pictured him making her do.
"Stop fighting it," he said to her. "You know what I want, so do it!"
His fingers were intertwined in her lovely blonde hair, twisting the strands around his fingers. He grabbed more hair with his other hand and twisted until her mouth opened because of the pain she was feeling.
"Huuuunnnggghhh!" she gasped.
"Suck it!" he ordered. "Suck it good!"
She pulled her head back a little in spite of the pain of his gripping her hair, and cried, "It smells!"
"So wash it with your mouth!" he laughed. "Suck it and make it nice and clean at the same time."
Jill didn't know what to do. She wanted to beg for mercy, but when her lips opened wider so that she would have been able to plead, Mac wasted no time in swiftly ramming the once-again turgid length of stiff phallus between them. With a hard snap of his hairy pelvis he filled her virginal mouth with the full length of the fleshy, blood-swollen cock. Her cheeks hollowed instinctively, sucking inward as her lips pulled uncontrollably around the shaft. God! She was degrading herself even more than he was shaming her by displaying an innate willingness to suck. But she was unable to help herself. Her tongue pressed against the underside, and her palate felt the scrape of the red bulb on the tip as it now began pushing into her gullet.
"Suck on it, on all of it, you damn bitch!" Mac ordered. "Keep sucking, keep it nice and stiff, baby. If you're real good, I'll give you an extra treat by maybe shooting down your throat."
Jill glanced up at him, her eyes softly pleading, hoping that somewhere in this man there was a spark of decency. But the menacing grin creasing his hard face told her there was no hope for her.
Instinctively, she tried forcing her tongue lower in the hope of keeping it from touching the underside of the heavy staff. But this she found impossible, because the organ was so thick, it filled her mouth to capacity. Her lips, her palate, and her inner cheeks clung moistly to the organ, forcing her tongue against it, as well.
His fingers tightened in her hair as he yanked her head back, pulling his cock out of her mouth as he yelled at her, "Lick it!"
Timidly, Jill touched her previously virginal tongue to the insistently throbbing head of his hard and fleshy phallus. She was terrified of the response she would receive from him. At the mere thought of his emptying his sperm down her gullet, she gagged. It would be the ultimate humiliation. But if she didn't do as he said, he would hurt her and then force her to do it, anyway.
Bloated with pulsatingly hot, throbbing blood, the swollen penile staff continued enlarging and thickening as it stiffened even more. Her tongue was reluctantly caressing the tip again and again. As it began to grow even longer and thicker, Jill became that much more terrified. This time her fright was very real and not just the fear of doing something disgusting. She was afraid the organ, shoved down her pharynx, might strangle her.
Without saying anything, Mac suddenly yanked his cock all the way back with a quick tug of his hips. Jill opened her eyes and looked up at this man who had enslaved her, wondering why he had pulled away just now.
"I told you I had a surprise for you, bitch!" he sneered at her, holding his dilated phallic length with his left hand now, allowing the bloated tip to brush back and forth against her soft lips. "You'll be swallowing a lotta my sperm in the future, but not today, baby. You're a virgin, a real virgin, and I'm gonna find out just how virginal you are. I'm gonna fuck that tight little twat of yours. Now, you gonna do as I tell you, or do I gotta get rough again?"
Jill looked down at the carpeted floor, too humiliated to look him in the eye as he continued to evilly glare at her. "I...can't fight you anymore, Mr. Zephyr," she told him. "I'll do anything you say."
The words coming out of her weak and hoarse, and she was astonished to hear her voice cracking with fear as she admitted to total ultimate surrender. Her only escape was to go along with whatever he wanted for as long as he wanted. She hoped he would tire of her quickly enough. Once he threw her out, she would somehow or other convince her brother to go to a clinic and once again get on the methadone treatment.
"I was gonna fuck you the right way," Mac told her. "But you don't deserve that, considering all the trouble you put me through. So you get up here on the sofa, on your knees, baby, with your ass pointed out."
Shamefully, the helpless blonde obeyed, still unable to look her merciless tormenter in the eye. She involuntarily shivered, then kneeled on the sofa. Her twin, firm buttocks were tightly clenched, like a velvet fist, concealing the forbidden orifice of her puckered little anus. Her defensively clamped thighs also hid the juicy softness of her tender young vaginal slit.
Gripping the round shapes of her firm young buttocks with his two hands, Mac spread them wide apart, shallowing the deep crevice with his thumbs, giving himself an unobstructed view of the taut, muscular ring of her tiny, cringing anus as well as the warm, moist pink softness of her vaginal cleft. Her lips were fleshily puckered, but spread just enough to make him hunger to feel them around his cock.
Jill's slender body tensed like a coiled spring in terrifying anticipation of the pain she knew she would feel. Losing one's virginity was always a painful experience, or so her high school friends had told her. She waited expectantly, certain of the agonies about to invade her body, totally unprepared for what happened next. '
Mac knew women, and he knew it was better to make them like it than to make them hate it. Once they liked it, they became willing enough slaves, and he had to have Jill totally willing by the time she would be ready for the Dons.
Skillfully, the man spread the soft, coral flanges of her vulnerably proffered young vagina, opening wide the hot, wet lips and brushing aside the softly curling blonde hairs that lined the sides of her damply narrow crevice. When the narrow slit was spread a bit wider, exposing the fluted edges of her sodden vaginal portal, Mac slowly lowered his head. He instantly caught the waft of tender fragrance coming from her pussy. She was one clean girl, this one. Yeah, even if she was a virgin, she knew how to take good care of her interior. The Dons would like that. Shit! He sure liked it.
Jill's body stiffened and then cracked like a whip as his tongue made its first, arousing, electric incision against the tautly sensitive, nerve-filled flesh making up her soft inner lips.
"Unnnnhhhh...ohhhhhhhh...Godddddd. . . " the startled young blonde gasped, her lower jaw trembling uncontrollably as Mac's delving tongue probed deeper, deftly investigating her forbidden vaginal regions, bringing shivers of wicked delight coursing unwanted over her obscenely kneeling nakedness. She trembled in violent spasms, blushing a deep carmine with embarrassment. God! She felt so humiliated that this total stranger, this awful, horrible man was capable of bringing such a licentious response from her treacherously rebellious body. The worst thing was, she was powerless to stop her reactions.
Opening her wetly trembling vaginal furrow wider with his thumbs, the man began burrowing his slithering tongue that much deeper into the heatedly juicy slit, poking licentiously into hidden crevices no part of man had ever touched before. Each worming probe of the oral organ brought a new quiver of aroused helplessness to her nakedly wriggling form. Her breasts were mashed against the sofa cushion beneath her kneeling body, and her helplessly exposed asscheeks seemed to lift themselves even higher as if inviting even more of the oral probing. God! She fell so unprotected and vulnerable to his lustful expert plundering.
Mac knew he was good with his tongue. He had lapped enough whores' cunts, though he'd made sure they were properly douched out, first. This snotty little blonde bitch was no different from other women when it came to responding to his lapping. His eyes squinted with wanton anticipation as he thought of his aching, distended penis pounding violently into the ripeness of this iiarrow opening his mouth was now savoring. God! What a pleasure it would be to fill her pussy with his scalding sperm. If she became pregnant it would be her own tough luck. But long before her belly began swelling, he would have used her for his own purposes.
He pushed harder, sinking his nose inside as well as his mouth, letting his handlebar mustache tickle her. Then he slowly closed his sucking lips over the clitoral bud as it extended out to meet him. He knew he had her when she began spasmodically trembling so violently, his hands had to grip her ass to keep her from leaping off the sofa.
Jill was unable to believe what was happening to her. She was aware of her nipples hardening even more, poking very painfully into the roughened fabric of the sofa cushion beneath her. She had no idea what was happening to her. There was no reason for her to react this way. She was turning into an animal, obeying physical instincts in spite of the fact that she hated the man. There was a lust suddenly raging in her she was unable to control. This seemed to make everything seem even worse, because it was one thing to be forced into this. It was something else to fall prey to it and actually want it.
Tauntingly, the lascivious-minded man gripped her clitoris between his lips and played his tongue over it again and again. When she tried pulling away, he managed to snag it between his teeth, feeling the little nubbin stiffen and grow even more. He nibbled on it, licking it more and more roughly with heavy pressure. This only caused the naked young blonde to writhe that much more as she desperately tried her best to escape the agonizing assault on her helplessly seething cunt. In vain, she clenched her rounded asscheeks lightly together, hoping she'd be able to hold off the man's salacious attack. But Mac gripped the moons of her buttocks that much more firmly in his hands, his fingertips biting into the sensitive nakedness that much more painfully when she attempted to pull away. After a while, his fingers were leaving bright-red, crisscrossing welts on her creamy white buttocks.
Jill's eyes were clamped tightly shut, but the tears continued to pour that much more heavily down her cheeks. It galled her that she continued to feel stronger and stronger sensations building in her helpless vagina. It was a raging flame fanned by a man she had learned to hate more than anything in so short a time. Had she known what she was in for, she would have let her brother find some other way to feed his habit.
Smiling widely, enjoying the sight and feel of his victim's naked hips grinding slowly and involuntarily in a quietly steady rhythm, Mac continued to voraciously eat at her feminine trough. He nibbled her clitoris repeatedly.
"Uuuuunnngghh hhhhhh...hhhhaaaa aannnn nn-gggg gghhhh...plllll eeeeaaaaaase. . . , " she moaned again and again, her mouth hanging half-open, her eyes still clenched tightly shut. The tears were no longer falling, but her face was lifted, her hair tossed back, covering her spine and shoulders. "Ohhhh plee-eeaaaa aaaass ssssssee...I can't stand it...I can't stand it. . . you're driving me crazzzzyyy...."
This was obviously the first time she had ever been lapped. Any other woman would have been begging for more. Yeah, as far as Mac was concerned, this one was a virgin, all right.
Pleased with the distress he was causing her, the man stepped up the pace of his hungry oral ravishment of her delectable pussy, his tongue probing ever deeper into her crevice, only to pull out and wash over the extended button of her helpless clitoris. The sensitively fleshy flanges of her seething pussy quivered with no control. He had a tight grip on her vagina, his hands holding her creamy asscheeks perfectly in place, and he was more aware than ever of her naked body shivering spasmodically as her loins wriggled without shame, pressing all the more fervidly against the taunt of his swirling tongue.
Jill's quiveringly up-thrust asscheeks continued grinding that much harder and faster as she shoved her hips back to meet the man's tongue. The delicious feelings invading her had taken such total control of her she found herself automatically responding. In fact, she wanted to respond, by now.
"Damn you, damn you.. . . " she cried out. "It feels so good, so wonderfulll...aaaa aannnn gggggghh hh-hh...but I can't take it any more. Please...please...stop.. . . "
She was choking as rivulets of perspiration ran down the length of her spine and dripped into the widespread furrow between her lovely buttocks.
Mac knew he had the luscious blonde exactly where he wanted her. When it came to a war of him against women, he always won. She was his now, to do with as he pleased. Nothing would stop him, now.
With a single final electrifying nibble, he released his tormenting grip on her lust-swollen clitoris and raised his head to once again look over the helplessly kneeling body of this woman who had become his slave. Her entire torso was a mass of violent quivering, her hips continuing to grind in the same steady rhythm as a low, mournful groan was emitted from her throat.
Jill suddenly realized he wasn't doing it any more. The torment had stopped, but so had the good feeling. Oh God! She had been building to some kind of apex, and now, all of a sudden it wasn't there any longer. She didn't know which was more maddening, his licking of her down there, or his stopping.
Mac's face was smeared with heavy juices, his mustache sodden, but a leer showed his nicotine-stained teeth. Now it was time to give her the coup-de-grace. Standing, he brought his ominous, blood-bloated cock into position, poising it at the fleshy entrance to her heatedly wet, soaking vagina. The weight of the lust-swollen head brushed the pink softness of her hair-lined vaginal lips the littlest bit.
Jill's whirling mind was suddenly snapped back to reality in a flash as she realized only too well what was about to take place. He had humiliated her by forcing his penis into her mouth. Then he had further humiliated her by making her enjoy what he had done to her with his own mouth. Now he was giving her pride a final blow by doing this horrible thing. She wouldn't allow it. No!
"Don't!" she screamed. "Oh God! You mustn't! No!"
Heedless of her tortured outcries, the man wasted no time in pressing the head of his stiffly swollen cock against her vaginal opening. She was so weak, she was unable to move, and he gripped her hips as he began to force his thickness into her.
"Yyyyyyaa aaa nnnnnn gggg gghhhh hh!" Jill shrieked, feeling the weighty organ spread her walls wide, stretching them as never before, causing a new kind of pain.
Mac knew the best way to do this was to do it quickly, just ram it all the way in, as hard as possible. It would pop her cherry quickly, and though there would be pain, it was less pain than if he took his time. Hell! Considering how she had resisted, he ought to have taken his time. But no! The thrill of popping a cherry was so great, he had to do it now.
Jill shrieked with agony as the penis continued spreading her elastic walls wider and wider. She thought the pain she was feeling was all she would feel. It never occurred to her she would feel more. So she was totally astonished and taken off-balance when the penis powered through her hymen as if it weren't there. Torment suffused her features so that she was breathless and unable to scream as one wave of agony after another washed over her.
Totally heedless of her tortured screams, Mac buried the full length of his lust-swollen organ to its hairy base in the wetly clinging heat of her cringing cuntal crypt. He rammed it into her until every last millimeter of cock was inside her tight hole.
He thrilled to the pressure of her softly rippling walls as they made way, washing his cock .with delicious waves of ecstasy. His pulsating length of impatient penile flesh filled her tender young passage totally, spreading her salaciously skewered vaginal lips that much wider as the head of his cock tried reaching even deeper.
"Hhhhhaaaa aauuuu uuwwwwww aaaaaa gggg gg-hhhh!" she cried out in pain, her tender vaginal depths aflame as her persecutor's massive baton pierced her painfully.
"No more...no more.. . . " she begged.
Her cries were fuel for the fire raging in Mac Zephyr, and he began slamming his turgidly aroused penis all the harder into her, bringing it back just a little, then burying it again. Back, then forth, back, then forth.
She was even tighter than Mac had dreamed. He had fucked more cunts in his lifetime than he was capable of counting, but never one like this. She was unbelievable.
With his two hands he reached around her slender thighs and tightly grasped her flat young belly. He hoisted her the littlest bit for even greater penetration. Mac heard the lovely blonde gasp for breath as his pulsating stiffness drove that much deeper into her from behind, filling and re-filling her innocent depths. Yeh! He was in virgin territory all right, and a cunt had never felt so good. It was really something to know he was the first to ever plow into a cunt. Until now, he had never really fully understood how good a guy felt to know he was first. Yeh! Even Mac Zee liked being first. One day he would be first in everything...one day. Right now, the important thing to do was to enjoy what he was doing to the utmost. She was totally penetrated by now, and he aimed to fuck her so solidly, she would never forget him.
"Come on, Jill-baby, don't just stay there. Wiggle that ass of yours and give it back to me! Fuck back, and the pain'll go away and the pleasure'll come in droves! Fuck, damn you!"
The sound of his voice, saying such lascivious words, made the forbidden and obscene excitement raging inside Jill seem that much more intense. The lovely young blonde found herself grinding back that much harder onto the length of his thickly impaling penis. She rocked her full, naked hips from side to side as his conquering phallus buried itself that much more deeply into her, filling her defenseless vagina as never before. Every inward thrust seemed to sink the cock a little deeper and spread her helpless walls a little wider. New ripples of sensation began to fill her as desire took the place of pain. It coursed obscenely through her bent-over body. Her breasts were crushed nearly flat against the sofa cushion beneath her, yet her smoothly rounded buttocks continued waving high in the air, grinding upward to meet his cruelly plundering lunges with a wantonly erotic movement of her own.
His swollenly pulsating penis felt to her like a baseball bat that had been shoved into her, stretching her interior, widening her tender vaginal passageway. But there was no longer any searing pain, merely overwhelming waves of undiluted animal passion that continually swept over her in a surging fiery tide.
Reaching beneath her writhing, sweat-soaked pelvis, Mac pressed his palm against her, lifting her that mud. higher, slamming his stiffened and aching phallus that much deeper into the forbidden and never-before-charted depths of her tautly crushing feminine chalice. His fleshy spear of cock began moving more smoothly now, slipping in and out of her hungrily swallowing vaginal nave almost easily, with just the least hint of delightful resistance. She was leaking heavily, coating his cock with her inner juices, the excess seeping from her clutching cunt lips and trickling down the smooth whiteness of her quaking thighs.
Now he began stroking full length, rocking his hips back until only the bulb-shaped tip of his cock was locked in her cunt, gripped by her tautly straining labia. like a hungrily voracious mouth, her wet vaginal lips sucked on the swollen knob of his anxious phallus, literally slurping it back into the shelter of her aching pussy. Each time he pulled it back, he sensed the reluctance with which her cunt finally surrendered its penile prize. There was no doubt about it, now. He had this woman, totally and completely. She was his to do with as he pleased, and both were only seconds away from total completion.
"Yes, yes, yesss...." Jill hissed through clenched teeth. "Harrrder...harrrder...harrrder. . . pleasee...don't stop now...harrder...keep on doing ittt.. . . "
Mac was well aware the end was close at hand, and with every ounce of strength left in his shuddering body, he pounded all the more violently into the eagerness of her super-hot cunt, gritting his teeth and tightly clenching the muscles of his buttocks in a desperate effort to hold back the seething pain caused by his forcing himself not to climax too quickly.
"Yes...yes...yes...." Jill gasped. "Ohhhhh...I can feel it...I can feel it...I don't know what it is, but I can feel it. . . oooh...yesss ssssss . . . "EEEE-EE YY YY AAAAAIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHAAAA AA-AANNNNGGGG GGHHHHHAAA AAUUUUUW-WWWW WWAAAARR RRRRRRGGGGHH HH-HHAA AAAAAAAANNNNNN GGGGGG HHHH-HH!" she shrieked as sensations she had never known to be in her body suddenly came pouring out of her, invading her extremities and making her feel as if she were shooting lightning from her toes and fingertips.
Slamming his hairy, sweat-drenched pelvis all the more wildly against her grinding buttocks, Mac buried his throbbing penis right up to the balls in the wet, juicy furrow of her sucking cunt.
"YYYYYYAA AAAARRRRRR RRGGGGHHHH HHUUUUNNNN NNNNGGGG HHHHAA AAAA-AA GGGGHHHH HHHHAAAAUU UUUUWW-WWWW AAAAANNNNNGGGGHHHH HH-HHUUUU GGGGGG HHH!" he bellowed, and released a floodtide of seminal fluid inside her the like of which he had never released in his life.
God! This blonde was really something. She brought out everything in him, everything, both the good and the bad. There was something about her innocence that got to him. Soon she would be as hard-bitten as all the other tramps, but until that time.. . .
He pulled out of her cunt and sat on the sofa as she collapsed, belly first. She lay there, panting heavily, ashamed that she should have given way to her feelings, but she knew she was only human, and as such, was unable to stand against the arousal he had built.
"Okay, baby," Mac told her. "That was your first lesson. You paid for the first nickel bag, but only 'cause you were a virgin. It'll take a lot more fucking to pay for each successive fix."