Chapter 10
On this the third day of Tanya Decker's emancipation, the fifteen year old temptress snuggled up to her boy friend in the plush Johnson estate cottage. The past seventy hours of sexual odyssies adding to her lightheaded euphoria.
"You really let that hunter and Bloater fuck you in the ass?"
"I didn't let them, Terryƒ_"they just did it!"
"But you said you liked it."
"Yeah, I guess I did, in a way. But I don't think I want to do that for a long time. I'm so sore I can hardly sit down."
"Come on... let's do it again before Dad kicks us out."
"God, Terry, we just got through!"
Terry rose from the couch and crossed to the window. He plunged his hands in his jeans pockets and stared out at the blowing leaves, pouting.
"Want me to blow you, Terry?"
"Naw."
"But I want to, Terry," she cooed lovingly, rising from the couch to stand behind him at the window.
"I suppose you blew Bloater, too... and Charlie... and the hunter."
"No, I haven't blown anybody."
Terry spun on his heels and embraced his girl friend passionately. She was a crazy chick, but her complete candor brought a warm smile to his pouting lips. "Maybe I will marry you, after all."
"Oh, Terry! You really mean that?"
"That depends on how good a cocksucker you are," he teased.
"Try me! Just try me!"
"Okay, woman," he grinned. "Follow me to the bedroom. But we have to be fast because Dad wants us out by seven o'clock. He's got some woman coming over."
A warm blast of air followed the slam of a door. Sara's head banged against the wall as Bloater missing his mark, rammed her blonde head in a quick spin around to kick the door shut. She was plunked down on something soft... a sofa, a bed maybe? and the sheet was torn off her head. For a terrified moment she clenched her eyes shut until somebody caught hold of the adhesive covering her mouth and ripped it away. She whimpered from the stinging pain, taking several deep breaths while she surveyed her captors and surroundings.
"Wh-What's the meaning of this?" she managed, shivering up at the paunch bellied image of Bloater gloating above her. "You... you can't get away with this! I know who you are...
you dirty criminals!" She squinted angrily in Simon Tucker's direction as he stood with his arms crossed over his chest, wearing a leisurely smoking jacket of rich brocade. He smiled amusedly down at her. "You're Simon Tucker the gangster who's ruined my father... you and your dirty money... " she sneered contemptuously.
"No, now, my dear . . Tucker offered graciously, unknotting the ropes binding Sara's slender wrists. "Let me make you more comfortable."
An icy chill thrilled up the tall voluptuous blonde's spine as his fingers made exciting contact with the bare flesh of her shoulders. "That's lovely lingerie you're wearing, Sara. It does wonders for your complexion."
Sara glanced down at the half cups of the lacy garment where her milky breasts jutted out shamelessly... and paled... then flushed. She grimaced up at Simon Tucker hating his silken manners and expensively decorated house... and hating what he'd done to her father.
"You won't get away with tormenting my father like this!" Sara eyes burned with tears.
"Making him pawn grandmother's jewelry and setting his store on fire... "
"It was only a mild bonfire, my dear. Barely big enough to toast marshmallows." Cunningly, Tucker encircled the blonde figure cowering on the white velvet sofa, craning her neck to keep an eye on him. "You're doing your father a favor right now, Sara. You are your father's last pay off. Doesn't that warm your heart to know your visit to me tonight is worth a thousand dollars to him?"
Simon Tucker rested his manicured hands on the sofa back, inches away from the cringing blonde's soft shoulder. She could smell his expensive cologne, smell the cognac on his breath, feel his warmth closing in on her.
The dirty bastard is worse than I thought... rotten gangster... !
"I'm going to mix us a drink, Sara. What would you like?"
"Iƒ_"I don't drink... just do what you're going to do with me and let me out of here," she said resolutely staring at the wall and trying to appear stoic when the mere presence of this lecherous, evil man set her fantasies astir. The little bitch's got a set of tits like a wet nurse... thought Tucker, leaning over the sofa and peering down the girl's neck. "How about a coke... or tomato juice perhaps?"
"Tomato juice would be fine... " grated Sara, feeling tingles charge up and down her bony spine from the nearness of him.
He busied himself at the bar mixing the potables.
"You needn't be afraid of me, Sara. I'm not going to hurt you, and as for your father, you will determine that." He returned from the built-in bar bearing a glass in each hand and handed her the red one.
Sara sniffed it for alcohol first, eyeing the suave man over the rim of the chilled glass. She crossed her legs for modesty's sake when he sat down beside her on the sofa. He leaned back casually and studied her proud profile. "Tell me a little about yourself, Sara. Do you like sex?"
On top of everything else he's a mad rapist... !
Lifting one knee up on the sofa, Tucker turned to face her, his eyes roving over the suppleness of her body. "That's a lovely piece of lingerie. Stand up and let me have a look at you."
"No! I'm not one of your whores!" This... this was to be Barry's surprise and he's ruining it for me... just like he's ruined Daddy!
"Little one," said Tucker in his mellifluous voice, his breath hot on Sara's ear. "I'm sure your father would want you to."
Plunking her drink down on the end table, Sara sprang to her feet. "Okay... take a look at me," she blasted with pent up hatred for this man. "Use me like you used Daddy... then let me go home. I've got a little girl back there... "
"A mother... how old, darling?"
"Two years." What's it to him... he probably eats babies!
"Did you nurse her?" queried Tucker, amusedly taking in Sara's breasts bulging out like half inflated balloons from the skimpy lace cups. He smiled as Sara nodded. "Are your breasts still full of milk, sweetheart?"
She shook her head, holding back tears of shame, feeling his hot stare burn holes in her body. Oh, this was terrible! Her satin forehead wrinkled with the humiliation of it all and turning her head, she placed her delicate hand by her eye to avoid his avid stare.
"Don't be frightened... " Christ, she's young and innocent! How could that bear Decker have produced anything this delicate?
"Come sit down now, Sara."
"I don't want to sit down next to you... and quit staring at me like that!" she blasted. "Do whatever it is you want with me, but please let me go!"
Tucker's long arm extended and he gently grabbed her by the wrist, forcing her down on his lap.
If it wasn't for daddy, I'd punch him in the jaw!
The warm breath bathing her neck and virility of his charm overcame her better senses and down there between her trembling thighs the mouth of her so long unused vagina was beginning to exude secret droplets. God... I can feel his cock getting bigger right down there under my buttocks. Oh, it's been so long since I've even felt a cock! Some of the juice was moistening the crotch band of her lingerie, and Sara opened and closed her thighs in an unconscious gathering of sexual rhythm.
Under the bodice she felt her nipples coming to hard erection... and Sara knew that no matter how much she hated this man and the destruction he'd reeked on her father's life, Simon Tucker was still a man... with a cock!
"Mr. Tucker... please, let's get this over with!" she whined tragically. And defeatedly, feeling her strength leave her, she slumped back, her face pressing against his brocade covered chest. The emotional upheavals of the past week were too much... what with Tanya running away from home and Mama being so upset, and Daddy trying to shoot his brains out...
"I... I feel dizzy, Mr. Tucker... " Take it slow and easy... or the bird might really fly! Tucker brought his hand up, sliding it comfortingly along her back, up to her silken shoulders; then down, down it slid along the curve of her buttocks, now bringing it up again to tease along the ridge of her spine. "Like I said... you are doing your Daddy a favor, Sara."
Her breath was coming faster now. He could feel the heat of her breath on his chest, through his jacket.
"I understand your husband has been away...?" He started caressing the hardness of her nipple, running his thumb across it as if it were her clitoris, and below his cock lurched throbbingly, beating at the prison of his pants for freedom.
Sara's empty belly churned with excitement too long frustrated. She had just gotten herself into the mood of self induction... her finger had barely started pounding into her pussy...
when that bear charged through the door and took her by surprise. God, but she needed a man... !
"How long has it been, Sara, since you've been with a man?" Tucker's lewdly searching hand was on her tingling pussy now, rubbing and probing with lingering delight. His finger, two fingers, began to slither up under the flared leg of her lingerie to part the silken blonde curls of her pubic hair.
That brought Sara back to her senses. "Wh-What are you doing, Mr. Tucker?"
"I'm going to finger fuck you, Sara," he rasped brokenly in her ear.
Oh, God, what is happening? What should she say? What could she say?
Tucker chuckled to himself as he pressed his middle finger slowly up into Sara's passionately seeping pussy flesh. He felt her distended clitoris slip wetly forward to make searing contact with his probing hand as his middle finger entered her and wormed its way up into her unresisting vagina to the depth of his palm, and then slipped a second finger up in beside the first.
"How do you like my fingers up inside of your pussy, my dear?"
"I... I... " Oh, God... Barry... Daddy... Mama... Heidi forgive me! I'm doing it for you, Daddy... only for you!
Long, delicious minutes passed. Tucker's fingers had turned Sara's milky cunt flesh into a virtual froth. In the crevice of her sensitive ass cheeks, Tucker's penis slapped up excitedly, growing in jerks and leaps.
"Oh, Mr. Tucker... I... I think I'd better lie down!"
Like an ancient conqueror, Simon swept the nearly naked young housewife up in his arms and plodded off towards his bedroom at the far end of the house. The bedroom door was already ajar, he kicked it open, slamming it against the wall and tossed the dizzy blonde girl down on the enormous round bed. His manicured fingernails worked deftly at the tie belt to his brocade smoking jacket; he peeled it off to reveal a strong, hairy chest, rippling from years of lifting weights.
"Get up on your knees," he commanded masterfully. "I'm going to fuck you once for every hundred dollars your father owes me!"
"Oh... Oh, Mr. Tucker...!"
Obediently now, the lovely blonde mother of one scrambled to her hands and knees while from behind Simon Tucker pulled the flesh colored garment now fully unbuttoned down over her milky shoulders until it hung in a wad around her waist. She had never been this excited before... never! The very hopelessness of her situation had triggered some subconscious masochistic response deep within her soul. She saw her salaciously kneeling form reflected in the infinity of mirrors that covered the walls of the bedroom, and she wiggled her naked white buttocks back and forth in a lewd invitation to the mobster behind her.