Chapter 5
Joyce watched as Orlando removed the silver top that covered the food tray on which her meal had been set.
She looked down at the piping-hot dinner for the evening. It consisted of pot roast, some mashed potatoes and gravy, carrots and a glass of iced tea.
"You must be hungry by now," Orlando smiled. "It's been a long time since you've had anything to eat."
"Yes, I am," she lied.
Actually Joyce had every right to be famished, but her stomach was still in a squeamish state. It felt like scores of tiny little worms were floating around inside of it. She still remained in a state of acute fear, not knowing just what she was facing in these strange and hostile surroundings.
She looked at the container of iced tea that was set next to the food. She reached out and grabbed for the tea container, taking a long sip.
"Eat hearty," Orlando said. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes to pick up your tray. You might wonder why we didn't prepare anymore for you. Mr. Harold has a rule about that. He doesn't want the girls to overeat. He wants to see to it that their figures are maintained. You've got a gorgeous one, and it's important that you don't do anything to upset your bodily rhythm in any way, my sweet."
She hated the way that both Harold and Orlando talked to her. They gave every impression of two beasts who positively owned her. As Orlando closed the door behind him, leaving her alone once more, she began thinking about some of the more ardent women's libbers that she knew both in the high school that she attended and among her college friends.
Joyce was inclined to think that some of them went overboard and were extreme in their thinking, but now she wished that she had believed them and had fought on their behalf. She could see from the way these two shameful men treated her just how little regard they actually had for women as a total entity. They were only interested in females like herself as sex objects, and even though it wouldn't have helped her in the present situation to have worked hard on behalf of women's lib in Long Island, it would have given her a feeling of satisfaction to know that she had at least fought a good fight. She had thought about those same girls, who undoubtedly would be telling her at that moment if they knew of her terrible plight that it was what she could expect from a certain type of male chauvinist pig.
Even though it was difficult for her to eat what with her troubled stomach, she still managed to finish her food, after which Orlando showed up and promptly removed the empty tray.
"You ate most of it," he said, "except for a few carrots. That's very good. Mr. Harold said that it would be a good idea to bring you a few books to read. A little something to alleviate some of the boredom. He'll be seeing you later tonight, incidentally. He wanted me to communicate that to you."
She shuddered at the prospect of seeing Harold again. One of the big reasons why she had felt so relieved after he left earlier that day was that she had felt she would at least hot have to put up with him anymore for a little while. But he was so persistent that he was intending on showing up again very soon.
Orlando whistled merrily as he wheeled the tray out of the room. He returned a few minutes later with two books. Both of them were introductory texts into the field of psychology. Even though they were ahead of what the normal reading curriculum of a young high school junior would be, a fascinated Joyce was able to absorb much of what was contained in them. And since she didn't have anything else to do anyway, and would have been worrying no end about Harold's next appearance, she did her best to submerge herself in one of the psychology books.
Just about the time that she was getting ready to turn off her light and turn in for the evening, the door opened. Her heart shrank as she observed Harold walking into the room. He wore a burgundy-colored robe and a pair of light brown slippers. She had a strong hunch that he was wearing nothing beneath the robe.
It had been her hope that perhaps Harold had decided not to come to visit her that evening. As the hours had passed, she became more convinced of that. Now she could see that her hope was nothing more than wishful thinking, and was not based on any fact whatsoever.
Harold sat down ever so comfortably in the chair next to her bed.
"Come on and take off your panties and bra," Harold prodded gently. "I expect you to undress and do it fast. I have something very definite in mind that I'm gonna enjoy. Another little project, just like the last one, only we're going a little further. I'm gonna keep on giving you these nice little lessons until you become a good, thoroughly rounded girl."
Harold jumped up quickly from his chair. He immediately began to remove his robe. He took it off, then kicked off his slippers.
Once more his long, bold shaft was visible. He reached down with both hands and glided his fingers slowly against his blue-veined penis, which he was ever so eager to exercise.
"I guess you thought you were gonna get off easy earlier today," he laughed. "Well, no such luck. You should have realized that I'd find a way to exercise this long, hard dick of mine. I wasn't gonna let you off. Not when I'm this horny. Now come on and undress. Take off your panties and bra before I rip them off of you. You don't want that, because they're all you've got to wear in this world. If you don't undress, then you'll be undressed permanently."
Joyce knew that she did not want to have to expose herself completely nude to Orlando. It was bad enough to be subjected to the indignities of this terrible man Harold, whose mysterious ways were only equalled by his air of constantly developing sensuous mystery. He was constantly devising new ways to humiliate her, and she hated to see that same knowing smile flashing on his lips as he stood next to the bed, his muscles tense with anxiety as he kept on moving his fingers up and down the full length of his swollen, bloated cock.
He watched with great joy as she undid her bra straps, letting her brassiere drop down toward the floor. Once again he got a chance to look at those shiny alabaster breasts, which he had fondled ever so delightedly earlier in the day.
"Nice, very nice," he said. "Now show me some more skin. Come on, take off the rest. Take off your panties. Slide them down your legs."
Just the thought of Joyce removing her panties prompted Harold to move his fingers up and down his shiny, heavily veined cock more quickly than before. He kept on staring as he observed her trembling fingers reaching out and making a grab for her panties.
Her shimmering, silky panties began to move rapidly down her legs as her fingers held on tightly. As much as she hated the idea, she knew that it would be foolish if not downright deadly and self-destructive to cross this man.
As Joyce finished kicking off her panties and revealed her sensuous cunt once more, he released his fingers from his cock.
"Okay, extend your legs," he said. "I'm gonna look at that gaping, naked cunt for a few seconds before I get to work."
He watched as her naked, splayed legs extended themselves ever further. He liked the lean lines of her smooth, trim thighs, and once more his eyes were captivated by the appealing firmness yet daintiness of her trimly constructed ankles.
"Legs gorgeous enough to belong to a dancer," he grinned. "And as for that cunt, ohhh, that's really something. But enough for admiring your pussy. I've got something else in store for you right now. This time you're gonna do some work. You're gonna do things to turn me on. Before it was the other way around. You might have thought that you were getting it real bad this afternoon, but you were getting off pretty easy. Now you're really gonna have to march to my tune."
Her heart sank with frustration and dejection. Joyce recognized that she was going to be subjected to something even more demeaning than she'd experienced before. And on this occasion she would be forced to go further than before by this animalistic beast.
She watched as he stretched his body out on top of the bed. This time it was Harold who was spreading his legs, showing his hairy, bloated balls and his long, thick, ever-savage member. He stroked with his fingers gently against his seething nuts for a little while, following which he withdrew his fingers.
"Okay, come on, I want you to suck my asshole," he said calmly. "I had a nice shower after dinner and just relaxed. Did a little reading and listened to a Beethoven symphony. So I'm all ready, perfectly relaxed, well adjusted, ready for all the sex that you can dish out. Come on, start sucking my ass."
Just the thought of responding to Harold's command made her want to throw up. Her stomach gurgled and she turned her head away, both ashamed and sick at the prospect of being forced into doing something which she considered so terribly dehumanizing.
After a pause of several seconds, Harold realized that he was going to have to employ some force. It didn't surprise him all that much. After all, here was a seventeen-year-old virgin, very much a challenge, and he loved the prospect of forcing her to engage in acts that she had never before participated in.
"You're gonna do it, bitch, you're damned right you're gonna do it," he snapped, Harold reached out with both hands, making a quick, gripping grab for her hair. He held on tightly, pulling and tugging at it until she couldn't help but cry out with pain.
"Oh, please, you're hurting me," she sobbed.
"Get down there and suck my ass," Harold commanded. "Come on, if you start doing it and do it well, then I'll let up just a little. But it's up to you. You'd better start sucking me and doing a good job of it. I'm not intending to settle for second best. You've got to do it. Come on, just do it."
Joyce could tell from the manner in which he was ever so quickly raising his voice that this animalistic chauvinist was not about to let her get away with anything. Once that he hurled a bristling command her way, it was obvious that she was going to have to do whatever he ordered.
As he jerked her head forward, continuing to cling sharply to her shimmering blond strands of hair, Joyce made her move. She pushed her tongue toward his wiggling, aroused anus, detesting the prospect of sucking his asshole, but recognizing that there was no way out.
"Give me a good rim job," Harold said. "Just shove that into me. Come on, give me a good workout. Your tongue can do it. I know it can. When a person gets scared enough and is hurt enough, they'll be willing to do just about anything, so shove your tongue inside me. Ohhh, just push it inside of my asshole."
His ass cheeks wiggled with a sense of great urgency as she pushed her tongue in the direction of his seething anal ring. He wanted to feel the great waves of sensation all the way to his rectum, and as he twisted his hips and ass cheeks, he heaved a loud, vigorous sigh.
"Come on and suck me," he said. "Just push your tongue inside of my ass. Push it fast. I mean, I expect you to do a job on me. I expect you to really suck my asshole."
He kept on gasping, watching as she hurled her tongue forward and eventually began to make contact with his asshole. Even though she was cringing inside and had to close her eyes at first because she felt a sense of such great humiliation and revulsion, Harold was in a state of unabounded joy over what he was forcing this beautiful, young virgin to do.
"You can do it even faster," he said, tightening the grip with which he held her hair. "Come on, Joyce. You little bitch. Eat out my ass."
His puckered anal ring continued to receive all kinds of swift, affirmative attention from her sweeping tongue as she kept on blasting away, driving it solidly up between his twisting ass cheeks and into his asshole.
"That's the way I like it," he laughed. "Okay, keep up that stroking. Just grind your hot tongue. Grind it into me.
Joyce kept remembering what Harold had said. He had told her that if she would do a respectable job of sucking his asshole that he would let up on her hair and not punish her quite so badly.
As she kept wiggling her tongue and driving it into the innermost depths of his twisting ass, he made good on his word. Even though he continued to hold onto her hair, Harold loosened his grip considerably as his lover ever so slavishly continued to devour his asshole with her quick, tonguing movements.
After a few more strokes had passed, an overwhelming fear began to envelop beautiful, young Joyce. The thing that made her so terribly afraid was that she was now beginning to enjoy this wild ass licking in which he was making her engage, as humiliating as it was. She kept wondering if just maybe this terrible beast of a man was accurate in his analysis of her, and that she was some kind of bitch who would willingly endure just about anything just as long as she was able to receive the proper amount of sexual thrills.
After a few more quick, rhythmic tongue thrusts, Harold decided to bring that phase of the action to a halt.
"Okay, turn your tongue loose," he said. "Let go of my asshole."
With great relief, the tortured, young Joyce removed her tongue from his anus. She was hoping that the evening's sexual activity was at an end. The whole process was becoming so nerve racking she didn't know just how much more she could take.
"All right, I've got another nice surprise for you," he smiled.
Harold niticed the way that Joyce flinched. He hated her reaction, and his first instinct was to reach out and slap her, but he suppressed it. No, he thought, just as long as she was continuing to put out he would not attack her in that particular way. He would at least wait until she bucked him in an obvious manner.
"Okay, I want you to start sucking my balls," he told her.
Once again she cringed. Joyce was only too well aware of just how eagerly this man was degrading her by forcing her to do exactly what he commanded.
"Let's not waste any time," he said. "That is, unless you want a nice slap across the face. I think you're a shrewd enough girl to realize that I'm willing to do it again since I've already done it once."
Joyce knew enough not to rile Harold anymore than he'd already been angered by her unwillingness to eagerly accept his every command. She pushed her tongue forward, tightening her body and closing her eyes momentarily as she pushed her tongue against his warm, sweltering testicles.
"Ooooh, just the way I like it," he panted. "Come on, just open up. Keep pushing your tongue against my hot nuts. Ooooh, let yourself go. Come on, grab hold of my ass cheeks while you're doing it. Don't squeeze them too hard, just nice and solid."
Her fingers pressed ever so solidly against his ass cheeks as she kept on pushing her quick, sturdy tongue, letting it anchor securely against his balls. Once again she started to experience those same ambivalent feelings that had been dominating her actions in the past. Even though she felt in one sense that she was being humiliated and reduced to a state of depravity, she stil had these tingly feelings of excitement as the adrenalin flowed ever so profusely within her.
"Slow down a little," he finally commanded. "You're moving your tongue too fast. Slow down. Okay, yes, that's the way I want it. That's the way it's got to be. Just the way I asked for it. You're not gonna do anything that I don't like. It's all gonna be on my terms."
Harold laughed ghoulishly, recognizing that he was getting what he wanted and was forcing this beautiful young girl into all kinds of humilating acts.
"Turn loose now," he said. "Start stroking the tip of my cock. Yes, that's sure going to be the piece de resistance for the evening, my dear. You're gonna eat out my cock. And I expect you to swallow every drop of the precious juice. If you wind up spitting a lot of it out, you're gonna get a beating. I've instructed Orlando to stand by with his whip. He'd like nothing better than to spank those beautiful little ass cheeks of yours."
He punctuated his remark by reaching out and slapping viciously at her ass cheeks, causing them to redden. Joyce knew just how much he meant business, and she immediately went to work with her tongue against the tip of his sturdy, blood-engorged member, which needed ever so badly to explode its thick, stored-up juices.
"Let yourself go," he gasped. "Come on, just stroke with your tongue. Push it around. Nice and slow. Ease it over the tip of my dick."
To let her know just how firmly he was in command, Harold reached out with both hands and started to tug at her hair. He loved the idea of grabbing at lovely Joyce's hair and pulling on it. It was just another way of reminding her that she was his island captive, and that he was willing to subject her to any form of torture that he felt would serve his own sexual ends and needs.
"Keep busy with that hot tongue," he said. "Press it against the tip of my cock. Come on, keep pressing. Move it nice and slow. Ease it against my peter."
She kept on moving her tongue slowly over the spongy tip of his enormous phallic tool. After a few more strokes, which left him in a state of scintillating, acute need, he ordered her to extend the pace.
"Start sucking the full length of my dick," he sighed sharply, continuing to hold on tightly to her hair. "Come on, go down on it. No, not that fast. A little slower."
He kept heaving deep sighs, and suddenly he let up ever so slightly on her hair. He wanted to make sure that he did not subject her to an inordinate amount of punishment, since, after all, it was his intention to discipline her and not in any way turn her off.
"Come on, keep that tongue moving," he gulped. "Ohhh, come on and tongue my cock. Up and down my long peter. Come on, keep moving it up and down. I like those sensations. Just not too fast now. Ease off a little. Yes, that's the way I like it. I like the way your tongue is moving. I like it when you suck me gracefully. Ooooh, nice and graceful. Up and down. Come on, up and down."
His legs quivered with ever-developing excitement as her sturdy red tongue responded to his every sharp command. Joyce kept on pumping with it, grinding it along the full length of his steely, inflated, meaty erection.
"Okay, get me off," he said with an air of great impatience. "Come on, suck. Suck with all you've got. Give it all you've got, you little bitch."
He reached out and started to slap at her ass cheeks. The harder that he slapped, the faster that her responding tongue kept moving up and down the full length of his thick meatiness.
Harold slapped her several more times on the ass cheeks, then heaved a loud sigh as his entire rippling body began to move seethingly back and forth. He twisted his hips and heaved one last gulping sigh as the first few drops of his hot, fluid load started to splash from out of the end of his stiff, sturdy instrument.
"Come on, you'd better swallow it," he threatened.
"Get every drop of it. Suck the stuff out of there. Come on, suck it. Go get it. Ohhh, swallow the load. Swallow my juices."
She attacked his cock with every bit of passion that she could summon, even though she hated the fact she was being degraded in the process. The first few splashing droplets of his peter juice sprayed out of her mouth and landed on the sheets.
"Watch that," he warned, pulling her hair ever so painfully. "I said stick with that load. I expect you to swallow it. Every beautiful drop of it."
He kept gulping loudly, and as he did the fiery phallic fluids kept pouring from out of the end of his extended organ, splashing out of his meaty member and into her mouth.