Chapter 9
Anger and guilt were equalized partners inside Paul's conscience since his romp in the sack with Mrs. Parker. Now, as he sat slumped in the driver's seat nosing the silver limousine through the wrought iron gates that announced the Parker estate, he experienced a rumbling belly full of remorse at his spineless betrayal of his trusting wife. Worse-in chastising himself, he had obliquely punished Kathy by acting sullen and playing sick, and most unforgivable still, avoiding any physical contact that would temp' lovemaking. Damn, instead of asking him questions, she'd fussed devotedly over him, and until he could garner the courage to offer up a confession, he wouldn't feel right about demanding sex of her.
It hurt him to have to ignore her inviting caresses in bed. Kathy was such a helpless little kitten sometimes, so submissive and unquestioningly devoted. Christ, why had he dragged his beautiful sweetheart into this lurid mess?
He flicked his wrist to check his Timex. Six-thirty-three. Kathy usually finished cleaning up the kitchen around five thirty, leaving the cook to run the household; he would face the truth square-on. Kathy would understand...Kathy always understood.
Kathy regained consciousness in a flood of horrifying thoughts...sick and ugly thoughts that involved Sid Parker, but she adamantly refused to attribute a thread of reality to them.
She must have caught a virus, perhaps the same one that weakened her husband yesterday. Yet to come to bed nude was totally uncharacteristic of her. Slivers of salacious visions of herself lying under the master of the mansion, completely naked and whimpering encouragements up into his face roiled in her fevered brain. God, she wouldn't have done that. . .
Yet, there existed a sensation of fulfillment in her womanly parts that she couldn't ever remembering having experienced before...The mental blocks of her memory rolled aside and Kathy bolted upright in bed to examine herself down there between her thighs. Her turned-up nose crinkled when she touched the sore, hair-lined lips between her legs, delicately exploring the swollen flesh and feeling the creamy moisture still trickling from her vagina.
Oh dear God! She actually had done that with Sid Parker! She tossed aside her sworn fidelity for a cheap, illicit orgy!
Like an old movie whose familiar dialogue sparks the memory bank of re-runs, the lurid details of the afternoon's debaucheries flooded her brain with scorching reality and she recalled, too, Sid Parker's offered proof that Paul had cheated on her. Those damned television screens . . !
Ragged shadows of dying sunlight moved like ghost's fingers over the blonde wood vanity. From the corner shadows Kathy's green eyes fell upon the blackened screen and instantly she flung herself to the foot of the bed, her lithe arms reaching out to flick the knob. She stared in confused abhorrence as the screen flickered to life and her wide green eyes locked in traumatic fascination as Mrs. Parker's totally naked body became the focal point of attention. Spread open lewdly on a bed, her exposed genitals and hips moved in an obscene dance, beckoning to a man whose back was turned to Kathy.
The camera's eye cut off at the neck, but Kathy could tell the man was ogling the naked woman before him...and then, she saw the raven-haired woman's lips move as her dark eyes seemed to glaze and the man began to yank at his clothes!
The man came fully into the picture and with choking, nauseating dismay, Kathy saw that it was her husband, Paul!
"Oh...no...nooo!" she moaned weakly, watching him shed every stitch, until at last he stood nakedly by the bed, his hardened penis thrusting out from his lean, muscular torso. Kathy groaned and covered her mouth with her hands as she watched Mrs. Parker take her husband's cock in her hand, then lick its head before sucking nearly half of it into her mouth.
A certain numbness of mind and body crept over Kathy as she stared at the wicked, heart-breaking scene before her eyes. Dear God, how could he do such a thing to her? Her brain repeated that question as she watched through scalding eyes her husband cradle himself between Myra Parker's thighs and take his penis in his hand and worm it deep into the beautiful older woman's receptive cunt.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" whimpered Kathy feeling as if she had been kicked in the stomach, groping at the same time for her bathrobe dangling on the bed post. She had to get out of here, away from these infernally wicked people! There was no sensation inside her body except for a dull, empty pain and in blind hysteria she tore open the door latch, ripping a finger-r-ail to the quick.
Let them rape her, let them kill her if they had toshe had to get out of there! In her speedy sprint down the stairs she became an aerodynamic streak of pink chenille and flying golden hair, little tortured wails of self-pity squealing from her chest.
Behind her, from somewhere on the first floor, the gruff tone of Sid Parker's barking orders rumbled in her ears, next to his wife's higher pitched but no less insistent demands.
"For Chrissakes, grab her, Sid!" snapped Myra, shooting a narrow-eyed glance at her husband.
"She's hysterical," said Sid blandly, picking up the evening newspaper again and resuming his comfortable slump in the leather recliner. "She won't get far."
"No! No! NOOOOOO!" Kathy's screaming filled the hallway, her cries echoing off the walls. Trembling fingers worked at the latch, she flung it open, a blast of hot air hitting her in the face. Her scream was louder, more shrill this time...
White fangs dripping with saliva sprang from no where to sink their hungry length into the tender young meat of her calf.
"Aaaiiieeeeeeeee!" She tore out of his grasp, his teeth snipping down on the hem of her bathrobe, lithe bodied target, ignoring the chain choking his throat. His teeth dripping with female blood were bared in a ferocious growl, his lips curled back and rippling. Then a high pitched whistle reached his cropped ears and the dog slumped to the ground, his man-eating growls tempering to frustrated whimpers.
"Well, if it isn't little Goldy Locks!" A corner of Sam's thin lipped mouth curled approvingly at the sight of the lush body spread eagle in the hospital bed, each slender ankle and wrist bound tightly in buckled straps. Her right calf wore a bandage, and a cotton ball clung to the inside elbow of her right arm where the sedative's needle had poked into her vein half an hour earlier.
It was with ripe anticipation that Sam, the matron of Parker's Halfway House, paced about the sterile white room on the solitary wing of the ward, a room reserved for emergencies and if necessary, putting patients into sheets, a treatment to quell hysteria.
Strips of light angling through the window to play dark and bright stripes on the white sheet beneath her gave Kathy a startling hint of her depressingly unfamiliar surrounds. Her drugged, blurrily focusing eyes raked over the foot of the steel bodied bed to the tips of her toes. A throb ached in the back of one leg and issuing a soft moan, she moved her head to the side and flexed her knee to draw up the injured leg. When it refused to budge, she struggled to raise her head and investigate. Instantly her eyes settled on the thin strips of leather tethering each ankle and wrist.
What . . .Oh, God, NO! Her head sank defeated back on the pillow-less bed. The tranquilizer had smoothed the edges of her ragged panic, but the sense of urgency was rife within her, predominate as the moment she had foolishly dashed for freedom.
Well, she had done it now...separated herself from Paul. Elephantine tears, hot and salty, squirted down her flushed face, a swirl of golden hair clinging wetly to her cheek. Two years of living behind bars...Oh, Lord she'd go insane from claustrophobic fear!
And it was her fault...again. In all truth, she couldn't blame her husband for committing adultery with Myra Parker...not after her own performance with Myra's husband. Her husband like herself, had probably been coerced, and instead of waiting to discuss the matter with him in an intelligent, adult fashion, she had lost control, thinking only of herself and subsequently had worsened the situation. Being together was the only hope they had. Now they were prisoners in separate buildings.
Lord, she had never realized such debasement and cruelty and shame could exist. She had run because deep inside she knew she had wanted sex bad enough to succumb to Mr. Parker.
And Paul...what had they done to her dear Paul? Oh, God, she had to get out of here! The concentrated terror overcame the imprisoned girl and in a dulled, nightmarish stupor, she fell asleep, awakening hours later with a strange sense of urgency.
"About time you came around, Kathy," rasped a low voice.
Moaning, Kathy slowly turned her Read; squinting, she deciphered the massive bulk gf Sam's square-bodied figure from the corner shadows. It was dark outside and mercifully, the fugitive light emitted through the meshed glass door window could not illuminate the malefic expression on the matron's face.
Seething frustration from unsuccessful disciplinary measures with Trixie had rousted a sour temper. The girl had adamantly refused to succumb even after numerous whippings and now, after the last screaming episode in the padded room down the hall, the matron was beside herself. It would have been so easy for Trixie to submit to a few minutes of lesbian sex. Antagonism between Trixie and her matron ran dark and deep and it was with a twinge of jealousy that Sam had made her decision to sic the big-balled monster after the obstreperous girl.
Jets of air steamed from Sam's flaring nostrils now as still a bit jumpy, she camouflaged in her presence in the shadows, awaiting the blonde headed caretaker's awakening. The palms of her hands, still hot and swollen from the episode in the padded room, squeezed up and down the length of the bullwhip, clutching around it to leave damp fingerprints. Her ears prickled at the first sound of conscious moaning and, slowly, her uniformed hulk emerged from the corner to stand in a thread of light next to the bed.
"Kathy...? "
"Hmmmmmm...." The girl struggled to talk, but the words clogged her throat. One, then the other green eye opened languorously to settle on the uniformed matron beside her.
Sam's jaws meshed together meaningfully, her dark, flinty eyes roving from the tips of blonde curls flailed over creamy shoulders down over the mounds of her breasts poking up from under the sheet recklessly tossed over her prisoner's naked body. Sam's fingers grabbed a corner and tore it off, all subtlety of intention lost as she sucked in her breath sharply and ran her smoldering eyes down over the naked strawberry tipped breasts to the tiny waist where flaring hips gave way to smoothly tapering thighs stretching into delicate ankles.
Sam licked her lips, then lifted her arm to wipe her mouth, tasting the salt of her own perspiration. More beads of sweat were drying on her forehead. It had been a heated session in there with Trixie. Down the hall she could hear still the gurgled moans of a girl in pain.
"Please...water.. . "
A smugly controlled smirk creased Sam's thin lips. "You'll get water, honey...but first you gotta learn it pays to be nice to Sammie."
The large boned woman straightened, a decisive expression setting on her face and she stretched out one square hand to touch the silken flesh of Kathy's naked arm. A shiver of anticipation whetted by the frustrated episode with Trixie trickled from the base of her skull and down the nerve center of her back to prickle at her loins, dampening the split crotch of her panties. Breath snorted heatedly from her nostrils as that same hand ran warmly up Kathy's forearm and over her shoulder, coming to rest at the firm up-thrust mound of her right breast, the strong fingers tweaking tauntingly at the nipples, already hardened diamond chips.
Tt pays to be nice to Sam.. . "
Hands are on my body...squeezing me there...ouch, it hurts...running over my stomach...heading down...down to touch my. . .
"NOOOOOOOO!" The walls absorbed the cry.
"Calm down, Kathy...Mrs. Parker says you've been a bad girl running away like that...Sam can get you out of here," the older woman rasped in a voice thick with lust. "You cooperate with me and I'll set you free!"
Without setting the whip aside Sam's fingers went to work on the buttons of her official navy blue uniform worn according to regulation. She slipped off the tightly fitting blazer and out of the A-line skirt, then kicked them aside with a booted toe and all the while her hand never lost its caressing, squeezing contact with Kathy's shivering flesh.
"God, you're a gorgeous hunk of girl flesh!" rasped Sam standing now in a low cupped brassiere below which a roll of stomach bulged above the deeply cutting hip hugging waist of her black panties; below where the taut strings of her garters stretching to hold up her stockings. Sam ran one hand through the short bristle of her butch hair cut.
""Oh, please...don't hurt me...PAUL!"
Both hands fell upon her now, running feather light down her flat tummy to rummage in the blonde fleece of her pussy curls, one thumb stopping to give a polishing rub ot her clitoris, still swollen from the earlier excesses with Sid Parker. Then down between her inner thighs the fugitive fingers stroked while the sex crazed woman slunk around to the side of the bed, lowering her head ominously and blowing hot blasts of air to ripple over the sparse pubic curls and send another gush of blood to swell the bud of her captive's clitoris.
Kathy stiffened, her tied down body electrified with unwanted sensations that raced up one slender leg to taunt the center of her womanhood and up to the breasts before circuiting down to encourage her cuntal lips to trap blood there.
The lips, educated and warm, planted themselves on the creamy split of her cunt and fastened there parasitically, greedily sucking up the juices.
"No...Oh, God, NOOOOO!" Kathy squirmed, fighting against her bonds, but the rising spirit within her only served to stoke her tormentor's passion, and then Kathy felt the mattress sag as the matron pounced upon it, stationing herself between Kathy's svelte thighs.
"You like that, baby girl? You like Sammie's tongue nibbling at your clit, huh?"
Helplessness, like a disease, weakened Kathy's fear tightened body and she ceased her struggling, lying numbly, fighting to blot out the sensations coiling throughout her traitorous body.
"You wanna taste me now, honey?" The hands were fluttering between her legs once more as the big woman rolled aside, digging into the playground between Kathy's goose-bumped thighs and teasing at the swollen lipped slit. Deftly, she reached behind her back and unfastened her brassiere, letting the white mammary flesh ooze out, its half dollar sized nipples spiking to hardness instantly. Then her back muscles stretched as she reached over the side of the bed and picked up her bullwhip. "You want Sammie to sit on your face, baby, and cum all over that baby face, huh?"
Oh...no...oh dear God in Heaven...make her atop! A strangled cry escaped Kathy's lips and suddenly a square of light stealing through the door window was cut off by the massive frame of the nearly-naked woman straddling up along Kathy's slender rib cage, rocking the bed as she kneed her way forward.
Kathy could smell the heat of the woman's excited loins, feel mysteriously, too, the brush of her pubic hair against her chin as Sam closed in on her. Then, her face tight with passion, Sam reached down to spread further the lace of her crotchless panties where flourished a wealth of wiry black pubic hair, and implanted the ragged lips of her cunt against Kathy's fear-gaping mouth.
"Suck it, honey, you be good to Sam and Sam'll be good to you, baby.. .just suck it. Use your mouth...." Her words sounded soft and cajoling but her actions spoke a different language.
Kathy's torso jolted from the feel of something blunt and inhumanly big probing against her naked vagina and squirming her head, desperately fighting to dislodge the suffocating weight of the woman's crotch glued to her mouth, she felt the instrument slip through the folds of her cunt, lubricated by Sid Parker's sperm, and plunged into the heart of her womb.
"like that, baby?" cooed Sam, hammering the bullwhip handle into her prisoner's vagina with a force that sent Kathy's head banging against the wall behind her.
"Mmmmmm...nnnggghh...." Blond curls whipped furiously about her contorted face as Kathy flailed her head from side to side in attempt to escape the piquant taste of the woman's secretions dribbling honey-thick from her vaginal hole.
"You're going to suck me every day for two years, Kathy...you'll like that, won't you?"
God, the pain was worse than Sid Parker's raping penis; it felt as if a tree trunk had been stuffed up her tender womb! Choking on Sam's thick juices, Kathy's ovaled mouth opened in a muffled cry and with the next vicious jab into her pussy, her jaws snapped shut, her teeth biting into her tormentor's ragged cuntal lips, drawing blood.
"Ahhhhh! YOU BITCH! YOU'LL BE SORRY FOR THAT, YOU STUPID CUNT!"