Chapter 5
Whatever the dream was-and Susie never would remember-it must have been a dilly. Because it brought Susie to a bolt, upright position, her whole body shaking with bewilderment and fright.
The lone blanket, which had been covering Susie's naked body, fell away, revealing Susie's creamy, full-blown breasts complete with cherry nipples gone all pimply.
Jim would have liked going to her to give comfort, but there was no chance of that. He had a lump the size of a goose egg on the back of his head; and, he was trussed up to a chair like a pig being readied for market.
"Well, it looks as if sleeping beauty is finally coming back to life," Ken Jackson said from his position by the closed door. He was the only other person besides the two victims in the room. He had been watching them both carefully, having seen first Jim and now Susie regain consciousness.
God, that broad was a nice piece! And look at those breasts: so full so creamy, so strawberry-tipped. They were good enough to eat!
Susie quickly realized she was naked, her fuzzy mind playing back most of what had happened in the bathhouse. She reached down and quickly lifted back a piece of the blanket to cover up her naked breasts.
"Who are you?" Susie asked automatically, hearing her voice come out strained and high-pitched as she questioned Ken. She was still slightly nauseous from the chemical they had used to knock her unconscious.
'That's not important," Ken answered, flashing her a wide grin. "What's important is that I know who you are."
"His name is Jackson," Jim said. Jim had ceased his initial struggles to be free and was now calmly trying to somehow undo the knots that had his arms tied behind the chair. Jim had had little success so far; but, that didn't keep him from trying. "Ken Jackson."
"What's he want?" Susie asked, just a bit of the total horror beginning to dawn on her. "What he wants is . . . "
"I'd keep my mouth shut if I were you, big boss' lackey," Ken said, pushing himself away from the door and walking over to where Jim was hog-tied to the chair. "Little boys should only speak when they're spoken to."
"He's one of the coal miners," Jim said, defiantly ignoring Ken's warning.
Ken hit him. Hit him hard with a forceful backhand that almost sent Jim's chair off balance.
"You goddamn bastard!" Jim spat, tasting blood on his lip and feeling a ringing in both ears.
"Maybe next time you'll take my more subtle hints to keep your fucking mouth shut," Ken said and gave a thoroughly nasty laugh.
Seeing how helpless someone like Jim was against Ken only made Susie feel even more helpless than she already had. It all seemed so fantastic, so macabre. There she had been in the bathhouse at her own home, getting ready for a cool swim, and where was she now? Her last thought must have come out verbally; because, why else did Ken Jackson come to answer that very question for her.
"Don't worry your pretty head about where you are," Ken said. "We're someplace where your daddy isn't quickly going to find you unless we send him the road map."
"Where are my clothes?" Susie asked, suddenly deciding that getting something on her besides a blanket was the most important thing at the present. She would then work from there. She blushed suddenly at the thoughts of how those two kidnappers-and how many more?-had seen and ogled her naked body while Susie had been helpless and unconscious. It was obvious, too, that they had surprised Jim while he had been undressing. Jim was naked from the waist up and wasn't wearing any shoes.
"Clothes are something else you don't have to worry about," Ken said, giving another malicious smile. "We're all mighty friendly around here, as you'll soon see."
"I WANT my clothes!" Susie said, deciding that she couldn't afford to act subservient around this bastard, or he might really take advantage of her position.
"People in hell WANT ice water," Ken said, and gave a hearty laugh at his own little joke.
"Get her some clothes for Christ's sake!" Jim said. His voice brought him a really mean stare from Ken. Ken raised his right hand as if he were going to slap Jim a good one, once again. But, he seemed to have second thoughts-for the moment.
"What are you, buster, a fucking queer that you like your girls only if they've got their clothes on?"
Ken asked.
Susie had watched the exchange between the two men. She saw now a wave of unadulterated hate clouding Jim's features. Susie knew that Ken had better watch out if ever Jim got loose, or Ken would soon be made into mincemeat despite his own large size.
"Me now, I like my girls naked," Ken continued. "As a matter-of-fact, there isn't a real woman anywhere who doesn't look better with her clothes off than with them on. And this snooty rich broad is no exception."
"But I'm getting cold," Susie said, hoping that lie might evoke a certain amount of sympathy. She had been mistaken in her hope.
"You need someone to warm you up, is that what you're saying?" Ken asked, giving a wider smile. Susie noticed that he had two large canine teeth just like a dog. He even looked like an animal.
"I'm saying I want my clothes," Susie answered. She didn't like this man. She didn't like being in the same room with him. She certainly didn't like the idea that she was naked, or that he kept looking at her as if she were a prime piece of meat hanging in a butcher shop.
"And, I'm saying, once again, that you don't need any clothes," Ken said, and he walked over to the bed, feeling exceptionally big and powerful as he towered over the helpless young woman. "As a matter-of-fact, I think even that blanket you've got is too damned much. Don't you?"
Ken reached down and took a handful of blanket. He gave a gentle tug.
"Noooooooooo!" Susie squealed, keeping hold. She was afraid Ken was going to yank away what little covering she had left. At the same time, she wished she could blasely let him have it. She was sure he was getting his jollies off by threatening her. If she could have remained calm, cool, and collected, he probably would have soon tired of his little game.
Ken gave another tug, this one harder. A section of the blanket slid free to reveal part of Susie's left leg.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeez, don't," Susie said. All of her resolve to act unfazed by the prospect of her complete baring had gone flying out the window. She didn't know quite the reason, but there was suddenly no prospect quite so horrible as having this man lewdly eyeing her naked body. It didn't help any, either, that Jim was there in the room. While Susie had been quite prepared to expose most of her body to Jim while wearing a bikini, her being completely exposed was something else again.
"Come on, honey," Ken said, giving another playful pull. What was there, though, that told Susie the man wasn't playing at all? "I hear rich little girls like you have all-night parties all of the time where neither you nor your boyfriends wear a stitch of clothing."
"For Christ's sake, leave the girl alone!" Jim spat loudly. "Can't you see she's scared to death."
"AND YOU!" Ken said, turning suddenly and baring his teeth. "KEEP . . . YOUR . . . FUCKING . . . MANAGEMENT-SUCKING . . . MOUTH . . . SHUT!"
Ken let go of the blanket and stomped over to Jim. His large ham-like hand came up and swept forward to an eventual connection with Jim's left jaw. The force of the blow actually caused the chair to tip towards the right. Jim and the chair landed on the floor with a crash.
Ken, his fury still unabated, kicked Jim twice in the side. He then prepared to kick him again.
"No!" Susie screamed. "For God's sake, don't hurt him."
"Hurt him?" Ken asked, turning back to Susie. "Hurt him, little lady? By rights, I should kill the bastard and you, too."
"Kill us?" Susie asked, pulling the end of the blanket all the way up over her nose and peering at Ken over the edge of it. Up until now, she had somehow never thought anyone was in danger of getting killed. "Why would you kill us?"
"Because you're out to kill us, aren't you?" Ken asked. "You and your boyfriend there."
"He's not my boyfriend!" Susie said, finding that protestation a little ludicrous under the circumstances.
"You know how many hungry men, women, and kids are out there because of you?"
"Because of me?" Susie asked incredulously. How could she be responsible for anything? She had been away to school up until a couple of weeks ago. Oh, why hadn't she gone to Europe with Roger? She just didn't know how to deal with this kind of person.
"Yes, because of you," Ken said. He nodded toward Jim. "And because of him. And especially because of your old man."
"You call my father on the phone," Susie said. "You call him and you help us get away; and, my father will pay you for your efforts. He'll pay a lot of money to get me back."
"You must think a hell of a lot about yourself, honey," Ken said, licking his full lips lewdly. "I myself have seen better stuff walking the streets at two o'clock in the morning. Your old man is probably happy as hell to have you out of his hair."
"No, really," Susie said, figuring that if anything would appeal to this kind of person, it would be money. "He'll make you a rich man. Really he will."
"He's going to pay more than money, honey," Ken said, walking back to the bed and getting a strange satisfaction out of the way Susie cringed away from him. He, also, got a charge from the way Jim Folesom was grunting and groaning on the floor behind him.
Jim, as far as Ken was concerned, deserved just what he was getting, plus a hell of a lot more. Who in the fuck was Jim anyway but a goddamn traitor? Jim certainly had no reason to go around with his holier-than-thou attitude just because Talbot McKnight had taken an interest in Jim's welfare after Jim's old man had gotten killed in that mine explosion. Hell, Ken's old man had gotten killed in the same accident, and Talbot McKnight hadn't paid Ken any attention at all. Helping one kid apparently salved McKnight's conscience.
"Get me my clothes, and we'll both go see daddy," Susie said, knowing that she had to be grabbing at straws if she thought Ken was going to fall for that.
"Honey, when are you going to get it through your head that you don't need any clothes and aren't going to get any?"
"But...."
"But nothing!" Ken interrupted. He grabbed a handful of the blanket and gave a tug that broke one of Susie's fingernails as the blanket came free of her clutching fingers.
"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!" Susie screamed, crossing her arms over her breasts like some Egyptian mummy.
Ken watched Susie shuffling her ass around on the bed, her knees coming up, her arms crossed. He laughed. She looked like a hermit crab scuttling around the beach.
"You'd better keep your dirty hands off me, you animal!" Susie threatened, furious that she was allowing herself to feel so thoroughly vulnerable just because she had been deprived of one silly blanket. "You even think of touching me, and my father will see that you're put away forever."
"Think so?" Ken asked, his lecherous grin still on his face. And he knew that Susie might possibly be right. Anyway, that's the way Linda would have seen it. Linda had told both Ken and Chris that it was important they not harm the girl IN ANY WAY. If they harmed her, according to Linda, they were liable to really get things screwed up. They weren't, after all, kidnappers after a pile of money so they could take the loot, abandon the damaged merchandise, and flee off to South America or somewhere. Hell, no; after this was over, they all had to go back to work for Talbot McKnight, in Talbot McKnight's mine. Getting a strike settlement meant that Talbot got his daughter back-unharmed.
Still, Ken was finding it harder and harder not to just touch the merchandise. After all, how much damage was there to be had in just touching? His hand wasn't his cock, was it? Hell, there was all the difference in the world between the two. Besides, it wasn't like this little girl was still a virgin out to lose her cherry for the first time. There was just no way anyone could tell Ken that Susie was a virgin. No virgin would show up at the picket lines, flaunting her un-brassiered breasts, would she? Oh, no, this little bitch had seen plenty of action. Wasn't it about time she got herself touched by a real man?
"You going to tell me you haven't ever had a little heavy petting, honey?" Ken asked. He sat down on the edge of the bed, noticing as he did so that his cock had gone hard in his pants. He used his right hand to rearrange the lay of his blood-engorged meat. He noticed Susie noticing the movement of his hand. He saw Susie's eyes go wide at the sight of the large bump Ken's hard cock was making in his pants crotch. Ken wondered if this blue-blood cunt-what with all the pimply-faced prep-school jocks she had gone through-had ever really seen a genuine, one-hundred percent man-cock."
"You want to take a peek at the real thing?" Ken asked. His hand, still lingering at his crotch, pressed his pants material so that his cock length was so explicitly outlined that Susie could readily tell that the cock was circumcised.
"Oh . . . you.. . you.. . you . . . " Susie stammered, trying to think of something bad enough to fit the bill.
"It's big, honey," Ken said, giving his cock ridge a lengthy caress that brought his fingers from his cock corona to his cock roots. "I wonder if you've ever seen one as big as mine is."
"You're sick!" Susie said, hearing her voice go breathless. She wondered why it was so difficult for her to pull her eyes away from Ken's groin. Ken's cock certainly did look big. It looked too big to be real.
Susie wondered if Ken didn't just have a sock stuck in there. Some of the kids Susie had known had done that. Yet, Ken's ridge along his left thigh certainly didn't look like a rolled sock. It looked like hard cock all right.
"Come on, honey. Why don't I just pull it out for a look-see? If you're real nice, I could even let you touch it or maybe lick its head."
"Ohhhhhhhh, you are revolting!" Susie said; and, she shivered. Her chills were partly from fear, partly from something else. If she hadn't known it had to be impossible, she would have thought her pussy membranes were leaking large drops of natural lubricant to turn her inner cunt all wet and buttery.
"You had better be damned careful how you treat that girl," Jim said from his awkward position on the floor. Despite his pains, he felt it was his duty to say something. He, after all, had been charged with protecting Susie, hadn't he? And, he had certainly muffed the job. Yes.. . he.. . hod.. . certainly.. . muffed . . . the . . . job. "That girl is your ticket out of here."
"I'm not going to tell your boyfriend too many more times to keep his mouth shut," Ken said. "Why don't you give it a try, honey? Maybe he'll pay more attention to you."
Susie didn't say anything. She scrunched herself up tighter against the wall, her heels tucked up tightly against her cheeky ass.
Quite suddenly, Ken's hands flashed out and clamped in hard on Susie's shoulders.
"I told you to tell your boyfriend to.. . keep.. . his fucking.. . mouth shut," Ken said between gnawing teeth. Inside his pants crotch, his hard cock gave a little jerk and leaked an oozing of pre-seminal juices into his underwear.
Goddamn, her skin was soft!
"You're hurting me!" Susie squealed, wishing she could have ignored the pain.
"Your hurt is going to be nothing compared to what that loud-mouth bastard friend of yours is going to be experiencing the next time he decides to open his mouth."
"You hurt her, buster, and you don't get out of here!" Jim said. He knew he would be just as helpless now against his attacker as he had been before. However, he did feel an undeniable obligation to do all he could for Susie, even if he was tired and helpless.
"Okay, bastard!" Ken said, releasing Susie and moving to leave his position on the bed.
"Noooooo!" Susie screamed, thrashing out with her feet and hitting Ken squarely on his hip. "Leave me alone!"
Ken turned his attention back to Susie who had miraculously rolled her body back up again after having kicked out.
"Feisty little bitch, aren't you?" Ken said, deciding that Susie had far more spirit than he had originally given her credit for. Ken liked a woman with spirit. That was probably why he had gotten involved with Linda Ralston. God knew Ken could have gotten a better looker than Linda; but, Linda had a lot of things going for her that most better-looking broads would have never had.
And, here was little Susie McKnight, the big boss' daughter: one minute cowering like a little baby, the next minute lashing out like a regular vixen.
Both Linda and Chris would probably have really been fit to be tied if they knew what obscenely lewd thoughts were even then filling Ken's mind.
Oh, Ken had certainly had good intentions. But, it had been damned hard living up to them from the beginning, especially since they had busted into that bathhouse and found little Susie McKnight standing there as naked as the day she had been born. Ken's cock had gone hard right off.
Besides, Ken didn't care what either Linda or Chris would say, there was no harm in fooling around just a little. Oh, he probably wouldn't go all the way and fuck her, but there were certainly a few other things which could be done without damaging the merchandise too much. And if Susie enjoyed it, like Ken was sure she would, then Susie probably wouldn't even mention it to her old man when she got out of here. And if Susie didn't mention it, it was highly doubtful that fuck-head Jim Folesom would say anything either.
"So, maybe I won't hurt your friend there," Ken said, moving closer to Susie on the bed . "But that's up to you."
"What do you mean, up to me?" Susie asked suspiciously. If she could have pulled back into a tighter ball, she would have done so.
"I merely mean, since we're all going to be spending some time together, it would be ridiculous for us not to be-you know?-friendly."
"I don't want to be friendly," Susie said, feeling more waves of fear and masochistic excitement spilling through her body. "I want to go home!"
'There's a hell of a lot more to keep you amused here than at home," Ken said, patting his groin.
"You are disgusting!" Susie said.
"And, you're disgusting, too, little lady," Ken said, putting out a hand and running his fingertips along one of Susie's legs. 'To be pretending you don't really want a little fun while you're cooped up here."
"Don't . . . TOUCH ME!" Susie squealed, trying desperately to shrink up into a more compact ball for protection. "Just get me my clothes and my father."
"Be nice, and you just might get some clothes," Ken answered. "After all, we wouldn't want you to catch cold, now would we?"
"Pleeeeez, don't touch me!" Susie begged, trying to get in a couple more good kicks. But this time, Ken was too fast for her. He not only successfully avoided her kicks, but his ham-like hands each grabbed one of Susie's ankles. Ken then pulled hard. Susie's buttocks slid across the mattress. Susie's head banged against the wall and then hit the bed.
Her back now flat on the bed, her ankles clamped tightly by Ken's vise-like fingers, Susie tried desperately to twist to freedom. But as she tried, Susie felt the sudden shock of Ken's hand smacking hard against her cheek. It was the surprise of the blow more than the resulting pain-the latter not really having had time to register-that sent Susie into tears.
"Go ahead and cry, honey," Ken said, "and Ken here will make you feel better.
"You go any further than you already have, you bastard, and you're going to end up finding yourself minus a couple of balls," Jim said, his helpless struggles to get free rattling his overturned chair.
But for once, Ken wasn't really paying much attention to what Jim was or wasn't saying. Ken was simply too engrossed with what he had just spread out on the bed for his perusal.
Susie had done all she could to conceal her naked body. She had her left hand fanning out over her blonde-haired cunt, her right hand cupping her left breast, her right forearm covering her right nipple. She was sobbing, afraid of what was going to happen next.
Susie really couldn't understand why Ken was so intent on humiliating her and embarrassing her. After all, Jim had been right: Talbot wasn't going to be any too happy the way it was; and, he would be furious if he ever found out one of the miners had gotten sexually intimate with his daughter. Ken, as Susie saw it-and apparently as Jim saw it-was only hurting his own cause by doing what he was now doing.
Ken, though, had already sufficiently rationalized his behavior in his own mind, positive that there was no harm really being done. Besides, his own inherent masculine ego told him that there were very few women-Susie McKnight included-who couldn't be made to eventually appreciate his substantial charms. Who knew, maybe Susie McKnight would get so taken by Ken that she would want even more of what he could give her, even after she had been turned loose. Ken could even see himself married to Susie. And Ken could certainly go for the fringe benefits that went with Susie. Ken, after all, had seen enough of the McKnight house and grounds when he'd been there to kidnap Susie to know that he could get used to those luxuries pretty damned fast.
Susie would have been shocked had she known Ken actually thought she could enjoy what he was doing-what he was planning to do. Susie was frankly so ashamed, so embarrassed, so humiliated, she was even then wishing that she could somehow curl up and die. There was just something about the way
Ken's eyes were devouring her which seemed literally obscene.
'That's better," Ken said, noticing with satisfaction that Susie had ceased her silly protests. Susie had obviously come to realize that what Ken was offering her he had had other girls begging for. "Except, there's certainly no point in covering up that sizzling little cunt and beautiful breasts of yours with your hands."
"Pleeeez don't," Susie said as Ken slowly but firmly began to pry her hands away from her hair-fringed cunt and her rosy-nippled breasts.
Susie lay there, sobbing softly as Ken's hands roamed at will over her naked and vulnerable body. He stroked her neck, caressed her throat, fondled the smooth flesh of her shoulders. He cupped her breasts, one to each huge palm, and began kneading and squeezing them.
And, there was nothing Susie could do about it! Nothing!
"You are really going to get it, fucker!" Jim said from the floor. "I mean, you are going to get it!"
And, what was the good ofallJims idle threats? He might as well not have bothered, for all the help it was doing Susie. In fact, things might have been better-they certainly would have been less mortifying for Susie-if Jim hadn't been there at all to witness Susie's being subjected to Ken's degenerate fondling.
"I want you to please stop," Susie said, her voice strained and near breaking. Susie was mortified beyond belief when her nipples went hard and tack-like against Ken's cupping palms.
And, what would the bastard be thinking when he felt Susie's erect nipples? Would he be such a pervert to think Susie was enjoying any of this?
"No, you don't want me to stop," Ken said. Oh, yes, he had felt Susie's stiffening nipples. God, how could he have missed them. They were large and hard. They were as stiff as miniature cock-s.
Ken bent his head over Susie's body. His left hand uncovered Susie's nipple, leaving the strawberry rocket on it launch pad available for Ken's kissing. His tongue lapped, feeling the same hardness his palm had felt before it.
"Stop it . . . stop it . . . stop it," Susie moaned, knowing she was helpless to stop any of this. She was just a victim, a helpless victim, with no longer any control over anything-not even over what happened to her own body.
Ken's touch sent wavering growls of unwanted and unexpected-pass-ion through Susie's naked body. She made a move to push Ken's head away but then thought better of it. What was the point?
What.. . was . . . the . . . point?
So, Susie made no immediate effort to stop Ken's hands as they moved even more freely over her. Susie only jerked slightly as Ken's fingers began softly combing through the curly wisps of Susie's blonde pubic hair.
"Ohhhhhhh, pleeeeeez, stop. Pleeeeeez," Susie whimpered as the tip of Ken's index finger slipped slowly along the tight cleft of Susie's pussy.
By looking down over her mushroomed breasts, down over her flat belly, down between her legs, Susie could see Ken's playful fingers and Ken's salaciously moving lips. But, Susie didn't want to see any of it. She shut her eyes and prayed some miracle would occur to make it all end.
"You sonofabitch . . . you sonofabitch," Jim chanted from the floor, indignant not only because of what Ken was doing to Susie but, also, because Jim's cock was hard as a brick in his pants.
Ken's fingertip, played at the pouting lips of Susie's cunt, getting wet on the girl's leaking cunt juices which were beginning to bubble from the slit.
"Your cunt is getting all nice and juicy, isn't it, honey?" Ken asked. "You know when a woman's cunt gets all hot and oozy that she's excited as hell. And, old Ken here-Ken of the magic fingers-is really turning you on, isn't he?"
"I just want my clothes," Susie said, her eyes still closed. "I just want to go AAAAAGGHHHHHHHRRRR!"
Ken's fingertip had actually penetrated Susie's pussy mouth and touched the throbbing little bud of Susie's clitoris. The result had been a shock-like bolt of electricity exploding through Susie's lower belly.
Ken finally pulled his finger free, smiling as he saw how Susie tried to clamp her thighs together. Ken took his time, knowing he could pry those pretty little legs apart any time he wanted. He was strong. Susie was weak. And besides, Susie wasn't fooling anybody. Ken knew that she was just putting on an act for Jim's benefit. Oh, yes, Ken knew a hot cunt when he saw one. And, this rich bitch was one hell of a sizzler!
Ken brought his finger to his nose. He sniffed, smelling the warm, heady, woman smells. He stuck out his tongue, licking at the juice which had slicked his finger. A slightly oily taste spread to his taste buds. Ken licked some more. Like a potent aphrodisiac, the flavors lingered, flowed with his spit down into his belly whenever he swallowed. They made Ken hot: hotter than he already had been.
Ken pulled Susie's thighs roughly apart. If Susie tasted so good on his finger, how would she taste pressed directly against his sucking lips? And, how would Ken feel once he was siphoning up more of Susie's luscious juices?
Susie felt Ken's hot breath on her loins. Her eyes immediately popped open when the young woman realized what Ken was about. She couldn't believe it, even when she saw his head poised ready between her legs. He was actually contemplating putting his lewd tongue where his fingers had been. He was going to put his foul mouth to her pussy.
"DON'T DO THAT! DON'T DO THAT!" Susie screamed. She wouldn't let him do it. She simply wouldn't let him to it. Not that! CHRIST, NOT THAT!
So, Susie was suddenly once more struggling. And, for a moment, her surprise resistance caught Ken completely off guard. Ken had completely convinced himself by that time that he had Susie right where he wanted her. And not this! What the fuck was wrong with this broad? Maybe she had just been having too good of a time. Yea, that was it. She wanted to put up a little show for Jim Folesom's benefit. Ken supposed it just wouldn't have looked good to Jim if Susie had just laid there and let Ken's tongue had at her cunt without even a token protest.
Susie thrashed about, trying her best to get away. But Ken was big, and he was strong, and he was in the dominant position. Besides, Susie had always known she had no chance whatsoever of winning. So, she wasn't surprised when, finally exhausted, she was completely overpowered.
Susie went utterly limp, laying back on the bed, unresisting. She shut her eyes after first seeing how Ken's lust-filled eyes were burning a hole in the hole between her lewdly splayed thighs.
Oh, God, she had tried, hadn't she? What more could she possibly do? What more?
"Good show, honey," Ken said. He had really been excited by the struggle. At times, Susie had somehow made it seem as if she really did want to escape. And, that had made it better yet for Ken. Even Jim would have been convinced. If Ken hadn't known better, he sure as hell would have been certain Susie didn't want his head buried between her legs.
But, then, Ken did know better, didn't he?
Ken opened his hands against the flesh of Susie's inner thighs. His thumbs hooked into the young woman's crotch, exerting an outward pressure that caused Susie's hair-fringed cunt mouth to come wetly apart. The space between the open cunt-al lips was strung with sticky strings of cunt juice. The flower-pink skin of the inner pussy was made even pinker by the moisture.
"Oh, my God, my God," Susie moaned, wondering if her voice could ever portray the shame she was feeling at that minute.
"Lovely," Ken said, paying no attention to what Susie was saying. Whatever Susie mumbled, they were just words. Ken had himself convinced that Susie would have been singing a quite different tune if only Jim hadn't been in the room with them.
Ken bowed his face into the vee of Susie's spread crotch. Simultaneously, his tongue was stuck out.
"Ooooooooo!" Susie cried out as lewd and deliciously obscene sensations raced through her whole body. An uncontrollable reaction to the all-consuming tingling was the sudden way Susie's legs jerked wider apart. The young woman's toes pointed.
Ken's thick tongue wiped Susie's thin, narrow pussy fissure, probing, exploring, darting in to again and again locate Susie's erect clitoris. Each time Ken's tongue found the budded bundle of nerve ends, Ken licked voraciously, eagerly subjecting Susie's body to unquestioning pleasure.
"Pleeeeez . . . stop . . . stop," Susie whined in agonized ecstasy, humiliated that she was experiencing wicked delight as a result of this wanton attack on her body.
All at once, Ken's hungry mouth closed in around the hardened clitoral bud that so strained against the whipping of his flicking tongue. Breathing heavily with his mad pass-ion, Ken began a hearty sucking of the small nub. He burrowed his face deeper into Susie's helplessly splayed crotch. His teeth gave a series of tiny, gnawing nips at the tender teat of hard flesh.
"Oh, sweet God, stop him! STOP HIM!" Susie cried out, her body alive with the torturous pleasure that Ken's mouth was then giving her.
Susie arched her back. She struggled, hoping one last time to succeed where she had failed before.
But Ken held Susie with his hands. And, Ken held Susie with his mouth. And, there was really nothing Susie could do but give a gargled groan of total despair and unwanted desire as she slumped back against the bed.
Ken just kept right on with his maddening licking of Susie's pussy mouth. His tongue darted in and out of Susie's saliva-and-juice-drenched pussy cavity. His tongue flicked out to lave the soft folds of Susie's cunt flesh.
Then, hooking the backs of Susie's knees with his arms, Ken lifted Susie's legs, licking from the young woman's juicy cunt down between the smooth twin cheeks of Susie's nakedly upturned ass.
Ken could tell that Susie was hot. Oh, yes, he could tell all right. Susie was hot! And Ken's tongue had made this rich bitch almost ready for the feel of bigger and better things up her cunt than just Ken's tongue. But first, Ken would take Susie those last few inches she needed to go before her guts began creaming from the workout of Ken's tongue.
Ken licked back to Susie's pussy, fastening his mouth once again around the hair-covered mons like a leech at feeding time. He sucked, savoring the deluge of hot, oily girl-woman juices Susie fed him. He battered Susie's clitoris with his tongue, working it over like a boxer would use a punching bag.
Ken's tongue thrust again and again, feeling Susie's clitoral throbbing as the young woman lurched pell-mell toward orgasm.
Susie jerked and spasmed helplessly. More wet and sticky fluids gushed from the walls of Susie's orally molested pussy. Then, suddenly, while Susie hopelessly fought against it, the girl's body was wracked with trembling shudders. She began to writhe.
"Ohhhhh . . . Jesus . . . I'm cumming! I'm cummmmming! Ohhhhh . . . ughhhhh . . . aggghhhhrreeeeiiii . . . I'M FUCKING CUMMMMMMING!"
Susie locked her legs around Ken's head, holding the man's face tightly anchored against her juicy cunt. Susie's hips bucked upward, grinding her blonde pubic hair into Ken's nose, his cheeks, and his chin.
And Ken's mouth rode Susie's heaving saddle, never once turning loose of his prize. Ken sucked, continued sucking, releasing his suction only when Susie's body had ended its spasms and had gone limp once more on the bed.
Oh, Susie was ripe for cock now! Ken just knew she was ready. He'd get very little protest if any when he stuffed her juice-sopped cunt with his hard, meaty cock.
Ken hurriedly went to his knees between Susie's open thighs, triumphantly eyeing Susie's awaiting cunt mouth. Ken took his cock quickly out of his pants and leaned to guide his pulpy cock-head between Susie's lewdly splayed legs. His drooling cock corona added more juices to the long golden strands of pubic hair that fringed the lips of Susie's sizzling pussy.
"Ugh!" Susie groaned, her breath catching deep inside of her throat as she felt herself possessed of agonizing guilt and irrepressible desire. She fought to control the delicious spasms that were making her body crave the feel of hard, hot cock stuffed up Susie's vaginal crevice. She knew that what Ken was planning to do to her body was the vilest of rapes, but she just couldn't help herself. Rape or no rape, Susie somehow needed the feel of Ken's cock inside of her.
"Oh, God, help me!" Susie groaned, defenseless against Ken's blood-engorged stiffness which was even then preparing to skewer her alive.
Oh, she was lost . . . lost . . . lost! There was no longer anything she could do to prevent her further brutal ravagement.