Chapter 8
That afternoon, David went to Shana's apartment, intent on putting his plan into effect.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, when she answered his buzz.
He saw she was dressed in a white blouse and emerald-green skirt. How befittingly Irish.
"Quite well, thank you," she replied, eyeing him in his yellow shirt and tan slacks. He had no coat on, which meant he had come here directly from his apartment and not from outside.
"Sleep well?" he asked, following her into the living room.
"You should know," she shrugged. "You were here last night, and you beat me senseless, didn't you?"
"Hardly that," he replied. "Besides, in spite of what you may say, I can tell that your body enjoyed it."
"Oh?"
"I'm an expert cocksman, Shana," he told her. "I can tell when a woman likes what I'm doing."
"I'm sure," she shrugged, sipping from a cup of tea she had made for herself before he had arrived. "You know all about cunts, don't you. You're such a clever man."
"As a matter of fact, I do know a lot about cunts," he replied. "However it had nothing to do with last night. You see, I also know all about you, Shana. I don't need your cunt to tell you like me. Any other part of your body would respond equally well."
"I think you should know I despise you," Shana told him. "I despise everything you do to me."
"Actually, I think you love me," he laughed. "But this is something you're going to have to find out for yourself."
"Ah, the great Casanova, just let him take out his penis, and women swoon over him."
"I don't know about other women, Shana, but I do know that no matter where I pushed my penis into you, you would respond by letting me eventually know you loved it."
"Now I remember," she gasped. "You actually pushed that horrible thing into my mouth, didn't you?"
"Uh huh!" he nodded.
"You're disgusting!" she snapped.
"If I'd kept it there long enough, you'd have learned to love it."
"You're a bastard, David. I remember biting it, and that's what I'd do again if you tried shoving it into my mouth."
"But next time I'll have a set of pliers and I'll pull out your teeth if you bite," he insisted.
"You would, too," she snapped.
"Naturally," he nodded. "However, I'm not interested in your mouth, right now."
"Ah, the big man is going to force me to give him my cunt again," Shana angrily bit at him. "Too bad you can't go fuck yourself. That would probably be the lay you would enjoy most."
"You're being snide, Shana, and I don't like it."
"I'm not being snide," she shrugged. "I wish I had a cock and was able to go around sticking it into any woman I wanted. I'm sure it would be much more fun than just sitting around waiting to get stuck."
"Envy, again? Ah, Shana, you need another lesson."
"Another excuse," she snorted. "You intended doing this to me anyway. So stop playing games and do your worst."
David felt his desire for Shana intensify, and her attitude irritated him all the more. At this moment he wanted nothing more than to beat the bejesus out of the red-haired woman. He actually wanted to physically hurt her, but not in the way he had done last night. This whole damn thing seemed so totally ridiculous. Why were they playing games? Why didn't he come out and say, "Shana, I love you?" Because she would laugh at him, that was why. She would laugh at him as she had laughed at so many other men who had claimed to have loved her in spite of having felt a response from her that was more than merely sexual the last two times. A lot of pride had been knocked out of Shana, but she was still too proud to admit to love.
"Come on!" she taunted. "You've turned me into a whore. Use me!"
"Shana, you are the dumbest, stupidest cunt I've ever known," he snapped at her. "At no time did I treat you like a whore. You want to find out how a whore gets treated? Fine. Finish that cup of tea."
She put the cup down, saying, "Suddenly I'm not in the mood for it."
"Fine!" he roared, and he grabbed her arm and he yanked her into the bedroom. "Off with the clothes," he ordered, himself starting to undress. She undressed. Shana knew better than to argue by now. "Now get up on the bed."
She turned her back to him and kneeled on the bed, saying, "This is the part of me you deserve to see."
"Is that right?" he asked.
He finished removing his clothes, but instead of pounding on her, he began walking around the bed, studying her naked body. He nodded, smiled, and to Shana, it seemed as if she had been on the bed for an eternity. The hows and wherefores of what was happening suddenly didn't seem to matter. She had made some kind of unforgivable blunder. She had underestimated him as a man, thinking he was as easily taunted into being made to feel small as all the other men she had known who had tried getting fresh with her.
The coldness in David's eyes told her he no longer felt any kind of sympathy for her whatsoever, though last night she had the distinct feeling he was beginning to feel sorry for what he had done. Now, by being so retortive, she had wiped out that sympathy. It was that sympathy on which she had intended playing to eventually make him marry her once she was certain that she was pregnant.
She was naked, too naked, too exposed. She felt horrible on the bed in front of him this way. He was examining her nakedness, himself naked, and she once remembered Gina telling her how Con liked to look at her, Gina, this way. Here she was, helplessly kneeling on the bed as he examined her as if she were part of some prime cattle display.
What was wrong with her? Why did she deny that she had enjoyed being fucked? If she had been civil to him, he probably would have fucked her in the missionary way all over again, and she would have enjoyed it all that much more. For the first time she realized she had reacted with a certain amount of stupidity, and what she was going to get now, she might not deserve, but it was something that might have been avoided altogether. Her mind picked up something else that had happened to her the previous night, when she had been almost asleep. He had put his mouth between her thighs and he had licked her for a brief moment, and she had enjoyed it all very much, though it had taken until now for her to realize it.
"Go ahead," she insisted. "Just go on and do it, whatever it is."
"You bet your ass I'm going to go ahead and do it," he smiled.
Her ass! Yes, that was what he would use, this time.
Standing behind her, he looked at the delectable round asscheeks, at the perfect moons and the shapely swells. At the moment her ass was somewhat relaxed, and as a result, he was able to see the brown, prune-like pucker between her cheeks. Those cheeks swayed obscenely from side to side, inviting him closer.
"Wh-what are you doing this time?" Shana asked.
"You'll find out when I do it," he told her, and a combination of feelings welled up inside him.
He loved the woman, but he hated her attitude. He loved her body, that much was certain, but he also loved the individual encased in the body. What he hated was her holier-than-thou attitude in spite of the fact that she had done all kinds of smuggling. She had committed sin after sin after sin, and it hadn't bothered her, but now, when he was enforcing something that she had actually enjoyed twice, she openly mocked him as if letting him know she had no respect for him for using her. Well, hell! He wanted her love! The hell with her respect! Besides, this was precisely what might be needed for her to call her former associate, Conally Morse, and have him come to protect her. Hell! From what he had learned of Morse, the dark-haired man had been looking to ball her, too. He might see this as an opportunity to do just that.
David knelt behind Shana, his thick, purple penis swollen and bulging, darkly straining, the huge bluish veins standing out all over, looking like road map lines running through the thick barrel. The stiffened shaft seemed just as angry as the rest of David.
Leaning over the helplessly kneeling redhead, the man slowly and deliberately parted the tantalizing cheeks of her full, rounded behind, tugging them much wider apart than they were normally meant to be pulled. In his mind, he was thinking how delectable this was going to be. This one was for envy, in this case penis-envy. She had expressed a desire to have a penis of her own. Well, he wasn't able to provide her with that, but he was certainly able to provide her with his penis, and in another place, too.
David didn't often fuck a woman this way. Most women objected, although he had encountered one or two who liked being ass-fucked, and he had to admit, the largest, loosest ass was still tighter than the tightest cunt.
Before him was a woman who had never before had a love-life. Now he was giving it to her in spades. His mind was already visualizing how thrilling it was going to be to fuck her this way. God! She had one delectable cunt, though. Even though his mind was concentrating on her ass, his eyes inadvertently looked at the cunt. Shit! This was one fabulous pussy. But then, everything about Shana was fabulous. Her ass was bound to be as delectable as the rest of her.
"Come on, you redheaded bitch!" he snapped. "I want you to spread those hot thighs a little wider."
She moaned, aghast that he would even think to approach her from the rear. Her mind was still certain he was going to use the cunt. She was in for one heck of a surprise.
Abruptly, his face moved down and his lips pursed themselves at the pucker of her asshole and he spat saliva into it as his tongue thrust inside and sent the sputum through her.
"No!" she screamed. "For god's sake, stay away from there."
She cringed at the wet feeling invading her rectal interior, aware of how unprotected she was in there. The very idea that David had put his mouth down there had her quaking. It was so crude, so ridiculous. The mere idea seemed so totally obscene, yet she was only able to protest in a most perfunctory way since no matter what she said, David went ahead and did what he wanted to do. What kind of man was he? Any other private investigator would have turned her in a long time ago. Was he holding off merely to enjoy her, and then intended turning her in anyway?
In a way she wondered if she didn't deserve this. After all, she had all but challenged him to do his worst. Still, this lewd pressure with his tongue on her rectal opening seemed to her far more perverse than any physical kind of beating he might have given her. She felt so totally powerless to move and pull away from him. She remained on her hands and knees as the overpowering David continued probing with his tongue into her rear crack, sending chills through her naked behind as his tongue thrust into her asshole again and again. Not that she actually believed herself to be dirty back there. It was merely that she knew that was not a part of her that she had ever associated with sex, yet he was doing something to it that he had done to her vagina-if only for a few moments, the night before. By presenting her buttocks to him, she felt ashamed.
"Come on, dear," David snapped sarcastically. "Wider!" The gleeful sound in his voice told her he was really enjoying what he was doing to her.
"You might call this an acquired taste," he told her, laughing at his own pun.
He leaned farther into the lovely redhead's tantalizing white thighs. They were spread so far apart, the corded tendons were clearly visible as they strained.
Suddenly David's wet tongue was gone. Shana thought for a moment that this horror might end sooner than expected. But that was when she felt a sharp, agonizing pain attacking her rectum. With a certain alarm, she realized he had sent a finger knifing into her backside. Her anus clenched around it, but he didn't let that bother him. He was pushing the digit, working it around and around, sinking it all the more insistently into the narrow tract of her rectum, feeling her nether flesh slowly, grudgingly give way.
Shana did her best to squirm away from the crudely probing digit, but his other hand reached out and fingers dug into her hip, holding her fast. He began turning his finger around and around, sliding it steadily inward in spite of Shana's loud groans.
"Gggghhhhnnnggghhhh! Unnnnnnnngggghhhhh! Aaaaannnngggghhhh!" she cried out to him.
The pain was overpowering, horrible, terrible, but even worse than the agony was the constant feeling of shame within her. No one had ever poked a finger into her there, before. Gina had told her that Con had fingered and sodomized her, but Shana had found that hard to believe. Why would Con want to use Gina's ass when he had her cunt? Yet, here was David, doing the same thing, and Shana found it almost incredible. Her ass was being invaded.
"David, please ... you don't know what you're doing ... stop ..." Shana begged.
"Oh,?" David asked. "You want me to stop pushing my finger into your rear?"
"Yes!" she gasped.
"Fine, I'll stop," he taunted.
David had wondered if he would actually go through with this. Ass-fucking was not something most women liked to do. But at the moment it was important to get her to call her friend Conally Morse for help, and if fucking her cunt hadn't done it, and even pushing his cock into her mouth hadn't done it, then he had to fuck her ass.
He withdrew his finger, feeling the smooth, rubberiness of the tight folds back there. The muscle reaction of her anus was to try and cling to his finger even though he had pulled it out. It was as if her rectum was reluctant to lose the finger.
His massive, swollen cock was aching and stiff, and he wanted to get on with it. He slowly moved forward, pressing his lasciviously blood-engorged phallus against the tiny opening that was her anus. The prunelike pucker pressed back against his penile tip.
Shana suddenly realized what he was going to do was far worse than what he had already done. He was actually going to try and fuck her back there.
"Oh, no! For the love of heaven ... not like that. The regular way, David, please, the regular way. Oh, please ... you said you like my vagina. Just put your penis inside there. I promise I'll react for you ... I will ... but don't go into my ass ... " and then her words were interrupted by the suddenness of his forward motion.
The gigantic swollen tip of his impatiently straining phallus pushed at Shana's helplessly protesting rectum, shoving hard, then even harder, and Shana's arms flailed against the covers, her head bobbing up and down in the midst of shrieks of pain. Finally, the tiny tightness of her futilely resisting anal entrance gave way, and the throbbing head of his huge prick sank just inside her puckering anus.
"Hhhhhaaaayyyy aaaaaaaaeeee yyyyeeeeaaaa gg-aahhhhhh!"
The beautiful redheaded woman writhed in helpless and uncontrolled agony. The unnatural entry brought a searing pain that radiated uncontrollably through her backside, sending streaks of torment through her ravished flesh. Shafts of agony continued to brutally drive through her nakedly vibrating body.
"There!" he gasped, still driving in. "How d'you like that!"
"Stop, David!" she cried aloud, weeping, the tears falling without restraint down her cheeks. "You must stop ... now! It hurts! Oh, God! It hurts so much! So much! You'll kill me!"
But rather than comply with the helpless woman's pleas, David pushed his heatedly pulsing penis another inch into the narrow strait of her rectum, severely stretching the back passage that much more. He heard her cries and it did chill him, but he reminded himself he was doing this not merely for personal pleasure, though he was admittedly getting his share of that, too. No, he was doing this to make her hate him enough to call for help, and the only person on whom she would be able to depend was Conally Morse, so he had to go through with this at all costs. He had to feel his excitedly pulsing penis deeper in the tunnel between her softly clenching asscheeks.
He was aware of the way her rectal tunnel was contracting, squeezing hard and with the pressure of a vise, as if trying to expel his throbbing organ. But these frenetic efforts on Shana's part were only serving to create a luxuriously tingling sensation all around his pulsing phallus, swollen now to the point of pain considering the crusher in which it was embedded. The man was aware of his desire-hardened organ sliding all the way forward, moving high, high up into the tightness of her anal canal, unmercifully spreading her narrow little interior as it went. A massive shudder was traversing through the redhead's body, and unable to stand what she was feeling, she fell forward on her face. She recalled with such bitterness how, last night, in spite of the initial pain he had caused in taking her virginity, he had at least given her some pleasure in return. But then, he had treated her like a woman, not a slave. She had lain on her back, and he had forced himself into her, but as a man on a woman, and not like a dog fucking a bitch. It was different right now. Everything was different. Her entire life had changed completely, and she would never be the same again.
"Dear God ... please ... please ... I swear I'll never do another bad thing again ..." she wept.
Her arms were trembling with the strain of supporting her, and finally they collapsed beneath her. Her head and her entire upper torso went crashing against the rumpled bedcovers. Her firmly rounded breasts were almost crushed flat because of the way she fell. With her sorely aching ass-tunnel filled with myriad pain, and her buttocks raised high in the air, she lay totally quiet for the moment, completely overcome by the breadth of the thickly churning phallus remaining deeply embedded in the tightness of her bowels. He was probably ruining her back there. She was unable to imagine ever feeling normal again. The smooth cushions of her tantalizing asscheeks were being spread even wider by this brute's rough hands, and she cursed the day he had moved into the apartment below hers. She should have figured something was wrong when she learned he had sub-leased the place for only a few months instead of taking out a regular lease like all the other tenants. But then, she had always been too trusting. It was surprising she had lasted in her business as long as she had. It was one of the reasons why she had elected to get out so soon.
Through a haze of pain she wondered if indeed all this was happening to her. Yes, it definitely was, and her cries for the moment were muffled sobs into the mattress.
Feeling Shana's resistance had decreased, David finished plunging his cock into her ass, rubbing his hairy pelvis against the roundness of her cheeks. Then once convinced her ass-tunnel had widened enough, he began a rhythmic back and forth pounding, fucking his cock deeper and deeper into her back passage with each forward thrust. God! It felt much too good for him to stop, now. He felt no anger toward her, but neither did he think of doing this in the line of duty any longer, because his sole interest at the moment was in seeing to it, somehow, that both of them came.
Beneath him, Shana did her best to adjust her position in order to make his driving thrusts hurt a little less. But each move only caused a new stab of pain to build that much higher inside her. It soon dawned on her that David, behind her, was actually getting some kind of perverse thrill at her attempts to escape the agony she was feeling. He intensified the drives of his cruel strokes, pounding into her nakedly defenseless rectal tunnel, and the beautiful woman began to construe each insanely delving thrust of David's lust swollen penis as specific punishment for the sins he had enumerated. Was it possible that some unseen deity was finding a way to absolve her of her past crimes by making her accept this torture now? If so, she certainly deserved this terrible experience. What she was feeling now was pure hell. Her punishment was being taken care of now instead of in an after-life, and she was determined to withstand it. So even though David had done this to make her hate him enough to call for help, Shana, for the moment, was accepting this as her due, contrary to what David wished.
Her pain-wracked inner self began expecting new savage thrust. Her desperately jerking buttocks continually received the thrilling buffeting of the man's powerfully thrusting loins as a sort of masochistic thrill began building in her.
David looked down at the incredible sight of his powering penis all lustfully swollen constantly grinding in and out of the lovely red-haired woman's private back-tunnel. He enjoyed the sight of his cock glistening as it did, the head still a deep purple color as it left the straining confines of her helplessly ravaged rectum, only to thrust right back in again. He allowed his hands to roam underneath and press against her soft belly, knowing she had stopped trying to get away from him. His fingers found the flame-haired-covered mound of her tantalizing cunt, and with a single swift, insinuating motion, he spread the soft lips of wet flesh that formed her vaginal lips and slid his outstretched finger into the sucking center, feeling her vagina grasp at the finger and cling to it.
He arched upward into her rear passage with the full length of his lust-bloated stiffness, and at the same time slid another finger into the seething wetness of her watery cunt, tickling the folds of her tantalizing pink pussy. David knew now, in spite of the way she was revulsed by what he was doing, she would not be able to resist his playing with her clitoris, and he was right. His finger touched the little button, massaging it, and even more oil came oozing from her sodden interior as Shana panted heavily.
Unwanted and unexpected pleasure began working through Shana, her nakedly besieged loins twisting and turning in response to David's probing fingers. His manual digits continued sliding expertly between her hair-surrounded labia, making her excited vagina tingle even more. She wiggled obscenely as he probed with greater strength in the depths of her hot slit.
"Haaaannnhhh ... onnnnnhhhhh ..." she gasped, but it was no longer the plaintive wail of someone in agony. This was a totally different sound. The extent of her arousal was extremely apparent to the man feverishly fucking her lovely ass. He was aware of his long, hard phallus plunging ever deeper inside her acquiescing rear tunnel, moving much farther than he had ever hoped to feel it go.
She was enjoying it, damn it! He had wanted to humiliate her to the point where she would call her associate when he was finished with her. He had to do something in a hurry.
"Tell me you like it!" he cried with sudden inspiration.
"What?" she gasped, still moving in time to his fucking.
"Let me hear you say you like my cock in your ass," he insisted. "Come on, say it!"
The lovely redhead, half-crazy because of the conflicting emotions inside her, squealed weakly, "Haaauuunnnggghhh!"
David deliberately flicked his finger teasingly against the button of her extended clitoris. The violent snap made Shana jerk abruptly, almost uncomfortably, and then his fingers were flicking into the depths of her openly flowering vagina, rising into the depths of the softly sucking folds.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... hhhhuuuunnnnhhhh!" Pleasure flooded through her passion-tortured self, charging into her from all directions at once, and even her savagely ravished rear-end began responding as nerve-endings hidden in there suddenly came to life as David continued insanely churning his penis in and out of the tight tunnel. With a gulp, she panted and her mouth opened.
"Aaaaannnnnhhhh!" she sighed. "Yessssss ... David ... I love it ... keep on fucking me in the asssss ... yesssss ... it's so gooood ... fuck me in the ass ... fuck me all over ... anywhere ... everywhere ..."
She had never in her life used the words other than to curse, and she was surprised at how satisfying it sounded to her ears to hear them in this respect. Her entire body was wildly undulating, twitching lasciviously as her mouth gaped wide open, and her panting became heavier and faster. She seemed to be dancing obscenely back against David's madly lunging penis, her knees quaking with her heart. Her hotly seeping cunt continued writhing nakedly and shamelessly against the man's continually probing fingers.
He fucked hard into the nakedly splayed asscheeks while continuing to toy with her desire-drenched vagina, easily bringing her to a point of frenzied delight that astonished him. All this had initially been done to humiliate her and make her hate him enough to call for help when he left. But deep down, he was thrilled to discover how much whatever he did to her made her that much more thrilled. Her tightly clutching anus was gripping his ramrod-stiff phallus spasmodically and he knew she was climaxing, especially when her mouth opened and she expelled all her breath with a single, "AAAAAIIIIIYYYYY EEEEEAAAAGGGGHHHHUUUU NNNNGGGG-HHHHAAAA WWWWWAAAAA GGGGGHHHH-UUUUUHHHHHHHHH!"
"Oh, you gorgeous bitch!" he groaned. "This should have been done to you years ago instead of just now. You should have been fucked in any and every manner conceivable. You love it, don't you, you really love it."
Shana kept her mouth shut. How was she to tell him that she was fast discovering that what she enjoyed was the fact that he was the person doing all this. Had she become physically involved with some other man, she would have hated it. Her virginity had been saved all these years for the right man, even though she hadn't realized it at the time.
But David knew. She was untouched, save by him, and he knew now, even though he didn't know she also knew it, that she was his, all his. His to fuck forever. His sperm was already racing along the length of his cock as he bellowed, "YYYYEEEEEAAAAA HHHHUUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!"
Love was a funny thing. Neither he nor she was able to control the fact that each loved the other. But neither was willing to admit it to the other-not yet.