Chapter 12
Amanda was horrified. At the moment she lay on the bed in a gigantic bedroom. It was a massive bed, big enough to sleep as many as a dozen people, with custom-fitted sheets and imagine bedcovers. There were ceiling mirrors, wall mirrors, mirrors everywhere.
Amanda didn't know whether this was becoming monotonous, ludicrous, and ridiculous, but she did know she didn't relish the idea of the man poking that thick log of his into her anus. His finger had found it difficult to enter when he had been fucking her cunt, the previous night. Her asshole was definitely tighter than her cunt, and her cunt had felt ready to be ripped apart when the thickness of his cock had stretched it.
But even as she thought about all this, while Ambrose once again undressed, she knew she would have no choice but to submit. She also knew that if she allowed him to take her rectum without putting up a fight, he would be so unhappy, he would find some other means of taking advantage of her. Apparently he got some sadistic pleasure out of seeing her cry and scream. So the only intelligent thing at the moment would be to cry and scream no matter what she felt. Not that she doubted for a moment that his cock, going into her ass, would cause untold agony. But if she let him see what kind of pain she felt, it might please him enough to stop this torture of her.
"Y-you're not really going to do it to me in the rear," she gasped.
"You'd better believe it, bitch!" he snapped angrily, his anger directed more at himself for not being able to control his lust for her rather than actually being angry at her. If he felt any anger at her at all, it was simply for the reason that she emotionally affected him as no other woman had ever done.
He stalked over to the bed where she lay, and grabbing her, he flipped her over onto her belly. Amanda was more aware than ever of how strong he was. She lay prone on the bed, filled with dual fear. She was afraid of what he was going to do to her, but she was even more afraid of the time when he became bored with her and wanted nothing more to do with her. She rose to her knees in an attempt to scramble across the bed. Her fingers gripped the satin bedspread, a spread that would probably cost three months of her salary as a teacher. Then Ambrose planted the palm of his hand in her back and held her down as if trying to squash a bug. She was pinned solidly to the mattress.
Amanda hated the mixed emotions raging inside her. She knew the choices she had were not her own. She wanted to cry out to him, to tell him she loved him, but she was afraid he would snicker and tell her a multitude of other women had told him the same thing. At the same time, she wanted to take his cock into a part of her body where she was able to accept it lovingly. Her rectum was definitely not the place. Tears had proven an ineffective weapon. Letting him see them might provoke the animal in him even more, as it had done last night.
Maybe all he wanted to do was fuck her cunt from a rear position. Maybe he would be content with that. After all, he kept calling her bitch. Maybe he wanted to fuck her like a bitch in heat.
"You're one-hundred-percent mine, Amanda," he snorted.
"Yes, yes, I know," she nodded. "I'm yours until you grow tired of me. You've already told me."
"Except there's been a slight change, Amanda. I've decided I don't think I'll ever grow tired of you. I think I'm going to keep you with me, a prisoner in here, for a long, long time. Maybe I'll sire a whole football team of bastards with you."
"Don't be ridiculous," she laughed, forgetting to humor him for the moment. "You'd never get away with it. People will come looking for me once the school term starts."
"But they won't come to me," he snorted. "No one even noticed you getting into my car, yesterday. I like having you as my slave. I like making you understand my cock is your lord and master."
Amanda weighed all of a hundred pounds, wringing wet, and Ambrose Wallace weighed half-again as much as she, only he was pure muscle. She didn't stand a ghost of a chance of getting away from him in this room. Each time she tried lifting her buttocks to gain some leverage, he smacked her behind again, until it got to the point where Amanda almost welcomed the hot, hard smack of his hand against her backside.
She was provoking a strong streak of sadism in him, and she realized it when the man, instead of smacking her buttocks gently, lifted his hand and walloped her as hard as he was able on the delicious roundness of her tantalizing backside. He began raining a series of hard blows on her ass-cheeks, and she realized the man was getting a kind of thrill from causing her pain.
"Stop it, damn you!" she snapped at him, angry that he was taking pleasure in causing her pain.
What she didn't know was, his vibrant beating of her backside was not quite as pleasurable for him as she had believed. Each time he walloped her buttocks it was because of the feeling he had for her. He was trying to beat it out of himself by beating her. If he hurt her hard enough, maybe he'd stop feeling as strongly as he did about her. But with each wallop, the tears brimmed higher in his eyes as he realized that by torturing her, he was torturing himself. She gasped, but wouldn't cry out, and each gasp made him hate himself more, and thus hit her buttocks a little harder. Again and again he repeatedly spanked the pliant rubbery globes of her rounded ass cheeks until the flesh turned a bright red. As far as Ambrose was concerned, each blow was a blow against himself. As far as Amanda was concerned, he was a maniac who was obviously enjoying causing her pain. Each stinging slap made her grunt, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of crying out. Her heavy sobbing gasps rent the air, and had she not been so overcome with self-pity at that point, she would have realized there was another sound, a sound of the man softly weeping as he beat her.
One of the reasons why Amanda didn't notice Ambrose's soft sniffling was her awareness of the mounting excitement in her body as his hand continued hitting her buttocks. The pressure intensified repeatedly with each shuddering blow of his smacking hand on the burning surface of her tender buttocks. Fingers of masochistic flame flared uncontrollably through her abused and beaten loins. Her father had never spanked her when she was a little girl, nor had her mother. This was the first really wicked beating she had ever received. It was extremely painful, but his punishing blows were far more than agony. They were satisfying some deep, hitherto hidden desire inside her, a desire of which she had been totally unaware until now.
In his own agony at hitting Amanda, Ambrose had no idea of the wantonly perverse pleasure she was feeling because of the power of his blows on her backside. Had he understood he was bringing her pleasure while causing himself pain, he would have concocted some other devilish scheme to punish her. Yes, he was punishing her for making him feel as strongly as he did about her.
For the moment though, he was only aware of his own out-of-control inner passion, a passion that mounted with his self-inflicted punishment. He felt an insatiable, overpowering need to inflict more pain on himself, by way of torturing the lovely redheaded woman. Most especially, he was very much aware of the insistent lurching of his impatient monolithic cock as it continually twitched. Without warning, he stopped beating her, and grasping an ivory ass-cheek in each hand, he then began to roughly tug the buttocks apart so that he was finally able to jab a forefinger against the puckered elastic opening that was her asshole.
"Gonna show you!" he grunted, sobbing out loud. "Gonna show you by fucking my cock into that snooty little white ass of yours. This time I'm sending a sperm load into your belly. Maybe it'll come popping up outta your throat."
Amanda knew it was going to hurt. But she also knew there was no way of deterring him. Even as she thought these things, another idea came to mind. He had fucked her mouth and her cunt, and now he was fucking her asshole. He was the only man to ever touch her, and he was fucking every usable orifice in her body, and it seemed to make her feel like a complete woman. If he hadn't used her rectum, somehow she would have felt something was missing. So in spite of the pain she knew she had to feel, deep down she wanted this. She wanted to be fucked in the ass, but only because he was the one doing it.
Amanda wondered if she was a masochist. She ought to have felt revulsion at what the man was going to do, but she didn't. Rather she felt odd thrills and sensations building up inside her as her captor's rigid finger pressed itself between her buttocks, pushing at the forbidden orifice resting between her stinging ass-cheeks. Oh, Lord! What in heaven's name had come over her? Being with Ambrose, even being tortured by him, seemed preferable to the kind of life she had previously led. Where she had been in a hurry to escape Ruth after having been forced to lap her cunt, she found herself eagerly awaiting anthing Ambrose wanted to do to her. Even now, she was unable to hold back an involuntary quiver or the low moan that slipped from between her lips.
Her torturer was so engrossed in what he was about to do, thinking only of his all-consuming anger, and anger precipitated by the fact that he hated himself for doing this yet was unable to keep from doing it he never noticed her soft groans as he pushed his finger gently forward. With cruel force, he shoved the digit into her, sinking it into the tightly resistant narrow little opening, gloating at the idea of making her scream again. The fact that she wasn't screaming now didn't disturb him. After all, he had fingered her ass last night when he had fucked her, and so her bottom was probably used to having a finger inside, But soon, very soon, he would apply his cock.
Ambrose was on his knees behind Amanda at the moment, and he used his free hand to grip his aching cock and pull it back and forth as he pressed the head against the white-fleshed red-haired woman's crinkle while his finger remained locked inside. Her rectum gripped the finger tightly, and he proceeded to make her feel it by twisting it around and around, this way and that, feeling the tightness of her sphincter stretch as his finger remained locked inside. Her rectum gripped the finger tightly, and he proceeded to make her feel it by twisting it around and around, this way and that, feeling the tightness of her sphincter stretch as his finger moved it this way and that. The pain was overpowering again, because he was stretching her. Amanda sensed he wanted to hear her screams, as if they might soothe his own shattered nerves, and for some reason, she wanted to gratify him.
"It hurts!" she gasped aloud.
"Come on, you bitch!" he said with anger. "Fight me a little."
Amanda knew her struggles would only make him pleased. There was virtually no opportunity whatsoever for her to escape. But she did all this because she knew it would keep him happy. Then he would fulfill her by fucking her ass. She kicked her slender legs and wriggled her lithe torso as much as possible, but he had planted a knee in her back to hold her down while moving his finger in and out of her narrow rectal interstice. There was very little pain, now.
"So you don't like my finger in your ass, huh?" Ambrose snapped. "Well if my finger bothers you, we can go onto the next step and stuff what I originally promised you into that tight little asshole."
He laughed, more to reassure himself than because of his sadism, and then he tugged his digging finger from her internal depths. Amanda felt cool air drift into her anal passage.
"You've been trying to get up on your knees a dozen times," he snorted. "Fine! You do that! But this time you stay perfectly still!"
Once again she rose to her knees. The front part of her body was balanced on her forearms with her whitely trembling buttocks waving in the air, like a come-on to him.
This was the moment Ambrose had waited for. This was the time for him to fuck her in the ass. Yes, doing this would make him feel he had totally conquered her, just as he had conquered hundreds of other women . . even if she wasn't like hundreds of other women. But there was something about fucking her ass that would make him feel omnipotent, all powerful.
Now! he thought. This was the time to fuck this snotty little redheaded bitch in her tight ass. Once and for all she was going to discover who was boss.
Crouching behind the trembling woman, thinking she was trembling with fear, though the truth was she trembled with anticipation, he gripped his rock-solid staff and jerked it back and forth. The large, angry purple head seemed to enlarge and thicken even more, and the penis lengthened as well as thickened.
Ambrose was grinning a wicked grin, anticipating this, feeling he would be punishing himself as well as her when he did this, and then maybe everything between them would be all right. With an animal-like growl, he arched his hips forward and rammed the blunted head of his blood-swollen cock against the tightness of her fear-clenched rectal opening. He attached with such power, such viciousness, applying so much strength and force as he drove forward, the frightened and anxious Amanda's arms buckled beneath her, and she fell forward on the mattress. Sharp, searing agony, the like of which made the invasion of her vagina seem gentle by comparison, tore through her shuddering body. Her mouth opened and all the breath was driven from her lungs as agony seemed to reach every extremity in her body. For a brief instant the physical pain was so overpoweringly intense, the lasciviously impaled woman thought she had actually been stabbed by a broadsword, and now she was dying, murdered by this man she had come to love.
Yes, that was it! Amanda had to face the truth. She had fallen in love with a man who had brutalized her at every opportunity. She wondered if she was the one with the sick mind, willing to undergo this horrible torture and pain to please a man who apparently seemed to get his enjoyment merely from harming her.
Ambrose continued wedging his thick phallic length ever deeper into her womanly narrowness. It was so terrifying the idea that she was so willing to give her body up to pain in order to please this man in every and any way, she wondered if she was crazy. Would her mind and body recover from all this once he turned her loose? Why had this happened to her of all people? She had been content to live her private, celibate, lonely life. She had asked nothing from anyone else, and had accepted nothing in return. Still, Ambrose had changed her life to where she knew she would never again be content to live as she had. The only question in her mind was, once Ambrose was done with her, would she be able to find someone else to fill her with the kind of thrills and pleasure he was giving her?
The stretching penis hurt as it pushed deeper and deeper into her ass. She gasped, unable to help herself.
"Shut up!" Ambrose cautioned.
"Damn you! It hurts too much!" she told him. "Why are you so insistent on humiliating me this way? You're so huge. You'll rip my membranes apart and I'll bleed to death all over your bed."
She attempted to shut her rectal muscles in order to keep him from sinking any further into her, but her muscular movement was all in vain. In fact, tightening her ass-cheeks as she did, all she succeeded in doing was causing herself more agony. There was no hope for her, not only in the physical sense, but there was no hope for her in every other way, because painful as all this was, she wanted him to continue, and she knew her telling him how much it hurt had only egged him on.
Ambrose stared at the white roundness of her ass-cheeks, and he squeezed them, digging his fingers into the tensed flesh, gripping them firmly as he tightened his own muscles and shoved forward a bit more, pushing, cramming, ramming, plunging more of his cock into her anal fistula. The strong man's hands all but cut into the sensitive white flesh of the young redheaded woman's buttocks as he gripped her for even more support. The overpowering vise-like grip he had on her was so strong, his nails did to her rectal flesh what her nails had done to his back the night before.
I'll show her, he thought. I'll show her and the whole world that aside from the fact that I'm king in my own castle, I don't need her. Once I'm finished with her, I'll get rid of her. It doesn't pay to get emotional over any cunt.
The heavy, blood-bloated phallic pillar continued pushing its solid way into her narrow asshole inch by overpowering inch, sinking deeper and deeper until he finally had to ground in to the hilt. Amanda was frantic, now knowing if she wanted to escape all this, or wanted it to continue. Not that what she wanted mattered very much, but the fact was, her mind was still wrapped up with thoughts of trying to sort out what she felt toward Ambrose. She had admitted loving him, but what was the good of loving him if he didn't love her? For the moment the physical pain was becoming too much, and she clenched her eyes tightly shut while her mouth hung open as she gasped like a trapped animal. Oh, God! She did love him in spite of the agony!
Ambrose realized he was getting the best ass-fuck of his life. Everything about this woman was in superlatives. She had the best mouth, the best cunt, and now the best asshole. He fucked into her slowly, aware his cock was still painful to her, somehow wishing he might be able to take the pain into himself, but knowing if he pulled his cock out now, she would lose whatever little respect she did have for him. He rammed his throbbing organ in and out of her rear tunnel, inflaming her dry rectal walls and stretching them to the absolute limit. Then he began speeding his cadent thrusts into her, almost sadistic in the way he pounded back and forth. He pumped his sweat-slick loins back and forth, back and forth against the woman's quaking body, his dangling testicles slamming with the same frenzied tattoo against the heated swampiness of her dripping vaginal opening.
"Scream, damn you! Scream!" he shouted at her, wanting to hear her yells in order to reassure himself that he had once again mastered her.
"Owwwwww!" Amanda shouted, finally, more to please him than to give vent to her own feelings. "You're . . . uuu nnnhhh . . . hurt innnggg mee ee . . . ooo oohhhhh . . . please . . . slow wwwerr rr . . . you're tearing me aparrrrrt.. . . "
But as the moments passed, Amanda realized the man had become so engrossed in the way he was fucking her, he wasn't even listening to her screams. At long last she fell silent once again, but she also realized with the passage of the minutes that something was taking place in her rectum. It was something totally unexpected. His sodomizing of her body caused changes to occur. The man's wild, animalistic thrusts into her wide-stretched tunnel continued unabated, the turbulence overpowering and raging, a strange new sense of thrilling delight was taking place. The pain was being blotted into her flesh, as it had been the previous night, and once again there arose that fierce feeling of enjoyment, pleasure, satisfaction. Even here, in her rectum, there were sensory particles that seemed to lead her toward the road to orgasm. She would never have believed it possible had she not experienced it for herself, but the fact was, it was happening to her. Her body was now bathed in a voluptuous pool of wanton delight, and as the moments continued passing, the physical sensations were no longer agonizing, they were wonderful.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" the man moaned as he continued pounding his stiffened, bloatedly thick phallic length in and out of her narrow rectal opening, shoving it back and forth repeatedly.
"Haa aaaaan nnnnnh hhhh! Hhh hhhaaa aaannn nnhhhh! Hhh hhhaaa aannnn hhhhh!" chanted the suddenly wanton and lustful red-haired young woman. "Ohhhhhhh . . . yessssss . . . Ambrose . . . do it.. . I love it.. . don't stop.. . more.. . keep doing it.. . feels so good . . . I like it. . . aaannnhhh . . . yes . . . yes . . . oh yessssssssssss . . . keep doing it.. . . " she pleaded.
Blisters of rainbow-colored bubbles began popping in Ambrose Wallace's mind as the unbelievable cries of the helpless woman kneeling on the bed before him echoed in his ears. She liked it! Thank God! She liked it!
Yes, Amanda liked it. She let him know as much by wiggling her buttocks from side to side as he continued powering his cock into her.
"Harder . . . harder . . . harder . . . " she moaned, sighing with heated abandon, totally throwing herself into what was happening to her. "Come on, Ambrose, if you love me, fuck my ass! I'm going to come this way, too."
If he loved her? What gave her the idea he loved her? But he didn't stop pumping, perhaps because the light was beginning to dawn. He did love her. He did want her. He ached to keep her with him always, and the only secure way to do that would be to marry her.
Marry? Hell, no! No! After this, he would take her home. He had to, because if he didn't, he would never be able to get her out of his system. He had to do that.
No woman must ever be allowed to take control of him and his life. No woman had a permanent place in it. He was Ambrose Wallace, rake, womanizer, man-about-town, and he liked the idea of having his freedom and of fucking any cunt he chose. He liked the idea of causing other women anguish, making that anguish turn to pleasure, and then, when he had them totally submissive, he paid them off, got rid of them.
He had to do the same with Amanda Rose. He had to dump her because not to do so would be an admission on his part that he felt strongly about her. He pumped violently, sending his cock back and forth uncounted times, and then he felt it.
"COM MMMIII NNNNGG GUUUUUH HHHHHH . . . HHHHHA AAAANN NNNNNG GGHHHH!" he bellowed.
Convulsive spasms shattered through the powerful man's perspiration-slick loins, his deeply buried phallic wand firing its initial steamy jets into the tight bottom of the anally caught-up Amanda. The boiling flood surged all the way into her colon, creating the sensation her entire inner being was about to drown. Her anal walls gripped the cock so firmly, the girl actually felt the jets of sperm coming from within his expanding urethra before being expeled into her teeming cavity.
Now it was Amanda's turn, and her high-pitched screams let him know just how much she was enjoying what he was doing to her. Her voice seemed to overpower his, and the two of them sounded like a erotic Greek chorus as his belly continued slapping against her buttocks. Their lusting cries were so loud, Amanda wondered if they would shatter any windows. Even now, his cock was shrinking in her rectum, and Amanda missed the feel of it.