Chapter 4
Time spun by heedlessly as Dana lay very still under Evan's arm. A new kind of numbness filled her body, a heavy, satisfied pleasure that confused her. She had tried to stop him but failed. The dream had exploded just as his explosion came inside her belly. She didn't know the words for what had happened, as her life in the convent had left her totally unprepared for this. But she knew she had done wrong to succumb to the enjoyment. like waking from the nightmare, she was filled with shame. But even the shame was different. She had no need to clutch her knees to her belly to make the pain subside. It had vanished in a brilliant blaze of glory when something happened in her at the moment of his outpouring. She still didn't understand it, but it had happened. As much as her mind rejected it, her body had gone along willingly. This was the true shame. Her body had betrayed her, left her unclean in its wake of need. She drew in a deep breath and held it, as if the action might cleanse her inside.
She felt the heavy wetness between her thighs and wanted to get up, but she was afraid to disturb the man who had stopped whispering and was now snoring gently at her ear. She was terrified of him, lest he wake and make new demands on her. How would she make anyone understand who she really was? What about the school at Bladfield? Were the people there concerned about her? What time was it? Night? Morning? She had to get out of here.
Cautiously, she inched sideways on the rumpled gold bedspread, slipping out from under the limp arm. Carefully, she eased off the bed and stood. On the dark, velvety blue carpet. She caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror on the wall and almost fainted.
Clad only in the skimpy garter belt and one stocking, she looked like some girl out of a lurid, cellophane-encased magazine she sometimes glimpsed at the back of the drugstore in town. She quickly averted her eyes.
The thick dribble of wetness began to seep out of her body and trail down her inner thighs. She had to clean up. Quickly, she picked up her clothes and darted across the carpet to the yellow bathroom. She closed the door softly and studied her predicament. She could wash, there were towels and soap. But the torn dress and stockings and chemise were beyond hope. She wept silent tears of frustration. She couldn't go out without clothing, and everything else she had was back on the highway in the car. Oh, if she had only paid attention to the gauges and not let the car overheat!
She wiped away the tears and began to wash the dirtied portions of her body where the man had performed his horror. Even as she touched her, swollen, red labia, they throbbed with renewed interest. Abruptly, she scrubbed the area with the towel in an attempt to force away the sensations. She dropped the torn clothing into a wastebasket and opened the door again.
The man was still sleeping. She tiptoed to the closet and turned the knob. Rows of men's suits, shirts and slacks covered the long walls. It was his room! Aghast, she shut the door.
He stirred and opened his eyes to peer at her. "Hello, honey. You up and cleaned up already?" He rubbed his eyes and sat up.
She stood rooted to the spot by fear. He was looking at her naked form with eager eyes and a smiling face. She felt a blush grow under her chin and spread upward.
He patted the messy bedspread next to him.
"Over here, honey. I'm dying to eat that pussy of yours!"
Her mouth gaped. Thunderstruck, she forgot her caution and whirled to run for the door. He was there ahead of her, off the bed and across the room in one long stride. He leaned against the door and grinned. "Still playing your game, I see."
She pulled up short so she wouldn't collide with his naked body, but his arms came out quickly and pulled her into an embrace. She felt the entire length of his nudity against her own.
"Let me go!" Her voice was a hoarse whisper. She was frightened again. "I've got to find something to wear, then get back to my car."
He looked at her with mock ferocity.
"What kind of a gag is that? Orv must have told you all my party girls stay the whole night. No once-around-the-mattress-and-off, not for the money I lay out for these gigs." He moved his torso up and down along her front, and she felt the outcropping of his rousing penis again. He pressed it up to her.
"Please, you've got to listen!"
"Sure, kid, sure. After a while. After we're tired out from screwing around."
"Oh!" The exclamation burst from her lips.
"Come on, back to bed, baby." He pushed her across the space, and she stumbled and fell across the bed. He was on her in an instant. "Open up those legs, honey, I'm starved!"
"No!" Stark terror filled her and she clawed at his face and raised her knees to kick at his approaching body.
"Hey, you-" He was startled by the vicious attack and pulled back for a moment. She lay panting, summoning energy for renewed frenzy. Suddenly, he laughed. "Okay, I should have figured that's the way you'd play it! This is going to be fun!" He got up and went to the dresser beside the bed and opened a drawer. While he rummaged in it, she checked her chances of getting to the door before he could turn and stop her. But he'd found what he was looking for already. His hand came out with two long pieces of heavy, silk cord. like the tassels on monks' robes, the cord was thick and strong. He glanced at her. As though reading her thoughts, he crossed to the door and turned the key in the lock. Then quite casually he threw the key to the top of a highboy standing in the corner. With a fiendish grin, he came to her again.
"What are you going to do?" She could barely get the words through her dry throat.
He laughed. "You wanted to play, so we'll play." He grabbed her wrist and began to knot one of the cords around it.
"Stop! Stop! Don't!" Tears washed over her eyelids and coursed down her face.
"Baby, you're going to get an Academy Award! You're the best little actress I've ever seen! " He yanked the rope tight and pulled the end of it through the space of the headboard and back through the opposite side. Then he quickly secured the other end to her other wrist. He tested the knots.
"There." His naked ass was very close to her face and he turned and let his semi-erect cock brush across her cheek. A little bit of teasing would put her in a better mood, he thought. He contemplated sinking the prick into her mouth right now, but decided to let that wait. At this stage of the game, she might try biting him.
He moved down on the bed and took one of her ankles in his cool hand. She tried to kick at him and break the hold as she realized what he was doing. But this time, he suspected her action and avoided the flying foot. With a few deft strokes, he tied one ankle, then the other to the foot posts of the bed. Then he stood up, looking down at his handiwork.
"Whew!" He wiped his hand across his brow. "I need a shower!" With that, he went into the bathroom without shutting the door and stepped into the shower stall. The sound of the water covered Dana's new sobs.
She pulled at the ropes, but they only cut cruelly into her flesh when she struggled. They were very tight, and she knew she was not going to get out of them. She was his prisoner, his captive. In the mirror, she saw her splayed body in the obscene position. It left no doubt in her mind what he intended to do.
It was madness, insanity. How could such a thing happen to her? Again she wondered what time it was and what the people at the Bladfield School were thinking by now.
Then he was back, leering at her and licking his lips. He stood at the foot of the bed for a long time, looking between the wide V her legs formed. She tried to squirm away from the stare, but the bonds held her tightly.
He climbed onto the bed between her legs, just as the man downstairs had crawled between the dancer's legs. He seemed to move in slow motion, nearing the prize he sought, savoring the anticipation as much as the object himself. His face closed the gap to her crotch. She could only see the top of his balding head, but she could feel his hot breath blowing across her intimate parts. She shivered, and his tongue leaped to touch the swollen red tissues.
"Ooo." She didn't realize she had made the sound. The soothing fire of his tongue bathed her throbbing labia in pleasant delight. She tried to change her thinking, but could not. The pleasant sensation was rising under his tongue and spreading like wildfire in dry grass. Her belly began to slightly tighten.
Then he did something with his tongue that catapulted her on a shockwave of shivering joy. His tongue was on the tiny bud of flesh that she knew grew at the apex of the vaginal slit. She had always supposed it was some accident of nature that the flesh was there, but now she discovered it had a purpose, a very nice purpose.
He tongued it and the fire went out of control in her belly. She strained against the ropes, not trying to get away, but in an effort to push herself deeper onto the probing lance. Her breath came in heavy gasps, and her hips twisted in mute agony.
Evan mumbled something into the haven of her crotch, and then his tongue rammed between the slippery wet walls that were so willing and waiting. She gasped with new delight and need. The tongue worked into her vagina, touching every spot it could find, licking and lapping hungrily at the juice that was seeping from her now.
Her nightmare was now a nightmare of need, desperate need. His earlier forced attentions on her body had taught it a lesson it had retained well. Now it demanded fulfillment again, rich, satisfying orgasms that only a man could bring.
"Ohhh!" She didn't even try to cover the cry this time. He answered with quicker and deeper thrusts of his tongue, and she tightened with need. She climbed to a peak of desire and hovered there. The tongue poked and licked inside her. She was thrown over the precipice into a soul-shaking climax. But his busy tongue continued, urging her on until she was completely satisfied. After what seemed like a very long time, she lay still again.
Evan looked at her. "Good?" he asked.
She couldn't answer. She was too filled with the wonder of what had happened and the knowledge that she had enjoyed it. But she could not admit it aloud.
He seemed not to notice, so intent was he on his new plans. He moved upward over her body, straddling her hips and waist, coming high enough so he could sit lightly just below her breasts. He lay his long cock between the high hills of her tits and then cupped his hands around the breasts and squeezed them together on his organ. Looking down, she could see the tiny red head poking out between the milky whiteness of her own flesh. His fingers rippled over the sunken nipple beds and began to stir the tips to turgid alertness. She watched in fascinated horror.
Evan was intent on his own actions, watching his cock slip smoothly between the big tits. This one was really stacked, and her skin felt like smooth marble, only warm, beautifully and excitingly warm. He liked the feel of his ass as it moved lightly over her ribs, catching his balls and hairs to erotically tug at them. He squeezed the tits harder. The nipples were bright buttons now, standing upright on their puckered beds of coral.
"Open your mouth, baby."
She looked at him.
"Open it like a good girl."
She opened it. He moved up, letting the breasts slide between his legs, and resting his balls between them and squeezing them together with his thighs. "Jeez!" He grinned at her and took his bulging, throbbing sex organ in his fist. She could see the thick vein throbbing along its length, like an undulating snake on a smooth red rock. Then he slipped it between her lips.
It was hot and dry, except for the tiny trickle of liquid from the crevice at the end. She let it lay on her tongue.
"Now, nice and easy," he instructed. "Nice and easy."
Somehow she knew this was an explanation of what she was to do. She closed her mouth around the thick heavy organ and curled her tongue under it to cradle its warmth.
"Mmmmm, that's the way, honey. You know how!" He raised himself so he was poised right over her mouth. Then slowly, he began to move the organ in and out of the wet tunnel, letting her tongue follow it back and forth until it was encouraging a faster tempo of its own.
Dana found she was hugging the thick column of flesh with eager sucks. It was horrible, dirty and vulgar, but she couldn't stop herself, or even rationalize why she felt the compelling need to suck the thing presented her. She, Dana Mitchell, righteous and afraid, hot and sexy! She lapped eagerly at the promise the penis offered.
"Oh boy, you're going to take it! I'm hot and ready! Really hot! You're sucking. me off, honey!" He pumped his body in and out of her willing mouth. She felt the final straining of the shaft as it readied for its climax. She listened to his words like she had listened to the words of the dream so many times, without understanding, but knowing they were somehow connected with the pleasure that would come.
"Ohhh, here it comes!" He jabbed it into her throat, gagging her for an instant until she managed to breathe through her nose. Then the tip of the stroking penis opened and a hot flood of semen gushed out. It was a thick wad, hot and salty. Tears stung Dana's eyes as she was forced to swallow if she wanted to breathe. The hot load went down her throat, and there was more following that. She gulped rapidly as the semen filled her mouth and clogged her throat.
Finally, he slowed, and the organ began to grow smaller and she could breathe. He began to withdraw it slowly, and her tongue followed its retreat, licking off the last traces of the creamy fluid. Finally he withdrew and swung himself to the bed. He bent forward and kissed her lips lightly.
"Very nice, honey, very nice." He licked his own lips. "Mmmmm, you taste good, or is it me?
He laughed and got up.
He crossed the room and took a chair from a desk and placed it in front of the highboy. His hand groped along the top until he found the key. He climbed down, unlocked the door. He stood naked in the open doorway and looked back at her.
"Don't go way, baby. I'll be back soon." He went out without bothering to close the door behind him.