Chapter 2
Jack Brady sat in his office, thinking about the phone call he had just got from Laura Jamison. Jesus, what a woman, he thought to himself. That fat bastard, Jamison, was really lucky to have a piece like that around all the time. And now this new one that was supposed to be calling him, she was supposed to be really stacked too.
He was still lost in memories of Laura's fantastically lush body when the phone jerked him away from his thoughts. He picked it up and gave his name.
"Hello?" the voice at the other end was halting and frightened. Just that one word served to convey an aura of tremendous innocence. He found himself wetting his lips nervously.
"Yes, may I help you?" He made his voice soothing and warm.
"Mr. Brady?" the voice said timidly. "My name is Janet Thompson. A friend suggested I call you about a very delicate problem I'm having, well, with my husband. I ... I was wondering if you could help me?" Brady thought he could detect a note of surpassed sexuality underlying the halting speech.
"Well, yes, I might be able to. Just what is it that you want done."
There was an embarrassed pause. "Well, Mr. Brady. I don't know where to begin. You see, I got some pictures in the mail and they...." Janet's voice trailed off.
"Yes, you were saying," Brady prompted, but there was still silence. Christ, maybe he was going to lose her. "Say, perhaps you find it a little too difficult to talk about this over the phone," he said smoothly. "Why don't you drop by the office? Perhaps this afternoon. Would two o'clock be all right?" He waited expectantly.
"Yes," Janet said after a moment's hesitation. "Maybe that would be better." She felt reassured by the calm manly voice at the other end of the line and for the first time began to feel that she was doing the right thing. "Yes," she said. "I'll be there at two."
Knowing when he was ahead, Brady gave her his address and quickly hung up the phone, a lascivious grin of anticipation playing over his lips. Barely able to contain his eagerness, he went into an adjoining room and began preparing the equipment he planned to use in the seduction of Mrs. Janet Thompson.
It was five minutes before two when Janet arrived at the address the detective had given her, and her knees were trembling with trepidation at having to reveal the whole sordid story to a stranger. She had the photos in her purse and blushed at the thought of having someone else seeing them. She stepped out of the elevator and looked uncertainly about her v before she noticed a door down the hall that had a sign: Jack Brady: Confidential Investigations. Standing there frightened, she began to lose her nerve and was about to turn and go back to the elevator, when the door swung open and she was face to face with a large, powerfully-built man.
"Good afternoon. You must be Janet Thompson," he said in a low reassuring voice. "I'm Jack Brady." He had heard the elevator door open and close and was taking no chances on losing his client. He ushered her into the office, and before she knew what was happening she was seated facing him across a large desk.
"Well, Mrs. Thompson," he said, getting right to the point. "I believe you said something over the phone about some photographs. May I see them?" Janet forced herself to open her purse and pull out the photographs. She had been sure she would feel like crawling under the desk while he looked at them, but oddly enough, she felt nothing but trust in the big man.
Brady was looking with apparently professional interest at the photograph which he had already seen before, unknown to Janet. In fact, he had taken and developed them himself. But his mind was full of the vision of the lovely blonde girl sitting across from him. He groaned inwardly at the way her proud young breasts made the front of the demure dress she was wearing swell out. She had dressed in her usual conservative, even old-maidish manner, but he found that the contrast between the prudish clothes and the lush ripe promise of the body beneath it caused his rapidly awakening cock to jerk and swell a little in his pants, even though he tried hard to control it. "Oh, God," he thought to himself. "If this works I'm going to be ramming everything I have into that in just a little while."
"Well, uh, Mrs. Thompson," he forced himself to say, his tongue sticking a little until he pulled his eyes away from trying to see the smooth taper of her legs as they disappeared up the overly long skirt, "these are certainly interesting photographs, but just what is it you want done about them?"
It took Janet a moment to get it out but then she blurted, "The man in the picture is my husband, Mr. Brady, and I want him back, and Laura ... that is ... a friend of mine thought that you might be able to help by making him jealous and..." she finally ran out of breath.
"So that's it," he said with a slight smile. "And just how do you expect me to make him jealous?"
"Well, I thought that maybe we could be seen together in a lot of places and you could seem attentive to me," she blushed a little, "You know, we could hold hands in a restaurant my husband frequents, and ... uh ... go someplace where the secretaries in his building are sure to see us..."
Brady let a frown pass over his face and he pretended to deliberate this a moment before speaking. "I really don't like to discourage you, Mrs. Thompson, but it's been my experience that things like that never really work. And I don't like failure. If I don't feel that I can complete a case successfully, I won't take it."
Janet's heart sank. Despite herself she had been counting more than she knew on this stranger helping her with her problem. A small tear appeared in the corner of her eye. "Oh, Mr. Brady, I don't know what I'm going to do. I've never been in trouble like this before and I want my husband back, at least I think I want him back, and I have to do something about these photos." She was really sobbing now.
"Hey, hold on a moment," Brady said in false concern. He came around the desk and put his arm around her shoulders. "I didn't say I wouldn't take the case, but I just don't think your plan will work. Let me put a little thought into it. And in the meantime, I think you need a drink." He went to a cabinet set in one wall of the office and opened it, revealing rows of bottles inside. He reached in and pulled out a short square bottle with a thick green liquid inside. He poured a little into a glass and then added some water. "Here, this'll do you good; calm your nerves down." He handed her the glass, but Janet hesitated a moment. She was not used to drinking very much and she had fortified her courage with an unaccustomed double shot of whiskey before she had left the house. The engaging smile on the detective's face reassured her, however, and she took a sip of the cloudy liquid and was surprised that it tasted so pleasant. And he was right! She instantly felt a soothing warm glow spread deep inside her. She took a bigger drink and the glow intensified. "What is this?" she asked.
"Pernod," the big detective said. "It's very good for the nerves." And for the inhibitions too, he thought slyly. He watched as she finished the drink and then he poured her another. She watched, fascinated as the liqueur, normally a deep green turned a cloudy yellow when Brady added water. She held the glass in her hand, aware that her head was buzzing a little now. She never had been able to drink very much, but she was grateful for the way the drink soothed and calmed her. She waited trustfully as the detective went back to his seat and musingly thumbed through the small pile of photographs. He looked at them a long time and then he suddenly sat up straight in the seat as if an idea had just hit him. He stared at her for a moment, making his face grave.
"I think there might be a way," he said. "But I'm not sure that you'll want to do it."
"Oh, what is it," she said. "I'll do anything to win Paul back." She noticed her speech was a little thick and took another drink. It seemed to clear her head for just a minute.
"Well, I don't know. It could be a little embarrassing for you."
Her interest was really aroused now and she begged him to tell her. "It couldn't be any more embarrassing to me than those pictures," she said.
"That's just it, these pictures," he answered. "Your perfect counter move. You have these pictures of your husband in, uh, rather unusual behavior with these women, so why not present him with pictures of you doing almost the same thing?"
Janet was so shocked and surprised by his words she could not speak for a long moment. Brady cut in before she could say no.
"What I mean, of course, it that the pictures of you would be posed, not the real thing."
Janet started to splutter out her denial but choked over her own words. "Oh, but who could take the pictures without getting wrong ideas about me?"
"Don't you think you can trust me?" Brady asked gently.
"You ... you mean ... you mean you would take the pictures?" she blurted out. "But who with? I mean, who would the other p-person be?" She felt a strange tremor in her belly as she half-guessed the answer to his question.
"Me, of course," he answered. "The fewer in on it, the better for your privacy. I have a completely automated photo studio just on the other side of that door. In a few minutes you could have all the photographs that you need."
He got up from his chair and came towards her. No, no, her outraged conscience screamed in her head. Get out, run away before it's too late. But she sat, paralyzed, in her chair, the effects of the strong liqueur blurring her mind, confusing her so that she could not make a clear decision.
Brady gently took her by the arm and helped her to her feet, then guided her towards the door he had indicated. He opened it with his free hand, and she could see that the room was indeed filled with all the equipment necessary for a photography studio, with one addition.
A king-sized bed stood in the middle of the room!
She hesitated at the sight of it, but the detective led her through the door and shut it behind her. She noticed she still had her glass in her hand and finished the liqueur in one long drink without taking it from her lips. She felt dizzy for a moment as the Pernod hit her stomach, but it passed, making her feel bolder, and a little reckless....
Brady moved away from her and made some adjustments to the camera and lighting equipment that surrounded the bed. Then he turned to her, a strange half-smile on his face.
"Maybe we'd better begin," he said, and began to slowly undress. She felt a strange forbidden wave of feeling wash over her as his powerful naked chest came into view. She stood rooted to the spot as he began to fumble with the belt of his pants.
Out, out! Get out now! her mind screamed, but she seemed unable to move, like a bird charmed by a snake. She wanted to close her eyes to shut out the sinful sight, but she was afraid that he might move towards her while she was unable to see.
It seemed to take only a second until he stood in front of her completely naked, his thick hard penis standing out from underneath his flat stomach like the menacing shaft of a heavy blunt spear. He faced her with an odd grin twitching at his lips and began to half-unconsciously stroke the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard bulbous head. He finally looked down at what he was doing.
"I think it will make the pictures more realistic if it's hard, don't you agree?" There was an odd catch in his voice, and he seemed to be having difficulty with his breathing. His mind was whirling, his overwhelming desire for the innocent young wife making him dizzy. The knowledge of what he intended to do to this naive little bitch and the throbbing hardness of his own cock contrasted jarringly in his mind with the picture of her standing before him, fully dressed in her long, prudish clothes.
"Aren't you going to take off your clothes," he asked in a tight voice. Then he saw the horror and apparent disgust in her eyes, and a spark of rage and frustrated lust shot through him. Who the hell did she think she was? he asked himself. This prissy little bitch thought she was too good for Jack Brady. Well, by God, he'd show her. He'd have her whether she liked it or not. He moved towards her deliberately.
The contorted expressions of fear that swept across the terrified girl's face like tidal waves began to excite a dark streak of cruelty in the detective. His face changed, became ugly and twisted by depraved lust. Something snapped in Janet then. She suddenly turned towards the door, and grabbing the knob, tried with all her strength to open it. .
Oh, God! It was locked! She was helplessly trapped in the room with this sex fiend!
She whirled, facing him. He grinned again, crazily, his mouth twisted in a lewd grimace. She began to see the sadism in him and watched like a trapped insect the faint cruel glint in his eyes, like a hot ember glowing in the fire. She tried to speak, but she couldn't make the words come out. She was completely frozen against the door as she watched this lewd man still stroking his penis to even greater hardness before her. Against her will her eyes dropped again to the hard fleshy instrument he was holding in his hand.
My God, it was thick!
In spite of her fear, she found her mind wondering how a woman could take such a thing inside of her without being split completely apart. He was built and he knew it, and he stood for a moment longer in front of her, reveling in the fear the size of his cock was bringing to her eyes. He started slowly toward her.
"D-Don't touch me," Janet finally managed to stammer through the immobilizing fear. She knew there could be no escape now. He was going to ravish her helpless body no matter how she pleaded with him not to do it.
"Are you going to take off those clothes, or do you want some help?"
Janet stood motionless, all hope gone. There was nothing she could do against his strength. She was alone and completely at his mercy to do with as he wished.
He reached out with his powerful hands, cupping her face in his palms, and with a quick sudden jerk drew her hard against him. With an evil triumphant grin he pressed his wet lips tightly down over hers, thrusting his tongue deep into the warm moist depths of her mouth.
She stood rigidly in front of him feeling the upright hardness of his throbbing penis digging into the softness of her stomach. A last faint thought of trying to tear herself away from him flickered across her mind but faded with the pain of his fingers digging into the sides of her face.
"That's a girl," he breathed into her mouth softly. I'm gonna do it to you nice and easy."
Then Janet was dimly aware of his hands leaving her face and snaking around her body to the zipper at the back of her dress. With one swift downward jerk he opened it down to the tops of her ripely flaring buttocks. She could feel the cool rush of air against her naked flesh as he pulled it from her shoulders and let it fall in a soft heap to the floor around her ankles. The snaps of her brassiere came next and she heard him mutter a faint sigh of lusty appreciation as it dropped to the floor and her full white breasts burst into the open air. He dropped to his knees in front of her as she swayed above him, hooking his fingers in the elastic waistband of her white nylon panties and pulling them slowly down over the soft mounds of her fearfully quivering buttocks, and let them drop down to the small pile of her other clothing around her ankles.
There was nothing left. She stood before him completely naked while she heard him panting on his knees in front of her. She jerked drunkenly, almost losing her balance as she felt his lips pressing tightly into the naked flesh of her belly. The sudden wet contact sent a chill racing the length of her spine, and swaying she automatically reached forward with her hands, locking them in his hair to keep from falling. Mistaking this for total surrender he dropped his lips to the "vee" of her crotch, spreading the soft blonde pubic hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue lizard-like into the moist, flowering slit of her vagina.
Janet jumped from his tongue's electrifying contact with the tiny bud of her clitoris, losing her balance and falling backwards towards the bed. The edge caught her behind the knees and she sprawled flat on her back, her legs opening wide as she landed.
Jack Brady leaped forward and caught her in that position as the naked young wife kicked to close her legs, clamping his sweating palms against the soft insides of her thighs and pressing them even further apart. Eyes open wide in abject terror, she struggled against his powerful grip, but it was a hopeless one-sided battle. She could see him hunched on all fours down between her widespread thighs grinning up between her proud upstanding breasts like a beast of prey about to pounce on its helpless, fear-stricken victim and devour it in savage feast. The pink moist flesh of her naked vagina was presented up to his-leering face in defenseless sacrifice. She lay frozen to the mattress, her humiliation complete, as she watched his tongue slowly circling his lips in lewd preparation for the ravishment about to take place.
Again, he placed his palms flat against the inside of her thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy flanges of her cunt. Then, with a slow torturing outward movement of the thumbs he drew the ragged pink lips slowly apart exposing the moist pink slit to the mercy of his gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then with an animal-like groan he dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the warmly throbbing walls of her pussy.
Janet jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her chest. Her nakedly rounded buttocks ground down into the mattress trying to escape the maddening assault on her secret genitals.
"Oh, God! Ooooooh, Oooooooooh!" She whimpered before his depraved attack. Her head was up off the mattress, watching in horrified disbelief this nightmare that was actually happening to her, as his head rocked up and down in greedy feast of her vagina below.
"It can't be, it can't be," she groaned over and over to herself, in undisguised humiliation, her head falling back on the mattress and flailing helplessly from side to side as his tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. In spite of her terror and revulsion at the horrible things being done to her defenseless genitals, tiny wisps of unwanted pleasure began to ripple deep down in her belly. His hands reached up over the white flatness of her belly and dug harshly into her firmly quivering breasts, his fingers rolling the hardening nipples between them in unrelenting fury. As his mouth and tongue worked animal-like in slobbering subjugation of the widespread tightness of her cunt, his eyes remained open wide, watching in arrogant delight the contortions of her face up through the shuddering white mounds of her breasts. He was waiting, waiting for the first signs of total surrender he knew were sure to come.
Janet lay frozen in abject submission to the depraved outrages being heaped upon her helplessly trapped body. There was nothing she could do, and great tears of humiliation and shame swelled in her eyes. Random crazy pictures of her husband flickered through her mind as she listened to the vile wet sucking noises the detective was making at her warmly throbbing vagina. Oh God, how could she ever face him again after allowing her body to be subjected to this cruel inhuman man hunched on all fours down between her cruelly spread legs? He was defiling her as she had never thought possible, humiliating her beyond her wildest imagination, and there was nothing she could do but lie there beneath him and accept any degradation he would desire without so much as a scream in protest. Oh God, why had Paul deserted her? Why did he have to deceive her and force her into the company of this lust-crazed beast? Janet had never felt so alone and helpless in her entire life.
His eyes remained locked on her face as he continued the torturing thrusts of his tongue into her vagina. He watched the helpless tears falling over her cheeks with cruel satisfaction. The goddamn little bitch! This would teach her to treat his body as if it were a thing of filth. She obviously liked to pretend she was too good for fucking, he laughed to himself, giving an extra hard thrust of the tongue. Well, he'd show her! Before the afternoon was over she'd be crawling to him on her knees begging for more. And ... by God ... she'd get it and more. Chuckling softly to himself, he brought his hands down and pushed them under the backs of her knees splayed out wide on either side of him. He lifted and pushed them up and over her nakedly squirming body so the kneecaps touched her breasts and exposed the whole flattened plane of her cunt to his lustful sight. This would get her, he grinned, and flicked the tip of his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus nestled just below the opening of her vagina.
The unexpected wet searing contact with the sensitive, rubbery opening brought a long low moan of anguish from the young blonde's tortured lips. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, and her lips bared back over her teeth from the torturing sensation it sent racing out of control through her body.
"Oooooooooh, God, don't, please don't!" she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her' trembling young buttocks away from the hot flicking tongue licking without mercy at her tortured rectal opening. His answer was a lewd chuckle and a further stab of his tongue into the tight fleshy ring.
"Aaaaggggh," she .groaned again as small tiny goose bumps rippled across her quivering belly and full heaving breasts.
Janet sobbed helplessly before his attack, feeling the growth of a new and even more horrible fear, for in spite of her revulsion and humiliation, she felt her love-starved body begin to desert her. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily at the wetly darting tongue sending helpless spasms of delicious sensation coursing through her raw nerves down there.
"Oh no! No! I can't! I can't!" The cruel realization of her loss of control suddenly hit her with its full impact, bringing further cries of shame and humiliation at the thought, not only of the obscene adultery she was committing with another man, but the more frightening thought that her body was suddenly enjoying it. She clenched her teeth tight together and fought with all her will against the tiny licking sparks that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flame and devour her in her helplessness. But, it was a losing battle as Brady mewled and licked ceaselessly at her naked wet loins below.
And then, after a moment of long desperate struggle within her tortured and confused mind the dam burst and all the built-in inhibitions accumulated through the years were washed away in a roiling wave of desire.
Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly spasmed and began a slow abandoned movement up against his thrusting tongue. Her hands curled down into his hair, accompanied by a low soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest. Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband, forgotten was the humiliation. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny prickling needles of fire.
Brady sensed her sudden submissive surrender and with a savage grin, thrust his thick wet tongue into the quivering sheath of her vagina again. He could feel the soft silky pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose and the sides of his cheeks as she ground her nakedly rounded buttocks in a slow hypnotic rhythm up against his face. She was his now, he gloated, watching excitedly the pained pleasurous contortions of her face as her eyes clenched, her lips baring back over the whiteness of her teeth.
Yes, by God, it wouldn't be long now, he sensed with excitement, until he rammed it deep into that white little belly of hers and shot his hot eager sperm all the way up into this tight steaming pussy. By God, she wasn't too good for him anymore. She was just another hot little bitch who was screaming to be fucked by any cock she could get her hands on. Well, he gloated with obscene delight, she'd get it all right ... and get it good.
He reached down with one hand and pressed the hidden plunger of the camera and heard the shutter click, followed by the rasping sound of the self-winding mechanism. Their two bodies writhed on the bed, the man's darker head buried deep between the widespread legs of the beautiful young blonde girl. Her hands clung tightly to his hair as if it were a matter of life or death. Her ecstatic face was contorted into a half-crazed expression of passion that seemed to border on the verge of hysteria.
Janet squirmed and bucked under the maddening torture of the detective's flicking tongue until she thought the pounding of her heart would break through her chest. Her head was raised from the bed again watching his face, her hands locked tightly behind his neck pulling the punishing lash of his tongue deeper and deeper into her greedily devouring cunt. It seemed as though the delicious oral fucking had gone on forever, when suddenly Brady forced his head from the tight restrictive grip of her hands and kneeled up between her open thighs.
She closed her eyes tight again to close away the humiliation of lying under this stranger stripped and naked and defenseless against his cold cruel gaze. The shame of the weakness of her body momentarily brought her to reality. But then he spoke:
"Now I'm gonna fuck you, baby," he breathed. "Just like your husband was fucking in those pictures, only better."
Janet lay still, with her thighs open wide, her breath coming so fast she felt her lungs would burst. Her belly quivered and heaved as though he already had his long thick cock sunk deep inside her.
Brady bent down over her prostrate body, fastening his teeth harshly into the erect little nipple of her heaving left breast. She groaned in pain, attempting to twist away from the sudden sharp torture, but his hands, playing over the softness of her thighs and hips, held her tight. His lips roamed wetly over the white palpitating mounds, causing a blissful twitch that descended feather-like to her cunt below. Without volition, her buttocks began a slow impatient grinding down into the mattress.
"Goddamn, you're getting hot," he moaned as his lips slobbered over the soft sensitive parts of her body, his eyes still hard and cruel in the greed of his desire. "I'm going to screw you like you've never been screwed before. I want to see you twist and squirm when this cock of mine sinks into your belly. I want to see you beg and scream for it."
Janet lay frozen under the prodding of his obscene words. Their very lewdness excited her more and more, but still she fought within herself against this final surrender that would mean her total subjugation to him.
"Spread your legs wide, honey, I'm coming in now," Brady grinned in triumph above her.
Quivering, half in fear and half in anticipation, Janet opened her thighs wider apart. Brady levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her shoulders. He dropped one hand down between their bodies, took his angrily throbbing cock between his fingers and guided it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her head to the side on the mattress, closing her eyes against the sensitive ragged edges of her lust-moistened pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying still in utter subjugation before, him, not even daring to breathe.
"Ooooooooh," she hissed as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight elastic opening of her vagina.
He pushed.
"Aaaaagh," she coughed as the blood-engorged tip slipped through, stretching cruelly the tight rubbery opening until Janet felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.
"Ooooh, God, no, please, you're hurting me, you're hurting me!" She was suddenly screaming almost at the top of her voice as she jerked her eyes open in fear and saw his sadistic grin of victory above her. Oh, God, he was killing her, and he was enjoying it! He was enjoying watching her suffer beneath the cruelty of his slow relentless penetration of her tightly tensed cunt.
Suddenly, the grin on his face faded and a contorted expression of raw lust replaced it. He could stand it no more, Watching this helpless, innocent young wife spread-eagled beneath him with the head of his cock disappearing into the hair-lined lips of her groveling little pussy.
He had to fuck her, he had to, and quick!
Brady fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm breasts tightly back against her chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time and his long, thick cock slid into her wetly cringing vagina like a raging freight train, pushing the soft moist flesh of her inner cuntal walls in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it until with a loud groan his sperm-laden balls smacked heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
"Oh God, Oh God!" she cried beneath him. She had never been so filled in her life and his hotly throbbing cock felt as though it had ripped her vagina in a thousand tiny threads as he had speared into her without mercy or thought of injury. And now, now its thick heated length lay sunk deep in her belly filling every part of her insides. There wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh on it that she could not feel as it pressed tight against the soft flesh of her pussy, enclosed in her moist warm vaginal sheath like a sword sliced cruelly into its piteous victim's belly.
He lay still for a moment, his face directly over hers. Janet too lay immobile, afraid to move for a long moment and then suddenly she felt a throb deep inside her belly, the thickness of Brady's cock jerked up another half an inch as he flexed it inside her vagina.
"Auuuuuuughh!" she grunted breathlessly, her face contorting to the deeper pain.
"I told you I'd stretch that tight little pussy of yours, baby," he tormented above her, flexing again.
"Aaaaaaagggggghh," she groaned deeper this time, the cords in her neck standing out from the pressure of her resistance.
"Like it?" he grinned down in lewd delight at the pained expression on her face.
There was no answer.
"Like it, I said?" He flexed again.
"Ooooooohhh, yes, yes," she cried, afraid to offend him. The pain was just too unbearable.
"Beg then," he hissed with contemptuous coldness.
"W-what?" was all the anguished girl could mutter.
"Beg me, I said," he repeated with greater arrogance.
"Ooooh, no I can't, I can't," she prayed beneath him.
"Beg me to fuck you. Now!" he flexed his eagerly pulsating penis deep down in her quivering young belly again.
"Oooooh, God, don't, don't, I can't," the tortured blonde wife fought with all her strength and courage to escape this one final humiliation. This, she knew would be the final surrender. There would be no escaping him ever again. It was the only thing she had left. He had taken all else, her pride in her fidelity to her husband, her self-respect, everything was gone. She couldn't let him have the pleasure of hearing her beg, too. She just couldn't!
He throbbed deeper, digging his fingers into the softness of her shoulders at the same time. Sensing she was about to submit, he pressed a button and heard the hidden motion picture camera whirl to life, filming it all now!
"Do it," he commanded, savage fire burning in his eyes. "Beg, you bitch."
"Ooooh, God," she sobbed, her resistance broken by the pain and helplessness of her position. "Do it to me, do it to me."
"Not like that, say 'fuck me', " he commanded.
"Oh, fuck me!" she hissed through clenched teeth, tears gushing from her eyes as she spat out the lewd, obscene words. Her humiliation and degradation were complete. She would never be the same again. She had allowed herself to lose control over all the things she knew were right and now she wished she were dead. She could never face Paul again with the innocence she had before. She was a whore now, she was a whore!
The bitter words bored into her mind like evil omens of doom. She was lost! Lost! He had taken everything that was right and good from her. There was no hope left, nothing, nothing but the huge fleshy instrument buried deep inside her hungrily throbbing vagina.
Jack Brady sensed the loss of the last remaining ounce of resistance left in her soul and, clamping his wet lips suddenly right down over her mouth, he began a slow rocking motion between her thighs. He could feel the tight narrow passage widening slightly with each short stroke as she groaned in hopeless defeat beneath him. It wouldn't take long to turn this smooth, soft-bodied young wife into a raw, squealing mass of helpless desire. He could feel it by the way she had reacted to his earlier touches. Even though she had resisted and was convinced in her own mind that she was a sweet conservative wife, true to her husband in all respects, he could detect a wanton vein in her that had just never been tapped before. Well, he'd make sure she got turned on today, and he could think of nothing better than having a cute little hot pants like this around that he could sneak over and have of piece of anytime he got the urge.
Janet's body began to involuntarily react. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through her veins. She had lost the battle against the obscene feelings and even the agonizing thought of her total surrender to this lewd stranger sent chills of excitement running along the base of her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Jack Brady's huge cock begin skewering wetly into her.
Her naked young body soon was twitching and writhing beneath him, and she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with a sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her face contorted with passion, mouth working, neck straining, nostrils flared, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead under the now disheveled soft blonde hair.
Brady slipped his hands down her sides and slid them under the warm globes of her moving buttocks, grasping them harshly, one in each hand. He remembered with lust-inciting clarity the way her lush body had filled out the prudish dress she had been wearing, and the earlier lewd thoughts he had had of holding her like this. The realization that she was now his to do with as he wished drove him to greater frenzy.
The shamelessly aroused young wife's buttocks were flexing and relaxing, now, oozing around his fingers as he pressed his hands tightly into them. He jerked her harder to his loins and felt her pulling her thighs back a little more, the moist wet hole of her cunt flowering open to receive his angrily pistoning cock to greater and greater depths.
The pain was gone now and her legs on either side of his impaling rod of flesh were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes were closed and her tongue worked and slavered up into his mouth as small mewling sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled from her throat. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out hard and tense as she wantonly writhed beneath him from the intensity of her feeling. There was no longer any thought of anything but the delicious sensation of lying beneath this man who was fucking her against her will and of giving back to him the same amount of pleasure he was giving to her.
Brady slaved above her, moving suddenly into longer smoother strokes that brought his cock almost all the way out of her clasping vagina on the back stroke and then thrusting forward into her eagerly uptilted buttocks again until he could feel the harsh slap of his cum-filled balls against the unprotected crevice of her anus. He grinned at the thought of further humiliation and slid his fingers down over the velvet smoothness of her ass cheeks and found her tiny puckered anus cradled defenselessly below. It was warm and rubbery and he could feel it working with the movement of her buttocks pushing against his loins.
He used his outstretched middle finger to push into it with a sudden quick movement, and felt the elastic anal ring yielding before his attack.
"Ooooh," she gasped, the sound tumbling from lips in painful protest.
He thrust harder, taking pleasure in hearing her noises of total subjugation to his will.
"Ooooooooh!" she groaned louder this time from the further outrage against her defenseless rectum.
But there was no respite.
He worked his finger around inside, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground further up into her rectum. Then, moments later, he slipped a second finger in and felt the tight resistance give way as it, too, moved into the soft warm depths..
The deep guttural noises coming from her chest slowed into whimpers of pain for a moment and then slowly subsided to be replaced by greater moans of pleasure as her anus slowly became accustomed to the strange unnatural invasion.
Brady smiled triumphantly into her wet sucking mouth as he felt her begin slowly screwing. her buttocks back onto his impaling fingers as he probed methodically around the warm buttery depths. The moaning young wife was hopelessly skewered between his hard throbbing cock in her vagina and his fingers shoved tightly into her anus. And now, mewling beneath him, she began twisting and moaning in complete abandon under this double ravishment of her loins.
He slid his other hand slowly up from the smooth rounded cheek of her ass to where his cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her wet little pussy and could feel the soft, hair-lined vaginal folds clasped tight to his rampaging hardness.
He fondled and played with the wetly contracting lips of her pussy where he entered her, bringing softer moans of abandoned sensation from her mouth, and at the same time he could feel the ever widening passage of her vagina flowering in greedy desire to devour even more of his long hard thickness.
He quickened his thrusts, hot, pulsating and deep, as her ripe young body thrashed beneath him. She was ready to cum, he could feel it as her legs on either side of him jerked wide and up. He ripped his fingers from her rectum with a wet hissing sound and pressed his hands behind her knees, pushing them back down hard against the mattress on either side of her shoulders. The plane of her defenselessly exposed vagina was wide open to the pile-driving thrusts of his loins as he smacked brutally into her.
"Oh, oh, oh," she chanted beneath him, her face contorted in an unrecognizable mask of wild abandoned passion.
He grunted and groaned and increased his stroke, grinding hard and deep so that his cock bored far up into the hidden, previously untouched recesses of her womb. Her lustly ripened breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his chest, the tiny hardened nipples digging into him like buttons on a coat.
And suddenly she shivered under him!
"Oh God! ... Oh God! I'm cumming! Cumming! Ooooooooh, Oooooooooh!" It was a scream of disbelief ... of surprise ... of pleasure!
He felt her tight little cunt opening around him and gushes of a wetly heated liquid flooded out around his thick pistoning cock. He thrust faster, digging deep, deep inside her. He wanted her to remember this all her life, and he worked to make it true ... so she'd want it again ... and again!
He felt the convulsing young blonde wife jerk up towards him several times, the lips of her cunt working and sucking at his penis as though trying to milk him dry. Her breath was coming in short desperate gasps and he thrust deep again feeling suddenly his own wildly spewing sperm shoot from the tip of his cock far into her soft quivering belly. Their juices mingled deep down inside in a wet pool of joy and passion that Janet had never known could exist.
Her legs went limp all of a sudden and fell out to the sides, splayed obscenely on either side of his still heaving body. Her heart pounded in her chest as though it would burst. Her nakedly quivering body was beaten and satiated as it never had been before, and the sudden wave of shame and humiliation returned to her again as she remembered where she was and who was lying on top of her with his thick penis still buried deep inside her still gently palpitating vagina. Again tears stained her cheeks as she imagined the obscene picture that they made. Pictures! Oh yes, the pictures. Here she was lying with her arms and legs spread wide apart and his body covering hers between them in the age old position of the conquering man. Well, she had been fucked, and fucked good, and now all she wanted to do was get away from this horrible place as fast as she could. Even though she had caught her husband making love to other women, that gave her no excuse. He must never know, never.
"Like it, baby?" Brady lifted his head above hers and grinned down at her.
"Yes, Mr. Brady," she said coldly, "Now let me up. I want to go home."
"In a moment, Mrs. Thompson," he said sarcastically. "Why, I haven't even pulled it out yet, see."
He flexed his deflating rod gently in her vagina.
Janet groaned from the further indignity, throwing her arm over her eyes to blot out the closeness of his face over hers. It was enough to have been so weak and to have allowed her body to surrender to the crudeness of this horrible man whose cum lay hot and sticky deep in her belly, but to have to listen to him talk about it afterwards was just impossible.
"Please let me up, please," she whimpered. "I have to go before my husband gets home from work and finds out I'm not there."
"What are you worried about? He's getting his, isn't he? Turn about's fair play."
"I know, I know," she pleaded with him. "But it's different with a man. He could never forgive me."
Janet could feel Brady's penis slowly becoming limp inside her belly. Her vagina felt flooded and used as it never had before, and she wanted to close her legs and rest the ache that was forming there. She had pleaded with him to let her up, but he had not responded. He was enjoying to the fullest his brutal and complete conquest of her proud young body and was in no hurry to withdraw from its warm wet cavern. She lay quietly, afraid to move for fear that it would excite him again and cause his thick huge penis to harden once more deep inside her. The thought of having to go through the horrible humiliation again, of his spewing his hot white cum inside her once more, would be too much. She would not be able to stand it, and so she lay still, hoping he would let her go without subjecting her to further indignities.
Then finally, she felt his spent body stirring above her. She felt his withdrawal, his now-soft penis slipping from her vagina with a lewd sucking noise. A cool rush of air flowed through her loins and over her body when he rose. A long sigh of drawn out relief breathed from her heaving chest, and she closed her legs gratefully, feeling the pain subside a little in the stretched muscles of her thighs. Her eyes opened and then she saw why he had got up!
The cameras! Oh God! They had been running automatically all this time, recording every lewd and disgusting detail of the sordid scene that had gone on between them.
The detective was working with them now, making adjustments or turning them off, she didn't know and didn't care. She just wanted to get out of here. She slipped quietly off the bed and quickly pulled her clothes on. She saw the key then, lying on a small table near the door. Brady didn't seem to be paying much attention to her, so she moved over to the table and picked up the key. She had the door opened in a second. She looked back once as she passed through and saw that the detective was staring lewdly at her.
"Hey, wait a minute, Mrs. Thompson," he said, looking surprised. "Don't you want your photographs?" She could hear him laughing as she ran towards the elevator.