Chapter 18
The other day I finally heard the end of Sandra's story. After Sandra had drifted away from her closest friends-and perhaps her only friends-they became worried about her and searched for her.
In the process, they came to me, her last psychiatrist. She had, apparently, not visited any other doctors since coming to me almost a year ago.
I could give them no definite help, only a couple of vague leads. We found that her house where she and Steven had spent their married life, had been sold. And that there was no one who seemed to know where she was now.
There was only the organization with which she had last affiliated herself-the agency.
Posing as a client, I went to the office and signed up for work. Bruce did the same. We realized that it was a long chance. But, like many desperate gambles, it paid off.
I was fortunate to find her first. She tried to run away immediately after that, but we were ready for her panic and followed her.
She took a train out of the city and even across the state line, where she had apparently established another residence. She packed nothing but a simple and small suitcase, which threw me off for a short while as I assumed she was coming back.
If Anita had not been so adamant, we might have lost her then and there. As it was, the trail went temporarily cold before Bruce picked it up again in a small town just on the other side of the state line.
She had an apartment in a long and quiet street in a small and sleepy town called Scotsville. And she had a ham-fisted day laborer as a lover.
He lived up to his name: Harry.
And when she finally consented to come back to the office for a talk, this was her story.
Next to her husband, she found the succession of men from the agency to be the best thing. She took them, one by one, but always she regretted not having gotten the name of the man who had satiated her on the first day. None of the succeeding men quite filled Steven's dead shoes like this one male.
So, when her need became horrendous enough, she kept returning to the agency. Finally, she got enough courage to ask the woman at the agency outright for the first man back. She explained that he did the best work of all the people she had tried. She wanted him to work for her steadily. The agency agreed and went back through its records to find the name of that particular man.
"Yes," Miss Blumfield said, finally, "here it is. Harry Masterson. When would you like for him to start work?"
"As soon as possible. There are many little things that he seemed to know about that the rest, while trying valiantly, just didn't seem to get right without excessive guidance on my part." She smiled innocently. "I am sometimes away and I want a trusted person who will be able to work without direct supervision."
"Of course," Miss Blumfield smiled appreciatively, "all people want that. I'll call him for you."
Satisfied that she would get her secret wish, she left happily.
Harry was at her door the next morning.
"So, your pretty little bum can't live without my hand?"
"That's the size of it." She made it a bald statement, nothing more.
"Well, this is even better than a lucky day." He walked through the door and closed it behind him. "This is going to be heaven on earth," he added as he reached for her body.
His hand closed around her wrist and he yanked her toward him violently.
"Stop," she screamed. "Unhand me. I give the orders."
Ignoring her, he pulled her into his arms and his hand fell hard across her covered ass cheeks.
"Shut up, bitch!" His hand fell again.
Struggling against him, she was bodily carried into the bedroom. Standing her on her feet, Harry took one hand and grasped the neck of her dress with his ham. A single pull, ripped the dress down the front, baring her beautiful body to his lecherous sight.
Changing holds on her, he ripped the rest of the dress from her body, exposing her almost naked lusciousness, covered only by her skimpy bra and panties.
It was summer and she did not wear nylons under her dress.
Changing holds again, he snapped her bra and panties from her body, leaving her entirely naked. Then she was picked up in his arms, like before, and thrown down onto the bed. Immediately he came after her, shoving her limp but trembling thighs apart and charging fully into her twat.
As he grounded against her quaking thighs, she screamed with the delight. Then as he built up the sensual pleasure, he realized-as did she-that they had not for some reason had recourse to the paddling with the smooth backed hairbrush.
Sandra froze in horrible fear as she felt the desire draining from her.
No spank, no fuck, her mind said and the desire that had been thrilling through her unspanked cunt palled. But the die had been cast and she would give cooler thought to the situation later.
Unfortunately, at that moment, she felt herself coming down to the hard reality that his cock inside of her hurt like hell.
"Get off me," she screamed loudly at him. "You pig! You filthy monster!"
He reared his body back, but not off her cunt and raised his huge right hand. Without even a pause for breath, his open hand smashed into her face, whipping her profile violently around on the pillow.
Whimpering, she bucked under him and tears sprang from her smarting eyes.
"Now," he snarled at her, "shut up and enjoy yourself." And for good measure, he slapped her again, bringing the back of his hand across her face, snapping her head around on the slender column of her neck.
His hard knuckles grazed gratingly across her cheek, leaving marks-red marks-of blood where the coarse skin of his hands tore at her delicate skin.
Suddenly, she felt the surge of desire rise within her pussy as the blood flooded back into her flesh-swelling it and shading it into the purplish from the delicate hues of pink. She gasped and arched into his straining cock as he began humping her.
"That's it, slut," he whispered fiercely as his fingers dug into her shoulders. "That's it! Fuck. Let me give you a good fucking."
She was whimpering now, crying with elated desire and passionate sensuality. Her voice rose in an earsplitting scream as his prick stiffened for its coming.
Suddenly, he shot jets of ropy sperm into her body, searing her inner flesh as the boiling scum poured out of his jerking prick and flooded her insides, overflowing down across their thighs and his groin.
Groaning now, she arched herself into his banging cock, impaling herself again and again onto his steely weapon until he began building for another come.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" His face contorted as his balls yanked themselves back into his ass and he felt the fires building in his tubes.
He came just as she felt explosions bursting within herself. Together they plunged over the abyss and fell into a heavenly release as they vented their pent up sensuality together on each other.
His teeth sank into her neck, drawing blood in lieu of her ass beating that she always seemed to need. She screamed as she felt his sharp eyeteeth puncture her soft flesh and draw more blood.
She wriggled beneath his working mouth as he sucked up her blood with his tongue and lips.
Moaning, she tried to move away from him, only to have his hands dig into her fleshy shoulders and his voice growl nastily at her for trying to wiggle away.
Then he slammed himself, still stiff, into her twat again and the room spun before her wildly jerking eyes. Gasping for breath, she felt his full weight fall across her resisting abdomen, crushing her flat into the hardness of the mattress.
And then it was over and she lay replete on the bed while he inched himself off her and flopped beside her, panting.
Turning slowly to him, she ran her slender fingers down his sweat-glazed flesh, feeling the heavy workers' muscles beginning to relax beneath her light touch. He moaned as she continued to run her fingers along his jumping flesh and she knew that he would be back for more in a few minutes.
Even though she knew this, she still felt herself relaxing, not tensing. She anticipated it, all right, but her attitude seemed, even to her and right then, to be different. But she didn't know how to analyze it just then. So she let it rest and rested her body for the few minutes grace his exhaustion would allow her.
She was merely lying there, getting back to normal when she felt herself grabbed and thrown across his lap. When he had not had the brush handy, he used his hand to excellent advantage.
She screamed as his flat palm came smashing down across her ass. Each time she wiggled on his crotch, she felt his prick get stiffer. Each time his hand crashed into her flesh, depending on the exact location where he hit, he either expanded a red mark on her ass cheeks or began a new one.
As he spanked her, he reviled her with vile words and phrases which thrilled her to no end. She felt herself becoming more and more excited with each twinge of his growing cock and each smack of his heavy hand on her smarting ass.
"Harder, Harry," she said. "Harder!"
So, he began smashing his doubled fist into her burning red flesh. She squealed with delight as his hard fist kept pummelling into her yielding body.
Then he suddenly set her on her feet and shoved her to the mirror.
"Take a good look at your bum, bitch. I done a real good hangup job this time."
She looked at her pain-reddened ass in the mirror, turning herself around so that she looked at her ass cheeks over her shoulder.
And she was pleased as well as excited by what she saw. Her entire ass was blazing with scarlet palm and indistinct fingermarks. From the curve in her back to her soft thighs, and then some down, from one side to the other, her ass was almost a single entire rounded redness.
She felt herself becoming hot just looking at herself in the mirror.
Instinctively her fingers went to her cunt and she began to fingerfuck herself.
But strong fingers grabbed her wrist and her arm was jerked back.
"Oh no," Harry snarled at her. "That's my department." Grabbing her, he flung her back across his lap, ass downward in his haste..
His heavy hand fell on her belly, making the golden white and softly down flesh redden with the force of blows that he rained down on her thighs and belly.
She screamed with the agony of his hand while his left hand gathered a handful of her luscious tits and squeezed until she thought that the twisting-pinching motion of his fist was going to tear her globe from her chest.
As she opened her mouth to scream, he stopped, his hands resting where they were and his hips closed down onto hers, crushing her fleshy mouth between his teeth and hers. His kiss was as violent as his fucking. She moaned and twisted her head, got a grip on his lower lip.
Bitten, he jerked back as the pain stung through his face. But immediately, he pushed in again, grasping her tongue with his teeth and sinking his teeth into the fleshy muscle.
As she jerked her tongue back, she involuntarily dragged his face into hers and his tongue shoved into her throat, momentarily choking her.
But quickly she recovered and swallowed his rigid oral member, arching her head closer onto his tongue.
"Lick my cunt," she demanded as soon as the kiss had ended.
His answer smashed itself back across her bruised face, throwing her head down and back and snapping the muscles stiffly in her neck.
Then, before she could protest again, he tossed her onto the bed on her belly. His hands quickly found their way around to her belly and he raised her by main force so that her ass stuck out in the air.
"Spread your knees," he growled at her.
When she didn't obey him, his fingers picked up handfuls of her sagging belly flesh and twisted it viciously.
Screaming, she placed her knees apart on the bed, supporting her ass where he had placed it.
As soon as she lifted her ass and was ready for his entry, he slammed his steely weapon into her ass. It was wet from the juices of her cunt, so he did no more than surprise her with his devastating attack of her ass.
She howled with the unexpected pain which almost instantly turned to pleasure. Then she began humping herself onto his body and impaling her ass onto his cock.
Within a few seconds she felt his cock jerking violently and he flooded into her ass as he had her cunt with ropey masses of burning and boiling scum. It seeped, slowly at first, then faster, from around her stretched anus and dripped down onto his groin and her flanks.
She felt him slip against her wet body as he pushed himself harder into her ass until he was finished and his cock began going limp.
Utterly exhausted, now, he withdrew from her and lay down on his back on the bed. She flopped down and lay panting on her stomach.
She flinched as she felt his hand touch her back.
But, surprisingly, he was gentle and she accepted it in stride.
After that, he came every day and they spent long hours fucking. She got the hairbrush out and he beat her regularly with it for a while.
Then came the day that she became hot under his hands without the added stimulus of a beating or a forcing of any kind.
The experience of the second fuck with him had seeped through her mind. She had come to the realization that sexual excitement and pleasure did not have to be "beaten into her" and that one could enjoy sex by becoming stimulated instead of beaten to death.
When she realized this, she was as much in love with Harry in her own way as she had been in love with Steven. So they had moved to another state-his home state-and gotten married.
Although uneasy in her newfound happiness, for fear that Harry would be taken from her-she was becoming more and more at ease.
She decided to renew her failing friendship with Anita and Bruce-but this time on a different footing: a more social one.
She had a man who could handle her and both of them were discovering that it wasn't necessary to always have violent roles in their lovemaking. But he was the dominant personality.
She said that although she did not yet show it, she was pregnant.
"I want this child. I can only hope that I don't do to it what Mother did to us. Not the corner and praying part so much as I don't want my child to be inhibited as I was. I want it to be free."
"That's wonderful!" I said. "Have you told Anita and Bruce yet?"
"No. But they're picking me up after this appointment and we're going out to dinner. Harry knows not to expect me home tonight. He may even join us here in the city."
"Do you think you need a doctor anymore?"
"I don't think I'll need much more of a psychiatrist, but I will be needing a pediatrician. Know anyone you want to recommend?"
I told her the names of three or four good men and made the note that her language was of a higher grade.
"Did you change more than just the sadism and masochism?" I asked.
She smiled. "I'm glad you noticed, because even Harry's getting better. Not that we don't curse at each other at all anymore. But it's more restricted and restrained than ever before. And, I for one, like this to the old way."