Chapter 11
"What are you. thinking?" Jack asked.
From where he sat he could see the flanges of her sex, wide open to him as her legs were fallen open. She was a natural blonde, and the ooze in her cunt gleamed back at him so attractively he wanted to lick it and show his devotion to her.
Above was the very tiny waist he could put his hands around, the very flat belly, and -- glorious enormous breasts he had so enjoyed sucking and pulling on.
Her face was a soft cross between an oval and a heart-shape, with very succulent, juicy red lips in it now raw from the savagery of his kissing. Her pouting lower lip was just perfect for wrapping around a man's hotly throbbing cock.
She had the most beautiful blue eyes in that lovely face, shaded by the palms of swaying dark lashes. High soft cheekbones .. the smoothest skin and most flawless complexion in all the world, with rosy cheeks that seemed always to be blushing. A soft white throat that he had marred with biting hickeys, leaving brown bite marks behind.
There were also bite marks on her huge hard tits, too, but somehow this only made them all the more exciting.
And everywhere that creamy pure skin. ...
And beyond all this mass of loveliness which was so exquisite it tore his heart out, even though he'd screwed her twice already, was that great tumbling mass of long, curly, shining blonde hair. He'd never seen hair so long, so thick, so blonde. He wanted to bury his dick in it and fuck it, shooting cum onto every strand.
He wanted to worship at her blonde cunt as if it were a shrine. To him, it was!
"What do you mean, what am I thinking?"
"I mean, what are your feelings now? About us. About myself and my wife."
"I think you're debauched," Mercy said in all seriousness, without necessarily implying that this was bad.
"But we've given you a lot of pleasure. Why don't you admit it?" He reached out and tickled the open pink flanges of her sex.
Mercy groaned and rested her golden head back on her hair, her eyes closing. His touch was like an electric shock ... her clitoris was sensitive like anything.
Jack smiled. She was not about to resist him or utter any protest any longer.
But still-could she be trusted?
"Do you like that? Do you like it when I tickle the Iips of your cunt with my finger?"
"What do you want me to say?"
"Just the truth," he said crossly. "Is that so goddamned difficult?"
"Must you always swear?"
"Oh Christ," cursed Jack impatiently. Talking to her was like yelling into an echo. You asked her a question, and she answered with a fucking question. That was funny, because she didn't look Jewish.
Maybe they should rip out her tongue. As a deaf mute, she would be ideal.
And ideally their prisoner, too.
But no, he didn't have the heart for that. He was a lover, not a killer.
"Okay," he said after he'd calmed down. "I'll try not to swear so much. Does it annoy you?"
"How do you feel about it?"
"For Christ' sake, stop answering everything I say with a goddamned question. You're not my fucking psychiatrist and this is not Sigmund Freud's couch. Every time I ask you a question, you answer with a question! Don't you know how infuriating that is!"
"Is it?"
Jack was starting to feel demoralized; She was beautiful, but was she worth it?
Not if she was going to drive him nuts, she wasn't.
"Let me put it another way," he went on, sighing. "You know you've enjoyed all this fucking, we know you've enjoyed it, I know you've enjoyed it, so why can't you admit it instead of being such a fucking prude."
That stung her. Despite everything, she'd never considered-herself a prude before. Though maybe she had been.
She brought her knees up under her chin, wrapping her long, nicely tanned and smooth arms around her legs. Jack could still see the enticing bush and the few folds between her legs. "I am not a prude," she said.
"But you were when we started this. Admit it."
He was a handsome man, Mercy reflected. She liked his brown curls now, and the sharp jut of his jaw, and it certainly was true that his penis was so large and filling that it was well capable of keeping a girl happy.
He had a nice body, too. Muscular and broad-shouldered, .with long, well-muscled swimmer's legs. He had trim hips and a small waist, and a nice tight little bottom. She was surprised that she hadn't noticed all this about him before.
It certainly was true that she saw him with different eyes now, after so much fornication.
"Maybe I was. Maybe you're right," she conceded.
He was a little afraid to put the direct question to her. Would she still go to the police?. If she did, what could they do about it?
No, they still had to be sure of her.
"Don't you think you'd enjoy fucking more if you gave in and used some of the dirty language we've been using?" he asked her.
"I don't know," she answered, truly puzzled. What did he expect her to say?
"Don't you think you'd get bigger thrills if you let yourself go a little?"
His hand ran up her ankle and shin. Mercy shivered, unsure of her feelings. This man had the power to turn her on now. She wasn't sure what she felt.
Certainly she wasn't as scandalized as she had been. But should she let on? The fact that she was being brutalized seemed to provide its own -- albeit savage -- thrills, totally apart from whatever it was she was feeling within the hairy, slippery confines of her hot young cunt.
She had enjoyed herself so much that she didn't want to spoil anything by giving her secret feelings away, whatever they were now.
And she wasn't sure of them, either.
When she continued not saying anything, Jack put in, "I was very surprised to find that you were a virgin."
"I'd always thought that best," she said, blushing. "I've had a very strict upbringing. You may have guessed."
"I did guess somewhat. I have a confession to make, though, about something."
"And what's that?"
"I've wanted to screw you ever since you came here. That's the truth."
Mercy blushed to the roots of her hair. Despite all she'd been through, she was still capable of that. She could feel the molten lips of her sex moisten. When he talked like that she felt her whole body weaken. She couldn't have resisted anything he wanted to do with her now.
"That's the truth," Jack continued. "From the first moment I saw you I've dreamed of seeing you with your legs spread, up in the air, your hot little cunt gleaming at me, drops of moisture on the yellow hairs around it -- naturally I'd hoped you were a natural blonde -- I've longed to suck on those big jug tits of yours, and squeeze them, and slap them around ... and stick my finger in your hot, sticky twat. ..."
"Twat?" Her face screwed up in puzzlement.
"Yeah, you know. This here." He jiggled a finger in her cunt and Mercy squealed, falling backward against her long golden hair.
Jack shrugged and drew out his finger, licking it off. Then he continued saying naughty things. "I'd hoped I'd get a chance to piledrive this big meatcock into you," he said, holding his meaty, heavily veined dick in his hand, watching her eyes light up, her nostrils snort as she watched him. "I wanted to have you put your legs over my shoulders -- Christ, those glorious long, tanned legs of yours-so I could drive real hard and painfully into you through your liquid cunt hair, bending your shoulders back into the bed as I rolled you up into a ball over all that long blonde hair ... Christ, you smell good, do you know that, my dear?" He picked up her foot and licked her toes, making Mercy shiver.
"I'd never considered that," she croaked truthfully.
"Ah, but you do. And that's partly why I wanted to suck on your tits and drive my cock up into your gorge full of sloppy love juice . .
Mercy couldn't deny that he was reaching her. The filth he was spewing out so remorselessly was having its desired effect ... her cunt was moistening like crazy, desiring his entry into that honey-dripped tunnel of love. ...
" ... I wanted to press your lusciously full-lipped mouth open," Jack was continuing, "and force my tongue down your throat ... and vampire your beautiful throat ... God, you have a beautiful white throat ... and feel my hands all over that gorgeous voluptuous body of yours ... you're built just like a fucking Venus, all tits and ass, but with long legs and arms like a fucking gazelle ..."
Jack reached for her and she came into his arms without much coaxing. Their lips, arms and legs intertwined...
Instinctively Mercy reached for his cock ... She was too far gone now to care. She wanted to put it inside of her if she possibly could. .
"So!" boomed a female voice from the door.
They broke off their kiss. Jack turned around to look in the direction of the door.
"Oh, it's you, Letty," Jack said, feeling vaguely guilty.
"Who the fuck did you think it would be?" Letitia strode into the room towards them. She was still naked, but now was wearing black leather boots and carried a riding crop. "Well," she demanded, "Has-she given in yet?"
Jack turned to Mercy. She was blonde and lovely, but it was clear that Letitia was going to demand an immediate answer or there was going to be some terrible penalty they would have to pay.
"Well?" he asked awkwardly, almost afraid now to meet Mercy's eyes. They had almost become friends. "Have we won you over? Do you love fucking? Do you love to fuck? Do you love us? Or what? What's the deal?" He pushed his fingers through his curly brown hair.
"Well, I -- " Mercy glanced at Letitia.
And in that awful moment of hesitation, she had sealed her doom. ...