Chapter 4
"You can't keep me here forever!" Maureen Kemper demanded. After two days in captivity, the attractive society woman was a nervous wreck.
"Shut up, mother!" Harry replied. "Soon as your old man comes up with the ransom money, we'll let you go."
"But what about the kids? Are they all right?" she persisted. "Tell me, please!"
"I told you to shut up," Harry growled.
"But tell me, please!" Maureen went on. "Please, it's terrible to treat me like this!"
"If you don't shut up, I got something nice and big to put in your mouth!" Harry warned her.
"Ooooooooh!" Maureen gasped with disgust. He had made that threat several times, and each time it made her shudder with revulsion. "Tell me about the kids!" she nonetheless persisted. "Are they all right? Just tell me they're all right."
Harry flashed her an irate glance. "Come here!" he demanded in an angry voice. Maureen was afraid to disobey. Gulping hard, the comely blonde slowly walked over to the easy chair where he was seated. "Please, tell me about the kids. Where are they? Are they all right?"
"I warned you!" Harry spoke in a hostile voice. "The only way to shut you up is to put something hot and hard in there! Now, get down on your knees!"
"OH, NO!" Maureen gasped. "What a filthy idea! I'm a decent woman! I couldn't possibly..." Trembling and blushing hotly, she began backing slowly away from her tormentor.
Harry regarded her with grim amusement. "I have ways of persuading you!" he warned her.
"Please, I couldn't possibly ... " Maureen protested. "I've never done such a thing in my life..."
"Come on!" Harry told her. "This is your last chance! Get down on your knees!"
"No! Ho! No!" Maureen gasped with mounting horror as she realized that he was in fact quite serious.
"Okay," Harry announced, jumping to his feet and quickly grabbing her wrist. "Let's go!" he told her, pulling her in the direction of the bedroom.
"What are you going to do?" Maureen asked in an anxious voice. She was trying to hold back but was afraid he would hurt her if she offered too much resistance.
"You'll see!" Harry promised, half-dragging the reluctant woman with him. In the bedroom, he quickly spotted an old-fashioned, oval-shaped wooden hairbrush lying on a dresser top. "I've got just the thing for you, mother!" he said, grabbing the hairbrush and pulling her toward the bed.
"WHAT IN THE WORLD DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Maureen screamed with shock and dismay as her captor abruptly seated himself on the side of the bed and yanked her sprawling face down across his lap!
"You're gonna get a good spanking, mother!" Harry announced in an amused voice, quickly pulling her right wrist into the small of her back to make it impossible for her to escape.
"SPANKING!" Maureen shrieked. The idea of a woman of her age and status being spanked was so preposterous that her mind could scarcely absorb it. A wave of humiliation and fear suddenly swept over her entire body, and she instinctively began to struggle to free herself from his grip. "You can't possible do such a thing to me!" she gasped in a horrified voice. "You wouldn't dare! You wouldn't!"
"Wouldn't I?" Harry mocked her. Her squirming body and kicking legs were already having a pleasantly stimulating effect on him. Her light blue jersey dress had ridden up to display the darker portions of her brown nylon stockings, and her prettily kicking legs were more than enough to get the blood flowing into his prick.
"Let me go! You wouldn't dare!" Maureen exclaimed. Although she tried to struggle, it was obvious that she didn't have a chance and the only hope was to talk him out of it. "Let me go! Please, you're hurting my arm. Please! Let me go! Please! I'd feel silly getting spanked! Please, this has gone far enough!"
Ignoring the distressed woman's pleas, Harry allowed her to struggle until she was quite breathless and then reached for the hem of her blue dress!
"OH, NO! DON'T YOU DARE!" Maureen screamed when she realized what he planned to do. The attractive blonde matron bucked up frantically on his lap and haplessly tried to reach back to keep her dress down. "Oh, no! Please! Don't humiliate me like this! Stop! Stop this instant!"
Despite her pleas and last-ditch efforts, Maureen's dress came up to reveal her dark stocking tops, creamy white thighs and finally her panty-clad buttocks. The white nylon panties were drawn skintight across her spacious but beautifully rounded posterior, and creamy white flesh spilled out along the lower slopes of both hemispheres. Squirming frantically, Maureen blushed furiously at the intense humiliation of being exposed in such a shameless manner.
"Stop! Stop!" she demanded, tears of shame welling in her eyes. "No one has ever done this to me before! Please, this is embarrassing!"
Amused by her embarrassment and outrage, Harry paused to enjoy the sight of panty-clad buttocks and shapely, nyloned legs and found himself with a firmly pulsating erection. Easily maintaining control of her squirming body, he paused for dramatic effect and then slowly and lewdly slipped his hand into the elastic waistband of her panties!
"OH, NO, DON'T YOU DARE!" Maureen screamed with outraged horror when she realized what he intended to do. "I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU! DON'T YOU DARE! STOP! STOP, I MEAN IT!" Once again the desperate woman began struggling to free herself, twisting her torso and wildly kicking her nyloned legs in an unintentionally provocative manner. At the same time, she tried to reach back with her free hand to rescue her panties but he easily pushed her hand aside. "STOP! YOU BEAST! STOP!" she constantly raged at him.
Despite all of her efforts, however, her flimsy white nylon panties came down to reveal her fully rounded, quivering feminine buttocks in all their glory. Maureen emitted a high pitched scream of shame as she suddenly felt the cool room breeze against her completely bare bottom, and instantly reached back in a frantic effort to retrieve her panties.
"OH, THIS IS AWFUL!" the attractive society matron screamed. The indignity of being turned up bare-bottomed across his masculine lap made her nearly faint with shame. Blushing a deep scarlet, she cast a quick glance back over her shoulder but the sight of her big bottom sticking up bare made her instantly close her eyes and turn her head aside. "OH, NOOOOOO!" she gasped. In her humiliation she was not thinking about the physical pain of the spanking to come, although her fleshy buttocks were flexing and puckering in anxious expectation.
Quite amused by his victim's outraged protests, Harry carefully peeled the panties down well below the tops of her dark brown stockings. He did not disturb her garter belt and nylons, which provided a perfect frame for her superbly rounded buttocks. She was holding her shapely legs as close together as she could, but an intriguing glimpse of fleecy pubic hair was still visible.
"Oh, this is just awful!" Maureen hissed at her sadistic captor. "You have no right to do this to me! I'll get even with you if it's the last thing I ever..."
WHACK!! A resounding smack of the solid hairbrush interrupted the indignant woman in mid-sentence.
"OWWWWW!" Maureen screamed with a mixture of surprise and pain. The oval shaped wooden hairbrush hurt far more than the totally inexperienced woman could have anticipated. "OH, NO! IT HURTS!"
SMACK! The sturdy brush landed on the exquisitely tender base of her right buttock, temporarily flattening the plump mound., "YEOW!" Maureen shrieked once again, her blonde head snapping back and her legs swinging backward with a reflexive jerk. "Stop! You're hurting me! Stop it, I tell you!"
SPLAT! Harry applied the third spank to the opposite cheek with a loud report.
"OUCH!" the indignant matron howled, her shapely legs momentarily jerking open to display her vividly pink crease. "Stop it this instant! Stop it! You have no right to..."
Smack! Splat! Whack! Thoroughly enjoying the unusual opportunity to spank a highly attractive and mature pair of feminine buttocks, Harry lustily applied the hairbrush to her rotund posterior with noisy smacks. A high-pitched shriek followed each application of the brush, and the miserable older woman began putting on quite a show of frantic squirming and kicking. Her spacious bottom quickly became as red as her face.
"Ouch! Stop! Ow, please! It hurts! No! Stop! That's enough! Please! Ouch!" Maureen pleaded between howls of pain. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and her bottom felt afire in a manner the inexperienced woman would have thought quite impossible. "Owwww! Oh, stop! You don't realize how it hurts! Owwww! Oh, this is just dreadful! Stop, please!"
"Your bottom's getting red, Big Mama!" Harry told the suffering woman.
"Oh, stop it! Please, I'm begging! It hurts too much! I can't stand it!" Maureen pleaded. She hated herself for pleading so abjectly with her criminal assailant, but the raging flame in her posterior gave her no choice. "Owww! Oh, please, stop! I can't stand it!" To her dismay, she realized that she had become soaking wet between the legs, and felt thoroughly ashamed of herself. "Oh, no, stop! Please! That's enough! Oh, please, I'm begging!"
Smack! Whack! Splat! The solid hairbrush continued to descend at various angles against the attractive blonde's plump and highly reverberative buttocks. Each spank sent ripples of flesh sweeping over the plump hemispheres, which were becoming progressively redder and hotter with each passing moment. Crying hard, Maureen could no longer control her leg movements and was jerking hard and wide in a manner that exposed herself completely to her assailant's feasting eyes.
"Oh, God, stop! I can't stand it! I'm on fire!" Maureen cried out in an anguished voice. Her buxom bottom felt as if she had backed into a beehive, and the throbbing, deeply penetrating heat was becoming quite unbearable. The overly protected woman had never known such pain or humiliation before. The intense conflagration in her buttocks spread into her cuntal groove, and her highly sensitive clitoris quickly began to swell and twitch in a quite maddening fashion. "Oh, God, stop, please! Please! Pleeeeeese! I can't take it..."
"I'm not through with you yet, mother!" Harry told her as he repeatedly applied the brush to the ample I target. His lust-swollen cock throbbing furiously, he was thoroughly enjoying the sight of feminine suffering, reddening buttocks and wildly kicking, nylon-clad legs.
"Ouch! Oh, this is terrible! Owwww! Ouch! Oooooh!" Maureen gasped between sobs. "Ouch! I can't stand it! I can't, I mean it! Oh, this is terrible! Oooooooh! Please, have mercy! Owwww! Owwwww!"
Harry paused and gazed at her brightly crimson buttocks. "You about ready to suck cock now, mother?" he inquired.
"OH, NO!" Maureen screamed impulsively. "WHAT A REVOLTING ... " She could feel his hotly throbbing prick against her, and the thought of defiling her mouth with that slab of raw masculine meat filled her with revulsion.
WHACK! SPLAT! SMACK! Harry instantly went back to work with the hairbrush, applying it with even more lusty swipes to the suffering woman's hotly enflamed posterior.
"OUCH! OW! OOOOH! STOP IT! I CANT STAND IT! OWW!" Maureen screamed at the top of her lungs. OUCH! OH, THIS IS JUST DREADFUL!"
"Tell me when you're ready to start sucking, mother!" Harry casually told his miserable victim.
Smack! Whack! The hairbrush landed first on one cheek and then the other, temporarily flattening each cheek and sending more heat and pain surging through them. Maureen's shapely, nylon-clad legs jerked reflexively back and forth, fully exposing her brightly glistening cuntal slit, while at the same time the hapless woman tossed and writhed in a frantic effort to obtain some relief for her tortured buttocks.
"Owwwww! Ouch! Oh, my God! Oooooh! Oh, noooooo!" Maureen screamed in anguish. "Ouch! Owwwww! Stop, I can't stand it! Oh, pleeeese! This is just awful! Please, stop!! Owwwww!" Sobbing hysterically, she realized that there was no choice but to comply with his degrading commands.
Whack! Whack! The hairbrush felt like a hot branding iron against her hotly blistered bottom.
"OOOOOOH! OOOOOOH! I-I-I'LL DO IT!" Maureen heard herself saying. "S-STOP! I'LL--I'LL ... "
Harry paused and waited.
". . . DO-DO IT!" Maureen finished the sentence.
Harry quickly shoved the sobbing, distraught woman to a kneeling position between his knees. Rubbing her furiously burning bottom with both hands, Maureen watched with mounting distress as her assailant quickly opened his fly and permitted his hot, hard prick to snap out into full view. Her face as red as her bottom, the anguished woman gulped heavily at the sight of the turgid masculine organ that she had agreed to fellate.
"Please, please!" she pleaded. "Don't make me! My self-respect ... OH, PLEASE..." She was on the verge of hysteria, and would have tried to flee had she not been in a state of near emotional and physical collapse.
"Go on!" Harry told her in a voice that mirrored his growing impatience.
"I CANT ... I JUST CANT!" Maureen screamed at him.
"Go on!" Harry repeated in a much louder voice.
Staring at his rigidly erect masculine battering ram, Maureen slowly shook her head. "I can't ... I can't ... " she repeated.
"Okay, mother, you're really going to get it!" Harry spoke in an irate voice.
Reaching down, he grabbed the hapless woman with both hands and yanked her upward.
"Oh, what are you going to do?" Maureen screamed in a petrified voice.
"You'll see!" Harry replied.
Using his greater strength to advantage, he quickly threw her face down on the bed. Maureen could feel her panties ripping as he tore them off. She wanted to resist, but felt exhausted and breathless.
"Oh, no, please! P-please!" she begged, trying to crawl away from him. Her heart was thumping wildly and she was unable to think clearly. Realizing that he was crawling on top of her from the rear, she tried to pull her dress down to protect herself.
"Hold still!" Harry demanded, yanking her dress back up and grabbing her at the waist with both hands.
"DON'T! DON'T!" Maureen yelled at her assailant. She was terrified yet strangely exhilarated by his overpowering assault. Hot gushes of feminine cream were bubbling from her plump cuntal groove, and her clitoris felt hotly swollen and itchy. "DON'T! LET ME GO!" she kept repeating in an anguished voice, trying to look back over her shoulder to communicate with him.
"Quit fighting!" Harry commanded, grunting from his efforts. With his knees between her stockinged legs, he began pulling her knees farther apart to make her all the more accessible.
"No! No!" Maureen protested. Her arousal made her feel deeply guilty and ashamed, but she was too exhausted to offer more than token resistance. She could feel her thighs being relentlessly forced open by her attacker in a manner that left her brazenly exposed for his pleasure. "No! No! Oh, how can you do this to me?" she wailed in a self-pitying voice. "Oh, this is terrible!"
In full control over the helpless woman, Harry lewdly grabbed her bottom-cheeks and roughly spread them open!
"NO! NO!" Maureen screamed with horror as she realized his true purposes. "NO! NOT THAT!" Her heart pounding furiously, she tried to wriggle away from her vicious assailant.
Quickly moving forward to align his hotly bloated cock with the tiny aperture, Harry lowered his heavy body over hers and simply rammed forward!
"EEEEK!" Maureen screamed at the top of her lungs as his meaty cock-head forced its way into her anal orifice. A sudden stab of pain suddenly hit her with the force of a bayonet, and her entire body twitched spasmodically. She desperately tried to bring her legs together, but that was impossible. "OOOOOOH! OWWWWW!" the tormented woman shrieked with pain and humiliation.
"You're going to take it up the ass, mother!" Harry told her in a hostile voice, resting his weight on top of her in a manner that told her that she didn't have a chance against him.
"OH, NO! PUT IT IN THE OTHER HOLE!" Maureen screamed, completely forgetting her dignity under the stress of the moment. "PLEASE! IT HURTS TOO MUCH! I CAN'T STAND IT!"
"Next time you're gonna suck, I'll bet!" Harry casually remarked as he gave a forward thrust with his pelvis, driving his rock hard prick slightly deeper into the exquisitely tight, meaty channel.
"OWWW!" Maureen screamed in anguish. The pain was worse than anything she had ever experienced before, and her sphincter muscle was working frantically to expel the masculine invader that felt as if it were tearing her apart "OWWWWW!" she repeated, quickly breaking down into loud sobs. "PLEASE! PLEASE! PUT IT IN THE OTHER HOLE!"
Thoroughly exhilarated by the humiliation and pain he was inflicting on his miserable victim, Harry thrust forward once again into the tight little tunnel.
"OWWWWW! OH, GOD! OWWWWW! OH, THIS IS TERRIBLE! I CAN'T STAND IT!" The pain was so intense that Maureen was afraid that she was simply going to black out. It felt as if a telephone pole had been driven between her legs. She tried to struggle, but his weight was pressing her relentlessly downward.
"One more shove ought to do it!" Harry announced. Employing all the power in his muscular thighs, he thrust forward one more time!
"YEOWWW!" Maureen shrieked as the powerful masculine ramrod relentlessly forced open her anal canal. Despite the frantic convulsions of her sphincter muscle, there was no way to dislodge the masculine sword that was slicing its way deeply into her midsection. Sobbing heavily, the hapless matron lay face down on the bed with her entire body wracked with anguished spasms.
"There!" Harry spoke in a highly satisfied voice.
"That feels great, mother!"
"Oh, it hurts! It hurts so much!" Maureen protested between sobs.
"You'll get used to it, you'll see!" he told her. I'll bet you even cum before I get through with you!"
"Ohhh!" Maureen gasped at the insulting suggestion. "Oh, how could you do such a thing to me?" she added in a despairing voice.
Running one hand lewdly under her body, Harry explored her wet bush and sliced a finger into her juicy crease. His amused chuckle made Maureen shrivel with shame and humiliation, and she hated herself for being such a weakling.
"Let's see what this does for you!" Harry remarked, pressing his finger against her wildly fluttering clitoris.
"Ooooooh! Ooooooh!" Maureen gasped, squirming like a worm as the pressure sent shivers racing through her voluptuous body. "Don't! Don't, please! Please! Don't! Oh, please, this is humiliating!"
Keeping his finger against her lust-swollen magic button, Harry slowly began pumping from the rear, sliding his madly throbbing cock back and forth in the narrow shaft. The exquisitely tender meat lining her anal canal lovingly caressed his hotly swollen sausage, and the repeated spasms in her sphincter muscle added to his lustful pleasure.
"Oh, no, it hurts! Don't! Oh, please! Ooooooh! Don't! Oh, this is awful! Ooooooh! A woman should have to take it up her ... Ooooh! Owww! Not so deep! Oooooh! Oh, my! Ooooooh!" Maureen's remarks reflected a strange mixture of discomfort, humiliation and sexual arousal. The pain of the forcible anal penetration was gradually giving away to blissful masochistic torment, and her hotly blooming clitoris was sending off hot sparks that radiated through her nervous system. "Ooooooh! Owww! Oh, don't! Oh, I can't ... Ooooooh! Oh, you're driving me ... Ooooooh! Oh, no! Oww! Not so far in ... Oww! Oooooh!"
Pumping steadily back and forth, Harry worked two fingers into her vaginal orifice and began vigorously jabbing them back and forth, while at the same time using one finger to continually scrape her bulging love bud. Hot gushes of feminine honey poured over his fingers as the moaning and gasping woman squirmed around under him. He began thrusting with more powerful movements, driving his rock hard harpoon in to the hilt with each forward shove.
"Oooooh! Oooooh! Ooooooh! Oh, my, oh! Oooooooh!" Maureen gasped. "Ohhhhhh! Oooooooh! Oooooooh!" It seemed impossible that she could actually be enjoying the lewd assault he was inflicting on her. "Oooooh, my, ooooooh! I can't ... Oh, you're driving ... Oh, I can't believe ... Ooooooh, this is ... Ooooooh! Ahhhhhh!"
"That's the way, mother, let yourself go!" Harry told the breathless, wriggling woman. "Let yourself go! I'll make you cum, you'll see!"
"Oh, you're terrible!" Maureen burst out impulsively. "It's awful to do this to a woman!"
"You seem to be enjoying it!" he replied sarcastically.
As he spoke, he speeded up the tempo, working his desire-bloated prick back and forth with swift jabs that mixed discomfort with pleasure. At the same time, his fingers probed deep into her steaming vagina to torment the highly sensitive nerve endings throughout her love tunnel. She was instinctively working her pelvis back and forth under him with coital movements, arching her back and lifting upward so that his forward thrusts forced her down against the bed.
"Ahhhh! Ooooh! Ahhhhh!" Maureen began gasping in a heavily labored manner as the thick masculine rod knifed repeatedly back and forth in her anal canal. "Ooooh!! I'm ... Ooooooo! Ooooo! Oh, it hurts ... Oooooh! Oh, the pain ... OOOOOH! YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY! OOOOOOH! I CANT STAND ... AHHHHH! Ahhhhhhh ... . "
"C'mon, mother, you're gonna make it!" Harry told the breathless, struggling woman. His fingers were clawing deep into her vaginal canal, tormenting her to a frenzy of erotic arousal. At the same time, his furiously pulsating cock was ramming back and forth with continually gathering momentum, and the rapid forward thrusts were driving deep into the tight, meaty tunnel. "C'mon! C'mon! Let yourself go, mama!" he grunted in a lewd voice.
"Oooooh! Oh, I'M ... OOOOOH! Ooooooooh! Ooooh! AHHHHH!" Maureen cried out with a mixture of anguish and total abandonment. Her vaginal walls were itching furiously and her hotly inflated clitoris felt right at the bursting point, and despite the agony of having her anal canal so viciously violated she was throwing her hips around as much as she could. "OOOOH! OOOOOH! I'M CUMMMMIIIIINNNGGGGG! AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Maureen emitted an exultant scream and pitched forward on the bed in a state of collapse as an intense climax suddenly detonated her clitoris and sent wild surges of electricity racing through her body. With several fingers jammed deeply into her honey-flooded cunt, Harry rammed forward with all his might and blasted his hot, murky cum into her yielding anus!
"OWWWW!" The final bayonet thrust deep into her tortured anal channel produced a shrill scream of masochistic intoxication. Nearly choking to get some air back into her lungs, Maureen could scarcely comprehend the exquisitely raw, lush feelings of feminine surrender that were sweeping over her entire body. Though she knew she could never admit it to anyone, the attractive matron knew that sooner or later she would simply have to have more of that rough, almost brutal, sex that her tormentor was inflicting upon her.