Chapter 4
Paula felt she had discharged her marital obligations. For the time being, it would satisfy Ralph. In the morning, she avoided a repeat. Instead, she gave him a quick hand job. That was enough to hold him.
With her husband gone, Paula dressed, had breakfast, and decided to have a confrontation with Kolich. Once and for all, she would get the whole sordid matter over. Angrily, she strode out of her house and approached his doorway. She jabbed viciously at the bell several times. Inside the house, she heard the chimes ringing incessantly.
He came to fhe door and leered when he saw who his caller was. "Boy, you really have hot pants! Can't wait to get started, huh?"
"Listen, you bastard!" she hissed at him. "I don't want anything to do with you or your degenerate friends. You better stop bothering me or else!" she threatened.
"Hey! You don't want to stand outside talking to me. What will the neighbors think! You better come inside," he invited. "We can settle our differences in private."
She stepped inside the house and he closed the door after her. He smiled lewdly. "Now, what is your pleasure?"
Paula stared back at him. The whole thing was a deja vu. It was a situation that she had been through before. Only it was repeating itself.
Some inner thought told her that she didn't honestly come to him to order him to desist in annoying her. She was there because of some drive. Within her there was a sensitivity to a certain stimuli that impelled her to seek more incidents of bondage and degradation.
"Come on down to my basement. I want to show you my playroom and bar," he invited. "We can have a drink and clear the air. I want to be a good neighbor."
"Shove your drink up your ass!" she snapped back, remembering what he had done to her backside.
"I know what your hang-up is, baby!" he told her. "Okay! I'll play your fucken crazy game!"
He pulled a switchblade knife out of his pocket. He pressed the button and the intimidating blade flicked out.
"Now, move your ass downstairs, or I'll shove this knife up your cunt and put you out of business," he menaced her.
The erotic thrill of impending degradation started to tingle within her loins. She moved downstairs to his basement. It was simply furnished. The walls were paneled with cheap pine. In one corner was a beat-up couch that had seen better days. A TV set was in another corner. There were two chairs with a lamp standing next to one of the chairs. A cheap bar with three bar stools was in another corner. Of all the items in the basement, the most incongruous was a horizontal bar.
Her mind was already anticipating that the horizontal bar would have something to do with her. The trembling began in her anxious snatch.
"I don't want to ruin your good clothes. You better take them off now," he ordered.
"No!" she defied him.
He made a threatening gesture at her with the knife. "Come on, baby! Let's cut the shit! You know you're gonna take off your clothes. Stop "wasting time."
The clothes came off quickly. She stood in the cool basement, bare-assed, waiting for his next command. Paula knew what it was going to be.
Kolich had her stand under the horizontal bar. He produced a set of leather manacles and fastened them to her wrists. The leather fastenings were hooked over the bar. The position of the bar forced her to stand on her toes. Otherwise, there was a strain on her arms.
"Have a heart!" she said. "This thing is practically ripping, my arms out of their sockets. Unless I stand on my toes. Can't you lower the bar or give me something to stand on to ease the tension?" she asked.
He studied her for a while. "Yeh, I guess you're right! I wouldn't want to damage the merchandise."
Kolich adjusted the bar, lowering it. Paula was a little surprised at his consideration. Nevertheless, she welcomed it. With the adjustment of the bar, she could stand comfortably although her arms were kept in an upright position.
She could feel the moisture start a slow ooze within her eager box. Was the dampness a result of a sexual reaction in anticipation or was she going to wet herself? Paula felt whatever Kolich had planned for her would be something more devastating than anything she had been subjected to before.
Paula pressed her legs tightly together to prevent any possibility of peeing. It was cool in the basement and she was a little fearful of what was to come. Either one of these conditions could make her void her bladder.
She was aware that her face was flushed. Her pulse rate had increased. Kolich was busy behind the bar. He opened some kind of a chest or box and was rummaging through it. He seemed to have found what he was looking for. Grunting in satisfaction, Kolich returned to Paula.
Paula's eyes widened in fascination. One object was a large artificially shaped cock, thick and long. The other item was a thin metal tube with a little bulb-like tip at one end and a thick handle at the other end.
She watched as Kolich stuffed the thick phallus into her cunt. The puffy outer lips of her anxious pussy opened wide to accept this new erotic delicacy. Paula sighed in muted contentment. What a beautiful dong! It filled her entire vaginal tract. Erotic instruments for sexual pleasure were not new to her. She found a catalogue that Ralph had hidden away. She wondered what these things were like!
Kolich disappeared behind her after he had fitted the prick into her. Paula suspected where the other item was going. Into her ass-hole! The cool metal tube slid into her rectum. There was a slight jab after the insertion.
Her body began to jerk and gyrate. The instrument up her ass was some kind of vibrator. Kolich stepped in front of her and twisted a knob on the exposed end of the phallus.
Suddenly, both holes were tingling from the dual vibrators. Paula had never endured this type of sensation. It felt like a thousand prickling needles stimulating every nerve fibre in her body. It was a thousand mild electrical shocks that flooded her cunt and ass. In the confined spaces with no outlet for release, the sensation diffused itself, spreading all over her body. Her body twitched and jerked in a delirium of erotic passion.
"Stop, stop!" Paula squealed in ecstatic protest. Secretly, she wanted it to continue. "I can't stand it anymore! No more! Have mercy! Stop! Stop!"
Her pretended protests were ignored. Possibly because she wasn't convincing enough. Her protests were punctuated with groans of rapturous delights.
"Hunnrr! Hunnrr!" She made rasping grunting sounds. Followed by moans of ecstatic abandon. "Ohhrrr! Ohhrrr! Oh! Christ! More, more! Stop it, stop it!" Then the pleasurable groans! "Ahhrrgg! Ahhrrgg!"
Paula's eyes were closed, her mouth opened. The closed eyes to better savor the exquisite erotic torture of the vibrators and the open mouth emitting the groans and moans of pleasure.
She could feel an orgasm building up. With explosive fury, the peak of the climax burst within her. like a series of detonations, wave after wave of orgasms exploded. Vaguely, she was aware of the orgasmic juices dribbling down her thighs. It spilled past the phallic plug stuck in her box. Paula felt the wetness. But her mind and body concentrated on the taunting erotic ravishment of the vibrators humming in her sexual orifices.
Paula sucked in her lower lip, biting it. She had to do something to alleviate the voluptuous tingling within her, threatening to drive her wild.
"No more, no more! I can't stand it! Please, pleasssse, stop!" she begged in earnest. She was being driven to a point she couldn't endure anymore. In spite of her entreaties to stop, her moans of sensual approval continued to mingle with her pleas.
"Ahhrrgrr! Ahhrrgrr!" It was an animal-like growl that diminished into a gurgle. She doubted whether she could withstand any further stimulation. Any moment she expected. to pass out. Her mind was tight-rope walking along a fine line between extreme, exquisite sensuality and unconsciousness.
As suddenly as it had begun, the vibrators stopped. Paula's body continued to thrash, still in the throes of the piquant tingles that persisted. It took her a few seconds to realize that Kolich had turned them off.
In her most bizzare flights of fantasy, she never imagined such ecstatic rapture. Such sensual stirrings!
All she wanted was to be raped! A simple violation of her pure body without the guilt of enjoying the sex act. After all! She was being fucked against her will!
Kolich stood in front of her, studying her reactions while he smoked a cigarette. She sensed his stares but she was too spent after the ordeal to care. Her body and mind were recovering from the excessive strains placed upon her erotic sensibilities. Paula was in the process of recuperating from the effects.
He brought the tip of the cigarette close to her tit. She stared down at the glowing tip in terror.
"Do you get any kicks from feeling pain?" he asked with a satanic grin.
"No, NO!" she screamed. "Don't burn me. I just want to be tied up and raped," she confessed. The words rushed out of her mouth. "Have a heart, Bill!" she pleaded. "You know you can do anything you want with me. But no pain, please! I couldn't stand it." Tears welled up in her eyes as she cried softly.
The cigarette moved closer as she continued to scream in terror. His hand stopped a few inches away from her tit. She could feel the heat emanating from the fiery glow.
"Naw! I don't get my kicks that way," he told her. "I figured you might get some kicks at the thought that something real bad could happen to you," he explained. "Looks like you're not ready for that scene yet.
"You know what I don't like about you?" He didn't wait for her reply. "You're a stuck-up bitch! A snob! You make believe that fucking is some kinda dirty thing! I bet you're even a cock-teaser with your husband."
He returned to the box behind the bar and returned with a cat-o'-nine tails. Kolich shook it out in front of her.
"Oh Jesus," she thought! "He's going to beat me with that thing. I'll die if he uses that thing on me."
Kolich stared at her. "I'm gonna give you a chance to save your ass." His voice was stern. "I want you to tell me a story. I want you to tell me how many different ways you want to be fucked. Use all the dirty words! And make the story good!" he demanded. "Or else!" She knew what that or else meant!
The threat of a whipping terrorized her. She tried to swallow to create more saliva. The fear had dried up the moisture in her mouth. Paula could appreciate fantasizing and participating in the sex scenes relating to a rape. Defiling her chaste body was something she could appreciate. This nuance that Kolich introduced was something else.
Her voice was low and weak. "I ... I want a man to ... to tie me up ... and then ... then fuck me!" She began timorously.
"Louder!" Kolich ordered. "And put more emotion in it! I want you to get me hot." He re--. moved his clothes. "See my cock! It's a peter "meter! When you get through talking, I want to see that cock stiff. If it ain't..." He swung his whip.
This was nothing compared to the other indignities she had suffered. He was debasing her in the worst way. Kolich was invading her most secret desires and passions. No one had ever done that before!
Paula realized that a new plateau in sexual degradation had been reached by her. Kolich was probably unaware that he was doing her a favor. He was forcing her to release her inhibitions. Strengthened by this thought, she warmed to the consequence imposed upon her.
"I want to have a man with a cock that knows how to use it. I want to feel that big luscious prick pumping hard in my cunt," she declared.
Inspired by the freedom to express her sexual desires under duress, Paula continued.
She would make Kolich's prick get hard! She would also fill her body with the voluptuous feelings of rapture. Her imagination would spark the sexual fuse that would ignite her body.
"I want to feel that thick dick filling up my snatch so full that it will feel like it's going to burst open," she continued. "I want him to pump like crazy. So deep into my hot snatch that it would feel like he was going to come against my tonsils.
"Then I want to suddenly feel his cock throbbing, shooting his hot load into my starving pussy. That lovely hot juicy load! Oh, how beautiful it is. And then I'll come! And our two bodies will bump and cement together while our love juices mix together."
She paused. There were wild stirrings in her loins. Gazing at Kolich's prick, she saw it was still flaccid. It surprised her that the sight of her naked body didn't excite him. Her story would have to be sexier if she was to accomplish her task.
"Then he would take out his soft prick from my cunt. He would insist that I suck him off. That lovely cock with our jism smeared all over it," she described. "I would refuse to do it because I want him to force me. I really would like to suck him off. He slaps me around and makes all kinds of nasty threats. I agree to suck him off if he unties my hands.
"So he would untie my hands. Then I would take his lovely soft cock in my mouth. I would let my tongue lick off the delicious juice on his prick. I'd lick it like an ice-cream cone.
"I would hold his balls cupped in one hand. With the other hand, I would push his dick into my mouth."
She continued the description of the act. The way her lips would fit tightly closed about his prong. Letting her moist tongue roll around the crown of the shaft. Teasing it to grow into a respectable size for enjoyment.
Paula described the way her hands would gently caress the balls of her attacker while her velvety oral brush would paint his dick xvith saliva. No space would be left untouched as her caresses glided firmly across the fleshy lollipop in her mouth. Her head would twist slowly, this way, that way.
Deep in her oral cavity, the cock would be swollen from sexual engorgement. Paula's cheeks were a bellows forcing its air on a tiny spark to fan it into a roaring fire. The warm breath from her huffing and puffing as she blew on the hard-on would send exciting currents down the man's spine. She would make soft sucking sounds as she teased the captured cock in her mouth.
Paula interrupted her narration. During the description of the blow job, she kept her eyes on Kolich's prick. She detected a slight response. The recitation of her desires was also having an effect upon her. She was a loose woman, a wanton, giving release to her desperate desires.
But her assignment was also a challenge. She wanted to see if she could enflame a man b speech rather than action. If she could make him as horny as she. Her story continued on.
Alternating her style, she would bite gently on the underside of the cock, drawing the tight flesh between her lips. Her tongue would convey a quick kiss on each area that she bit. Then she would move her mouth slowly down another half inch and repeat the procedure.
Paula would stop her lingual caresses on the prick. Turning her concentration to the man's balls, she would suck in a ball at a time and lavish soft licks on them with her tongue. Then Paula's agile tongue would roll over the scrotum. It would pass along the perineum and touch the ass-hole. Her tongue would start wild flicking licks rolling around the perimeter of the puckered hole. And suddenly, the tip of the tongue would make a valiant effort to penetrate the orifice. A transposition of relationship.
The tongue was the woman's cock and she was trying to fuck the man in the ass.
Shifting her mouth once more, Paula would return to the man's cock. This time, the smoldering embers that were within the forge of his balls would become the roaring fire.
Her tongue and lips would be working frantically. Her head bobbing up and down to induce the intense heat of a flaming burst of the final climax.
The sensitive tissues of her mouth detected the initial spasms of the violent eruption. Thick jets of milky white come geysered into her oral chalice. A liquid tribute in payment for her able effort.
Paula had been watching Kolich's cock all the while. She had' succeeded in getting it to grow to a respectable size. The accomplishment was not singular. Her description of this sexual episode had whetted her own sexual appetite. There was a lascivious wish on her part for something more physical and dramatic to happen.
"That wasn't too bad!" he conceded. "Just for that, I'm going to let you do the same thing. You probably have other wild dreams but this will do for the time being. I'm going to let you outta that rig. But I'm gonna tie your feet together so you can't run away. And when you get to that part about licking my ass, I want you to do a good job!" He said it with an ominous insistence.
"All right," she agreed in a dispirited tone. "But first, can I use the john? I have to go bad."
"Sure!" Kolich agreed with a lewd smile. "We can't have you leaking all over the floor." He released her from the bar but left her hands shackled.
"How can I use the john with my hands like this?" she asked.
"All you do is sit on your ass to take a leak. Unless you piss with your fingers!" he answered sarcastically. "Or do you stand up and try to pee like a man?"
"Where's the bathroom?" she asked.
"Follow me." He took her to a door and opened it, flicking the switch.
She moved towards the toilet and paused. He was standing at the doorway. Her face flushed with embarrassment.
"Would you mind stepping out and closing the door? I'd like a little privacy," she said.
A dirty laugh rumbled in his throat. "You're hot shit!" he exclaimed. "After all you've said and done, you still expect me to believe you have any modesty left! Come on! Stop wasting time. Sit down and take your leak. I'm in a hurry for that blow job. Besides, I have to pick up a fare in an hour."
She sat down on the wooden seat. Kolich had succeeded in humiliating her more. No one had ever witnessed her do this private personal act. Even Ralph was never permitted into the bathroom while she bathed or used the toilet.
His presence inhibited her. The sudden desire to urinate had disappeared.
"Come on, come on!" he insisted. "If you're gonna take a leak, take it!"
Paula knew she had to void her bladder. She strained in an effort to do so. Kolich turned on the faucet. He laughed. "Maybe this'll help you."
The hell with it, she thought! In that moment, the flushing sound of water voiding from her urethra gushed into the bowl. Her face flushed from the embarrassment of Kolich's presence.
He laughed again. "That's a good girl! Now let's go back to the couch. I want to see if you can really suck the way you talk about it."
Awkwardly, she reached for the toilet tissue to wipe her moistened cunt. He watched her while she did this.
"I'll say this much for you, Paula. When it comes to taking a leak, you got class!"