Chapter 5
Paula got up from the toilet and walked past him with a disdainful air. She tried to appear proud. He told her he disliked her snobbish airs. Maybe, it would infuriate him! And he would humiliate her more. Anything to incite more degrading acts against her. They went back to the basement room.
Kolich hooked her up onto the bar again. "I thought you wanted to make me suck you off," she said.
"You're too anxious," he said. "Besides, I have something else to do first. Do you know what they do with women who collaborate with the enemy? They shave their hair off!"
She gasped with horror. Panic at the thought that her lovely long black hair was to be removed horrified her. "You ... you ... wouldn't do ... no, no ... not my hair! Please, Bill, not that! Anything but that!" Her frightened agitation reflected in her pleas made in a trembling voice.
She had seen pictures of women shorn of their long tresses. Their bald heads making them look grotesque and ugly. A shudder made her cringe.
He laughed malevolently. "Ha, ha! I betcha thought I was gonna take the hair offa your head! Don't worry! All I'm gonna do is shave off that cunt hair. A lotta guys now dig that shaved look."
Paula felt a slight surge of relief that it was only her pubic hairs that would be shaved. But it was still a horrible thing! How could she explain it to her husband! What would he think when he saw the hairless cunt? Yet, there was something impishly wicked in having the hair removed. It might be more exciting to see that bare pussy shorn of its fur! The thick puffy outer lips folded inward along the deep gash!
Kolich seemed prepared for this additional degradation to be heaped upon Paula. He produced a shaving brush and started to cover her hairy bush with the lather.
"No, no!" Paula protested. "Don't take off the hair. What will I tell my husband? Please, not the hair! I'll have trouble trying to hide it from him. It'll take a long time for it to grow back," she pleafully argued. She wriggled her hips in a futile attempt to prevent him from lathering her up.
An electric tingle sky-rocketed from her clitoris up through her stomach. The tactile manipulations of the shaving cream's application pressed against her sensitive clitty. Kolich seemed to be deliberately prolonging the preparation. Her hips wriggled and squirmed in sensuous delight. Her raised hands shackled to the horizontal bar strained as her body gyrated in erotic approval.
A straight edge razor magically appeared in his hand. He began the scraping motions against the hirsute camouflage. The razor was stripping away the last vestige of sexual secrecy. The hairy veil that hid a woman's venereal mystery! The size and shape of her cunt! Kolich wiped the mixture of cream and hair off the blade against the apron of the couch cover. Finished with the job, he rubbed off the excess moisture and cream with a towel.
Paula's crotch felt cooler with the absence of the hair. But her snatch was still hot! That moisture against the reddened folds of her slit wasn't from the shaving lather.
She gazed down at the bare pussy. The naked sight excited her. There was something lewd about a hairless snatch. Something that was compellingly lascivious.
"That's some cunt!" Kolich said in obscene admiration. "I'm going to take you off that bar.
And then we're gonna see if you can suck as good as you talk about it. And don't forget that trip around the world! When you get to my ass-hole, I want you to really lick it good!"
He took her down from the bar and dragged her over to the couch. Untying her hands, he fastened her legs so that she couldn't run away. Kolich brought along his switchblade knife. He shook it menacingly at her. "Just in case you get any ideas of biting my cock or squeezing my balls! Make one wrong move and that lovely face of yours will be scarred for life."
He stretched out on the couch and she knelt down between his splayed legs. Paula grasped the root of his cock and bowed her head over his cock. Her mouth opened and his cock disappeared into it with a vacuum cleaner effect. She sucked it up. One hand fondled his balls while her tongue lathered the sides of his shaft heavily with lather. As her tongue reached the head of his blood-inflamed cock, she shifted her attack. Teasingly, she lingually caressed the rim of the ruby knob.
Shifting the rhythm, she covered the length of Kolich's prick with soft sucking kisses. Her head pumped up and down like a drill rig seeking oil. Firm lips rubbed against the hardened flesh as it traveled back and forth. Each time that it reached the frenum, her tongue would rotate around the circumference. Then the mouth would plunge downward, swallowing the entire prick into the depths of her oral cavity.
Paula's tempo increased as her head jerked back and forth in a quickening cadence.
"Suck my ass!" Kolich ordered.
Her assault on his cock was interrupted by his new command. A flattened tongue left a moist trail as it slithered down towards the balls. He raised his hips so that she could get better access to his ass. Paula's tongue passed over his balls and along the perineum. That small space between the edge of the scrotum and the beginning of the crack in his ass.
She grimaced at the foul odor emanating from his ass. Her face screwed up. His impatient urgings and threats forced her to continue the distasteful act. Paula's tongue glided along the crack between his buttocks. The unpleasant acerbity of his ass-hole almost made her retch. Impelled by Kolich's threats and her own desire to be further degraded, Paula continued to lick his ass.
Her tongue rolled over the puckered depression. Saliva dripped from her mouth as she lapped heavily at the hole. She tried to twist her tongue into a lingual lance. The tip of her tongue pressed against the hole in a feeble attempt to penetrate the tight aperture.
That's what she'd like to do! Fuck this animal! She wished her tongue was a thick cock so she could shove it up Kolich's ass. Just as his cock had penetrated hers!
In spite of this, she was experiencing the dewy precipitation of erotic excitement forming in her cunt.
"Not bad, not bad!" Kolich exclaimed. "Now finish me off!"
She was thankful for the respite and change. Changing back to his prong, Paula concentrated her efforts upon effecting a quick orgasm for him. The act was losing its thrill for her. The faster it was over, the faster Kolich would bring in someone else as he had promised.
As she sucked wildly on the rigid shaft, her hands jerked at the root of his shaft. One hand still held his balls cupped in her palm. She felt the pulsating contractions staring in his scrotum. His hands grabbed at her head, thrusting it downward. Kolich raised his hips in a violent heave. The movement rammed his cock almost into her throat.
Paula started to gag at the unfamiliar irritation. The buried cock in her throat started to spurt its thick milky discharge. She made gurgling gagging sounds trying to keep from retching and at the same time, swallowing his copious come.
He kept her face pressed against his groin. When the last paroxysms of his climax vanished, he released his grip. She brought up her head quickly, gasping for air. Her tits bounced up and down as her chest heaved in deep breaths. That stupid bastard almost choked me with his violent reaction!
Getting up from the couch, Kolich made her lie down. He found some cord and bound her spread-eagled on it. It was a dirty couch, the covers stained. It was such an unesthetic place to be raped! But it was ideally suited for the commission of a degrading rape! Paula knew she would have reveled being laid in a garbage dump. The more degrading the act; the less conducive the atmosphere to the act; the more exhilarating and exciting it was.
Kolich dressed hurriedly. He glanced at his wristwatch. Paula assumed he was late for his appointment.
"You're not going to leave me alone like this! Tied up!" she exclaimed. "You're leaving me completely helpless. What if someone comes in and they find me like this?"
He chuckled. "You'd love that! He'd probably fuck you silly!"
She realized that the question was a stupid one. "Suppose there's a fire? How would I get free?" she offered another excuse to be freed.
"All you have to do is piss like you did before and you can put out the fire," he. obscenely suggested. "Don't worry, honey! I won't be gone that long for anything to happen. Just relax and dream about the lovely fuck you're gonna get soon." .
His steps sounded on the steps and he disappeared from sight. She was alone with her thoughts. Pulling at her bonds, she tested the security of the ropes. Bill had done a good job. .He had tied her securely but not too tight to cut off the circulation.
Alone in the stillness of the room, Paula had time to think. The quiet atmosphere sharpened her senses. Her hearing seemed more acute. She could swear she heard the humming cycle of the refrigerator above her. The dirty mustiness of the room assailed her sense of smell, An itch started to irritate one side of her cunt. Desperately, she wanted to scratch it. She bumped her hips in a simulated fucking motion. Only the space and air met her thrusts offering little relief. A vulgar thought occurred. Maybe she should try to piss!
The water would geyser into the air and fall back upon the itch. The urge to void her bladder wasn't present. Besides, that would be a disgusting thing to do. She'd be lying in her urine, wet and uncomfortable like some baby.
Where the hell was that Kolich bastard! It seemed like he had been gone hours! Actually, only fifteen minutes had passed. Paula, in her bound position, lost all concept of time. In her solitary confinement, her mind altered between cursing Kolich and anticipating the impending ravishment of her body.
Her attuned ears heard the door slam upstairs. There were indistinguishable voices. Footsteps and voices drew nearer. The voices were discern-able now. She heard the coarse vulgar joking and laughter and the steps moved down the basement steps.
Paula's eyes were focused on the steps to see the kind of man that was going to attack her. He was a short, pudgy, ugly-faced man. His clothes identified him as some sort of a businessman. He had a suit, shirt, and tie on. At least he wasn't some common type of laboren The two men drew closer to the couch.
"Well, what do you think, Mr. Smith?" Kolich asked. "Is she a piece of ass or isn't she?"
Paula's body shivered as the man called Smith glanced down at her. His eyes greedily swept over her body from her round hemispherical tits to the shaved pudenda. He didn't have to touch, her. The lustful gleam that coveted her body said more than any words he would utter.
Mr. Smith had thick pendulous lips that drooled. Hastily, he undressed, exposing a heavy paunch that tried to hide the hard-on that peeked out underneath it.
"Boy! That stuff is worth every cent!" he declared.
Worth every cent! That dirty mother-fucker of a sonovabitch! Kolich was peddling her ass. It was bad enough that he was degrading her by getting strange men to rape her. But to sell her flesh like some prostitute was the final debasing act. Her realization of what happened incited her.
"You're a fucking pimp!" she shouted at Kolich. "You'd fuck your own mother if you could get to make money on the deal!"
Her outburst made Mr. Smith frown. "Don't mind her!" Kolich assured him. "It's part of the act. It makes her hornier. She fucks better when she uses that dirty language."
The pudgy man smiled. He lowered his body on top of hers. Paula felt his weight pressing down on her. The tip of his cock pressed against her hairless slit. His breath, smelling of cigars, blew into her face. He had bad breath which was repulsive. But the thrilling part of his contact was his cock against her pudenda!
The absence of her pubic hairs made her cunt more sensitive. The missing hair enhanced the contact. There was a barrier with the presence of hair. Her skin tingled at the erotic touch of the erogenous cock. She could feel voluptuous churnings starting to rumble in the bowels of her anxious twat.
His foul-smelling mouth closed over her mouth, slobbering her lips with disgusting kisses. While he kissed her, his hands fondled her ample tits with eager squeezes. Slowly, he trailed his salivating lips down to her breasts, kissing her chin, and throat on the way down.
He paused, his thick lips curling over one ruby nipple. Paula felt him suck up the entire tip, areola and tip. The little round reddish disc surrounding the node and the tip. As he concentrated on sucking her tit, his right hand continued to squeeze the other tit.
Despite her revulsion, Paula's body was going through several physiological changes. The nipple that Mr. Smith was sucking on was reacting to the stimulation. The reddish node became stiff and sensitive. It was a tip of an ignited fuse. The spark rushed along the nervous system down towards her snatch.
The fat man shifted his attention to her other breast. He repeated the same ritual of sucking and squeezing. Sating his appetite for tit-sucking, he continued to bathe her body with his wet, sloppy kisses.
Paula wriggled her body as his tongue moved towards her belly-button. Her body movements were partially due to the tickling sensation of his sensual tongue. His oral brush lingered over the indented navel. Voluptuous sparks began to crackle in her hot cunt.
She tumbled her hips in blissful appreciation. Little murmurs of ecstatic approval cooed from her lips. "Ummmm! Ummmm!" Paula's mind was anticipating where Mr. Smith's lips would eventually stop.
Not every man liked to suck a woman's pussy. Obviously, the man that was servicing her loved to eat pussy. The shaved pudenda made her cunt more attractive. No one had ever sucked her cunt! It was a taboo! But that was one more moral barrier that would be torn down! Her fertile imagination was already envisioning the wild sexual torment his mouth would subject her to when he reached his objective.
His descending mouth was moving towards his goal. She felt his damp chin move past the tip of her clitoris. Another erotic spark burst into flame within her cunt at the touch. Her hips thrust forward. The tongue passed over her clitoris and paused.
With the same tantalizing oral manipulations, Mr. Smith's mouth teased that tiny center of pleasure. She could feel the clamped lips tugging on that distended piece of erogenous flesh. Her mind seemed to explode. Sensual shrapnel tore into every fiber of Paula's body.
She screamed in ecstatic anguish. "Ahhrrgg! Ahhrrgg!" Then to incite her tormentor and her own carnal desires, she demanded in complete abandon, "Suck me, suck me! Harder, harder! Don't stop, don't stop! More, more!"
Every nerve ending fiber in her body was aflame. Mr. Smith was an accomplished cunt-lapper. He was making her passionately violent. The unaccustomed sensation was adding new dimensions to her sexual experience.
Paula continued to groan and scream, alternating exhortations and anguished sounds of pleasure. "Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ahhrrr! Ahhrrr! MORE, MORE! SUCK ME, HARDER, HARDER!"
Her hips bucked erratically! Short quick jerks followed by faster harder thrusts. Mr. Smith had cupped her buttocks in his short pudgy palms. He held her crotch tightly against his face.
She was aware of his heavy breathing as warm bursts of air blew against her skin from his nose. It was only a slight awareness. Her mind was conscious of one thing only. Mr. Smith's tantalizing mouth!
His oral expertise was creating wave after wave of erotic rapture. like a turbulent sea, wave after wave of violent ecstatic pleasure pounded against the walls of her battered cunt.
It was like the sensations of the twin vibrators that Kolich had used on her. It was the same violent throbbing and yet it wasn't! Every pore in her body tingled with electrifying rapture. Lancing shivers stabbed into every nerve ending.
Then the orgasmic spasms began to pulsate inside of her hot snatch. Paula had felt it building up like a tidal wave. Held back by a dam! And with a titanic force, breaking through.
The orgasm flooded her quim.
"Oohh! Oohh! I'm coming, I'm coming, I'M COMMMINNNNGG!" she announced in wild ecstasy. The first orgasmic spasm was followed by another.
"Oohh, Oohh!" she cried out. "It's still coming. I'm still coming," she said.
Her climaxes were intense paroxysms that sent sensual shocks into every part of her body. Paula's body continued to thrash in spite of her confinement. She experienced five rapid orgasms.
"No more, no more!" she protested weakly. Her senses had been taxed to the limit. She gulped in large draughts of air, breathing rapidly. "Stop, stop! I can't take anymore! Oh please, please, no more!"
Physically, her body had reached its point of sexual tolerance. But her rapacious desires demanded more. It reflected in her mixed outbursts.
"More, more J Suck me, suck me! Drain me dry! Suck all that come out of me. I'm coming like crazy! I can't stop!" she said. And then her voice would plead, "Stop, stop! I'm dying, I'm dying! Oh, Jesus! Stop!"
Her body shook with erotic convulsions. Her alternate pleas of continuing and desisting were punctuated with groans.
"Ahhrrr! Ahhrrr!" And finally, one tremendous body spasm and an anguished shout-"YAHRRGGRR."
Mr. Smith stopped his lingual lavishings. Paula had heaved her body in one frantic thrust. Her tormented body lay spent on the dirty couch. Her respiration was rapid. Her eyes were closed. The sexual onslaught had speeded up her metabolism and she was now decelerating. She had rushed up to a pinnacle of piquant pleasure. Slowly, she was descending from that point, returning to a plateau of normalcy.
Mr. Smith showed worried concern. "Is ... is she all right?"
"Sure!" Kolich answered. "All these bitches act like that when they have hot nuts! She's okay! She still has a lot of mileage in her. Keep going!"
Paula dimly heard the conversation. She wanted to be left alone. She doubted whether she could endure further stimulation. Feebly, she moaned in protest. "No more, no more." In spite of the protest, there was a desire to find out if he could ravish her again to the same fever pitch.
His mouth fastened against her already ravaged pussy. The oral attack began again. Paula felt her hips being raised. Mr. Smith's tongue passed from one slit to another. It glided from her cunt to the depression between her full buttocks.
She arched her back upward, her body straining against the bonds. The tantalizing tongue teased the puckered hole of her ass. His heavy saliva saturated the cheeks of her ass as well as her hole. It was a sensual stimulation but did not compare to the other sexual nuances.
Mr. Smith ran his tongue back to her cunt. With practiced skill, he repeated his oral torment. Paula sinuously tumbled her hips and grounded her body against the couch. The smoldering embers of passion, temporarily dampened by her profuse orgasmic discharges, ignited again.
The rekindled flames of erotic passion burned more fiercely in the fleshy furnace of her cunt. The lascivious sensuality of the tormenting ravishment drew renewed groans.
"Ahhhrrr! Ahhhrrr!" The sounds were of a woman sexually aroused. An expression of tortured anguish but in reality, the acclamation of exquisite sexual voluptuousness.
Her mind refused to concentrate on one thought. She vacillated between rational moments of pleas to stop and violent lustful demands for increased stimulation.
"Stop, stop, STOP! No, please, no more, no more! I can't stand it. You're killing me, YOU'RE KILLING ME!" And then the insistent, "Suck me! Harder, harder! Oh that's good, that's good!
"More, more! Ohhhhmmmm! Ohhhhmmmm!" And with a violent savage-like shriek, "YAHHRRRrrrrr!"
It was a wild yell, ripping from her throat, and then diminishing into a subdued whimper. Paula's body made one last severe spasm and remained suspended in mid-air briefly. She fell back against the couch totally exhausted.
Mr. Smith halted his onslaught. His chin glistened from the saliva dripping from his mouth and Paula's come. During the second time he assaulted her defenseless pussy, she managed four more orgasms. She doubted whether she could endure any more sex. She was ready to surrender the rapturous bliss of sexual contact for a life of celibacy.
She was completely exhausted. Drained of every bit of energy and emotionally empty. Her body was moist with perspiration. She could feel her long black hair clinging to her shoulders. Her body was a damaged piece of machinery that would need extensive repairs. A hot bath, a relaxing massage, and new set for her hair. Paula felt and looked a mess.
In her spent state, her eyes were shut as she tried to recoup some of her energy. Her eyelids fluttered and she opened her eyes. Mr. Smith was standing close to her, jerking off. Paula was still a little disoriented. As she watched his fat fist pump furiously up and down, she realized what was to happen next.
Once more, she was to suffer an ignominious degradation. He was going to shoot his spunk all over her body! He was going to defile her by pouring out his scum upon her lovely body.
Paula never believed that she could be defiled in so many ways. Her attention was drawn to the head of his cock as it appeared and disappeared between the pumping fist. She heard him groan a little sigh.
Then the spuming come shot out in staccato bursts. She felt the first thick glob strike her chest. It was warm and sticky. It was like a gun! He was firing harmless pellets at her. About a half a dozen globs struck her, hitting her on the tits and chin.
The viscous drops, warm upon contact, turned cold. Paula felt uncomfortable at the sticky cold sensation.
During the enactment of her sexual fantasies, she accepted the act as degrading although it was a normal one. But this! This vulgar perverted act of coming all over her body! Her lustful mind could not conceive of anything so degenerate and debasing.
In spite of her disgust, she had taken another step in releasing her inhibition regarding carnal pleasure.
Suddenly, her disposition took a radical change. There was a bored indifference in her tone as she said, "If you're finished with your kicks, untie me. I have to get to the hairdressers.
"I haven't all day to fuck around. I have things to do!"
There was a surprised look on Mr. Smith's face at her remarks. Kolich chuckled. "You're a real pisser, honey! Okay, I'll untie you. See you around tomorrow!"
Standing up, she mustered as much dignity as she could. She went into the bathroom to remove the come from her body. She dressed quickly. Paula moved through the room and up the stairs without acknowledging the parting remarks from the two men.
Her mind cursed Kolich for selling her body. She thought of all kinds of dire things that should happen to him. He was using her and she hated him for it. Hated him for having her abused in this manner.
He told her to return on the following day! The hell she would! Secretly though, she knew she would be back. like a moth drawn to a flame! Paula wished she could rid herself of this urge to be constantly degraded.