Chapter 8
Pretty Polly Pritikin suffered pain beyond her wildest imaginings.
It clouded her thoughts, cloaking her mind in a thick, sickening, impenetrable cloud.
The beast (for that's how she saw him (not metaphorically--literally) hovered over her.
His belt he gripped tightly in his hands.
He swung the belt now, bringing it sharply across her breasts both at the same time.
Standing to the side of the girl, swing laterally, the strap easily caught both mounds of quivering flesh at the same time.
Her nipples burned like small white-hot coals The nerves within her breasts were sizzling.
She screamed ... softly, for she had no energy left, but in her mind the sound was an ear-splitting shriek.
"You have, obviously, never been exposed to scientific discipline. You have much to learn. You have yet to experience the levels of transcendence it affords.
It exists purely for it's own sake. It is all you could desire, the ultimate sensation."
He swung the belt, cracking it across her breasts again.
"Now, spread your legs, my dear. Spread them. No ... don't pretend you cannot understand me. I'll not tolerate such games."
He placed his foot between her feet forcing her hers to open.
Splayed, sagging like boiled pasta, her legs loosely extended in opposite directions on each side of her. She hung from her wrists, arms stretched straight above her.
She was conscious but that was rapidly fading.
"No ... no...." he said calmly. His voice was maddeningly calm. She was going to lose her mind if she had to listen to that placid, imperturbable voice any longer.
"I'll not allow you to pass out on me."
He shuffled away. Certain trappings of his Svensen character seemed to stick with him ... or perhaps he truly was a doddering old man. Now. She shuddered to think what he might have been in the past ... what hideous crimes he'd committed, what atrocities.
He tortured her so effortlessly, with such joy and glee.
"AH!! " she cried suddenly. Ice water splashed over her face, dripping down her breasts.
"Ya ... very good ... very, very good."
He chuckled, swung the belt and cracked it over her wet skin.
She screamed. That icy blast in her face had, unfortunately, revived her. Just enough that she could once more feel the pain.
He said "Your legs, my dear. They still grip each other tightly. It will not do."
She was weak. Too weak to resist. What was the point? He'd already assured her there was no hope. She believed him. There was no point in resisting.
She opened her legs, opened her savaged cunt to the blows of his belt.
Already the vicious fucking he'd given her had receded into the dim mist of fog that passed for her memory now. She remembered the driving thrusts, the monstrous size, the stretching the ripping sensation ... the pain ... oh, the hot, endless pain.
Now, a different sort of pain filled her brain. Over and over again, the tip of his belt raked across her tender tissues.
Over and over again, he swung the belt, never seeming to tire.
He would beat her for about a half an hour. Then, the fluid in his balls would have had sufficient time to recoup its volume, his cock would again swell and stiffen to a throbbing erection, he would cast the belt aside and move toward her
She came to welcome these times, for he would slip his hands beneath her buttocks, raise her up and lower her down onto his cock.
The pain in her cunt was more than offset by the release from pain in her arms.
That glans ... like a small apple, flared like a mushroom or arrow head ... driving into her tightly constricted cunt hole, stretching her viciously the full length of her cunt chamber.
She screamed ... over and over and over again.
It did nothing to relieve the pain and after a while it scarcely served even as a release of any sort.
Yet she continued, not knowing how to stop.
Down onto that throbbing cock! Back up again, pulling off ... Dropping her back onto the thing. Back up again ... all the way to her hole. Up and down ... up and down ... up and down....
Cunt juice mixed with blood.
Pain flowed hot and thick.
Filling her brain.
Searing her nerves.
Singeing her cortex.
Scarring her.
Destroying her
Overloading her circuits.
She felt her body rising ... no ... not her body ... nothing ... but her mind ... her consciousness rising above, looking down ... leaving her body ... leaving this time....
Floating backwards in time, away from here....
Where is she?
She's young ... tiny ... a little girl ... twelve ... maybe thirteen....
Her pussy is naked but for a few dark hairs freshly sprouted.
She lies on her bed ... her legs spread wide. Her fingers, stroking her cunt slit ... Running up and down ... up and down ... up and down ... oh ... yes ... yes ... yes ... it feels so good., so delicious ... so warm.
She's played with herself before, but always her mother's stern admonishment never to 'touch yourself down there" prevented her from exploring too long.
Now ... she feels currents swirling with in her ... she feels the eddies of sensation gathering strength.
And then ... no ... it's murky ... confusing . cloudy ... the door is flung open. Who ... who is it?
Its Miss Gossner..."No Miss Gossner ... No ... Don't! I wasn't doing anything!"
"I II teach you ... I'll teach you. Your parents hired me to see that you developed decent habits ... and this isn't one of them ... I'll teach you...."
"Oh God no ... no ... don't hit me with that ... oh no no no NOOOOOO OHHHHHH OWWWW!! ! "
K-krack!! ! !
K-krack!! ! !
K-krack-k-k-k-k!! !
The strap descended.
Again and again it bit into her flesh.
Miss Gossner? Or Svensen the beast?
K-krack-k-k-k-k!! !
"Oh ... God ... no ... no ... no ... no...." In and out ... in and out ... driving his cock into her
She feels the pulse of his cock ... she feels the krack of the strap ... she is all places at once ... at every point in her life when pain was inflicted on her from without....
When belts cracked, hand. struck ... whatever ... all come alive now ... and they coalesce around the driving thundering pole of his cock like moths around a light.
His cock against the back wall of her cunt ... stretching., stretching....
And then ... something else ... vibrations starting within her. Vibrations that quickly mount ... quickly rise to encompass her totally. Muscles clenching tightly.
And her single, lone cry into the cold and darkness of the basement room.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh...."
"Oh my God!"
The shock in her voice was obvious, even out here in the kitchen where Steve Randall was mixing more drinks. Black Russian for her, tequila straight for him.
"What's the problem?" he asked Julia as he walked back into the bedroom. Her face was white as the snow outside.
"It's Polly?"
"Huh?" He turned to the television. The eleven o'clock news was on.
He turned it up.
I ... local officials have speculated. She was last seen at approximately three-thirty, leaving the student council meeting at the school."
A picture of Polly flashed on the screen.
"Anyone with information regarding the girl is asked to call...."
Steve turned to Julia. "What the hell happened?"
"She's just vanished. "
"And for that everyone's getting in an uproar. Kids do it all the time."
"I don't know. They're getting pretty serious about it."
"Yeah ... that's just because her old man's the president of the bank. Fucker's got all the cops on a string. Damn straight they're going to take it seriously."
"Steve ... there's all kind's of perverts out there."
"There's a couple in here too."
"Stop that."
"It's true. "
"I don't care. Don't say that."
"Don't be such a tight ass, woman."
"I'm NOT a tight ass, you bastard. I think you're a cold-hearted sonofabitch, you want my opinion."
"I don't, but thanks anyway. Here." He handed her the drink.
She took it "I'm not in much of a mood to party anymore."
"What are you talking about. A kid takes off on a joy ride, you gotta go into mourning. Hell, she's dating that Wilson kid ... maybe they went off and eloped."
"He's helping in the search."
"Oh."
He sipped his tequila and nibbled at a lemon.
"She's a strange girl. Who knows. Maybe she got crazy and decided to go off and fuck a biker or something."
Julia hit him in the arm. "Would you try to be a little serious, for once."
"Yeah ... sure ... sure...."
He grabbed her tit. "Like that?"
"Damn it!" she said, angered.
"Look. I'm sorry, and I certainly don't want any harm to befall the dear little girl, but I'll bet you right now that innocent Polly, even as we speak, is in the midst of an orgasm."
Julia poured her drink on him.
"You're fucking crazy," he said. "I know," she said. "You're insatiable," he said. "I know," she said.
"I can't keep up with you," he said.
"I don't believe that for a second," she said.
The stereo had gone silent.
They'd run through his entire collection of "Slut boy Slime and the Mucous Membranes", Sledgehammer", and Brain Damage", then moved backwards in time, touching a bit of "Blondie", Sex Pistols", some early "Costello and then all the way back to Led Zep and some Beatles.
This had consumed a five hour chunk out of the evening.
The way Toni Francetti saw it, they were just getting a good head of steam up.
The way J.R. Rodgers saw it she was a madwoman who chewed cocks up like they were Herseys Kisses.
"You're gonna kill me, girl," he said.
"You don't fool me for a minute, J.R." she said.
He sighed.
"Well look, why don't we tube-out a little while, and then--"
"Do you really think I drove up here to watch television, J.R. Because if so, maybe some of your fraternity brothers would be happy to watch me while you watch television. How's that sound?"
"That don't sound worth rat shit to me."
She chuckled, nibbling on his ear.
"Somehow, I'm not surprised. But I'll tell you what. For making the right decision, I do have a surprise for you."
"What's that?"
The coke Randy'd given her remained in her suitcase She didn't want to bring it out too soon, for fear that their will-power would disintegrate in direct proportion to the amount consumed and they'd wind up snorting the whole batch before seven o'clock.
"Just a little something to help you along on your second and third winds."
She held up the bag. "Doesn't that look nice."
"Holy shit," J.R. muttered.
"I thought you'd like it. Lord, whatever got into you boy? Television. Indeed. All that's on is news anyway. We're gonna fuck. Aren't we?"
She addressed that last question to his cock.
It didn't answer. Just sat there in her hand, limp and tiny. She wasn't fooled, however. She knew she'd bring that boy around.
Blanchard Gayner was annoyed. Friday night here he was out in the fucking cold. Leading a damn fool search in the snow that wasn't gonna find anything.
But a little girl disappears and there's nothing you can do about it. And he was a sworn officer of the law and that meant that he had a moral obligation to investigate.
He was inclined to agree with Herb Pritikin, although he might not have taken such extreme measures as the man advocated.
But hell, if he had a little girl and she up and vanished, he reckoned he'd be a little extreme.
"I say we fucking drag a judge out of bed right now, we put the sonofabitch on trial and when he's found guilty we cut his balls off and hang him."
"Herb," Gladys Pritikin calmly scolded, "I do NOT believe that boy had the first thing to do with Polly's disappearance. I just refuse to believe it. He's a good boy."
Well, thought Blanchard Gayner, wishing he was home sticking it to the little woman instead of trudging through the snow with a pack of dogs who weren't much happier about things than he was, maybe ... maybe not.
The kid had a good record in school, didn't hang out with that Jordham kid and his crowd ... but in Blanchard's mind, the boyfriend's always the prime suspect in cases like this.
Of course, this was the first case like this to hit Sludge Falls in over thirty years.
But he read TRUE DETECTIVE. He knew how the criminal mind worked. He knew a pervert when he saw one.
"Whaddya say, Blanch? Ain't nothing around here it don't seem."
They were scouring the woods behind Polly's house.
"Don't seem to be," Blanchard agreed.
"How about we take a couple these mutts and head over to the school? Could be we'll pick up something?"
"Aw hell, don't be a dumb ass. Someone kidnapped her, they're gonna TAKE her somewhere. And it ain't gonna be BACK to school. I swear, Dudley, you just have no appreciation of the devious ways in which the criminal mentality functions."
"All right. Where do we look?"
Blanchard Gayner stroked his chin, drawing on fifteen years experience as an active duty cop. "I say we mosey on over to the Kwikburger."
"What for? No one seen her there. What the fuck you looking for?"
"A God damned hamburger, you dumb fuck. I'm hungry. Come on, let's go. My feet are cold.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh...." she cried. "OH
JESUS. JESUS. JESUS!! ! "
"Do you like it?"
"OH GOD! "
"Tell me you like it."
"OH GOD! OH GOD!"
He drove his cock deeper. The head slammed against the back of her cunt wall.
"JESUS," she shrieked. Her pussy lips spread wide, flaring apart like a catcher's mitt.
In, went his cock. Back out ... back in ... back out ... in and out and in and out!! !
Harder ... and harder ... and harder ... and harder....
"Oh," she cried again, her voice softer now. Nearer a whimper.
"Ah ... he said, feeling the jism starting to rise in his balls.
Harder. Harder.
His hips pulled back.
He slammed into her.
He pulled back out again.
He slammed back into her.
Each thrust shook her body cruelly.
Each thrust spread more and more of her thick, oily juices over the outer lips of her pussy.
Each thrust rubbed her cunt walls over the surface of his cock.
Her cunt was aflame. How many times his cock had stoked the inner tires raging through her body, she couldn't possibly have said.
All faded into a single blur, while the driving sensations continued ... over and over.
And again, the muscles inside her body contracted ... and she felt the juices flowing from the heat of her arousal ... and she felt the lips of her cunt squeezing him ... squeezing his cock....
"Oh ... oh God ... oh God ... I'm dying."
"No. You'll not die, my darling."
She stared at him, only half aware of his presence as his cock drove through her again and again. He'd come so many times, she couldn't believe that he'd managed to get a hard-on again ... but now that the thing was erect there was no jism left in his balls to spurt ... to ejaculate, to make the thing once more wilt....
And so they fucked ... and they fucked ... and they fucked....
Her breasts bounced merrily on her body as he slammed their hips into hard, grinding contact.
And then, it hit with blinding force ... another orgasm ... wave after wave rolling over her ... filling her body, obliterating her mind.
He didn't come. He simply fucked her until she no longer moved, and then, finally wearying of his sport, he left her.
And then, he stared at the girl, hanging limp, lifeless as much as dead, and he left her there, dangling from the pipes ... left her for the entire weekend.
She would still be there on Monday the man thought to himself with a grim chuckle.
And so the weekend passed. The news spread through the town like flames through dry straw so that by Saturday morning there wasn't a soul in the town of Sludge Falls who hadn't been alerted to the shocking tragedy.
In the drug store, in the super market, in the hair dresser's , in the bars and the restaurants, the talk was all on one topic.
"...never happened here before, not that I can remember, and as you well know, I go back a good long ways in this town...."
"Damn shame ... yep ... damn shame ... that's what it is. Young kid, snuffed out before she's even got a chance to hit her prime...."
"Kids ... you never know what they're on about, though do you now? I mean, you can't say what was happening here ... now can you? I mean, you don't know for sure. Could be she was out whoring herself or something ... you never know ... I mean, you get my point, don't you? You just don't never know...."
And on ... and on ... and on...Futility reigned in these conversations.
Helplessness. And a fear. Would there be more? Was this a pattern that was just beginning? A random fluke? Would they find her battered body when the snows thawed? And if so, would there be any answers even then?"
In the Pritkin household, there was only grief, fear, uncertainty and a growing sense of dread.
Likewise, in the Wilson household, where Polly had received a far gentler reception from Mr. and Mrs. Wilson than her parents had given Dick.
Dick felt aimless ... lost.
It grieved him now, to think of the treachery and deception he'd committed with Toni Francetti, a hot body, to be sure, but now ... somehow it all seemed to have been painfully disgusting.
Toni, meanwhile, enjoyed her weekend, blissfully unaware of the events transpiring in the town she was all to anxious to leave for good.
She had J.R. Rodgers in bed and she had her legs wrapped around the boy, and she wasn't about to let him loose, not for anything.
"But I'm hungry, Toni. It's noon. Christ. Can't we eat?"
"I'll eat you," she offered.
He looked down between his legs at his cock.
"Darling, unless I get some nourishment, you aren't going to get a rise out of that little sucker no matter what you do. You follow?"
She looked at it. Shriveled, wrinkled ... kind of silly looking when you got right down to it.
She was all for getting right down to it, actually, and there was always the added bonus that if she got down far enough, showed enough enthusiasm, she could very well eliminate the silliness.
"J.R., " she said, "I'll make a deal with you."
"What's that?" he asked, dubiously.
"Well ... if I can't get you hard again, I'll buy us breakfast, lunch and dinner today. How's that sound?"
"Stupid. We can eat in the frat house for free. Which is what I want to do."
She sighed, falling back onto the bed.
"You are a profound disappointment to me, J.R. Rodgers. You invited me up here for a weekend of fucking, and here you are thinking of nothing but food."
He poured himself from the bed to the floor and somehow reconstituted himself into a reasonably human shape.
"You're a maniac. I love you for it, but I'll love you more when I get some coffee in me. And some food. How about it? You want some?"
"No. I want a cock."
"Don't you EVER eat?"
"Yeah ... cocks. When they're attached to a guy with some balls."
He scowled darkly at her, wanted to throttle her, wanted to rape her, but didn't want to do either as much as he wanted breakfast.
He patted her tits. "You stay right there, darling ... I'll be back."
She watched him go, smiling to herself. It was always fun to watch some hot-assed stud like J.R. meet his match. Barely. She was exhausted, but she knew one thing for certain, and that was that she wasn't going to leave here and stand the chance that J.R. was going to be able to put her out of his mind Nope. She wanted that boy to be a drooling fool every time the image of her sweet face, or her widely spread pussy lips popped into his brain.
She knew that the best way to do that was to just sort of slide out of bed, wind herself loosely into the robe she'd brought with her, one that wasn't exactly see-through, you understand, but which managed nonetheless to convey the impression that lots of body parts were being placed on display....
And she wandered down the hall, till she came to an opened door.
She looked in.
There were five guys sitting there.
They were clustered around a table.
There were lights on in the room but they made little difference, so thick was the smoke.
They were playing poker. They all looked like they'd just come off of two months on Guadalcanal.
One looked up and saw Toni leaning fetchingly against the doorway.
"Well well well, a vision emerges from the smoke. Or into the smoke, whichever you prefer. Don't know who you are darling, but you can come keep us company anytime."
She smiled.
"What's you all doing?" she asked, coyly.
"I'm developing an embarrassing condition between my legs, that's what I'M doing. How about you guys?"
All five were in their underwear.
All five were good looking, though not as good a J.R. No matter. They'd do.
"So, you gonna stay in the door, or you gonna come in and get acquainted?"
She glided into the room.
"Who's winning?" she asked.
"Well," said the one who'd first spoken up, "I think I was, but that was back when I was able to keep my mind on the game, something that I don't think it's going to be easy from here on out."
A couple of the others were looking her up and down too, the way a chef would survey steaks in a meat market, and the cold appraisals left her already itching cunt with a heat that she could feel spreading up through the rest of her body.
Some form of protocol invisible to outsiders seemed to have granted the first to speak first prospecting rights, and he now slid his chair back from the table and patted his lap. "Come join me, darling. Didn't catch your name."
"Toni," she sad.
"Well howdy, Toni," said a big hairy-chested type closer to her, looking her up and down. "What brings you into our midst?"
"Oh ... I got lonesome."
Grunts and groans here, mostly in disbelief. "Who's the fuckhead who went off and left you lonesome?"
"J.R. Rodgers."
"Shit," grunted the hairy-chested one, "Looks like we're gonna have to string that boy up by his balls and kick him senseless for his own good. Been acting too strange lately."
"He was hungry."
"Mmmmmm ... I know just what you mean."
She wandered around the table and settled herself down onto the lap of the first boy.
He stared at her like he still didn't believe she was real. "I'm Jack," he said, awestruck.
She let an arm lazily wrap around his neck and leaned against him.
Her breasts, firm and full, pressed against the tight material of her robe and in turn pressed against his arm. He moved his arm closer to her.
"I say," she giggled, "What are you trying to do?"
"Prove you're real," he said.
They went back to playing. She could feel his cock stiffening between his legs. For a moment she was almost tempted to take them all on right there, right at the table, fuck them in a round robin, get Five pairs of nuts off and get back to J.R.'s room before the bastard Finished stuffing his face, but that wasn't really what she wanted.
It was what the Five of them wanted, but having already identified herself as with J.R., they were keeping a wary distance, studying her First, letting her make the first move ... if it was going to be made.
She started to make it, but subtly, not letting him quite figure out what she was doing.
She rubbed her hips just a little, moving her cunt slit back and forth over his cock.
Her robe was between them, of course, but she knew that didn't make any difference to the sensations that were boiling into his balls at that very moment.
He was holding a good hand. Playing dumb, she asked, "What are those letter A's for?"
There was a pall that settled down around the table.
His cock wilted.
Nervous coughs.
"I'll roll a joint," said Hairy-chest.
"Oh ... did I say something wrong?" she asked.
"Shit," muttered Jack.
"Leave the pot?" said another.
Muttered grunts, apparently in affirmation.
The mood turned sullen, nasty. Mean.
Just then, J.R. walked by.
"Oh ... J.R.! " she called. "I'm in here."
He turned, looking in, saw the scene, didn't like it one bit and said nothing.
"You lose something, J.R.? " said Hairy-chest.
"Looks like I might."
"Do us a favor, would you? Find it. And take it back."
He shuffled the cards. He handed them to the guy next to him for a cut.
Then he looked at J.R. "We was gonna snake you, boy, but damn it, a woman's just a woman , but a good game's a genuine metaphor for life, you follow? Get rid of her for us."
"Did I mess up your game?"
"Yeah, and you probably messed up Jack's underpants too but don't worry. You didn't do as bad as he messes them up."
"Fuck you," muttered Jack, letting Toni slip off his lap and race to J.R.'s side. She took his arm and held tight.
"Bye-bye, boys," she giggled.
Muttered grunts.
Poor Jack. He was still staring at her like he couldn't believe she existed. She blew him a kiss and J.R. led her out.
"What the fuck were you-"
"J.R. honey, we all feed ourselves with the nourishment that works best, right? Now ... you can get pissed at me for having a little fun, or we can go back to your room and fuck. What do you say?"
J.R. pondered, mulled over the subject, pondered some more, and by that time they were outside his room, so of course he led her inside and fucked her eyes out.
In the process he forgot to mention that he'd heard about one of her fellow students disappearing yesterday back in Sludge Falls. In fact, her cunt was so hot and warm and luscious, so incredibly inviting and sweetly feminine and juicy, he completely forgot the rest of her visit there. He remembered after she'd left, but by then, he figured she'd already heard the news herself, and besides, Toni wasn't much on forming close friendships. She might not even have cared.
Sunday afternoon, there were sounds echoing through the basement.
Polly was conscious, but she herself wasn't aware of this fact.
Concepts, as such, were beyond her tortured brain's capacity to absorb, much less explain.
Suspended still from the pipe to which the demon had bound her, she'd long since lost the sensation in her arms.
Her body, naked, was by now cold and wracked with constant shivering, which had the effect of increasing the pain in her arms.
Her nipples remained taut, from the cold, she told herself.
Yet, there was an strange warmth deep within her, down in the very deepest parts of her body, a warmth she perceived but had no words to describe.
Coupled with this sensation, strange, bizarre, frightening images flew through her mind.
She saw kindly old Svensen, saw him again in his newer, sinister incarnation....
And then, in the labyrinth of her twisted mind, he turned into Mr. Randall, the history teacher.
The man stood before her, rope in his hands ... a whip ... He laughed.
"Polly," he said, "you're looking more beautiful than I can ever remember you looking in class."
She wants desperately to respond, to shut him up with a quick retort, but there is only that burning warmth between her legs, overpowering now, blotting all other thoughts from her consciousness.
He approaches.
Is she dreaming? She must be. What would Mr. Randall be doing down here? But he's so real.
She can almost reach out and touch him ... She does! She reaches out to him, touches him, offers her arms-her wrists to him. He is going to tie her.
He is going to bind her like the woman in that picture.
Her heart pounds. The blood surges viciously through her body, throbbing at her ears, along the sides of her neck, in her temples.
She feels the most powerful throbbing in her crotch, however, in her clit, swelling now with blood, anticipating his treatment of her ... wanting it ... needing it ... oh God, craving it ... so desperately she can't think about it ... she has to simply do it ... go through the paces and permit the deed to be done.
Wrapping around her wrists now ... more and more tightly, pulling them together, she feels his eyes on her ... studying her naked body....
But no! Her clothes are back on. And she's no longer in the basement.
Where is she? She cannot identify any of it ... only is aware that it is a place no less sinister than Svensen's world ... simply with velvet coated edges to disguise the threat ... the menace....
He pulls her up ... he pulls her arms tight, above her head, stretching them, but not enough to lift her completely off the floor.
She watches his fingers moving toward her.
She feels them touching her breasts.
She feels heat pouring off the tips, heat that flows rapidly into her body ... heat that charges the center-most part of her soul ... heat that sends her already charged passion soaring to the highest peaks of her mind ... of her body....
"Oh ... Mr. Randall," she says, waiting.
He removes his coat.
He loosens his tie.
He unbuttons his white shirt.
He pulls the shirt and tie off, and then he unbuckles his belt. She stares as his throbbing cock burst into view.
It seems already to have plunged deep into the depths of her cunt.
She feels a connection between what her eyes gaze upon and the nerve endings in her cunt.
She feels the electric sensations thus generated rising up through her nerves, flooding her already tortured brain with new bursts of arousal and hot passion.
It is something she can't explain, something that is so overpowering now it never occurs to her that it might in fact be something that needs explaining.
It simply is.
It is the fact of her existence. Such things one doesn't question.
Standing before her totally naked now, she lets her eyes roam over his well-sculpted body. Is this as he really looks?
She prays its so. She wants suddenly for this to be real. She wants to taste this experience in the flesh, not in the twisted, misty corridors of her savaged mind.
She wants this. Badly.
"You are helpless," Mr. Randall says to her. "Do you like the feeling? Is is something that frightens you?"
"Yes," she hears herself reply, and as she does so, his cock leaps, growing even stiffer.
There are veins bulging out from the sides now, both sides, top and bottom as well.
Thick blue veins, like rope woven into a net.
His glans swells, turns a deeper and deeper shade of purple.
She looks below the shaft to the sack of balls nestled between his thighs, half-hidden but the thick patch of his pubic hair.
He approaches now.
She feels her cunt burst into a flurry of tingled excitement.
Her thighs close instinctively.
She feels a need to protect herself, to at least put up some token resistance.
She knows it will be futile ... that he will have his way with her ... at least ... she hopes he will....
Fingers on her nipples now. Touching. Pressing. Pinching ... pulling harder and harder.
"Beautiful," he murmurs. "Simply beautiful. I love your body. Bound ... helpless ... you are a thing of exquisite beauty."
Was that Mr. Randall talking?
No ... that was something she read in one of her father's books once....
Did people talk that way? Did Steve Randall? Oh God, she hoped so.
Pulling harder and harder on her breasts, he then suddenly let them go. The ripe mounds bounced back away from him, springing back into shape, jiggling deliciously as they did so.
All through the mounds of flesh, she could feel the trembling sensations.
She could feel the driving heat that shot back and forth between cunt and breasts ... seeming to grow stronger with each passage.
He touched her pubic mound now.
Touched the layer of skin covering her clit, closing tightly around her slit.
Her two lips were tightly pressed together by her thighs.
He said nothing, gave no commands, made no attempt to force her to do his bidding.
It was purely her own choice, one she desired more than anything.
She began to moan, feeling those insistent fingers stroking back and forth, caressing ... lightly, light as a feather, each small movement over the surface of her cunt sending a flurry of nerves into anxious activity, blitzing once more a series of delicious, exquisite sensations into the center of her brain.
She jerked back in response....
Oh yes ... yes ... yes ... yes ... it's delicious ... it's fantastic ... it's exactly what she wants ... and her thighs open ... parting her lips ... and his fingers slide up into her cunt....
One ... two ... three....
They enter her body and stretch the rim of her cunt hole ... stretch it gently at first, but increasingly more intensely, wider ... wider ... wider....
She cries out....
"OH ... OH ... oh ... ohhhhhhhh...." It is a long moan, one that boils up from the depths of her soul.
Juice dribbles down her legs. It is thick and slippery, like oil, coating the points where his fingers come into contact with her body.
He pulls his fingers out of her cunt. The pain subsides leaving a warm afterglow.
Up to her clit now, stroking the quivering bud of nerves, back and forth, gently ... back and forth ... flooding her with the heat of her lust ... back and forth, forcing an impassioned cry from her lips.
Back and forth, like a sentry guarding the entrance to her innermost chamber.
But she doesn't care. She wants the violation ... wants to be ravished ... ravaged ... savaged ... all of it ... any of it. She doesn't care. She wants him to do anything....
Anything at all....
She gasps.
"OH GOD!! ! " she cries and her eyes jerk open. It's him.
He's standing before her ... the monster ... Svensen ... eyes glowing like chips of coal brought up from the pits of hell.
"You look a little cold, my darling. I didn't want that you should suffer unnecessarily ... so I came with something to comfort you. And something to warm your skin."
He started to chuckle, and he pulled his hands out from behind his back.
She was too exhausted to tell what it was, but she would know soon enough.
It was a thick, black, hard-leather riding crop.
"Ya," he chuckled, "We warm you up good and fast."
He came nearer.
Alas, space considerations prevent a close accounting of the remainder of this tale, in this volume at least. However, for you who desire to know the outcome of our characters' fates, we gladly summarize them for you.
Toni returned home, decided to call Dick, learned for the first time the story of Polly's disappearance, fingered Svensen (she'd been the last to see her, remember) and set in motion the events that saved the girl. After a long recovery, Polly discovered she needed more than Dick could provide. She left Dick, throwing him into Toni's waiting arms, and went to call on Mr. Randall, who greeted her with open arms and now enjoys a threesome.
Svensen, when he isn't too drugged, plots the fourth reich.