Chapter 2
William Warfield watched teenage Dolly undress.
Dolly was in one of the bedrooms in his spacious apartment high above the city streets, where the clamor of late afternoon rush hour traffic was muted.
Dolly was a tall thin girl. Her dark brown hair was shot through with smoky red highlights. The tips of it brushed her thin shoulders.
Her face was heart shaped, with a pointed chin. She had dark brown eyes and a pouting red-lipped mouth. Her nose was saucily upturned.
She wore a long-sleeved green blouse and faded blue jeans. Her small feet were bare. She wore no jewelry. Her skin was pale and smooth.
Her pert breasts were conical and had sharply pointed nipples which jutted against the front of her blouse. Her waist was narrow, her legs were long and thin.
She stood facing the mirror over a chest of drawers. The room was dominated by a massive antique four poster bed with a plush mattress.
William Warfield stood in the hall, watching her through the hairline crack formed where the door almost, but not quite, met the doorframe.
He was in his middle forties. He was a long lean greyhound of a man with a trim runner's physique and a handsome, chiseled face.
He was like a thoroughbred or other animal which has been bred to the point of specialization. Neurosis showed in his carefully chiseled features.
His eyes were glazed and obsessive as he spied on Dolly.
Dolly hummed to herself as she took off her blouse, peeling the tight-fitting green garment off her flesh.
Beneath it she wore a plain white nylon bra, unadorned. Her breasts jiggled inside the tight white cups. She reached for the top of her jeans.
Warfield's palms were sweaty - he wiped them on his gray flannel trousers.
He wore a white dress shirt with its long sleeves rolled to his forearms, gray slacks, socks, black shoes - all his clothes were top quality, expensive.
Dolly's jeans were faded and skin-tight. They accented her long legs and high rounded rump to perfection.
Warfield's hot gaze swept over her cute face, her long silky brownish-red hair, the elegant arch of her long back, the curve of her bottom, the rising swell of her breasts.
Dolly unsnapped her jeans. She pulled down the zipper. The jeans were so tight on her hips that she had to wriggle out of them.
She looked like a snake shedding its skin. Her swelling breast tops rippled in the white bra cups as she squirmed from side to side.
She yanked the jeans down to the tops of her thighs. She wore a pair of white cotton bikini panties. Warfield's mouth watered.
She put out a hand on top of the cabinet to balance herself while she pulled the jeans down off her long white legs.
The denim, pants rustled as they slipped down her limbs. Her thighs were thin and shining. Her bony knees were prominent.
She left the jeans on the floor where they had fallen.
Warfield's heart hammered in his chest. Now was the time for him to make his move. Sick excitement knotted his stomach.
He flung open the door and entered the bedroom, taking Dolly by surprise.
He threw the door back so that it slammed against the wall. At the same instant that it crashed with a loud noise, Dolly saw him in the mirror.
She whirled to face him. Fear showed in her open mouth, wide staring eyes.
She realized her undressed condition. Before she could react, he was on her.
Warfield hooked his arm around her waist and grabbed her, sweeping her off her feet. She was very thin and slight - easy to handle.
Easy to control.
Warfield threw her face down on the bed. He pushed Dolly's face into the mattress, muffling her shriek. He got on top of her.
He climbed on the bed and on her back. He straddled her. Muscles bunched in his folded legs. He pressed his thighs against her flesh.
Doily squirmed and struggled. His ass rested on the backs of her thighs, his superior weight and strength pinning her down.
Dangling from his pants pocket was the end of a piece of rope. It was thin white rope, the kind commonly used for clotheslines.
He pulled it out of his pocket. It was already looped - he had made it ready in advance. He grabbed Dolly's thin wrists.
She squealed with pain as he yanked her arms behind her back. He crossed her wrists, holding them both in one of his hands.
He threw the loop over her wrists and pulled it tight. The rope cut into her soft flesh. Expertly he threw some hitches over it, then knotted it.
Dolly's face was red from the struggle. When she lifted her head from the mattress he would roughly push it back down again.
Warfield got off her when he was sure that she was securely bound.
He stood at the bedside, on the floor, his chest rising and falling as he panted for breath. His penis was stiffly erect.
It jutted in the crotch of his trousers, a rigid rod of flesh. It throbbed with a slow and steady beat, like savage war drums.
Dolly rolled on her side and faced him. Her eyes were wide, so that all white surrounded her irises. Her mouth was open and gasping.
"God! Please - please don't hurt me, mister!"
"Shut up."
Her pouting lower lip trembled, as though she was about to burst into tears. Moisture welled up in her eyes, making them shine.
"Please don't hurt me, mister! I - I'll - "
She cried out as he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. Her face was contorted by pain. The throbbing in his crotch deepened.
Warfield slapped her face, not viciously, but hard enough to get her attention.
There was the ringing sound of flesh striking flesh. Dolly cried out, her head rocking from the impact.
When she turned her head to him again, a dull red mark, the imprint of his hand, glowed on her face. The respect born of fear showed in her eyes.
"Do as you're told and you won't get hurt!" Warfield said.
"What - what do you want from me?!" Her voice was high and thin.
"What do you think?" His hot gaze scanned her, starting at her reddish-brown hair at the top of her head, sweeping over her fair and sweet face, her swelling breasts, her lean hips and long legs.
Just so she could not mistake his purpose, Warfield started taking down his pants.
He unbuckled his belt. An idea came to him. He pulled the belt free from its loops. It was a long thin belt of finely grained brown leather.
He held it doubled in his hand. "If you scream again, I'll gag you and whip that cute little ass of yours raw!"
He grabbed her ankle and dragged her off the bed. She rolled on her back, moaning softly as he pulled her to him. He made her get down on the floor.
"On your knees!" He slashed the belt against her buttocks. Dolly stifled a cry of pain as she bent her long legs and got on her knees.
She was at his feet, her head level with his groin. "That's better," he chuckled, "much better for what I've got in mind!"
He opened the buttons of his trousers and pulled down his zipper. Dolly groaned and looked away. The pants fell down to his ankles.
His legs were long and muscular. His stiff cock bulged in the front of his boxer shorts. His red rod could be glimpsed through the flyhole.
"Let's see what those tits look like." He pulled the thin flexible straps of the bra off her shoulders and down to her arms.
He yanked the bra cups off her breasts, baring them. He pulled the bra down to the top of her belly, leaving its back strap still hooked.
Her breasts shook from his treatment. They were high and pointed. The nipples were a dark shade of pink. They were long and thin.
Dolly panted for breath, causing her breasts to jiggle. Warfield put his hand on her bosom, and fondled the soft mounds.
Roughly he kneaded and squeezed them, like they were putty in his hands.
The breasts were a soft shining pink color, but they turned white where he gripped them. Dolly grunted and groaned from his handling.
"I told you to shut up!"
"You're hurting me!" she whimpered.
Warfield pulled down his shorts. His erection sprang up, its red swollen head bobbing inches from Dolly's face.
"On, no! Please, mister - I'm a good girl - I never-"
He gripped his cock, closing his fist around the thick, blue-veined shaft. It pulsed at his touch. He moved closer to Dolly.
He slapped the member against her face. It was thick and heavy and made a flat whacking sound. His action was more humiliating than painful.
"If you won't behave like a good little girl," he said, "then maybe a whipping will teach you to respect your elders, and do as you're told!"
He dangled the leather belt over her. She shivered as it rubbed her shoulders, then trailed down against her breasts.
He hooked the loop of the doubled belt around one of her breasts, lifted it, and let it fall. The breast shifted like it was semi-solid.
"Don't hurt me, mister," she whined. "I never done nothing to you!"
"No, but I'm going to do something to you - something painful - if you don't start obeying orders and do like you're told!"
She hung her head in shame. "I guess I'm just a coward. I'll do like you want, mister, only please don't hurt me! Promise me that you won't!"
Warfield shook his head. "No promises - I'll have to see what your performance is like. If you do it good, you won't have to be hurt."
He took his cock and rubbed its head against her face. Her pale cheeks were dusted with a soft and downy peach fuzz.
Her cheeks rippled as the bullet shaped cock head pressed them. Her flesh was cool compared to his heated penis flesh.
He guided his member to her lips. Her lips were thin and red and soft. They were pressed together. He shoved the tip of his cock against them.
"Open up. Give Daddy a great big kiss to show how much you love him."
Dolly groaned with shame but obeyed. She pushed her lips outward, puckering them, pressing them against the heated cock head.
There was a wet smooching sound as she kissed his cock head, leaving a faint smear of saliva on it. She closed her eyes during the kiss.
His cock prodded her mouth. "Open up - wider."
Dolly opened her mouth, forming a wide O. She curled her lips over her teeth. Her pink tongue glistened with white saliva.
She gasped as he stuffed his cock head in her mouth.
"Suck it - suck it like you love it!"
Her tongue rippled across his swollen penis. She swilled the cock head in her mouth, working saliva all over it, polishing his penis with her tongue.
Her pink lips were wrapped around his shaft just below the rim of the cock head. She sucked it sloppily and noisily and wetly.
He grabbed a handful of her hair, twisting it around his fingers.
From deep in the back of her throat she groaned with pain as he pulled her hair by the roots, twisting it and yanking it.
While she moaned, he thrust deeper, filling her mouth with his penis.
Her eyes opened as the head of the fleshy invader bumped the soft tissues at the back of her throat, blocking her windpipe.
She couldn't breathe. He pulled back an inch. He pulled her hair away from him, jerking her head back in response.
Her puckered lips glided caressingly across his shaft until only his knobbed cock head remained in her mouth. He made her lick and suck the fleshy knob.
Then he yanked the hair toward him. Her head followed. His heated shaft once more sank deep into her mouth as her head moved forward.
Her hair served as a kind of rein for him to control the head movements of his human animal. Her head bobbed up and down on his red pole.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him. His buttocks were tightly clenched as he shoved his hips forward and backward, raping her mouth.
Heat seethed through his erection. It was generated inside Dolly's hot wet mouth. The erotic heat sizzled through the flesh column of his cock.
The heat fanned into his swollen balls, spreading through his groin, rising up into his belly. He grunted and groaned as he fucked her mouth.
His orgasm would come soon. He pulled on her hair, speeding up the tempo of her bobbing mouth as it caressed his swollen cock.
His cock was a red rod pumping in and out of her mouth. He bit his lip, chewing it, using the pain to delay his orgasm as much as possible.
Just as he was about to come, he pulled his cock out of her mouth completely.
The cock head came free of her mouth with a popping sound.
Startled, Dolly opened her eyes. He gripped his member just below the rim of the head. Fat droplets of her saliva rolled off it, spattering on the carpet.
He shot all over her face.
Dolly groaned with disgust as a strand of thick fresh semen jetted from the tiny hole in his cock head, spurting on her face.
Warfield grunted savagely as he directed the spray of semen. His closed fist kneaded his red shaft, jerking and pulling it to squeeze the semen out.
He shivered and shuddered from the force of his orgasm. His thighs and calves and buttocks were taut, straining, shaking from effort.
The stream of semen faded into a few trickling drops. He pulled his penis, kneading it, making sure that all of it went on her face.
Humiliation showed on Dolly's face. Gooey strands of semen dripped down her nose, cheeks, lips, chin. Beads of it glittered on her eye lashes.
Warfield's cock was still stiff in his hand. It was red and rubbery and flexible, with semen and saliva mingling on its heated surface.
He pushed his crotch in her face and forced her to lick his balls.
They were incredibly sensitive and tight in the sac. The soft hairs which covered them quivered like finely tuned antennae.
The balls rippled as Dolly ran her tongue over them. She licked a line down the divide in the center of his scrotal sac.
He gasped and groaned from the sweet pleasure of her oral action. His cock, which had remained stiff, began to pulse with new life and vigor.
Her hair was still wrapped around the hand which did not hold his cock. She squealed with pain as he tugged upward. "Stand up, you little cunt!"
Her long legs unfolded as she rose to her feet. The movement caused strands of come to ooze and spill down the edge of her jawline to her neck.
Dolly was tall. When she stood up, the top of her head was only a few inches below his. He held her hair from the side now.
"Speaking of little cunts, let's see what else you've got!"
He took hold of her panties and pulled them down. Some of her pubic hairs must have been pulled, because her face twisted in pain and she gasped.
Her bush was chestnut brown in color, the hairs all soft and silken. Her pussy lips were long and thin, just like the rest of her.
The panties fluttered down her long legs as they dropped to her slender ankles. Daintily, gracefully, she stepped out of them.
"Get on that bed!"
"Please, mister - I did what you wanted - now please let me go!"
"I'm not through with you yet!" He flung her on the bed.
She flopped face down on the mattress, its springs bouncing her up. The long fingers of her bound hands were curled and trembling.
His trousers and shorts were around his ankles. He wore his shoes and socks. It would be too much trouble for him to take them off now.
The pants and shorts served as a kind of hobble, forcing him to take careful, small shuffling steps. But the bed was only a few paces away.
His stiff red cock, wet and glistening, bobbed as he walked.
The rod of flesh jutted vertically from his lean hips. It was harder than ever.
Dolly turned her head to the side so she could watch his approach. Some of the semen had been smeared on the sheets, wiped off.
Her rounded buttocks rippled as she squirmed. He could see the thin pink slit of her pussy below the rounded white globes of her ass.
The bedsprings creaked as he got on the bed. He knelt behind her.
He hooked his forearm under her taut flat belly. He lifted her middle until she was on her knees, with her head and upper body flat on the mattress.
Roughly, rudely, he pushed her knees farther apart, spreading her thin thighs, opening her pussy to him, preparing her for penetration.
His stiff cock tingled when it brushed her soft smooth flesh, leaving wet shining smears of semen on her buttocks and the backs of her thighs.
Her long legs were folded under her. Her rump was raised up so that it was the highest, most elevated part of her body.
Her thin, quivering pussy lips were a tempting and tender target for the red arrow of his cock. He gripped his member, guiding it to her.
He placed it lengthwise in the cleft of her ass. The cheeks were high and firm. His cock was nestled by the smooth surfaces of the soft fleshy globes.
He clutched her buttocks and pulled them together, so that they pressed tightly against his swollen member, It throbbed against them.
He took his cock out from between that fleshy warmth after a moment. He guided it lower, down to the soft pink lips of her pussy.
He brushed his cock head against the labia. Dolly gasped and squirmed.
Her pussy lips were smooth and warm. Just touching them with his member put more strength and hardness into his erection.
Dolly turned her head so she could look over her shoulder. Her face was red.
"Please, mister - at least make it wet so it won't hurt so much!"
"That I can do." He smeared his own saliva on his fingers, put his hand between her legs, and rubbed the stuff on her pussy lips.
The labia were slippery from being coated with the semen. He rubbed it inside and out, his middle finger darting between her thin labia.
Dolly grunted as she was suddenly penetrated by his finger. Heat and sleek wetness pressed against the invading digit - she was wet inside.
He took his finger out of her - he had a better substitute for it.
His cock head grazed her pussy lips. She squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered softly as he pressed his penis flesh against the junction of her long thin labia.
He shoved inward. His cock parted the pussy lips, spreading them to the sides. Her membranes stretched to accommodate the invader.
She was hot and tight. He gasped with pleasure. He pushed his cock head deep enough in her so that she could not dislodge it by shaking her hindquarters.
His hands wrapped around her lean hips. His sweaty palms left wet smears on the soft flesh. His buttocks tensed as he shoved forward.
With one swift deep stroke he jammed his cock deep inside her. Dolly shook and gurgled as she was penetrated. He shivered from the sheer pleasure.
He rocked back and forth, thrusting. When he thrust, inward, his swollen balls often slapped lightly against her.
Her pussy was all hot wet velvet inside. Each gliding stroke of his cock flesh against it was a thrilling caress.
His hands gripped her so tightly that they bruised the soft flesh. Her hands writhed and twisted in the bonds which held her thin wrists together.
He shoved into her. He reached under her and played with her breasts. They shook and jiggled as they dangled down - he fondled them roughly.
He clutched a pert breast, squeezing it so that the pink stiff nipple jutted out of the bottom of his hand. He twisted the flesh this way and that.
Dolly gasped and groaned. Her buttocks rippled from the impact of his hips slamming into them with each stroke that swept deep inside her.
She was very tight and narrow in her vaginal canal. Her membranes gripped his invading cock. Heat mounted in his groin.
He turned his attention from her breasts to her bottom.
She had a lovely ass. He was sorry that he hadn't warmed it up with a beating from the belt before he started fucking her.
But he had been too eager, too excited, too stimulated to wait for that.
He pulled and kneaded her buttocks. He clutched them, one ass cheek in each hand, his strong fingers sinking into the soft globes.
He pulled her ass cheeks apart, exposing the dark purplish cleft between her ass cheeks, and the tiny brown puckered rosebud of her anus.
The anal ring was a single brown eye staring at him as he continued to force his cock back and forth in Dolly's pussy.
He pressed his fingertip against her anus - it quivered in response.
He stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking it, wetting it. When it was coated with saliva, he once more pressed it against her rosebud.
This time he pushed it in. He buried his finger deep in her creamy rectum. It nipped his finger with its viselike tightness.
Dolly moaned and squirmed as he wiggled his finger around inside her.
All the time, he continued his thrusting. His lungs worked like bellows, his chest rose and fell as he gulped down great gasping breaths of air.
Dolly gasped. Sweat poured from her flesh. She rocked her hips, arching into Warfield's deep penetrating thrusts.
Fire flashed inside him. He tightened his muscles to delay his orgasm. He kept his finger planted in her ass while he thrust his cock deep.
His cock head bumped the mouth of her womb. She wailed. He didn't pull back. His member twitched against her membranes. Then he came.
Semen spat from his red cock head. He felt like he was melting inside. Come erupted from his fiery column of flesh. He gasped with each convulsion.
He shook like he was having a fit. Sweat rolled off him as he shuddered. This ecstatic pleasure was almost too intense. His hands opened and closed into fists.
Dolly cried out. "Christ!" His stiff cock throbbed inside her.
He gasped with pleasure as the gushing stream of semen faded away to a thin trickle oozing from his cock head. He closed his eyes and gasped for breath.
His chin rested on his flesh. Slowly, by inches, Dolly's trembling thighs weakened and her knees slid on the sheets, lowering her.
Warfield kept his cock inside her as he followed her down until she lay on her stomach. She groaned, squirming under him. He was still inside her.
"So!"
Warfield was whipped awake by a woman's scornful voice. Now it was his turn to groan. Olga was here - she had caught him in the act.