Chapter 10

"Don't pull my legs so far apart, honey!" Susy gasped, feeling the soft ropes around her ankles begin to tauten.

Three days had passed since Dirk had promised to break her maidenhead, and still he was delaying it!

The first time she had seen his play table with its metal arms that swung around, grasping its sexy purpose, she had begged not to be spread out on it He had outtalked her, however. She had enjoyed parts of it other things had been downright painful.

"Take it easy with her, at first honey," Carla said. She was standing beside the play table wearing fancy green panties and a matching mini-bra.

Dirk was naked, his cock was very big and hard. He had rested for two days, enjoying no sex at all. Susy was positive that today was the big day; he was finally going to puncture her hymen.

And for those two days she had been almost a prisoner in her room. Angie had brought the meals in. Susy had read and had watched TV, and she had masturbated several times. She had become accustomed to sex, and she couldn't understand this delay.

The reason was becoming clear, though. Dirk wanted to build up his energies! He was saving a big load of hot come for her virginal cunt! And now Carla was here, too. He was planning some kind of wild orgy.

Angie had gone to visit a relative in town; she wouldn't be in the way. Evidently she was too square for Dirk's tastes.

Dirk has played and played with my cunt, Susy thought. He's sucked it and felt of my maidenhead dozens of times. Now, he's going to stab it and make it bleed and pour his fuck juices up into my womb!

But why tie me to this table? I want to kick my legs and wiggle my ass! I want to come around his cock!

Dirk eased the pressure on her opened thighs and she felt the padding lift under her butt. Her cunt was spread ever so wide; he hadn't played with it much, so far. She was sure he would get around to it soon.

"Comfortable now, honey?" Carla asked. Her green eyes were sparkling with excitement.

"Yes," Susy answered. I hope I won't regret this!

"Dirk wants me to play with your titties while he works on your pussy. Okay?"

"Sounds like fun!" Susy laughed.

"Two days' rest made your cunt eager, huh?" Dirk chuckled. He dropped his butt onto a stool; his head was now level with her crotch.

"You know it's eager!" Susy cackled.

"You'll soon be a real swinger, baby," Dirk muttered, his face deeply flushed with passion.

Carla was delighted. This was her first venture into the play room while the Stud was doing his thing with another girl. She had been tied to the fuck table often enough; she had learned to love it. She hadn't had a shot at Susy; this would give her a chance to taste those pink rosebuds and feel around, at least.

"Okay, Red," Dirk said to Carla. "Kiss her and tease her tits."

Susy shuddered. Dirk's fingers began to caress the soft inner planes of her thighs; he was breathing into a stretched-apart cunt. Carla leaned above Susy. The red, wide mouth came down, a hand settled on one of Susy's breasts. Carla's lips burned sweetly, a wiggly tongue drove between Susy's teeth, into her throat. Ohhhh, jazzy! Her hands were tied to her sides. She wished she could fondle Carla's pointy titties, but that was impossible, now.

Dirk's right hand now slipped under Susy's ass; she felt him fingering her anus. He was kissing the tender flesh near her pussy. Delectable thrills chased along Susy's thighs, down to her cunt. Her titties were rising and firming and tingling under Carla's knowing hand.

They're both working to get my gun off! Susy thought, dreamily. I really need it! Playing with my own pussy isn't like having it tickled and sucked by a man.

She found her tongue wrestling sensuously with Carla's tongue, their lips were rolling and sliding hotly together. Carla was breathing fast, she enjoyed this Lesbian thing. Now Dirk's mouth was settling on Susy's awakening sex, her prick-famished cunt. She felt her girl pecker stiffening. Juicy nuances of pleasure fanned out through her pelvis. Dirk's tonguetip was sliding up and down on her burning slit; she tried to draw her thighs together, but she couldn't.

"When you come with you legs away out it hurts good!" Carla had said earlier, by way of explanation.

Susy's feeling of being totally trapped was increasing. These ropes were ridiculous! And now Dirk was trying to slip a finger up her asshole! Stings of pain almost washed out her rising passion. What did a butthole have to do with fucking? She remembered some of the talk about pain and pleasure when he had nipped her ass with his fingers and rolled her clitoris just before he had yanked a hair from her tender labia. A lance of fright gripped her being.

She tore her mouth from Carla's greedy lips. "Ohhh, please! Let me free! I don't want to be fastened down!"

"Oh, shit!" Carla breathed. "You'll love it when we get going!"

"You don't know what a real come off is, baby," Dirk muttered into her drippy twat.

"Why don't you just make me come, and get it over with!" Susy wailed, struggling and fighting the ropes.

"Sonofabitch!" Dirk grated, lewdly. "Relax, baby!"

"Yes, just rest while we play it easy," Carla said, persuasively. "I'll suck your nipples and you'll come real slow!"

But that finger in her anus was hurting too much!

It was a dirty, stinking ploy. She sensed Dirk's anger; Carla was trying to smooth things over.

I was crazy to let them tie me down this way, she thought. I'm beginning to hate them both! I feel horrible!

Steve Angus, who had been watching the big house for the past few days, made a decision. He had seen Angie leave in one of the cars, and there had been no action outside anywhere. Carla had let the cat out of the bag the last time he had fucked her, the day before.

Dirk was going to take Susy's cherry! He hadn't yet. He liked to wait for the big moment.

That fucking sadist cocksucker! Steve thought, leaving his bungalow. I can't let him do it! This job isn't that damned important. He's turning that young, pretty blonde into a fucking tramp, and it's gone far enough! Before long she'll have bruises on her tits and ass, as does Carla. He'll be ramming his prick up into her tender, virginal cunt!

Quickly he reached the pool area; he circled it and entered the house. He had never been inside it, and for a moment he was startled by the luxury of it, the suggestive nudes on the walls, the plushy depth of the carpet, the stink of expensive perfume. It was more like a fancy whorehouse than a home.

He had a fair idea about where the bedrooms were situated. He ran up the carpeted stair and along the secondfloor halfway. A shrill, feminine cry of pain tautened his body; his fists clenched, his rage mounted.

The cry had come from Susy's throat! What in hell was Dirk doing to her? Where was the redhead, the top-riding, cock loving, leggy wife? A cackle of enjoyment, from Carla's throat, confirmed his growing suspicions. The slut was in there helping her husband!

"Don't, don't!" came Susy's voice again. She was obviously in awful pain.

Steve ran to the end of the hallway, raised his right foot, which was heavily booted, and slammed his heel into the panel right below the lock. The rectangle of heavy wood splintered. Rushing forward again, he pushed the door open, bursting into a room that smelled of rank perfume and cunt.

He bellowed with fury when he saw where Susy was lying, tied to a fucking high table, her thighs spread so far apart she looked like she was splitting in the crotch. Ropes held her down!

Dirk, a kind of soft whip in his right hand, his face twisted with rage, glared at Steve.

"You stinking clod! Get the shit out of here before I call the law!"

"Why, you rotten sonofabitch!" Steve grated. He leaped forward and swung a right into Dirk's astonished face. Carla screamed. Susy uttered a wail of mingled joy and relief.

"Ohhhh, Steve!" she gurgled, her face white with anguish. "Get me out of here, please!"

As Steve drove westward, toward Twin Falls, his belongings in the trunk and in the back seat of his sedan, he tried to comfort Susy. She wore his bath robe. He had carried her from the big house to his bungalow, and Dirk hadn't tried to stop him.

Susy was huddled in the far corner of the front seat, her cheeks still pale, her blue eyes mirroring her thanks.

"We're okay now, Susy. You're out of that stinking joint."

"B-but you've lost your job, and...."

"Hell with it! I feel better already. I can always get another deal. I'm good with horses, and I'm not short of money."

'I haven't got-anything!" she wailed, tears in her eyes.

"Oh, yes!" he grinned, slowing the car's momentum. "You're young and very nice looking. Are you sure you don't want to see a doctor?"

"No, Steve. I'm all right-physically. I don't hurt any more. Just inside!"

I'm beginning to see the truth now, she thought, dully. I'm no good. I was so easy! Angie said it would be so nice! Damn her! She just procured me for that sex fiend! I'm a rotten slut! Dirk turned me into a wailing nymphet, he pulled me down into a sewer!

My asshole is still sore, but I wont tell Steve about it. I'll be all right in a day or two. They kept drawing me right up to the edge of an orgasm, but wouldn't let me have it! Ohhhh, I nearly died! I'm all frozen up in the loins. My legs still hurt!

I'm glad Dirk didn't fuck me, now! He didn't get my cherry! Steve saved me for that! I wanted to give it away in Boise, but that devil waited too long.

Good! Let him play his evil sadistic tricks on Carla and Angie.

I'll never be able to thank Steve enough!

The next morning, after a hearty breakfast Steve had sent to her cozy motel unit on the outskirts of Twin Falls, Susy felt more like a human being. Steve was downtown now, getting her some clothes and personal items she had requested over the phone. She hadn't seen him yet, today. She had showered and made herself as dainty as possible, under the circumstances. Her only garment, even yet, was his trusty bathrobe.

Her tautened nerves were relaxing, she had no more pain, but the shame was deep within her. Steve couldn't really care for her the way she wished he would. He knew all about her stay at the ranch! He knew she had been Dirk's plaything. He simply felt sorry for her, as he would feel about a stray, starving dog.

I'll get a job and pay him back, every penny, she thought. I took charity from Dirk, but I won't again. Ohhh, if I could just erase the last few weeks! I'm not a nice girl any more, I'm a total slut! Who wants badly used merchandise?

She cringed down in the chair and tears ran from her eyes.

I'm sixteen and still a physical virgin, my body is just the same, my titties are a little larger, my legs are shapely, I still have my mouth and eyes and figure, but inside I'm nothing! I've fondled a prick and talked like a whore! I've had my cunt sucked and played with, I know how to come and come, I've had a liberal sex education, I even know something about sadism! I've had Lesbian kisses and tickles. I'm horrible! I feel absolutely slimy!

Suddenly she heard a car stop out front, she heard a door slam, quick footsteps, a rap on the door, and her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. Her terror was turning into dizzy gratitude. She was trembling wildly as she unlocked the door and let Steve in.

"Hey, you look great!" he exclaimed admiringly. He closed the door and placed some bundles on the bed.

"No makeup, my hair isn't even combed," she wailed.

"Hell! You don't need all that, Susy!" His exuberance was catching. She found a shaky smile on her lips. He was like a young boy, tremendously excited, pleased. She couldn't knock it any way. He wasn't looking at her as if she were a child, he was admiring her as a grownup girl! Well, she would enjoy it while she could. The showdown would have to be postponed.

Dirk sat in a big chair in his bedroom, his robe open. He was staring down at his crotch and his big, limp prick.

Three days had passed since that fucking Angus has taken off with Susy, and Dirk had the Doctor's word. It wasn't good.

After being knocked flat on his ass in the play room, after Angus had untied Susy and taken her away, Dirk had followed. In negotiating the stairs that led down into the living room, he had stumbled. He had fallen hard and had injured something in his scrotum.

I can't get a fucking hard-on any more! he thought, viciously. The Doc said some nerves in my nuts were busted! Maybe I'll never get another hard-on! I'd have that Angus strung by the prick if I could find him! But here I am, on my ass, I can hardly walk, Rotten fucking sonofabitch!

I didn't get Susy's cherry! I was all worked up for it, I had her screaming, and then....

If I can't screw any more my whole damned life is ruined! What in hell am I going to tell Carla and Angie? I guess I could still play and finger and suck and whip, but how the fucking shit can I go off? They like hard prick once in a while!

After three days Susy felt much, much better. Steve had found a small ranch for sale north of Twin Falls, and he had bought it! She hadn't realized that he had saved almost enough to pay it off, entirely. She was momentarily happy because he felt so good about the deal.

She sat on a sofa in the living room of the ranch cottage, waiting for him to return from town. It was evening she had fixed him a good meal, and he had left for a few hours on business.

Sex hadn't entered their relationship-yet. He seemed to understand that she needed time to think. She just couldn't go on living in his house, taking his bounty, without giving in return. She had slept in one bedroom and he used the other.

Now, remembering all of his kind acts, his concern for her well-being, she felt an edge of passion crawling through her healthy young body. He had given her money with which to buy clothes, he had insisted that she go to a beauty parlor that very afternoon, and she sensed that tonight would be the night for her big decision.

He had told the people he had done business with that she was his niece, his housekeeper. He was a grown man, and she was a child-on the outside.

I want him! she thought. I need him badly, but I'm a rotten filthy bitch. With what I know I could make good money selling my cunt! I could go down into Nevada and be a prostitute! Dirk turned me into a whore, so why not be one?

She heard a car pull up out in front of the cottage, and her hands dug into the chair arms. She had put on a short-skirted frock, snug at the waist, tight around the bodice; the beautician had shaped her blonde hair very becomingly, she had put on makeup for the first time since she had left Dirk's harem.

She felt an achy stinging between her thighs, her nipples were enlarging. She needed a climax! She needed many climaxes! The horror and the pain were gone, and now her lust was returning, stronger than ever. She felt dirty and cheap. But how could she feel otherwise? Dirk had "educated" her to round after round of sensual pleasures, and she was crazy about Steve.

He cares for me, I know he does! she thought. But how can he? I didn't tell him I let myself be tied to that awful fun table. I wanted sex, I was willing to try about anything. I've been all the way down to the bottom of the sewer.

Steve could easily find some reasonably young woman suited to his tastes. If a man was going to live with a dame, or marry her, he had the right to break her in! I was broken in by a horrid sensual sadist. I'm soiled goods. I don't deserve one touch of his hand!

She blamed Angie for taking her into that den of sex, but she could have left. Oh yes! She had loved the nice things, the big room, the fancy clothes, dressing sexily. I'm not stupid in the head, just in the cunt! I got a taste of dirty pleasure, and I couldn't stop! Up until the time he started hurting me, I enjoyed every hour of it. I couldn't get enough. I wanted his prick! I was dying for it!

But I never did get his prick, and he didn't get my cherry! He didn't get what he wanted most, damn him! I'm glad about that, anyway. It's the only thing I have left that's worth a tinker's damn!

A new thought blazed across her mind.

I owe Steve my cherry! That's the least I can give him. Then I'll leave, I'll go to Nevada. It isn't far, I could be there in a few hours on a bus. I think I could be a pretty good whore.

Shaken with her new idea, she ran to the front door to greet Steve. He came in, all smiles, a bottle of sparkling Burgundy in his right hand.

"Well have a little celebration, Susy!" he laughed, his eyes admiring her.

"Y-yes," she stuttered, tears in her eyes. "I have to talk to you, Steve."

He dropped the bottle on a table and stared at her unbelievingly. "What's the matter, Susy?"

She bit her lips and walked to the sofa, sitting down. "You know what's the matter. You want sex and I want sex, too, but how can you even look at me and want me?"

"Damn it, the past is past! Oh, I know what it is. I should have realized ... I'm too old for you!"

"No, nor she cried, her hands shaky. "I really do care, Steve! But I'm rotten! You don't know the things I let Dirk do to me!"

His face turned pale. "Angie brought you there, she shouldn't have! They all worked on you. I know how clever they are. They ganged up on you! It wasn't your fault at all, damn it!"

"Oh, I could have left! I'm not that dense. I liked it! That's the awful part. I'm a bitch, a dirty slut!"

"Don't say things like that, please!" he almost shouted.

"I have to say it!" she blazed. "You're a good man, you deserve a good woman, one you can teach yourself. But I have one thing for you that Dirk didn't get. You should have it. He was going to take it the other day, when you broke the door down. My cherry!"

His tanned face twisted with mixed emotions, a deep concern flared in his shiny, dark eyes. She wanted to rush at him, as she had that other time, and lunge at him with her body; her pussy was wet, her loins ached for pleasure, her mouth ached for kisses, her titties burned, her nipples were hard, hard! Her bra was almost ready to burst.

"I see how they worked on you, Susy. But there's more than the physical thing involved. I don't give a damn what they did to you, understand? He played with your body, but if you had really wanted to stay you wouldn't have pulled out with me!"

"Ohhh, God! I hate him!" she wailed, turning her head, hiding her face in her hands.

"Look, sweet, you're a very young, attractive girl. You're all grown up, you matured early. Do you think that if all that other stuff hadn't happened you'd still be here? Do you like me?"

"Yes, yes!" she cried. "Can't you tell? But how can you want me? You know all about me, what Dirk did to me. He had me saying all the dirty words, he knew how to make me do all those things...."