Chapter 5
Outside, Terri let the fresh air invigorate her as much as possible. The view of Central Park to her left as she walked south, was a pleasant, cheerful sight. Even to see the tall spires of buildings in the distance did not detract from the openness, the unrestricted feeling of being outside.
Looking at the clock in a jeweler's window, Terri saw that it was almost three. It was past time for lunch, but her jumpy stomach wasn't in the mood for food anyway. A drink was something else! That was what she needed, Terri realized ... a good, stiff drink to relax the jumpy, nervous feeling.
As she walked past Columbus Circle and headed down Broadway, Terri was again reminded how curiously her mind could cope with the surface details of her life. She found no difficulty at all, for instance, in finding her way around Manhattan. Without hesitation, she could walk right up to any number of bars, restaurants and cocktail lounges.
And glancing toward Times Square, Terri was almost certain that she could recall having gone into a small theater along there to see a sex-movie, something from
Sweden with Lesbians and men and girls doing almost everything. Had she really seen such a movie in a public theater?
Terri stopped suddenly! She was standing in front of a small boutique. She seemed to recall that she had been there before, bought a party dress there not too long ago. She stared at the window display, trying to see if something there would jog her memory further. Had she been with someone? Was the weather wet or dry, hot or cold? Was there a special reason she bought the party dress that day ... if she bought the dress? If ... .
Obstinately, tormentingly, the memories remained elusive, hovering, it seemed, on the very edge of her consciousness, then floating down again before she could catch hold and examine them.
A bar, Gillmore's, was only two doors away from the boutique, and Terri stepped through the glass doors, moving into a smoky, noisy place which hummed and crackled with half-heard conversation. She picked her way among the crowd and managed to find an empty stool at the far side of the long bar, away from the dense gathering but still hemmed in on both sides by beer and whiskey drinking customers.
The clientele were mostly young people in their early or late twenties. Their conversation consisted mainly of arguments and discussions about the latest trends in culture films, books, the theater-their opinions voiced stridently and with confidence, but amusing Terri by their intensity and their obvious self-importance.
She ordered a Scotch and Soda but the drink tasted sickly and unpleasant to her palate. Making a wry face, Terri pushed the glass to one side and lit a cigarette, wondering if she usually drank Scotch or whether her conscious mind was failing her as well.
"Hello, darling! This is a pleasant surprise!"
Terri turned her head. A very familiar face beamed down at her, tanned and handsome, mature yet somehow irresistibly boyish; the sparkling blue eyes and white teeth forcing a name to her lips before Terri was aware of the fact.
"Don Glenn!" she exclaimed. "You're-you're Don Glenn, the actor!"
He laughed and slipped his arm around her shoulders in an intimate gesture which told Terri immediately that they were good friends; that she mingled in circles which contained such big and important actors as Glenn. But although she knew his name, knew how famous he was and could even recall several of his recent shows, Terri was unable to go any further and summon up memories of a more personal relationship with the star.
And, once again, she was confronted with an important decision. Should she tell Don about her amnesia? Would he be understanding and sympathetic, or would he, in some indefinable way, want to take advantage of her? Terri recalled what Jack had said about her. " ... a rich, talented bitch ... !"
It suddenly occurred to Terri that if she was famous and wealthy, she must also have many enemies. She knew that people who jumped to the top of the pile were hated and feared, not only by smaller fry, but by their contemporaries. Jealousy and fear of being outshone could make men and women act violently if they had the chance. And she, Terri, was in a particularly vulnerable situation at the moment. If word got around (and now there were three people, Doris, Jack and Carole who knew what had happened to her), there might be a kind of conspiracy started to shoulder her out of the way.
What motive would others have for wanting to harm her? And instantly came the answer: revenge!
From nowhere, the word tore at Terri's mind. She felt cold fear at her spine, a trembling in her legs as the word loomed large in her consciousness. REVENGE!
"What's troubling you, Terri?" Don's hand tightened on her shoulder, his face coming closer and expressing concern in every feature. "You look as if somebody has just given you a traumatic shock, darling."
"I ... I'm all right." Terri managed to say. And then she subsided into silence, her lip trembling and her teeth chattering with fright. That had been the first breakthrough, she thought. The first real piece of insight. She knew now that she definitely had enemies, that she had done things, said things, which certain people would love to repay to her. There was nobody she could trust any more, because she had no way of knowing the ones whom she had hurt.
Don moved smoothly into the bar stool next to her which had just been vacated. His tall, muscular physique, the scent of an expensive cologne, the air of reliable masculinity which flowed from him, made Terri feel an urgent need to throw her head onto his broad shoulders and cry her eyes out. But, instead, she reached out and covered his hand with her own, murmuring, "I had a bit of a shock this morning, Don. I'm ... not quite myself!"
He squeezed her fingers affectionately. "You need a good, stiff drink," Don advised. "What's that? Looks like Scotch and that's not your usual drink is it, Terri? Come on, I'll buy you." Then his expression changed, he became more confidential, and his mouth whispered directly into her ear.
"No, I've got a better idea. Why don't you come over to my apartment. I'll mix you one of my special cocktails, the ones you love so much, darling!"
Terri was still feeling slightly high on the marijuana and the atmosphere of the bar, smoke-filled and ringing with loud voices, was giving her a headache.
"Could we?" she pleaded. "I'm sorry to be such a dud, Don. I think I really would like to go somewhere quiet."
"Come on. We'll be there in no time." He paid the bill and held out his arm, making a path through the congested lounge for them by using his broad shoulders. A moment later they were side by side, squeezed into Don's Sting Ray, the engine racing powerfully as he opened the throttle.
"Fasten your seat belt, darling!" he laughed. "Here we go!"
And the low-slung car shot suddenly up the ramp to the parkway. Wind buffeted off the gleaming windshield and whipped her hair back, making the beautiful blonde tresses fly out in a stream of honey-gold.
Don patted her bare knee. "Remember the last time I took you for a drive?" he asked. He took time off from his driving to give Terri a quick, serious look. "I'll never forget it, darling," he said sincerely. "I owe you a great deal, Terri. And I only hope I can repay you one day."
Terri studied his perfect, almost too handsome profile. What did he mean by that? What did he really mean? Was it an innocent remark, to be taken at its face value? Or was there, as she strongly suspected, some underlying menace in the vague promise (or threat?) that he "hoped he could repay her?"
At any rate, Terri felt that she would be wise not to reveal her loss of memory to Don until she had an opportunity to judge him more carefully. It was quite possible that they were good friends, even lovers; in which case he could probably help her a great deal.
On the other hand, she was still puzzled, uneasy. Terri realized that this was going to happen with everyone she met. Until her memory came back, she couldn't afford to trust anyone, however friendly and well-disposed towards her they appeared on the surface. It was an unpleasant, disconcerting situation to feel so naked and suspicious. But for the time being, there seemed nothing else for her to do but go along as if she was perfectly all right.
Sooner or later, she knew, somebody would be bound to ask her if she was still suffering from amnesia. That was one thing she could count on. By this evening pretty well everyone she knew would be in on the secret. And at that moment, as Don braked sharply behind a slow moving truck, she realized that she had deliberately engineered events so that she was given a kind of "time limit" in which to regain her memory.
Eight more hours, at most! If she didn't know who she was and if all the aspects of her personality weren't revealed to her by that time, she would be at the mercy of her friends and her enemies!
Maybe this was the best way, Terri thought. She couldn't simply drift from day to day, picking up a few scraps of information about herself here, a few more bits and pieces there. She had to have a sense of urgency about the problem. And what better reason for urgency could there be than to know how vulnerable and victimized she would be if she didn't recover before everyone knew about her illness?
"Stupid bitch!" Don snarled. He put the car into gear again and blasted his horn at an old woman who was creeping along at about 35. "One of these days I'm going to ... "
He controlled himself with an effort, glancing sideways at Terri and smiling with tight lips that did little to conceal his anger.
"Shooting down slow drivers is pretty bad for my image, I suppose," he grinned. "But they really make you feel like committing murder, don't they?"
Terri nodded absently. She was absorbed in studying the naked fury which had appeared on Don's face. For a few seconds, he had looked really murderous! And she wondered if his urbane outward appearance concealed an ugly, animal-like temper that could easily explode on anyone who happened to brush him the wrong way.
And she thought again of his earlier words and wondered if he was in her debt for something which might make him angry with her-if he ever thought he could get away with it?
"Home at last!" Don brought the sporty car to a quick halt outside a smart apartment block in the West 160's. The buildings overlooked Fort Washington Park, the George Washington Bridge, the river, and (when the weather was clear) the New Jersey shore.
Terri couldn't help revealing about one inch of naked thigh as she scooted out of the seat, which Don noticed with some interest. He had rushed around to open the door for her, then took her hand as they walked into the posh lobby of the tall apartment building. The desk clerk glanced up and greeted them both by name! Terri was obviously no stranger to Don's apartment. The man was even bold enough to give Terri a knowing smile as Don looked the other way. Had she been intimate with the desk clerk too?
Don escorted her into the elevator, and Terri was impressed and confused both when she saw him punch the button marked "Penthouse." They seemed to zoom up to the top floor of the building. And once inside the fabulous penthouse, she was even more impressed by the smell of money that it conveyed. But then Don Glenn should have a lot of money, she realized.
In a matter of only two or three minutes, Don was serving her his special drink. Terri took it with a smile and sipped slowly at the contents, holding the delicate stem between her forefinger and thumb. The drink was very good and had a licorice taste to it that gave off a distinctive and yet not quite definable aroma. It was the kind of drink Terri could finish quickly and ask for more. It went down so easily that it hardly tasted alcoholic.
"It's delicious!" she exclaimed, looking up at Don with a reciprocated smile of intimacy. "How do you make it?"
"My own, special, secret recipe," he told her. "And I'll never reveal the secret either. I learned it from an Algerian bartender in a very exclusive club in Paris when I was doing some TV tapes there."
Terri giggled softly. In the actor's chic and well furnished apartment she felt more at ease. Don had either got a keen sense of taste or he had employed a firm of high-class interior decorators to transform the four walls of his living quarters into a virtual paradise of modern luxury. Fluffy black rugs littered the parquet floor, stereo equipment played a continual, soothing relay of background music, book shelves and objects d'art were prominently displayed. And yet the room seemed lived-in-not merely an artificial reconstruction of a Sunday color supplement. Don belonged here, Terri felt. He blended perfectly with the decor and its accoutrements; a perfect symbol of the age-virile, famous, a huge army of fans and yet part of life, not merely a projection of it.
"Why did you decide to become an actor?" she asked him curiously. Don smiled again. He sat on the arm of Terri's chair and began to stroke her long, blonde hair.
"I thought you knew, darling," he murmured. "I like to play with people's emotions. Make them feel excited, give them something to brighten their drab little lives!"
As he spoke, his hand played leisurely with the nape of her neck, his long, artistic fingers stroking gently, coaxingly across the girl's soft flesh. Terri shuddered with pleasure. There was something special about his touch. It made her feel strangely weak and helpless. And the fact that she realized he was deliberately putting on an act with her only gave Terri's emotions a stronger thrill.
"It makes you excited, too, doesn't it?" she whispered. Her eyes felt hot and the lashes closed almost involuntarily as the man's hand slipped around to her throat and began to slide slowly and gently down the front of her dress. "You aren't just acting when you play love scenes, are you, Don?"
His mouth came to her ear, his lips working carefully through the silky sheen of her hair so that they could move sexily against the lobe.
"I have no secrets from you, Terri." His tongue slid forward, darting wetly into the girl's ear and licking sensuously around the small, delicately shaped orifice. "When I'm in front of the camera or on stage, it's for real ... the same way this is real!"
He turned her face towards him, kissing hungrily at her soft, pliant lips, urging them apart so that his tongue could explore the girl's mouth. While they kissed, Don's other hand closed around her breast. It fondled with an urgent need at the round globe, his fingers pressing between her bra and the bare, creamy skin of her bosom.
Terri had thought that Jack was oversexed! Now, under the pressure of Don's mouth, feeling the actor's hand caressing her breast and lovingly provoking her nipple, she realized that this mature, skillful man was a hundred times more passionate and inventive!
He brought her slowly and exquisitely to an aroused state, delaying his own pleasure so that the girl could enjoy the lingering movement of his fingers; working on the erotic zones of her body like a true artist.
And Terri, perhaps due to the contents of the cocktail which he had prepared for her, was only too eager to give herself completely to Don's desires. She allowed him to take over, moving her limbs in strict obedience to his desire, letting him ease her down off the chair and lay her gently on the soft-carpeted floor.
Terri's eyes closed in passive acquiescence, the girl felt cushions being placed strategically under her. One supported her head, another tucked firmly beneath her buttocks, raising them, lifting her dress so that the hem rode to the crotch of her panties.
Don smiled as he unbuttoned his shirt and stripped to I'll his underpants. Beneath the tight, monogrammed garment his prick rose in a powerful erection-throbbing steadily.
In a moment or two, Terri's mouth was covered once more, his lips pressing firmly against her teeth and licking across them until she sighed and let him enter her mouth again. This time, his tongue penetrated almost immediately to the back of her throat, making Terri gasp as she received the wriggling, wet invader.
Her hands came up to his bare shoulders, thrusting at them, trying to make Don move away a little and let her breathe. But he persisted; bearing down on her, his body sliding over to cover hers, his full weight sprawling uncomfortably until Terri felt choked and almost suffocated.
Fear started to pulse through her mind. Was his earlier gentleness only a mask? Did he intend to possess her roughly, crudely? Forcing her to submit to his desire, conscious only of his own pleasure now that he had her excited?
His cock was bulging between her naked thighs, hot and strong, its sharply outlined length throbbing powerfully as it lay pointing sexily towards her panty-covered cunt. Then, as Terri started to struggle in earnest, Don abruptly took his mouth away from hers and whispered: .
"Don't you want to do it this way?"
She shook her head. "Not so rough, darling!" she pleaded. "I'd like you to be soft and tender with me-please?"
Don's white teeth flashed in an understanding smile. At once, the weight of his body eased as he rested on his elbows and kissed the corner of Terri's mouth, his lips sucking the soft skin inwards and his tongue licking daintily on the flesh.
His hands traveled down over her breasts, pausing to shape and mold the tingling, excited nipples and then busy themselves with the buttons of her dress. Terri relaxed again. She kept her fingers on the muscular, bronze shoulders; stroking the powerful flesh in a dreamy, loving caress.
Don helped her slip out of the sleeves of her dress. He I lay on his side now, studying the curves of her body, his hand on her bare midriff. Gradually and without betraying the least excitement himself, the actor stroked up the side of her waist until his fingers touched the red swelling of Terri's nipple, which was sticking upwards beneath the white cup of her brassiere.
Don closed his forefinger and thumb around the stem, pinching slowly but tighdy, producing a murmur of pleasure from the relaxed, trembling girl.
His other hand slipped smoothly beneath her body and worked expertly with the clasp, releasing the bra straps and allowing his fingers complete access to the wonderful, voluptuous flesh of her breast.
Instead of caressing the globe, Don drew his hand away for a moment. When Terri opened her eyes in protest at this interruption, he kissed them shut again.
"Just a moment, darling," he begged. "I've got a little surprise for you."
Puzzled, Terri shut her eyes and waited. She could hear a strange, indistinct sound, like the slap of rubber gloves being drawn on. And when, seconds later, she felt a curious sensation on her belly Terri then understood that this was precisely what Don had been doing!
A pair of slick, tight-fitting surgical gloves had been pulled onto his hands, stretching snugly to the fingers, transparent and oddly exciting as they began to move gently over her bare flesh.
Terri wriggled sinuously, unable to repress a shudder of delight as he started to massage her nude breasts. The texture of the rubber gloves made the nipples perk up outstandingly, causing her crotch to ache with itchy tension. She trembled constantly, her entire body responding to the strange feeling of having her nipples titillated by so bizarre a caress.
When one of Don's hands began to move down again towards her cunt, the girl had to fight hard to stop herself from squirming away. Delicately, Don unrolled her panties until the taut waistband was stretched across Terri's sex lips. The blonde pubic hair sprouted in a neat triangle, letting the red slit peep through them, puffy and already moist with sex dew.
Gently, the man pushed his forefinger up and down the ridge of her cunt, pushing the lips apart. Terri cried aloud with pleasure as the slick texture of the rubber entered her pussy. It slid slowly, very slowly up into the hole, probing in every direction, giving her vulva a thorough, searching examination.
And while he gently frigged the wet orifice, Don's free hand felt behind Terri's back, aided by the cushion which was supporting the girl's body. He got his fingers over the supple orbs of her ass; kneading and massaging the lovely spheres of flesh and gradually opening them so that he could touch and fondle the fluted intimacy of her anus.
As he caressed her with his hands, Don bent his mouth to Terri's right breast. Taking the nipple between his lips, he sucked long and deep on the ripe red morsel, extending it as fully as possible, making the lovely cherry grow stiff and hard under his tongue.
Terri's anus and cunt were afire with passion now, as Don's fingers plunged deeper and deeper into the twin hearts of her body. The rubber gloves gave his fondling an air of superficial clinicism; but although he wore a doctor's thin finger-shield, his exploration of her ass and cunt was far from medical.
Lubricated by the girl's juices, the man's fingers frigged in and out of Terri's holes, worming around and around, exciting the tender young meat until it pulsed erotically.
She shivered with desire, her vulnerable spots teased and tormented by the generous and painstaking caress.
But when she seemed about to explode with her orgasm, Don stopped. He brought her skillfully to the very point of climax, rubbing the walls of her cunt and anus until he felt the girl shuddering throughout her body with tension. And then the actor carefully slowed the rhythm of his fingers ... not quite ceasing the manipulation of Terri's sex organs, but decreasing the tension so that she maintained her excitement without passing its zenith.
Again, he lowered his almost naked body on top of hers; drawing back the waistband of his shorts so that the length of his prick soared out from its encasement. Terri was still wearing her own panties, but they were now in such a state of disorder that she might have been completely naked for all the use they were to her.
Don quickly stripped them down the girl's legs, using his foot to thrust the skimpy bundle of silk over her ankles. Blissfully, she let him do whatever he wished; spreading her beautifully white thighs so that her open cunt was fully exposed to the man's cock.
He fondled her legs, taking his time over the caress so that every inch of Terri's supple limbs was given a massage by his expert hands. She linked her arms around his neck and drew his face against her own, the sweetness of her breath blowing in Don's mouth as she parted her soft lips and pushed the pinkness of her tongue forward in willing intimacy.
By this time, Don's hands were beneath her buttocks, pressing the voluptuous cheeks, opening and closing them so that the sleek flesh tightened around Terri's cunt lips; thrusting the pursed slit out in a bulgy, tempting display of gorgeous sex flesh.
Still wearing the rubber gloves, he pushed one finger into the tight little anus, leisurely turning the digit around and around until-finally-it began to disappear into the snugness of Terri's ass-hole.
She winced with pain, her body stiffening slightly as the pressure built up in her anus; feeling hot and unnaturally crammed with a foreign invader, uncomfortably full of Don's masculine finger. But after a while, after he applied his tongue to her mouth and began to kiss her into submission, Terri learned to accept the ass-frigging he was giving her. She even started to wiggle her hips, squirming her taut buttocks around so that his digit penetrated more securely.
Don's prick was stuck at an angle alongside her raw, deep-red cunt; thrusting upwards so that the underside of its length was rubbing firmly against the moist exposure of her sex hole. But although she could feel it so temptingly close to her pussy, Terri longed for the thick, rigid flesh to slide right into the hole itself; she realized that her clitoris was growing more and more provoked, the little button stiffening up!
Her juices were flowing, too, but although Don kept pushing his prick up and down, the friction making her dizzy with desire, he seemed to be in no hurry at all to complete their intercourse.
Their bodies were getting wet and slippery. The heat of their bellies as they rubbed and pressed together made rivulets of moisture drip down onto the man's cock, soothing the fiery redness as it fucked up and down on Terri's hard pubic mound.
"Fuck me, darling!" she whispered at last. "Please ... oh Don, I want it so much!"
He licked around the inside of her mouth with the point of his tongue. "Not yet, darling. Surely you don't want to spoil everything just yet?"
Spoil everything! Terri's head started to whirl with frustration. The finger which was playing so intimately with the inner region of her ass-hole showed no sign of relenting, and Don's tongue was doing everything possible to keep her at a fever pitch of excitement. And yet he wanted to deny her the greatest pleasure of ah!
Disappointment built up in Terri's mind like a tidal wave of despair. She could feel it breaking on the beach of her consciousness, the booming surf of her frustration both maddening and unbearable!
Suddenly, she reacted to Don's deliberate teasing!
Releasing his neck, she fought both her hands down between their bodies and grabbed his prick tightly! Wriggling her ass, Terri struggled to fit the raging, throbbing stick into her cunt, aided by the cushions which were still supporting her buttocks.
To her horror, the man tensed himself and pulled his body away from hers!
Terri cried aloud with anguish, an animal moan drawn from the depths of her being as she felt the hot cock snatched from her anxious fingers.
"Wait!" he ordered sternly. And a change had come over Don's features now, his face had undergone a rather frightening transformation, changing from the concerned, friendly smile of a lover to something which Terri couldn't quite understand. It was like a mask now, a horrible, tight-lipped mask which stared down at her mockingly. She shivered, wondering what was going on behind the man's rather cold blue eyes.
"You're not in control of yourself today, Terri," Don told the girl. Swiftly, he pinned her wrists tightly and held them in a surprisingly strong grip so that she couldn't move her hands or arms so much as an inch.
"Don't!" she begged, staring up into his wide merciless eyes. "Don't spoil everything, darling!" And then she realized that she had used Don's very words. He thought that she was upsetting their intimacy, and she thought that he was spoiling their pleasure!
It also occurred to the girl that-in Don's eyes-she must be behaving very oddly. She supposed that there was more to their sex relations than straight-forward inter-' course; and she waited fearfully to discover what he in-l tended to do.
As soon as he felt the girl relax beneath his body, Don; eased the pressure of his grip. He remained on top of her-and she could still feel the pulse of his prick as it beat steadily on the mound of her hairy pubis-but Don made no attempt to fuck his way into her cunt.
Reaching beyond her into a cupboard beneath the bookshelves, he brought out a coil of silk-spun rope and proceeded to bind her wrists very securely behind her back!
Terri moistened her lips and submitted to the ordeal. H she protested too violently, she told herself, he would grow suspicious. He might even guess that she wasn't in command of herself, that she was suffering some kind of: mental disorder.
Now, he probably thought that her protestations were simply part of the act! She tested her bonds, wriggling her arms and tried to find out if she could struggle free of her own accord.
They held, refusing to give an inch! To all intents and purposes, Terri was utterly at the mercy of her supposed lover!
He sat back and admired his handiwork for a moment or two. Then Don grinned.
"You had me worried for a moment, darling!" he exclaimed. "I'm supposed to be the actor-not you!" Then, like a chameleon, his expression changed once more, this time becoming sly and gloating; his eyes traveling so slowly and hotly over Vanessa's utterly exposed body that the girl could feel goose pimples breaking out on her flesh!
She still didn't quite understand what was going to happen, even though Don's manner indicated that he wanted to have her in a position where she couldn't object to anything he might try to do.
But when he gathered up two further coils of the white, silky rope and proceeded to tie both her ankles to the legs of a wide, Victorian-styled armchair, Terri grew really afraid. For all she knew, she might be in the hands of a homicidal maniac, she thought wildly! Cliff could do anything to her, anything at all!
I He had stood up after completing the task of rendering Terri helpless. He now peeled down his shorts and tossed them aside, placing both legs astride over the girl's chest I and fondling his prick thoughtfully.
Terri looked exceedingly beautiful, he mused, her long, shapely legs stretched out in a wide, abandoned attitude, her wrists firmly bound at her back. And a brief tremor of affection passed through him as he thought how kind Terri was to play his little games so willingly, without any ! fuss, without any recrimination!
But the moment quickly passed, the desire to dominate springing foremost to his mind as Don surveyed the attractive, helpless female who awaited his attentions, who would submit to every whim that might occur to him, who would allow herself to be humiliated and mastered until he had exhausted his bizarre urges.
Don fingered and mauled her charms without pausing for a second, either to consider her own feelings or to gather his breath. He pinched her nipples cruelly; he sucked and bit them until they were almost bleeding from the sharpness of his teeth; he fondled her cunt-still wearing the skin-tight rubber gloves-making her writhe and twist in a frantic effort to stop the awful tickling.
Throughout the ordeal, he kept up a constant stream of verbal abuse, belittling her charms, coldly criticizing the shape of her breasts, the size of her cunt; sneering and laughing at the most intimate zones of her body until Terri was very close to tears.
When the first phase of his passion abated, the handsome actor forced her to suck his limp cock back to erection, holding her ears and twisting them roughly while he rammed his prick forcibly into her mouth and drove it in and out between the wide stretch of her pretty pink lips.
She was his slave, he told her, a humble, worthless menial who must obey his every command, or die! And terrible though the experience was, Terri realized only too well that he might-he just might!-be capable of carrying out his threat!
She kept herself from screaming, stifled the anguish which kept bubbling to her lips, and cooperated fully with every one of the man's strange desires.
Don finally knelt beside her, leaning forward so that his incredibly thick and vibrating prick was lying on the soft top of Terri's thigh, and stroked his hand down the hairy mound which topped her cunt. With the girl's legs parted, her fine young slit was peeled open almost completely. Although he could have inserted his fingers into the gash with ease, Don chose to toy with the girl's pussy for a while, merely rubbing his index finger slowly up and down the sweet, faintly pulsing slit without actually penetrating it.
This tantalizing caress drove Terri hysterical! The brutality, the roughness of his fondling she had been able to withstand; this was altogether different!
Starting with a high-pitched bout of giggling, the girl gradually accelerated into a terrible, out-of-control scream, a scream that was evidently the signal Don had been waiting for.
He swiftly positioned himself between her open thighs and stuck his cock deep into the well-provoked, sweaty hole of Terri's cunt. Lunging forward with all his might, he fucked her, laying his head on her right breast and moaning uncontrollably as his prick thrust in and out, in and out.
How she longed to embrace him! Her arms straining harder than ever at her bonds, to no avail! But there was nothing to keep her from raising her hips and joining with him in a long, sustained fucking; their passions finally erupting as Terri felt his sperm shooting hot and powerfully into her vagina.
After coming, he lost no time in releasing Terri from her bondage and cuddling the trembling girl warmly to his exhausted body. She quivered in his arms like a frightened baby bird, scarcely able to believe that this wasn't some terrible nightmare, thinking that she would, surely, awake and find she had been dreaming.
"Oh, you were marvelous, Terri!" he sighed. "You're so understanding, so wonderful!" He kissed her, a grateful, thankful kiss on her cheek, but she struggled free of his embrace almost at once, recoiling from her contact with him.
"You filthy pig!" she shrilled. "You're not a man! You're not even a good lover! All you think about is your own pleasure! You don't give a damn about me!"
In a rush, Terri's frustration returned. Stronger than ever before, her desire provoked beyond endurance by the lack of fulfillment she had received, the girl snatched up her clothes and dressed blindly, tears of anger and outrage blurring her vision.
He stared at her, complete disbelief written all over his face.
"What ... what are you talking about?" Don protested. He raised himself up on one elbow, his handsome forehead creased in a genuinely perplexed frown. "This is what you like, darling! It's what we always do!" He held out his arms pleadingly. "Soon, after we've rested awhile, it'll be your turn, your turn to treat me as your slave!
"Look!. " His hands began to shake as he saw-uncomprehendingly-that Terri was serious, that this wasn't an act she was putting on to add spice to their pleasure. "Look, I'll start now if you like, darling."
And the idol of a million teenagers scrabbled pitifully at Terri's feet, his lips and his tongue kissing at the girl's shoe.
With an oath, Terri drew her foot back and kicked him sharply, the toe of her slim high-heeled shoe connecting with his jaw. He fell back in amazement, more shocked than actually hurt, certain that he had gone insane! This wasn't the Terri Foster he knew so well, Don thought wildly. She didn't behave like this. She had been the one to suggest these little games. Now it seemed as if she was horrified and disgusted by them.
Thoroughly sobered by her experience, Terri rushed out of the apartment. In the hall, waiting for the elevator to arrive, she glanced nervously back at the closed door, fearful that he might pursue her and demand an explanation.
But the door remained enigmatically closed, and she stepped into the elevator and was whisked to the ground floor without seeing him again. The clock in the downstairs lobby told her that it was almost five o'clock; warning her that time was rapidly running out. Soon, she knew, everyone would be aware of her amnesia, and it became more important than ever to Terri that she discover herself before that happened.
"Oh, Miss Foster!" the desk clerk called out softly to her, glancing all around to be sure he was not overhead by anyone. There was not another person in the lobby.
"Yes ... what is it?" she said, puzzled, but intrigued wondering if now was the time that something would jog her memory back into existence. She walked over to the desk slowly, anxiously.
The clerk, a young man of no more than twenty-five was not bad looking-wavy brown hair and a "clean-cut" look about him, a cheap but new suit.
"Miss Foster ... I just wanted to be sure you're all right. I'll never forget the night I had to call an ambulance and make up that story about you falling down the steps for Mr. Glenn."
"Yes ... well, I'd hardly forget it either," Terri stuttered, trying to think how she could drag more out of him. "But I was so ... I had so much to drink that time too. It was last ... oh, gosh ... when was it ... exactly?"
"Two weeks ago today," he said, then smiled very intimately and squeezed her hand very briefly. "Mr. Glenn was sure glad you or I didn't tell the cops. He give me a hundred dollar bill the next morning. And ... he showed me the rock he bought for you. Wow! A full caret diamond ring! Say? How come you're not wearing it?"
"Oh ... it didn't quite fit," Terri lied, suddenly remembering that she had seen several diamond rings and other expensive jewelry in a box on her dresser. "Was I ... hurt very badly ... in your opinion, I mean?"
"No, you were lucky, Miss Foster," the young clerk said, his face blushing slightly. "I was just getting off, remember? I followed the ambulance down to the hospital, and then I drove you home after the doc checked you over and put some medicine on your ... uh, the places you were hurt. You sure gave me a good reward after I took you up to your place, Miss Foster. You haven't forgotten that, have you?"
"No ... no, indeed," Terri struggled to sound believable. "I think you're ... you're quite a man, the way you took care of me. I like the way you're hung, darling. You're a very virile, potent, young man. Maybe we can do it again sometime...."
"Huh?" the clerk shouted, a very puzzled look on his face. "Miss Foster! You don't remember! I can't get a hard-on! You told me it was all right ... and you sucked me off. Say? Have you got amnesia? Maybe you ought to see a doctor. Mr. Glenn must have done something ... you want I should call a doctor?"
"No! No ... I'm all right!" Terri exclaimed with sudden fear at the word "amnesia" and the fact that this young clerk could see her true condition. "It's just that I ... I was really more out of it that night than I appeared. I ... I have to hurry to an appointment. I'll see you again...."
"Yeah," the man said disconsolately, but then managed a smile and yelled to hebefore she got to the door, "I'll be working; days for two months now. I get off at six. Call me anytime."