Chapter 5
"You don't own me!" flared Vanessa. "I can fuck whoever I want to. You don't have any right to tell me what to do!"
He slapped her again.
The open-handed blow sent her reeling across the rumpled bed. It didn't hurt, not exactly, but it surprised her. The calmness Summers displayed got to her, too. She'd expected him to rant and rave, shout at her, maybe even threaten to leave her alone at the party to fend for herself. Nothing of the sort happened. When he spoke, it was in quiet, measured tones.
"I don't own you. But you belong to me. You don't deserve anyone as good as I am. But you do belong to me."
"Bullshit!" She laughed nervously, trying to chase away some of the fear she felt with false bravado. "I belong to myself. I'm my own woman."
"You gave that up when you came to work for me. You knew the rules."
"Rules?" the dark-haired young woman said in disbelief. "Nothing was ever said about me being your exclusive sexual property."
"You knew it, though. And you have violated the terms of that unspoken agreement. Therefore, you must be punished for it."
Vanessa felt a surge inside her un-like anything she'd ever experienced before. It was almost as if an orgasm had smashed through her tender young body. She felt vividly the outline of his hand on her cheek now. It was a delayed reaction, and the blow burned fiercely. She reached up to touch the damage spot and found Summers' steely fingers clamped around her slender wrist.
"You must be severely disciplined," he added a menacing voice.
Vanessa felt fear for the first time.
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"You'll see."
He grabbed her and threw her full length on the bed. Her skirt hiked up again, showing graphically that she wore no panties. Her pussy lips were still bright pink from the fucking the clerk had given her. But Vanessa didn't think about any of that. Summers grabbed her and pinned her flat on the bed, the tortured springs squeaking under their combined weight.
"You can't do anything to me. I...I'll scream! There are a dozen people out there. Fifty! They'll come and stop you!"
"And what will they see?" he taunted her. "They'll see a hysterical bitch. They il believe you became distraught, and I was only trying to calm you. But they won't come in. Not this crowd."
"Why not?" demanded Vanessa, fearing Summers was right.
"This type of thing goes on all the time at these parties. They'll merely think we're becoming a little too exuberant."
The lovely girl tried to get away and failed. The politician's powerful body held her firmly on the bed now. She felt her breath coming faster, harsher, more frightened than ever. She felt like a bird fleeing from a hawk. She was the prey. She was trapped. She wasn't going anywhere until this cruel, powerful man allowed her to do so.
Allowed her.
The words echoed through her mind as if a gong had sounded. He "allowed her" to do things. She was no longer free to do them on her own. She'd wanted to show Clayton Summers that he wasn't the biggest thing in her life, and it had backfired. He had her in a position to do whatever he wanted to her.
And he would.
He came to her, bent over and firmly kissed her full on the lips. She struggled, then let her ruby lips drift open just a little. This was all the invitation the man needed. His tongue came rushing into her mouth.
For long minutes, their tongues erotically dueled. She pushed his tongue out of the way and invaded his mouth. The man's saliva tasted sweeter than any wine. She thought she was getting drunk on it. When his tongue came and wrapped itself around hers, she began a slow, deliberate stroking motion.
This was more like she'd come to expect. No rough treatment, no horrible threats. Just nice kissing followed up by a good fucking. This was what she'd wanted to achieve in the first place. And it had worked! Clayton was responding to her!
Rough pink tongue fondling tongue, she pushed both their passions to the breaking point. She hated herself for cooperating with this brutal man, but she couldn't help herself. For all her need to escape, she had an even greater need to be used by her boss.
Vanessa tried to force him away, but he only moved his lips down to the deep canyon between her tits. The sensation arrowing into her chest was almost painful in its intensity. If Summers' tongue were dipped in acid, it couldn't have given the lovely girl greater stimulation. He worked up one snowy slope of titflesh and began sucking hard on her nipple.
His lightest tongue-touch made the dark-haired young woman catch her breath. He was expert at shoving her passions to a fever pitch. The man slowly lapped along a curving path down one cone and up the other. Then he pounced. He totally engulfed the entire tip of her tit.
Once posted there, he began working on the captured nipple with his teeth. He bit down hard enough to hurt. And this perversely stimulated her. Running his teeth over Vanessa's sensitive nubbin of nipple, he tormented and hurt her until she was openly crying.
"My...my chest is on fire. It feels like it's filled with liquid fire and it's all pooling in my lungs!"
The man was too busy devouring those succulent mounds of tit flesh to answer. He wanted her tits all crammed into his mouth where he could taste them. The flesh was slightly tangy with the salt of her sweat. He licked it all up eagerly.
But he wanted those mounds of her tits in his mouth. He tried to swallow one entire mountain of tit. He failed. And this enraged him.
"You stupid cunt!" he bellowed, slapping her hard enough to make her head ring.
When Vanessa managed to get her senses back, the man towered over her, a can of shaving cream in one hand and a straight razor in the other. She was stunned. All she could think of was Clayton Summers cutting her throat.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she stammered.
"Shave you."
"But I don't have a beard," she said in a quavering voice.
"This has got to go." He reached down and grabbed a handful of pussy fur and jerked. She screamed as pain ripped into her belly from the brutal grip. He pulled harder and forced her onto her shoulders. Legs spread obscenely wide, her bush was exposed to his eager gaze. Hands trembling, he stroked over the lustrous, fleecy pussy mound until the girl plaintively begged, "Stop, oh, please, Clayton, don't do this to me! I won't ever cheat on you again. I promise!"
"Shut up, bitch. I'm gonna make you look a helluva lot more attractive. Lean back, and let me work on your pussy."
His hands slid forward and began diddling her clit. The sudden flash of delight that leaped through her made the teenager gasp for breath. She closed her eyes and just drifted with the feelings running wild in her cunt.
She felt the shaving cream caress her most delicate flesh. Some of it even got into her pussy and burned just the slightest bit. But it felt good, cool, arousing. Then came the harsh scraping of the straight razor across her cunt lips. She screamed but didn't try to kick free. She didn't want her pussy lips sliced off.
"That's it," he said, dropping her legs. She looked down between her slender white thighs and saw her once-thick pussy mound shaved clean. Only gleaming pink flesh remained behind.
"My pussy fur," she sobbed. She felt more violated than ever before, . "his was more degrading than anything else he had done to her. Vanessa could hardly believe Clayton had shaved her cunt like this.
A sharp intake of air caused her to open her eyes again. The man was licking his lips in anticipation.
"God, I never thought that would change you so much. You're just like a tiny girl now. No pussy fur or anything. I...I gotta fuck you quick!"
She grunted as he threw himself full length on top of her body. His weight shoved her down into the bed, but it was his erect cock, driving hard up her cunt, that really excited her. Vanessa couldn't understand the changes in her. She loved this! She should hate it, but the thought of being abused and humiliated like this, the idea of forced sex-rape!-but she didn't. Instead, it drove her wild with need.
"Shaved cunt, by God, a shaved pussy!" he kept muttering to himself over and over, his cock flying like the wind as it surged in and out of her tight cunt.
The friction mounted so rapidly, Vanessa wasn't able to fully handle her own emotions. She simply let the wondrous feelings of being fucked wash over her. She came, amid shrieks and groans of carnal delight. This was the way it should be, she thought. A man shoving his long, hard cock all the way up her juicy pussy.
But not just any man. This was her boss. He was powerful politically as well as physically. He could force her to do anything he wanted. But Vanessa had to admit to herself that for him she'd do anything, anything at all, no matter how degrading or awful. She loved him more than life itself and giving him pleasure was at the top of her list.
Only in this way did she feel even a bit of the power he wielded.
Struggling against the spike of cock impaling her, Vanessa shoved her hips downward as hard as she could. It was suddenly important-vital-that she get as much of Summers' manly prick into her as possible.
Her fingernails raked long, bloody streaks on his back. Neither of them noticed. They were too busy enjoying the feelings building in their loins.
"Harder, fuck me harder!" she gasped. Gone was all thought of the people joyously getting drunk in the next room. Gone was all thought of trying to escape this man's brutal attentions. If this was rape, she was getting off on it in a big way. Her fingers sought a grip on his broad back. She had to pull him down even more into her body. The only thing in her universe was his cock surging back and forth like a piston in her well-greased pussy.
His chest rubbed suggestively over her tits. The hair matting his chest tickled and tormented her nipples. Most of all, the weight pressing down on her, mashed her tits flat.
Summers pulled himself erect and looked down into Vanessa's brilliant green eyes. She was so like a small girl now, a girl much younger. He could imagine she was only ten or twelve years old with her shaved pussy. The size of her tits put the lie to this, but he was able to imagine her totally dependent on him for her erotic pleasures.
He drove his cock into her blast-furnace-hot cunt with short, rapid strokes. He rammed with strokes designed to spark her inner fires and bring out the maximum amount of pleasure as fast as possible. He could string her out with slow, long, deep strokes or he could push her all the way to orgasm in a hurry. He was in control. He dominated the young secretary totally.
As Vanessa arched her back, he rose up. With her legs locked around his waist, he was able to pull her ass up onto the tops of his thighs. She was completely bowed, her shoulders flat on the bed. Best of all, he could watch his cock going in and out of her shaved pussy.
The man had to swallow hard to keep from losing all his iron control. The very sight of that naked cunt was enough to get him off. His tight, tumbling balls were already complaining bitterly about being locked up for so long.
They wanted to send out their fierce tide of come.
The friction of his rapid fucking had already taken its toll on this lovely girl. The warmth flooded her cunt and blasted forth into her belly. Vanessa shoved her crotch down firmly into his as she came. The number of times she came was uncoun hie. All that mattered was grinding her naked pussy over his thick bush. The smoothness of her cunt was a brand new experience for her. As her cunt juice trickled out from between her pursed pussy lips, it lubricated her hairless cunt mound.
When his fingers pressed down across the stubble left by his razor, she shivered as if with cold. But it was a hot flash of lightning lancing into her. He had unerringly found the little spire of her clit. Giving it a good going over, Summers nudged her closer and closer to another orgasm.
"like that, don't you?" he demanded.
"Oh, yes, yes! Keep fucking me. Your cock, ohhhhhh! I'm burning up from your cock!"
He laughed and pulled his prick from her tensed, drooling pussy. She went berserk from the deprivation. Being denied his hard-fucking cock was still another way he had of tormenting her. And this was one the dark-haired young woman couldn't stand!
"No, fuck me, keep fucking!"
"You'll get enough of it, you stupid cunt!" he cried out. The words shocked Vanessa, even in the throes of her wild passion. She started to struggle to get away from Summers but he was too strong for her. He caught her slender wrists in a vise-grip and fucked her like a madman.
She moaned and sobbed as his powerful prick reamed out her tender pussy. She felt the friction searing her tender inner cunt until she wanted to cry out in pain.
Vanessa came hard.
The orgasm racked her body. The feeling of being helpless fed the fires raging inside her. She couldn't understand it. He treated her like shit. He shaved her pussy. And then he fucked her. He took his pleasure with her, never once thinking if she would enjoy it.
This was totally contrary to everything Vanessa had come to believe. Women's Lib. The right to dignity. The right to choose how she fucked and with whom.
Clayton Summers took all that away from her and fucked her like she was nothing more than a slave, given by God for his personal pleasure.
And she came again.
When the hot rush of his jism gushed into her cunt, she collapsed into a tired little pile on the bed, crushed and beaten into submission.
His prick pulled out of her still convulsing cunt and limply swung between his legs. She watched in fascination as a last drop of gooey white come dripped onto the now-rumpled bed.
"We're going to my house. Get dressed. You're a fucking mess."
Vanessa obeyed, wondering why. As they left the party, no one even looked their way. It was as if all the powerful, important people gathered here had an unspoken agreement about things like this.
Things like raping secretaries.
And they all kept silent.