Chapter 7
The phone calls abruptly stopped. Jann realized that it was because her ad in the sex tabloid had not been renewed. She had earned enough money to ease some of the financial burden, but at least a thousand dollars more was necessary to get them completely out of debt. She considered placing another ad, but before she took action, she received one more call.
"My name is Edward," the caller informed her in a voice that sounded impressively distinguished. "I was wondering if you'd be available any day this week?"
"Yes," Jann replied enthusiastically. "Would tomorrow be convenient?"
"Tomorrow would be splendid," he agreed. "I'll be needing you the entire afternoon."
"Where are you located?"
"I live on Briarcliff Road in the Sherwood Estates. Are you acquainted with the area?"
"Yes, of course," said Jann excitedly, Sherwood Estates being the most exclusive development of houses in the county. Edward had to be rich.
"Mine is the red brick house," Edward elaborated. "It's easy to find."
"What time?"
"Shall we make it one p.m.?"
"One would be fine."
It had been nearly a week since the bachelor party and Jann was fully recovered, eager to get back to hustling. Prior to her appointment with Edward, she bathed in scented oils and dressed in her sexiest lingerie and tight, low-cut black dress.
She was on time for the rendezvous, having no difficulty finding Briarcliff Road or the impressive red brick house situated at the top of a grassy hill. She emerged from her car and was greeted at the door by a smiling gentleman of about fifty with silvery hair, medium build and dressed in an impeccably tailored sports jacket, slacks and scarf. "You must be Daisy," he declared with obvious satisfaction.
"And you must be Edward," she replied just as warmly.
"How wonderful of you to come," he said pleasantly, ushering her into the house. "You're even lovelier than I had imagined."
"Thank you," Jann smiled, gazing about her at the many rooms off the main hallway, each opulently decorated. "This is quite a house," she remarked.
"Glad you approve. Would you like a drink?" Edward offered.
"You needn't bother," she declined.
"It's no bother," he assured her. "I'm planning to pour myself some wine. Care to join me?"
"All right," she finally relented, following him to the bar in the spacious living room.
"Do you live here alone?" Jann asked as he poured her drink.
Edward laughed softly. "In this great big house? Of course not. I live here with my wife. We also have a live-in housekeeper."
"Where is your wife?"
"Away on a business trip," he replied, handing her the glass of wine. "We both work. That's how we can afford to live in the lap of luxury."
"And the housekeeper?" wondered Jann, taking a sip.
"On vacation."
"Convenient," Jann muttered, then made a sour face.
"What's wrong?" asked Edward. "The wine's bitter."
"Perhaps a poor vintage. Would you prefer something sweeter?" he suggested.
"No, that's all right." Jann took another sip.
Edward put his own glass to his lips and quickly gulped down every drop of his wine. "Tastes fine to me," he said with a strange smile.
Jann began to see double. "What's going on?" she asked, putting her hand to her head.
"You've been drugged," Edward replied nonchalantly.
"What?" she cried, the room spinning.
"That's right," he said. "You're going to pass out in a few moments."
"But why?"
"So that I can do what I want to you. So that you won't be able to resist."
Jann tried to turn and run, but stumbled hopelessly to the floor. Edward hovered over her. "Relax, whore," he cruelly intoned. "I'm going to use you. I'm going to degrade and humiliate you. I'm going to fuck you inside and out. I'm going to run your cunt through the wringer."
"Please...." she begged, too dizzy to keep her eyes open. "Don't ... hurt me."
"Shut your face, slut!" he shouted. "You're just a piece of filthy whore meat. You deserve what I'm going to do to you."
"No...." she gasped, then passed out.
When Jann awoke, she felt the tightness of rope knots around her wrists and ankles. She was lying face-down on a bed. Her clothes had been torn from her flesh. All that remained were her black silk stockings and garter belt. She was tied to each post of the bed, spread-eagle on her stomach.
Jann hysterically sought to free herself of the bonds that entrapped her.
"It's no use," Edward cackled. "You can't escape. You're my slave. I'm your master."
Edward walked around the bed so that Jann couldn't see him or know exactly when he would strike. Her body tensed with terrified anticipation and he was delighted with her helpless captivity. "Scared, aren't you?" he laughed. "You don't know when it's coming. It could be now, it could be much later ... I might humiliate you all day and all night...."
Jann squirmed, as if pleading with him to do it and get it over with. Then she was struck with the paralyzing fear that perhaps he had more in mind than mere verbal brutality. No one knew she was there. No one could hear her scream. He could kill her and there'd be no way to stop him.
"Cunt!" he suddenly shouted. "Soft...." he whispered, touching her bare shoulders, back and buttocks, tracing the curve of her spine and inserting his finger in her anus. He bent down to kiss the back of her neck, then ran his lips along her ribs, around her waist to the alabaster cheeks of her ass.
Edward laughed hysterically. "You have a gorgeous ass. I'm going to enjoy sodomizing you.
"The time has come, my queen of sluts," he declared. "Time for the fucking of the whore."
Jann braced herself for what promised to be a harrowing experience. She listened as he removed each article of clothing, then felt the mattress flex as he climbed onto the bed, assuming his position between the backs of her legs. His hands grasped her thighs, then clutched the straps of her garter belt, lifting her ass, spreading her well-formed cheeks, exposing her gaping anus. "Looks tight," he observed in a clinical tone, "too tight to please me." Then his tongue perversely licked her asshole, slobbering saliva, lubricating her. "That's better," he approved, "the better to fuck you deep inside your anus."
Like a sharp prod, his rigid cock introduced itself to her ass, poking its way into her anal canal. "You're a whore," he told her bitterly, clutching her hair in his fist and yanking her head back so that she could see his face upside down. "That's right. You're nothing but a disgusting woman. We're going to fuck, like animals."
He released her head and Jann buried her tearful eyes in the bedsheets. He was totally irrational, dangerously so. She trembled, convinced she was doomed, wishing she had never decided to do this. She had ignored the dangers, naively believing she could take it and leave it and emerge unscathed. If she could only escape this ordeal, she vowed, she would never do it again.
Edward grasped her black silk thighs and rammed his rod deep into her ass. The pain shot through her body like a thousand volts of electricity. Chuckling, Edward reared back, sliding his cock out of her, then tearing into her again, the agony just as intense. He invaded her again and again, his laughs becoming moans of pleasure, his hands moving up to pry open the cheeks of her ass, then squeezing her hips, enveloping her waist and toying with her cunt. His lips pressed against her neck and his lizard-like tongue wormed its way into her ear. As his thrusts quickened, his hands spread beneath to cup her flattened breasts. Pinching her nipples between his fingertips, he murmured in her ear, "My sweet bitch...." His hot breath gave Jann the shivers.
Edward fucked her for what seemed like an hour without coming, all the while belching obscenities into her ear, exploring her with his hands, soiling her with his perspiration and saliva. Then, unexpectedly, he paused, withdrawing his cock. She knew it was only temporary.
Then his hands reached for her thigh, undoing one of the garter straps and slowly peeling down her stocking. He undid the knot around her ankle in order to get the stocking off. With only one leg free, Jann did not dare put up a fuss, still unable to resist him. Even if she could, she did not possess the strength. She waited and wondered what his next move would be.
He penetrated her again. "You worthless cunt," he sneered.
"I have an idea," he said, moving in and out of her shit chute. "Let's see if I can come."
Jann raised and rotated her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, anything to make him come quickly.
As his pleasure intensified, Edward's thrusts quickened. Jann's humiliation contributed to his ecstasy, drawing him closer to exquisite fulfillment. His groaning became more desperate, his fucking as fast and as furious as ever. She heard him cry out in orgasm, felt his semen bubbling into her butt, felt the crushing weight of his exhausted body crumbling on top of her.
Edward stood at the foot of the bed, still naked but fresh from an invigorating shower. Staring at the nude body sprawled lifelessly on the bed, he had an erection. "Fucking whore," he jeered, then smiled.
Jann's eyes opened and gazed at the ceiling. She was still tied, but she was lying on her back. When she realized that he had more in mind, she started to scream for help.
Edward made no effort to stifle her. Instead, he continued to smile and waited for her hysteria to subside. "It's no use," he told her. "No one can hear you. The nearest house is half a mile away."
"Please," she begged. "Let me go."
"I'm not finished with you."
"I won't tell anyone. I promise. Just set me free."
"Not until I get my fill."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"I like it."
"You enjoy debasing me?"
"Yes," Edward nodded. "Don't you like women?"
"I love women. I think every man should have one ... like a pet."
"Is that the way you feel about your wife? Your mother?"
"Shut your mouth, whore!" he screamed. "You'll do as I wish! Understand?"
Weeping, Jann nodded her head.
"That's better," he said. "And now ... let's have some fun."
Once again, Jann was a captive of terror, hesitating to speak, dreading what he would do to her if she defied or aggravated him.
Edward advanced, his dick glistening. Slowly he climbed onto the bed, between her legs. Bending forward, he placed his tool flat against her cheek. "You have such a pretty face," he softly intoned, adding, " ... for a whore." Jann remained silent. His cock caressed her soft cheek-he used his dick to trace her lips. "Lick it," he told her.
"W-what?" she asked timidly.
"Lick my huge cock, lick it!"
Reluctantly, Jann's tongue touched the gleaming head, avoiding the wet, semen-stained tip. The smile on Edward's face was cold and wicked. "Lick my prick, you cunt," he murmured again and again.
He raised himself to straddle her face. Taking his cock in his hand, he guided it into her mouth. "Suck this, you slut," he ordered.
Jann did as he wished, stroking his manhood with an obedient tongue, salivating on the massive length of his shaft, generously coating the crown of his cock with her oral juices. Then, clutching a handful of her hair, Edward forced his lengthy rod into her mouth. "Suck my wad, bitch," he cruelly ordered. "Suck me dry. Gimme head!"
He used her mouth as if it were a cunt, pumping his hips to slide in and out of her throat, watching her face as she closed her eyes and swallowed his thrusts, enveloping his meat with those luscious, moist lips of hers. Too aroused to hold back, he came with a shudder, spilling his hot cream into her mouth, withdrawing so that the remaining cum spurted onto her face. "Swallow it," he commanded. "Delicious, huh? That's whore food."
Sick with disgust, Jann obeyed. In turn, he took a wet washcloth and cleaned her face. Since he had ejaculated, she hoped the ordeal was near an end, but her wish was in vain. He reversed his previous position, facing the foot of the bed, shoving his buttocks into her face. "Kiss my ass," he demanded.
With a groan of humiliation, she complied. "Again," he ordered. "And again and again. That's it. Now, lick my asshole," he told her. Jann had no choice. Her tongue did for his anus what it had done for his cock. Jann continued to lick his ass. "Nice big slit," he noted, staring at the lips of her pussy. "Looks like a tasty meal." He lowered his head to kiss her gaping twat. "Mmm. I love to eat beaver," he crudely jested. Winding his arms tightly around her thighs, he buried his lips in her cunt, licking her clit and savoring her juices.
When Jann was unable to climax, Edward gave up, wiping his mouth with his arm and bitterly remarking, "Frigid bitch. All you're good for is sucking cock and licking ass. He turned around and sat on her stomach.
"Let's see if you're good for anything else," he suggested. He traced the contours of her breasts with his fingers, impressed with the way her nipples hardened when touched. "Best set of tits I've seen in a long time," he complimented, holding each one in his hands, gently massaging the warm mounds of flesh. He sucked her boobs greedily, biting the nipples until she cried out in pain. Then he squeezed them together, inserting his cock between them, which gave him another erection. "Well, well," Edward smiled. "Looks like my cock's getting hard again."
Jann just stared at him and wondered what else he could do to her, what other way he would choose to abuse her.
Edward's answer came with a leering smile. "It's time you had a good fucking. And believe me, I'm going to hump your cunt!"
"Haven't you had enough?" she summoned the courage to ask. "Won't you let me go?"
"No," Edward replied, "I haven't had enough and no, I won't let you go. You're my little toy, my all-day cocksucking whore. You're a cunt and a pair of tits, a piece of raw meat to serve my every need, my every desire. You exist for my pleasure alone." And before she could protest any further, he positioned himself between her legs. His throbbing cock easily penetrated her, sliding with ease until his shaft was buried to the balls in her hot, juicy twat. "I'm inside you, whore," he said. "Feel how my manhood fills you."
Jann turned her head to the side and closed her eyes in shame.
Edward's lips covered her neck, his hands grasping her thighs, his hips pulling and pushing, forcing his cock in and out of her tight orifice. "How do you like it, whore?" he mocked. "Tell me, bitch. Tell me how you worship my cock.
"Come on, slut," he demanded in a menacing tone. "You lie to other men-you can lie to me. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to come in your cunt."
With tears streaming from her eyes, Jann obeyed. "P-please ... please do it to me," she pleaded in a feeble, tearful voice.
"Oh, you can do better than that," he scoffed. "I want filth!"
"Please ... fuck me," she said.
"More!" he shouted.
"Please, fuck me. I want to be fucked. I-I want you to fuck me."
"What do you worship?" he goaded her.
"I ... I worship your ... your cock."
"Come on, bitch!" he yelled angrily. "Put some emotion into it!"
"I adore your cock," she responded thoughtlessly. "It's so big and hard. I want it inside me. I want you to fuck me with it."
"More!"
"I want you to come inside me ... the way
... the way you came in my mouth ... the way you came in my ass."
"What are you?" he demanded.
"A ... a whore."
"What else?"
"A slut, a tramp, a cunt...."
"And?"
"A piece of meat."
"Yes," he hissed, quickening his thrusts, grunting like the obscene animal that he was. "Gimme more!"
"I want you to rape me," she sobbed.
"Why?"
"Because ... because I want your cock. Because I need your cock. Because I worship your cock!"
"Good girl," he moaned, writhing like a belly dancer, watching his prick slither in and out of her body.
Jann promised herself that if she survived, she would never hustle again. She'd endure the anxiety of unpaid bills and the frustration of an asexual marriage, anything but this. Her life was more important to her than thrills and cash.
Edward's hands slipped under her ass and raised her crotch to meet his relentless thrusts. His lust became uncontrollable and he grunted each time he pounded into her, licking her face with his tongue, drooling in her ear. His hands kneaded the cheeks of her buttocks as he impaled her to the hilt and slowly grinded his hips against hers. Savoring the experience, he prolonged his pleasure, refusing to come until he had his fill.
He fucked her for nearly an hour. Then, from sheer exhaustion, he decided to anoint her with his essence. Clutching her ass and gritting his teeth, he shuddered to a climax. Jann passively lay rigid, absorbing his abundant load of warm, clammy cum.
When Edward withdrew, he wandered on wobbly legs to the bathroom, there to wash and dress himself. When he finally emerged, he approached the bed and stared down at Jann, still tied and helpless, yet hopeful of release. The sight of his semen oozing from her luscious, pink cunt excited him.
"Please," she pleaded. "Let me go."
"You didn't really think I'd let you go, did you?" he asked menacingly. "I've gone too far already."
"I won't tell anyone," Jann promised.
"I can't risk that," he grimly intoned. "After all, I have a reputation to maintain."
"I ... I ... thought we were friends," said Jann, desperate to find any excuse. "How could you make love to me and then want to hurt me? We could ... we could have so much fun together."
Edward smirked, too shrewd and cynical to buy it. "You're not my friend. You're just a whore I hired. You mean nothing to me. I used you, now I'm discarding you."
"But you'll be punished!" insisted Jann. "You don't want that, do you?"
"They'll never find you," he predicted.
Suddenly a phone in an adjoining room rang, breaking the spell that held Edward. He glanced toward the ringing, then back at Jann. "I'll be right back," he ominously warned.
Although Edward was in another room, Jann could hear his end of the conversation: "Hello, dear. How's it going? So soon? Huh? You're at the airport? You're on your way? Oh. No, no. I'm just surprised ... pleasantly surprised. Okay. I'll see you later. No, everything's fine. You, too. Goodbye."
Edward hurried back into the room and Jann held her breath. He picked up a knife, using it to cut the ropes that held her legs apart. "That was my wife," he nonchalantly informed her. "She's on her way home.
You'll have to get dressed now and leave." He reached up and cut the remaining ropes.
Jann sat up in bed and loosened the knots, watching in disbelief as Edward routinely dropped the knife on the bed and went to fetch her clothes.
"Here," he said, tossing the garments on her lap. "Slip into something." He then walked to a far wall where he removed a framed painting concealing a small safe. Quickly dialing the combination, he opened the safe, revealing a stack of cash. "What do I owe you?" he asked briskly.
Furious, Jann charged him and hit him across the face with her fist. The blow sent him staggering to another wall. "You goddamn sadist!" she hollered.
Stunned, he held his hand to his battered cheek and stared at her with pathetic anguish. "What did you do that for?"
"Two minutes ago you were ready to kill me! Now you want me to get lost before your wife discovers us!"
"I wasn't going to hurt you," he claimed innocently. "It was just an act."
"Don't give me that shit!" roared Jann. "You tied me up and humiliated me!"
"That's my thing," he lamely contended.
"Your thing?!" cried Jann. She ran back to the bed and snatched the knife. She turned on Edward with hateful eyes and a sharp, glistening blade. "Maybe my thing is castration!"
"What!" Edward exclaimed, defensively covering his groin with his hands. "You wouldn't...."
Jann approached him slowly, a maniacal smile on her face.
"Oh, no! Please!" he cowered, looking ridiculous.
"You're a sickie," she declared contemptuously. "You're not fit to live in this world."
"I'm sorry," he began to sob. "I can't help myself."
"Your wife ought to know just what a slimy, psychotic degenerate you are!"
"Oh, no!" he wept. "Don't tell her. She'd die! I'd die! Just take your money, get dressed and go. Please!"
"Shut up, wimp, or I'll cut your balls off!" Jann warned him. Then, glancing at the wall safe and then at Edward, she asked, "How much cash do you have?"
"What do you usually charge?" he replied.
"Fifty dollars," said Jann. "But in your case, it'll cost more."
"Yes, of course," Edward agreed, inching his way to the safe. "I'll give you a hundred for your trouble."
"Think again," Jann contradicted. "For my trouble, you're going to pay much more."
Edward cast an uneasy look. "All right, all right. Two hundred. Now get dressed. My wife will be here any minute!"
Jann slashed the air with the knife, sending Edward fleeing to a corner. She then reached into the safe and removed its contents. She counted thirty one-hundred-dollar bills. "This will do," she said, tossing the cash on the bed.
"You're crazy!" Edward protested. "It's out of the question!"
"Shut up, prick!" snapped Jann. "I'm taking it and you won't stop me, not unless you want to wear your own cock in your ear."
"You won't get away with this!" he warned.
Jann smiled. "Oh, yes I will. I don't think you want your wife to know all the sordid details of this afternoon."
"That's blackmail!"
"Yes, I know. And what you did to me is called rape and sodomy."
"But ... but ... you're ... a ... a...."
"A piece of whore meat? You're going to pay for that, creep." Jann moved closer, threatening him with the knife.
"What are you going to do?" he trembled.
"Take off your clothes," she ordered.
"What?"
"You heard me, do it!" Shaking like a leaf, Edward stripped. "Okay," said Jann. "Show me to your wife's bedroom."
"Why?"
"Just do it. Do it or I'll slice you into tiny pieces."
He obediently led the way to another bedroom.
"All right," Jann told him. "I want you to find a pair of your wife's panties, bra and stockings."
"You're not going to take those, too, are you?" he asked.
"Do it!" she demanded, prodding him in the ass with the knife.
Edward jumped, rummaging through the drawers of a dressing table to find the pink undergarments. He tossed them on the bed. "You can't wear these," he declared. "My wife's several sizes larger than you."
"I'm not going to wear them," Jann casually informed him. " You are."
Edward blushed profusely. "You're insane!"
"Put them on," she commanded.
"I will not!" he defied her.
Jann took a wild swipe at his cock, missing it by just inches. Covering his manhood, Edward leaped back in fright. "You're out of your mind!"
"Get dressed, sweetie," Jann insisted.
Moaning with distress, Edward slipped into the panties and awkwardly hooked on the bra. Then he sloppily donned a pair of blue pantyhose. Standing there in drag with his silver hair and rugged, manly face, not to mention the bulge between his legs, he was the most absurdly comical thing Jann had ever seen. She was unable to contain her laughter.
"Now turn around and put your hands behind your back," she ordered.
"What are you going to do?" he whined anxiously.
"I won't hurt you if you do what I say," Jann assured him. "But if you resist...."
Reluctantly, Edward turned his back on her and placed his hands behind him. Jann took a belt from the dresser, made a noose and slipped it around his wrists. Quickly, she had his hands trapped in a tight knot. "Turn around," she told him.
"This is silly," he declared. "My wife will be home any minute."
"Here," said Jann, stuffing an assortment of panties, hankies and scarves into the cups of his bra. "This'll help you look the part."
Rosy-red with embarrassment, Edward passively endured, obeying Jann's command to lie down on the bed. As soon as he did, she tied his ankles to each post at the foot of the bed. Despite his feeble protests, Jann raided a cosmetic kit and painted his face with rouge, mascara and lipstick and even found a platinum blonde wig for him to wear.
Spreading lipstick on her own mouth, Jann applied conspicuous kisses on his face, chest, belly and thighs. Then she sprinkled him with perfume and dusted him with powder.
"You look absolutely lovely," she teased. "A real queen."
"You heartless bitch!" screamed Edward.
"Now, now," said Jann in a little girl's voice, straddling his shoulders. "Naughty, naughty. Mustn't be so nasty. In fact, you should be nice to dear, sweet Daisy. You should make her feel good all over." Holding the knife to his neck, Jann lowered her cunt on his face. "Lick Daisy's twat like a good boy."
That did not seem to be such an outrageous request to Edward, although he was anxious because of his wife's impending arrival. Hoping that if he satisfied Daisy quickly enough, she'd end this ridiculous game and leave, Edward proceeded to eat her out, flicking his long, wet tongue in, out and around her cunt. Delving deep into her honeypot, then slithering around her clitoris, his gluttonous mouth brought her immediate gratification. Jann responded with closed eyes and heavy breathing, massaging her breasts and grinding her hot, sweet pussy into his captive face.
She came with a twitch of her thighs and a soft groan, drenching his lips with her aromatic scent. Then she lay beside him, relaxing in the exquisiteness of afterglow.
A few minutes later, when Jann made no effort to conclude the afternoon's activities, Edward began to fret. "You'd better untie me now," he told her. "It's getting awfully late. My wife will be home soon."
"Untie you?" said Jann, rising from the bed. "Why would I want to do that?"
"All right, you've had your fun," said Edward nervously. "Now we're even."
"I don't think so," Jann replied, heading for the door.
"Where are you going?"
"To get dressed and leave."
"Wait a minute! You can't leave me like this!"
"Oh, yes I can," smiled Jann.
"What'll my wife think!"
"That's your problem, pal. I'm sure you'll think of a logical explanation why you're tied to the bed, dressed in her lingerie, wearing her wig, makeup, perfume and powder, covered with lipstick kisses and your breath reeking of vaginal odor."
"Please! Don't go!"
Jann waved bye-bye. "Have a nice day."
"Wait! Come back!"
Jann merrily trotted to the other room, dressed herself and departed, carrying the three thousand dollars in cash. As she left the house, Edward's hysterical ranting faded to silence. It wasn't until she had driven several miles away before she erupted into laughter, mirth that was mingled with tears. It was her last "appointment."