Chapter 2
Robert Malbin stared at the legal brief he held in his hands, and read the same paragraph for perhaps the tenth time in as many minutes. He did not like to feel that it was getting to be hopeless, but it appeared that that was the case.
He sighed, heavily and placed the brief down on the desk. It would just have to wait, he decided, until he straightened out the garbage that was running through his head. That would take some doing.
He groaned as he got up from his desk, lifting his ample girth to a standing position. He reflected on his weight, sourly. He had lost over a hundred pounds, but it still wasn't enough.
He walked over to where they kept the coffee pot and poured himself a strong, black cup full of the steaming brew. It had been made this morning, by himself, and he had drank most of it during the course of the day.
He grinned as he sipped the bitter liquid. It wasn't his fault that they hated the coffee he made, he thought. If they didn't want to drink it his way, they shouldn't give him the job every fifth morning.
There was a full length mirror on the door to the closet and he stared at it, absently. He shook his head, grimly. He had gone from what he considered super blobbo, to just plain blobbo. Then he had come down to blob. He still had a ways to go before he reached, Bob, he thought. Quite a ways.
He had always had a problem with his weight, but it was not uncontrollable. Just a few years ago, when he had been in a healthier frame of mind, he had slimmed down to a comfortable weight, and remained at it for nearly a year. It wasn't until he broke up with his lover that he began to gain again, and continued to do so until it became impossible.
He took his coffee back to his desk and sat down, with another groan. He sipped the hot liquid thoughtfully, reflecting on all that had happened to him over the years. It had been a strange time, indeed.
For a while, there, he had been so down, that even his new lover, Susan couldn't help him. It wasn't just he got into the legal program a year ago that he began to climb out of the depths he had fallen to. Now, with a new apartment in Manhattan, the final break with Susan accomplished at last, he felt he was finally on his way.
He had lived with her in Far Rockaway for almost three years. They had grown together, first, and then apart. The break had been painful, but not destructive, and he was secretly pleased that he had helped her find her own confidence, even as he regained his.
But, of course, this was all just a beginning. It was going to be a long time before he made it out of the clerking position he was in. Going to law school nights was not going to be easy, and would drain his pocket completely.
He had always wanted to be a lawyer, and might be one today, he sometimes thought, if he hadn't gotten side-tracked in undergraduate school, by the dreams of being a poet. He considered that a foolish waste of his time, now. If not for the idea, at least for the common sense that poets make no money.
He had wrestled with the muse, long enough, he felt. It was time to put it on the back burner and get something done for himself. He had driven a cab for three years, and nearly drove himself insane doing it. He was quite happy in his new career, even if it did not make him a lot of money, and he had to take orders from men he consider inferior to himself.
Sometimes he bridled at men five or six years younger than he, telling him what to do. All they had over him was the money, he felt, and the intelligence was greatly lacking in them, to his frame of mind.
But, he was able to keep both his resentment and anger buried, though they could not push him around, either. He was tart with what he felt to be stupidity, and his ability shielded him from the jealous wrath of some junior members of the firm.
He got the job done, and that was all that counted with those men that were the head of the firm he worked for. It gave him no little amount of pleasure to go head to head with one of the punks and come out on top with the boss.
But, he was bored. One dull case after the other was not what he was looking for in the world of law. He wanted to be stimulated by something, excited by an important case. What he got, of course, was a long series of busy work that taxed him lightly and wearied him with the foolishness of it.
He was seated, staring at his fellow workers when the young girl stumbled into the office, her hair plastered to her head from the driving rain outside. She looked pale and shaken and he quickly got up to give her his chair.
She began to cry almost at once, and while Malbin was usually calm and controlled with women, this one flustered him. "Take it easy, Miss," he said, kindly. "Whatever is wrong, can't be all that bad."
She glared at him with red-rimmed eyes. "You don't think so?" she hissed. "You just don't have any idea, that's all!"
With that, she burst into tears once again, and buried her face in her hands. He shook his head and pressed the buzzer on his desk to signal Mister Jarvis. The tall, gray-haired man took one look at the scene, and motioned Malbin to him.
"I've got a meeting at the U.N., " he hissed urgently. "You take care of her, Malbin. Find out what's wrong! But for God's sake, get her out of the office, she'll scare everybody away with that screeching!"
With that he slammed the door, leaving Malbin to stare helplessly at the fine, polished wood, not a little angered by the man's callousness. He shook his head and returned to the young woman's side.
"This isn't exactly the place to talk," he said casually. "How about I take you home, so you can get out of those wet things and tell me about it?"
When she looked up at him again, her eyes were not angry, but afraid, now. She shook her head, violently. "No, you take me to your place, I don't want to go home!"
Malbin sighed, glaring at the snickers he heard from behind him. He nodded and grabbed his long, black rain coat. "Come on then, Miss," he said. "Let's find out what's bothering you."
Malbin had a fairly decent studio in the Village. It was outrageously priced, but convenient to his job, and they reached the building where in lived in cab ride that took no more than ten minutes.
Once inside of his small, L shaped apartment, she gratefully accepted the pajamas he offered her, and quickly got out of her clothing. When she returned from the bathroom, he had a glass of whiskey waiting for her.
There was honey and lemon on the coffee table and she fixed her drink with trembling hands, sipping on it thirstily as Malbin looked on. He was drinking bourbon and smoking a thick, black cigar, trying hard to figure this girl out.
She was a short, compact red-head, with long, flowing hair that looked much nicer, now that it was dried. Her body was trim and well-developed, fitting her size perfectly. She had a delightful, oval face, and pretty blue eyes that would have been delightful, had they not been so streaked with red from crying.
"You must think I'm nuts," she sniffled, setting her drink down. She fumbled in her bag for a cigarette and he lit it for her, gallantly. "I'm not always this crazy, I assure you!"
"Just what the hell is wrong?" Malbin asked, trying to keep the impatience out of his voice. He was also trying hard not to stare at the area of her chest exposed by her lack of buttoning the pajama top, completely. Her creamy flesh was enticingly freckled, and it took a great deal of effort for him not to gaze at her jiggling mounds hungrily.
She placed a hand on his thigh and Malbin shuddered with the sensual excitement her mere touch created in him. "My name is Karen Bruce," she said, her voice now warm and melodic, rich with a teasing promise. "And I think I have come across a group of people that are very dangerous!" -
Malbin stared at her without comment. She smiled, weakly, her grin a crooked slash across her lips. "I am telling you this, because I have to tell someone," she continued. "Before it may be too late."
"What is this group you are talking about?" Malbin asked at last. He was trying to Figure out, now, what kind of crazy girl he was dealing with. "What is so dangerous about them, anyway?"
She shook her head. She bit her lower lip and turned away from him, staring out of the window at the skyline. Malbin watched her carefully, his mind whirling with confusion, now. Her shoulders rose up and down with the labored effect of her breathing and her entire body seemed to be quivering with fear or excitement.
"I just realized that you wouldn't believe me," she sighed. She shook her head once more, moaning as if in despair. "I don't think I'd believe it myself!"
Gently, Malbin placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her around to face him once again. He looked into her eyes and smiled warmly. "Why don't you give me a chance?" he whispered kindly. "I'm a little nuts myself, you know, I might just believe anything you told me!"
She laughed, relaxing then. She leaned against the back of his couch, giving him more of a view of her full, ripe breasts than he wanted. He shook his head and carefully avoided the inviting globes once more.
"It's all so insane, I don't know where to begin," she moaned. "Lately, I have begun to wonder if it's all some horrible nightmare that I'll wake up from soon."
Malbin sipped '.on his bourbon and relit his cigar. "Why don't you just start at the beginning, that's usually a good place to jump off from."
She glared at him once more. "Listen, I may be a little nuts. Mister Malbin, but I know what has happened to me. I used to be as normal as anybody else, and now.. . now I'm like some sick child that can't be content with anything but its own illness!"
Her voice was so full of conviction and power that Malbin stopped in mid-sip of his bourbon and stared at her in shock. Her face was rigid and fierce, the determination clear in her fiery eyes, now.
"I have become some sort of slave, do you understand?" she said in a harsh, violent whisper. "I don't even know how I got the will to come to your office, I must have had a relapse or something. And I'm not the only one, either."
"What kind of a slave?" Malbin said carefully, sipping on the bourbon to mask the doubt he was certain lay in his eyes. "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean that I am being controlled by another person, stupid," she snarled. She got up and began to pace back and forth in front of him. "My boss, Steven Devane has me under his control. He can make me do anything he wants me to."
"Do you love him?" Malbin asked casually. "People in love often do anything that they are told to do."
She whirled on him, glaring once more. "Of course I love him, you fool,"" she hissed. "I love him more than I love my own life. But it's not a natural love, I don't feel it that way. It's more like a compulsion."
Malbin's mind was clicking. He remembered the name Steven Devane from somewhere. The man was very powerful in Washington, he thought. Something to do with the defense industry.
"Isn't Steve Devane the lobbyist for United Armaments?" he asked.
Karen Bruce nodded abruptly. "Yes, and he has more power than you could imagine," she said fiercely. "He has this secret organization he belongs to, and they are slowly taking over the Capitol!"
Malbin allowed a smile to cross his lips. He chuckled softly. "Well, I know that the defense industry has a lot of clout, but taking things over, well.. . "
"I can see you might need a little demonstration," the young girl whispered coldly. "Maybe you'd like to see just how much they can control somebody, humm?"
She came over to where Malbin was seated, and before he could react, she bent over and pressed her thin, moist lips to his. Her kiss was electric and powerful, sending a wave of yearning racing through him as she mashed her mouth against his.
"You must be powerful," she whispered, roaming her sweet, luscious petals over his. "You must be strong and commanding, in complete control!"
Malbin groaned, knowing that he should push her away, but finding himself unable to do so. He felt her pink little tongue probing at his teeth, lashing at them insistently, and he groaned once more as he allowed the stabbing dart to pry them apart.
As her moist, precious spear slithered over his lips and began to entwine around his own, trembling arrow, she quickly unbuttoned the top of her pajamas. He gasped as the garment fell open, revealing the full, lovely pears of her luscious breasts.
She took one of his big, meaty hands up from his lap and pulled it to her trembling spheres, hungrily. "Squeeze them, Master," she groaned softly. "Ummm, give me the strength of your love, squeeze my. breasts, hard!"
Malbin could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest, and the soft, sensual quivering of her boob as it swayed gently against his palm. Her pert, lovely nipple began to grow hard, digging into his palm as he held her precious sphere tightly in his grip.
He shuddered as he felt her hand traveling down over his massive belly to his lap. She fumbled with the belt and button to his trousers, nearly tearing them free to get at the cock that lay behind them.
He gasped as she slipped her hand inside the opened pants and wrapped her slender, creamy fingers around his aching tool. The effect of her grasp made his cock throb painfully and begin to expand rapidly as she drew it from within his trousers.
She squeezed and gripped the expanding rod, greedily, obviously thrilled to the way it was growing hard in her fist, filling with hot, fevered blood that pulsated violently with need.
"I am yours, you must remember that," she whispered erotically, now, kneading and tugging on his shaft, excitedly. "I am completely under your control, you may do anything you want with me! You must command me, you must!"
Malbin couldn't believe his ears, any more than he could believe what was happening to his flesh. The beautiful red head was pumping her hand briskly up. and down, her mouth grinding against his, passionately, as he heard the loud ping, and he stared down at her waist, as the garment slithered silently from her hips.
He gasped at the sight of her now revealed loins, her thick, dark red bush covering an exquisite pubic mound. Her legs were flared nicely, the thighs quivering with a delightful tremor, and his balls began to throb painfully with greed.
She took his free hand and guided it to her crotch and Malbin gasped once more as he felt the powerful heat that was already escaping her precious chamber. Her flesh was damp with the thick, flowing lubricant that was pouring" from her cave and the scent of her passion tingled in his nostrils, delightfully.
"Ahh, to be touched by a Master, is so beautiful," . the girl moaned, her voice strange now, almost dull and hypnotic, it seemed. "Ummm, I am yours, Master, only yours! Give me your pain and pleasure, Master, make me your slave once more!"
Malbin moaned, her tongue lathering his mouth now, in a frantic, frenzied manner. She kneaded and squeezed his prick violently, now, pumping her slender fingers up and down on the aching prong, excitedly.
She rolled and turned the tortured spear in her grip, pinching the thick, engorged head between her thumb and forefinger. He felt himself surrendering to his mounting passion now, and began to caress her pubic mound with a grow hunger.
He slithered his fingers back and forth along her cunt lips, rubbing them tenderly between his thick, hard digits. She gasped in delight, thrusting her cunt hard against his hand, while shaking her head, violently in need.
"No, no, Master, hard, you must touch me painfully," she sobbed. "Ohh, God, hurt me, that is what I need right now, for you to hurt me!"
Malbin could not believe his ears. The young, lovely girl was grinding her cunt against his hand, squeezing his prick savagely, and whispering urgently against his mouth for him to cause her pain.
He sobbed, as yet another powerful spasm of need tore through him, and shook his head, wildly. "I.. . I can't do that," he gasped, the aching delight almost making his weak with pleasure and greed, now. "I never hurt anybody in my life!"
Sobbing in frustration, the girl pushed away from him, then. "You must, you must!" she cried, her voice clearly not the same as he had heard it before. She wandered around his apartment, pulling ties from his closet, then.
She fell upon the bed, trembling violently, beckoning him with her hand. "Come, come and bind me to the bed," she moaned. "I need to be tied, tightly, now. Make me helpless. Master, please, do it now!"
Stumbling to his feet, Malbin lurched across the room. The girl's eyes were wild and fierce and her voice so impassioned and strong that it was like a compelling force directing him to what she wanted from him.
He made a loop with one of the ties and she eagerly slipped her exquisite hand inside of it. "Pull it tight, Master," she hissed violently. "Pull it tight, make me scream. I need to feel completely defenseless!"
Hesitantly, Malbin pulled on the looped tie. He drew it shut around the girl's wrist and she winced. A strange excitement roared through him then, and he yanked hard on the free end of the tie as he quickly wrapped it around the bed post.
The girl screamed as the knotted article dug into her wrist, sending the fierce pain cutting through her. Her savage squeal sent shivers racing through Malbin's flesh and he jerked back from the bed as if he, had been struck.
"No, more, now, more," the girl moaned wildly. "The rest of me, bind up the rest of me, now! Tie me up so that I can't move, please, do it now!"
' Her voice was so fiery with need, that Malbin felt helpless to do other than as she desired. He quickly bound her other wrist to the far bed post, pulling savagely on the knot once more. Her screams of pain and whimpering cries followed him as he did the same to her two ankles, binding her helplessly to the four posters of his bed, her neat, compact frame wiggling vainly against her position.
"Ohh, God, how good it feels," the girl moaned, her sobs of joy choked by the passion with which she was crying, now. "To be bound once more, how wonderful it is! To be so defenseless, yes, this is all I need, Master!"
Malbin stood, staring down at the girl, reeling from the shock of having just tied her to his bed. Her pink, round buttocks were trembling enticingly, the creamy flesh marred here and there by the faint traces of wounds.
Her entire back, for that matter, he discovered, was a bit pink from obvious blows. She writhed against the mattress, moaning and struggling, gasping as an obvious excitement began to consume her, now.
He watched her tender bottom quiver, the sweet half moons of her ass rolling in an exquisite rhythm. His cock was growing thick again, throbbing with need, and he wondered, with shock, if he were beginning to enjoy her helplessness, somewhat.
She gazed at him intently and nodded her head against the mattress. "Yes, that's it, look at me, now, Master," she gasped. "I am yours, I can not escape, you can do anything you want to me!"
"Jesus," Malbin groaned. "I.. . I don't know what's going on with me, here!"
Her laughter was full and rich as it tumbled from her throat. She seemed to be growing more and more stimulated with each passing second of her bondage. "Ohh, dear God, now, Master, give me the gift of your pain, now!"
He stared at her face, coldly. He tried to read into her mind, but the only thing he could see in her eyes, was anticipation and ecstasy. Once more she rocked on the bed, wiggling her ass in a clearly inviting manner.
"Yes, yes, I know you want to, Master, so do it," she hissed, the eagerness undeniable in her tortured voice. "Beat me, now, Master! Use your belt on my flesh! I am yours, Master, punish me, please!" .
As if he were in a trance, Malbin felt his hands, with a life of their own it seemed, pulling his thick, black belt from the loops of his trousers. He allowed it to drape over the soft, luscious curve of her bottom and felt the pain of his labored breathing beginning to pound in his chest.
"Now, Master, I need your pain, now," the girl moaned, her voice deeply erotic now, shimmering with the liquid promise it offered. "Ohh, God, do it, Master, I am helpless, I am unable to escape! Hurt me, please, do it now!"
Malbin raised his arm over his head and brought the belt down suddenly against her awaiting behind. The sharp, loud crack it made rang through the air, followed by her tortured scream of pain.
He blinked, feeling a powerful churning in his belly as he stared down at the ugly, black width of the belt lying across her trembling buttocks. She squirmed against the .bed, wildly, shuddering with the effects of the blow.
"Ohh, God, yes, more, yes," she sobbed. "I want the pain you can give to me, Master! Look, I am so helpless for you now, and I am loving my helplessness! I love when you tie me and discipline me, Master! Give me more, I beg of you, now!"
The intensity of the desire that he heard in her voice could not be ignored, nor could the powerful craving he felt now, to beat her. Never in his life had he ever felt the wish to inflict pain on another, but seeing her so helpless and trapped, the harsh knots of the ties cutting deeply into her wrists and ankles, did something to him, then.
He lifted the belt as before, but this time there was no hesitation as he lashed downward at her buttocks, again. Her scream of agony filled the air, mingling with the cruel echoing slap of the leather meeting her tender flesh, and he felt the fire in his own loins growing more powerful and demanding.
"God, I like this," he whispered in shock and horror, unable to keep from striking her again. "I really like this, now!"
He lifted the belt and whirled it around his head, crashing it down savagely across her quivering shoulders. She wailed in pain, shuddering and rocking on the bed, sobbing as the welts began to rise up on her flesh.
Her skin was no longer merely pink where he had struck her, but darkening steadily into a deep, lush red. The sight of the damage he had done so far, stimulated him even more and he brought the belt down against the base of her spine, viciously, putting as much power and force into the blow as he possibly could.
She seemed to thrill to the pure savagery of the blow, the more it hurt, the more excited she got. Malbin's cock was throbbing wildly between his legs, now, and his balls were pounding with a fierce and wild ecstasy that he could hardly believe.
Again he struck her, crashing the belt against the back of her thighs viciously, making the whole bed rock with the force of the blow. She sobbed and nodded, her pretty head slamming against the mattress in delight.
"Ohh, God, that's good, Master, so good," she moaned, trembling so violently, that her legs and arms were straining against the ties that bound them. "Ummm, I love that, Master, I do, I do! I am completely under your control, hurt me more, take me, hard, please, now!"
Malbin felt almost like an insane animal as he began to beat her methodically, now. He brought the belt down on her buttocks, back and thighs with a cruel, calculated force, each blow timed for the maximum effect.
Again and again he struck the defenseless girl. He could barely breathe for the fire of passion that burned in his lungs, and he felt an awesome thrill racing through his entire body as her helpless suffering continued at his hands.
"Ahh, yes, bitch, suffer," he laughed, confused and shocked at the sound of his own voice. "Yes, live the pain, live the agony I give you, cunt! Take it, you whore, take all of it, now!"
He rained the blows down on her in a frenzy, then, no longer aware of what he was doing. All he cared about was the sound of leather crashing against the flesh, the delightful, enticing wet slap of it kissing her naked frame.
He worked the belt up and down her body, missing not a single spot of her adorable frame as he lashed her from her shoulders to her calves. She jerked and screamed with each savage blow, but never once begged him to stop.
Malbin felt as if he were in some other world than the normal one. It was almost as if he was standing outside of himself, watching carefully what he was doing to the helpless young girl. Clearly, he enjoyed her helpless position, the way the ties bound her so tightly to the bed, the way her flesh grew welted and red from the cruel torture he was inflicting upon her.
Her screams of pain seemed to be music to his ears, her harsh, wailing cries notes on some lovely, erotic scale that urged his passion on. He no longer thought of anything but the lust that was taking hold of him, and he lashed her with the belt again and again, until his arm grew too weak and weary to hold it any longer.
She lay, moaning against the mattress, crying uncontrollably, as he leaned against the closet door for support. "Ohh, God, don't stop now, Master," she gasped, her voice weak and torn with the pain she felt. "Now you must have me! You must take me violently! Yes, fuck me. Master, fuck me hard, for I can not deny you, now!"
Malbin's prick and balls were roaring with greed now. The come churned in his sack with a boiling fury and his cock throbbed so powerfully, it felt as if it were going to explode.
He gazed down at the bound and helpless girl's flesh, covered now with the marks of his cruel and violent beating, and just the sight of them, made him more lust-crazed than he ever had been in his life.
He fell upon the bed now, slithering his hands beneath her body, feeling the slipperiness of her flesh as the sweat of her agony poured off of her. She moaned as she , felt his greedy fingers clutching her breasts and digging down between her smooth, warm thighs.
He squeezed one tender globe savagely in his fist, digging his fingers into the soft, pliant boob ruthlessly. His free hand moved beneath her pussy, now, pulling and tugging at her cunt lips, smearing the digits with the thick, sticky juice that flowed from her burning cave.
"God, I want to fuck you so badly," he moaned, his big, heavy body quaking with the agonized greed he felt in his loins. "I just want to fuck you as hard and fast as I can!"
She laughed, clearly delighted by the way his fingers were squeezing and fondling her body in such a rude manner. She nodded, happily, grinding her cunt down hard on his hand, shivering as the powerful waves of excitement tore through her, also.
"That's just how I want it, Master," she sobbed through a thick, tortured voice. "I want you to fuck me hard, now, as hard and painfully as you can!"
Viciously, Malbin thrust two fingers into her cunt and listened with delight to the sharp, thick gasp that escaped her lips. He twisted and turned the plunging digits inside of her pussy, scraping them painfully against her tender inner walls.
The girl reacted violently, mashing her cunt down hard on his hand, while arching the rest of her body in a tremor of exquisite agony. She moaned loudly as she felt the kneading fingers turning inside of her cunt, spreading the inner passage wide in a cruel, unrelenting fashion.
Malbin's shaft was throbbing against her inner thigh, as he slipped down between the long, sleek limbs. She moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, driving them hard and fast against her throbbing pit.
He clutched greedily at her boob, pinching the nipple between his fingers as hard as he could, thrilled by the yelp of pain he heard as he squeezed the trapped nugget. Her cunt seemed to be on fire beneath his fingers, throbbing with more power and need than he would have believed possible.
She was rocking wildly from left to right, moaning and gasping as the pain and pleasure of his assault roared through her. From the way her cunt was expanding and contracting uncontrollably around his fingers, Malbin realized, with shock, that she was nearly to the point of climax.
He inched up over her, then, shoving his prick down between the apex of her lovely, warm thighs. She sobbed as she felt the thick, hard head of his tool meeting her wet, slippery cunt petals, pounding fiercely with greed.
"Now, ohh, Master, fuck me, now," she moaned, thrusting herself upward against him. "Yes, ohh, give it to me, violently, yes!"
Malbin groaned as the head of his tool quaked against her warm, quivering pussy lips. He could feel them twitching against his helmet, urging him to push beyond the tender petals to the steaming, taut passage inside.
Never had he experienced such overpowering lust. He groaned once more, thrusting forward, and drove his cock past the trembling folds of flesh. She screamed as she felt the huge,, hot prong entering her luscious pit.
His shaft was throbbing violently as he slithered it deep into her creamy tunnel. Her cunt walls vibrated violently around his tool, and her body jerked spasmodically as he pushed his manhood further into the burning chamber.
Her cunt seemed to be on fire with lust for his attack, and she squeezed him hungrily with her strong, inner muscles. He could feel her greedily gathering his tool inside of her, now, eager to have him bury the prick completely in her gripping passage.
"Jesus, that's good, man, that's good," he gasped, rocking from left to right as he thrust himself into her again. "God, I never felt anything so good in my life!"
She laughed wildly, bucking back at him, moaning in a torn and ravaged tone of voice. "Now, I am helpless, Master," she sobbed in agony. "Fuck me hard, give it to me hard! Now, I am yours, Master, now!"
Malbin could not help himself. He ground his thick, massive belly against the gentle curve of her buttocks, feeling the luscious tightness of her pussy wrapped around his aching tool. He withdrew his shaft three-quarters of the way, then thrust forward once more, driving it hard and fast into the young woman's channel.
The pain of his ruthless and violent attack seared her flesh completely, and she screamed with the agonizing ecstasy of his brutal assault. She felt the big man powering his rod to the very depths of her pit, and she moaned thickly, the sensation of him filling her completely, washing over her with delight.
Now, Malbin began to pump his meat in and out of her luscious pit with as much savage power and force as he could command. He took swift, hard strokes, his rhythm erratic and broken, but his passion stronger than he would have dreamed it could be.
Her cunt was undulating around his prick fiercely, and his shaft felt as if it were being caressed by the softest hands imaginable. He thrust into her wildly, now, pumping his tool faster and faster, thrilling to the sensation of her muscles kneading him, even as he was enthralled by her fierce screams of pain.
His attack was cruel and vicious, just as she had desired, and he could tell from the sweat that poured off of her body, now, that she was suffering horribly under the assault. He could no longer think about this, now, however, for he was totally consumed with lust and wanted nothing more than to come, wildly, and savagely, in her hot, gripping chamber.
As her cunt locked hard around his plunging tool, he realized that she was drawing quickly to a moment of intense and powerful release. He picked up the rhythm and force of his attack, slamming his cock into her even harder and faster, to lead her to the moment she craved.
"Ohh, Jesus, yes, I'm going to come, Master, I'm going to come," she squealed, her sobs of delight coated with the horribly wailing of her agony. "Going to come, you have made me come, Only because I am yours! Yes, Master, yes!"
The climax burst in the pit of her cunt and the waves of throbbing pleasure tore through her savagely, then. He could feel the heat of her release washing over his prick, swirling around the plunging rod uncontrollably, now.
She screamed and shuddered beneath him, her soft, tender buttocks wiggling delightfully against his loins as he bucked into again. She moaned and rocked, her cunt gripping and squeezing him spasmodically as the powerful orgasm tore through her, now.
For Robert Malbin, it was a moment of such pure, searing passion that he felt nearly faint from the sheer intensity of it. Never had he felt a woman climaxing so violently beneath him, and his own aching need was increased ten-fold now, as the young girl thrashed in the grip of her ecstasy.
He slammed his cock harder and faster yet, into the bursting tunnel of her pussy. He laughed wildly, his own voice strange and tortured to his ears. Again and again he thrust into her pussy, the come boiling feverishly in his balls, while the flesh of his aching tool seemed to be near to exploding.
Malbin could not believe it when his orgasm erupted in his loins. The sheer pain of his pleasure was so wild and fierce that he nearly fainted from the power of it. The come burst from his quaking weapon in powerful spurts, forcing him to bury the tool deep in her cunt as the hot, boiling fluid shot into her throbbing chamber.
"Ahhh, Christ, that's good," he moaned, bucking spasmodically as the hot semen pumped violently along his tortured manhood. "Yeah, Susan, I'm coming, ohhh, God, coming-so good, now, yeah!"
Again and again the waves of pure, fiery passion tore through his flesh, and Malbin had to surrender totally to the powerful pleasure he was experiencing. It was as if he had passed out for a few seconds, for in one moment, there was nothing for him but the quaking tremors of delight that ripped through his body, uncontrollably.
When at last he was drained of all lust, he rolled off the girl with an agonized moan, and lay beside her, gasping for breath. His mind was whirling with all that he had just done, and he turned to look at her, the shock clear in his eyes.
She smiled grimly. "Now you see what I mean?" she asked, her voice weak and broken from her suffering. "I'm no freak, but that's what happens to me, understand? I can't help it! I have no control!"
Malbin turned his head away and stared at the ceiling above them. She went on and on repeating the same words. She had no control over herself, she insisted, and Malbin trembled, slightly, wondering now, if he had any control over himself, either.