Chapter 5
His encounter with Steven Devane, had been amusing, to say the least, thought Robert Malbin. He was seated on the small sofa in his apartment, listening, vaguely, to Darla James telling him about Ambassador Horden.
His mind, was on other things, however. He thought about Devane's paled reaction to his questioning concerning the missing Karen Bruce, and he was certain the man had not been telling him the truth.
Devane had insisted that he did not know where she was, but his left eye had twitched as he had spoken, and the tic was certainly not a normal or natural one. Malbin had left the man, gathering no information, but believing that the man knew much, much more.
As for Darla James, Malbin was intrigued as to why she accepted his invitation to dinner. All through the meal, and even into their returning to his apartment, she had talked of nothing but the ambassador. It was clear to Malbin, that she was in love with the man. So. the question was, why did she go out with him?
He stared at her, as she continued to praise the ambassador, which was even harder for Malbin to listen to, for he despised the man.
He found Michael Horton to be a person that stood for everything he himself hated. Horden wanted to crush the third world countries under his heel, fought every bit of the way to prevent them from gaining any strength in the world. Horden was rich and powerful, and it was obvious to Malbin, that he intended to remain that way.
"Listen, I think I've heard enough about Michael Horden to last me a lifetime," he sighed at last. "Can't we talk about something else?"
Darla James smiled crookedly, sighing and nodding her head. "I'm sorry, Bob," she moaned. "I guess I'm just a little wound up. I haven't been very good company, have I?"
He colored, feeling embarrassed he had barked at her. "Don't mind me, I guess I'm just jealous, that's all," he said. He reached out and patted her tiny, elegant hand with one of his own, beefy paws. "I still got a thing for you, you know."
Darla James gazed into his eyes and found the strength and warmth she was looking for. She hated herself for how she was about to use this man, but there was nothing else for her to do, but try and compare her reactions to him, to those that she felt with Michael. Only by experimenting, she had decided, would she learn the truth about herself. Did she love Michael, or the bondage he gave to her.
When Malbin attempted to lift his hand from hers, she held to it, tightly. She smiled at him and brought his fingers to her lips, kissing each of them, tenderly.
"I missed you, Bob," she told him, not completely lying either. "I missed all the talks we had, the dreams we both revealed."
Malbin shuddered, feeling uncomfortable with the sensation of her soft, pliant lips moving back and forth across his fingers. Slight tremors were racing through his loins, and he did not need to feel a desire for her that was certain to remain unfulfilled, given her affection for Michael Horden.
Knowing that, he wondered what her purpose was. Her tiny, even teeth nibbled on his fingers, and he pulled his hand away, suddenly. "What made you go out with me?" he asked, his voice thick and tight, despite his attempts to remain calm.
"I need your help, Bob," she said, her voice whispery and trembling a bit. "I am confused, and I need your help in understanding something."
Malbin sighed. He had often been the confidant to women before, and it appeared that this was to be one of those times. It was nice to know that women trusted him, but it did not help his passion, any.
"What kind of help?" he asked, relieved that his voice was thinning out, and the slight rumbling in his balls was subsiding. "You seem to be in a pretty good place these days, I don't know what I can do for you."
Darla leaned against him heavily, then, her head resting on his wide shoulders. "I have to figure out something important, I have to compare a few things," she explained. "I can only do that with somebody else, and that somebody has to be you!"
Vaguely, Malbin thought he might have understood her meaning. He slipped his arm around her, conscious of the softness of her breast as his hand brushed against it. She was wearing a tight body shirt, and it was obvious, from the way the pert, round dots of her' nipples pressed into the material, that she wasn't wearing a bra.
He moaned again as he felt the lovely sphere trembling against the pressure of his hand. He wanted to take his paw away from the precious, pert mound, but found he could not. She leaned into him a little more, and his fingers slipped beneath the tender globe, cupping it gently in his palm.
"Umm, that's it Bob," she moaned, happily. "Yes, please, touch me, there!"
"Jesus, Darla, you don't know what you're doing to me," Malbin groaned, his fingers, as if with a life of their own, closing around the firm, yet pliant breast. "God, you getting me really turned on!"
She laughed sensuously and ran her hand down over his shirt to his belly and groin. She pressed her palm against the front of his trousers and felt the throbbing of his growing shaft behind them.
"I want you that way, Bob," she whispered softly. "I want you as turned on as I can get you! I want you hard, Bob, painfully hard for me!"
"Why, why do you need, that?" he moaned, trying to shift his groin away from her hand. "Why do you have to do that to me?"
She would not let him escape, however. Tenderly, she began to squeeze the throbbing bulge with her slender, soft fingers, kneading the prick through his pants in a delightful manner. His cock began to ache powerfully, then, and his own fingers closed even tighter around her soft, quivering boob. .
She shuddered as she felt the thick, strong digits squeezing and massaging her breast, now. She felt them rubbing her nipple briskly, making it ache with delight, and the wave of passion that rippled through her from the caress, left her weak and gasping with a savage need.
"Umm, that's wonderful, Bob, more, yes, more," she moaned, crushing her chest against his hand. "Help me, Bob, help me to find out whether I love him, or what he does to me! Help me, please!"
Malbin felt her fingers now tearing at his trousers, trying desperately to pull them free and release his aching cock from its confinement. She ripped his zipper down, then, and thrust her hand inside, hungrily.
"What.. . what are you talking about?" he moaned, shuddering as she wrapped her warm, smooth digits ""around his prick. "Compare what? Find out what?"
But the young' girl would not respond to his questions. "Just help me," she moaned, pulling his prick from his pants and squeezing it passionately in her grip. "Just do as I ask and help me, please!"
Malbin's prick was quaking with pleasure, now, as the girl rode her hand up and down along the length of it. She kneaded and pinched the thick, fat helmet of his shaft between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth until he was almost sobbing with the pleasure she was giving to him.
His own hands now pushed and pulled on her tight-fitting body shirt. The snaps came free and he pushed it up over her breasts, dropping his head to them, hungrily. He began to kiss and lather the small, precious globes with his lips and tongue, nipping at the warm, quivering mounds with his eager teeth.
He slithered his hands down to her slacks and pulled on the snap that held them shut. It popped free with a loud crack and instantly he forced his hand into the tight lit of her panties. Her belly was quaking with excitement, and as his fingers slithered down through her cunt hair, he found her mound to be" wet and hot, slippery with the juice that was flowing from her creamy pit.
He had no idea what she meant about comparing, but his passion was so fiery, now, that he could not think of anything but enjoying the pleasure he could have with her. He rode his hand deeper into her panties, slithering the tips of his digits against her wet, warm cunt mound.
The lips of her pussy were quaking with excitement, trembling as he slid his fingers back and forth against them. She sobbed, bucking herself hard against his hand, groaning as he began to massage the tender petals, hungrily.
"Ohh, God, that's good, so good," she moaned. Jerking violently, then she thrust her cunt hard at his hand. "Inside me, Bob, put them inside me, please," she gasped.
Eagerly, now, Malbin did as she desired. He slithered two of his fingers into her damp, wet chamber and at once her cunt muscles began to flutter around the probing spears. She sobbed wildly, trying to spread her legs as far apart as her slacks would allow, to give him more room.
She pumped her hand up and down on his prick, twisting and turning the shaft, violently. She could feel the hot. fevered blood tearing through the prong, now, making it pulsate savagely against her soft, tender palm.
Malbin was clearly excited by then, she realized and she knew that this was the time to set the second part of her plan in motion. She moaned, hating to pull herself away from his fingers, pushing away from him, then.
He gasped as her hand left his cock and she stood up, pulling the body shirt over her head, and slithering out of her slacks and panties as quickly as she could.
Malbin gazed at her lithe, exquisite frame, damp with the sweat of feverish excitement and need now, her cunt shimmering with the sticky wetness that covered it, her breasts heaving with labored breathing.
She turned to his kitchen and quickly went through his cabinets, finding the object she sought. When she returned for the kitchen, Malbin gasped in shock at what she held in her hand.
It was a long, thick length of clothes line, and the mere sight of it sent shivers of horror rippling up and down his spine. She dangled the rope with urgency in front of him, then threw it to him quickly.
"Tie my hands and feet together in front of me, Bob," she moaned, shuddering as she spoke the words. "I need you to tie me up, then beat me, and then fuck me as savagely as you can!"
"No, no, Darla, you can't be serious," Malbin croaked, the blinding memory of his sessions with Karen clear in his mind. "I won't. I can't do that, please!"
Falling on her knees in front of him, the girl began to beg wildly. "Please, Bob, I need this, please!" she sobbed, her voice cracking with need. "It's the only way I'll know, the only way!"
Malbin felt the rope in his hands, the thick, coarse strands scraping against his palms as he gripped it tightly. He moaned, feeling his cock throbbing with more power than before, and realized that he was going to do was she asked, even as he ached to deny his mounting excitement.
Rising from the sofa, he went to where she was kneeling. He took the knife she offered him, and cut three equal lengths of the cord from the single strand. He bent down beside her, staring at her offered wrists.
"Hurry, please, hurry," she moaned, tossing her pretty blonde head from side to side in excitement. "Please, Bob, tie me, now, right now!"
Moaning with utter despair, Malbin looped the rope around her delicate wrists and tied a knot. "Tighter, please, tighter," she gasped. "I want to feel it digging into my flesh! Tighter, please!"
Savagely, with an anger that knew no direction, Malbin yanked on the knot, pulling it hard against her lovely wrists. She winced as the knots bit into her flesh, making her hands throb with the sudden loss of blood.
Now he pushed her cruelly onto her back, and lashed her ankles in the same fashion. His loins were throbbing with desire now, and he tied the rope as tightly as he could, hearing her wince once again as he pull the knot hard against her delicate limbs.
"Now, tie me to the chair. Bob," she moaned, nodding with her head to the big, heavy piece of furniture behind her head. "Lash me to it, make me your captive, please! I want to be helpless, Bob, completely helpless!"
A savage and bitter laughter rumbled in Malbin's chest as he quickly tied the last length of cord around her bound wrists, then looped the other end around the leg of the chair. In a few seconds, she was totally defenseless on the floor, unable to do more than roll from left to right in either direction.
Malbin stood over her then, his chest rising and fall with excitement. The young girl trembled at his feet, her flesh tense and ready for the next step of her experiment. She gazed at the belt he was wearing and nodded wildly.
"Beat me, Bob, beat me with your belt," she sobbed, shutting her eyes tight as the powerful and nearly overwhelming need began to roar through her, now. "Hit me as hard as you can! Please, beat me like I was your slave!"
Malbin knew nothing now, but the aching bitterness in his heart, and the cruel, throbbing passion in his loins. He pulled the belt from the loops of his trousers and stood over her, quivering with rage and passion.
"All right, Darla, all right, you bitch," he snarled at her viciously. "You wanted this, now you'll get it!"
He whirled the belt over his head and brought it down viciously against her unprotected breasts. The harsh, wet slap of the leather meeting her flesh filled the air, followed at once by her scream of agony.
The pain cut deep and stung her precious tits so badly that it brought the tears to her eyes. She gasped in agony, and nodded wildly. "Again, Bob, hit me again," she begged. "Let me have it, darling, ohh, God, let me have all of it!"
She rolled on her belly and felt the harsh, cruel kiss of the belt as he struck her defenseless shoulders. Once more the pain cut deeply into her tender skin and she wailed in unbearable agony.
Malbin's cock was aching badly now, as he stared at the inviting tremor of her smooth, creamy buttocks. He brought the belt down hard on the tender half moons, listen, with increasing delight as her cry of pain filled his ears.
She twisted and turned on the carpet as he lashed at the base of her spine with the thick, wide belt. Bright red welts grew on her flesh at once, and her skin was taking on a rosy tinge as he cracked the weapon against her helpless frame again and again.
"Damn you for this, God damn you," he snarled, beating her creamy, luscious thighs with the wicked instrument. "I'm going to hurt you, all right! I'm really going to hurt you, cunt!"
Darla felt each vicious lash cutting into her body and the pain seared her like a thousand tiny, sharp needles driving into her flesh. Again and again she felt the savage blows lashing her body, and she wailed in pain and mounting horror as her pleasure began to arouse her as it never had before.
To be tied, completely without any chance to escape was one thing, she had loved that, loved being bound and helpless. But now she was seeing there was more to her strange, twisted desire. As Michael had told her, she had come to love the rope, and was now beginning to love its pain, besides.
Harder and harder, Malbin struck her. He timed each blow perfectly, measured the jerking movements of her lovely body and lashed at her buttocks and thighs cruelly. The thrill of having her completely at his mercy was more than he could comprehend, and he crashed the belt into her with an increasing savagery and lust, now.
He loved hearing her sobbing and moaning, loved hearing the harsh, wet smack of the leather caressing her flesh. The welts and bruises rose up on her creamy skin, making his eyes grow wide with excitement at seeing them, and his cock throb even harder with greed.
He could see her wrists straining at the ropes that bound them, and he found himself stimulated even more by the sight of her helpless hands and feet. There was something about seeing the rope around her wrists and ankles, cutting deep into her tender flesh, cutting off the flow of blood and removing any chance for her to escape, that made him sob with delight.
For Darla, the exquisite agony she was experiencing was beyond anything she had felt before. The rope was at her hands and feet and she could feel it scraping against her flesh. The bondage was more than merely exciting, now, it was everything. Obviously, Michael was right, this was truly what she wanted.
She screamed again as Malbin cracked the vicious tool against her tender bottom. It stung her deeply, and she shivered as the pain rippled through her sweet, soft buttocks. Her cheeks were raw and bruised, but she did not care.. .she only wanted this savage attack to continue, she only wanted to be completely possessed by him, now.
He dropped the belt to the floor, groaning with exhaustion and she rolled over onto her back, moaning with excitement, then. She nodded, her head bobbing fiercely as she hissed at him in need.
"Fuck, me, now, Bob," she moaned, thrusting her cunt up in the air, invitingly. "Come on, darling, fuck me hard and fast, right now!"
Malbin stared at the moist, pink petals of her pussy, quivering with excitement, glistening with the creamy coating of love juice, and he groaned with a fierce and burning greed in his balls.
He dropped down to the carpet beside her and cupped his hand over her cunt, kneading the wet, hot mound cruelly. He jammed two fingers inside of her once more and she screamed as the ruthless invasion hurt her badly in her pit.
His free hand clasped over her breast, then, squeezing it hard as he bent his mouth to hers. She shuddered as he kissed her hungrily, jamming his tongue between her teeth, as his fingers drove deep into the hot, tight pit of her cave.
"I'm going to fuck you, bitch," he snarled, his voice thick with unmistakable lust. "I'm gonna fuck-you so badly you won't be able to stand it."
"Ohh, God, yes, I'm helpless, rape me, now," she moaned, twisting and turning as the cruel fingers plunged in and out of her pussy. "Yes, rape me, fuck me, hard! I can't get away, I'm trapped, do it now!"
Malbin's balls were pounding with need, now, and his throat was raw with the hot breath escaping his lungs. He moaned, thickly, throwing himself over the girl, digging his fingers as deeply into her cunt as he cunt.
He loved feeling her quivering violently under him, then, her long, slender frame trembling wildly as he pumped his digits in and out of her. She sobbed and screamed with the pain of his plunging digits, twisting savagely as he powered the fingers in and out of her damp pit.
He could think of nothing now, but fucking her as savagely and brutally as possible. He groaned thickly, spreading the lips to her pussy far apart, and rolled over on top of her, guiding his thick, huge shaft toward the damp, fevered chamber.
He gasped as she shivered when his cock met the quivering lips to her pussy. The trembling petals were slippery and warm, and he thrust forward savagely, driving his shaft between them with as much brutal power as he could command.
She screamed in pain as the huge cock drove into her cunt, forcing the taut, narrow walls of her pit to widen abruptly. His shaft was throbbing with passion, pounding against her interior with burning lust and she sobbed as he rocked from left to right over her, burying his tool in the depths of her precious chamber.
His hands slipped beneath her ass, then, gripping her soft, spongy half moons tightly. He pulled her hard to his groin and laughed in a voice that was cruel and broken, filled with greedy wanting.
"I'm fucking you now, bitch." he snarled, sliding his cock back out of her again, then slamming it to the very depths of her cunt once more. "I'm giving you a good, hard fucking you cunt!"
She screamed with delight at his brutal rape, thrusting her pussy up to meet his plunging spear. "Yes, yes, rape me, hard, Bob, rape me hard," she moaned.
Now, Malbin was beyond himself with greedy desire. He could feel the taut wetness of her pussy surrounding his tool, the hot, blazing fire of her cunt walls quivering against his flesh, and the sensation was overpowering in its delight.
He slammed back and forth, grinding his belly against hers as he drove into her, his lust reaching a boiling point as the come churned in his balls.
Faster and faster he drove into her, slithering his prick back and forth as the wanting became more explosive in his loins. His cock rammed savagely against her cunt, pounding mercilessly into the creamy depths of her luscious cave.
His fingers kneaded and massaged her buttocks wildly, digging deep into the spongy tissue, while his cock slammed into her without pause. He moaned and tossed his head in delight, forgetting all about her, now, thinking of nothing but the wild, aching greed that was consuming him.
For Darla, it was a moment of supreme ecstasy. She was bound and helpless, unable to free herself from the effects of his cruel passion, and she was thrilled to the point of orgasm herself.
She felt the man's thick, hot member slamming into her brutally, forcing her cunt walls to accept its presence and she could think of only one thing. Michael had been right, terrifyingly, he had been right. How much she wanted this, how much she wanted to be helplessly, and brutally tied and taken. It was more delightful than anything she had ever known, and eagerly now, she undulated her cunt muscles around Malbin's thundering tool to urge him on.
Over and over he drove into her cunt. He rocked and shuddered above her, his massive bulk almost crushing her, as his shaft slammed to the depths of her cunt once more. She could feel his hot, heavy breathing on her cheek, feel his prick throbbing in the pit of her loins, and she could sense his climax coming over him in a powerful, uncontrollable fury, now.
He thrust savagely into her once more, and began to shudder violently as the hot bursts of fluid spurted from his tool. "Fuck, I'm coming, you bitch," he moaned, jerking and quaking with the agony of his release. "Coming in you, now, Darla! Ahh, Jesus, it's good!"
She sobbed as she felt the thick, creamy liquid powering from the head of his shaft, splashing violently against her inner walls. The liquid fire washed over her powerfully, and she moaned as his shaft continued to quiver and spurt inside her poor, ravaged tunnel.
She lay, quietly sobbing as he finally rolled off of her. Malbin moaned with the final tremor of delight that rippled through him. then stared at her with' a mixture of sadness and horror.
"Did you find out what you wanted to know?" he whispered at last.
Darla groaned, the tightness of the ropes around her wrists and ankles, and the throbbing pain in her cunt never more clear than at that moment. She nodded, whimpering in despair at what she had discovered about herself.
"Yes, yes, I did," she cried, shaking her head wildly. "I found out all right, I surely found out what I wanted to know!"